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scyllas-revenge · 1 year

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Masterlist of my favorite Boromir fanfics

Note: none of these are mine, they’re just fics from across the internet that I really enjoyed and recommend to anyone (like me) who can’t get enough of Boromir.

Absolute favorites I reread all the time: 💕

Multi-chapter

💕The Traveller by @roqueamadi (rated M, 30k words, complete) - Boromir/tenth walker OC, adventure/romance

The Long Way Home by Glasschmetterling (rated E, 91k words, complete) - Boromir/OC, adventure/romance

Strangeness and Charm by aybeexinfinity (rated E, 32k words, complete) - Boromir/skinchanger OC, adventure/romance

💕Prince of Gold, Prince of Stone by daphnerunning (rated E, 25k words, ongoing) - Boromir/Theodred, smut, romance, drama

One-shots

Boromir/reader romance:

Into the Light by @heilith and @averil-of-fairlea - fluff

💕Now by @heilith (rated M) - angst, fluff, implied smut

💕Three of Hearts by @heilith - drama, fluff

💕Touchy Feely by @heilith - fluff

Good Intentions by @heilith - fluff

Touch Me Not by @heilith - drama, fluff

Night by Night by @heilith - fluff (honestly just read anything by heilith lol)

An Honest Mistake by Isabel_Kirstein - drama, fluff

The Streets of Gondor by Isabel_Kirstein - fluff, angst

Small Smiles by @legolaslovely - fluff, angst

💕Anything But This by @minaturefics - yearning, fluff

Death(less) Dreams by @minaturefics - angst, fluff

A Stranger by @mismaeve - fluff

So Close by @beautifultypewriter - fluff, yearning

💕Breathe by @sotwk - yearning, fluff

Boromir/OC romance:

The Right Question by alexi_ohs - fluff

In Good Hands by brigantine - fluff, adventure

Béma's ass by @i-did-not-mean-to - modern fluff

Yearning by @i-did-not-mean-to - yearning (duh)

In the Still of the Night by Aria34 - fluff

💕Dandelions by @sotwk - fluff

Boromir/Theodred romance:

felled by you (held by you) by theMightyPen - fluff

Gen fics:

💕Black Shroud, White Feathers by Icarus_is_flying - Boromir & the hobbits, adventure/angst

💕Heart by starlightwalking - Boromir & Eowyn friendship

The Horn of Gondor by @saentorine - fluff, Boromir is five years old

A Shadow and a Thought by starryeyedknight - asexual Boromir & Eowyn, Eowyn/Faramir

Smut (please don’t judge me):

Kinkmas 2022 (breeding and against a wall) by @darthglitterfanfiction - Boromir/reader and Boromir/OC, respectively

Kinktober 2022 (sex pollen) by @darthglitterfanfiction - Boromir/reader

Those Eyes by LordMonday - Boromir/Aragorn

And finally:

my own fanfic list with even more Boromir content, just in case :D

If y’all read and enjoy any of these fics, be sure to let the authors know! I’ve tried to include some lesser known stuff here, since it’s so easy for fics to get lost in the crowd, especially older ones. If you have any other recommendations, reblog with your additions!

Updated June 2023! (although I’m pretty sure I forgot a ton of other great fics so I’ll probably update again soon)

#boromir #lotr fanfic #boromir x oc #boromir x reader #boromir x aragorn #boromir x theodred #aragorn x boromir #tolkien fanfic #lotr fic recs

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heilith · 2 years

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Hey and welcome to my Masterlist! :) I won’t make any special warnings, except, perhaps, that I’m a pretty adult user and things I write can be adult, too. So, 18+, read at your own risk. Other than that, you’re heartily invited to partake in my fandom insanity.

I mostly write for LOTR and The Hobbit, with very rare exceptions.

Thorin, Fili, Kili

Imagine Thorin cupping your face between his hands gently and revealing to you his worries that he’s too old for you.

Just a name - Imagine Thorin walking in of very intimate encounter between you, Fili and Kili. Kili x Fili x Reader smut, Thorin.

The Anchor - Imagine Thorin trying to wake you up from a coma after BOTFA, saying “I love you” for the first time.

Shipping you shipping me - Imagine the company shipping you and Thorin.

Diamond - Imagine having the ability to communicate telepathically with Thorin, usually discussing details about the quest, and one night he confesses his thoughts about wanting to make slow, long, passionate love to you.

For Sore Eyes - Imagine watching the sunset with Thorin.

Up Here - Imagine Fili being so happy that you’re a human, because his face is on the same level with your breasts. Not that he doesn’t like your face or eyes, but boobs are boobs, and he’s obsessed with yours.

Lost in Translation - Imagine Thorin trying to tell you that he wants some action.

Grey in the Night - Imagine holding hands with Thorin as you walk through Erebor’s tunnels and caves.

Butterflies - Imagine Kili kissing you for the first time

No-name Kili fluff, under 500 words, absolutely no plot. :)

For Heroes Only - Imagine messing around with Fili’s knives, accidentally hurting yourself, and him giving you a bit of a scolding + Imagine everyone having an apple pie, but making Fili a cherry pie just for him, because the apples make him sick.

Treasure - Not all mistakes are evil, Thorin x reader, for the Kiss-kiss challenge

Kiss-kiss challenge - quick requested kisses from Kili, Fili, Eomer, Thorin, Sherlock. Nothing serious, pure fun. :) Some are reblogged from the requesters, ‘cause I’d submitted them.

Collaborations with Averil-of-Fairlea:

Truth or Dare - Imagine the Company not knowing what a thong is

A Little More Boldness - Imagine kissing Thorin’s happy trail.

A Bad Influence - Imagine Thorin catching you skinny dipping with Fili & Kili, and being angry with you for corrupting his nephews but secretly he wants you for himself. + A Bad influence, Part 2 - Imagine Thorin throwing you over his shoulder, because you’re being too stubborn.

Of Sacks and Snacks - Imagine having to share a sack with Kili because the mountain Trolls didn’t have enough.

A Heart Adrift - Thorin x Reader, minor Fili x Reader, a tale of betrayal, and jealousy, and eventual happy endings. :)

Thranduil

All my love - Imagine being Thranduil’s wife and seeing him after he comes back from battling fire drakes. You see his scarred face for his first time. Instead of being repulsed, you smile sadly and tell him you love him just as much as the day you married him; and you show him just that.

Goodnight - Imagine Thranduil comforting you during a storm and you’re afraid of thunder and lightning.

Hushaby - Imagine being so busy with what you’re working on that you haven’t slept in days. Your husband, Thranduil, find you passed out on a pile of your work and carries you to bed.

Flash Fiction Writing challenge. Really angsty.

Enough - Imagine Thranduil pressing a soft kiss to your baby bump.

No Time for Love - Who dares disobey the King and get away with it?

Where now - Implied Thranduil. Who doesn’t like a bit of a foreplay?

Boromir, Faramir

Good Intentions - Imagine slipping a love potion to Boromir.

Touchy Feely - Imagine caressing Boromir’s beard.

Imagine distracting Faramir, playing footsie with him during a dinner with Denethor.

Imagine stepping out of the shower, and Boromir wrapping a soft towel around your shoulders.

A keepsake - The reader (an elf) gives Boromir her old ring as a gift, made too early to hold any kind of magic, but also too early to be tainted by any kind of darkness. A gift for a king, or a lover.

Summer snow - Faramir and Sam share a friendly drink. :) A bit of Faramir x Eowyn.

Now - A slightly angsty alone time in Lothlorien, for the prompt “Have you no regrets?”, Boromir x reader

Three of swords - When temptations are stronger than reasoning, and the future is unclear, Boromir x reader.

Two is Too Much - Imagine being a member of the Fellowship and after the Ring quest, half the Fellowship wants to set you up with Faramir and the other half wants you to pick Boromir.

What You Wish For - Imagine Faramir always kissing your hand as he’s greeting you, and while you think it’s just a court formality, he can hardly wait for another chance to do it.

Touch Me Not - A wedding night with a reluctant bride, no smut, just fluff. Boromir x reader

Night by Night - Bed sharing with Boromir with a bit of a twist, for the Fluff Bingo challenge.

Jealous Boromir is jealous , but the reader is oblivious. A short something for the Boromir x jealousy warmup request.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: Into the Light - Imagine Boromir finally confessing his love for you + Imagine Boromir buying a beautiful dress for you.

Eomer

Friends in Need - Imagine helping Eomer out of his armor after the Battle of Pelennor Fields.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: In the Eyes of the Fallen - Imagine being part of the Fellowship and Eomer seeing you for the first time after the Battle of Helm’s Deep, finding himself unable to look away from you.

Collaboration with Averil-of-Fairlea: In Plain Sight (Sequel to In the Eyes of the Fallen) - Imagine Aragorn trying to set you up on a date with Eomer.

Legolas

Too close - Imagine Legolas proposing to you during the Feast of Starlight

Of stars and silence - Imagine lying next to Legolas and looking up at the stars.

Feel me - Imagine getting stuck in a small place with Legolas and being able to feel exactly how much fun he’s having.

Lindir

Appearances - Imagine your first meeting with Lindir + Appearances 2, Unveiled, Undone

A Stand In:

Part 1. Imagine being Elrond’s daughter and him betrothing you to Lindir. + 1 Deleted scene

Part 2. Imagine letting Lindir have his way with you.

Part 3. Imagine Rivendell being attacked, and Lindir taking an arrow for you, knowing it’s all he can do to save you, since he’s poor at combat. (Blood, violence)

Part 4 - Epilogue Minor mentions of blood.

Sing my soul - It’s Lindir who is sung to, for a change.

Bottled Up - Imagine finding out that Lindir has never been kissed. The Unexpected Collaboration Challenge (THAUC22), for the prompt “Musical bards and their heroic muses”

A Way to Wake Up - Breakfast in bed with Lindir, for Sweet and Spicy Bingo

Haldir

Autumn hands - Imagine avoiding touching Haldir, because your hands are almost always cold, but he actually loves the feeling of them on his skin after a tiring day.

With a kiss - Imagine being a healer and saving Haldir after the battle of Helm’s deep only for him to fall in love with you. A sort of a prequel for “Autumn hands”

A Dream or True - “I heard you talking in your sleep”, Haldir x reader

Loss and Gain - a hug from the Marchwarden to fix a bad day.

Orophin, Gil-Galad, Elrond

A Life to Spare - Imagine Gil-galad giving up immortality for his human lover.

Sing, Princess - Imagine Haldir’s brother Orophin enjoying your stories and the sound of your voice.

In Your Arms - Trust and comfort is all that is about. Elrond x reader.

In The Middle - Sometimes things are not that simple. Elrond x reader, Lindir x reader

Bofur, Dwalin

Imagine being afraid to tell Bofur that you love him, then finding out he feels the same.

Thing of Beauty - Love is the eyes of beholder.Bofur x reader (This one is Adult)

Who comes uncalled - Imagine a young Dwalin sneaking away to Dale to catch up with a pretty human lass.

Bard the Bowman

Imagine being the daughter of the Master of Laketown and having a secret relationship with Bard. (Adult)

Smaug

Dragon’s share - (as requested) An AU, where Thranduil is an incredibly famous actor, falling for his equally famous co-star, loving for from afar and preparing to wait for her, when he knows how happy she is with one of the best actors in Hollywood - Human!Smaug of all people. Modern settings, mature.

Not Tolkien

Loki:

For the Mercy - Imagine Loki letting you braid his hair. Loki x reader

The Labyrinth (1986):

Haunted - Sarah finds herself a pester against her will. But is it unwelcome? And who is behind it? A Jareth x Sarah reunion, rated Mature

The header and the dividers are taken from Saradika

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myloveforhergoeson · 8 months

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That's All She Wrote - Side Story

Party in the U.S.A. (Happy Birthday, James Diamond!) ~ 2.1k

“Roxy! Psst! Roxy!”

Had Kendall and Logan been any louder in their attempt to wake their assistant up from her peaceful slumber, she would have smacked them with one of the pillows from her makeshift couch-bed.

After pulling out of the latest venue Big Time Rush had played on their summer tour, she was especially tired - considering she hadn’t gone to bed until 1 a.m. after checking that all of the tech equipment had been properly labeled, stored, and secured before they started their trip across a few states to the next venue in Fairlea, West Virginia.

When she weakly opened her eyes at their incessant whispering and shaking of her shoulders, she spied the time, 3 a.m. blinking red on Logan’s watch.

“This better be important…” She grumbled as she sat up, gingerly wiping the sleep out of her eyes and wincing a bit when Kendall managed to flip the lights in the small lounge area of their shared bus on. “Is one of you dying?”

Confused, Logan cocked his head. “No.”

“Is one of you sick?”

“No.” The blond was quick to answer.

“Did one of you leave something crucial to the show at the last venue?”

Their chorus of, “No!” was more strained than she liked to hear, but she brushed it off anyway.

“Then it sounds like everything’s alright,” She spat, flopping back down onto the couch and closing her eyes. “Leave me alone.”

“Roxy…” Logan tried again, reaching out to shake her once more. “It’s September 4th.”

His assistant’s eyes shot open again, “Great! Thanks for the reminder. We’ll be in Fairlea in a few hours. Good night!”

This time, to try and drive her point home, the writer wiggled around so her back was facing her friends.

“September 4th is James’ birthday.”

This time, when Roxy opened her eyes and blinked a few times, she properly registered what Kendall had said. Slowly, she sat up again, glancing over her shoulder as she glared at her two friends.

“And neither if you told me this until today… Why?”

Both of them cast their eyes to the floor, becoming extremely interested in the faux wood the bottom of their bus was decorated with.

“Because you forgot,” She answered her own question aloud. “And now you don’t know what to do to fix it?”

Their nods were slow, quite nearly undetectable as their assistant stood and pushed past them, rummaging through their small pantry to try and find anything that might resemble desert they could present to him when they rolled into town.

“Okay, okay, I can work with this,” Roxy muttered to herself, pulling out a small sleeve of Oreos, some instant pudding mix, and the remainder of their gallon of milk in the fridge. “In the meantime, can the two of you put together a list of things we might need once we get to the venue? You know, party supplies, decorations, whatever…”

***

Confetti had been the very first thing Logan and Kendall had decided was crucial for the birthday celebration.

In theory, it wouldn’t have been hard to find if they were back home in Los Angeles, but since they were on a moving bus in the middle of nowhere, the three of them had to make do.

“What if we grab some of the confetti we shoot out at the end of the show?” Kendall suggested, nibbling on one of the Oreos he had stolen from Roxy before she was able to crush it up and add it to the pudding mix.

“That’s a great idea,” She sarcastically quipped. “Especially if you want to shoot him with an industrial-grade confetti cannon.” Chin in hand, Logan nodded, “Yeah… We have a set amount that we shoot off every show. If we tried to pull some out of its packaging it’s just going to explode everywhere.” “And then one show will be missing more confetti than others…” The frontman caught on, nodding.

“Exactly… And that stuff is stupid expensive…” Roxy trailed off, glancing at her friends before she noticed Kendall was intently staring at some of the books Logan had brought with him on the bolted-down coffee table.

Carefully, he picked up one of the colorful paperbacks at the top of the pile. “Logan… How many of these have you read?”

“All of them!” His friend eagerly replied, not clocking how Kendall’s gaze flickered to his assistant’s.

“Good… Good…” The other boy mused, before tossing it across the room to Roxy who had already grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors.

Logan watched it sail across the room, right into the writer’s open palm, and let out a cry of pain once he realized what she was planning on taking the scissors to.

Before he could make a move, Kendall launched out of his seat, trapped Logan in a headlock, and forced him to watch as his best friend began to cut up the different colored covers, collecting them into a large plastic bag to shower over their friend for later.

***

Logan finished his subsequent meltdown about an hour after the massacre and found Roxy in the middle of reworking the tune of “Happy Birthday” into a hard rock anthem to play on her guitar, while Kendall had stolen a Sharpie, some spare bungee chords, and the old tour itineraries Roxy had been saving to fashion into what looked like a large birthday banner.

When Roxy noticed he had finally left his bunk, she eagerly shoved the sheet music she had been writing on into his hands and sat him down at the table next to him.

“You know how every restaurant has its own version of the happy birthday song?” She asked, strumming absentmindedly on the strings of her guitar. When he nodded, she bounced up off her seat and headed to the front of the bus, “Great! Write one of our own, would ya? I’ve gotta make some calls to the venue and a local bakery.”

Songwriter-Assistant was typically an easy task for her to handle, but since she was running low on sleep, had already managed to make dessert, and had destroyed quite a bit of property, her creative juices weren’t flowing quite like normal.

At least, Henrietta, the bus driver was sharing similar sluggish feelings and easily handed her phone over to the eager girl.

In no time, Roxy had managed to contact a local Fairlea bakery and order both cupcakes and a large sheet cake to the venue to surprise James with once they arrived in a few hours.

She did feel bad about the rush order, but once she whipped out the company credit card from her mini backpack and paid the bill, it felt like the least Gustavo could do for one of the members of the band that was getting him back to the big time.

I’m sure he’ll understand… Roxy told herself, as she stared out the large, rectangular windows of the bus. The sun was beginning to rise, lighting up the horizon with a beautiful mix of reds, oranges, and yellows.

A perfect sunrise for a perfect boy on his less-than-perfect birthday.

***

In a flash, the show in Fairlea was nearly over.

Everything Roxy, Logan, and Kendall had planned for the beginning of the day had gone off without a hitch and they had successfully surprised James with their treats, banner, and part of the makeshift confetti.

Around 2 hours before the show started, James got a call from his mom and stepped out of the venue, which made for the perfect time for his friends to catch Carlos up on their plan for their on-stage surprise.

Roxy and Logan shared the song they had collaborated on, Kendall snuck both the cake and Oreo fluff salad into the mini-fridge in their green room, and Carlos even managed to catch Mick and Austin up to speed to make sure there was a gap in the setlist in which they could surprise James before the end of the show.

Just before the countdown for the last song was supposed to play on the crew's in-ear monitors, Roxy kicked one of the guitar pedals at her feet to stop the track and signaled to Carlos, Logan, and Kendall that it was time for their plan to be set in motion.

“Fairleaaaaaaa!” Carlos yelled into his mic, causing his assistant to wince just a bit at the sheer volume of it in her ears. “Is anyone celebrating something special tonight?”

Once the cheering from the crowd died down, Logan chimed in with his own, “An anniversary? A holiday?... Maybe even a birthday?”

Roxy knew this as her cue to begin to sneak off the stage to grab the cake she had ordered earlier - a nice marble cake with bright purple frosting that read “Happy Birthday, James! <3 Team BTR.”

Even though the rooms backstage were relatively soundproof, she could still hear Kendall’s speech through her in-ears.

“We’ve got someone on this stage celebrating a very special, 17th birthday!”

Roxy thought it was funny, the way they spoke on stage as opposed to how they spoke in real life. Every sentence ended with an upward inflection, almost egging the crowd to respond in a chorus of cheers, which was exactly what he got. The floors of the stadium practically shook under her feet as she balanced the cake in one hand and her bag of confetti in the other, all while trying to make it back to her mark in time for her next cue.

James, though he sounded a bit confused, laughed into his microphone, thanking both his friends and all of Fairlea for the warm wishes.

By the time Roxy reached Kelly and Gustavo on side stage, she sighed in relief as they stuck both a one and seven candle into the top of the heavy cake and lit it, allowing the assistant to hang tight for a few seconds as Carlos began to sing Logan’s version of the happy birthday song.

It was a bit nerve-wracking for the girl once she walked back out onto the stage, blowing right past her typical mark in the back with Mick and Austin, who were playing out a short melody to accompany the rest of the band jumping in to sing. When she emerged with the cake, candles, and all, she felt all eyes in the stadium flick to her, causing a loud cry of joy to emanate from the people they were playing for.

Gingerly she handed the cake off to Logan and the confetti the Kendall, and was finally able to pluck one of the guitar pics off her mic stand to jump in with her musical part to their own song while James just stood center stage, one bright spotlight on him, smiling from ear to ear.

When the band finished, he blew out his candles and crossed his fingers to make a wish, cheeks burning bright, cherry-red. It was then Kendall and Carlos grabbed two handfuls of confetti and threw it over his head, raining down over him in a beautiful, colorful shower.

Roxy took this to be the perfect time to start playing the traditional birthday song, and the crowd quickly caught on, everyone merrily singing “Happy Birthday” to the oldest member of Big Time Rush.

Though she thought at least one of her friends might take a handful of the cake and smash it into the birthday boy’s face, they likely refrained because they were in front of a large crowd. Instead, James gently took a fist-full - and Roxy realized she’d forgotten to order utensils - and nibbled a bit out of his palm before beaming once more toward the crowd.

And for a moment, it was nearly impossible for the writer to take her eyes off of him as she almost forgot how to breathe. He truly dazzled under the spotlight, dimples permanently carving into his cheeks as though his skin were made of marble.

She forgot about everything, the way he had been ignoring her, the ache striking her chest whenever she was near him, whatever issues the two of them desperately needed to work out, and watched as he raised the microphone to his lips, addressing the crowd. “Thanks, everyone!” And the stadium erupted into applause once more. “This has been the best birthday surprise I could have ever hoped for!”

#thats all she wrote fic #pls dont flame me i know its cheesy but its fun ok

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crazyjustwastingtime · 1 year

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08-12-2019

📍West Virginia State Fair, Fairlea

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christinamac1 · 1 year

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Atmospheric Testing of Nuclear Weapons in the 1950s and 1960s

May 27, 2023, Dr Ian Fairlea, https://www.ianfairlie.org/news/atmospheric-testing-of-nuclear-weapons-in-the-1950s-and-1960s/ Radioactive fallout from atmospheric nuclear weapons testing in the 1950s and 1960s caused the greatest exposure of man-made radiation to humankind. The radiation dose to the world’s population from these tests was estimated by UNSCEAR in 1993 at 30 million…

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wutbju · 1 year

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Joanne Marie (Daily) Livesay, 79, of Lewisburg passed away Monday morning April 4, 2022 at Greenbrier Health Care Center in Fairlea.

She was born February 10, 1943 in Hines, WV and was the daughter of the late Paul C. and Lola (Johnson) Daily, Sr.

Joanne was a member of the Greenbrier Valley Church of the Nazarene. She was dedicated to the teaching and instruction of young children and youth. Joanne held a Bachelor of Science degree in Education with teaching majors in English and Social Studies from Bob Jones University. She also had a Masters of Arts degree in Education specialization in Reading instruction from Appalachian State University. Additionally, she completed post Masters degree graduate work at Marshall Graduate College of Marshall University, Radford University and West Virginia College of Graduate Studies , completing additional certifications in Principalship, Supervision of Instruction and other administrative categories. Joanne loved religious music and the scriptures. She had a heart of genuine respect and love of humanity.

Other than her parents, she was preceded in death by brothers Paul C. Daily, Jr., Rev. Robert Daily and Rick Daily.

Joanne leaves her husband Dr. Dwight Livesay; son Michael P. Livesay and his wife Kelli Anne of Denver, Co.; granddaughter Eliza Romero-Cahonne; brothers Rev. James Daily of Mobile, AL and Michael Daily of Williamsburg, WV; nine nephews and eight nieces.

Funeral services for Joanne are scheduled for Monday April 11, 2022 at 2:00 PM at The First Baptist Church of Fairlea with Pastor Ron Miller officiating.

Expressions of sympathy may be made to Anne Edwards Scholarship; 9146 Seneca Trail South, Ronceverte, WV 24970.

#Bob Jones University #Archive #Obituary #BJU Hall of Fame #BJU Alumni Association #2022 #Joanne Marie (Daily) Livesay #Class of 1964

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salman4x4 · 1 year

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artdecoblog · 6 years

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<strong>Woman's World magazine <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/cluttershop/">by Kate</a></strong>

Cover illustration, July 1932, by Miriam Story Hurford.

In box lot of old magazines, Memorial Day weekend auction at the fairgrounds.

#womansworld #magazine #vintage #illustration #quilting #1930s #ephemera #auction #fairlea #sewing #miriam story hurford #fashion

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ofahattersmind · 3 years

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Commissioned by @averil-of-fairlea , Kili and Tauriel's happy family. This was an absolute joy to work on, and I always get excited when she reaches out for a commission because I KNOW it's going to be a blast! Thank you again 😊

#kiliel #tauriel #kili #averil-of-fairlea #ruthcavilart #hobbit #theylivedau #ofahattersmindart #commissionedart #hobbitfanart #babydurins

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gondorimagines · 3 years

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Into the Light

Aaand after a lengthy pause we’re collaborating again! :) Fun!

Authors: Averil-of-Fairlea + Heilith

Based off Imagine Boromir finally confessing his love for you. and Imagine Boromir buying a beautiful dress for you. Enjoy, if it’s possible. :)

Into the Light

“I can’t let you be cold.”

You had to admit you were a tad uneasy. Probing your way through the seemingly casual talk, a goblet of fine Gondorian wine in your hand, the chilly breath of early April seeping in through the undraped windows and reminding your battered body it hadn’t been too long since the last time you had found yourself in a less comfortable environment.

His chamber was not what you could expect of a warrior’s abode. Somehow you had always been under the delusion that someone like him would choose to surround himself with daily reminders of his masculinity – a collection of weapons, perhaps, lonely pieces of the most austere-looking furniture, a sturdy bed, covered with wolf hides or a biting woolen blanket, boring gray or worn-out black or jokes-aside, simple brown.

There was a blanket, after all, a rich and furry one, the one he had wrapped around your shoulders when you shifted closer to the fireplace and sniffled a bit, forgetting your manners. And there were two grand soft chairs, and a small table of mahogany between them, and intricate tapestries, and books – there were books in this place! – lined up on a tall shelf next to a sturdy bed - you guessed it this time - covered with wolf hides

“You’re very hospitable,” you settled on a smile and a lighthearted tone.

He snorted, the sound not something you thought as characteristic of him.

“I’m not. I don’t like guests.”

“Shall I leave, then?”

It used to be so much easier, when you regarded him as an equal to you, someone whose back you had to have in a battle, someone who had to have yours. He had treated you as a battler those days, an inexperienced one, but deserving all respect. Now it seemed he was doing all to show you who was the master of the situation. He had taken it upon himself to patronize you, as you were getting yourself acquainted with the place. You couldn’t make a single step without feeling you were guided by him or assisted by the rest, because it was his order. You probably had to be thankful for the attention that other members of the Fellowship couldn’t be seen to receive from him, but you were constantly under the impression that he was trying to make you feel at his home, rather than just at home in the White City.

Like you had never fought or slept side-by-side, or cheered on each other when the road was becoming too much to bear.

His motives were unclear, and so was your role in all that. It was redundant and at the same time not enough.

“You’re not a guest.”

“And who am I, Boromir?”

He had the most unsettling way of keeping his eyes fixed on yours. You wondered if it was the same for the others.

“A friend,” said he after a pause, softly, “A sister. A fellow-in-arms.”

It was not once that you noticed how different his voice sounded when he was addressing you. It had a mild indulgence about it, that changed even the pitch of its melody to deeper, stronger notes. The first time you had heard it was when he was telling your name to his brother.

You didn’t appreciate the condescending manner at all.

There was no knowing why you had accepted his invitation for a midday meeting at his chamber.

You picked up your goblet to give yourself something to be busy with.

“How is the wine?” asked he, as you savored the bitterish taste with too much diligence.

“It’s good, thank you.”

Was it a special treat or something he was used to?

What the servant that had brought it in was thinking of you and this one-on-one with the Captain-General, that you had tangled yourself into?

“Do your ribs feel better?”

“They don’t,” you confessed, glad to come back to the safe ground. The blood spilled was something that united you, the thing you both had the right to be proud of. “And neither does my back.”

“It was a nasty blow. Will you bear the coronation?”

“It’s just a few hours,” you shrugged, “It’s not like there will be a wedding night after it.”

You longed to speak the same language with him, like you had for the six months since the day you had stepped out of Rivendell. If you had to be shameless to restore those terms, then shameless you could be.

His eyes narrowed slightly, before he nodded, an amused chuckle coming off his lips.

“Here’s to you welcoming your wedding night, when it comes,” muttered he, touching the rim of your goblet with his.

The shift in the subject was seamless. As if he took the hand you didn’t realize you’d been offering him and pulled you out into the light. Now you had to decide whether to stay there or move back into the shadows.

A fair dozen replies caravanned through your mind.

How is it your concern, Boromir?

Same to you, Boromir.

I’ll do my best, Boromir.

Promise me I will.

“I’ll send you a letter, Boromir.”

Just the thought of doing such a daft thing made you smirk. You lowered your head to hide it, retreating to those comfortable shadows.

“I’d rather have first-hand knowledge,” Boromir said.

You dropped your goblet. The rich crimson wine leaked into the faded grays and browns of the heirloom carpet. Boromir picked the goblet back up, placed it on the serving table, and fixedly blotted the stain with a napkin.

His act of servitude gave you an idea for a comeback.

“Why, of course,” you answered.. “You can play my lady-in-waiting, and prepare my unnecessary wedding night attire.”

He stood up. “Close,” he said, tossing the soiled napkin onto the table, “but not quite.”

As he slowly removed the blanket from your shoulders, his lips slid into the most devilish grin you’d ever seen on anyone, ever. Swallowing, you felt yourself slipping back into the light of your truth: that you, most deeply and truly, loved him.

On the quest, you might have put on a scowl and playfully pushed him for being so cheeky. You thought about doing it now, but your sore ribs would have punished you. Boromir lay the blanket on his bed and headed for his wardrobe. With one mighty pull on the door handles, he opened it. The smell of history wafted from its depths: the robust old wood from which the furniture was crafted, the pungent iron from rusted chain mail hidden from view. The smell wasn’t unpleasant.

Boromir removed a nondescript large brown parcel from the bottom.

He returned to you, extending the deceptively plain package in your direction. You took it gingerly, as if it might break from the hand-off. After easing it onto a tufted bench behind you, you opened it with care, revealing a long, elegant dress with flowing sleeves and jeweled detailing across the bodice, awash in your favorite colors.

“Boromir,” you breathed as your heart leaped. You held the dress up against you and turned around. It was the last thing you ever expected him to give you. A new sword? Yes. A basin and a large cake of soap, to hilariously point out your need for both? Definitely, especially during the quest.

But not this. This was elegance.

“It’s lovely. Absolutely beautiful,” you said.

He must have seen the ‘why?’ in your furrowed brow, because he said, “To upstage King Aragorn, of course.”

You indulged in the laugh, despite the discomfort in your chest.

“How do I look?” you asked in earnest.

Boromir glanced at the dress as if it were nothing, then refocused on your eyes, holding your gaze for what felt like an hour. His expression landed somewhere between solemn and wistful. If anyone could find such a place, it was Boromir.

You had to pull him out of it. Besides, you’d waited long enough for him to approach you. Perhaps a more romantic soul would have felt the urge, but not your Captain.

You carefully lay the dress across the bench, then strolled up to him.

“Do you not love it?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

In one tender, natural, gradual move, he circled his arms around your waist and held you close to him, careful not to press too hard against your healing rib cage. You clasped your hands around his neck.

“I do,” he said, “love.” He repeated the sentiment three times, rearranging and augmenting its delivery until he got it came out right: I do, my love. It’s you. I love you.

Lifting on the tips of your toes, you planted a small kiss to his lips.

“And I, you, Boromir.”

He lowered his head and resumed the sweet kiss, but took it no further. You were in no physical shape for intensity, nor was he boorish. Besides, his dress and his confession had been profound enough. They left you as breathless as a deeper kiss would have.

“I should have told you long ago,” Boromir lamented. The sorrow in his voice touched your heart.

Attempting to reassure him, you produced a soft, easy smile. “How could you?” you asked. “Whilst battling Uruk-hai? Running for our lives?” You shook your head. “Now is perfect, as is your gift.”

“Not as perfect as first-hand knowledge of your wedding night.”

He was too much of a gentleman to ask for a preview, and, despite his lack of romantic finesse, he was too proper to formally propose under these circumstances: in his bed-chamber, spilt wine underfoot.

But you understood that all of this - the invitation, the dress, the confession, and the embrace - was just a shadow of him asking for your hand, which you suspected would be sooner than later. Perhaps even this very day, out of the shadows and into the light.

”Indeed,” you said, “it will be.”

#boromir #drabbles #boromir x reader #collaboration #averil-of-fairlea #heilith #submission

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heilith · 1 year

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Hello👋

What emojis would you assign to your mutuals and why? Pass it on, share the fun 💫💞

And fun it is! :) Let’s see...

@a-contemplation-upon-flowers - 👑Hail the Queen of headcanons and spicy fics!

@averil-of-fairlea🫂 (it’s a hug) My co-author, my soulmate, my sister, my friend! :) A diamond of a human being.

@mismaeve - 🎇 An untamed fiery spirit, a bonfire, seen from the darkest corners, a burst of talent, unique ideas and kindness.

@oenothera5 - 🏵️A rosette, because every praise from you is like the highest literary award. You’re a very different kind of us.

@i-did-not-mean-to ❤️ I know it must be hell to live with such a loving heart as yours, but please, stay like this forever. The world is doomed without people like you. (Also a crazily talented writer, couldn’t fit that into the heart) :)

@dawn-petrichor-world 🦋 Your beautiful mind is also mysterious and probably very insecure. Be careful with people!

@glassgulls 😈You’re much more than hits an eye, aren’t you? :) Would love to see more of that!

@scyllas-revenge 🗡️ A warrior soul, who loves warriors. Sharp like a fine blade. :)

Sorry if I let you out, I love you all.

#ask games #emoji games

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themagiccian · 5 years

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Blog updates — February 16th

So, I’m alive!!! And in a big mood for writing stuff and giving lots and lots of love to all the reader insert’s writers. If we aren’t mutuals yet, send me a ♥ in my askbox, so we can solve it. (｡•̀ᴗ-) P.S.: you can always share your writing’s posts there too. And oh! Requests are open.

And now, besides the new theme/icon, I have a fic rec page! There I’ll be sharing my favorite fics of them all, wroten by my favorite authors also. If you could be a dear one and check it out I would be really glad! And also support those who keep writing and posting, ‘cause they are amazing!!!

And here we go to the best part! All my upcoming fics:

Honey eyes (part 3) — reader and Beorn feel attracted to each other, what follows is tension, intensified by a little mistake.

Not givin’ up — Harry Wells may be a hard one, but that’s not stopping (Y/N) tries to approach him.

In need of some discipline — based on “ Imagine being married to Prince Fili and Thorin giving the two of you a time-out away from each other because he’s walked in on you two one too many times” post by @imaginexhobbit.

Warmthness — it’s cold, and Reinhardt is the best blanket reader could ever ask for.

Breathe — Loki knows how to drive you mad... (NSFW)

And that’s it! Hope you all have a nice day.

#reader insert #the hobbit fanfiction #imagines #averil-of-fairlea #immawriteyouthings #heilith #lady-kaaesien #writingsofa-hobbit #fizzyxcustard #overwatch fanfiction #the flash fanficiton #loki fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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averil-of-fairlea · 6 years

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Father's Day this year for me has the potential to really suck. My beloved husband & father of my kids died unexpectedly last year and my own father is in rapidly declining health and *complete* financial ruin.

The ache in my heart for my husband is unlike any other grief I've ever experienced - and I've said goodbye to my dear mother and a brother, huge losses. But in losing my husband, half of myself died with him. I'm still figuring out who I am. I hate that our daughter only had 10 years with her father. He was her best friend.

I feel guilty that I can't do more for my dad. I wish he'd listened to his doctors about his health and to my mom regarding his bad money decisions. At some point in his otherwise charmed life, he stopped following any sound advice. He still isn't. I do not recognize him as the father who raised me.

It would be easy to dwell on all this, and I'm not gonna lie: sometimes I do. Friends, sometimes it's all I can do to put one foot in front of the other.

Then there are the times I look back on the memories of my husband being a loving and involved father to our children, and my dad taking care of his family and making us laugh. My kids had a caring dad, and so did I. I am so very, very thankful for this.

I'll keep all of these memories in my heart, even through tears, as my journey continues.

And this I know is true: love never dies.

#personal #david-of-fairlea #david of fairlea #my love #my Thorin #RIP my love #father's day

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shiinata-library · 2 years

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MPL: Oh, maybe you need smut ;)

Bilbo

You got attacked by an Orc but Bilbo saves your life and lets you stay in his house by Animekath

Bilbo spends his evenings drinking at The Green Dragon Inn and you end to drink with him, by BlackWingsofLucifer

Dating with Bilbo would include (fluff & smut) @tolkien-fantasy

Kíli

Kíli's first time with you @luna-xial

Jealous Kíli wants you now @laurfilijames

You were forced to share your room with Kíli even though you hate him (Sub!Kíli x Dom!Fem!Reader) @rottencherrypie

Kíli not satisfying you in bed and you hesitate telling him because you don’t want to hurt his feelings, by ohmygodwhy316

Kíli tried to be romantic, but it took you to show him how it was really done, by Cumbersmaug

Once you teased Kíli, you can't stop him @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

You share a sack with Kíli when the trolls caught you @averil-of-fairlea

You're just friend with Kíli (wink) @luna-xial

Thorin

Thorin is jealous @ipostsmut

Thorin teaching you Khuzdul @ipostsmut

You caught Thorin masturbating @laurfilijames

You like being dominated by Thorin @fizzyxcustard

As Thorin’s assistant, you try to wake him up but he don’t want to, by @technoelfie

Thorin is tied up and you take the opportunity, by Cumbersmaug

Truth or Dare game with Thorin @immawriteyouthings

Thorin teaches you to play harp @legolaslovely

You're an apprentice blacksmith and Thorin starts to work with you @darthglitterfanfiction

Sleeping alone in your bedroom, you’re cold, but Thorin will soon warm you by kaeorin

Thorin waits you ready before sharing a bed with you @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

Fíli

Go with Fíli to a feast or stay with him in your chamber @laurfilijames

Fíli needs your help for a pressing matter of greatest importance to the realm @lathalea

Fíli makes a move after watching you every night you worked in a bar @legolaslovely

It's Fíli's birthday and you went to his bedroom to drop his present on his desk @blairsanne

Fíli meets a childhood friend at a ball and spends a long night with her by kaeorin

Fíli loves when you play with his knives @ichoosechoasandbeingqueer

Several / other characters at the same post

Kíli / Fíli caughts you masturbating @laurfilijames

You caught Kíli / Fíli masturbating @laurfilijames

Sneaking around in the dark with Kíli / Fíli @laurfilijames

Pegging with Bilbo / Thorin / Kíli / Fíli / Thranduil / Dwalin / Bofur @tolkien-fantasy

You're Thorin's sister and you secretly date Dwalin @jjamjamm

Several character at the same time

Dating Bilbo and Thorin (fluff & smut) @tolkien-fantasy

Kíli wants you even if the company is sleeping around you --- Thorin heards you --- and Fíli too @ipostsmut

Your weeding night with Kíli & Fíli, by Ixthalia

Lord of the Rings

Eowyn comes to the Shire to see Merry by Citron_Swiftvale

The Rings of power

If Elendil comes to the Hall of Lore, it’s not only for the seas’ map @catyo90

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#the hobbit fanfiction #fanfic #my personal library #fili #kili #Smut #thorin #bilbo #bilbo baggins #dwalin #rop #lotr

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theblogofdurin · 2 years

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First off, yes this is longer than my own masterlist but that because these amazing writers are better than me and deserves all the glory that they get.

They get all the credit for this post. -> So don't forget to like their posts and follow their accounts and just overall please to make sure to show your appreciation to these writers for all their work :)

Painful self-promotion -> Cloaked in Green Masterlist

-> UPDATES CONSTANTLY

The Shoutout's

@midearthwritings

I haven't interacted with them much but every interaction so far I've had with them, they have been so sweet and I just love them 💯

Masterlist

Be Mine - Dwalin x Hobbit!Reader

Don't you cry - Bofur x Reader

Beating Hearts- Thorin x Reader

And we’ll Love - Kili x Reader

Those who dream - Fili x reader

@ladylouoflothlorien

Amazing writer~ whenever I am need of a Dwalin fix I always go to their page.💌

Hobbit Masterlist

Hunting Wound -Kili x Reader

Twelve Days of Dwarfmas -Dwalin x Reader / The company x reader

@lordoftherazzles

Probably the best Bagginshield writer on this site and I just- muah💞 so I am just going to link everything lol.

Masterlist

"Who’s the short one now" -Bagginshield (my request :) <3)

@lathalea

Again the sweetest and most talented writer ever! I highly recommend all their work, especially their Thorin fics.💕

Masterlist

Cookies- Dwalin x Reader

"Friends to Lovers w/ Dwalin"

All is Fair in Love & Trade- Thorin x fem!dwarf!OC

Strong- Thorin x reader

Lost My Way- Fili x Reader

@luna-writes-stuff

Just an overall good person and an amazing writer, I highly recommend all their work so again I’m just posting their masterlist.💋💋

Tolkien Masterlist

@guardianofrivendell

aka the person that caused my Eomer and Boromir oppressions^ Another masterlist shoutout❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

main masterlist

Random Fic Recs: MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND COMMENT ON THESE POSTS AND SHOW THESE AUTHORS ALL THE LOVE!

The Company:

“How the company would react to you being hormonal” by @badamtssh

“ imagine the company's reaction to their newest member also being able to speak one of our languages-” by @anotherbleedinghart

Thorin:

“ Next to the dying fire” by @bogginswritings

"My Hair" by @luna-writes-stuff

Dwalin:

"Just Knew " by @elisethewildwolf

"Morning" ->elisethewildwolf

"Quiet Beauty" by @vee-vee-writes

"Words never spoken" by @kurooblossom

"Stubborn" - @soyeahitsmiddleearth

Boromir:

"Nothing but a number" by @averil-of-fairlea

"Heat and Makeup" by writingfromkitchenator

"drunken night" by @fandomwarriror

Éomer:

"Informalities"-@arrantsnowdrop

"Desire"- @simbylmyne

"Jealous! Possessive! Éomer oneshot" -@writingfromkitchenator

“ Exactly What It Needs To Be” ->writingfromkitchenator

a/n: if any writer has a problem with their work being tagged on here, please do not hesitate to pm me anytime and I will remove it asap.

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