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Pinned by HiddenKitty for mithrilbikini (liasangria)
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types
15 Aug 2017
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A very, very long time ago I wrote a little something called Boots, in which Thorin, retired to the Shire, got "tied up" and properly fucked by his husband Bilbo. My lovely and much beloved friend Mith commented, noting that Bilbo at one point said “Not that we need them[restraints], given that you can pin me down with one hand.”.
She said, specifically: "and now i want THAT fic because i'm thirsty and gross :)"
Well, Mith's wish is my command. I had intended this to be ready for her birthday, but it... wasn't. I hope you'll enjoy it anyway, lovely Mithles, and thank you so much for your artwork and creativity and most of all for your friendship. I love you lots. :3
Thanks also are due to Ruto, Kelly and Yubi, for beta-ing, cheerleading, and other helps!
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Hobbit ficlets I've banged out that fall under 1000 words, mostly bagginshield - seems sensible to collect them somewhere. :)
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Inspired by this glorious comic by ruto, this is a sidestory in my Faunts & Satyrs series. It's not my finest work I'm afraid, but I'm desperately trying to get back into writing, so let's consider this a somewhat clumsy first step. My endless gratitude to yubiwamonogatari for the short-notice beta!
...It's summertime, and little Thorin keeps getting burrs in his fur.
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Bilbo gets sleepy at his yoga class.
This little ficlet was based on the sketch below in one of ruto's glorious livestreams and the conversations that accompanied it, with thanks to emsiecat, kettish, and everyone else who was there. :D
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In which the Dwarves are Satyrs, because Reasons by HiddenKitty
Fandom The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types
05 Jul 2017
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Ed isn't sleeping well.
Or: an excuse to have many long naps in the (formerly) great cabin.
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15 Jun 2022
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They’ve had The Arrangement for centuries now. Turns out Aziraphale’s been doing it wrong.
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An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually by TheLadyZephyr
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
01 Jul 2019
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Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.
The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.
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How Strong the Habit of Idle Speech by todisturbtheuniverse
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
23 Jun 2019
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Crowley attempts to sleep off recent events. It's a form of self-defense.
Aziraphale putters, and thinks, and finally acts.
Part 1 takes place between the bus ride home from the apocalypse and ice cream in the park.
Humans will go about and muck things up and perform minor miracles of their own, and that is still joyous, wonderful. Because Aziraphale loves humanity—more than he was meant to. It's not generalized enough, a kindly and paternal distance from them. It's up close and messy: he's coveted their food, glutted himself on their words, succumbed to the sloth of a long afternoon with their wine.
And still, it is not nearly as close and messy as the way he loves Crowley.
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Lost at Sea by Octobig for StarStrider
Fandoms: Divinity: Original Sin (Video Games), Divinity: Original Sin 2
23 Mar 2018
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Syl curls a little closer, twining her fingers in his beard and pressing her nose against his shoulder. “I love you,” she sighs over the rise of his breath, so low it can barely be heard.
It just sinks right into the steady stream of sound; the water against the stern and bow of the ship, the creaking of the wood, and the birds in the sky. All things she had to get used to, and here beneath her hands…
Syl sleepily rubs her head against the back of his neck.
The one person I love the most.
[Or alternatively: Syl wakes up one morning, and rides Beast under the rising sun.]