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Sawla-Hlytta by DachOsmin for greygerbil
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
22 Feb 2020
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The name of Faramir’s soulmate appeared on his forearm at midnight on his twelfth birthday, in the winter of the twenty-third year of Gondor’s war with the Horselords.
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‘Don’t fuck around, Munson. I see you looking at him. Whenever you’re near him, all you do is look.’
Eddie lifts his gaze to Billy, slow and level. He doesn’t want Billy. Billy is grey and gross inside, and worse, he’s dull.
But Steve…
Oh, he’s a prism.
He’s a glittering, gorgeous thing, catches the light and splits it. Uniquely bright and far, far beyond compare.
Eddie is full of wanting for him.
He always has been.
‘Your boy’s pretty,’ he says casually. ‘But I look at a lot of people.’
‘Funny, ’cause I only ever see you looking at him.’
‘Yeah, and? This shit’s top shelf. What, you gonna let me wine and dine him for an eighth? Don’t fuck around yourself, Hargrove. If you can’t pay, just say that.’
Go for the pride, just a little nick.
‘You can fuck him,’ Billy says bluntly. ‘You can fuck him while I watch.’
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Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn't even opened his mouth yet. That's got to be a record, even for them.
"I need a favor," he says at last.
"With what?" says Grantaire. "Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I'd be awesome at cults, I just know it." He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. "I love chanting, I look great in robes—"
(High school AU. Grantaire the disaffected stoner is pulled into a cause bigger than himself. Or: in which there are pretend boyfriends for great justice.)
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- Part 1 of World Ain't Ready-verse
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It’s been a hundred days.
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- Part 5 of author's favorites
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There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.
There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.