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squirrelwrangler · 3 years

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I was tagged by @kazaera to share titles of WIPs and, if sent an ask, a snippet from them, and that sounded like a fun way to start the morning. I’ll include a brief description and note which have no title - not everything does. Some ideas have a sentence at most written

Some are the AO3 familiars:

Of Ingwë Ingweron - Pre-Great Journey elves, focus on Ingwë. Yes I haven’t forgotten this and yes the next chapter is the preparation to send the Three Ambassadors to Valinor

‘Barn-raising’ - Young Bucks of Cuiviénen short story in which Ingwë and Finwë help Elwë’s tribe build a house, excuse for fluff

‘That AU where Ingu and Elwë swap plots and Ravennë leads the Minyar’ - what it says on the tin

‘That AU where Ravennë fucks Ingwë before Alaco dies and the meet-the-parents post-wedding feast is awkward’ - exactly what it says on the tin

‘Hound of Morwë’ - Morwë rebels against Tata because he is a loving young boy who questions authority and when he is executed the Tatyar splinter from the dying Cuiviénen

- Morgoth’s favorite elven spirit twisted into a loyal lieutenant meets Mornacu on the battlefield of the Nirnaeth. Not a happy reunion

Service to the Dead - Gorlim and Aegnor’s Ghost Buddy Cop Adventure

In Need of a Cold Shower - Two OCs project lust at each other while travelling with Elrond to investigate why the Arda’s Far North is have a biodiversity crisis - the romantic comedy born out of my frustration with the lack of fic for a FFXIV pairing.

‘In Need of a Baby Shower’ - any follow-up to Cold Shower focused on Seregeithon and Helcerían’s married life

- that ‘Vingilot looks like the ghost of the Swanships’ interlude that I need to post as a ficlet

‘Cherry Blossoms’ - Elrond and Elros escape from their kidnappers and are rescued by Orothaiben

‘Fille du Regiment’ - Bortë of Númenor backstory

Warpath Home - Bân of Band of the Red Hand adjusts to civilian peacetimes in the Second Age by travelling with his lover to Númenor to assist in the colonization. I might roll in the ‘Faron is summoned back to Middle-earth by Gil-galad’ plot hook, Seregeithon would be hanging in the background of that, as part of the overall theme

Bân and Fân’s Excellent Adventure - Band of the Red Hand plus friends have a camping trip, comedy which serves as a primer for

‘The Hangover, staring Faron, Finrod, and friends’ - exactly what it sounds like. And I’m not the first person to have the idea to combine The Hangover and Finrod’s 2nd Age Wedding, so the wedding will not Finrod and Amarië but one of the other couples.

‘Findis and Heledir write Voltron’ - Findis and Heledir brainstorm their next joint project. Where I might also include details about the Batman comics as in-universe Númenorean stories

‘Princess Tutu fusion’ - Little Duck is a Maia of Ossë in Alqualondë who wants to dance and heal the hearts of the returning elves

The Great Fever of Dorthonion - Baragund and Belegund spend the summer with Great-Aunt Andreth

Boromir in the Swamps - continuing the settlement of Dorthonion

Vagabond Gondor - Rurouni Kenshin reimagined during the Kin-strife of Gondor

#meme replies #to-do list

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random-imagines-blog · 4 years

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Jenny of Oldstones {Frodo Baggins x Reader}

Requested by: @depressed-comics Wordcount: 2241 Summary: Encouraged by Pippin, you show off your singing skills to the company. Your best friend Frodo is taken aback by the fact you never told him you could sing. Notes: Song is Jenny of Oldstones by Florence + The Machine

Having a Baggins as a best friend meant that you were always in for a world of adventure. It started with being babysat by Bilbo, and listening to the tales of his adventures. And then as you grew up, it turned into going through his vast library and pulling the tomes off of the shelves and going through them. You loved the tales of the dwarves best. Elves were cool and all, but it seemed like all that they wanted to do was look pretty in the trees. Humans were too easily corrupted but the dwarves - they just wanted to make things. You related to them in that way, though you didn’t want to work in the mines and make pretty golden things. You wanted to make music, but you kept that to yourself. Only your friend Pippin knew, and that’s because you stumbled upon him when he was singing. You showed him that you could sing too, and the both of you would sometimes meet up at night and practice duets together. The only thing was, you made him promise that he wouldn’t ever reveal it to Frodo. You were a bit frightened of what he might think if he found out. It was the only thing that you had that was separate from him.

The world of adventure grew bigger when Gandalf came from Uncle Bilbo’s birthday. It had started off with fireworks, and ended up as the beginning of a quest. You refused to leave Frodo’s side on most occasions, so of course Gandalf wasn’t even going to attempt to hide this from you. Sam then listened in from outside, the fumbling gardener that you also considered to be a close friend, and soon enough, you knew what you had to do.

You were swept into a journey straight out of Bilbo’s stories! Gandalf seemed to be the writer, and the instigator of them both. Running into Merry and Pippin, going to Bree, being far from the Shire, that was adventure enough. But then Aragorn, the night riders, Rivendell, meeting the elves, forming the Fellowship! And on top of that, being the only female on the ten-person group! The people back in The Shire were never going to believe this.

It was your second night away from Rivendell. Mordor, especially Mount Doom, still seemed so far away. The land was still in peace where the ten of you were camping out for the night, creating a fire before the skies got too dark. You were peeling up some potatoes for a makeshift stew, using the knife that you had gotten in the Elven city. Everyone got new weapons there, and you thought yours was pretty nifty, though you were a little disappointed you didn’t get a fancy sword like Aragorn. Still, you had your eyes set on using it the next time that Boromir offered to teach you and the other hobbits how to fight.

Sam was on one side of you, peeling some carrots and throwing them into the pot. Frodo had his head on your lap, stretched out as he seemed to be in constant contemplation. It was hard not to look at him with pity these days. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And not just that, but an evil overlord on top of that world, making it heavier and heavier by the day. Pippin and Merry weren’t helping all that much, not that you had expected them too, and they were pestering Boromir about some argument that they had earlier that morning about him eating the apple that Merry specifically wanted. Legolas and Gimli were on opposite sides of the camp, not having gotten used to one another and Aragorn was across from you, stripping rabbits for the stew.

“You alright?” You asked Frodo, taking a break to run your fingers through his curly hair. He looked up at you with his wide blue eyes and nodded.

“Just tired,” He said, quietly. You knew he didn’t like to complain much, even though he had the biggest burden to bear out of all of you. You gave him a wary smile, knowing that it was more than that, but you would let it go. If he really wanted to talk about it, you had full faith that he would come to you. That’s what best friends did.

“Know what would go great with dinner?” Pippin asked, coming and sitting by you and Sam.

“Your help,” Sam muttered, throwing his carrots into the pot. You chuckled at his answer, somewhat agreeing, but then again - you weren’t sure that Pippin could cook at all. His help might actually hinder the meal.

“A song!” He grinned widely at you in the earnest way that he always did when he would try to get you to sing. You shook your head quickly, and looked towards the boiling pot as a distraction.

“Go ahead and sing then, Pip.” You said, picking up another potato and started to peel it.

“I’m sick of his voice, let someone else sing for once,” Merry joined the group, warming his feet by the fire. That he hadn’t helped to create, by the way. He looked over at you with a joyful, but mischevious expression on his face. “Come on, y/n, I’ve never heard you sing, you’ve got to know some songs.”

“He’s right, you never sing,” Sam said thoughtfully, his mood slowly turning from annoyed to curious. “Even at the parties.”

“Everyone knows y/n doesn’t sing,” Frodo jumped in, thinking that he was defending you. He sat up and put his arm around your shoulder. “So leave her alone.”

“She does too sing!” Pippin said, making you shoot a glare at him. “Oh come on, we’re on an adventure, a quest! There’s no better time for you to show them than now!”

“Do you ever think with your working brain, Took?” You asked, leaning into your best friends embrace.

“There’s no harm in a song,” Boromir smiled his most charming smile and took a seat around the fire. Eventually, the elf and the dwarf did too. The only one who took no interest in the conversation was Aragorn, who continued to work at the rabbit. “Especially from a lass. Treat us to a song!”

You flushed slightly under Boromir’s smile. You might be a Hobbit, but you could appreciate the beauty that humans have. He was so unlike all of the Hobbits that you had seen. But you still preferred the curls of Hobbits over the lankiness of Human hair. “If you don’t mind your ears bleeding, I guess I know a song.”

You avoided looking at Frodo as you started to sing the song. Your voice was like a fog across the ground, spreading as you grew louder, the lyrics from your childhood spilling out. It was a song that your mother used to sing to you when you two went to pick flowers for her to sell at the market. It was a bit of a sad song, but it was good for nights like this.

“High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts, the ones she had lost and the ones she had found, and the ones who had loved her the most...”

Pippin was smiling widely like an idiot. Merry and Sam had their jaws dropped. They’ve never heard you sing, and now they were both wondering why that was. They were entranced by your voice - but not as much as Frodo was. His mouth was closed, but he was biting the inside of his cheek.

“The ones who’d been gone for so very long, she couldn’t remember their names. They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain.”

Aragorn threw the chunks of meat into the boiling pot. Boromir crossed his legs as he sat on the ground and leaned in to listen. Frodo leaned away from you, his arm leaving your shoulders.

“And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave...”

Legolas leaned against a tree, his arms crossed in front of him. His eyes shone against the darkness, almost as bright as the fire beneath the pot.

“They danced through the day and into the night through the snow that swept through the hall, from winter to summer to winter again, till the walls did crumble and fall.”

Frodo got to his feet and took a couple of steps away from the fire. Sam had to quickly throw himself forward to stir the stew before it started to bubble over. Gimli came over, mumbling to himself, but stopped when he heard your singing.

“And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave...”

You finished the song and rested your hands on your lap, unsure of how to react to the scattering of applause that came from your companions. Well, from all except one of them. The important one. Frodo had walked away completely by the time your last note hit the air, and you looked at the way that he had gone. Sam picked up one of the potatoes left in your pile and started to peel, allowing you to get up and to follow your best friend. You found him by the river that you had camped near, running his fingers through the shallow water, his exposed toes just sunk under into the sand. The moonlight was enough light for you to see him fairly clearly. “Are you mad at me?”

“You kept a secret from me,” Frodo said, his voice as soft as ever. It was almost hard to tell that he was angry, or at least it was until he turned to face you. There was a snarl on his face, which took you offguard and you took a step backward. You had seen that face, but never was it geared towards you.

“It wasn’t exactly a secret, Frodo, I-” You knew that you had no real defense against this. It was something that you kept from him, for no good reason either.

“How long have you been singing with Pippin then?” He asked, his volume getting louder. He kicked at the water, making ripples in it which spread away from the shore.

“We’d just grab a tankard and then go by the lake,” You explained. “He loves to sing, you know that, and one night I just kinda ... I guess I joined him.”

“You just kind of joined him?” He shot back.

“It’s just singing, Frodo, it’s a hobby. Lots of people do it! It’s not like it’s against the law or anything! You’re acting as if we’ve slept together or something.” It started to seem like Frodo was just looking for a reason to get upset, and so you were getting mad in retaliation. How dare he be mad because you have a good singing voice! “I know that you’re stressed from this quest and all, but turning against your best friend because of a song is not the way to deal with that. I expect an apology.”

Frodo was clearly not expecting your attitude. He blinked his wide blue eyes a couple of times before looking down at his feet. “I just thought that we did everything together. I always told you everything.”

“And I tell you-” You suddenly understood exactly why he was mad. You closed your mouth back up and hung your head. You took a deep breath before you would talk again. “It’s just singing. It’s not like I do it often. Only when I’m cleaning up around the house, really.”

“And when you’re out with Pippin somewhere, practicing!” Frodo said right back.

“A very short list.” You pointed out. “I wouldn’t even call it a hobby. But fine, when we destroy the ring and get back to the Shire and things to back to normal, I’ll sing more for you, how about that?”

“I’d like that,” Frodo said after some consideration. You smiled weakly, hoping that this was the end of the argument.

“I hate fighting with you, Frodo. I promise, I’ll never hide anything like this ever again. In that case, I should tell you something else.”

“What?” He asked, big eyes glowing crystal in the moonlight.

“I stole Merry’s mother’s recipe for strawberry tarts, and have been practicing them,” You said with a coy grin. “I planned on bringing you one once I get it perfect, but it hasn’t happened yet. I’ve gotten pretty close, though.”

“Strawberries...” Frodo said, his mouth beginning to water at the thought. It had been some time since he had a strawberry tart, and with the journey ahead of them, it looked like it would be even longer before he would have the pleasure.

“I suppose I’ll have to start up again the instant we get home,” You lit up, glad that your best friend seemed to be back to normal again. You shyly took his hand, which he squeezed in return, and headed back to the camp site in time to try the rabbit stew.

#Frodo #Frodo Baggins #Frodo Baggins x reader #Frodo Baggins oneshot #Lord of the Rings #Lord of the Rings oneshot #LOTR #LOTR oneshot #requested #oneshot

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thatfairyfangirl · 5 years

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Written In The Stars Chapter 3

The chilled mountain air tugged at Steluta’s raven waves as the fellowship made camp for the night, Caradhras less than a day’s journey ahead. In the pale moonlight the group could see their next path, dreading the cold that lay ahead.

Legolas wandered the edge of their camp, eyes scanning the area for any threats. “I'm telling you tree dweller, there's nothing nothing out there, now come and eat. The road ahead is a harsh one.” Steluta said as she used one of her daggers to cut up a sack of strawberries she had collected, throwing them into a pot. “Ow!” She dropped the berry and knife as a deep crimson dripped from her finger where the knife had slipped. “Mirkwood!” She hissed in a low tone suggesting the word was synonymous with foul language in pain as she brought the finger to her lips.

Legolas looked to her hearing the name of his home being used as an unsavory term. “I'm sorry? What was that about my home?”

“Don't play dumb, with ears like that it is quite obvious you heard what I said.” She answered as she tore a piece of fabric from her sleeve to bandage the small wound. “Now sit down and eat something. Crossing any of these mountains is unpleasant, but Caradhras is by far the worst. We have a long road ahead, you'll need your strength.” She continued as she went back to her task.

“Are you making the fruit leather your caravan brought to gondor last winter?” Boromir asked with a hopeful grin which widened as she nodded.

“They will keep better in the cold this way…” She answered with a soft smile.

“Oh we are in for a treat come morning.” Boromir beamed with excitement as he watched his beautiful road princess's features seem to glow in the light of the fire, its orange light dancing on the white rose that sat in her hair.

She smiled sweetly up to him as she continued her work. “You give me far too much credit. I'm not much of a cook… I'm afraid it won't be neer as tasty as what you are used to.” She remarked humbly in return.

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The pot cooked over a pile of smoldering coals as midnight approached the slumbering fellowship with the exception of Legolas, who did not require it, and Steluta, who seemed to have wandered from the camp far too long ago to have just been relieving herself as he had originally assumed. After all, she had left all her knives and half her armor within the fire’s glow. As the distant howl of a wolf pricked at his ears he let out a frustrated sigh realizing he probably was going to have to find her. As much as he hated to admit it in the back of his mind he truly hoped she hadn't abandoned the fellowship, tallents like hers were useful.

“No” he heard her voice murmur deep within the forest before it trailed off into her twisting native tongue in a panic. Pulling an arrow from his quiver he stepped slowly, silently without disturbing so much as a single leaf as he crept.

Leaping into the clearing he spotted her in he drew his bow. Steluta looked up to him, drawing a dagger from her boot in the blink of an eye. Blinking with surprise he lowered the bow. “I...I thought you were in danger.”

“So you came to finish the job?” She spat out in a venomous tone.

“I came to help.” He snapped back. “What are you doing out here alone anyway? You should take rest. Tomorrow’s trek will be hard and long.”

“As long as your ears? If not I will be fine.” She placed the blade back into its hiding spot. “I have crossed the misty mountains many times before. Now please leave. I am busy.”

His eyes scanned the clearing, finding her pack of cards and a wood goblet filled with water reflecting the light of the stars. “Doing what? Witchcraft of the wanderers?”

“I doubt you'll understand.” Steluta pointed up to the moonless sky, the stars sparkling extra brightly in the absence of its glow. “The gifts of my people glitter down from the heavens.” Legolas followed her finger to seven stars clumped together. “The Seven Sisters are most sacred to us. When they are out we bathe in their light. We believe when they are out magic is here. They give us the strength in our power.”

Legolas looked down to her in surprise, watching the seven stars glitter in the darkness of her eyes. “When the elves first woke the first thing they saw were the stars of Varda. They are most precious to us as well.”

“I should expect my caravan is currently in revelry. When they shine bright like this it is cause for celebration, dancing until they fade to ghosts in the light of the dawn.”

His eyes were drawn back to the sky. “Mine as well.” Steluta looked up to the regal elf, seeing the joy he took in the night sky, finding a different side to the elven people tonight. With a content breath he glanced down to her. “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo.” Her brow raised as he spoke the language foreign to her. The bad blood between their people began before her birth, she had never had chance to hear the beautiful words of the elves. “It means ‘a star shone on the hour of our meeting.”

“We say ‘Întâlnirea noastră a fost binecuvântată de stele.’ Our meeting was blessed by the stars.”

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The snow stung her cheeks as she lifted Merry and Pippin on her horse, wrapping them both in the blanket from her bedroll. “Lenora will keep you two warmer.” She assured them as she untied the fabric from her hip before rushing to Frodo and Sam, wrapping the two of them up as well. Once the little folk were taken care of she looked up wearily, sensing darkness on the air. “Something is wrong…”

Legolas nodded. “There is a foul voice on the air.” He confirmed as the snow storm began to rage on in an attempt to hurry them.

“Frodo, Sam, come along up on Lenora. The snow is getting deep.” No sooner did she reach out for them then did Frodo pull away, untrusting.

The mountain creaked and cracked as the storm grew too strong. Now Gandalf could hear the sounds in the wind. “Its Saruman!” He called out in worry before the snow on a ledge above them tumbled down.

“We must get off the mountain!” Boromir shouted out over the raging winds once they climbed out of the icy tomb. “This will be the death of the hobbits!” He added clinging close to them for their survival. They all agreed.

Once safe from the whipping winds warped by the white one’s spells they sat around a fire warming their bones, agreeing they must find a new road.

“The road that I speak leads to the mines of moria,” said Gandalf. Dread filled Steluta as she thought of such a place. In all their travels no Mandalyn has dared to go so far into a deep place that they could not still see the stars at night.

“There must be another way.” She pleased as she pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as if to shield her from what was to come. The fabric simmered in the light of the fire like stars, catching an almost admiring eye from the elf through the displeasure of such a plan.

“It is a name of ill omen.” Boromir agreed. “Nor do I see a need to go there. If we can not cross the mountain let us hurry southward until we reach the gap of rohan.”

Steluta’s dark hair fell into her eyes as she nodded. “This time of year one of my caravans will be crossing there. We could replenish our supplies from their stock. Given some time to prepare which my shade may give, they can even meet us with fresh arrows for our string puller.”

“It is the path I had used to come and it is a friendly one.” Boromir agreed.

“Things have changed since you came northward. Even with the aid of all the Song Masters such a road will not be safe. You were once but wayward travelers and of little concern to the dark lord but now you are in the company of the ring.” Gandalf explained.

“Moria is a dark deep place. If we choose such a path my gifts will be all but spent within a day...two at most. Without the open sky above me I will be unable to replenish my magic. I will be little more than a fighter for you.” She argued in favor of making for the gap. “Assuming I can keep my strength at all.”

“Then blades you shall be for if we were to go south the peril will only increase with every league we will be under the naked sky.” The old wizard argued.

“Then northward.” Steluta suggested finding only dread in the eyes of her company knowing the North path around the mountains lead out of the bounds of middle earth. “Out of the lands known to the men of the middle earth and we will go around the mountains by my people's roads.” All the fellowship grew uneasy at the mention of going northward continued, they all had their tales of what lies beyond the mountains in the north and none of them pleasant. They didn't need to voice their opinion of such a thought...when a map says here there be dragons most men tend to believe it.

Gandalf's head shook lightly. Despite the danger unknown to all but her it was one he already considered, and dismissed. “Such a journey would be to much time, and over far too many lands untouched with no harbor for us to take haven in. I would not lead you into moria if it was not our only hope.”

As he spoke Steluta pulled her cards out of her pouch, shuffling them silently before turning up the top to reveal a the image of a mountain. Legolas watched, intrigued by the fluid movements being produced by such rigid fingers. “I walked with you over the mountain to near ruin and do not place blame.” She turned another, a wizard. “But now I speak for you Gandalf. If you walk through the gates of moria…” she turned over another card, where the images of the last had been this one showed the worst of omens...the card was blank with only the white parchment it was made on, “beware.”

The fellowship shared glances, not finding this news to comfort them. “I will keep that in mind. Take rest and warm your souls, we shall make our departure soon.”

#lotr #lord of the rings #fanfiction #legolas #legolas x oc

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haldanare · 7 years

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I got tagged the other day by @avengers-avenging-shit: put your iPhone/mp3/spotify on shuffle and list the first 10 songs then tag 10 people!

So here we go, get ready to cringe at my awful music!

1. Once Upon A Troubadour - Nightwish 2. So long! - AKB48 3. The Nutcracker, Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies -Tchaikovsky 4. Lay it down - Ieiri Leo 5. Un Air De Libertel - Khaled Mouzanar 6. Ghost Love Score Instrumental - Nightwish 7. Memories - Within Temptation 8. Girls Rule - Nogizaka46 9. I’m Not Calling You A Liar - Florence and The Machine 10. Symphony nr. 7 in A major, Op.92 :II Allegretto - Beethoven

Im tagging: @kanafinwhy @thelioninmybed @slightlyunnatural @moradorable @lordofthefabulousness @sassy-on-my-assbutt-son @nephelolivia @oh-boromir and anyone else that wants to do this

#about me #music #me

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dachosmin · 7 years

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Trick or Treat 2017 Letter

Greetings, ghosts and ghouls! So very excited to get into the spirit of the season; I can’t wait to see what you decide to write/draw! All the prompts are mere suggestions; I will be equally excited if you think up something else based on my likes or your own inspiration or whatever. I just love these characters and am super excited to see whatever you come up with.

For Treats:

General:

Sweater weather, cozy blankets, hot tea, apple-picking

Pretty foliage, crunchy leaves

Halloween things!

Time loops, time travel, reincarnation

Lush and decadent costumes and food

Religious/holiday/festival worldbuilding in fantasy canons

Romance/smut:

Praise-kink, body worship

Neck and ear kissing

Hurt/comfort of all of the flavors

Drunken Confessions, bedside confessions, all the confessions

Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings

For Tricks:

General:

Things eldritch and unknowable

Meddling gods and goddesses

Ghost stories, dark fairytales

A creeping sense of wrongness

Smut:

Dubcon/noncon, hatesex, body betrayal

Drugged sex/aphrodisiacs

Tentacles in both consentacle and nonconsentacle form

spoils of war, hostages, war trophies

Verbal humiliation, begging, crying

DNWs

Eye, teeth, joint injuries

Body horror

Underage

Mindbreak

The Dresden Files

The Archive | Ivy (Dresden Files - Butcher)

Tricks:

There are some lost texts that no one but the archive knows about, things that aren’t meant for mortal eyes. Sometimes it’s hard to ignore their whispers…

Treats:

Ivy makes her three fathers (Harry, Marcone, and Kincaid) take her trick or treating, much to their mutual horror.

Ivy makes a pen pal across space and/or time.

Ivy has trouble picking out a Halloween costume.

Mother Summer/Mother Winter

Tricks:

For all their kindly appearances, the Mothers are not at all human.

Their biographies are writ in eons of ice ages and plagues, and darker things.

Treats:

They tend to let the younger queens fight it out, and spend fall knitting and sipping cocoa together

They somehow acquire a strange, immortal cat. It’s very sweet, so they don’t ask too many questions

Thomas Raith

Tricks:

Lord Raith feeds on Thomas, or makes Thomas feed on Harry to prove his loyalty

Thomas grapples with the fact that Harry would rather be dead than be a monster like him

Thomas finds himself at the mercy of a denarian, a vigilante wizard, or a tentacle monster

Post Changes, Thomas has a grief fueled hook-up with Kincaid

Treats:

Thomas has a hidden love of pumpkin spice lattes

Thomas takes Harry as a date to a White court Halloween ball

Thomas gets roped into an autumnal pinterest photo shoot by one of his model friends

Gentleman Bastards

Aza Guilla, Nameless Thirteenth, Nara (Gentleman Bastard Sequence)

Tricks:

The gods stalk the streets of Camorr on moonless nights, and woe to any unlucky thief that runs into them

Nara woos Aza Guilla in plagues and pandemics; Aza Guilla returns the favor

Treats:

Once a year the gods must walk the streets as mortals. The experience sometimes surprises them

The gods attend a Camorri masque disguised as mortals and dance, flirt, and banter with Locke and company

The Lord of the Rings

Boromir (LOTR books)

Tricks:

Boromir survives, but is taken captive by the Uruk-Hai until the Rohirrim rescue him

Boromir follows the fellowship as a ghost, tipping the odds in their favor whenever he can

Treats:

Boromir and Faramir celebrate the harvest festival with tankards of ale and kisses

Boromir gets into a drinking competition/strip poker equivalent with Eomer

Throne sex? Throne sex!

Witch-king of Angmar (LOTR book)

Tricks:

The Witch King ponders the half-forgotten memories of his mortal life

The Witch King takes Faramir back to Minas Morgul as a slave

Treats:

The Witch King is very fond of his demonic horses and fell beasts. According to the orcs, he spoils them rotten

Machineries of Empire

Shuos Mikodez (Machineries of Empire)

Tricks:

Mikodez contemplates Istradez after Raven Gambit, and knows it wasn’t worth it

Treats:

Mikodez isn’t much interested in sex, but that means he can fully concentrate on reducing Istradez to a sobbing mess when he wants to shower his brother with a bit of affection

Istradez finally manages to drag Mikodez away from his job, and they manage to find a bit of piece off in a corner of the galaxy and no one dies

The continuing saga of Mikodez and the Green Onion Plant

Ajewen Cheris

Tricks:

Sometimes Cheris isn’t sure where she ends and Jedao begins. In the dreams, she’s the one holding the gun.

A dark fairytale AU where Cheris is a raven and Jedao a ninefox

Formation instinct can have very dark consequences…

Treats:

The Kel Servitors act out Cheris’ favorite drama for her, with clunky but adorable results

#exchange letter #trickortreatex

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