#elu fic covers

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Switching gears, today we’re featuring Heated Rivalry written by Beulaugh (@if-music-be-the-food-of-love), art by Polaris-artwork. A rivalry AU in the competitive world of music.

Beulaugh what was your inspiration for this story: My fic is inspired by the book Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid. The novel follows two rival hockey players who fall in love after 7 years of secret hookups. I’ve read the book 3 times in the last year, including when I was on my SKAM pilgrimage in Antwerp and Oslo, so I wanted to bring the two worlds together. Since I know nothing about hockey, I moved it to a world I do know--classical music.  The story covers 7 years, beginning when Sobbe are 16/17, both French Horn players. The whole story takes place in the music world--from high school to the conservatory to their future careers.

Polaris-artwork what inspired your art: I love how it's a story about horn players and I love how ELU makes a cameo. 

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[allthatglittersisnotgoldrush]

The Road So Far: A Brief Summary of the Gold Rush AU (Part I, by TolkienGirl)

Recently a reader brought to our attention the need for a succinct narrative summary of the events of the AU. In addition to compiling that (please see Part I, covering the "pre-series" timeline through Maedhros' capture), we refer you to our Wordpress, which includes a timeline and an organization of our first four "Series"... that is, the order of chapter fics and one-shots, vignettes and flashbacks etc., into plot arcs that could roughly provide the basis for "All That Glitters," the prestige TV show.

EVENTS OCCURING PRE-1851

 [Stories detailing these events are sprinkled throughout the chronological timeline]

The pre-canon timeline begins in the late 1700s/early 1800s when Finwe, a talented metalworker, emigrates from Ireland, settles in Philadelphia to work in the steel-business, and marries Miriel (whose mental and physical health are precarious). Feanor is born in 1807, when Miriel dies in childbirth. Finwe, a Catholic, marries Indis, an Anglican woman (whose family disapproves of the match) in 1808. Thereafter, Fingolfin (1809) and Finarfin (1810) are born.

When Feanor is going on eighteen, Finwe relocates to New York, where Manwe Sulimo is a rising politician. Finwe is interested in locally representing Irish interests. Feanor is apprenticed in Boston to Aule, a blacksmith, and meets Nerdanel (b. 1809), then a lonely girl in finishing school.

They are married in 1827, despite the disapproval of Nerdanel’s Scottish father (Mahtan), settle in the Hudson Valley on Formenos farm, and have seven sons: Maedhros (b. 1828), Maglor (b. 1829), Celegorm (b. 1832), Caranthir (b. 1835), Curufin (b. 1836), and twins Amrod and Amras (b. 1837).

Meanwhile, Finarfin elopes with Earwen in Ulmo’s Bridge (Missouri) in 1828, temporarily earning Finwe’s disapproval. Finrod is born in 1829, Angrod in 1833, Aegnor in 1834, and Galadriel in 1836.

Fingolfin marries Anaire (of French descent) in NYC in 1830. Fingon is born in 1831, Turgon in 1833, Aredhel in 1834, and Argon in 1837.

In 1832, Manwe’s older brother Melkor Bauglir (who inherited the family plantation in the antebellum South) visits New York, taking an interest in influencing politics. At a dinner hosted by Manwe, Finwe and Feanor encounter Melkor, and Feanor (being an abolitionist, naturally) helps Melkor’s slave Rumil, an accomplished mapmaker, escape.

Following his encounter with Melkor, Feanor’s paranoia increases, which leads him to be stricter with his children (especially Maedhros) and to secretly abuse Maedhros as a way of trying to teach him to endure pain. When Nerdanel discovers this, she puts a stop to it, but Maedhros develops an early understanding that he is to serve as a protector of his family, including his father, if need be.

In 1835, Finwe is elected to City Council in New York. In 1837, Feanor buys an additional home in the City to keep tabs on his half-family. In 1841, Rumil, who has relocated to California, has met a land-holder and cattle-rancher, Elu Thingol (a Spaniard, married to a Chinese woman, Melian). Rumil and Thingol have negotiated for Rumil to take over a property called Mithrim, which contains a diamond mine that Rumil thinks Feanor would be best able to help access and harvest. Feanor conducts a secret mission to California, reconnecting with Rumil, building the Mithrim bridge, and finding a large diamond. Suspicious of Feanor’s activity, Melkor visits Formenos in April (shortly after Feanor’s departure) and takes an interest in 13-year-old Maedhros. Without Feanor to manage the farm or provide for the family, Nerdanel and the boys endure a hard winter. Maedhros begins to develop a tendency towards disturbing premonitions.

Feanor returns in 1842, gifting the diamond to Finwe. Melkor, intrigued by the happenings out west, visits Doriath but is turned away after showing lecherous attentions to 13-year-old Luthien. He begins to explore the continental U.S. more broadly, and, in doing business with a former nautical mapmaker, takes an interest in his 18-year-old daughter Estrela (Arien). After Estrela refuses his proposal of marriage, Melkor has his protégé Mairon capture and torture her. Renamed “Belle,” she is then enslaved as part of a workforce that Melkor uses to advance his westward projects, supervised by a former plantation overseer of his, Cosomoco Gothmog.

In 1843, Morgoth’s steel manufacturing enterprise (one of his eastern ventures) is found to be corrupt and rife with worker abuse. He is recalled from his western travels and sanctioned. He is confined to house arrest rather than being imprisoned. Meanwhile, Feanor sends Maedhros and Maglor to be educated in the city, though he chooses not to send any of the younger boys, which negatively contributes to Celegorm’s self-perception. For the next several years, Maedhros struggles against the temptations of high society while Maglor begins a promising musical education/career. There is increasing unrest between Feanor and his half-family, but Fingon and Maedhros form a very strong mutual friendship.

In 1847, Finwe retires from City Council (with a ceili/party at Formenos). Maedhros meets Finrod’s friend Esther Landau, a young Jewish woman. Feanor and Finwe intend to have Maedhros fill Finwe’s seat on City Council, while Maedhros is more interested in proposing to Esther. In the end, neither event comes to pass: at the end of 1848, Maedhros rejects his grandfather and father’s plans, quarrels with Feanor, and privately breaks off his relationship with Esther without ever introducing her to his family. Just before this, Finrod departs on a solo western adventure.

Meanwhile, Melkor has been quietly released from his imprisonment. In addition to his frontier developments, which he has been remotely managing, he now advises Manwe and other council members. Feanor is aware enough of this to wish for Maedhros to help him investigate Melkor’s doings.  By 1849, Maedhros has sunk into a debauched lifestyle, which Fingon (studying to be a doctor under Olorin the physician) is largely unaware of but which Fingolfin notices and is dismayed by. Increasingly paranoid, Feanor threatens Fingolfin’s life after a tense spring and growing conflicts. This creates a rift between Fingon and Maedhros for a time.

In 1850, Melkor has Finwe murdered on the front steps of his home and steals the diamond. Feanor is convinced that Melkor had a hand in the murder, but is unable to completely convince Fingolfin. Maedhros and Fingon reconcile to an increased degree, although both still feel uncertain.

EVENTS OCCURRING 1851 – mid-1852 (“SERIES ONE”)

The timeline for the story officially begins in 1851, in New York. Finrod has recently returned from his western exploration, during which he befriended Beren, whose (now-extinct) tribe is indigenous to the Pacific Northwest, and who, some years before, met and fell in love with Luthien in Doriath. Still unable to seek justice for Finwe’s death, Feanor now wishes to move out west and join Rumil at Fort Mithrim. Feanor and Maedhros gain information from Finrod about the gold prospects in California.

Manwe selects Melkor as the spearhead of the western railroad expansion. Disgusted by this assignment of power, Fingolfin agrees to join Feanor in relocating. Finrod intends to go as well. Finarfin and the rest of his family stays behind, but Galadriel (Artanis) secretly stows away with Fingolfin’s train. Feanor, who is leaving first, has been entrusted with the money to procure wagons at Ulmo’s Bridge in Missouri, where Finarfin’s father-in-law Olwe lives. Nerdanel initially opposes the plan to go west, but is persuaded by the inevitable.

On the road, Feanor and his family encounter Gothmog, who taunts them with Melkor’s rising power and the diamond taken from Finwe’s body. Gothmog injures Nerdanel, which increases Feanor’s resolve to move quickly and trust nobody. In early July 1851, Feanor double-crosses Fingolfin and the townspeople at Ulmo’s Bridge, stealing enough wagons for himself and destroying the res, then killing a number of the town’s militia. He then escapes by burning the titular bridge behind them, knocking Maedhros unconscious when he (Maedhros) refuses to cooperate. Nerdanel, having refused to join in this plan, remains behind.

Now wanted, Feanor, Maedhros, and the other boys continue west, collecting new allies along the way, largely through Maedhros’ recruiting efforts. Celegorm engages in a skirmish that ends with a man being killed and a new manhunt being launched. Maedhros also barters sex for information with a string of barmaids and prostitutes along the way, including Melkor’s spy Thuringwethil, who assaults and scars him by way of claiming a “trophy” for Bauglir.

Rumil tries and fails to communicate to Feanor that increased hostility in the vicinity of Mithrim means it is no longer a safe place for them to join forces. Mairon has insinuated himself as a spy within Mithrim, for a time, and then massacred several of Rumil’s best men. An increased number of militia-men of unknown allegiance are also patrolling the countryside and harassing Mithrim’s inhabitants (who include natives tribespeople and former slaves).

Meanwhile, Fingolfin and his family arrive at Ulmo’s Bridge to find themselves betrayed. After seeing Nerdanel, who intends to return east to Indis, Fingolfin chooses to advance his course with a northward river-crossing. Turgon’s wife Elenwe gives birth to their daughter Idril on the trail, which causes the family as a whole to stop for a time (as autumn closes in). After leaving Elenwe and Idril with a settler family, Fingolfin’s company continues onward. They encounter a posse seeking to revenge Celegorm’s kill, which results in Argon’s death. Fingolfin’s company flees farther north and is caught in a Nebraska blizzard which takes Anaire’s life. While the rest starve, snowbound, they are rescued by Haleth (a native leader who works cooperatively with Thingol, and, unbeknownst to Thingol, with Beren) and her company, which includes Beren and Wachiwi, another native woman who forms a close relationship with Fingon.

Shortly before arriving in Mithrim (between Christmas and New Year’s 1852), Feanor and company encounter Mairon spying on them. After being taunted and questioned by Maedhros, he escapes.

At Mithrim, Rumil is somewhat reluctant to assimilate Feanor’s company. It is revealed that Feanor’s interventions in Mithrim’s development a decade past led to a falling out with Thingol of Doriath, specifically with respect to the diamond mine and the diamond that Feanor gave Finwe. Feanor returns to mining, and also begins to launch attacks on the railroad. Maedhros and Celegorm, on an exploratory mission, discover that the nearby Mount Diablo is being excavated.

Amid growing tensions within Mithrim in the late spring of 1852, Amrod decides to write to Nerdanel. Rumil attempts to mail the letter for him, but returns seriously injured/poisoned. Amrod then rides out himself. Urged by Maedhros and Amras, Feanor and his sons go to find him, but end up embroiled in a standoff with Gothmog at the Utumno headquarters of the railroad project. Feanor is mortally wounded by Gothmog. Maedhros leads the return to Mithrim, but after Feanor dies, rides out without his brothers to attempt to track Amrod down. Mairon and then Gothmog surround and capture Maedhros. Gothmog reveals that Amrod’s horse slipped down a riverbank, and he is presumed dead.

Maedhros is delivered to Melkor in “Angband,” the fortress built within “Thangorodrim” (Mount Diablo).

[fallinglikeafoolforyou]

Elu Fics as Book Covers (1/?)

Tempo // @surrealsunday

When Lucas Lallemant, rising film star and #5 in Celebrity Mag’s ‘30 under 30 Heartthrobs’, is outted after an unfortunate caught-on-camera make out session in a club, he decides, under the guidance of his agent, Arthur, that a PR relationship will help control the tabloid narrative and save his career. When Basile suggests his bestest buddy from a photography class, Eliott Demaury, a successful model in his own right, as the potential fake-dating candidate, Lucas is skeptical. But ok, so Eliott is pretty good looking and apparently willing. Fine. It’s an unconventional situation but it’s a solid plan that will benefit them both, right? And hopefully in the process Lucas will gain a good friend. And so what if he’s a little attracted to said friend? It’s fine. It’s No. Big. Deal. Nobody needs to know that but Lucas anyways. Everything’s fine.

[demauryss]

For the "I love you" drabble prompt - 15 or 16? Whichever you prefer :) And in Elu?

hello kaleb :)) first of all let’s ignore the fact that i didn’t ghost you for so long on this ask. second, i hope you like this literal word vomit. it’s quite different from the prompt but let’s just roll with it, yeah?

no 16. from ‘the way you said i love you’ drabble challenge

“your sun looks like a giant ball of goo, lucas.”

eliott giggles like a middle-schooler whose crush has just told he likes him; gleeful and somewhat incredulous all the same. there’s a leaf stuck in his hair, green like the shine in his eyes. lucas huffs out an offended breath, turning his paintbrush dripping with green colour in a threatening stance against his annoying boyfriend.

“shut up, eliott. art is freedom of expression, you just said so yourself.”

eliott chuckles, lazily drawing out a shooting star on the canvas in front of him. next to his, lucas’s painting looks like one a toddler would make on the walls of his home after discovering his siblings’ stash of colours and what not.

“didn’t know we have a da vinci on our hands,” eliott muses, the slender wisps of grass behind him slanting with the air that’s moving, before uprighting once again. “i’m proud you’re learning fast.”

“hmm?” lucas asks, missing whatever eliott has said before because he was busy comparing the green of the sun drawn in the middle of his painting to the grass behind eliott. “what am i learning?”

eliott inhales deeply, dipping a paintbrush into water before dragging it across his canvas. lucas watches the effortless swish and slick of eliott’s wrist against the painting, enthralled. when lucas does it, it’s like he’s carrying something weighing a tonne. it’s never this easy and the paint ends up looking plain ugly. but then again, it’s eliott he’s talking about.

“not everyone is going to like what you make,” eliott says, eyes focused onto lucas like he’s speaking of something beyond painting, “and it’s important to know that. as long as you yourself are okay with it, what others think shouldn’t matter.”

and lucas doesn’t like the sudden serious turn their conversation has taken. he isn’t good with emotions. or words. or drawing a fucking sun. the point is, lucas isn’t good at anything deep.

“so as long as i’m okay with my sun looking like a pile of goo, what you say doesn’t matter?”

eliott laughs loudly. his eyes are squeezed shut. lucas grins at his effort. if he’s good at something, it’s deflecting situations which make him uncomfortable; which include just about everything.

“i swear to god, lucas,” eliott sighs, eyes glinting, “but yeah, that’s about it. and hey, what do you know, maybe in some parallel universe there’s a sun which is exactly like the one you painted; green and - and not pretty?”

what! eliott didn’t - he didn’t just call lucas’s sun ugly! lucas gasps, offended, “i guess so. but in that universe you must have yellow eyes then.”

there’s a beat of silence too long for lucas to hold in his laugh at eliott’s expression. his eyes quickly flit to the large green blob in the centre of lucas’s painting, the circle of goo-looking mass giving rise to an incredulous look on eliott’s face.

“luca- what the hell?” there’s a frown eliott supports on which lucas can bet everything he owns that it’s utterly fake. eliott’s bottom lip juts out like a toddler (yes, the same one who’d paint on the walls). damn it. lucas won’t be influenced by a fake pout.

“stop it, eliott,” lucas whines, “i don’t know whatever has given you the idea that you’re real cute, but that pout won’t work on me.”

lucas pushes at eliott’s arm lightly when the pout still won’t drop. there’s a smile pulling up at eliott’s face, eyes curving into little lines with crinkles denting the skin underneath, “whatever has given me the idea? do you want a list or what?”

lucas narrows his eyes sharply, not liking the taste the words produce in his mouth, “there’s a list?”

“yes,” eliott says, crawling closer to lucas over the grass, “you. you’re the list.”

“oh my god, eliott!” lucas groans loudly, effectively hiding the heat of his cheeks and his burning ears by dropping his face into the curve of his elbow, “you’re so fucking cheesy!”

eliott scoffs. there’s a finger touching the shell of his ear visible behind his arm, “says the guy who painted the sun after my eyes.”

lucas can’t help his smile. he looks up, cheeks burning and all, stomach leaping with joy, “but you still love me.”

“that,” eliott sighs, finger tracing a curve on lucas’s cheek, tickling like the grass under the bare skin of his legs, “is fortunately true. i love you.”

lucas grins when eliott leans forward, pressing the warmth of his lips against the skin of lucas’s skin. “i love you.” lucas sighs when eliott moves over him, eyes a much different shade than what lucas coloured the sun with. but that’s totally on him,though. lucas is shit at painting.

“i love you.” eliott says, dipping his head down to meet lucas’s lips, nose nudging together when lucas turns his neck a bit, deepening the kiss. “ilove you,” he repeats. i love you. i love you. i love you.

the wind carries the words away to a distant place lucas would revisit in a minute or two. raising his hands, lucas steadies them on eliott’s chest, forgetting for a moment they’re in an open place. eliott responds by moving his hands closer, one touching lucas’s face. the other, in the wake of supporting his body, landing harshly on the blob of green on the page next to lucas’s head.

“fuck,” eliott quickly sits up, wrist covered in remnants of lucas’s masterpiece.

“eliott, my sun!” lucas whines, scoffing when eliott’s expression quickly transforms from mildly apologetic to smug once again. his smile, as it comes, is blinding, “now that’s what you call cheesy.”

“shut up,” lucas barks out a laugh, unexpected and light, like the sun above him - not eliott, the real thing, blob, whatever. eliott smiles, crawling forward and pressing his lips against lucas’s once again.

i love you. eliott must say at some point, the words engrained senselessly in lucas’s mind, but there all the same.

[ahomeganeyatsu]

"We are sometimes called the Nephilim. In the Bible they were the offspring of humans and angels."

—Hodge Starkweather, The City of Bones

[vexedtonightmares]

Hello! I finished SMIH not a long time ago and i love it so much! (even the angst REALLY killing me). I know that you wrote the lyrics and made the instrumental, and that cover of fifteen minutes if fame? you created that too? You surely have SO many talents i am in awe. I just wanna say thank you for writing all those elu fics. I love every single one of them. I'm currently reading the last one, the Hogwarts au. What a ride, thank you again <3

AHHHH thank you so so so much!!!! it makes me happier than you could ever know that people are still reading my fics years later :,))) especially smih that is my baby i put a godless amount of time and effort into that fic & the related aspects for literally no reason other than the fact that i’m genuinely insane hahahah 🤪 but thank you thank you i appreciate this message immensely & i am sending u so much love!! 💘

[ayellowcurtain]

Could you do an elu fic where Eliott is coming out of a depressive episode and wants Lucas to make love to him inside him because he needs reassurance that Lucas still wants him and finds him attractive even after being down for weeks?

Lucas keeps waiting for the time he’ll be able to see Eliott again, it’s weird to not live under the same roof as him. Eliott explicitly asked Lucas to stay away and Lucas shouldn’t take it personally but it’s hard when the person you love is looking at you like you’re the most annoying thing, triggering them into getting worse.

So he’s waiting, trying not to think about how Eliott is doing every second of every day.

The second he recognizes the phone number being from Eliott’s parents’ place, Lucas picks up right away, afraid of what he might hear. His brain always thinks of the worst-case scenario.

“Lucas?”

“Hi! Hi, Mrs. Demaury. Is everything okay?” Lucas pauses the movie he was trying to watch on his computer to distract himself.

“Yes, yes, sweetheart. He’s...still in bed but he’s been asking of you so I was wondering if you wanted to come to see him…”

Lucas lies on his bed, pulling his covers over his head. That’s all he wants but he doesn’t want to cross Eliott’s boundaries. What he wants and what his mom understands he wants can be two very different things.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

“Of course. I promise that if that wasn't the case I wouldn’t have called.” She sighs and Lucas finds a little bit of confidence in her tiredness. It’s horrible to think that but if she was overly optimistic he would feel that her call was just a big red flag, crossing Eliott’s wishes to get her way.  

“Okay. I’m on my way.”

Lucas closes his computer and rushes to put on some sneakers and a jacket, not carrying how terrible he looks with his comfortable sweatpants and an old hoodie.

He doesn’t care about the looks he gets while sitting on the bus, nervously tapping his feet constantly, biting his nails.

It feels like forever but it’s only been two weeks since they haven’t properly seen each other. Lucas thinks he might find a completely different Eliott even though it wasn’t that long.

“He’s taking a shower!” Lucas feels Eliott’s mom jumping a little during their welcoming hug, so excited with such a mundane task. And Lucas feels it too, looks at her, struggling to keep his tears. When Eliott is down, the very least thing he wants to do is take a shower. So this is great, amazing news.

“He knows that I was coming?” She nods her head, still smiling but clearly tired from stressing so much. Lucas steps aside, kicking his shoes off while she locks the door.

“I told him when I found him in the bathroom.”

“Do you think he’ll eat if I make us something?” Eliott loves Lucas’ food. He’s no chef but it’s one of their things, and Lucas is more than happy to cook for Eliott any day. And his mom is probably exhausted and in with no desire to cook - it runs in the family, the lack of interest for cooking - and she sighs so loudly, dropping her hands against her sides that it makes Lucas laugh.

“Oh my god. I know why he loves you so much.”

She puts her hand in his back and leads him to the kitchen, the fanciest kitchen Lucas has ever seen.

“Feel free to do anything you want, my love. The pantry is right behind that door,” she points to the big door right next to the industrial oven, “And I’m gonna get him some clean clothes.”

It feels like they’re planning a sad surprise, not sure how Eliott is but so excited he’s a little more responsive.

She runs around the place, grabbing clean clothes right out of the dryer, still warm and comfortable, and runs back down the hall, where Lucas can hear the water running, imagining Eliott having to lower his head to fit under the showerhead. Lucas misses him so much it feels like a first blind date that Eliott’s mom is setting for them.

He decides on some cheesy, delicious pasta that comforts him on his bad days. For once he can make it properly, using the expensive cheese he can’t afford but Eliott’s parents can. He makes almost the whole bag because he’s also starving and if Eliott doesn’t eat, his parents can enjoy it.

It’s so nerve recking that demands Lucas’ full attention, trying to find all the ingredients, trying to not let the pasta overcook and make it in the perfect time that when Eliott is done with his shower, the pasta will still be warm, the cheese will still be soft.

Suddenly, there’s a shadow next to him and he looks, finding the love of his life right there, leaning against the counter slowly like he’s sore from working out too much, unable to move normally.

“Hi…” Lucas tries not to be too loud but it’s hard when he’s this nervous to be around Eliott again, being seen by him.

Eliott smiles, his hair still damp and not brushed or styled at all, the tips falling forward a little bit, “Hello.”

“Are you hungry?” Eliott nods his head, looking at the pan, Lucas almost ready to turn it off and wait for it to cool down for a moment.

“A little bit.” His eyes are smaller than usual, a little bit red and puffy but Lucas doesn’t ask. Eliott wouldn’t be here, standing and talking to him if he was still angry. So Lucas does what he’s been desperate to do, holding the wooden spoon with his other hand so he can run his fingers through Eliott’s soft hair, putting it to the side so he can properly see his boyfriend completely. Eliott smiles and closes his eyes when Lucas slips his hand down, touching his still flushed cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”

Every time Eliott apologizes, his voice is so heavy with embarrassment, shame, and frustration that it makes Lucas want to hug him so tight and never let go. It makes him forget how hurt he was when they were fighting, every time.

“It’s okay.”

Eliott puts his hand over Lucas’ and slowly they put their hands down and Eliott moves on to do some other thing. Lucas follows him with his eyes to find his mom behind the island, setting the dining table for the three of them, clearly going a little too far with her limits but she’s looking at Eliott and she doesn’t find any extreme despair for sitting to eat with her and Lucas so she smiles and continues, always moving quickly.

They sit and talk while Lucas is putting his pasta in three bowls, two bigger than the third one and while he puts them all in front of each chair, Eliott’s mom rushes to the fridge to get them some cold water.

She acts how Lucas is doing with college and how is his mom doing and they make small talk over dinner, happy to hear Eliott when he makes a comment or two. Lucas starts gathering all the dirty dishes but she stops him, smiling.

“Please, don’t you worry about the dishes! You made us some delicious dinner, the least I can do is put this in the dishwasher and give you two the rest of the night off.”

Lucas looks at Eliott, worried he might be overstaying but Eliott smiles at him and gets up, grabbing Lucas’ hand so they can go to his bedroom.

He’s in awe that he’ll get to spend a few more hours with Eliott, probably watching some movie, with Eliott lying his head on Lucas’ chest but he’s caught by surprise when Eliott pulls him closer and kisses him the second they’re safe inside his bedroom, one arm going around Lucas’ waist, his long and often distracting fingers pressing against the small of his back under his shirt.

“Eliott…” Lucas hisses, feeling his whole body instantly respond, melting against Eliott’s touch, “We should...watch a movie.”

He tries to be rational but Eliott starts kissing his cheek, down his neck and it’s hard to say no to that, ever. Eliott lifts his shirt slowly and Lucas should keep his arms down, say they should just chill for tonight but he’s already shirtless, watching Eliott kiss his chest, his hand in the back of his neck.

Eliott walks them to the bed and Lucas lets himself be selfish, kissing his boyfriend until he gets out of breath.

He’s always with a one-second delay, still in awe that he has Eliott back, kissing his navel while pushing his pants down his thighs, carefully pushing down his calves. Lucas wasn’t expecting this eagerness and no matter how much he loves it, he can’t stop worrying that easily either.

“Eliott...Eliott.” He holds his face with both his hands, really needing a minute of actual conversation to make sure they should be doing this.

Eliott grunts, lying on top of him with his whole weight, pressing his forehead against Lucas’ chest before looking up. Lucas feels a little exposed being already naked with Eliott still wearing his soft sweatpants, lying in between his legs but it’s the type of exposure that feels like he’s in a rollercoaster, taking his breath away.

Eliott looks up at him and Lucas feels his own heart beating so fast, so happy to be with Eliott again, holding his hair to the side so they can see each other.

“I miss you. I miss us. I don’t want to lose you, for you to find someone better, who you’re attracted to and doesn’t give you more problems-”

Lucas pulls him up and presses their lips together.

“Don’t say that. You know it won’t happen.”

“It could. I’m a mess, Lucas, and you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He wants to say how he couldn’t care less about the rest of the world if Eliott is not with him but he’s faster, kissing Lucas again, pressing their hips together, pulling a moan out of Lucas.

“I want you, please. To feel that you still want me. No condoms.” Eliott pants against his lips and Lucas can’t control how it makes his back arch even more, looking to keep their bodies as close together as possible. He nods his head and rolls them in bed, getting rid of Eliott’s sweatpants and underwear too, needing to show him how crazy Lucas is about Eliott and only him.

[absynthe--minded]

Silmarillion Starter Pack: Quenya Names Edition

Continuing in the vein of yesterday’s recommended reading post, I’m going to try and break down Quenya vs Sindarin names - I know I use the former pretty much exclusively in fics about the Noldor, and I also know that tracking down each individual translation can be a pain.

Noldorin names are (so far as we can tell) three-parted, a little like Anglophonic ones, and each name has a different level of formality associated with it. First is the father-name, which is given to a child by the father and is usually the publicly used name. Second is the mother-name, given to the child by their mother and usually (but not always) associated with casual acquaintance or at least some level of informality. Mother-names can be prophetic in some way, indicating something about the child’s fate. Last is the patronym, which is essentially the family name, and denotes whose child this is (ex: Curufinwë Fëanáro Finwion). Sindarin names, as far as we can see, usually have two parts, the birth name and the patronym (ex: Legolas Thranduilion). Both naming traditions also make use of nicknames/epithets that can be used in place of any of those other options (ex: Beleg Cúthalion, Nelyafinwë Russandol). Generally, elves don’t have the same names if they belong to the same ethnic group, though we have one notable exception to the rule, which is that Fëanor (father-name Curufinwë) named his son Curufin after himself.

(Edit: I’m willing to swear that the patronyms are canon, but I don’t have a source immediately for that; I’m including them because they’re universal, but I cannot confirm with 100% veracity that they’re canonical.)

The names in the published Silmarillion are Sindarin names, except in a few cases. The Noldor who came to Beleriand translated their names into Sindarin, and that’s how they were remembered. Most of the fans tend to use their Quenya names at least occasionally, and personally I find the Quenya a lot more distinctive and easy to remember? But that’s a personal thing. Basically what I’m setting out to do here is detail if someone will likely be referred to with multiple names, and what those names are, so that people who need a reference guide have one. If a mother-name is not known, it’s omitted here.

Elwë Singollo = Elu Thingol

Curufinwë Fëanáro Finwion = Fëanor

Nerdanel Istarnië = Nerdanel

Nelyafinwë Russandol Maitimo Fëanárion = Maedhros (seen here with the epithet ‘Russandol’, indicating his red hair) Accepted fanon holds his intimate friends and family (mostly his brothers) also call him ‘Nelyo’, an affectionate shortening of his father-name. I’ll be including those intimate nicknames where they’re applicable. (edit: thanks to @epilepticgalahad for confirming their canonicity! I didn’t have the right volume of lore on hand)

Kanafinwë Macalaurë Fëanárion, intimate nickname Káno = Maglor

Turcafinwë Tyelkormo Fëanárion, intimate nickname Tyelko or Turko (the latter confirmed by canon, the former fanon-only) = Celegorm

Morifinwë Carnistir Fëanárion, intimate nickname Moryo = Caranthir

Curufinwë Atarinkë Fëanárion, intimate nickname Curvo = Curufin

it’s a very common fan theory that Curufin named his son Celebrimbor after himself, making Celebrimbor’s full Quenya name Curufinwë Tyelperinquar Curufinwion with his intimate nickname being Tyelpë. this isn’t canon, but it’s everywhere, and so it’s included here for simplicity’s sake

Telufinwë Ambarussa Fëanárion, intimate nickname Telvo = Amras

Pityafinwë Ambarussa Fëanárion, intimate nickname Pityo = Amrod. In the most widely accepted version of the story, which is different from the published Silmarillion, Amrod was originally given the same name as his twin brother, as you can see there, but his mother Nerdanel had a vision of his doom and wanted to name him Umbarto (“the doomed/ill-fated”). Fëanor objected to this, changing it to Ambarto (“uplifted/upward”). So Amrod could be called either of those things as well as the rest of his name. You may also see him and his brother referred to as ‘the Ambarussar’ or ‘the Ambarussat’ - the former is just Ambarussa but plural, the latter uses an ending meant to denote a matched pair of things.

Nolofinwë Finwion = Fingolfin. He has two possible mother-names, Ingoldo and Arakáno. The first mother-name is only present in a few early drafts and is of very dubious canonicity, the second appears later. If the second is in fact intended canon, it means that he named his youngest son after himself.

Findekáno Nolofinwion = Fingon. Fan theory likes to hold that his mother-name is Astaldo (“valiant”) since he’s called Fingon the Valiant very often.

Turukáno Nolofinwion = Turgon

Írissë Nolofinwiel = Aredhel

Arakáno Nolofinwion = Argon, the youngest son of Fingolfin, who doesn’t appear in the published Silmarillion but who is present in the drafts and who dies shortly after crossing the Ice.

Írimë Lalwendë Finwiel = Lalwen, a sister of Fingolfin who doesn’t appear in the published Silmarillion but who appears in the drafts and goes to Beleriand with her brother.

Ereinion Artanáro Gil-galad = Gil-galad, last High King of the Noldor, featured prominently in The Lord of the Rings. The published Silmarillion says that he’s Fingon’s son, and Christopher Tolkien himself admitted that this was an editorial error and that Gil-galad’s parentage should have been kept ambiguous. J.R.R. Tolkien wrote that Fingon had no wife or children.

Arafinwë Finwion = Finarfin. Like his brother, he has two potential mother-names, Ingoldo and Ingalaurë. The first is said to be shared with Finrod, the second appears only in very early drafts.

Findaráto Ingoldo Arafinwion = Finrod. If you have to pick someone to name Ingoldo, pick him; that’s way less dubiously canonical.

Angaráto Angamaitë Arafinwion = Angrod. ‘Angamaitë’ is his epithet, not his mother-name, which we don’t know.

Artaresto Angarátion = Orodreth. There are drafts where Orodreth is Arafinwë’s son rather than grandson, and so “Artaresto Arafinwion” is also canonical, but the most common interpretation that I’ve seen has him as Angrod’s son.

Ambaráto Aikanáro Arafinwion = Aegnor

Artanís Nérwen Arafinwiel = Galadriel. Alatáriel is an epithet given to her by Celeborn specifically, so only he uses it, and before she met him it wouldn’t have been used.

That about covers it, I think! I tried to indicate what was canon and what wasn’t, but if there are questions, feel free to ask me!

[youidiotprince]

ALT ER LOVE SERVER GIFT EXCHANGE: FIC SET

happy holidays @soluxogobsc! I’m so sorry for posting this at the last possible second, but I hope you enjoy these fragments of fic for your favorite evak pairings (evak, elu, and davenzi) during the holiday season, each echoing the one before, their love rippling across the parallel universes. you can read them all under the cut.

EVAK

Somehow, without Isak or Even even noticing, the holiday season had crept up on them and nearly passed them by. As soon as they started their winter holidays from their Universities, time lost all meaning to them, and suddenly it was the day before Christmas Eve and they hadn’t purchased a single gift or set out a single decoration. That evening, a bit in a panic, they divided to conquer; Isak hunched over the coffee table to wrap the gifts they’d bought for their friends and family earlier that day, and Even moved between the tree and the open storage boxes of decorations, trying to bring some spirit into their apartment.

Dispersed amongst the boxes were precious tokens of their five Christmases together, the odd bits and trinkets they’d accumulated over time, their shared life together viewed through this one time of year that meant so much to them. Even pulled ornaments for the tree from the boxes. Some were sentimental, like the strip of film Isak had gotten framed as a gift for their second Christmas together, stills from one of the many videos Even had taken of them over the course of their relationship; some were comical, gag gifts given to them by their friends; and some were just traditional, like the angel they would put atop the tree later. When Even found an ornament that Jonas had gifted to them the year before that he had forgotten about, a reindeer lifting its leg to pee like a dog, he turned to Isak, amused, ready to remind him.

“Isak, what is that monstrosity in your hands right now?” Even assumed it was the candle they’d gotten for his mom, since the package seemed vaguely cylindrical in shape, but it was buried in what seemed to be three layers of wrapping paper, all haphazardly crumpled around the object within, a few pieces of tape stuck on to try to pull it all together. Even’s eyes shifted to the three other presents Isak had wrapped in the last hour, each one worse than the last. “What have you done?”

Isak rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but Even cut off his reply. “How did I not know how bad you were at this?”

“I’m not that bad,” Isak tried to defend, but then he looked back to the gifts, the mess before him, and he saw it anew, as if for the first time. “Okay, maybe I’m that bad.”

“You’re absolutely hopeless.” Even’s lips were parted in disbelief, but they quirked up at the corners with amusement.

“Hey,” Isak warned, pretending to be offended. “I usually get help with my gifts for you, and you wrap ours for us. So, it’s honestly kind of your fault for trusting me.”

“Oh, it’s my fault? Really?” Even asked, voice teasing as he stalked towards him. Isak only nodded, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips that he fought to suppress. When Even reached Isak, he crouched in front of where he sat on the couch, their lips only a breath apart. “Are you sure it’s not just a little bit your fault for not disclosing your lack of gift wrapping ability?”

Isak shook his head slowly, brushing his nose against Even’s, raising his chin just a bit to look down at him.

“My bad, then. How can I make up for my grave mistake?”

Isak leaned into Even, closing the bit of space between their lips as the tension between them reached its peak. It was a short kiss, to both of their dismay, a quick treat before they got back to more pressing matters.

When Isak pulled away, he answered Even’s previous question by motioning to the supplies around him. “You can start by taking care of all of this.”

“We’re going to be up all night.” Even’s eyes drifted to the pile of unwrapped gifts next to Isak that he’d yet to even touch. Isak’s did the same. The clock was ticking, but when he looked back at Isak, whose eyes crinkled in the corners with his lingering smile, he couldn’t bring himself to dive back into it yet. The presents and decorations would be there in the morning. “Do you want hot chocolate? Let’s take a hot chocolate break.”

ELU

The first thing Eliott did when he woke up on Christmas morning was make hot chocolate, one for him and one for Lucas. He stirred the warm liquid with a candy cane and topped them both off with a big dollop of whipped cream. Mugs in hand, he bounded back into his bedroom, where Lucas still lay, duvet pulled up to his chin as his shoulders rose and fell in that slow, steady rhythm of sleep he knew so well.

“Lucas, wake up, it’s Christmas.” He set the mugs on the bedside table so he could shake Lucas awake.

“What?” The sound was thick with sleep and confusion, more groan than word.

“It’s Christmas! I’m bringing you hot chocolate in bed, and it’s Christmas!” Eliott sat on the edge of Lucas’s side of the bed, turning to coax him out of his sleep. He tangled his fingers in Lucas’s mess of hair and ruffled it. “Wake up.”

“Eliott, it’s too early,” Lucas grumbled, fighting to pull the duvet up even higher.

“It’s not even that early.”

“It is,” Lucas said grumpily, covering his face with his hands since the duvet wouldn’t budge from under Eliott. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”

“No, I left you a present under our little tree. Don’t you want to open your present?” Lucas had also left him a present under the tree, and maybe, just a little part of Eliott was so antsy for Lucas to wake up so that he could open his gift from Lucas. The anticipation had been killing him ever since Lucas kicked him out of the bedroom the night before so he could wrap it. Eliott liked surprises, both giving them and receiving them, but that didn’t mean he had the patience for them.

“The only present I want right now is more sleep.”

Eliott didn’t have to see Lucas’s face to know the exact pout he was sporting at that moment; it was one he knew well, the one Lucas used every time he didn’t actually mean it.

“You leave me no choice, Lucas,” Eliott said, sounding as if he really did regret what he would have to do. Because Lucas’s hands were still hiding his face and shielding his eyes, it was all too easy for Eliott to jump up from the bed and take the warm, cozy duvet with him. Lucas’s hands flew from his face to follow the blanket, trying desperately to grab onto it before it was out of reach, but the lingering sleep made his limbs too slow.

“Eliott,” Lucas whined, but he was finally wide awake and he was laughing despite himself. “Okay, but at least let me drink my hot chocolate in the comfort of my bed.”

Eliott gave in and dropped the blanket back over Lucas’s legs as Lucas reached for the decadent mug and cradled it to his chest. Eliott sat back down where he had been before and watched Lucas raise the drink to his lips, holding his gaze over the top of the mug. When he pulled it away from his mouth, there was a white line of whipped cream above his lip. It was too adorable and endearing for Eliott to resist, so he leaned over Lucas and pressed his lips to his, enjoying the sticky sweetness of this kiss. Lucas put the mug back on the table before sliding back down into the bed so he was lying flat, pulling Eliott with him. There was a fleeting moment in which Lucas thought he had won, that Eliott would come back to bed after all, but before he could properly process that thought in his love drunk haze, Eliott was pulling away, was standing up, was grabbing Lucas’s hands and dragging him along with him.

“Not yet,” was all Eliott said before he walked out to the living room of their apartment, Lucas begrudgingly following after one last exasperated sigh.

DAVENZI

“David, no,” Matteo grumbled with an exaggerated sigh as he tried to resist David tugging him to his feet to follow him to the kitchen. David’s sister had spent the entire afternoon baking cookies, and she wanted the boys to help her decorate them. David couldn’t say no to her, but grumpy Matteo, who had only gotten more and more comfortable around David’s sister, didn’t seem to have the same problem. So far, asking nicely and using sheer force had not been working, so David made one last attempt to motivate him.

“Why don’t you want to? Are you scared your cookies won’t compare to mine?” David taunted, hoping to strike Matteo’s playful competitive nerve.

“Please,” Matteo huffed, feigning indifference, but David noticed the way he sat up a bit more, like maybe he was giving in.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed that I’m better than you.” David leaned closer to Matteo, raising his eyebrows in a challenge.

Matteo squinted one eye at him before leaning forward too, meeting him in the middle. “How are we doing this then?”

“We’ll each decorate a batch, and then my sister can be the judge?” David offered, pulling away to consider.

“Won’t she be a bit biased? Is that really fair?”

“If anything, she’ll be biased towards you.”

“Oh, good, sounds fair then,” Matteo said, smug. “Let’s go.”

“There you guys are,” Laura said, turning at the sound of their continued teasing. As always, she was listening to music as she cooked, singing along to some traditional Christmas songs this time. “I was starting to get worried.”

Matteo sat on the kitchen stool and rested his head on David’s shoulder as David filled Laura in on their little competition and her role as the judge. She adored the idea, mostly relieved that she wouldn’t have to do the decorating alone after all. She had already mixed a few colors of frosting and put them into frosting piping bags, and she’d also laid out a few different kinds of sprinkles. David and Matteo each set a tray of cooled cookies in front of them, but didn’t start decorating right away.

“Should we start?” David asked. Matteo shrugged as Laura said they should, and so they did.

There was only one piping bag for each color of frosting, and somehow one of them always needed the color the other was currently using, which led to bickering and attempts to steal the bag from the other’s hands, followed by fits of laughter as the commotion would cause the other to mess up, squeeze too much out at once or miss the cookie entirely. The efforts to sabotage only increased as they finished more and more cookies, “accidental” shoves or elbows to the ribs turning to blatant attempts to throw the other person off when they were working on more intricate details.

Once, without thinking, Matteo smashed his hand onto one of David’s already decorated cookies, which successfully rendered the cookie useless in the competition, but it covered his palm in red and green icing, which David thought was the funniest thing until Matteo smeared said palm across David’s cheek, leaving bold streaks of color there. When David made a move to grab one of Matteo’s cookies, no doubt to smush it on his face in return, Laura saw the impending food fight and intervened.

“Okay, okay!” she called, reaching in between them. “Time!”

“What do you mean? This wasn’t timed,” Matteo said, but Laura just shrugged.

“I’m the judge. Time’s up.”

Matteo and David surveyed the damage, and they hardly had one decent cookie between the two of them. There was no way Laura could pick an honest winner.

Still, after a few seconds of examining the trays, Laura decided, “Matteo is the winner.”

“But he cheated,” David countered, motioning to his cheek.

Laura laughed and corrected, “You both cheated. You just got the worse end of the consequences.”

“I knew I would win,” Matteo said, beaming.

David pretended to pout, refusing to look at Matteo as he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.

“Hey, you have a little something right… there,” Matteo teased, licking his finger and swiping at the frosting on David cheek.

David tried to shrug him off with a yelp before he leveled him with a glare that lacked any real intensity. “You’re not funny.”

“And you’re not so better than me after all.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” And of course he didn’t. This was precisely what he loved about him.

[skambigbang]

Today we are featuring a love (and marriage) at first sight ELU fic written by @kissjane with art by cesarcomicx who created this lovely cover art of Eliott and Lucas!

The Skam Big Bang is a fandom event that pairs writers and artists to create a 10K+ story and artwork inspired by it. Every year we’re graced by an amazing wealth of creativity in the various pieces of art and this year was no exception! Though the bang is officially over, we’re gonna be highlighting the artwork and their stories over the next few weeks as we put out a call for new mods to carry it on! Enjoy the eye candy, check out the stories and show our artists and writers some love!

Go check out 'To Have and To Hold' here!

[sandalwoodhusbands]

Hey ro! This must sound a little weird but I am new here and I just wanted to know if you know some cool blog around here I could follow? Preferable about skam france?

hello!!!!! first off, welcome to the tumblr part of the fandom! as for for my favorite blogs:

@lifeisevak - absolute legend, she's an og fan too and her tags are *chef kiss*

@jebentnietalleen - she has really cool inputs about the show and is constantly missing axel auriant (i relate)

@eliotts-eyes - ayeeee if you ask her nicely she might post her cover of i love you on the piano 👁️👄👁️

@mabubblebulle - ADORABLE elu doodles 🥺

@xiaojayss - uh her fanart is fucking breathtaking it's 100% worth the follow

@04hands - tss this bitch is too fucking funny for his own good and his edits are hilarious

@eliottdemmaury - she posts very nice and soft content 🥺🥺🥺 it's 100% a drama free blog

@sunshineyou27 - this is the (un)official sm content blog. seriously anything you wanna see about the cast, it's posted there

@demaury - her edits are always god tier + pretty gifs and a lot of salt but in a good way

now as for some additions that i don't know that well but i know are amazing: @choupiauriant @alexauriant @bethisneckdeep @spiritinanitecap @monmecc @flying-elliska @nachtumringt

~ then there's the fic writers part of the fandom which is a category in its own so if you want some of those let me know! and again, welcome ❤️

[kissjane]

I always get excited to see any new Elu-fic from you on Ao3, you've really become one of my faves :3

Aww, thank you, that is so sweet! 💙

I am currently working on a few fics, so maybe I’ll have a new one up for posting soon.

In the mean time have this (and let me know what you think, because I’m unsure about this whole story):

“Listen, uh, we’re gonna have to stop doing this,” Lucas said while pulling on his jeans.

Eliott didn’t answer, and Lucas glanced back towards the bed.

Bad idea, Lucas, he scolded himself silently, looking at Eliott’s naked body, languishing lazily and satisfied, a thin sheet doing a poor job of covering him. Eliott was always beautiful, but like this, he looked ethereal. His skin flushed, his hair damp and tousled, his eyes bright. Lucas took in the mouth-watering sight, the shadows playing over Eliott’s chest, one of his long legs dangling out of the bed.

Lucas averted his gaze, and repeated: “We need to stop seeing each other like this, Eliott.”

Eliott hummed non-committally.

“Sure, Lu.”

Lucas bit his bottom lip. He knew he’d said this before, although the last time had been a long time ago, more than two years, right when they first started this. But he really needed Eliott to understand it this time, or Lucas would really go insane.

It would have been a lot better if they never started with whatever they were doing, but he was three years too late to undo it.

The hooking up had started not long after their break up.

A little bit over three years ago, Eliott and Lucas had met in high school, and they’d had a few intense weeks of flirting, kissing, circling each other’s orbit in fascination. Lucas had thought they’d been together, even introducing Eliott as his boyfriend to the gang, and telling his mom about Eliott.

His last perfect memory had been a wonderful date on a houseboat on the Seine, doing nothing but eating weird food – Eliott was known for his insane flavour combinations –, talking for hours, getting high on weed and champaign and love, and most of all enjoying each other in the best possible way.

But a few days after that, Eliott had been hit with a manic episode – Lucas had not known about Eliott’s mental illness until then – and when he’d arrived back in school a week later, he’d broken up with Lucas. Lucas hadn’t understood, he had known Eliott’s feelings for him had been sincere. Their time together had been too perfect to be a lie. However, Eliott had told Lucas he’d cheated on him with his ex-girlfriend Lucille during his episode. Lucas supposed it was karma coming back to bite him in the ass, to be cheated on with the girl Eliott had cheated on with Lucas. Lucas had been willing to forgive him, but Eliott had refused to listen, and claimed he’d made his choice.

It only had lasted for a few weeks before Eliott and Lucille had broken up again, but by that time Lucas had needed to guard his heart. Somehow, however, Eliott had become a part of the gang, and Lucas and he had become friends.

And that’s how they should have stayed – but didn’t.

Eliott had been Lucas’ first, and one night after the gang had been out, they’d drunkenly ended up in bed again. Lucas had missed the feeling of being cherished, and cared for, and Eliott knew his body. It had been good, and Lucas had almost managed to convince himself his heart hadn’t been involved. Still, he’d left after the act, and Eliott and he had agreed it was maybe not a mistake, but definitely not something they would do again.

The first few months, it had been like that. They’d tried to stick to their word. But then they’d get drunk or high enough to tell themselves they didn’t know better, and end up in Eliott’s bed.

And after a few times, they didn’t need the excuse of substance abuse anymore to trick themselves. One evening, Eliott had called Lucas asking him to come over, and Lucas had known exactly what Eliott was suggesting. He’d debated with himself for all of five minutes, and then he’d hurried over as fast as he could.

It’d become a regular thing after that, always at Eliott’s flat, mostly at Eliott’s insistence, although Lucas had come over uninvited a couple of times too, when the urge became too heavy to ignore.

Lucas never slept over, no matter how late it was, or how cold outside, or how much Eliott begged. He knew he’d not be able to leave if he woke up in Eliott’s arms again.

It was the best and worst thing in Lucas’ life, this thing with Eliott. They were good together. Even their first time, covered in paint in their old high school, which by all rights should have been messy and awkward and at best lukewarm, had been so incredibly good. They fit together, their bodies seemed to know what to do, and over time they’d only gotten better.

Lucas hadn’t dated anybody since Eliott. He’d kissed the occasional guy, been set up on a few dates, but nothing ever stuck.

The gang kept teasing Lucas, kept telling him he needed to get laid more often. Eliott laughed right along with them, kept talking about how he’d had great sex the other night, describing how he’d had an awesome blowjob, or how he’d managed to make his partner come three times in a row. Lucas would listen to Eliott describe their nightly escapades to the gang, pretending it had been with his latest date, and he hated it. The gang would only tease him more whenever his blush crept up, and Eliott would lean back, satisfied.

Eliott on the other hand had been dating non-stop. He’d stayed single for a few months after Lucille, but after summer, when he’d started university, he’d been going for it. He just went from one person to another, never staying long, never getting invested.

He sometimes joked to Lucas that his longest relationship was with Lucas.

Lucas didn’t think it was funny.

In fact, Lucas hurt at that.

But Lucas only had himself to blame.

He was brought out of his trip down memory lane by Eliott, stretching out on the bed.

“You sure you don’t have time for round… what would it be, Lu? Three, four?”

Lucas sighed as he tried to find his socks.

“I’m serious, Eliott. We gotta stop this.”

[fallinglikeafoolforyou]

Elu Fics as Book Covers (3/?) 

a rose, by any other name // @flying-elliska​

Eliott Demaury has been on the run for the past eight years of his life, but he's tired of running.

He lives in a world where Gods take human vessels, and on his eighteen birthday, he was marked to be the reincarnation of Hades, God of the Dead. His mother, foreseeing what a terrible toll it would take on her son to have to live in the Underworld for the rest of his life, a place without sunlight or change, sacrificed himself to hide his powers from the Fates, the terrifying entities who handle all the Gods' business on Earth. Before dying she told him one thing : don't look for your Persephone, because once you find her, you will not be able to resist your calling.

And ever since then, he's been working as a lowly exorcist, casting out the restless dead instead of guiding them. But this loneliness is, well, killing him. So he decides to take a job in New Athens, in the anonymity of the big city, for a rich CEO who has a ghost problem.

He tells himself that one night at a club can't hurt that much, right ? And after that he will be too busy, anyway...

He should have known. Fate always finds a way.

[brieflygorgeouss]

elu fics masterlist 

by popular demand...it is here (will be edited in the future)

one-shots:

for you i have so many words (ao3 | tumblr)

Lucas first plays the piano when he’s six.

It’s one of those things you learn once and then never really forget. Let it into your heart and it never leaves again.

you strike a match (ao3 | tumblr)

”What are we doing,” he breathes around his own smile, into the small space between them, barely there and not like a question at all. It comes out quiet, like he’s making sure of something. Falls into the night where nobody else can hear it.

”Kissing,” Eliott says, sounding breathless, and relieved, and like he’s high on it. He sounds like Lucas is feeling. ”Kissing.”

thinking thoughts of you and me (ao3 | tumblr)

They are supposed to write about what they're most scared of.

Which is — great. As if Lucas didn’t dislike literature enough already.

trace the fine lines (ao3 | tumblr)

(for the prompt “i need help”)

See, Lucas doesn’t know much about Beautiful Boy. He knows his name is Eliott, and guesses he is an art student because he sometimes comes into the coffee shop with art supplies peeking out of his bag or with his fingertips stained with ink. He wears weird patterned shirts or the immortal brown-orange jacket when the weather gets colder. He has a nice voice that makes Lucas think of sunlight, warm and golden.

And he’s the most goddamn gorgeous person Lucas has ever seen. So there’s that.

we glow like embers (ao3 | tumblr)

(for the prompts “i’m on my way” and “i love you”)

Lucas thinks about how Eliott’s eyes looked ocean blue in the light of the TV, thinks how his lips looked bright red.

And then everything goes pitch black.

a million bad habits to kick (ao3 | tumblr)

(for the prompts “you look like hell” and “i didn’t drive all this way to say ‘hey’”)

”Eliott?” Lucas picks up after only a couple of seconds, even though it’s a Friday night, and he sounds urgent but also like he knows what’s coming. ”Are you okay?”

Eliott only says, ”Um. I think so?” and then, ”Can you pick me up?”

They do that a lot. This is not the first time they’ve had this conversation, and not the second, and not the tenth. At the other end of the line, Lucas sighs, the sound heavy and cracking like electricity through the speaker of Eliott’s phone. ”Text me the address.”

Eliott does, fumbling with his phone a little. The knuckles of his right hand are an angry red.

will you go ahead (ao3 | tumblr)

(for the prompts “please don’t be mad at me” and “i think i’m in trouble”)

Lucas is in his first year, and his major is biochemistry, or microbiology, or something equally insanely difficult, anyway. He has a horrendous sense of time and no interest in literature at all, but, for a reason Eliott doesn’t understand, has to pass a literature class if he wants to continue his college education at all.

Cue Eliott.

suppose the world was not informed (ao3 | tumblr)

(for the prompts “calm down”, “i don’t feel well” and “look at me”)

Later, in Manon’s overcrowded apartment, after the night has grown heavy, Lucas spots him at the other end of the living room, holding a drink in his hand. Over the mass of people, their eyes meet. The boy lifts his glass in mock-cheers, then winks at Lucas, charmingly inept.

Lucas lifts his own glass to his mouth and doesn’t break the eye contact as he drinks, thinking, his heart pounding, look at me.

a catalogue of afternoons (ao3 | tumblr)

(for the prompts “i’ll keep you safe” and “i missed you”)

(Last time they were at the airport, Lucas kissed him.

Which wasn’t a mistake, but was not the right thing to do, either. It was stupid, is what it was. Eliott was going away for a long time, with his two giant suitcases and dreams waiting to be fulfilled somewhere else, and it was very silly, to try and begin something, whatever this spark in Lucas’s heart was, here in the face of so many things coming to an end.)

multi-chapter works:

things i forgot to tell you (ao3 | tumblr | chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 ongoing )

When it comes to sleeping with Eliott, Lucas is doing great, really. He’s got it covered. It’s good stress relief for him and an easy way for Eliott to forget about his own problems, and clearly, if there’s something in it for the both of them, then why not, right? Right.

Lucas is fine.

(And then it’s not that simple anymore.)

in my loudest tones (ao3 | tumblr | chapters: 1 | 2 | complete )

(for the prompts “please don’t do this”, “nothing is wrong with you” and “i’m a mess”)

According to the multiverse theory, besides the universe where Lucas’s family stayed together or where his eyes are a different colour, there also must be a universe where, somehow, Eliott loves him back.

buy me a coffee!

[squirrelwrangler]

@kazaera tagged me for this fic meme

Name:

heget in all online fandom spheres, what few places that is (with the sole exception that to my FC I am Deni but that too carries the Squirrel(wrangler) surname)

Fandoms:

There’s a serious divide between which fandom(s) I write for and which I read other people’s fics and collect fanart and read all the meta that I can find. The Silmarillion and Lord of the Rings to a lesser existent is my main fandom I write for, but I read (or read) Star Wars, Naruto, AltA, Final Fantasy (VII, X, XIV, and XV mostly), FMA, RuroKen, ASoIaF, Austen, WoT, DC (mostly Batfam-centric) to name a few. I write almost exclusively for the Silm but love fusions where I stealth crossover the other fandoms.

Where you post:

Tumblr first, especially the WIPs. Then to AO3. And cross-posted to Silmarillion’s Writer Guild but I rarely check in on that website because of lower interaction, inferior interface, and being off-put by the site culture. A few older fics are also on my mostly abandoned DW.

Most popular multi-chapter fic:

Looking at both kudos and overall hits, my first posted fic to AO3, Hold Fast Ere Night Comes, is still ahead of Of Ingwë Ingweron, but OII has more comments and is larger, structured more like a proper chaptered fic, and incomplete. Hold Fast Ere Night Comes is a multi-chaptered fic on technically of length, not for how it was posted or conceived. Eventually the really niche of niche OII will surpass it, I think, which is a little mindboggling.

Favourite story you’ve written so far:

The most popular two fics- the ones with at least a 100 kudos- are Whatcha Gonna Call It? and Tears, and I try not to resent them. Tears especially is short and funny. I wish I was more known as a comedy writer instead of my angst, so I’m glad that my most popular fics are the two most out-right jovial ones.

My Favorite Series is the Tol Sirion leading into Release from Bondage, and a part of me will always answer RfB to these questions because it was the first long multi-chaptered fic -and finished!, I covered a long time period and poured effort into it, it’s a slow-burn romance that resolves (and my first explicit sex scene), so it has a lot of weight in my heart.

The small fics focusing on Elu Thingol and Melian and their peaceful life before the Girdle (Lightning, Knife-sharp, walks in beauty, the artemisia plant) - and Family and Wolves- I love because I adore writing from Elu’s POV. He’s easy and enjoyable for me as few other protags are, I don’t trust anyone else to write him, the romance with Melian is brain candy, and I will blast from a megaphone to this fandom that there were stories to be celebrated in Beleriand before your favorite asshole land-stealing war criminals showed up.

Fic you were nervous to post:

The very first fic, In the Camps of the Bór, because it was the first time I was writing undeniably fanfic instead of original fiction (though a case could be made that I write for the Silm and write mostly original characters or the canon characters ignored by the fandom majority) and it was one of my first posts interacting with fandom instead of lurking.

Whatcha Gonna Call It, of all deepest ironies, was also one, because it’s definitely an AU and invented a child for a canon couple. And that it was a snapshot of something happy -a child’s birth- but that the undercurrents were about miscarriages and childbed death. And that the concept of Nómwen was so old, having hung around in my brain for years at that point.

How you choose your titles:

Usually a single word or phrase that sums up the theme or vibe of the fic, even if the connection only makes sense in my head. Sometimes I will take a piece of a canon quote. I like references to art pieces, and a few are song titles. (one is something I made up but thought it was a song lyric from a Childe Ballad and is thus aping it). In general I like titles that are two words with a connecting preposition or two- one could make a drinking game out of that tendency..

Do you outline?

Not really. The Silm fic stuff is normally too short to bother, and I rarely write it down. The longer fics or ones that I have the idea ahead of time I will have the general plot idea. What I often do is write scenes out of order, so with the multi-chaptered fics I am constantly reordering the prewritten pieces of scenes and then stitching them together with new material. Sometimes I write a paragraph of the summary of a preceding or following scene or scenes to remind myself what to write, but it’s never for the entire chapter. (These are usually present-tense run ons with purposeful lack of punctuation so I don’t confuse them with the snippets of scenes)

Complete fics:

If I limit to AO3 it’s somewhere around 80, I think.

In progress: 

Some are collections of short fics that I purposefully don’t tag as complete in case I want to add another depending on prompts, such as Book of Hours, Young Bucks, and In the Pines. As for other conventional multi-chapters fics still in progress: OII, Service, Cold Shower. And the catch-all of Red Hand Band Season Two.

Posted WIPs that I have active plans to continue at this time:

Technically all of them. But to be specific and order of priorities:

In Need of a Cold Shower, the horny-on-main Elrond travels to the Arctic with a couple that function as older sibling/family.

Service to the Dead, Ghost Buddy Cop Fic starring Aegnor and Gorlim, aka the Lay of Leithian from the undead peanut gallery

Of Ingwë Ingweron, aka how Ingwë becomes High King of All Elves, plus the development of elven society

Posted WIPs that I have given up on:

One day “Boromir and the Swamps” will get the second part. But it’s the least likely, followed by Ban and Aereth’s Second Age Adventure that leads to terraforming Numenor. Haven’t given up but they’re low on the docket.

As an idea that will take something unexpected to pull it from the giant pile of prelim worldbuilding and head canon to actual fic written on a page: Vagabond Gondor. It’s early Third Age as a setting, which means rereading and immersing myself in a new setting, plus the residual issue of RuroKen.

Exchange fics due soon/unrevealed: 

I don’t do exchanges.

WIPs that live in my fanfic folder and are incomplete and who knows when they’ll be finished: 

Giggles. Okay, something that has been started but I have felt a negative drive to go back and work on is “The Great Fever of Dorthonion”, the prequel to “Blood on Bone for a Lover’s Burial” about how Baragund and Belegund spent the summer with Andreth during a plague. It suddenly got too topical as a plot.

Hinnies and Mules, the Edhellos pillow-talk to Angrod about how the whole Aegnor/Andreth romance was an impossibility so stop angsting over it.

The Band of the Red Hand ensemble comedy fics - the camping trip that Faron regrets, the wedding that recreates The Hangover. Those are in perpetual “eventually I’ll write these”.

Coming soon/not yet started:

As a spite-fic to Maedhros/Fingon, any story starring Meril and her life in Mithrim before and after the Noldor arrive and her marriage motivated by politics and trying to keep the Mithrim Sindar alive and how who Fingon wants to be does not match who he is. Also the story of Urumarillo and how he demands a divorce from Maedhros after his death not because he blames Maedhros for getting him killed in Morgoth’s ambush but because Urumarillo lost his sense of self and ambitions and life outside of the husband he still loves because of Maedhros’ toxic family. Then once both those two fics are written, a small ficlet where Meril meets and instantly bonds with Urumarillo, who is her unofficial other father-in-law anyway, since Fingon and Urumarillo’s bond was decidedly a mentorly-bordering-on-father/son relationship.

Do you accept prompts: 

Yes, though normally the prompts I ask for and receive are characters to which I then build a story around instead of plot requests. 

Upcoming story you are most excited to write:

One day I will get to the OII Sequel that’s an AU where Elu and Ingu swap places and the Minyar Matriarchy. 

Tagging … hmm, who hasn’t been tagged yet? mutuals tag yourselves.

[choupichoups]

Do u remember writing a fic called Scarlett Letter? I know i know it’s been ages, back then we didn’t even know the main of the next season and that it could go so wrong..Ahh simpler times. the manuscript is probably covered with 10 sm of dust but any chance u could save those 2 from an endless groundhog’s day? I get that Elu should stay the way they are but can we actually get them together? Please?

I don’t know a scarlet letter sorry you have the wrong number 😌

Ok no but rly the fandom has been exhausting lately and i wanted to stay away or risk dampening my love for this show but i’ll eventually get my SL babies out of groundhog’s day HAHA