Thats A Fine Ass Worm If You Ask Me

That’s a fine ass worm if you ask me

Song: Fading Through by Wafia

⚠️Warnings⚠️: None

Word Count: 867

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~Elrond's POV~

It was another blissful afternoon in the safe haven known as Imaldris but known to most as Rivendell.

Anyone and everyone were welcomed into my kingdom may it be to see the elvish culture or a place to rest before reaching their true destination. My people and I would welcome them with open arms. Though I was expecting a peculiar visit from Lothlorien. What made this so peculiar was the reasoning for the visit. A letter written to me by Lady Galadriel explained that a very close friend of hers had fallen into a deep sadness that she seemed to be having trouble coming back from. The cause of the sadness is unknown to me for the Lady did not mention it in the letter. She wrote that she herself and her husband Lord Celeborn could not lift her spirits and out of desperate need to help her closest friend she asked for my help and to give our visitor my wisdom. To say I was astonished was not nearly close to the emotion I had felt after reading the letter. Galadriel must be in desperate need to ask for my help over something so simple, but what I did not know was that this visit was not going to be even close to simple. " Yes, I agree and thank you for even considering helping me, though I do not think it will do much good." She replies as we made it to a sitting area with a large balcony. I sat down on a couch and waved her to sit next to me. "And why do you think I could not help you?" I inquired with a raised brow. Nírwen sat and before she replied she removed her hood for me to see the most enchanting elleth I had seen in my life time. She had long brown hair that ran down to her waist in a waterfall of light waves with pale skin of ivory never seen before by my eyes. But none could compare to her eyes. They were a dark forest green that of a young Woodland in the light of the summer sun. Her faë said otherwise. The emotion that swam in her eyes was Solemn and the most broke I had seen before. 'Beautifully broken' I thought to myself. "If Galadriel could not help than it is undoubtedly impossible for anyone else to help. This sadness will stay with me until I reach the halls of Mandos." She looked down. I could not fathom how broken she felt, but that did not mean she was impossible to help... and I would prove that to her. I lifted her head up with my index finger below her chin and my thumb resting on top. She looked at me with a tear streaked face. I knew in that moment that I could not let her fade. I knew that I had fallen in love immediately for I in some way could relate to how she felt. I felt as if my heart and faë had died when I lost my late wife, but I did not give up hope for my children. I knew they needed me in that moment as much as I needed them. Like I now know how Nírwen needed me. "Do not cry. Your sadness does your beauty no good."

Written by the pile of trash that is me😋

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— DEAD OR ALIVE: benoit blanc x reader

request: Can you do one where the reader is stabbed(for real) and Blanc loses is shit. You can decide if the reader lives or not. Thank you 😊 and I love posts @0chemicalwaste0

Trigger Warnings: stabbing, blood, mentions of death, language

Assigned on a case along with your fellow partner, Detective Benoit Blanc, you had pushed assigned a missing person’s case to assist the local detective. With Massachusetts police staff currently occupied among multiple cases you had been called up as a last resort, unbeknownst to anybody that Benoit Blanc would be joining along as well.

You were directly involved with Massachusetts State Police under a signed contract. Unlike Benoit, you were not a private detective but rather an investigator in the police force who occasionally took on a case themselves.

It was unlikely you would ever be paired with Benoit on a case, but the Thrombey’s case had not been the first time you both had worked together. Over many years you’ve grown a familiarity with one another, both through work and privately. You even deemed yourselves, partners, when put together.

The two do you were known as a double threat by locals, and it had been purely by coincidence that this was another one of your connected assignments. You could not say that you were disappointed however because that was certainly not the case.

At the moment you were stood beside Benoit’s seat as he explained to Marta everything that he had solved- with your help. Ransom was brought in by Lieutenant Elliot and seated in a nearby chair as Benoit began to continue with his monologue.

Ransom was fed up with Benoit’s words rather quickly, shouting at him to shut up. He was angry, and he was quick to claim that you all were lying, saying that there is no proof of anything he had been accused of. He was certain that if anything was wrong with his lawyer he’d be faced with nothing more than a few days, or even just a fine.

However, things had taken a turn very quickly and the next few minutes flashed before your eyes before you could even process it. Marta’s phone had gone off and a call from the hospital rang through. She answered it, thanking the nurse on the other end for the good news before hanging up and putting her phone away. Ransom had grinned, exclaiming that he had not committed murder.

Yet, Marta had vomited on an unsuspecting Ransom who had just been recorded confessing the attempted, and actual murder of Fran. The angered man had turned to you in disbelief, his glare piercing a hole into your skin.

“If you hadn’t been assigned to this damn case I could have gone away scotch free,” he gritted out, though you had reasons to disagree. Benoit was smart enough on his own.

You shook your head, glancing at Benoit. “I would beg to differ,” you replied.

Ransom groaned, wiping his face from the vomit that remained. “Oh who cares what you think!” he exclaimed before grabbing a knife off the wheel behind him and launching himself at you.

You were quick to place your hands up, wanting to push him away before he could stab you, but you tripped and landed on your back, screaming as the sharp blade pierced through your skin. Another scream was torn from you as the bastard twisted the knife ever so slightly before he was ripped off of you and thrown to the ground, a pair of handcuffs shacked to his hands within seconds.

Benoit rushed over to you, Marta doing the same before he removed his handkerchief and folded it in two. He glanced up at Marta, signaling for her to pull the knife out. She did so in the next second, causing you to flinch in pain and hold back a blood-curdling scream.

The detective was quick to apply pressure onto the stab wound. “Dial for an ambulance quick,” he nodded to Marta, watching as she stood and farted for her phone across the room. He returned his gaze to you, holding the handkerchief down as firmly as he could. “If the knife pierced your lungs, which I suspect it has, you have a couple of hours before it can lead to death, but you must stay with me,” he explained urgently.

His shockingly icy blue eyes never left yours as he did his best to keep you as conscious as possible. He could slowly see you slipping in and out and his heart rate was slowly increasing in his chest with worry. The sirens could be heard in the far distance and he begged that they would get there faster.

You were slowly losing that battle to stay awake, and shaking lay brought up a bloodied hand- which had led on your chest -to Benoit’s arm. He looked at you, biting his lip as a sort of anxious habit.

You smiled at him as best you could. “Listen, I won’t be conscious for much longer, you can’t panic. As you said, I’ll still have a few more hours, even if I’m not awake. You need to know, in case they c-can’t save me, that you’ve been a great friend to me,” you choked out, coughing in the next moment. The smallest bit of blood left your lips.

“Shit, come on Y/N, don’t say that! You can’t just say that, not now! Tell me that when you’re healed and better, come on,” he urged, looking at Marta as she led the paramedics into the room. “I love you dearly, Y/N, I need to tell you that,” he whispered before he was asked to step back and let the paramedics take over.

You smiled at him as best you could, and within seconds you were receiving oxygen through a mask, and slowly the loud sounds around you faded. You didn’t know if Benoit’s last words were meant to be taken in a friendly or romantic way, but you hoped to be able to ask him when you woke up.

Benoit crosses his fingers and hoped for the best. He wanted so badly to express his feelings earlier, he just hadn’t had the courage till now, and he feared that it might have just been too late.

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