Tuesday Teaser - Taken: Part 3 (Eomer x Reader)

Short but sweet?

“If you would allow me to propose something your Grace, I--” “Eomer.” The King of Rohan growled the ungentle correction with an irritated shake of his head. “If I have leave from your king to continue calling him Elessar, then I will not abide frivolous formalities from you…Captain. And speak freely! It is your candor that I came here for, as much as your counsel." Boromir chuckled faintly. “Very well.”

Guess what brotherhood is going to be developed in this story and its sequel!!! (Bio and found brothers are my favorite relationships, so sue me.)

I know Eomer and Aragorn were the ones who became besties in the books, but I like to believe that if Boromir had lived, the friendship between him and Eomer would have flourished, especially since they became brothers-in-law and they knew each other as younger men.

In my HC/AU, Boromir and Theodred were close friends growing up. So in a way, Eomer comes to see Boromir almost as a replacement for his lost cousin. (Boromir and Theodred were the exact same age, didja know?)

Anyway, just one of several "surprises" that will come up in this chapter. I'm basically opening up a can of worms that will then carry over into the "sequel", so I beg for everyone's patience! I hope some of the interest will follow into the transition into the Eomer x OC long fic.

Happy Tuesday, Fellowship! 💚

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I was tagged by @nooradeservedbetter to share a snippet.

This is something new that I've just written that may be a new angst fic 👀

"Louis? What are you doing here?" Harry asked through the door, hand firm on the handle but not yet opening it. "You're not answering my messages, Haz. I was worried. C'mon, please open the door. I just want to see that you're alright." "I'm fine, Louis," Harry stated, leaning his forehead against the door as he heard a sigh from the other side, "you can go now." "Harry, please. You've been avoiding me for the past three days. It's not fair." "Not fair?" Harry scoffed. "You don't get to talk to me about things not being fair. Not after the shit you pulled." "Harry, please-" "Don't you dare 'Harry, please' me. I asked you for space, Louis. Space to think and process what you did and you can't even give me that? Do you even understand how badly you messed up this time?"

Tagging (no pressure) @lunarheslwt @babyhoneyheslt @wemadethishome @thedevilinmybrain @justahappycloud

I am so excited to share a bit more of this fic - you’ve read the plot bunny from back in the summer, but now I can cross one of those off of my list!! (Once I finish, we’re almost there!) In a WEEK the Hobbit Collab will launch and you can see the amazing collab I’ve gotten to do with @consultingpacha​!

→ Plot Bunny

Here’s a little sneak peek from “The Night We Met”, which will fully launch on Dec. 6th!

“I have to get back to the vegetables, but if you need anything–”

“Yes, I’ll holler,” Thorin insisted as he cut Bilbo off, watching the hobbit’s face visibly wilt. Swallowing thickly and feeling a tug on his tunic, Thorin glanced down towards his nephews who gave him that stern look that Dis often wore if he stepped out of line. It was a gentle little reminder to try to make light of the moment–something his sister insisted on time and time again. “Thank you, Mister Baggins. We appreciate the hospitality.” Thorin even forced the corners of his mouth upward.

Wouldn’t Dis be proud?

That seemed to brighten Bilbo’s mood. His pointed ears nearly stood straight towards the sky. “Of course!” At least Thorin didn’t seem to hate this arrangement entirely, and perhaps the dwarf was growing more comfortable now that rain wasn’t dumping on his head constantly. Whatever it was, Bilbo took a little pride in it as he exited the washroom, not quite closing the door, but giving the dwarves their privacy and returning to his duties as proper host and tending to the food.

“Uncle? Are you okay?” Fili asked, flinging his tunic aside and picking off his socks before pulling at Kili’s.

“I’m fine, Fili. This is all just very…”

“Strange?” Fili’s big blue eyes stared up at Thorin’s own, a frown on those tiny lips, only to be accompanied by Kili’s wide-eyed stare.

“What’s…strange?” Kili stammered, struggling to get his voice around the words. “Is it bad?”

“It’s not bad, just different, now let’s get you two washed up, you look like you’ve been rolling in the dirt.” Poking at Fili’s bare belly and Kili’s side, earning squeals and giggles from the young pebbles, Thorin was happier to distract them than to dive into his uncertainty. Even if it meant he got another dose of being soaked–but at least this time it was by lavender scented soaps and bath water versus the rain from outside.

This has been such a journey, and I’m super happy with how it’s turned out! Special thanks to @mulasawala​ who made the gorgeous art above that inspired this story. Reminder that this link will not be available for use until SEPTEMBER 10th!!!

One More Little Adventure

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Relationship: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Fíli (Tolkien), Dís (Tolkien), OC Dwarves, Gandalf | Mithrandir Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bilbo Remains In Erebor, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, magical transformations, Another Adventure for Bilbo and Thorin, Idiots in Love, Dwarf & Hobbit Cultural Differences, Misunderstandings, magical acorn, Shrunk Bilbo and Thorin, Warg-Sized Ants, Owls, Mushroomlings, Nearly Eaten, Near Death Experiences, nearly drowned, Happy Ending

Summary: Bilbo is wondering whether remaining in Erebor is the right decision anymore, and a misunderstanding with Thorin solidifies his choice in leaving. However, before he can go anywhere, Bilbo's acorn he picked up from Beorn's garden takes matters into its own hands and shrinks the both of them. Bilbo and Thorin must now fight their way up the mountainside at two inches tall, bickering the whole way. Looks like they are in for one more little adventure together.

Excerpt from Chapter 5: Together

“What?!” Thorin sputtered looking down at him for the first time.

“We’re not going to both be able to get out of this, and you can’t hold on forever. Turn me loose. It’ll be okay.”

Thorin avidly shook his head. “That’s a storm drain! You’ll fall into Erebor’s clean water supply. I can pull us up. I can pull us both up.” 

Bilbo looked back down at the canyon below, just able to make out the funnel-like pipe in the inky darkness. Bilbo was not a swimmer, and he was certain at his size that the barrel would be deeper than even the Long Lake. However, there was a chance. This didn’t have to be the end.

“Thorin.” 

Thorin looked haunted, his head shaking rapidly against such a suggestion.

“I can’t.” He gasped.

Bilbo made the choice for him as he started to let go, but Thorin’s grip tightened.

“Together!” He cried out desperately.

Bilbo looked up, almost in disbelief. Thorin was the king of Erebor. There was no telling they were going to survive this, and he would give it all up? For Bilbo?

“Together.” He repeated firmly, nodding his head as if reading Bilbo’s thoughts.

Bilbo sucked in a breath as he gave a bitter smirk.

“Together.” He agreed.

Tuesday Teaser! New Series!

I know, I know, I know! I mean....I know! I have like eight series in process right now, but this occurred to me and I had to write it!

Coming Soon to a master list near you.....

Fandom: TRR

Paring: Drake x Leo

Title and Mood Board to come.

My other stuff: Master List.

“You would back down before I would, Walker. I’m not gay. You’re gay!”

“Bisexual,” Drake corrected him, as he took to his feet again. He walked directly into Leo’s personal space and folded his arms across his chest, “And not ashamed of it. You would definitely chicken out before I would.”

The challenge had been issued.

Tuesday Teaser!

Thanks for the tag @enchantedlandcoffee and @nouies. I can’t wait for your fics. I love the snippets. Here is something I’m writing for the @1dastroficfest

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Meanwhile Louis decides to detain himself from his duties, by sitting on the floor beside Sienna. She is engrossed in her noisy Noah's Ark toy, until Louis' arm comes into view; immediately making grabby hands for his forearm, eyes sparkling with delight.

'Lo-Lo,' Sienna stutters, curving her tiny fingers to get a better hold. Her coordination is improving, alongside her grip and it warms Louis' heart. He kisses her fringe, earning a giggle. 

'What noise does this animal make, Sienna?' He asks, fingertips manoeuvring a cow along the deck of the ship, teetering it beside its designated location to avoid setting off the sound.

'M - moo,' Sienna answers, emphasis on the double vowel. 

Louis grins proudly, airing his praises. He slots the animal into the holder, cheering when the toy imitates Sienna's reply. She wiggles her bottom excitedly, palms slapping against the plastic table top. 

'More?' He suggests and Sienna nods enthusiastically. 'OK. What about…' Louis hums thoughtfully, curved fingers hovering above a pig, 'this one?'

Sienna giggle-snorts, when he makes the pig do a silly walk across the deck to its rightful place.

Louis airs a hearty laugh, knowing her audible reply was unintentional despite being accurate. 

No pressure: @always-in-love-x @thebreadvansstuff @nooradeservedbetter @lunarheslwt @babyhoneyheslt @larrysballetslippers

Tuesday teaser

Since I'm still working on my candyheart fic, and it's taking me a lot longer than expected, here's a little teaser :)

Sirius was sitting in front of the record player, watching the vinyl currently playing as if it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. The soft crackle of the needle tracing over the grooves, making notes and melodies for him to drown himself in. The soft click of the needle moving back to its original placement shakes him from his thoughts. He silently moves to put the record back, mindlessly grabbing another one to fill the pressing silence. It’s been like this ever since he woke up. Remus had already left, having an early class to teach.

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Tuesday Teaser (FotF) - Eomer x Reader

My motivation to continue writing this Eomer x Reader hurt/comfort/pining fic is sputtering like a dying car engine, so if anyone can please lend me some focus and writing energy, I would greatly appreciate it! <3

Opening excerpt:

Injuries and bloodshed and casualties of warfare, Eomer understood and had become accustomed to dealing with. Through years of experience, he learned to distinguish when a rider from his eored had suffered a fatal wound, and recognize that their passing was imminent. But illness such as the one that plagued you stretched past his knowledge, stranding him in agonizing doubt of your condition. And of your fate. 

Eomer's deep voice boomed across the crowded hall as he shouted his sister's name. Even so, it felt like too long before Eowyn finally came, and impatience bordering on anger rumbled off him as he gestured at your writhing form. "Her pain worsens. Are you certain there is nothing else we can do?!"

Her mouth pressed into a tight line, Eowyn leaned over the cot where you lay and rested her open palm over your forehead, patting down your cheek and the column of your exposed neck. "Her fever persists," she murmured. "You must continue applying ice and cold cloths on her."

Reaching down by his feet, Eomer picked up the bowl of half-melted snow and brandished the cold, wet rag in his clenched fist. "I have been doing so for nearly an hour now," he growled. "Yet the longer I go, it seems all I am doing is hurting her."

This fic is inspired, obviously, by our favorite Eomer RoTK EE scenes:

No one wants to have this WIP finished more than I do!!! Waaaah. It will be the first Eomer fic I write and definitely hopefully the first of many!

Funiversary Next Year | Tuesday, 05.09.2023

Next year, Funimation turns 30.

Tuesday Teaser

This is for my fic for @titleandtropeficfest and is the starting lines.

This is not how he thought his day would go. Sat on the floor of his bathroom as he stared at a little plus sign on a stick in his hands. Getting pregnant at 22 was not in his life plan. Especially given the fact that he was an unmated omega still in University and that he didn't get along with the father on the best of days. His hand flew to his mouth as he suppressed a sob, aware that his friend was just outside the door. "Hazza? Everything alright, Pet?" Niall called, the door cracking open slightly. Harry blinked up at his best friend, tears in his eyes as the blonde alpha immediately sat on the floor next to him and pulled him into his side. "You're going to be alright. Everything's going to be alright." Niall whispered, kissing Harry on the forehead as the omega nuzzled into his neck, tears pouring down his face. "We'll get through this." “This wasn’t part of the plan, Ni.” Harry sobbed, curling in on himself more. “I wasn’t supposed to start a family like this. I was gonna- I was gonna graduate uni and then- then I was gonna meet the one at- at- at a bookshop or bakery or something, you know?” he sniffled, causing a small chuckle to come from the alpha. “I wanted to settle down, to have some stability before having a pup, not have to raise them in a crumbling apartment with my best friend and have their father being an alpha who can barely tolerate me.” “I don’t think our apartment’s that bad,” Niall commented, his joke falling flat as Harry glared up at him. “You nearly fell through the floor yesterday.”

Tagging (no pressure) @lunarheslwt @justahappycloud @hellolovers13 and @babyhoneyheslt

I have been so excited to revisit this fic (as well as many others now that my TRSB22 piece is done!) so I wanted to share a little bit of the upcoming chapter!

Also stay tuned for some awesome additional pieces that go with this fic from some of my favorite artists. 👀 👀 👀

Check out the first two chapters of “Kurdu ‘abadaz” before the update (which will be soon!)

“Master Hobbit,” Bard had greeted kindly, but still cautiously.

“Just Bilbo is fine.”

“I don’t understand why the halfling is present for a meeting of powers–”

“Because Mister Baggins has that right. He has seen much in his time with us and can provide an interesting perspective for all of us, I would think.” Balin was quick to interject, but still holding an air of level-headedness, even if it was obvious he wasn’t too keen on anyone talking down on Bilbo. Though no offense was taken. It probably wasn’t meant in malice, simply confusion.

“Perhaps,” Thranduil hummed lightly in thought before exchanging a look with the man at his side.

“And where is Ironfoot?”

Balin and Bilbo exchanged looks for a moment while taking their seats, leaving one vacant between them, no doubt for Dain whenever he decided to show up.

“He should be here any moment, as you can imagine there are many things that require his attention in the days of late.” Balin was tugging at his collar some, a rather rare sign of nerves within the older dwarf, but he still held his chin up and didn’t let his voice waver at the very least. “I suppose I can take the opportunity to ask how the men and elves are faring?”

“As well as you can imagine,” Bard started, rubbing at his head as he rested his elbows on the table. “We’re picking up the pieces, focusing on trying to retrieve food and supplies for fires, but overall, morale is higher than I anticipated it would be.”

So much had been lost, both in supplies and lives, that scraping together whatever they could was essential right now. There were a lot of things that needed to be discussed as far as the survival of men and dwarves went, for the elves would no doubt retreat back to Mirkwood in due time. However, surprisingly enough, that was the least of Bilbo’s worries right now. Right now he was worried about the news of–

“Sorry I’m late,” Thorin’s voice rang through the room, sharp as a black arrow piercing the hide of a dragon. “I have relieved Dain of his duties for this meeting. He is handling other arrangements as we speak.”

Bard’s jaw had dropped. Thranduil’s face had paled and he was instantly on his feet. Bilbo and Balin were rooted to their seats with stunned expressions as well.

Whelp! Haven’t done one of these in awhile...but getting back on track better late than never is good. 😁 I’ve decided to share 10 sentences from my TRSB fic 👀but I don’t want to be the only one bragging on projects here! So I’m going to tag 10 people at the bottom to share 10 sentences of whatever WIP they’ve been working on as well. 😏 Feel free to keep the game going!

“Any ideas for how to get out of this?” Bilbo dared to ask.

“I thought coming up with plans was your strength.” Thorin hummed.

Bilbo almost rolled his eyes. Sure, just let him do everything then. They were getting closer to the end of the blanket when Bilbo bumped into something. He turned slightly, only to scream and clutch tightly to Thorin’s middle. The ant behind him was investigating Bilbo with its long antennae. Its mandibles clicked seemingly in curiosity as it moved on to investigate Thorin.

Its appendages ran over Thorin’s crown, knocking it off before moving down to his coat where there were still a few crumbs. Suddenly, its attention became much more urgent as it released a hollow screech alerting the other ants to its find.

“RUN!” Thorin ordered, pushing Bilbo away.

Tagging: @lordoftherazzles @ahufflepuffhobbit @thotinshield @ragsweas @i-did-not-mean-to @rosasynstylae @frosticenow @dimdiamond  @asgardianhobbit98​ @middleearthpixie​

Tuesday Teaser: Max's Room (A Bad Romance One-Shot)

Just a little snippet of something I've been working on for Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week hosted @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation

The guards deposited the boxes in the hallway outside the door Max pointed at and retreated as Riley waved them away, “We’ll call you when it’s time to carry things!”

Max had been clear that he didn’t want the guards going through his things. Riley was the only person he was allowing to help him sort through his treasured possessions.

“Why do you have a separate room for all this stuff, Max?” Riley asked as she pushed the door open. Her eyes swept over the room, taking in the flotsam and jetsam of Max’s childhood and young adult years.

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tagged by @daffi-990. More from the second chapter of some things fall when they're meant to fall (yes, there will be a second chapter! and yes, I'm completely feral about this fic now 👍).

“Well,” Eddie says, clearing his throat. “I’m glad it…worked out.” He takes a sip of beer.  He can feel Tommy’s gaze on him and it makes him nervous, as if Tommy can see all the ways in which Eddie doesn’t really mean that.  He blurts out, “He really likes you.” And then instantly wonders if he shouldn’t have said it because—well, for one, Tommy probably knows that. Buck doesn’t exactly play his cards close to the chest about that kind of stuff. And for another, if Tommy doesn’t know that, then what right does Eddie have to tell him? He feels adrift in this new land—what are the boundaries here? But Tommy just smiles softly. “I really like him, too.” It makes Eddie’s chest twist, seeing that smile. Because he can tell Tommy means it, and he both wants him to mean it and desperately, desperately doesn’t. His warring feelings tangle in his chest as he takes another big swig of beer and sets his beer down on the coffee table.  “Good,” he says quietly. And then, before he can talk himself out of it, “Because Buck is—he’s special. He…he loves easily and he loves hard, okay, so just. Be good to him.” “Eddie,” Tommy says, a little placating. “We’ve only been on like, three dates. It’s not exactly serious.” Yet. Eddie swallows down the hurt. “I know,” he says. “But just…” And Tommy must see it on his face—the fierce surge of protectiveness he gets when he thinks about all the people who have hurt Buck and taken him for granted—because he softens.  “Okay,” Tommy agrees gently. “Okay, yeah, I get you.”

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