#And Rohan Will Answer! (Requests)

[lilaccatholic]

Do you think you could pray for me?

Praying! St. Benedict of Nursia, whose feast day is today, pray for us!

[runawaymun]

A little while ago I sent in a request for platonic elrond x reader where reader's twin twin sister died & he knows that kind of pain & he comforts her. Just wondering if you got it? Totally not rushing but ik tumblr eats asks sometimes. Sorry to bother you ❤️

hi there! i hope you're doing okay

I have it :) i am just pretty slow with any requests these days. Thank you!

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@menelvagor :: eomer | reply to this ::

  From the amount of blood that was pouring out from his leg, Aragorn thought that he had possibly caught a vein. Which didn’t bode well. He watched the younger man tying the tourniquet tighter, still listening out in case of danger as the night crept in. "If that bleeding doesn't slow though, I'll be at risk of passing out if I try standing and that'll put you in a lot more danger. I'm not willing to take that risk, Éomer."

  Of course, that was before the sound of hoofbeats came from the direction of Aldburg. Hoofbeats that sounded awfully familiar; almost like a very good well known yet completely wild black warhorse. "Hal."

  The other Ranger just eyed him as she jumped down and went to crouch by the Horselord's side, a blank expression on her face. She left the tourniquet alone and pulled a small vial of blue liquid from her medical kit, which she carefully poured around the edge of it. Seconds later, the blood flow finally started to slow and she put the vial away again, before glancing at Éomer. "With Star's help, think you can get him back to Aldburg on your own?"

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

Brothers and Cliffs

authors note: alright i have a TON of requests (not just here, but also on my main) and yes i am going to get around to doing those, but i had this idea for a fic for a long time and really wanted to write it, so yeah! this fic takes place in either glorious rivals or the grandest game, but just pretend that they don’t know gigis kidnapped yet 😭

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Lyra knew she was on the brink of getting eliminated. She knew it, and her heart froze in her chest from the acknowledgment of that fact. Gasping for air as she finally stopped running all around the island, she doubled over, placing her hands on her knees.

“Giving up so soon?” A British taunt interjected. Lyra turned her head, and saw Rohan leaning against a dead tree, smirking at her. She knew that he already knew the answer to the riddle, knew that she was the only one left who didn’t yet, and anger bubbled inside of her.

“No.” She spat, standing up as straight as she could before sprinting off, away from him. Her heart ricocheted in her chest, and Lyra tried to slow her breathing so she could think and not cry. She continued to run, before a sudden image made her halt to a stop. She stalked slowly to the tree, not sure if her eyes were fooling her. There, on the tree, she could just barely see a circle where the ridges didn’t co-align with the others. Lyra knew that was possible, but there was something about the perfection of the circle that made her freeze in the first place. Placing her fingernails into the tiny cracks, she grabbed the small circle of the tree the best she could and tugged. The part of the tree came out, leaving an empty hole inside. Lyra immediately crammed her fingers inside the hole, grabbing at it, before feeling paper and pulling it out. With her heart jolting in her chest, Lyra unwrapped the paper, before readings its contents:

“Without me and within me is death assured, with me and within you is life most pure.”

Lyra paused for only a moment. Water. There was no way it was that easy. That was, until a sudden memory of Jameson Hawthorne speaking to all of the contestants washed over her.

“Don’t be so sure,” Jameson said to Rohan in front of all of us, a reply to when Rohan teased Savannah about wanting to scale her walls. “Scaling walls is harder than one might think.”

Scaling walls. Lyra remembered a “wall” that would be harder to scale than one might think, a wall that stood just over a body of water. The cliff.

Without a moments hesitation, Lyra looked up at the sky, realized it couldn’t be more than 5 minutes till sunset, and took off towards the cliff.

Lyra knew she was getting closer to the cliffs by not only the feel of the wind on this side of the island, but also by the amount of contestants and Hawthornes she saw waiting. She saw Brady Daniels. Savannah Grayson. Jameson Hawthorne. Nash Hawthorne. Xander Hawthorne. Avery Grambs. Grayson, however, was no where to be seen.

Lyra’s mind lingered on that fact longer than she had any right to.

Running closer towards the cliff, a voice slowed her down.

“I know you know the answer by now, and I’m just telling you that if you try to scale that cliff in the time you have left, you are going to get hurt in the process.” Nash Hawthornes Texas drawl told her, as he sat up against the ruins, strumming a guitar. He looked up at her. “There has to be a length you aren’t willing to take, and if there is one, it should be this.” Pettiness rose in her chest. She still had time. 2 minutes, at the most, but time. An idea flashed through her, and, huffing out a breath, she tied her hair up with the small black elastic on her wrist.

“You seem pretty sure about that.” She retorted, determination clear on her face. Lyra figured out a way to find the answer she needed. She wasn’t going to scale the cliff. She didn’t need to.

She started to run, going farther away from Nash Hawthorne and closer towards the cliff. She ran. And ran. And when she was sure there was only a minute left on her time, she ran even more, coming closer towards the edge, slowing to a halt once she finally did.

And then she jumped.

GRAYSON:

Grayson walked out of the ruins, making his way towards Jameson, before a figure caught his eye. Lyra. Grayson held a breath as he watched her talk to Nash. He had looked all over the island, trying desperately to find her and try to help her through the riddle and its answer. She had, what, a minute left? There was a good chance that she wouldn’t make it, and Grayson knew what he would do if that were true. Start a trust fund for her brothers. Try and help with Mile’s End. He knew that Lyra would refuse any financial help, but he would try his best. And then what would happen if she left? What would happen to them?

An annoying voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“I think I’m the first to tell you this, Gray, but wistfully looking at the love of your life is supposed to only be a thing that happens in movies.” Grayson turned towards Jameson, raising a brow and snapping out of his daze.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated, despite Avery’s giggle beside Jamie.

“You two need to stop fighting so mu-“ Avery didn’t even get to finish before Jameson’s voice interrupted hers.

“What the hell?” He said, his voice intense. It was so sudden that Grayson froze, turning his gaze to where Jameson’s was. Grayson watched with horror as Lyra ran closer to the edge, before suddenly, with a jump, leaping off. Grayson hesitated. He paused, frozen alongside his brother who was no doubt thinking the same thing that Grayson was, and he knew he would regret it for the rest of his life. Staying frozen while Lyra could be de-

Grayson didn’t let himself finish that thought before breaking into a sprint towards the cliff.

LYRA:

Lyra turned the best she could in air, reading the message carved into the cliff wall only a second before falling into the water. She ran it over in her head, thinking about it as she scrambled to come above the freezing cold water.

“I am a mother and a father, but have never given birth. I am rarely still, but I never wander. What am I?”

Lyra thought it over. Then she thought over what her mother had said once to her when she was 13 and they were walking through a trail. What she said about the “most nurturing parents of the forest.” And then she thought about where she got her original riddle from.

A tree.

She barely had time to feel relieved before a wave hit her aggressively, dragging her under.

GRAYSON:

Grayson finally made it to the shore of the water below the cliff where Lyra should be, searching the water for her. He barely saw her come above the water, before getting sucked back under. Fear threatened to hold him under, but he pushed it, and the memory of Emily doing this exact same thing with him, down. With a shuddering breath, he took off his suit jacket as fast as he could and dove into the water. With his eyes open, he could just barely see her figure under the crashing waves, and then he was swimming towards her, and bringing her body to his. Her eyes opened once he brought her body to his chest and hooked one hand under her knees with his other arm wrapped around her upper back. She looked even more beautiful underwater. Grayson tried his best not to mull on that, but he still nonetheless drank the feel of her body pressed against his chest in like wine. Ignoring the aggressive waves, he swam back up to shore, holding her body in his arms as he saw his brothers, Avery, and the other contestants run over to them.

“What the hell was that?” Jameson demanded, his gaze turned to Lyra. Grayson could tell by his large pupils that he was also seeing a glimpse of what happened to Emily in Lyra. Avery had her hand on Jameson’s arm, but from his past demand, she took his hand in hers, turning his attention away from Lyra and Grayson almost immediately. Grayson placed Lyra down gently, ignoring his shaking hands as he took his suit jacket off the floor, shook off some sand, and draped it over her shoulders. Lyra immediately pulled it closer towards her, shivering. She was about to speak, when Grayson interjected.

“You could have gotten hurt, Lyra. Then what would happen?” He asked, his voice more hoarse than he wanted to admit. Lyra paused, her mouth stuck open, as her brows furrowed. She shut her mouth then, shrugging as she instead turned to Nash.

“I told you that you seemed too sure about the fact that there were lengths I wouldn’t take.” She told Nash simply. Grayson mulled on that, grappling with a calm that he didn’t in any way feel. Jameson paused, before nodding.

“You did what you had to do, reckless or not. Although I do feel that as Game Master I should warn you away from cliffs and danger in general, as we don’t need one of the contestants to kill themself half way through the Grandest Game.” He said, his pupils finally shrinking. Grayson whipped his head towards Jameson, as his mind still grappled with what was going on.

“This isn’t a joke, Jameson. She could have-” Died. Grayson paused, his voice guttural. Lyra turned to him with a raised brow, but Grayson kept his gaze firmly on Jameson. “She could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“I did just say that, didn’t I?” Jameson retorted, with a raised brow. In Grayson’s mind, he could see the image of Emily jumping off the cliff. Then, he saw Jameson’s smirk a mere few days after the incident. He was already making a joke of things.

“Are you serious?” Grayson was going to continue, before Nash cut him off.

“Enough, Grayson.” He warned. Grayson turned to him. “This isn’t about her.” Nash didn’t have to say who the “her” was for Grayson to know what he was getting at. Emily.

“Her?” Rohan and Lyra asked simultaneously. Grayson’s gaze turned to Lyra. He watched how her brows furrowed ever so slightly, before she turned her attention to Avery. Grayson could see her brain working through the events of tonight, trying to connect them to the Hawthorne heiress in some way. She opened her mouth to speak, before Grayson cut in.

“Not Avery.” He interjected. Lyra snapped her mouth shut, and Grayson held her gaze for only a few seconds before turning to his brothers. He planned on lecturing Jameson more on what jokes were and weren’t appropriate to make, before Savannah interrupted.

“Then who?” She asked, her expression calm as she raised a brow. Lyra, Rohan, and Brady all turned to him expectantly, but he wasn’t planning on giving them an actual answer.

“It doesn’t matter.” He stated, his voice meant to shut the topic down. Jameson raised a brow at him.

“Are you sure, Grayson,” He asked slowly. “That it doesn’t matter to you?” A flicker of anger sparked in Grayson’s chest.

“I could say the same for you, Jamie.” He replied, his tone cool and collected despite the anger building inside of him. Jameson rolled his eyes.

“You have to get over it at some point, Grayson. When’s that stick finally gonna come out of your ass?” He said, his voice louder than before.

“I am getting over it. When are you going to get over that nonchalant nothing-matters attitude? When are you going to finally take things seriously?” He retorted, his eyes narrowing at Jameson. Nash and Avery both interjected, telling the two of them to cool down as Xander watched nervously, but Grayson couldn’t believe it. Would he be cracking jokes at Lyra’s funeral? Making light of things while she’s in the hospital, bleeding out from impact? Grayson didn’t know.

“This is who I am. It’s who I’ve always been, Grayson. Don’t act like part of your personality isn’t being a bitch.” Jameson spat right back, stepping closer to Grayson. Grayson’s jaw tightened. He hadn’t argued with his brothers like this in years. But seeing Lyra on the brink of getting hurt made him…. act different. Maybe it was about Emily. Or maybe the idea of losing Lyra was one that he just couldn’t bear. Grayson took a step forward, before Lyra’s hand shot out to hold his arm.

“What the hell are you doing, Grayson? Calm down.” She told him. Grayson turned to meet her eyes, feeling more calm than he had moments ago from the feel of her warm hand over his arm, before a voice brought that anger back.

“Yeah, Grayson,” Jameson taunted, his eyes hard as stone. “Calm down.”

“Don’t taunt him.” Nash warned Jameson quickly, putting a hand on his shoulder. Behind Nash, Grayson could see Savannah and Rohan send each other interested glances. He didn’t like fighting with his brothers, especially in front of other people, but right now, he couldn’t help it.

“Or what?” Grayson retorted, his eyes dragging back to Jameson’s. A flash of anger entered his eyes, and that’s when the retorts just kept coming.

“The fuck do you mean, or what? It’s not like you’re going to do anything. You’ve always been too scared to ruin that perfect reputation you’ve got going on.” Jameson said, his voice intense as he took a step closer.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grayson replied slowly.

“I do know what I’m talking about. When are you finally going to get over this bullshit?”

“Oh, you always bring it back to that.”

“Like it’s my fucking fault!” Jameson paused, running a hand through his hair. “Grayson. Do you seriously think that I don’t understand what you’re going through?” Jameson’s voice was more quiet now. And Grayson wanted to hear him out. He really did. But suddenly, a rush of emotions overtook him, and Grayson squeezed his eyes shut. It was only for a second, but still, when he opened his eyes, he was met with Jameson’s pitying ones. He didn’t want pity. And he knew, in his heart, that his grandfather would be disappointed in him for even craving the smallest bit of it.

“I think,” Grayson said calmly, stepping back as his face turned neutral in seconds. “That you haven’t figured out how to take anything seriously yet.” Grayson gave Jameson an unbothered stare, and that must have been the straw that broke the camels back, because in seconds, Jameson flipped him onto the ground.

“When will you grow up, Gray?” Jameson spat, staring Grayson dead in the eyes. Grayson returned the look, flipping him onto his back as he grappled for the upper hand.

“That’s rich coming from you.” Grayson retorted furiously. The two were in a fighting match, on the ground as different verbal assaults came flying from the both of them. Nash tried to break them up, but they seemed to be ignoring him, too caught up in their own wrestling match.

“What are you doing, Grayson? Get up.” Grayson recognized that honey rich voice immediately. Lyra. He tried to turn around and look at her, but his brother used the distraction as an opportunity to get the upper hand.

“You’re fucking unbelievable Grayson.” He spat.

“Please, spare me from your disappointment.” Grayson retorted sarcastically.

“Grayson, that’s enough.” A guttural voice that Grayson identified as Avery’s spoke up. Jameson immediately froze, his lips parting.

“It’ll be enough as soon as it’s enough for Jameson.” Grayson replied in a cool manner. Jameson’s gaze ripped back to Grayson’s, a sneer on his face.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You. First.”

“What the actual fuck are you two doing?” Grayson froze as his head whipped towards where the angry voice came from. Lyra stood with her arms crossed, her face in disbelief as she ripped off Graysons jacket and threw it on him. Grayson peeled the suit jacket off his face, his brother having stopped fighting too, as he stared up at Lyra.

“Well?” She asked him. Grayson paused, uncertain of what to do. She seemed even more furious at that fact, stepping closer to him as a flicker of anger entered her eyes. She pointed her finger in his face.

“Get. Up. You. Asshole.” She enunciated with each point, staring at Grayson furiously as he slowly got up from the ground. As soon as he got up, Lyra stared down her nose at him, despite Grayson being taller than her by a good amount, before shaking her head.

“Maybe the millions of dollars aren’t actually worth it.” She said, sighing. Nash snorted, the first I’d heard from him since he tried breaking me and Jameson up.

“That was… something.” Brady said quietly, his brows furrowed as he glanced between Jameson and Grayson.

“That was stupid.” Lyra corrected, glancing back at Grayson. “I didn’t get hurt.” Grayson knew that. But she could have. And, selfish as it is, Grayson couldn’t help but think that there would be nothing left for him in the case that she did die.

“But you easily could have.” He finally said, expelling a breath. Lyra mulled on that, pressing her lips into a thin line.

“This is all very heartfelt, and I’m so glad that this melancholy Romeo found his somewhat less melancholy Juliet, but I do feel the need to ask,” Rohan interjected, placing a finger on his lips as if in thought as he studied Lyra. “Is she still in the game?”

“Yes.” Grayson said immediately, his tone defensive. Rohan made a face at him.

“You, Grayson Hawthorne, are no longer a Gamemaster. You, are a contestant,” He said, his tone amused as he smirked at Grayson. “Therefore you have no say in this matter.” Grayson was about to rebuke whatever he said, mainly because Rohan was only trying to deny Lyra of her spot in the game, but also because he was eyeing Savannah in a way that Grayson didn’t appreciate, before Nash interrupted.

“Well, because of these two numbskulls,” Nash interjected, glaring at Jameson and Grayson, “She didn’t actually get to say her answer.” Nash turned his attention to Lyra, and gradually, so did everybody else. He gestured at her, and Lyra didn’t hesitate as she spoke.

“A tree.” She said, her eyes lit up with a courageous look so fierce it burned Grayson. Grayson had typically stayed away from risks, from the spark of danger his entire life. But for some reason, while all these traits do apply to Lyra, he just physically can’t find a way to stay away from her. From the spark in her eyes. From the determined set of her chin. From all of it. Avery’s gaze slid to Grayson’s, and, as if she could read his thoughts, she smiled.

“Congratulations, Lyra Catalina Kane,” Avery said, stepping forward to be face-to-face with her, “you will remain a contestant in the game.” A look of relief barely touched Lyra’s features, before they turned neutral. She nodded, before turning and straying back to the cliff. Graysons eyes lingered on her, before slowly sliding to back to Avery, who was currently speaking.

“This night will be a grace period, but by 8:00 in the morning, everyone should be meeting just outside the house.” Avery stated, her expression kind. All the contestants began to walk back to the house, with Grayson’s brothers trailing after them and casting those looks at the way Grayson was watching Lyra, and soon enough, it was just the two of them left near the cliff side.

“You definitely had a normal reaction today.” Lyra finally said, breaking the silence that threatened to swallow Grayson whole.

“I couldn’t have handled it better.” He said, matching her sarcasm as he strode up beside her. Lyra turned to him suddenly, the movements graceful, yet intense, in a way.

“What was going through your head?” She asked him suddenly. Grayson swallowed.

“I..” He trailed off, before clearing his throat and making his features as simple as possible. “I was worried about you.” And he was. He was terribly worried, that the one good thing in his life would suddenly vanish.

“And if something were to happen to me..” She trailed off. Grayson knew she expected him to finish her sentence for her, but when he didn’t, she just looked up at him exasperatedly.

“Tell me you wouldn’t freak out as much as you did today if I were to die. Tell me that it wouldn’t weigh down on you as much as I saw it did in your face.” She said, trying to make her voice as simple as possible. Grayson wanted to lie. To tell her, ‘yes, I would be fine in the case that any of that were to happen’. But he couldn’t. His heart squeezed at the thought of lying to her. A strand of her dark hair blew free from her wet ponytail, and Grayson had to physically fight down the desire to brush it behind her ear.

“I can’t.” He finally said, his voice more hoarse than he intended it to be. She pressed her lips together, her thick brows knitting together as she gazed up at him.

“Why not?” She said softy, giving him a half shrug.

“Why not?” Grayson repeated, his voice tinged with amusement and disbelief. He wanted to explain to her exactly why not, but he held himself back from the urge to.

“Because….” He trailed off again, searching for a response. Once he found one, he immediately spoke up again. “Because you deserve to find out exactly what happened to your father. Your dying wouldn’t exactly make the search easier.” Lyra closed her eyes momentarily, and Grayson knew exactly where her brain was going; to calla lily’s, to gunshots and blood, and to omega. To everything they had found out while in that room for 12 hours.

“So it’s just about my father? Nothing else?” She finally said, opening her eyes. Grayson couldn’t say no. He couldn’t will himself to lie to her. So, all he could manage was the slightest nod. Lyra nodded back, before speaking.

“Well, at least you’ll go to sleep tonight knowing you mastered the art of being a jackass.” Lyra stated, making Grayson snort.

“I learned a lot of things tonight.” He said, more softly now.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Lyra rebutted. Grayson paused for a moment. He thought about the bitter and angry person he had become when his mind lingered on the idea of Lyra getting hurt. And then he thought about how those terrible thoughts began to vanish the second she looked his way.

“Quod amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus.” Grayson said softly. Lyra rolled her eyes.

“I really hope that that’s not another one of you Hawthorne’s Latin lingo.” She said, her lips quirked. Graysons lips lifted by a hair himself, as his heart felt lighter than it had a mere 10 minutes ago.

“Sorry to disappoint you, then.” Grayson stated, raising a brow. Lyra’s smile grew, before she turned her head to the cliff side. Grayson wanted to fill the silence before Lyra noticed that he was watching her.

“When was the last time you’ve slept?” The question was so sudden that it made Lyra’s head turn in confusion. She studied him, as if seeing if he was joking, but after a moments hesitation, she only snorted.

“Uh, I don’t know, what day is it today?” She asked jokingly.

“Monday.” Lyra made a face.

“Oh… that’s bad.” She blew out a breath, causing that same strand of hair from before to fly upwards. Grayson turned his attention more to her, coming closer.

“When was the last time you’ve eaten?” He asked her, raising a brow. Lyra waved a hand, smacking Grayson’s chest in the process. He liked the closeness of her, and barely held himself back from stepping closer and never moving away again.

“I swallowed a good third of the ocean while almost drowning, so I think I’ll be good for the week.” Lyra joked.

“Lyra.” Graysons tone was serious. She met his gaze again, the humour from her face disappearing.

“We all had dinner last night, remember?” Lyra said, sounding sincere. Grayson’s brow raised deepened.

“Yes, I very much remember. You pushed around your food the entire time.” Grayson stated. He was worried. He didn’t exactly know why she wasn’t eating, but still, he knew whatever compelled her to avoid food, it wasn’t good. Lyra gave him a look.

“Look, I’m not eating because of… that.” She finished lamely. “Not like you should be watching me eat anyway. But, since you asked, sometimes I don’t eat because I get…. stressed. Whenever I’m stressed, I completely lose my appetite.”

“And you’ve been stressed because…?” Grayson trailed off, knowing the answer, but still wanting her to say it herself.

“My father.” She finished, her chest heaving. Grayson nodded, before turning to where he and Jameson had been brawling on the floor, picked up his suit jacket, and dug his hand in the pocket. His hand came out holding a protein bar. Grayson noticed that Lyra had been shivering the slightest bit, almost as if she was covering it up, and he draped his suit jacket across her shoulders just like how he did before. Lyra gave him a look, but didn’t object as she pulled it closer towards her. Now that she was looking at him, Grayson held out the protein bar to her.

“Eat this.” He told her, stepping closer to her again and holding it out for her. Lyra raised a brow at him.

“‘Eat this’? Wow, you’re really good at giving orders, asshole.” She deadpanned.

“Please.” Grayson managed. She held his eyes for a few seconds, before huffing out a breath and grabbing the bar.

“We should go back to the house now.” She said, squinting at the protein bar in her hand.

“Agreed.” Grayson said. They walked in silence, with Grayson watching Lyra, before she finally sighed and spoke.

“You’re going to keep watching me until I cave and eat this bar, aren’t you?” She asks him, giving him a dirty look.

“Yup.” Grayson replied simply, holding her gaze despite the look she was giving him. Lyra sighed again, before ripping open the bar and taking a bite.

“Mm. I just love the taste of sand and granola.” Lyra deadpanned once she swallowed her first bite. Grayson couldn’t help but let a smile loose.

“It adds texture.” He teased. Grayson’s eyes caught on something. Nash’s guitar. He must have forgotten it after the entire… situation Grayson was going through with his brother. He walked over to go pick it up, before walking back to Lyra. Her ponytail was becoming more and more loose, until the elastic completely fell out. Lyra huffed, grabbing her hair in realization that it fell out and gave him a look that said “of course”. Graysons lips lifted by a hair as he walked over to her, saw a little black elastic, slipped it onto his wrist, and kept walking. He’d give it back to her once it wasn’t covered in sand. Or… that’s what he told himself, anyway.

“Ugh, how is there sand in this? It had a wrapper.” Lyra complained, almost done eating the protein bar. Grayson turned to meet her eyes, taking her hand that held the bar and pointing with my other to a label on the bar that said “now has more dark chocolate!”

“I thought you’d like it,” He said, dropping Lyra’s hand and noticing how she immediately dropped her arms to her sides. “it has dark chocolate, after all.” Lyra gave him a look.

“I didn’t tell you I liked dark chocolate.” She said.

“No, but I heard you telling Xander about how you like chocolate, and then I figured you’d like dark the best.” Lyra turned her head, eyeing the doors of the mansion as Grayson held one open for her.

“Well, you figured right.” She finally said, walking in. She was about to walk the other way, towards the contestants rooms, before Grayson spoke up.

“Try and sleep tonight.” He said. Lyra turned and gave him a glare, to which Grayson dipped his head. “Please.”

She looked like she was going to say something sarcastic, but just slumped her shoulders and gazed at him with eyes a gorgeous amber shade instead.

“I can’t.” She finally said, her head bowed. Grayson stepped towards her, gently placing two fingers beneath her chin and tilting it upwards.

“Try.” He said softly. She just looked away, as she chewed on her lip. She looked like she was about to rebuke his one word statement, before Grayson spoke again.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping too,” he admitted, opening up for her so that she could do the same for him. Lyra looked up at him, and her mouth suddenly quirked into a smile that Grayson was beginning to recognize: a crooked smirk that said “I’m going to say something either really funny or really teasing”. Unfortunately for Grayson. she went for the latter.

“Whoever has darker eye bags tomorrow morning has to third wheel with Rohan and Savannah for a whole hour while being forced to listen to their…. colourful conversations.” She said, a cheeky grin on her face. Graysons cheeks immediately heat up as he shook his head at Lyra.

“I have 0 idea what Savannah could possibly see in him.” Grayson stated darkly, his face sour as he thought of the annoying British man who she associates herself with. Lyra just giggled into the palm of his hand, and Grayson, with cheeks that were beginning to tinge red and a very vibrant image of strangling Rohan in his head, did not think that the moment that they just shared was so awful, because the sound of her laugh could never be associated with anything even remotely negative. Grayson couldn’t help but smile himself, and gestured to her room down the hall.

“You might want to get a head start, because I don’t plan on being forced to stay even 10 feet near them.” Grayson deadpanned. Lyra snorted, and winked at him as she walked away.

“Believe me, I don’t need it.” She retorted. Grayson liked her quick tongue. He liked it a lot.

“Oh yeah?” He asked her with a raised brow as she walked away.

“Yeah.” She replied, tossing her hair over her shoulder and continuing to walk to her room, her steps graceful and filled with poise.

Grayson watched her go, momentarily forgetting about the guitar in his hands. Once he remembered, he strode to Nash’s room, knocking twice on the door. Once he heard Nash’s call for Grayson to come in, Grayson opened the door, walking in and placing his guitar propped up on his side table.

“You definitely were acting out today, Gray.” Nash drawled, crossing his arms as he got up from his spot on the bed, and giving him a look.

“That’s one way to put it.” Grayson eventually said, running a hand through his wet-yet-drying-now hair. Nash made a noise at the back of his throat, before sitting back down on the bed, strumming his guitar again.

“So what were you and Lyra up to?” Nash asked. His tone was innocent, but Grayson knew what he was implying. Grayson shrugged.

“Nothing. She lectured me about what happened, and then I walked her back to the house. That’s all.” Grayson said. Nash nodded, turning his gaze to his guitar again. Grayson took this as his cue to leave, and, just as he was about to walk through the door, Nash’s voice made him halt to a stop.

“Right. And where’s your suit jacket, huh, Gray?” Nash drawled. Grayson paused, turning to meet his gaze with a raised brow. Nash’s eyes were twinkling, and he stopped strumming his guitar as he got up, putting it down and strolling over to Grayson. “Lemme guess: she has it?” Grayson paused, as if thinking.

“No,” He lied, “I just must have forgotten it near the cliff side.” Nash gave him a look.

“I’m sure you did. So, if I get up early tomorrow morning and scour the cliff side, including the beach, you’re telling me I’m going to find it just sitting there on the ground?” Nash asked, stepping closer as he crossed his arms.

“Unless it’s blown into the water, then yes.” Grayson again lied. He hated lying to his brothers, but he knew that if he admitted to giving Lyra his jacket, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. “It’s just a coincidence.” Grayson held Nash’s gaze, until Nash raised a shoulder and walked back towards his bed.

“Oh, and Grayson?” He drawled, pausing to turn around once more and give him a look. Then, Nash stepped forward, took Graysons arm, and pushed his sleeve down, revealing a small black elastic. “That a coincidence too?” Grayson jerked his hand away, giving Nash’s teasing grin an ice cold and unbothered stare.

“She dropped it. I’m giving it back to her once it’s not covered in sand.” Grayson said with a raised brow, as he tried to be as calm as possible. Nash gave him another shrug, before walking to his bed and lying down on it, his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head.

“I’m sure you are, Gray. But don’t go lying to yourself that this little…” Nash paused, before continuing. “Preoccupation you have with Lyra is nothing.” Grayson paused. He could give a sharp answer and shut it down. But he couldn’t deny the way that the steady beat of his heart began to thump faster the second Nash spoke her name. He turned and walked out without a word, shutting the door and hearing a “you’re welcome” from Nash as he did. His… preoccupation with Lyra was none of his brother’s business.

It wasn’t anybody’s. Nobody’s except for his and Lyra’s, if she saw in him what Grayson sees in her. He didn’t know how any of this was supposed to work out. After all, he was a Hawthorne, and Hawthornes are known to be unforgivably cruel to those who aren’t family. Lyra’s father was a prime example of that. Yet still, he could see a silhouette of a future in which the past didn’t control them.

Where they could make their own choices.

Grayson told himself, when he finally winded down to go to sleep that night, that all he’d see is pitch black darkness before waking up.

But as soon as amber eyes and a voice meant to soothe even the worst of man kind itself began to flash through his unconscious mind, he knew that he was only lying to himself.

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if you sent me an ask MONTHS ago and you’re seeing this fic that i made without anybody requesting me to…. no you didn’t 😊😊

[swxrxgini]

Can you make something for Abhimanyu from soty 1. It can be like academic rivals to lovers or something along the lines !! I really loved your jab we met fic and I'll be requesting fics frequently 😽🫶🏼

|: Tata-Bata's middle lines.

Receiver....Author: "Hello? Yes, thank you for this request, I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! Siddhart Malhotra is just so much of husband and boyfriend material and this movie was just *mwah! So sorry it's so late and my writing is not nice!! Not much of a academic rivals, but more of a rivals"

Receiver....Synopsis: "Tata, the ones who got in through notes, and Bata, the ones who got in through memorizing notes. But you and Abhimanyu Singh, you both were some sort of middle ground with intelligence and notes both in your pockets. And one class later, you both became academic rivals and it's literally Shanaya's wish for you both to be academic rivals to lovers, but that's just romance stories..right?"

Receiver....warnings: "Tanya flirting with Rohan, Ashok Nanda himself, fear of heights, plane sickness, dean eye fucking coach Shah. Abrupt ending, weird writing and progression."

"Wrong." Abhimanyu said, answering out as you could feel his smirk digging in your back, as the teacher let him speak, "it's 182.3 not 182.4." he said loudly as the teacher nodded. As he sat down, "Lost your edge, didn't you?" he whispered as you had to bite your lip and hold the edge of the desk and your pen tightly to not punch him across his face at that moment.

Abhimanyu singh, him with his stupid high fucking grades, with his friends and his stupid handsome fucking face and his perfect little smile. You just had to resist the urge to grab his head and slam it into the desk..

Shanaya, who sat beside you, grinned, "he seems awfully invested in you." she whispered, grinning as you rolled your eyes and scoffed.

Continuing to solve your questions the teacher gave, answering as many as possible didn't seem to hold true to the class now, it felt dampened and rigid to others present.

As the class ended, Rohan was standing outside, flirting with Tanya but weirdly, today Shanaya's attention wasn't on him which kind of ticked him off, as he grabbed Shanaya's shoulders and forced her to look at him,

"and what are you looking at?"

"...I think Abhi is in love with the little class monarch" she said, nodding as she chewed her gum, blowing bubbles as Rohan's eyes fell on his best-friend across the campus.

Abhi leaning against his bike while his eyes was glaring into the back of your head while you were reading some book, like the bookworm you happened to be..

Rohan only grimaced at the sight, scoffing before he steered Shanaya away, who was invested to her last fibre.

"yeah..you continue this way. You'll end up joining them on suhagrat night as well"

With the way, everyone gathered as you left Dimpy to his weird homo-erotic relationship with Sudo, not wanting to see the two be oblivious as you skipped to the front lines, sitting in the "Tata" section since Shanaya saved you a seat, beside her and Abhimanyu.

While waiting, pamphlets being distributed by the workers to students, as you passed one to Abhimanyu your fingers brushing against his.

"Alright, read your pamphlets. We all know how hard you all work. So we're gotten more career choices you all can choose" Coach Sah said as Rohan smirked,

"It's like how Sahanaya changes her outfits in a single day. New career seminars every few months" he said as Geet grinned behind him. Shanay only scoffed, hitting him gently with the pamphlet.

You sighed, sitting in the line besides, reading out your pamphlet a bit, because there was yet another seminar on future career choices... Apparently, it wasn't too late to have a unusual career even in St. Teresa college...Apparently.

You groaned, how many times will they keep these seminars, you had no idea..Just why are they even happening when you're already in college?! Rohan kept making comments as Abhimanyu grinned, trying to comfort Shanaya patting her back..

Good thing you two didn't really spew insults and curses to each other outside of class, not without trying to make the other cry for sure. Rohan sighed, gently pushing Abhimanyu's hand from Shanaya's back,

"dude, my girlfriend!" he said smugly as Shanaya rolled her eyes, "you keep your eyes on your little class bee" he said, pointing to you as you froze with Abhimanyu as Geet snorted.

The way he talked, it's like he expects you two to be dating, idiot. "HIM? Ew!" you scoffed as Abhimanyu scoffed, "ew yourself" he said as you ignored him,

"Him?", "yeah..not happening..",

"I'd rather date your stupid dad, Rohan" You said as Rohan stared at you, "mhm...and i'm sure, it'll end up like a sexed-up abusive homosexuals" Abhimanyu said quietly, but you snorted.

You turned to Abhimanyu for a second to show your disgust and disinterest, but he only had a amused look on his face as he continued to read the pamphlet, which had suddenly become the most amusing thing.

You were ready to remove your shoe and hit him with it, but before you could Coach Shah quietened you all, as the "chief guest" came on the stage to talk about the seminar.. Rohan's smile faltered and crumbled like those stupid malkit crackers..

His father, Ashok Nanda, in the flesh, standing ahead, infront of the mic as Abhimanyu snorted gently but still gave a apologetic smile to him, as you sighed..god Abhi was infuriating with academics, but you couldn't deny he was a good friend as you moved your sight to Ashok Nanda.

You almost pursed your lips, realizing you did, infact, not want to date Rohan's stupid dad...

The idea changed that you might date Abhimanyu, even if it means settling for his infuriating ass for your life.

You sat annoyedly, listening to the seminar as you zoned out..you were sue ninety percent of the students were, but you were sure the Dean was too busy eye fucking Couch Shah to care.

You sighed, trying to get yourselves to relax, as Ashok Nanda spoke, "and with..many talented..students you all have within yourselves." he said, smiling,

"And even if you're distracted with your..love lives. I know you'll all do great" he said with his eyes grazing over Abhimanyu and..you? He had a grin which said as if he knew something you don't as Abhimanyu sighed,

"not this again..." he said, smiling with exasperation. "why are you smiling?" you asked, almost scoffing but his smile was...kinda pretty. "Nothing." he shrugged, gently taking your pamphlet from your hands, where you had been doodling with your pen on the laminated sheet. Watching them silently.

Sitting silently, you tiredly leaned back against the chair, everyone looked so damn zoned out and like zombies, but this was a good excuse of skipping class. Your shoulder brushing against Abhimanyu as he hummed silently, nodding diligently to everything Ashok Nanda said.

You almost felt endeared at how stupidly nerdy he got...Hate how he's inspired by Ashok Nanda, the prude, as you smirked, "...did ya actually sleep with Rohan's stupid father? Why'd he look at you like that?" you asked

"Oh, why'd ya ask? Jealous I'll get the money after I marry him?" he asked with a grin as you smirked, "Oooh~ As if, idiot." you smirked, gently pushing his head away as he chuckled softly.

Okay, maybe he was a little bareable..

Of-course with the trip they took you for Rohan's brother's wedding. You stood besides Shanaya at the airport, getting your ticket for Thailand, hoping you'd not die on the way there..

Grumbling, you stepped in, handing the ticket to the air-hostess for a few seconds, before taking it back as Shanaya leaned over with Shruti at your ticket, "Awwhhh, we're not sitting together! Ugh.." Shanaya grumbled as you sighed, going to find your seat as Shruti and Shanaya took the seat ahead together with..Tanya

"We'll catch with you later" Shruti said to comfort you as Tanya and Shanaya began bickering already as Shruti stopped the two, sitting in the middle as you grumbling went to find your seat.

This was like..a rare flight and you weren't keen on being in a metal tube in few several thousand feet in the air, before you could say anything, "Hello, Y/N!" Dean came behind you, patting your back as you almost vomited on impulse, but still kept a smile,

"God morning dean!" you said brightly, "....Do you eat sugar for breakfast..?." he asked as you kept quiet, your smile faltering just a bit with confusion, "you're just so sweet! Haha" he said, laughing as you laughed awkwardly,

"Where'd you get your shirt? Osh, kosh B'gosh??" he asked, laughing even more as you giggled awkwardly, "...you're sitting back there, dear. Move" he said forcefully, handing you his ticket and snatching yours.

You noticed your seat was beside Coach Shah and his wife, as you nodded..not feeling the urge to get suspended today as you scampered, exchanging tickets with the dean.

You scampered to where dean's seat was, only to find it besides Abhimanyu, so iconic. All seats taken, and all Abhimanyu had was two spared seats beside him.

"Oh god.." you grumbled, gently walking close and sitting beside him, giving a very pained smile to him as he smiled at you, confused but nicely,

"..are you giving birth?", "shut the fuck up." you hissed, you weren't..but it sure felt like you did with your tummy twisting. The flight moved down the runway, as you sucked in a breath, taking deep breaths. God this was horrid..But it stopped since another plane was also on the runway, ahead of you, which you weren't sure was better or worse..

A air hostess handed you a paper-cup with water, you smiled awkwardly taking it gently. You sat there, sipping it silently as your tummy squeezed in itself as your hand unconsciously squeezed the paper cup, as you took deep breaths in and out, begging to not let your stomach empty itself on this plane,

"..Uh...You seriously aren't giving birth? Or..are you squeezing something else out?" Abhimanyu asked, as you finished your glass of water, before throwing the tinys at him, as he snickered softly squeezing his eyes shut, "Okay..sorry, sorry. You okay?" he asked, gently.

"...Listen, I'm going to vomit in your face." you threatened as he nodded deeply with a puckered lip, but stifling his laugh, "..Scared of flying?" he asked, as you glared at him, but sighed, and that was enough of an answer.

"Good to know!" he grinned, putting back his earphones and leaning back with a sigh, closing his eyes

After the plane ahead took off, your plane waited few more seconds, almost a minute more before it began running and you swear you felt a heart attack coming as you took deep breaths, your heart pounding in your chest, as you held the arm rests so tightly, your knuckles were starting to turn white, your eyes shut tightly.

But too distracted to notice, Abhimanyu sighed, contemplating for a few seconds, before he gently moved his hand, shakingly over yours, gently peeling your left hand off the arm rest and holding yours against his, as you snapped your eyes open, glaring at him.

"He-hey..They say-say, it's good to hold hands..to comfort during-during flights" he stammered, as you grumbled, but before you could speak—

"Oh my fucking god.." The flight gained speed down the runway and you pressed yourself against the seats, almost shaking as all consciousness and understand went out the window as your hand tightened around Abhimanyu's as he held your shoulder back with his left hand, his right tightly in yours.

You almost stuttered out curses softly, as the plane took off, almost ready to empty your tummy out, but Abhimanyu held your shoulder bac, quickly handing you a vomit back and opening it for you as you grumbled, "Oh god...fuck"

This was so horrible, and you kinda liked Abhimanyu's hand in your..dammit!!

You sighed, getting off the plane, still holding his hand as you sighed, your tummy's content did get out..You were sure the pretty airhostess wasn't impressed being handed a bag of your vomit and Abhimanyu still hasn't stopped laughing,

"Come on..You're fine" he said, gently rubbing your tummy as you swatted his hand away, "Am I your wife? Don't touch me.." you grumbled, as the Thai ladies put a flower garland around your neck, handing you and Abhimanyu an iced drink,

"Why? Am I that bad?", "..Yeah, you slept with Ashok Nanda, didn't you?" you scoffed, sipping your drink and feeling just slightly better, as he stared at you, his mouth agape, "when",

"on the day of the seminar.. See how Ashok Nanda makes googly eyes at you? Listen..when you get married to him, yea..Buy me a lamborghini. I'm basically your mother, handling you in class" you said, grinning,

"..Mother? You're more like a wife." he scoffed as you fished out a ice cube from your drink and threw it at his head as he grumbled, "..I'll literally burn myself alive" you scoffed, walking ahead.

Of-course, you and Abhi didn't notice Rohan's glare on you two with Shanaya and Shruti smirking,

"...do those two dickheads not realize they're holding hands?" Rohan asked, "god..what the fuck am I doing?" he scoffed.

Of-course, almost three years later, it's not a surprise to Rohan to see a little wedding invite Rohan's chauffeur hand him, with yours and Abhi's names on it..Gross.

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[adeadcreator]

hihi! hope you’re doing well :)

can i request Rohan with a reader who is protective of Koichi? i’m watching through jjba for the first time and i’m on episode 24 of part 4 right, and ever since i started watching this part i’ve been joking to my friends that Koichi is my son. he’s so cutie patootie and the poor boy keeps getting put in situations. if i had a nickel for everytime my poor boy was attacked with a stand by a gorgeous man with a sexy voice i’d have two nickels, which isnt a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice 😭

so basically reader’s first impression of Rohan is, obviously, not great since Rohan basically kidnapped (?) Koichi and tried to take his memories with Heaven’s Door, and Rohan would probably know from Koichi’s perspective that reader is very protective of him (i imagine reader probably babysat Koichi when he was little and has had a soft spot for him ever since, so they’re always looking out for him, i also imagine reader getting a stand because atp everyone in Morioh has one 💀). so Rohan becomes interested in reader and wants to win them over but can’t because reader already has a negative view of him from the entire Koichi situation, and i feel like in this scenario Rohan wouldn’t use Heaven’s Door on reader since a) it would be rather obvious that he did so and b) tampering with reader’s memories might alter their relationship with Koichi and since it’s a major part of them Rohan doesn’t want to risk ruining it too much.

either headcannons or a oneshot is fine, i don’t mind either way! love your work, tysm <3

No seriously, they have to leave that poor boy alone ToT

Prt 1 -> Prt 2

“Don’t you have a job? You’re a grown man targeting a child. Leave him alone. Otherwise you’ll be seeing the depths of hell real soon.” Koichi glanced nervously at the two adults, (Y/n) on his right as Rohan was on his left. 

Rohan could have been offended, Hell he should’ve. Yet for some reason he couldn’t be bothered, his eyes narrowed by the way you gently grabbed the grey colored haired boy. Leading him away from the manga artist, hearing some insults you spat out “So that’s the famous (Y/n) Koichi always praises..”

From what he had read, you were a past babysitter of his; one that treated him like a brother. Yet his memories never truly expressed your beauty, even when you were berating him for his odd attachment to a child he just met, you were like a literal angel. He felt his heart swell as he huffed and puffed about not capturing your expression right then and there.

Days passed from your encounter with the manga artist, and with that Koichi gained a lecture from you. He was currently in your house as you both were binging some old movies, reaching into the bowl you found to be empty. “I’ll be right back, gotta grab some more popcorn, pause the movie real quick!”

Doing as you asked, the grey haired boy glanced at the large bandage that covered half of your collarbone, “What happened to your heart (Y/n)-san?” Despite attempting to hide your injury with a large bandage, it was still visible through your tank top “Huh? Oh nothing, just some kid fooling around with an arrow; shot me but I lived..” 

You hadn’t seen the horror that was plastered on the young boy's face “W-What type of arrow was it..?” he asked as you continued on your way to the kitchen “Oh, um I’m actually unsure. All I know is that I woke up after a few hours, why?” Your question went unanswered as the doorbell rang, catching both your attention before Koichi got up from his place and answered the door.

“M-Mr. Rohan, what are you doing here?” Koichi was shocked seeing the artist casually in front of him, especially since he did not give any information of (Y/n)’s whereabouts “Who is it Koichi?” You asked as you turned the corner, catching the eyes of both of them.

Your face turned sour as you neared them. “That’s it, I’m calling the police.” you said as you began closing your door, earning a sharp yell from the manga artist “NO! I mean, no…I’m not here to harm anyone. I’m actually here to apologize for my previous actions” his foot blocked the door as you huffed and opened it once again.

Your eyes still holding anger as he seemed to be distracted with them “Right. Well as much as we appreciate your words, we would like to go back to watching our movie.” he had to think of something, and as quickly as you seemed to be ready to shut the door on him, he stumbled with his words “Would you be interested in becoming a model?”

“No, I’m quite happy with my current job” Rohan pouted, perhaps he could use his stand briefly, just enough to erase your negative narrative of him. “Heaven’s Do-” his words were cut off as an angelic stand shielded the (H/c) haired user, a light golden mist filled the area as Koichi’s eyes widened by its presence. 

It was truly much like an angel of the heavens, even Rohan had never seen such beauty, so much so that he hadn’t realized he began to disappear “At least tell me your name..?” he pleaded as you glanced down your nose towards him “(Y/n) (L/n), now go.”

He found himself back on his porch, shocked at how your stand worked. He couldn’t properly understand it as he quickly went inside to capture its essence onto paper, No matter if your words were filled with disdain, he would continue on his quest to win you over; No matter how long.

[my-name-is-heartache-but-gay]

Promise braids

Warnings: legolas (yes he is a warning), use of Y/n, touching someone without consent, reader is half elf half human, also this is my first fic ever so sorry it'll be shite <3

Pairings: legolas X F!reader

Au where Gandalf goes to Rohan alone and tells the three besties to go someplace safe until he can meet them again.

I've always liked the idea that the braids in elves hair are promises made to them so that's what's happening in this.

You heard a knock coming from the door. Walking towards it you called out,

"who is it?"

"it's me Legolas, me and my companions need a place to sleep tonight," he replied.

"how many of you are there?" You asked whilst opening the door.

"Only three," answered a dwarf to legolas's left. You stepped aside and gestured for them to enter.

Once everyone had entered and the door was firmly locked, legolas took you aside. "We are being hunted, we need a safe place to stay. With someone we trust."

"who's chasing you?"

"Orc's but we will be gone before they arrive," he took your hand in his. "You need not worry about us, about me."

"but what about the town, if the orcs think you are here they will burn this place to the ground and me with it." You pointed out.

"well you would come with us, you shalln't go all the way with us to Isengard but-"

"To Isengard? Your going to Isengard? Why?," You cut him off.

"I can't tell you my love, all I can say is that we need your help."

"and you know I would do anything for you, and yet you still refuse to stay by my side for long."

"I promise you this is the last quest the last adventure before I am yours."

You sighed, "Would they like to eat?" You gestured a thumb towards the ranger, and the dwarf who were now talking of hobbits and wizards you didn't know.

"yes, we haven't eaten in a week." Legolas looked ashamed.

"this must be an important quest my love." You kissed his cheek before walking of to your pantry and gathering foods enough for three meals.

When you returned your guests were sitting at the table patiently waiting. Gently you placed hams, cheeses and fruits in front of them, before fetching plates, cutlery and 2 glasses filled with wine.

"If anything is not to your tastes please tell me." You said before fetching a pint of ale for the dwarf. Who beamed upon your generosity.

Once your guests were eating they told you tales of orcs and hobbits, until all the food had gone and you showed them to rooms.

"master dwarf you can sleep here tonight, the lavatory is the door across from yours in the hall and through that door," you pointed to a door inside the room, "is master rangers room."

"please call me Gimli," requested the dwarf shaking your hand.

"of course, sleep well Gimli." You said before closing the door.

"master ranger this is-"

"Aragorn," he said before slipping inside the room and closing the door.

"well that's that then," you said before taking legolas's hand and entering your own bedroom.

"Are you sure it is wise for us to share? I do not wish the others to find out about us," he asked as you took of your dress and tucked yourself under the duvet.

"well then by all means sleep on the floor, but I do not have anymore rooms," upon hearing that he undressed and slipped under the covers to join you.

When dawn came you awoke to legolas sleeping peacefully beside you. And not very hushed whispers coming from down the hall.

"It is not impolite to awaken first Gimli."

"Aye but it is rude to wander someone else's home whilst they sleep," you decided to go and see what all the fuss was about. Sitting up you swung your legs over the side of the bed and felt a soft hand glide down your side.

"Where do you think your going?" Murmered a sleepy legolas. As he trailed kisses up your back.

"to go and help my guests." You slipped out of bed and pulled on the same dress as yesterday. "Should I expect you to get up?" You asked kissing his forehead.

"yeah, give me a moment," he pulled the duvet off of him, and you left him to dress.

Walking into your front room you saw Aragorn and Gimli sitting across from eachother.

"would you two care for breakfast?" You asked already making your way to the kitchen.

"yes please," Gimli emphasized the please and Aragorn rolled his eyes.

You pulled out four bowls and filled them with porridge and honey topped with toasted acorns. Putting them down infront of the two you then sat on the right of Gimli. And you all began to eat.

"You know legolas never told us your name," commented Aragorn matter of factly.

"My name is Y/n," you told them and Gimli smiled.

"a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he grinned at you.

"The dwarf is right it truly suits you," added Aragorn. You were about to reply when Legolas entered the room, now Fully clothed.

Silently he took his seat next to Aragorn and started eating.

"I'm going into the market today," you announced. "You are welcome to come with me or stay here."

"we need to go into the town's library, if you'll take is to it?" Aragorn said.

"of course, but may I ask why?" you asked.

"to meet a friend of ours." Answered Aragorn simply.

"will you be leaving after that? Or will I have the pleasure of your company for longer."

"we don't know, although I suspect we shall take our leave," you nodded before taking all the empty bowls and bringing them into the kitchen and beginning to wash them along with the plates from last night.

You were just finishing cleaning the last plate when you dropped it and it shattered against the hard floor.

"oh, bastard," you swore as a shard tore into your ankle just bow the hem if your skirt.

Holding onto the wall for support you got off the stool you had been sitting on , picking up the shards of porcelain you binned them and placed your foot upon the stool.

Carefully sweeping your hair out of your eyes you assessed the wound.

Biting your lip you yanked on the small peice of porcelain and it sliced across your skin enlarging the cut to almost triple the size.

You cried out at the sharp needles of pain traveling through your nerves.

Suddenly legolas, Aragorn and Gimli were in the room.

"sorry I saw a bee," you lied quickly dropping your skirt so it hid the blood pouring out of the gash.

Legolas grabbed your ankle and tugged the skirt up to your knee watching as the blood dribbled down your foot and dripped onto the floor "quite a nasty bee," he said making eye contact.

"I cut myself on a bit of broken plate," you couldn't lie with him looking at you like a puppy denied attention.

"you will be the death of me Y/n, wheres your first aid kit?" He shook his head resigningly.

"top shelf on the left." Aragorn Hurriedly lifted it down and handed it to legolas.

"well we'll just be through here then," said Gimli then he and Aragorn left.

"you must be more careful my love," legolas scolded, "had you been sitting on the floor it could have been your eye," legolas gestures to a shard of plate left stuck in the wall next to where your shoulder had been.

"you say it like I dropped the thing on purpose," you rolled your eyes.

"No I am merely concerned," legolas wrapped a bandage around the wound after putting a weird ointment on it. "Make sure you change this regularly or the wound may get infected."

"why would I do that when I have you to do it for me," you scrunched your nose in amusement. But he didn't seem to find it funny. As you turned back to the shelf and lifted the kit back up to it you felt strong hands on your waist slowly trailing up and down your sides. Then you felt his hot breath on your neck.

"you should really listen to me you know," he kissed your neck. "Because one day I'll stop repeatedly telling you, and you will have no idea what to do with yourself."

"well I manage just fine when your not here, which is pretty much always."

You could feel your blood boiling, he was never here but when he was he always had something to scold you about.

"I'm here now," he kissed the spot just under your ear before taking your earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it gently.

Your blood was filled with a new kind of fire as legolas left your ear to suck a mark into your neck.

"Legolas," you gasped, your voice barely audible. But he heard and spun you round in his arms.

"yes my love?" He whispered.

"not here," you were surprised you could talk, as your thoughts were lost in his eyes which were blown dark with lust, his pupils almost ingulfing his entire iris.

Legolas left a quick kiss on your lips before he left rejoining the others.

Breathing heavily you took a few moments to gather your thoughts back together before following him.

"So this is the market?" Said Gimli.

"yup this is it," you gestured to the many stalls and shops laid out in front of you. "I just need to buy a few things before we go to the library."

"well then what are we waiting for," said Aragorn. As he tried to enter the mass of people.

"Wait do you all have money?" You stopped him.

"no why?" He answered.

"take this," you handed all three a small bag of money, "I wouldn't want you to be mistaken for theaves. Plus the more money you have on you the more you will be respected, so try not to spend it all."

"I shall not spend a single penny," said Gimli before he disappeared into the crowd, swiftly followed by Aragorn.

"Well in we go," you muttered before moving towards a small stall selling rings. Pretending you didn't know legolas was still by your side you examined one of the many rings. It was a band of muted gold woven round ruby's of the finest origin.

"If this is a hint directed at me, consider it ignored," legolas sighed.

"I was only looking," you tutted but placed the ring back down and moved to the next stall, filled with fabrics and ribbons.

Picking up a roll of white cloth you rubbed the corner between your thumb and forefinger.

"How much?" You asked the kind old woman behind the stall.

"Eight casters deary," smiled the woman sweetly. Silently you handed over the money and placed the fabric in your bag.

Legolas stared you down in this time.

"what did you need that for?" Legolas asked.

"well it's my job, that you would know nothing about because your never here," legolas was about to protest but you shushed him. "I'm a seamstress, I make various garments and such."

You started walking away again when you heard a kerfuffle to your right, turning towards it you saw Gimli running towards you at top speed, pushing people out of the way as he went.

"your right I shouldn't have spent it all," Gimli puffed. Behind him you could see 5 guards running alot faster towards him.

"stand back I'll handle it," you said and pushed him behind you.

The gaurds stopped infront of you.

"is there a problem?" You inquired.

"We suspect that dwarf of theiving," boomed one of the gaurds.

"well did he steal anything?" You quirked an eyebrow.

"No, but he has no money, what would someone without any money be doing in a market if he wasn't theiving," pronounced the gaurd proudly.

"well maybe he has just spent all his money in said market."

"Ah but then he would have something to show for it wouldn't he," said the gaurd before saying in a more menacing tone "are we gonna have a problem pretty lady?" then he leered over you trailing his right hand down your cheek slowly bringing it lower until it rested on your breast, a wicked grin on his face.

You felt legolas move his hand to his sword and Gimli shift into a fighting stance.

"no sir," slowly you turned to Gimli.

"What did you buy with the money?" You asked kindly.

Looking ashamed Gimli looked down.

"I bought myself some more ale," he mumbled.

"see, if you so desire we shall find where he bought the ale, but I wouldn't want to waste your time sir," you tilted your head and stuck your bottom lip out just enough that you wouldn't notice the difference but your lips would look slightly bigger.

"no that shalln't be necessary," he said before leaving, the other gaurds following close behind.

"That was close," you sighed before turning back around.

"Why did you let him touch you," legolas grimaced and Gimli nodded.

"Well if I didn't it would have made things worse."

"I thought we made a deal," Said legolas in elvish as he stepped closer. Your breathe caught in your throat as legolas trailed his finger along the braid neatly woven into your hair.

"legolas," you warned and he stepped back again.

"Legolas," called a voice from the crowd and milliseconds later Aragorn appeared. "Gandalf has arrived."

The two others quickly followed as Aragorn hurried up the library steps and into the vast halls filled with books. With you trailing behind them almost tripping over your long ankle length dress.

When you finally stopped it was to find yourself before a tall old man with long white hair and a beard to match. You ducked behind a bookshelf and listened.

"Gandalf what happened?" Asked Aragorn.

"Saroman had corrupted the king's mind, but worry not all is well," Gandalf smiled. Although you could feel a but coming. "But you three must go and fight at helm's deep."

"where?" Gimli asked.

"it is a fortress north west from here. I assume the people of Rohan have fled there?" Aragorn explained.

"yes and they need some help."

Legolas's hand went to the braid woven on his right. His fingers felt the length of it before he took his hand back down.

"I can't go," he said briskly.

They all looked at him shocked.

"But you have to!" Exclaimed Gandalf.

"You said the fortress was Northwest, well Rohan is southeast, meaning the enemy must pass through here."

"yes well it is but a small town a small sacrifice compared to how many would die if you did not come. You cannot save these people legolas."

"I don't care about the people, but her, no. I shall not leave her, nor will I bring her to die."

"legolas, saroman cares not for these shack's. We need you at helm's deep."

"did I stutter? I won't leave her here."

"Legolas, you would let innocent people die for the sake of one girl?"

"she is not a girl she is my best friend and besides I shall not be missed I am but one archer."

"I thought I was your best friend," muttered Gimli.

"we need all the help we can get," Gandalf boomed, several people turned to look and the librarian did not look amused.

"we cannot talk here, where are you staying?"

The three exchanged looks. Feeling they had noticed your absence you quickly fled, hoping they didn't see you leave.

Rushing down the library steps and into the now deserted side streets, market day could wait.

You dashed down alleyway after alleyway until you found yourself at the stables on the edge of town.

You allowed yourself a moment to catch your breath before you walked past the stables and down to the moorlands.

Looking around you found yourself alone.

Subconsciously your hand shot up to the braids in your hair fiddling with them.

You thought of what legolas had said. He wasn't leaving you. Not this time.

Walking around the last outskirts of town you saw your own house sitting with its neighbours next to the main road.

Slipping inside through the backdoor you were greeted with the sounds of frantic arguing.

You gulped, they had beat you back.

"where is she?"

"she's probably still at the market."

"I swear she was just behind us."

"arguing won't find her."

"Y/ns smart she'll know we're here."

"but how will we know where she is."

"maybe she's still at the market."

"we searched the market 3 times she's not there."

Stepping into your main room you spoke up making sure you were heard. "wow three whole times and yet you still failed to look else where,"

"Y/n!" Legolas jumped up and rushed to you stopping just short he squeezed your shoulder in his left hand. "Thank god your safe, we were worried."

Suddenly Gimli poked your side hard.

"Ow," you exclaimed.

"that's for makin us worried, and this," Gimli hugged you tight. "Is fer coming back,"

"it is good to see you too, I'm afraid I walked the long way back so-"

"The long way," scoffed Aragorn, "you took 2 hours," Then he stood and walked over to you and patting your back. "You scared us, don't do it again."

"I'll try not to," you smiled. Before the same man as before cleared his throat. "who's this?" You asked.

"I am Gandalf."

"I assume you are the person they went to meet?"

"yes I am and the four of us must leave within the hour," legolas swiveled around his grip on your shoulder tightening.

"Gandalf!" He warned.

"you two should pack your things," Gandalf ignored legolas. Gimli nodded, then he and Aragorn left.

"Gandalf I have told you once I will not go with you," legolas let go of your shoulder and took a step towards Gandalf.

"and I told you hundreds will die if you stay."

"may they rest in peace," legolas spat.

"legolas," you gasped. Horrified at his words. Both of them turned to you. "If people will die you must go."

"if I go you will die," legolas tried to reason.

"that is no excuse I am but one person if hundreds will die you must go!" You were astonished that he could even consider this matter.

"no I won't leave you, not again," he said sternly.

"legolas!" You exclaimed.

"No Y/n," legolas raised his voise and you stopped arguing. "I love you to much, if I leave and you die I will never Ever forgive myself, especially if I could have done something about it," legolas tucked one of your braids behind your ear.

"then let me go with you," you nagged.

"I shall never leed you to your death like that."

"I'm not asking I'm telling, take me or leave me just pick one, but you must go," you said exasperatedly.

"I thought you wanted me to stay?"

"I do my love but not-" slowly he bent down and captured your lips in his own. Softly curving his mouth across yours. You melted into him, before recoiling in disgust.

When he saw your expression he frowned.

"don't ever try to manipulate me like that again." With that you turned on your heal and marched into your bedroom fuming.

"wait Y/n!" He called after you.

"I don't want to hear it!" You mumbled through the tears coursing down your cheeks .

Half an hour had past and you still lay in your bed trying to delude yourself with possible reasons to why legolas would do that.

When the justling of things had ceased you were met with the quiet discussion of how to say goodbye to you.

Just then your door creeked open and legolas stood in its frame. He took a step into the room and shut the door.

"what do you want?" You asked a fresh tear sliding down your face.

"to apologise, I didn't think and-" he stopped something had cought his eye. He took a step back and slid down against the wall.

"What?" You didn't bother turning your head to look at him properly.

"your braid," you could hear his voice shake with unshared emotions and his eyes fill with unshed tears.

Bringing your hand up to your hair you felt through the crinkles on the left side of your head.

"you broke your promise, I undid the braid. I don't see a problem."

"I didn't mean-"

"but we can make new promises, you can try again." You sat up the hair tie still in your hand. Carefully you sat down in-between his legs facing away from him.

Silently you passed him the hair tie.

"what do you want me to promise to you?"

"your honesty," you murmured. So quietly that had it not been for legolas's elvish sences he would have missed it.

Once he had heard the tears he had been holding back slid from his eyes and he leant his forehead against your shoulder.

You leant back against him so his back was firmly against the wall. Your own tears mixing with his.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, your everything to me. I just didn't want to lose you too," he sobbed into your neck.

"I don't need an explanation," you turned your head and kissed his temple.

"I love you," he said through his tears.

"I love you too."

Part two

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JJBA General Masterlist + Rules

Welcome~! Here you'll find a (hopefully up-to-date) Collection of our masterlist and rules page. Thought it was high time to finally give this page a bit of a revamp - if you have any questions feel free to ask and I'll be happy to answer!

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Please specify if you'd like a hc, drabble or fic - if there's no specification I'll just pick a format at random, usually hcs! Also my default for requests is gender neutral unless a gender is specified.

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Masterlist: (All Posts can usually be found under the "Request" tag.)

Multiple Characters from multiple parts

Joseph, Josuke + Giorno body-swapping with S/O

Jotaro, Buccellati and Abbacchio asking out their crush

Josuke, Joseph + Caesar with crush trying to confess despite the language barrier

Drunk Jotaro, Kakyoin + Rohan with S/0

Jonathan, Speedwagon, Joseph + Caesar with horror-junkie S/O

Jonathan, Josuke + Jotaro seeing their S/O's scars from being clumsy/a rough past (tw: abuse)

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu with S/O's swarm stand

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu with swarm stand P2

All Jojo's + DIO getting a butt slap from their S/O

Kakyoin, Polnareff + Josuke playing just dance with S/O

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu being serenaded by S/O

Joseph, Speedwagon + Polnareff with S/O who often hums

Rohan, Josuke + Jotaro surprise blowjob from S/O 💟

Jonathan, Joseph + Jotaro with S/O nervous/shy about relationships

Josuke + Jotaro making out with S/O hcs

P2 Joseph, 3taro + Josuke being asked out by confident crush

Jotaro, Kakyoin + Josuke with Aries S/O

Okuyasu, Josuke, Gyro + Josuke foodplay hcs 💟

Josuke, Jotaro + Koichi with a crush who can use Hamon

Josuke + Giorno getting 'boof'd by their crush

Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke + Rohan with an S/O whose stand can fuse with other stands

NSFW Lisa Lisa, Mariah + Rohan hcs 💟

All Jojo's being asked to be S/O's fake fiancé for free cake samples

NSFW Jotaro + Abbacchio hcs 💟

Gyro + Pucci with a passive S/O

Kakyoin, Josuke + Okuyasu celebrating S/O's great test results

Gyro + Weather Report's S/O asking to do their makeup

Jotaro, Rohan + Johnny fluffy relationship hcs

NSFW Jotaro, Rohan + PB! Dio with a dom! Male S/O who acts sweet 💟

Playing the pocky game with the Jojos

Gyro, Johnny, Mista + Giorno with an S/O who's afraid of getting shots

Kars, DIO + Diego caring for a sick S/O

Jotaro, Kakyoin + Caesar going to an amusement park with S/O

Snippets and small things

Jotaro taking kid Jolyne to the park fluff snippet

A day in with wife! S/O, Jotaro + kid Jolyne snippet

Ship meme with multiple characters

Part 1: Phantom Blood

Part 2: Battle Tendency

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Part 4: Diamond Is Unbreakable

Part 5: Golden Wind

Part 6: Stone Ocean

Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Part 8: Jojolion

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The Crossroads (Main Masterlist)

The Inheritance Games.

Grayson D. Hawthorne. popular- missed calls. "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home." Rohan. "Unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days." Ships. "I was lost within the darkness, but then I found you." The Marauders. Regulus A. Black. popular- it's in the eyes. "idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword."

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Closed starter for @warhornofgondor. Muses: Boromir & Théodred.

The Prince of the Riddermark arrived in Minas Tirith safely, without much of note - other than him and his entourage having had to dispatch a few wandering groups of orcs across their lands. The riders had been welcomed graciously by the men and women of Gondor, recognized by the horses running across the fields of their banners.

Théodred had been in the White City before with his father, whom had shown him places he remembered from childhood. However, the Prince's return had come at the request of the guard of Minas Tirith, and he was to meet with Captain General Boromir. The threat of Mordor had only ever grown, with the filth spewing forth over the mountains into the realm of men. Neither Gondor nor Rohan could hope to survive alone, for there was much knowledge to be shared between them.

The company of Eorlingas rode past the large, intricate gates in the solid black wall of Minas Tirith. When Théodred recognized Boromir in the square, he smiled warmly and dismounted from his horse, then swiftly approached him. "Ah, if it is not the Captain of the White Tower!" he cried, extending his hand in greeting. "How do you and the cities of your realm fare?" the horse-lord asked, pulling his sweaty helmet from his head. He expected the answer, but even so he had asked courteously.

[lilaccatholic]

hey lilac! could you pray for me? i’ve been struggling a lot with insecurity recently and it’s been really hard trying to figure out how to handle it. it’s been really hard especially since i’m in a relationship after being single for a long time so it’s a big adjustment for me

I'm sorry it took me so long to hit post on this ask, but rest assured, I've prayed for you, anon!!! I hope everyone who sees this will say a Hail Mary for you!!!!

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For the requested Rohan asks: linguistics brain is braining. Thinking about their use of the Cirth runes in a culture that’s mostly based in oral tradition. What would the runic script be used for? Post-ring war, with their new alliance with Gondor (that one meme about Faramir teaching Éowyn to read), would that script become obsolete as their records and documents of governance would probably be written out in Weston? Thoughts abound.

yayyyy ok so!! i can talk abt this!!

first id say certhas to speak abt the conceptual Rohirric runes rather than specifically Dwarven Cirth— think old English Futhorc compared to the Younger Futhark. both developed from the same earlier set of runes, but built for different languages.

but. what would the Rohirric certhas be used for in a mostly oral society? well.. anything of import to people, if you want the bullshit "it's a writing system" answer. we have runic graffiti, we've found preserved records from port towns/other major trade cities, we've got inscriptions on blades and spearheads that we assume were ritually/magically significant based on stanzas of the Hávamál— not just memorial runestones. the idea that just because a culture was mostly oral, they didn't keep any records is.. especially inaccurate here? a better question is who knows how to write? (artisans and the upper-class)

runic graffiti, more often than not, was left by vikings; it's reasonable to assume, therefore, that Rohirric certhas graffiti would be left by Riders. that's not to say every Rider had the same education, rather that they would more often than not be upper-class to begin with (particularly those in direct service of the king). but on the flip side, they aren't all royalty— which means they aren't going to have the background in Westron that the royal family would have. so, you've got a large group of young men from upper-class families who would have a better education than your average farmer but not as good an education as royalty, riding all over the place fighting orcs and being, y'know, young men. most of your non-memorial engravings are gonna be shit like "Théodred wuz here" "I saw the hottest girl across the Mering Stream and fell off my horse" so on and so forth

runic records aren't going to survive particularly long because 1) Rohirric culture isn't going to have a huge demand for archivists, and 2) the surviving old Norse records we have were preserved through environmental happenstance vs human care. however, records are important! particularly in areas with a lot of trade, or places which need consistent and accurate inventories. Meduseld's records are, more likely than not, still runic even though we know the royal family spoke Westron primarily since Thengel (there's definitely bleedover, particularly by the time of Éomer's reign, but there's not going to be the same demand for the servants to look proper by Gondorian standards that there was on the royal family and if the entire area isn't getting a formal education in speaking/reading/writing Westron then there's just no way Meduseld's inventories are kept in fluent Westron).

Aldburg and Hornburg, which were under Éomer and Théodred's care respectively and were not the capital city/royal home, likely had little Westron present. there's no debate to me that any inventories/records in these locales were entirely in certhas (and I'd argue it was very unlikely Théodred and Éomer were speaking Westron with their men— the point is to foster bonds, not alienate your entire éored by othering yourself and placing yourself above every man there.)

the other location where I'd expect to find a lot of runic records would be any settlements on the border with Anórien; the idea that just because your King and Steward are having a pissing contest/magic-induced breakdown you're going to stop trading with your neighbors is, frankly, ridiculous. this is the only border I can think of where the Rohirrim would maintain consistent trade, too. messy relations with the Dunlendings and Isengard being what it is, I don't expect you'd find much record-keeping in that area, and any trade along the Anduin is minimal knowing what we know about Mirkwood and the Carrock (I like the idea of Rohan once having trade relations with the Beorning, but by the time of the War of the Ring that had definitely fallen apart simply because the Beorning isolated themselves; it probably restarts in the fourth age, which means you'd see an uptick in record-keeping in any settlements in the Wold along the river)

then, last but certainly not least, mysticism and memorialization! part of the reason I'd distinguish between Dwarven Cirth and Rohirric certhas isn't just because Tolkien left that space (stated certhas is the world for a runic alphabet vs Cirth being that specific set of runes)— we know runes could be used for spellcraft, and this gets into runes being used as ideographic symbols. Klaus Düwel states:

In addition to its sound value, each rune also represents a Begriffswert (semantic value) which is identical to the name of the individual rune, for example f = Germanic *fehu (cattle, property), u = *ūruz (aurochs, the now extinct wild ox), o = *ōþalan/*ōþilan (inherited property). Clear evidence of the epigraphic use of Begriffsrunen (ideographic runes, where the rune-name rather than the rune’s sound value is to be read) is present in the line “Haduwolf gave j,” the last rune meaning “a (good) year” (Stentoften stone, southern Sweden, seventh century).

furthermore, an inscription on the Gummarp Runestone (500–700 AD) can be interpreted as "Haþuwulfar placed three staves fff," the three F-runes, Fehu, meaning wealth/property (cattle, or a herd, being a form of wealth at the time). I'm not gonna take a hard stance on whether or not Dwarves had ideographic runes, but I'm inclined to say no considering Tolkien never mentions ideographic meanings for any version of Cirth (initially, as used by the Eldar, or after it was adopted by the Dwarves for Khuzdul). my takes on Rohirric certhas are based off what we know of old Norse culture + those overlaps

so. ideographic runes and magic! we have this section of the Sidgrdrifumal: "Victory runes you must know if you will have victory, and carve them on the sword's hilt, some on the grasp and some on the inlay, and name Tyr twice." — Riders specifically would likely place a lot of significance on this sort of battle-magic. Éomer canonically has a prayer for protection tooled into the back lames of his helmet (in sloppy old English, but old English is my fucking worstie so I'm not about to sit here and say I could do better— I do wish they'd transcribed it into futhorc at least), so that's a neat little tidbit. you're gonna find a ton of runic inscriptions on weapons, possibly some on armor but this would more likely be for ritual use prior to a battle than the actual armor you'd wear into a fight— but more significantly, horse tack. I'd be extremely surprised if a culture that placed such immense importance on horses didn't start etching charms into horseshoes for speed or into barding to protect their horse in battle

(and hey, the first nailed horseshoe we've found was from Gaul, well before the viking era, so the Rohirrim almost certainly had metal horseshoes— there's another fun tidbit for this post)

with memorialization, you get into some interesting grey areas with regards to the royal family— who by Théoden's time are solidly Gondorianized. however, we have runestones depicting Christian iconography alongside heathen symbols, and burial rites are immensely personal. I think, if there are any Gondorian influences on burial rites in the royal family, they are minimal. aesthetic at best. that is to say, I'd be very surprised if Éomer didn't commission runestones for Théoden and Théodred after the war. runestones were expensive, artisan items— your average Rohir isn't gonna have the funds to sponsor a runestone. if you do run into a runestone, it's either gonna be a memorial to someone from a wealthy family, or a memorial funded by a group (members of an éored honoring a fallen brother in arms, for example)

also this is just me being a petty little bitch but posts like that abt Éowyn (and I've even seen one about Éomer!!!) are just like. what are we talking about. these are members of the ROYAL FAMILY OF ROHAN. they were adopted by Théoden King. they knew Westron!!!!! hello?? "After his return Westron, the speech of Gondor, was used in his house" and that's not even mentioning that Éomer at LEAST spoke Sindarin too, if not Éowyn as well!!!!! "After Thengel the kings of Rohan and their descendants also spoke Sindarin, the language of nobles in Gondor." (both quotes from Of Dwarves and Men)

these are educated fucking people and this is NOT directed at you its just very annoying to me seeing other people make joke posts implying Éomer and Éowyn were uneducated. which they were not. and even if they DIDN'T read/write Westron, be so fucking for real here. why would they need to. why is the standard they're being held to Gondorian? relations with Gondor were in disarray and Théoden was withering away to nothing while Gríma and Saruman made their play for power. is Westron really the fucking concern here? it's not. and in no way would that reflect poorly on Éomer and/or Éowyn.

I think, Éomer having the background he did (having more direct involvement with his éored + constantly being in the field or in Aldburg, growing with the idea Théodred would inherit the throne + not him), Rohirric certhas isn't going to suffer that much. we've also got a king on the throne of Gondor who spent time serving Thengel and a Steward who is canonically a fucking nerd and who married a member of the Rohirric royal line, so there's that aspect of it too— Aragorn has a level of respect for Rohirric culture already, and Faramir better fucking develop one fast if he doesn't want his spouse to kick his ass ("ooohhh its TRAGIC we're becoming like the Rohirrim" book!Faramir we are going to have words about this later. asshole.)

all that to say I don't think much would change in the grand scheme of things? at least not during Éomer's reign; following that, who knows, but I do think it's safe to say any further disappearance of certhas would follow Elfwine (tragically Lothíriel suffers from a severe case of "flat Tolkien women" BUT if we count LOTR Online as sufficient canon material, we know she 1) cares about the common folk and 2) has a bit of a rebellious streak, so I think she'd actually pick up a bit of certhas itself— and certainly Rohanese).

when/if it does fade, it would probably get relegated to pure mysticism where runic charms/bindrunes are kept alive by the common folk and are treated as just a cool vibe by anyone "educated" (Gondorian.) — Rohirric certhas becoming obsolete definitely starts in Meduseld and spreads from there, though, but again Éomer probably slows it significantly just by nature of having more consistent + direct involvement with communities outside of Meduseld prior to being crowned. it's also of note that those settlements on the border between the Eastfold and Anórien have likely had mingled language since WELL before Thengel came back from Gondor and went "it's Westron time now" in the Golden Hall. trade necessities/friendly neighbor relations and all that.

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Chapter One Posted!

“There are reports that the Haradrim are marshalling under Sauron’s banner,” Thorongil warned solemnly, “that the great lidless eye is emblazoned upon the corsair’s sails.” Silence met his words. Heavy, oppressive, gut churning silence. One way or another they’d all suffered by Mordor’s hand, and whether they were fighting orcs or corsairs, it changed nothing. “We’re with you Captain,” Rhysnuar said. “Come hell or high water.” * As a shieldmaiden of Rohan, Rhysnuar is no stranger to danger and battle, and was quick to answer Steward Ecthelion’s request for soldiers. With the Corsairs of Umbar threatening Gondor’s coast, she doesn’t hesitation to join Thorongil’s assault against them. But how will she fare, when this raid risks far more than any battle she’s experienced before? Updates Monthly.

And FINALLY I've posted the beginning to Hell or High Water!! A quick disclaimer, I’m not aware of an official account of the Surprise Attack on Umbar, so this story is entirely running on the factors I do know of. Aragorn posing as Thorongil, and as a favourite of Steward Ecthelion, he’s given leave to deal with the corsairs of Umbar, despite being highly outnumbered. The other factors are minor spoilers, so it’s up to you if you want to read the wiki!

This one is also going to get explicit, and for that I'm nervous 😅

But I hope that you guys can join me for the ride!

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

I'm back to talk a bit more about Teddy! (I love that you call him that, lol. Also, thank you for answering my questions!) Since I haven't read UT yet, and there's isn't much about Theodred's character in LOTR books, would you happen to know (or maybe even share some of your own headcanons) what kind of person he was? Passionate and somewhat hotheaded like Eomer? A bit more levelheaded? Really tall, or a bit on a shorter side? I know he was a strong and skilled warrior, but apart from that, I know almost nothing and I'd very much like to 😀 Thank you so much!

UT is definitely the best source for everything we know about Théodred as a person, so let’s start there and work our way forward!

What’s straight-up stated in UT: Théodred was a “vigorous” man, “devoted to the king” and “high in his affections.” He “remained steadfast” in his loyalties to Théoden and Éomer despite Gríma’s best efforts to turn them against each other.

What we can infer from UT: He was an excellent leader – his men are “well trained” and execute maneuvers in “good order.” He was INCREDIBLY brave – even after realizing that Saruman’s forces at the Fords were coming for him personally, he stood his motherfucking ground and went down fighting. He was beloved – Grimbold and Elfhelm nearly died rather than allow Saruman’s forces to carry his body away. He was strong – he took a fatal wound (likely from an axe) but hung on long enough to give last words to his men at the end of the battle. And he had an amazing sense of duty and love for his family – those last words were a request to be left at the Fords long enough to see his cherished cousin Éomer arrive and take up the defense of Rohan in his place.

What I believe to be true of him (i.e., my HC):

–Growing up in a house without other kids and with a busy father, he spent a lot of his early years alone or with his Aunt Théodwyn. He gravitated to solitary activities as a result. He liked reading, for example (Rohan’s royal family was literate!), and he got a love of plants from his aunt. He thought using the sun, some water and his own hands to bring beautiful flowers to life was the closest thing to magic that he’d ever experience.

–His best friend was Boromir, who he met on visits to his grandmother’s family in Gondor. They bonded over the shared pressures of being an heir and the shared loss of a mom, and they remained friends their whole lives, which ended within 24 hours of each other 😭. (I love a good Borodred romance fic as well, though that’s not my personal HC!)

–He was unafraid to challenge tradition. He accepted duty that was for the good of Rohan, but resisted anything that only worked to control him as a person. That’s why he was still unmarried in his 40s. He wouldn’t marry for expediency or for an heir; he held out for love and was just as happy for the crown to pass to Éomer’s line after his own death. He also tried to advocate for others in the royal family (*cough* Éowyn) who felt constrained by tradition.

–He was much calmer and more measured than Éomer. Part of that is age (Éomer was 13 years younger), and part of it was in their natures. Théodred was born a little introspective and thoughtful, whereas Éomer has canonical hotheads (i.e. Éomund) in his genes.

–It’s v. important to me that Théodred had joy in his life since otherwise it’s pretty tragic. I gave him a fiancee, Eadlin, who loved him FIERCELY and made him very happy, and I also gave him a dog – the kind that looks huge and scary but is actually a big goofball – because dogs are the absolute best and all my faves have them.

Now I risk blabbering on at even further length, so I’ll stop there. But thank you for asking about him! ♥️♥️♥️ Teddy is one of my absolute FAVORITES, and I love to both talk and hear about him!

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