#limagine

Éomer x Reader

Intro: The reader helps Éomer to get his horse back and they find out that they have a something more in common.

Word count: 1.135 (Part 1 of 3)

Warnings: none

Writer’s notes: English is not my main language, but i wanted to share this with you anyway. If you find any vocabulary or grammar error let me know, I’ll fix it asap! =)

Hope you enjoy it!

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It was a sunny autumn afternoon. The cold breeze blow through your hair as you walked by the forest searching for some roots and leaves for you next meal. Your house wasn’t far from there, you lived on a little farm with few animals for eggs and milk only. Your father was an old warrior that passed away some months ago by his age. You were his youngest daughter of seven of his child, all other were grown man that moved away to live with their own families.

Not far from where you were, you hear horse footsteps getting closer. You hide behind a big oak tree fearing that might be burglars and thieves, and you were a young lady alone in the woods. You check behind the tree and see a whitish horse, alone and scared running through the dense forest. You see that he had a lead, so it might have an owner. You advance on his path, trying to chill him out with your arms wide open and he suddenly stops running. “Shush, here boy… don’t be scared” you say in a soft low voice while you move slowly not to scare him more than he already is. You grab an apple that you have brought for snack, you give it a bite and offer it to the horse that comes on your direction and gently grabs the apple from your hand. You hold his lead and pet him while offering him some fresh fruits you grabbed this morning. “There, there, big boy… everything is ok now...”

Suddenly you hear a man’s voice echoing along the trees, calling a nome you couldn’t yet understand, maybe it was the horse’s owner. You carefully walks toward the voice direction. The horse was surely well cared and on good shape, but his owner’s intentions were still unknown, it still might be an assassin, or a thief. If that were the case you’d leave the horse on the path so his owner would find him. At far, through the silhouettes of the trees, you spot a tired man, with golden hair and in good shape, he probably walked miles after his horse, he had a heavy armor ‘A knight, maybe...’ you think. He obviously doesn’t look like a burglar of some kind. You walk in his direction bringing the horse with you. As the horse sees his owner he rushes in his direction. The man hold him and pets him with a relieved but yet frustrated expression

“By the Gods! What were you thinking, boy? Since when are you scared of some little coyotes?” He notices some footsteps on his direction and turn around to thank the person who got his most precious friend. His eyes glows as he sees you, the way the orange light of the late afternoon sun shines through your long hair and the softness of your dress falling over your legs while you walk. “I…” he looks speechless, you think that he was tired of running by the dense woods, but he was in shock to spot the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, right in front of him in the middle of nowhere.

You offer him some water as you giggle by his confused expression “Here… get some rest” you suggest him while you pet his horse that seems calm and relaxed now.

He take the sack of water from your hands as he smiles believing now that what he was seeing wasn’t a mirage of his tiredness “Thank you, milady” he drinks almost the full sack and hand it over to you once again. You keep looking at him and notice that this man was quite handsome and had a comforting and strong presence with a nostalgic color on his eyes, you keep looking at him for a while and you don’t notice for how long until he calls for you “Milady…? Is there any problem?”.

You feel your cheeks get hot as you blush. “I’m so sorry, sir…” you expect to hear his name.

He smiles “It is me that should be sorry, milady, for the lack of politeness. I’m Éomer, son of Éomund. And you milady…?” he bounces as he introduces himself to you.

The name strikes you like a bolt, you knew him when you were younger “Éomer…? By the Gods! You’re so grown up! I’m Y/N , youngest daughter of Asger… I’m not sure if you’ll remember me” You bounce as you lift the skirt of your dress a little introducing to him.

The man keeps thothful because the name wasn’t unfamiliar. He suddenly remembers that your father’s name was the same as of his old teacher before his parents passed away. “Asger the spearman?” he asks with a nostalgic and happy tone on his voice.

“The same...” you reply with a smile of proud on your face of your father’s name being known.

He took a while to remember because you were his sister’s little friend, you and her used to run way once and awhile to train with swords hidden from your parents’ sight, but he knew. All those memories brings a smile to his face, he looks cheerful as he asks “Would it bother if I pay the man a visit? He was the one that taught me the ways of war...”

You knew that your father was an important man in Rohan, but he moved to the countryside after the dead of Rohan’s royals, Éomers parents. Your expression changes to a bitter smile, how could you give the man the news that you father passed away months before?

He notices the change of your expression and interrupts you before you give any response “I’m sorry milady, My sincere condolences. I didn’t know... Is there any place I can give my horse some water? I won’t bother you anymore”.

You smile at him and say “You can come to my place. It’s not far from here”. Suddenly the thought hits you: that you were inviting a MAN to your house, where you lived by yourself, what were you thinking? Sure you knew each other as kids, but now things are different, and it was too late to go back on your words.

The man looks shy for a bit “If there’s any problem...I can go to a tavern near, don’t intend to bother your plans with your husband...”

You laugh out loud “I don’t have one…and you couldn’t bother me” you were only making things worse for yourself, what the hell were you thinking? The guy was gorgeous for sure, but you didn’t know his true intentions.

“I would be honored.” he bows to you once again, as he takes his horse by his side.

As there was any exit of the situation you just guide the man and his horse through the woods until you get home.

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Imagine...

Last night makes you shake. It makes you shake to think that you and Luke kissed passionately. It makes you shake to think that you fell asleep cuddled into each other. It makes you shake that you're giving him the chance to hurt you all over again. So now here you are standing in the kitchen waiting for the inevitable moment when Luke's going to wake up and you're going to have an awkward confrontation.

You shudder as you hear groans and a pit-pattering sound indicating that Luke's has awaken and is now coming into the kitchen. He looks tired, his once perfect quiff now askew, one hand on his head while the other rubs his eyes. He looks up.

"Um, hi"

"HI Luke"

"Thanks for letting me stay here last night"

"...Sure"

You both nervously look around, avoiding eye-contact. What is supposed to happen now? What're you supposed to do in this situation. You couldn't lie to yourself, last night was amazing. You want everyday to be like that and you know it. On the other hand how could you trust him? Things would never work out... that is unless he wanted it to.

"Listen" he starts interrupting your thoughts "I was drunk last night"

"Really? I hadn't noticed"

He laughs that brilliant laugh of his. His dimples, which you missed so much, were now popping out of his cheeks. 

"I really do miss you Y/N" 

He takes a step closer to you and looks you in the eyes for the first time this morning. He's dangerously close to you now. Your noses are touching and his hands travel up and down your thigh.

"We could be together again," he purrs into your ear "we'll make it work, I know we will."

Wait a second, what are you doing? You quickly shake your head and push his chest away from you.

"No Luke, we can't just act like nothing bad ever happened"

"Then let's take it slowly. Let's start over and pretend like I wasn't a dickhead"

You think about this for a second, but honestly how could you resist?

"Just don't do anything stupid okay?"

Here comes that smile again.

"Okay, Y/N"

A/N:

Imagine...

There goes another day wasted on watching television and stalking hot people on facebook. That's how every day goes nowadays... more or less. And it's all thanks to an asshole called Luke Hemmings who managed to break your heart. You get up deciding to go to bed early, dragging yourself off the couch and changing into new pajamas as the ones you had on now were starting to stink. A plain white t-shirt and some super embarrassing rubber duck printed shorts, perfect! 

Just as you prepare to leave your awful reality and sink into dreamland there's an odd sounding knock-like sound from the door. You hesitantly get out of your bed and race to the front door. Out of the peephole you catch a glimpse of the one and only Luke Hemmings leaning on the door. You quickly open the door and he stumbles from the sudden action.

"Heeey, Y/N what're you doing up so late hmm?" He wobbles a little bit, from his breath you can tell he'd been drinking, and from his actions you can tell it was quite a bit. 

Narrowing your eyes you ponder whether or not you should let him in. Before you decide to do anything crazy, you slam the door in his face only for him to stick his hand in front of the door, stopping it from closing.

"Hang on princess, give me a chance!"

"What do you want" 

"I just really missed you"

When you don't respond he stumbles into your home knocking over a jillion things and finally falling onto your couch. You let him. You're just helping him out right? He'll probably just go to sleep and leave before you wake-up tomorrow, so you ignore him and head to your bedroom.

Everything is fine for a while before you hear an "uh-oh" and then a "blehuduhshudhdk" indicating that Luke has thrown up somewhere. You take a deep breath before getting up to see that half of his puke was in the toilet and the rest on his clothing. He was sat on the bathroom floor attempting to strip of his dirty clothing.

"I think i need some help" he giggled

"You think?" you roll your eyes sitting next to him on the floor. You start to remove your shirt and pants and that's when things start to go from friendly to i used to be in love with you.

"Why are you acting so disconnected from me? We used to be so close didn't we?"

"Yes Luke but the keywords there are 'used to be'. We used to be so close but you had to fuck everything up"

He doesn't respond.

"Hop in the shower" you command, helping him up. He literally hops like a bunny into the shower giggling slightly and almost falling a couple of times. You leave but he inevitably calls your name a couple minutes later.

"Y/NNNNNNN, oh Y/NNNNNN" 

"WHAAAAAAAAT" you shout stomping into the bathroom.

"There's something wrong with your shower"

"No there isn't" You say pulling back the curtain. Despite being drunk, Luke is still cheeky enough to drag you into the shower as soon as you pull that curtain back.

"You're right there isn't" he smirks looking down on you

You push him away but can't seem to get your feet to walk out of the shower. You stand there in your now drenched pajamas looking at this perfect boy. He tries to step closer to the shower head but slips and falls on the floor. You both can't help but laugh. When you offer your hand to him he pulls you down on his lap.

"Would you want me if I offered myself to you" he whispers in your ear

"Oh Luke I don't-"

"You do love me don't you?"

You look into his crystal blue eyes and before you can respond he grabs your face and smashes his wet lips on yours. You trace your hands up and down his neck and deepen the kiss. He abruptly pulls away.

"I won't ever stop loving you" he says

"Is that you in there or is it just the alcohol?"

A/N:

Imagine...

College. For some, it's a place of extending ones knowledge on certain topics in which one puts their passion... But for most its a huge fuckin' party. 

So here you are at some frat party, bodies meshed together moving to the pulsing beat of the music, the scent of sweat and cheap beer wafting through the air. You catch a glimpse of Luke Hemmings, the well-known frat-boy, in the corner by the keg. You approach him confidently.

"Hey Hemmings, got any pot?"

"No," he smirks "but I can get you high some other way"

He stumbles towards you placing his hands clumsily on your chest. 

"Calm your hormones Hemmings" you warn, but secretly, you love this. You'd take Luke over pot any time, any day. 

"Oh come on Y/N, now's not the time to play hard to get..." he murmurs, tracing his hands up your sides. He roughly pushes you against the nearest wall, lips so close you're almost kissing. You stay there for the longest ten seconds of your entire life before he barely places his lips on yours. Cautiously, you kiss him back.

He runs his fingers through your hair, making it even more tangled than before, due to his lack of sobriety. You place your hand on his rough jaw, covered in stubble, as he deepens the kiss, finally putting good use to his tongue. Soon enough, teeth start getting involved, causing your already chapped lips to bleed. Needless to say it's worth it.

Suddenly, he pulls away, and the instant he does you're yearning for his lips again. Your mouth is physically aching for him, or maybe its aching from his teeth...

"Let's go have our own party some place else" he whispers seductively into your ear....

A/N:

Imagine...

You're in a photography class with this kid named Luke Hemmings. You talked a couple times but it was still shocking when he came up to you the other day to ask if you'd help him with his project for the class. To this you of course said you'd give all the help you could. So there you were standing in front of his dorm room wondering what the heck he wanted your help with. You knocked slowly and immediately the door flung open. 

"Hey! come on in," he said

You smiled and walked in observing the set up. There was a camera and a background set up perfectly with lights and everything. It looked as if a photo shoot was about to take place, but why would he need your help with that? Confused, you asked him

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well I was kinda hoping you'd let me photograph you"

Blushing you reply with a slow nod

"Great!" he says

You take your place on the set up and pose while Luke snaps photographs. Your shy at first but soon get into it and eventually your both laughing and enjoying the whole thing. Luke stops for a moment and goes up to you.

"Am I doing something wrong?" you ask

"No you're doing just fine! I was just thinking of a pose you could do"

He comes up to you and hesitantly pushes your chin up slightly. Then he pushes your back forward very gently. You shiver at his touch. He places his hand on your cheek.

"You look so perfect" he says

You smile as he leans into you, placing a kiss on your lips. 

"You know" he says "I asked you over because you're the most beautiful girl I know"

A/N

(part one here.)

The night that Luke held you tight after the panic room cutting made you feel warm.  The way he holds you always made you feel warm, but that time it was different.  He was close to you and was very gentle.  That was six months ago.  You're alone now.  Luke and the other three boys are gone on tour in the U.K. for a bit.  You're only here with Luke's and Ashton's dogs.  They're great company for your worst days.

Luke makes keeks dedicated to you everyday.  He's very quiet but sincere and he means every word he says.  He tells you the count down of the days until he gets to see you again; he says how much he loves you and misses you; he points out the things that he finds beautiful about you; he says what's going on on tour--everything, he tells you everything.  He's been telling you for several weeks now that he has a surprise for you when he gets back on Christmas Eve.  You've been anxious to know.

Luke comes home tonight.  You've been trying to call him for three hours but with no answer.  This past week has been the worst.  5SOS's fans have been trashing the yard and egging your house.  They tweet you death threats and this one girl got your phone number and called you, saying that if you're at the house when Luke/the boys come home, they'll be sure you have a reason to cut again.

They found out you cut.  Luke told them.  He said that "because of the bad side of our family, my beloved girlfriend is insecure and she bled your hate.  How do you feel about that?  I hope you're ashamed of yourselves."  He even blocked several accounts on twitter--the ones that were mean to you.

You haven't sliced your skin since that night Luke walked in on you doing it.  He's talked to you everyday; if not--if he hasn't had the opportunity to one day, Mikey or Calum or Ashton has spoken to you.  They all want to make sure you're okay and happy.  Luke's mom, Liz, talks to you everyday as well, even if it's just a text asking if you're okay or if you need to talk to Luke at the moment.

But they're not replying and you're crying.  None of them are answering you and you can't do anything about it.  Today has been the worst day of it all and you were done--you just want to feel your boyfriend's warm skin against yours, his hands on your back or entwined with your fingers.  You just at least want to hear his voice.  But, for whatever reason he's not picking up or responding, you can't.

It's done.

It's over with.

You're done.

You grab your knife, the one you'd hidden from Luke under your dresser.  He had taken all the knives away from you so you couldn't do any harm to yourself; he also took the ropes and the razors and wires and anything else he was scared you'd get hold of.

You take the knife to the panic room.  "You're breaking the rule again," you say to yourself, tears making your voice shake.  "I'm hurting Luke.  But I'm hurting more."

Before you do what you want to do, you grab a half-piece of paper, a pen, and a camera.  On the paper, you write:

I'm sorry.  I don't know what for, but I'm sorry.  I'm sorry to Liz, Mikey, Ashton, Calum...  I'm sorry for making you all worry so much.  I'm sorry to Luke.  My wonderful Luke.  My sunshine Luke.  My happy, dream-making Luke.  I love you so much.  I'll always love you, even when I'm not here or if you're not here with me.  I love you so, very, very much.  Don't hurt.  Smile.  Love yourself because you know I'll always love you.

xo,

(Y/N)

You set the camera on a tripod and tape the note to the side of it with the pen lying on the ground.  You turn the camera on with the remote in your hand.  You smile and say nothing for a while, just looking and shaking your head with tears staining your body and face and clothes.

"I love you, Luke," you say.  "You're my everything."

You look at the knife and bring it up to your face.  You touch it with your left hand's index finger and thumb.  With one swift motion, it's stuck in your belly.  You repeat this movement until you can't move anymore.  Your breath is stolen and your skin turns cold; your body is pale and the blood is drained.  You're laying on the wooden floor, hands on your abdomen.  At your last moment with life living, you hear your phone ring beside you.  You look at your phone with blankly dead eyes.  You click the button on the remote to turn it off.

The phone is ringing still, very loudly.  But you can't hear it.  You're gone, you're dead, there's no turning back.  The caller was Luke.  He called and said, "Babe?  Are you okay?  I see you've been trying to call me.  I just landed at the airport and I'll be home in ten minutes.  Call me when you get this.  I love you so much.  Can't wait to give you your surprise!  Be sure to be at the door so you can open it for me.  The other guys will be here tomorrow--their flights got mixed up and I flew alone.  I love you! Bye!"  And the call was over.  The call is now a voicemail that will never be heard.

Your body still lies dead on the floor when Luke calls you again: "Babe, answer your phone!  Is it dead?  Did I do something?  Are you mad at me?  Please answer.  I'm knocking on the door and you're not letting me in.  Oh! I always forget the key under the mat.  Okay, hold on.."  

There's a pause as he opens the door.  

"Babe!" he calls and it echoes throughout the silent house and in the phone.  "Ugh, where are you?  You know my biggest fear is losing you.  Please be here."  Luke makes his way up to the rooms and checks every single one upstairs, talking to you--or he thinks he's talking to you--along the journey.

"You're not anywhere here," he sighs out and pauses.  "The panic room is all that's left..."  Another pause.  Luke comes down the stairs and jiggles the doorknob to the panic room, struggling to get it open.  "I hope you're okay because I didn't hear any cry- oh my god!"  His phone falls from his hands as he sees his dead girlfriend on the wooden floor with the camera pointing at her.

Luke hangs up and calls your phone again.  He says softly, voice shaky as he holds your cold hand, "I found you, baby, alone in this stupid room.  This stupid knife and this stupid camera and this stupid paper and pen.  Everything is stupid.  What did I do?  What didn't I do?  I have your present here.  Why did you do it? I love you so much.  I don't know why you did it or when you decided to do it, but all I know is that I'm alone now.  I will always have this whole-" Luke uses his empty hand to circle a place in his heart "-in my heart for you being gone.  You're gone now.  You're gone.  You're freezing and lifeless and I'm crying at the thought of you doing this to yourself."

He pauses and just looks at you, tears falling like Niagara Falls.  He touches your hair softly while holding his breath, scared to break you.  He lets out his breath slowly and softly.

Luke brings your hand up to his chest, holds it to his chest with both of his hands and says, "What am I supposed to do with this ring now?"