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yesandpeeps · 7 months

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Birthday Kiss 🎂💋🦇

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 1146.

Pairing: Swiss/Aeon.

Summary: Aeon’s curiosity for his new life on the surface leaves him excited for any type of celebration. He overhears it’s a certain ghouls birthday, and can’t help himself. Kissing and petting.

Read below or on AO3.

New summons often had difficulty adjusting to the surface’s day and night cycle. It’s a struggle to learn how to initially regulate their energy. New ghouls tend to be keen on long naps, that is, if they even wake up in the morning.

Aeon was no different, granted slack due to his “new summon” status. Snoozing long after the sun had risen above his window. As long as he gets his chores done and gets to practice on time, Papa doesn’t seem to mind. The crisp air of autumn doesn’t help persuade him out of his warm bed, but the ache of an empty stomach sure does.

Eyes barely open, Aeon dresses himself and exits his room, guided towards the common area by smell alone. Whatever had been prepared for their midday meal was already put away, cold and stiffened in the fridge. It’ll do. Had the bright, cold light not clicked on upon opening the door, he would’ve never noticed the white cardboard box that nearly took up a full shelf. Aeon blinked at it for a moment, noticing a plastic viewing slot on the top of the box. Too curious for his own good, he slid the box halfway off the shelf and tilted it, peering in on a white sheet of. Something. Fancy curling letters decorated the surface. After a couple more dumb blinks, Aeon’s finally able to register what he’s seeing.

A sheet cake, elegantly piped with the words, “Happy Birthday Swiss!” Aeon’s jaw might as well have hit the floor. He took a glance around the room, empty except for him, and oh, so carefully slid the cake back onto its shelf. Why had nobody told him? He grabbed another boxed container, a portion of left overs saved for him, and closed the fridge door. He mustn’t waste any time, barely grabbing a utensil to scarf down his first meal of the day. The dish was cleared in what felt like seconds. Aeon had something more important to focus on: finding Swiss.

Thankfully, the rotation of chores was listed on a white board in the common area. Swiss was stationed on laundry duty, so he’d better check there first. Aeon bounded off down the corridor, hard to believe he was out cold barely ten minutes prior.

A little out of breath and sluggish from his hurried meal, Aeon pushes the door open to the laundry room as quietly as he can manage. He pokes his head in, and just like he’d hoped, there was his target with his back to him. Unaware. Alone. Perfect.

Swiss continued the steady pattern of folding towels out in front of himself, using his chin to assist, and tossing them into a basket. Mumbling and nodding along to whatever song was playing in his earbuds, blissfully ignorant to what lurked behind him. While Aeon stalked, the muscles shifting in Swiss’s back caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but admire his arms as he worked. The song must’ve gotten good, because Swiss began a little dance, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet and rolling his body. Aeon felt his cheeks grow warm.

Against better judgment, Aeon believed this was the perfect time to launch his attack. Holding his breath, he crept up behind his victim. He trembled in anticipation before launching his hands forward and grabbing Swiss’s sides, yanking him back against his body. The poor multi ghoul probably would’ve shot through the ceiling with how hard he jumped if he’d not been held down. Off balance and dazed, Swiss grabs at whoever’s arms were squeezing him and whips his head around. His breathless laugh sent a swoop through Aeon’s stomach. Swiss takes a step back to right himself again, letting his head roll back to rest against the quintessence ghouls shoulder.

“That’s a way to greet someone,” Swiss breathes, removing his ear buds.

“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday,” Aeon pouts, tucking his chin over Swiss’s shoulder.

Swiss turns his head, enough to brush his nose against Aeon’s hair. Talk right into his ear. “No?”

“No,” He chuffed, reveling in the way Swiss’s warm breath passed across his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Wasn’t on purpose, just never came up. Sorry bug,” Swiss shrugged, patting his hands over the limbs wrapped around his middle.

Reluctantly, Aeon let his arms fall to his sides, letting Swiss step out of his range to retrieve a towel that got dropped during the ambush. “So?”

“So what?” The multi ghoul tossed over his shoulder as he refolded the fabric.

Aeon rolled up onto the balls of his feet. “How old are you?” He prodded.

The beat of silence made him drop back onto flat feet, suddenly uncertain. Was that not an appropriate thing to ask?

“Well,” Swiss starts, “I’ve been topside since the reign was shifted to our Papa-“

“Not what I meant,” the other interrupts.

The taller ghoul hums for a moment before giving his answer. Aeon nods slowly before stepping back into Swiss’s space again, this time wearing a grin. Too innocent for the way he crowds Swiss back against the table.

“Well,” Aeon huffs, “I may not have known it was your birthday, but I do have a present for you. Maybe a bit of an apology, too.”

“Is that so?” Swiss tilts his head, unable to stop the smile that splits across his face.

“Mhmm,” hums the agreement. Finally, Aeon reaches to cup Swiss’s face in his hands, letting his fingers lightly scratch over the stubble on his cheeks. Before he can react, Aeon leans forward and places a quick peck to Swiss’s mouth, mostly kissing his teeth.

“Yeah?” Swiss barks a laugh, his head tilting the other way.

“One,” Aeon smiles.

“Just one? That’s it-“

The multi ghoul is cut off by another quick kiss.

“Two.”

Finally catching on, Swiss begins to melt into chuckles. He wraps his strong arms around Aeon, able to reciprocate the kisses now that he sees the game he’s started.

After the tenth kiss, Aeon’s not counting them out loud anymore. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t care, or maybe it’s because the kisses barely break enough for him to say anything. The kisses turn deeper, hotter, wetter. He’s letting his excitement wander, dropping a hand from Swiss’s face to pet at his chest. A shudder runs through him when he feels a wide palm slide up his back and rest on the crook of his neck, huddling Aeon closer. The quintessence ghoul indulges in Swiss’s form, allowing himself to trace the fat padded muscle going down his chest, his ribs, his stomach-

“Y’know,” Swiss mutters between soft licks and sharp fangs biting at his lips, “Plenty of other places could be getting this treatment, too.”

“Is that so?” Aeon chuffs, his fingers tracing the hem of the other's shirt.

“Mhmm,” hums the agreement.

#yap yap yap #ghost #fanfic #nameless ghoul #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #ayo first fic posted #i lied about waiting to post it sorry lol 🧎🧎#i wanted it to be spicier but i don’t have the energy for it right now #maybe i’ll add another smuttier part down the road #here’s this for now 🤲#happy birthday cheese ghoul #no beta we die lie nihil #does having the screen reader read it back to me count as a beta?#i don’t think so #if you see me making little grammar edits for the next couple days noooo you do not

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severeblizzardlady · 5 months

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For the life of me, I cannot let go of Your Roommate Error.

Warning: Error's a semi-creepy skeleboi in this one

He isn't sure why he came back.

He didn't have to.

Sure, bugging you had been fun while he recovered from...a fight he was totally winning and definitely did not flee from/get thrown out of.

Tying you up in his strings, eating your food, cutting your Internet when you least expected it, they all evoked such a...satisfying reaction. Your frustration was so funny. As if you could do anything against him besides grumble and pout.

As if you'd ever be strong enough to take him on.

Hilarious.

That was why he'd spent nights standing over you in bed. You were so deep asleep everytime, without fail. Oblivious to the danger at your bedside.

It would've been easy. Too easy. Getting rid of you. You were so simple. So soft. So human.

Except he didn't. Night after night, Error had slipped into your room to watch you sleep without fail, sneaking back to his room before you'd wake up.

The same way he was right now.

"Y-you're-re s-s-s-so du-umb." He says to himself, to the moon outside your window, to your sleeping form. "A fr-freaking m-m-maso-chi-chi-chist." That's the only reason he can think of as to why you'd been so excited to see him when he'd popped in to your reality unannounced earlier tonight.

How your face had lit up.

How you'd moved as though to hug him.

How expectant you'd been while you waited for his answer after you'd asked how long he'd be staying this time.

"W-why would I l-leave fr-free food and the best t-toy around?"

That's it. That's why he came back.

You're entertaining. Error's already broken you in. Leaving you behind now to your merry, boring life would be such a waste, especially when he can jet off to torment you whenever he needs to blow some steam.

You smile all dopey in your sleep then. Error debates dragging you out of bed and making you dangle from the ceiling.

...

...he figures he can always do that tomorrow night.

(It's a lie he'll tell himself every night).

#Your Roommate Error #error sans #error sans drabble #undertale #error sans x reader #fanfic things #i have too many ideas for this and other fanfic things #maybe i should go back to ao3 again....#ill probably do more Your Roommate stuff with other skelebois down the road

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waytooinvested · 2 months

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Vengeance, Victory, and Undying Love - pt 3

Chapter 3 of my Supercorp fic in which Lena still creates something called Non Nocere to deal with her broken heart after finding out Supergirl's identity, but this time she gives the name to a different project. A more personal one. And now she’s coming for Supergirl.

This and previous chapters also available to read on Ao3

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Alex paced the length of the med bay and back while she waited for them to bring in Lena Luthor.

It was hard to believe now that she had ever considered the woman a friend when she could do something like this to Kara, the literal embodiment of sunshine who had only ever tried to look out for her.

Lena was such a bitch.

Fine, so she had made sure Alex got the message that Kara was alright after the explosion. In fact when she’d heard that Lena had taken Kara in and kept her safe until the fighting was over, had treated her injuries and got her home safely, Alex had been pathetically grateful, as if it really had been an act of genuine kindness. She’d thought – stupidly – that maybe there was hope for Lena after all.

But then Kara had told her about what happened after she woke up in Lena’s lab – the injection with the mysterious concoction that Lena refused to explain, and the fact that Kara’s powers still weren’t back even after lying under yellow sun lamps for the past four hours.

No, it wasn’t kindness. Lena had done something to her sister, and Alex was going to find out what even if she had to torture the truth out of her. Right now she was so angry that the idea almost appealed.

‘Director Danvers? Lena Luthor has arrived. We have her in interrogation room one awaiting your order’.

‘I’m on my way’.

Alex took one last look at her sister, sleeping under the buttery shine of the sun lamps, and hardened her heart against any lingering friendly feeling towards Lena. For Kara, she would do whatever needed to be done. She turned on her heel and marched out of the med bay, J’onn following closely behind.

‘Alex wait. Maybe you should stay here with Kara – I can talk to Lena. You don’t have to be the one to do this’.

‘I do. It’s my sister J’onn’.

‘That’s exactly why you should let me do it, you’re too close to this’.

‘I appreciate the offer, but no. This one’s mine’.

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Alex wasted no time on preliminaries. The second the door closed behind her she turned on Lena, the prickle of irritation at how composed she looked even now adding further venom to her voice as she spat her words across the expanse of table.

‘What did you do to Kara?’

‘You know what I did. I found her passed out in a crater moments away from being captured by people who wanted to kill her and I took her somewhere safe. I had her wounds treated and I gave her a place to stay until the danger had passed, then had her driven home. Hardly actions warranting an abduction in the middle of the night’.

Lena held up her cuffed wrists to underline her point, the chain clinking against the metal table top it was shackled to.

‘Cut the shit Lena. Kara told me you threatened to restrain her and then injected her with something. What was it?’

‘Oh that? That’s a secret. You’d know all about those wouldn’t you Director Danvers? But it’s not so nice being on the other side of them for once’.

‘LENA LUTHOR. I know Kara lied to you. It hurt your feelings, I get that. But now she is lying in the med bay unconscious-’

‘Sleeping, not unconscious. When she left me she was weak but perfectly alert. There was no indication of serious brain trauma, and no reason for her to lose consciousne-’

‘SHE IS LYING IN THE MED BAY WITHOUT HER POWERS. She’s been under a yellow sun lamp for hours. If it was just burn out from the fight she’d be getting better by now, and she’s not. That must have something to do with you. So you are going to tell me, right now, what was in that syringe’.

‘No, I’m not. I’m sure by now you’ve run every test you can think of and haven’t gotten anywhere, so now you’ve come running to me like you always do, but you’re out of luck this time. The world doesn’t need saving, and I am not feeling particularly inclined to do you any favours. I’d say you’re just going to have to trust me, but you and your friends have made it perfectly plain that you don’t, so I have nothing more to say to you’.

Alex slammed her hands down on the table barely an inch from Lena’s cuffed ones.

‘If you’ve hurt her-’

‘I haven’t. You’ve seen that for yourself – her vitals are good, she’s awake -or at least she was when I last saw her- and by now I assume perfectly able to move about unassisted. I daresay she’s feeling pretty sore, but-’

‘She doesn’t have her powers. How is that not hurting her?’

‘Director Danvers, I was not the one that knocked Supergirl out of the sky. Nor was I the one that sent her out there to get hurt in the first place’.

‘Are you saying this is my fault? Would you rather we just let the entire city get blown off the map?’

‘I’m not saying anything. That’s rather the point’.

‘This isn’t a game Lena’.

‘I am well aware of that. This was never a game. Never. It’s not my fault if you’ve only just noticed’.

‘Fine. Then I guess we’re just going to have to lock you up until you’re ready to tell us how to undo whatever you did, or until Kara gets her powers back. For your sake, I hope that happens soon’.

She stormed out of the room, leaving Lena to be manhandled down to the cells by two burly DEO guards. Alex wasn’t the one being dragged off in handcuffs, and yet she couldn’t help feeling that Lena was still holding all the cards. It infuriated her, but it was getting her nowhere.

She needed to check on Kara and get back to her blood analysis in the lab. Maybe after a few hours in their least pleasant cell Lena would be more willing to talk to her.

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Alex rubbed her eyes and examined Kara’s blood for what felt like the hundredth time. She had gone over and over everything, and yet she still couldn’t find-

Wait.

There was something there. It was subtle, almost impossible to detect as being out of place, but when she cross referenced it against a previous clean sample, there was a minute difference. She was certain of it. This was it. Proof that Lena had done something to Kara. Now she just had to work out what it was, and how to reverse it.

The trouble was, she didn’t know how to do either of those things. If only Brainy hadn’t chosen this week of all weeks for his visit to the future perhaps things would be different, but as it was she felt stuck, and wretchedly helpless.

Still, finding this gave her some leverage. Maybe if Lena wouldn’t help for Kara’s sake, she would do it to save her own neck.

She was a Luthor, after all.

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‘Director Danvers! How nice of you to stop by. What brings you down to the dungeons on a night like this? Or should that be morning by now?’

Lena was being deliberately provocative, but it wasn’t going to work this time. Alex gritted her teeth and straightened her spine, doing her best to look the part of the cool, unflappable DEO Director she was supposed to be.

‘Ms Luthor. I just thought you’d want to know that we have found the agent you injected into Supergirl earlier tonight’.

There – it was subtle, but the false smile dropped a little, revealing a flash of anxiety underneath.

‘What?’

Gotcha.

‘As I’m sure you realise, this constitutes proof of your crime and we will of course push for prosecution to the fullest extent of the law. As it’s only a matter of time until we have isolated the formula-’

Damn, as soon as she said that Lena’s stricken look returned to its previous expression of polite disinterest – she had given away how far they really were from actually understanding whatever Lena had used. There was no going back now though, so she pushed on.

‘- and worked out how to reverse engineer a cure, you might as well stop whatever game you’re playing. You’re facing a serious criminal charge and a long stay in prison, but if you agree to help us now, we will make sure your cooperation is taken into consideration, and it might help you get away with a lighter sentence’.

Lena raised a sardonic eyebrow.

‘And what crime is it you’re accusing me of exactly? You can hardly claim I’ve poisoned anyone when you don’t even know what was in the injection’.

‘Well then, why don’t you tell me what it was? Clear your name right now, before this goes any further?’

‘Nice try Director, but I don’t think so’.

For all her good intentions Alex’s temper flared white hot all over again.

She stepped up to the glass until she was almost nose to nose with Lena.

‘Alright, have it your way. We may not have proof of poisoning, but how about kidnap. False imprisonment. Assault’.

‘Come now. I’d hardly call rescuing an unconscious superhero kidnap, and she certainly wasn’t imprisoned. As soon as it was safe and she was well enough to travel I sent her straight home, and made sure her next of kin was there to look after her I might add. And as for assault: all that amounts to is a needle prick and a substance that you have no proof was any more harmful than pure saline. Take me to court over that and my lawyers will eat you alive. Face it Director. You have nothing on me. Nothing’.

It was at this point that things started to get away from Alex a little.

A vague, faraway part of her mind told her that this was the time to walk away and let someone else take over the interrogation. Unfortunately the rest of her was too busy swiping open Lena’s cell door and slamming her against the back wall to listen to it.

‘Alright I’ve had enough. I’ve tried being nice. I tried being sympathetic to your hurt feelings and your twisted sense of justice, but I’m done playing by the rules. You have crossed a line, and now I’m coming over it to meet you’.

Alex gave Lena another hard slam against the wall, the breath wooshing from her lungs at the impact and making her gasp, but she didn’t give her time to recover. She grabbed the front of Lena’s shirt with one hand and raised her fist, preparing to slam it directly into the evil bitch’s face.

‘STOP!’

Alex froze, fist still poised in mid air.

‘Kara?’

‘It’s alright. I’m alright, see? My powers are back! I must just have been more burned out that I thought. I feel fine now, really’.

Just before Alex turned to see her sister fly the rest of the way down the hall to prove the return of her powers, she met Lena’s eyes. She had expected to see anger there, or disappointment at her plan to strip Kara of her powers having failed, but instead she caught a flash of – could it be relief?

- before her cool mask of schooled indifference slipped back into place.

She tried to tell herself that it was just relief that the punch hadn’t landed, but the excuse didn’t quite sit right. Something more was going on here...

‘Let her go Alex’.

Oh, right. She still had a fistful of shirt. Reluctantly Alex let her hands fall back to her sides and stepped back, watching with as much reciprocal indifference as she could muster as Lena straightened her clothes and tried to catch her breath. Without taking her eyes off the prisoner she backed out of the cell and locked the door behind her, then turned to hurry her sister down the corridor, away from prying Luthor ears.

‘Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t feel sick or woozy or anything?’

‘Nope. I feel great actually. I guess a long nap under sun lamps will do that for a girl’.

The tight band of terror around Alex’s chest eased a little, but she still wasn’t entirely convinced. It was just like Kara to try to downplay her own pain and lighten the mood, even at a time like this.

‘She still did something to you Kara. I checked your blood sample and there’s definitely something different. Well… I’m almost certain there is. It’s subtle but… I don’t know. I just want to find out for sure what was in it’.

‘We will. But I honestly feel fine now Alex, and she did save me, before she did… whatever she did. I’m not even sure she didn’t do it just to make a point. Maybe there wasn’t anything in that stuff at all – just coloured saline like she said’.

‘Oh come on, why would anyone go to all that trouble just to inject you with saline? No, she’s up to something. Something… Luthor-y, and we need to know what. I think we should keep her here until she starts talking’.

‘We can’t just lock her up indefinitely, and besides, whatever she did, I don’t think it was really dangerous. Lena might hate-’

Kara broke off and closed her eyes for a moment, struggling briefly against the pain the words clearly caused her, even after all this.

‘-she might hate me now, but she’s still a good person. She wouldn’t do anything that would really harm me, because that would hurt everyone in National City and she knows it. We have to let her go’.

Alex frowned.

‘I don’t like it, and I don’t agree with you about her still being a good person... But I do see your point. We can’t just lock the CEO of L Corp up indefinitely without serious repercussions. So we’ll let her go, for now. Just until we can prove whatever was in that stuff was harmful. And I mean it Kara, if she sets one toe out of line, or so much as looks at you funny, I will-’

‘Understood. And I agree. I want to solve this too Alex, I promise you. I just want to do it the right way’.

‘Urgh, you are way too good sometimes, you know that?’

‘That’s why you love me!’

Kara brightened, the pinch between her brows smoothing out as she grinned mischievously.

‘And why you’re buying me breakfast this morning. I’m thinking… pancakes. Or muffins? Ooh! Waffles!’

#supercorp fanfic #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp #Alex Danvers #Kara Danvers #Lena Luthor #my fic #I know this fic seems like it's going down a dark road #but honestly when the pieces all come together there will be more softness than you might expect at this point #angst with a happy ending but emphasis on the happy ending

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thiefbird · 3 months

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We are once more reading JSTOR for fanfiction purposes: I gotta know how long a medical degree took at Trinity in the 1790s For Reasons

#this trans stephen maturin AU has grown Backstory bc i cannot just Write it has to Make Sense #ive gotten attached to mona. a character without a last name and who is referenced like. twice #i have 6 pages of backstory notes #and much more in my brain. but i cant write them down until i know how long getting his MD took #aubreyad #aubreyad fanfic #aubrey maturin #aubrey maturin fanfic #jack aubrey #stephen maturin #its really helpful that he went to trinity tho. bc i went to trinity. i know Places.#i dated an enviromental biologist there too. which is funny. my mother commented on their similarity tbh. bc Z is also v autistic #but i know The Places. ive been in the Old Bits where he would have had classes(they dripped water on my head while i was Learning)#and i know how the city Feels. like. the roads.#fuck i miss dublin. i should go to bed befoelre The Crying starts #or find an article thatll let me read it #need to remember to beg my mothers JSTOR access this weekend

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rosakai · 25 days

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Me figuring out how to add Tears of the Kingdom events into my own post-BOTW AU fanfic timeline as I play the game:

#nintendo #video games #the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #lizzie plays tears of the kingdom #writing #my writing #my fanfic ideas #while also fixing the issues totk has on its own because oh boy there’s a lot of them #by providing SATISFACTORY answers that make sense to the game’s unanswered questions #been down this road before with the transformers movieverse #so it’s not the first time i’ve done this #my posts

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goldkirk · 10 months

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LOTR fanfics that have rocked my socks

@krowepoison, this one's for you!

Fate & the High King's Falcon, by Baylor

Pippin recovers from his injuries following the battle at the Black Gate.

life comes breaking in!, by InfiniteCalm

Frodo, in the blessed realm, writes a book.

This generates a lot of interest (from old friends and new).

title from quote from v woolfe's diary: "I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual"

These Thirteen Days, by Barrowight

While Frodo and Sam lie unconscious after their journey to Orodruin, the remaining members of the Fellowship encounter despair, conflict and unexpected mirth as they watch over their sleeping friends.

Reunion at Cormallen, by shirebound

Frodo and Sam’s first night awake at Cormallen, and an unexpected adventure with the Fellowship at Faramir's refuge. A more gentle, lighthearted tale.

Over Sea, by amaruuk

Frodo was given the gift of healing in the Blessed Realm. What happened to him, and those he loved, after the White Ship sailed out of the Grey Havens?

Mark of a Warrior, by starryeyedknight

Those Riders who had made up the honour guard of Theoden’s body from Minas Tirith sat about the main hall, breaking their fast as they traded quiet jests about the night before. Until they were interrupted by something very small, and very angry.

“Alright, which one of you colossal bastards," Merry demanded, waving his abused arm, “is responsible for this?”

After the funeral for Theoden, Merry wakes up to a problem experienced by many a young man after a night of heavy drinking. The ink on his arm doesn't appear to be washing off…

A White Coverlet to Cool a Hobbit's Toes, by claudia603

After the quest, Frodo observes snow on the top of the mountain. He remembers Caradhras and wants to experience it under better circumstances.

Reunion in Minas Tirith, by shirebound

Faramir and the hobbits reunite in Minas Tirith after Aragorn's crowning. An upbeat, lighthearted look at some Faramir/hobbit interactions in the following days. Amazingly enough, no one is sick, guilt-ridden, or in pain. Enjoy!

The Mellon Chronicles series, by Cassia and Siobhan

YEARS BEFORE there was a fellowship, at a time when the One Ring remained quiet and unknown in the possession of an unassuming Hobbit and the gathering darkness of Mordor had not yet made itself known to the world, there was an eager young Ranger and an Elven Prince.

Mortal and Immortal, the Elven Prince and the man who would one day be King of Gondor formed an unlikely bond.

Ultimately, their very survival may depend on not only the speed and accuracy of an Elven bow, nor even the swift sword of the Dunèdain, but on the strength and loyalty of the friendship they share.

Follow me away now, oh worthy sojourners of Middle Earth to explore the untold adventures of these early years....

Anastasis, by Chthonion

"Forgive me,” Frodo says in his accented Quenya, the syllables strange in his ears. “I—I have an old wound. It troubles me still, sometimes."

"It is I who must ask your forgiveness," says the stranger. "I believe I may be the one who put it there."

In Aman, Frodo and Celebrimbor and Finrod forge a friendship, talk about trauma, and deal with the fact that Sauron's ghost is haunting Celebrimbor.

#I'll add to this down the road #I went through the Post War of the Ring tag and I'm about halfway through the Frodo Baggins tag so I certainly haven't encountered all the #fanfics yet. I'm gonna have more faves soon I'm sure #hope you like at least one or two of these!#lotr #katie answers asks #fic recs

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lauronk · 3 months

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For the word game:

BUS

hahaha how did i know someone would send me this one lol and i am back to actively working on bus fic now that i worked jelly fic out of my system

because that word is in a super short sentence i'll include more than one:

"Dude, we made this whole trip already. On a bus. With strangers. I think we can manage a measly car trip."

#on the road again (there i go)#bus fic #i swear i'm working on it #i want the next part out by the end of the month #it just needs lots of rewrites #and i've kinda been Going Through It™ lately so i've been laying down and having internal crises a lot #but i'm upright now #fanfic struggles #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #wip ask game

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theyarebothgunshot · 9 months

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do i go to bed or do i rewatch the pilot episode of The O.C. for the 472734th time because it's the 20 years anniversary?

#retorical question #we're watching it #and i feel very old #cause i was a teenager when that show aired. and most teenage shows i watched aired when i was too young to watch them. but not this one #this one i was actually around the same age as the characters (slightly younger) which is wild but there it is ghdfg #and now we're 20 years down the road #feels fake but okay #this is one of thee most important shows to me cause it introduces me to fanfic so i will always love it dearly #ok rant over let's get to watching

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steddilly · 2 years

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Started writing a road trip fic with Steve driving and Robin navigating an R.V. with some of the kids while Eddie and Nancy drive a beat up van with the rest of the party and luggage in it.

But before I start actually writing, obviously I have to look up R.V. models from the 80s and which one has the best mileage per gallon. And if I’m looking at mpg I obviously have to read about petrol vs. diesel and the benefits, and of course how much fuel cost back then.

You know, stuff that will actually be in the fic and not just pages of knowledge for me to write a realistic trip about all these teens who just survived hell and deserve a break. Mhm.

(Eddie and Nancy are driving together so he can help her come to terms with her crush on Robin, and Steve and Robin are driving together (besides the obvious reasons) so she can help him come to terms with his crush on Eddie).

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imgeekgirlfan · 7 months

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Down The Road (F1 x Reader) SMAU Season 1

>> Down The Road 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

➡ Previous Part : Next Part

Taglist: @raizelchrysanderoctavius , @laura-naruto-fan1998 , @jpg3 , @tsukishimawhore , @minkyungseokie , @roseseraj , @bbhyuneee , @omgsuperstarg (If you want to be added in this fic, just tell me in reply )

A/N : I'm trying to write in time for the #QatarGP because I want the storyline in Part 2 to continue in real-time (spoiler alert: from Episode 3 onwards, there will be a one-year time skip). I hope you enjoy the racing and the fic too. If you do, don't forget to like and reblog. It's great encouragement for me, who has been sitting with a sore back at the computer for hours to write this SMAU fic

note ; age-gap, a bit of mentor/student relationship

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Season 1 : ── 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐬 ── (Lewis Hamilton x Reader) S1 : E02 𝐾-𝑝𝑜𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟

Beyond the thrilling competition on the F1 track, the off-track relationships of F1 drivers have also become an exciting topic for fans. That's precisely what's happening with Y/N, a rising star in motorsport, whose relationship with Lewis Hamilton, a seven-time World Champion, is being closely watched. Is it real, or is it just a theory from fans? It's a tough question to answer definitively, as only they can shed light on the situation.

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Source : GQ Sports (On YouTube)

On this episode of "Actually Me" Formula 1 driver Y/N goes undercover on the internet and responds to real comments from fans on Twitter, Instagram, Wikipedia, Reddit, YouTube, and TikTok. How does it feel to be the only woman racing in Formula 1 today? How does she handle the pressure of competing in a male-dominated sport? Which driver is she closest to? And the most pressing question everyone wants to know : What is the true nature of her relationship with Lewis Hamilton? Are they friends, colleagues, competitors, or something more?

For this final question, she simply laughs and replies cryptically, “You guys should ask him (rather than asking me), because I’m curious too.”

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Source : Formula 1: Drive to Survive (On Netflix)

In the show “Formula 1: Drive to Survive” Lewis Hamilton finally opens up about his relationship with Y/N for the first time after it became a hot topic on Twitter world recently. Hamilton said “It’s hard to explain, but we have a very special bond because we’ve known each other for a long time,” He further defined her as the ‘special one’ in his life, yet he still remained enigmatic regarding whether their relationship contains romantic aspect or not.

Additionally, he delves into their personal closeness, mentioning that Y/N is very much a Gen Z personified, enjoying Twitter and often sending funny memes to everyone. He humorously reveals that she sometimes replies to him "OK Boomer," when he doesn't quite grasp the memes she sends.

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Source : Lewis Hamilton's Instagram Story (update)

Lewis Hamilton posted a picture of himself wearing friendship bracelets and tagging @Y/N on Instagram Story before deleting it 11 minutes after

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Source : Twitter (update)

Rumors about a romantic relationship between Y/N and Lewis Hamilton started circulating after a Twitter exchange between the two, leading fans to speculate and gather evidence suggesting they might be dating.

This wave of speculation has received both positive and negative reactions from fans. Some fans disagree with the dating rumors, while others support them. drawing parallels to the F1 version of Tom Holland and Zendaya

While the rumors have been hot topics among F1 fans on Twitter, there has been no confirmation from either Y/N or Hamilton.

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Source : Y/N’s instagram (update)

"Get in, loser We're going to do hotlap"

Y/N posted on Instagram that she will be doing a hot lap for the team's VIP guest in #QatarGP There's speculation that the guest might be a fellow racing driver like Alex, Albon, or George Russell, especially after she previously did a hot lap with Russell without any sign of Lewis Hamilton

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Source : Lewis Hamilton's instagram (update)

"Ready to go with the winner @Y/N"

Lewis Hamilton posted on Instagram, confirming that he is the VIP guest who will get a hot lap with Y/N. Followed by a massive response from fellow F1 drivers and fans who are closely watching their relationship.

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Source : Y/N and Lewis Hamilton's instagram (update)

Y/N and Lewis Hamilton have arrived at the Lusail International Circuit to prepare for the #QatarGP race tonight. The media has been informed by their respective teams that there will be no interviews or comments regarding the rumors about them. They will solely focus on their performance in this race.

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Source : @PopBase

Reportedly the famous spanish singer Úrsula attended the Formula 1 race at #QatarGP amidst fresh rumors among fans that she might be rekindling her relationship with Y/N. This comes after her recent divorce from the Hollywood actor last month.

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𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙 (in the next chapter)

If you like it, don't forget to like and reblog for me.

Cr.https://x.com/PopBase/status/1708629114025116047?s=20https://twitter.com/GridRivalhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b025AznQiGk&ab_channel=GQSportshttps://www.instagram.com/p/CyBimW-Ocyr/

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babyblue711 · 8 months

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Will fic; 8 (ask game) 💗

Hi Anon,

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Well- yes. Having never written a fic before, I pulled a lot from “real life” inspiration. The Jeep dream from Part 1 is a real life event (it wasn’t a dream LOL). And some sections are embellished based on real events but other parts are also very real. It was a therapeutic story to tell, in a way.

Thanks for your question! 🥰

Link to the ask game here. 💙

#ask game #6 hours driving down and like 5 more to go #ya girl is tired of this road trip home #ewan mitchell #will salad days #will salad days fanfic

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mandareeboo · 10 months

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Title: Bean Up and Down That Road

Summary: Sometimes, being a queen means getting shot in the left tit.

Excerpt:

I need a knife, she realizes. I'll die if I don't get the bullet out. "Move," she slurs, headbutting Elfo next. "Need a... I need a..." "Yeah, you need a nap," Luci counters, dangling a pot over her head. Is he pulling a backstab again? "Save the violence for after the organs stop rupturing, alright?" He upends it over her open face. It's not hot, but damn does it sting her eyes. She tastes Mary's sleepytime tea and chokes. They could've at least stirred in some damn whiskey. Damp hair flips inelegantly around her face as her struggling softens. "I gotta..." she wheezes. "Relax, Beanie, I gotchu." Thick, meaty hands hold hers tight as the tea takes effect. Zøg's chin is wobbling, but only a little. "Just go to sleep. I'll be there when you wake up." Bean, woozy from blood loss, manages to say, "Don't tell me what to do, you're not my dad," to her Actual Literal Dad before passing out.

Me, binging all of Disenchantment in three days: I am very normal about this show

Me a week later, six-thousand words in hand: Yup. Totally normal.

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#Disenchantment #Disenchantment Fic #Disenchantment Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Bean Up and Down that Road #Tiabeanie Grunkwitz #King Zog #Oona #Derek #Jasper #Elfo #Luci #Alva Gunderson #Odval

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teegeeteegee · 11 months

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I finished the Luaisy fic I posted a snippet of, and now it’s available on AO3.

Right now, I’m taking a hiatus on fanfic writing and plan on being more active here on Tumblr. I know I said I was going to write a review on the Super Mario Bros Movie but dure to time restraints and hitting a wall, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get around to it. I may still do something regarding the movie, but I don’t think a full review is in the plans anymore.

#luigi #princess daisy #luaisy #luaisy fanfic #taking a break from writing fanfiction #struggling with what I want to do regarding the mario movie #no review for now #maybe somewhere down the road

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victorluvsalice · 1 year

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Valicer Polyship Week, Day Five: Dancing (Modern AU)

Day Five of Valicer Polyship Week, courtesy of @polyshipweek, and we’re back to the Modern AU Valicer Road Trip with the “Dancing” prompt! And just like the “Bed Sharing” prompt, my inspiration for this was a The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself gif (the exact one is in this post, but this one has the same moment in it):

Add in that I just love dancing for Valice and Valicer in general, and this was a shoo-in for a prompt. So here’s a rainy night maybe midway through the trip, with Victor watching some truly beautiful dancing:

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Victor had seen a lot of very talented dancers over the course of his twenty-three years. He’d even been tutored by a couple, hired by his mother to turn him into someone who could be seen at a high-class ball and not draw too much derision for his footwork. Hans and Nigel had been patient teachers, fortunately, and willing to overlook a few stepped-on feet and awkward stumbles into midsections, and thanks to them, Victor felt that he was at least passable on the dance floor. But he’d seen true masters of the craft all across England – ballerinas leaping across stages, so light on their toes they seemed to defy gravity; professional ballroom dancers twirling across marble floors, elegance personified as they waltzed in perfect time to the music; lords and ladies and other rich folk stepping skillfully through a complicated quadrille or indulging in a rather more spirited gavotte, showing off the talents wealth had bought them. He’d seen lifts and spins and dips and a dozen other moves he’d never be able to name without a cheat sheet, all courtesy of his mother’s endless quest to mingle and be seen mingling with the elite. He’d seen the best of the best of the best.

And not a single one of them held a candle to Smiler and Alice right now. His two beloveds were dancing together in the rain, lit by the glow of the travel lanterns Smiler had set up around their portable grill before the storm had rolled over them, soaked to the bone and not caring a jot. Alice’s hair glimmered in the cool light, sending droplets everywhere as she grabbed Smiler’s hand and twirled herself, while Smiler’s bright yellow contacts and matching tank top stood out like beacons against the darkness as they pulled her close for a playful dunk. Victor watched them from his position leaning against the front of the caravan they’d rented for their little expedition, stripped down to t-shirt and trousers, unable to take his eyes off the pair (save for when he had to wipe the rain out of them). The way they moved, without any shame or embarrassment, fluid in their not-giving-a-fuckery; the way their damp clothes clung to them, outlining Alice’s delicate frame and Smiler’s yoga-toned muscles; the way their smiles seemed to shine brighter than the lanterns, punctuated by regular fits of giggles as one or both of them slid in the mud and nearly crashed into the other – it all added up to the most beautiful sight Victor had ever seen. And to think – those two amazing, wonderful people love me, he thought, blinking a much different kind of wet out of his eyes. How did I ever end up so lucky?

Smiler spun themselves away from Alice, arcing their neck and throwing their hands dramatically over their head – before catching sight of Victor watching them. Instantly they were on the move, squelching their way over to him as quick as they could. “I thought you were inside!” they said, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. “Well, come on, don’t just stand there – plenty of room for one more!”

“You’re already wet – you may as well make the best of it!” Alice agreed, beckoning them towards her.

Victor laughed and allowed himself to be hauled into the middle of the impromptu dance floor, feet moving to a rhythm all their own as he joined their bacchanalia. Oh, they’d pay the price for this when it came time to go to bed – their wet clothes would take ages to peel off, the laundry bag he’d left on the floor would start to smell, and they’d have to play rock-paper-scissors for the tiny shower again – but that was a problem for the future. Right now, Victor just wanted to enjoy the best dance he’d ever had.

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