Feathery Mishaps
A/N this is just a little drabble i wrote cause i forgot how much i liked writing them! Anyways not much to this one, just some fluff really! Enjoy 💕
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"None of this is my fault."
A grumble leaves Y/N as they stare at their lover. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T YOUR FAULT," Y/N yells as their eyes survey the room, the aftermath of their 'little' activity. "I told you not to swing too hard or they'd burst!"
Boromir rolls his eyes before a large, soft, white feather lands on his nose. Quickly he blows a quick breath to knock it off. "I don't remember any of that," he huffs, crossing his arms as more downy white feathers land on him, clinging desperately to his tunic.
Y/N's already deep frown grows bigger as the white feathers begin to land on them. "Well, what are we going to tell Aragorn and Arwen when they come over?" Y/N groans, shoving their face into their hands. "You tore not one, but two of the big pillows they gifted us!"
Slowly Boromir trudges through the seemingly never-ending mountain of feathers on the ground, each step sending a few flying into the air as he moves to place his large hands on Y/N's shoulders. "It's going to be fine love," Boromir hums, gently grabbing Y/N's hands and slowly pulling them away from their face. "We can always lie. Tell him that a dog tore up the pillows."
"Boromir," Y/N starts weakly, gazing up into his soft eyes. "We don't have a dog. And I refuse to lie to our king."
"Hmm, I'm sure they will accept the truth," Boromir sighs, glancing at the torn pillow beside his foot.
"Even though it's embarrassing?"
"I don't find it embarrassing darling," a soft blush rises to Y/N's at the pet name. "A pillow fight is nothing to be ashamed of, especially when you started it."
"I did not!" Y/N pretends to be hurt as they remove their hand from Boromir's grasp to smack his shoulder. "I remember that you were the one who threw the pillow at me first." Boromir watches as Y/N's nose scrunches up and he can't help but find it adorable.
"Mmmm agree to disagree," he mutters before placing a small kiss on Y/N's lips. "Regardless of what we tell them, we do need to clean this up."
"True, I would say loser picks up," Y/N agrees, their hands slip from Boromir's grasp to lock around his neck, pulling him in closer. "But maybe I could be convinced to help by another kiss?"
"Anything for you, love."
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