#february fic prompts

[pomo-positive]

Hello everyone! I had a new idea for a februari challenge 🌟

Within fandom, there’s a big focus on romantic and sexual relationships, in my opinion sometimes to the detriment of other types of relations. Friendships, familiar bonds, queer platonic characters and aspec characters more often than not get the short end of the stick in these kind of spaces. I fear this notion reinforces amatonormativity and makes fandom spaces less comfortable for aspec folks.

In fanfiction spaces, gen fics are a good way to filter out romantic content! I love ao3’s tagging and filtering system in particular, as you can look up fanfics that explore non romantic relationships easily. I appreciate the ampersand and slash differentiation.

I would like to take the idea of gen fics further, and develop the presence of non romantic or sexual relationships in fandom spaces more. For example, I want to coin the term “gen art”! This would be fanart, that much like gen fics, explores characters and character bonds that aren’t focused on romance. I think it would also be great to develop a tagging system for platonic bonds. Creating this type of language within fandom is the first step to changing the relationship hierarchy we so often see there.

For this challenge, the idea is that for every day you create a gen fan work inspired by the prompt of that day. This can be art as the name suggests, but any type of media is welcome! Fanfics, art, edits, poems, moodboards, photography, the sky’s the limit. Don’t worry about skipping any days or changing up the prompts! This is all in good fun ✨💕

You are very welcome to join in! Please tag your posts with #genartfebruari so I can find them and reblog them 💖 I will be reblogging all entries! I'm of course joining myself too 😊

Even if you don’t plan to join, I would very much appreciate reblogs as it would help spread the word 🙏

It would be really nice if we could make this into a solid thing together. We could have fun creating together, but also try our hand at changing fandom spaces to be more safe and comfortable for everyone ✨

The prompt list (text version):

1. Hug

2. Goodbye

3. Pets

4. Garden

5. D&D Party

6. Birthday

7. Plushies

8. Pride

9. Cosplay

10. Comfort

11. Stars

12. Childhood friends

13. Dancing

14. Love

15. Reading

16. Snuggle

17. Karaoke

18. Picknick

19. Texting

20. Rain

21. Road trip

22. Silly

23. Found family

24. Movie night

25. Missing

26. Gifts

27. Reunion

28. Sleeping

[gemhue]

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Prompt List for Femslash February 2025

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Dykes After Dark (NSFW) Edition

Day 1. First Time

Day 2. Fingering

Day 3. Friends to Lovers (Bonus points for childhood friends to lovers!)

Day 4. Nipple Play

Day 5. Femme 4 Butch (Or Fem 4 Masc)

Day 6. Cunnilingus

Day 7. Enemies to Lovers

Day 8. Sex Toys

Day 9. Femme 4 Femme (Or Fem 4 Fem)

Day 10. Strap On Sex

Day 11. One Night Stand

Day 12. Bondage

Day 13. Butch 4 Butch (Or Masc 4 Masc)

Day 14. Lingerie

Day 15. Only One Bed

Day 16. Blindfold

Day 17. High Femme 4 Stone Butch (Or Pillow Princess 4 Stone Top)

Day 18. Drunk Sex (Or High Sex)

Day 19. Married Couple

Day 20. Orgasm Denial

Day 21. Age Difference

Day 22. Sex in the Water

Day 23. Hate Sex

Day 24. Spanking

Day 25. Size Difference (Bonus points for fantasy/DND races!)

Day 26. Succubus

Day 27. Threesome (Or Moresome)

Day 28. Writer's Choice - Here's your free space to write or draw whatever you feel like!

Everyone is welcome to use this prompt list! Use it for fics, for art, or for whatever else. Go forth and create beautiful lesbian pornography!

[mispatchedgreens]

snow, day 6 of @radiantemperorweek

flesh of ice and bones of jade and a grief so deep it's unfathomable. a scene from @thestoriesthatweweave's fic 'a tapestry, unraveling'

[what-a-strange-creature--moved]

february writing challenge ‧₊˚✧

some romance-themed prompts for the month of love 💞

i. first date

ii. perfume

iii. slow dance

iv. hey jealousy - gin blossoms

v. look, don't touch

vi. "you're so pretty"

vii. a crumpled up letter

viii. a sharp chest pain

ix. kissing games

x. secrets

xi. best friend

xii. a kiss on the cheek

xiii. "i forgot how much i needed this"

xiv. valentine

xv. pick-up lines

xvi. whisper

xvii. "spell it out for me"

xviii. five more minutes

xix. the hardest part

xx. apricity

xxi. from where you are - lifehouse

xxii. a dying fire

xxiii. eurydice

xxiv. a handmade gift

xxv. "i've never seen you that angry before"

xxvi. kalopsia

xxvii. what doesn't kill me makes me want you more

xxviii. promposal

xxix. "close your eyes"

┈ bonus ʚ♡ɞ ‧₊

xxx. a pitch black room

xxxi. a single touch

xxxii. "so good"

[oros-ash3s]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⋆ Febuwhump 2025 ⋆˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

DAY 1: Vocal Chords

DAY 2: Holding Back Tears

DAY 3: Pinned Down

DAY 4: On The Run

DAY 5: Not Trusting Reality

DAY 6: Forced to Stay Awake

DAY 7: Alternate Timeline Self

DAY 8: Bleeding Out

DAY 9: Necromancy

DAY 10: Magic Exhaustion

DAY 11: Demonic Possession

DAY 12: Body Swap

DAY 13: Body Horror

DAY 14: Becoming the Monster

DAY 15: Icarus

DAY 16: Die a Hero

DAY 17: In Another Life

DAY 18: Living Weapon

DAY 19: Death Wish

DAY 20: “I did good, right?”

DAY 21: Put on Display

DAY 22: “Grab the little one”

DAY 23: Gunshot Wound

DAY 24: Forced to Beg

DAY 25: Bound and Gagged

DAY 26: Concealing an Injury

DAY 27: Major Character Death

DAY 28: Recovery

Welcome to my first attempt at Febuwhump ✶ ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

I’ve never participated in one of these challenges before and I have no clue if I’ll manage to complete it, but we’ll see!

If any of the characters in these one shots interest you, I’d recommend checking out some of my other writing. I have quite a few drabbles posted already ^^

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Golden Veins Masterlist \\ What Lies Below Masterlist

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[n7punk]

i feel like i used up all my creative ideas on my novel and now when i open a word doc my brain just goes blank

[searchingforserendipity25]

Plentiful as Sand is Plentiful. LoTR. on ao3.

There was for many years an hourglass upon Elrond’s desk, a tall ivory-and-glass thing from sunken Númenor. 

As a little child Estel liked to turn it and turn it, and would sit for hours upon his foster father’s lap following the mother-of-pearl etchings on the handle with his fingertips and watching the sand shift softly. 

For a time it was too heavy for his small wrists to turn; but Elrond with his keen hearing would know when the last grains came with an end, and knew when to turn it without lifting his eyes from his papers.

 Elrond had given it for him to hold, when he told him the truth of his name: Aragon, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur’s line and Isildur’s grim failure. 

“Yet also to the courage of his people, and their skill,” Elrond told him. ���Your forefather it was who made this time piece as a gift to me. From the glass-rooms of Armenelos it came, the last of Isildur’s works of beauty. It has been of good use to me, and good memory; I give it to you, that you should remember him with gratitude, as well as bitterness.”

“Yet bitter is it what you say to me,” said Estel, who was Aragorn. He was startled still, and yet not surprised entirely; for the blood of kings ran in him, and had at times left an uneasy premonition upon him. 

Still he would have remained been Estel, and no lost kingdom’s wayward heir; least of all in this century, this Age of the world, with an evil reckoning brewing in the distance. 

He turned the hourglass in his hands; a Mannish means of counting time, not to be found in other elvish kingdoms, but common enough in the house of Elrond Peredhel. “Keep it, Master Elrond. I cannot have it as my own, ere I am Isildur’s heir truly. These hurrying moments that are my lifetime shall be a heavy load to carry, I judge, and my course too rough for such a delicate thing.”

“Then keep it I shall, until you wish to reclaim it, or your score of years are run to their course,” said Elrond; and laid upon Estel’s shoulder the heavy comfort of his healer’s hands, which he felt for a time like a yoke as well as a kindness. 

It rested between a tall orchid Celebrían had found once in her expeditions in the wilds of Ennor, a narrow and tall and very orange creature, the last of its kind on these shore - and on the other side was his pile of used quills, which he tended to keep until they were worn through into stumps, too blunt to be sharpened.

He used it little, after that day; but at times Arwen his daughter came, and stood by the chair where Aragorn had sat with bent shoulders to her his name. 

Her fingers, long broideress fingers, touched the waves and leviathans Isildur had carved, with careful deliberation, in the last days of his youth, the dying of his empire. Her eyes grew clouded, then; not with the memory of the past, but her own designs, a future seen with the force of her want. Her own lord of man, his dear face not like any other’s; her own cities crowded with the smell of stone dust and salt.

She left it there, warmed by her skin, and went away from it but for rare and secret visits; but Elrond at times looked heavily upon it, as once he had not. 

That was another Age of the world. There is now an hourglass amidst Tar-Elessar’s instruments - behind the inkwell of Gondorin silver, besides the whittling of an eagle in flight his eldest daughter has wrought him. 

Many gifts have been to him, the king well-returned; but none quite as ancient. Elessar turns it in his hands, when a heavy ruling keeps him at work long into the night; Isildur’s hourglass, grown light with the strength of his manhood, feels always a little terrible to hold.

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[snowberriesromanoff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hawkeye (TV 2021), Black Widow (Movie 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova & Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Kate Bishop & Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine Characters: Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine Additional Tags: Collars, Explosives, Blackmail, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Hurt Kate Bishop, Hurt Yelena Belova, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Kate Bishop Loves Yelena Belova, Yelena Belova Loves Kate Bishop, Demisexual Yelena Belova, Lesbian Yelena Belova, Lesbian Kate Bishop, No Lesbians Die, Chains, Suspension, Kink Negotiation, Trust Kink, creepy valentina allegra de fontaine, Possessive Behavior, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Bondage, noncon not between main pairing, Protective Yelena Belova, POV Yelena Belova, BAMF Yelena Belova, Awkward Kate Bishop, Kate Bishop Is Not Okay, Angst with a Happy Ending, Febuwhump 2025, Femslash February, hero hardships bingo, February Ficlet Challenge, except it got really long, Established Relationship, Relationship Negotiation, Mild Smut, Golden retriever Kate bishop, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Bottom Kate Bishop, Top Yelena Belova, Sexual Tension, Tension, Sexy, NSFW, Government Agencies, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Heavy Angst, High Stakes Series: Part 2 of writing challenge fics Summary:

Valentina brings Kate in as incentive for Yelena, Yelena has to find a way to get both of them out safely while negotiating new developments in their relationship

Writing challenges under the cut

@femslash-february bingo: chains, "do you regret it?", suspension 

@febuwhump holding back tears

@multifandom-flash marvel bingo 

Kate Bishop: wealthy heiress, bitch slap, hot blooded

Yelena Belova: lady swears-a-lot, knight in sour armor, you have got to be kidding me 

@herohardshipsbingo government interference, loved ones being used against you 

@februaryficletchallenge trapped, "everyone comfortable"

[rosemirmir]

I posted all the works I did for halfamoon over on dreamwidth! Each of these fics center around the main Gotchard girls, It's a mix of both gen and femslash. Some are also fills for Fresh Femslash Salad Bar event too.

Here's the link to the series I made for these fics on Ao3. You can also check out the masterpost I made that also links to the works that are graphics!

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

so, i didn't get to writing my winter holiday ficlets around the actual winter holidays because of being busy with irl winter holiday stuff

but that doesn't mean i can't still answer those prompts, right???? i think i'm still gonna try to do it.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Hate Me

"How could you do this to me? To us?!"

Mal can see the hurt on Uma's face and tries to swallow down the guilt she's convincing herself she doesn't feel. She didn't choose this! "I'm not doing anything. I have to go. You know that! It's what's best for all of us."

"You could have said no. You can always say no."

Mal scoffs. "To my mother? Right, 'cause that's worked so well for us in the past. Besides, she has a plan."

Uma rolls her eyes as she lets out a scoff of her own. "Of course she does. Maleficent's always got a plan."

Mal chooses to ignore the disdain in Uma's voice. "It's for all of us, Uma. We're going to bring down the barrier. I promise!"

"And you have to go with them." Uma spits it out, like the very idea of Evie and Carlos being by Mal and Jay's side sickens her.

It's always been contentious. The way that Mal has friends who aren't Uma and Harry. But Uma just doesn't get it. The way that their parents are. The way they've been forced together since birth. The way that they're practically family. Especially, well, nobody really understands what happened between the land witches and the sea witches…

"It's not up to me!"

"You could have asked for us to come too!"

Mal shakes her head disbelievingly. She rolls her eyes. "Auradon? Really? 'Please, King Beast, sir, may I bring a pirate crew also?'" she mocks.

"Or at least just me!"

"You'd never leave them, Uma!" Mal cries. She hates this but she doesn't see any other way through. She has to do this. For all of them. Even if it hurts the people she loves most. "Just like I'd never leave my family! That's how things work."

Uma scowls at her and Mal knows there's no getting through to her. There's no way to make her understand. "If you leave, you're dead to me. To us. Him too, you know," Uma states, matter of fact. Like she's not threatening to rip Mal's entire world in two.

Mal ignores the stabbing feeling in her chest. It's one thing to do this to herself. It's another to do this to Jay.

She looks at Uma and reaches out for her hands. Uma snatches them back. "I have to do this, Uma. For all of us. I'll come back for you. I promise."

Uma snorts. "You already said that. But you won't. You'll fall in love with the high life and become one of them. I just know it."

"You don't know that!"

"I do. I do, Mal. Because it's what I would do." The look in Uma's eyes make Mal's chest feel like it's crumpling in on itself.

"I'm sorry, Uma. I really am. I so desperately wish it could be different. But I'll be back. You'll see." She reaches out for Uma again but she reels back from Mal's touch.

Mal turns to leave. She only makes it about three steps before she hears Uma's voice again. A little bit broken. But strong. Like Uma. "I hate you."

Mal lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. She turns back around, just with a slight twist of her neck and shoulders. "You don't really hate me."

"How could you know? Maybe I do. They always say there's a fine line between hate and love."

Mal shakes her head slightly. "Okay, Uma. I'll see you tomorrow." She turns and focuses on finally letting herself leave. One foot in front of the other.

But Uma's not there tomorrow. And Mal heads off without even a proper goodbye.

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

you can find the bingo cards with all of the prompts here! if there's an option you're really interested in reading that didn't make it on this poll or that isn't winning, feel free to send me an ask!! anon is on if you're feeling shy :)

[foxsoulart]

Tmnt February day 21! Prompt 'universe'

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"Hey, do you think there are other universes with different versions of us out there?"

"It's highly possible, but traversing between them is incredibly difficult and highly improbable." Donnie looked up at his brother. "Why do you ask?"

Mikey shifted from foot to foot, looking not at all suspicious. "Oh yknow, no reason. I just thought it would be cool if we met our counterparts, yknow?"

Donnie sat up crossing his arms. "Sure, but like I said, that's highly unlikely."

Mikey nodded, agreeing a bit quick. "Yeah, totally....but in the slim chance that it could, would it be bad if we met?"

"No, despite all the films and such about it, meeting your alter universe self shouldn't have any problems."

"Cool cool cool. Sooooo....don't freak out then 'kay?"

He half turned behind him. "He's cool, you can come out."

---

Yup, leaving this at a cliffhanger. And no hint at which universes either, have fun

Have a blessed day/night!

[searchingforserendipity25]

Diplomatic Concerns. (russingon, on ao3).

When they did at last come together, it did not feel like an inevitability to Maedhros. Far easier it was to believe - to contrive - ways in which they might betray themselves, and allow their understanding to betray their people.

This, they both agreed, could not be permitted. Maedhros would have loved Fingon less, if he had been willing to brave the storm of opposition and defiance their open courtship would cause.

His people had cause, just cause to stand against it; and Maedhros had his own brothers and vassals to rule over, in less official fashion, without the benefit of official authority to put them in place if it prove needed.

They pledged their troth under the stars, a wordless promise with no bitter oath to mar it; and thereafter took the greatest care and discretion that none guessed at it.

-

It was some effort, Maedhros admitted, if only in their very secretive correspondence, written on hidden wink in the back of their official missives.

His mouth ached, his arms felt emptier - poetry, he found, spoke to him beyond the pleasure of precise meter and rhyme.

It was absurd; it was dangerous. Always he kept Fingon swept from his mind, lest some of his heart bleed through enough to be perceived; and always it was work, to keep Fingon out of the forefront of his thinking.

And it was mortifying, too. To be infatuated, to have a joy to hide, to know himself cherished and desired - he could not have bourne it to be known, not easily.

It was only some consolation to know Fingon found his pining ardor very pleasing, being that he was at too great a distance to do much with that. As a matter of fact, it made it all the more torturous.

This lasted all through the first fortnight of the autumn summit.

Maglor looked at him indulgently. “How many horses can Fingon possibly need? Nay, not at all. You must give him the best foal, and rear it by your hand, and drape it in Fingon’s raiment and colours, and teach it the signals he favours. Quality, not merely quantity! Do you hear me wasting breath on too many love songs? There must be a measure, by which things are made precious.” 

“You were song-wed by proxy fashion to an ascetic zither-master you knew from correspondence only, and met thrice every ten yéni,” Maedhros told him. 

Maglor shrugged. “Once every ten yéni was enough. It made the anticipation all the sweeter.” 

Maedhros raised all three colts to perfect training. If some of his braids were chewed away, and much of the fur of his best coats, then at least Fingon was suitably impressed.

-

None guesses at our affections, Maedhros amended on his next letter, besides Maglor, and his silence is our boon. Fingon was swift to tease him for that - and in truth he had barely bothered to hide it from Maglor.

There was little use; therefore he worried little. All the rest of his brothers held their own domains, were occupied with their duties - if it became pressing, he could always invent a new task to distract their tracks.

He had forgotten Caranthir. Caranthir never needed to be given new directions; if anything, he excelled at taking attentive initiative, especially on matters of international commerce.

“I,” Maedhros said. “Have never offered any thing, to lord or vassal, besides gifts of friendship, and diplomacy, and cunning morsels of what might attained with a better trade arrangement.” 

“Explain to me how Fingon’s newest gem-crown counts as a diplomatic expense,” Caranthir demanded.

-

Besides Caranthir and Maglor, none noticed. 

The next time they met - a well-prepared hunting retreat, and the anticipation did have a certain strain of pleasure in it - it was only some time after the first enthusiastic greetings that they found time and patience to speak at lenght about their dealings, those small or great matters they had not trusted even to set to hidden writing.

 "Did you -”

"I told none. Besides those who know."

“Are you entirely certain. Amras and Amrod keep sending me cured meats? Excellent sausages for my table, and lovely truffles. For some reason; they did not last year.”

"They are not poisoned," Maedhros assured automatically. Then hesitated. "They do like to experiment with spices and certain powders, however."

"I noticed," Fingon said, mouth curved. It was a lovely smile, better for being not amused; Maedhros suffered the rather stupid instinct to kiss his cheek. "Around the time the sugared mushrooms caused an apparition of a great mammoth grazing upon my father's head as we sat in public Council. It appeared purple to my eyes, the mammoth; also my father."

Maedhros had suffered great torments of the flesh and spirit; the image made him wince with genuine feeling. Fingolfin kept a very eclectic conjunction of lords near him, Sindar and Noldor and Avari, all of them clever, cunning, far-seeing people with an unhappy habit of keeping a wide awareness to every stray thought that they might fish out slyly round them on a wide range of space. It made Maedhros feel unusually warmly towards his straightforward, stone-silent dwarves and the fierce, scarred, closed minds that came to serve Himring. 

"You need to string them up from a high tower," Maedhros concluded. "You shall have their apologies in a season."

"Need is a strong word," said Fingon. But his mouth was twitching, more genuinely.

Through the place where their spirits pressed together he passed on the faint, kaleidoscopic memories of that afternoon - Maedhros had stifle his own crinkling eyes. It was impossible not to admit Fingolfin did look rather fetching in tints of purple; and the mammoth was very realistic.

"If you want them to redeem themselves, have them send more next year. I would rather have enjoyed them in privacy. Lalwen thought it was very amusing. Eventually; she stole the rest of the bounty, and left me none at all, which was very like her and rather a disappointment. If your brothers are found wandering the wilds naked and intoxicated, you shall find no way to prove it was her work."

"They will enjoy it too much." Maedhros thought of when the twins's nonsense had been joyful, once. And involved less paperwork. The worst of it was that they likely thought it a good gift.The twins had ever liked Fingon well enough, as much as they liked anyone outside their enclosing understanding.

Fingon turned around, with that sweeping grace that made him deadly. In a moment he had rolled them over. His hands dug into the loam around Maedhros's head; his legs tangled in him, pressing down, delicious.

There you are, he thought, directly at Maedhros. No distance at all, and his laughing mind dizzying like a windfall, a sweeping rush. You stay away too often, Russandol, even here.

"Let them," he said, voice low and warm, close enough Maedhros could feel it thrum in his own throat. He was so very warm. Maedhros's whole body felt alive under him, as if he were fresh from a battle; as if it could feel alive and joyful with no violence. "I mean to enjoy myself with a clear mind. I mean to recall you perfectly while we are apart."

-

Maedhros, rather wisely, he thought, kept any commissioned tokens away from familiar forges.

It was a marvel, the inspiration which which Curufin could contrive as an insult. In this he truly was Fëanor's heir.

I will not have any of our Father's house be known for offering substandard works, he wrote, a stiff note of parchment atop a casket.

Inside the casket was a treasure - elf-made emeralds, and rubies, fine gleaming garnets that caught the golden light from the candles and would assuredly shine beauteously strung around golden ribbons, and on the chained earrings Fingon favoured.

 Keep those Dwarven pieces away from Fingolfin and his ilk, lest he rethink our work agreements. Have you lost your sense, along with your shame? Findekáno's not the least suited to Belegost's blue-steel and sapphires, they wash him out terribly, I do not know how Fingolfin can be so tasteless in his heraldry as not to consider it.

-

Maedhros recalled a time when his brother at least pretended to attend to elvish mores, those small contrivances of decent conduct. Such as pretending at ignorance. Pretending at ignorance had been a good habit, one Huan's master remembered these days merely when it was convenient for him.

Celegorm only looked at him in a flat vulpine fashion, nostrils flaring. Worse than a smirk, worse than mischief. Maedhros had seen it turned on others often enough; he could not say he enjoyed the very unpleasant awareness with which it remind everyone of all the passionate embraces they may or may not have indulged in the wild, where a little bird might carry gossip, or a finicky squirrel pass on mockery.

It also made him rethink the wisdom of wearing Fingon's undershirt under his tunic.

"Not a word," he ordered.

Celegorm only whistled in wolf-like fashion and darted away from his swing.

The next time Fingon dared him for a swim after a lengthy ride up the hills of Barad Eithel, Maedhros quite ruined the romance of it all by insisting on raising a tarp-and-leather tent beforehand.

-

Huan had the good grace to wait until they passed each other on an empty corridor before stopping to block his path.

Oromë's hunting hound looked at him with those terribly knowing dark eyes and let out a soft snorting sound. It was not a very approving woof; a little mournful, perhaps. Maedhros did not speak Hound.

"Do not you start also," Maedhros said. His tone held little effort, as it ever did in these cases.

He had to fight the instinct to cross his arms. He refused to be easily biddable or intimidated. As a matter of principle; he had few of those, and it tended to be better to keep to those he did maintain.

Woof-woof, said Huan.

"We are all Doomed regardless," argued Maedhros.

A sniff, rather pointed. A little charming, perhaps - none of his brothers had offered, so far.

"It is very generous of you to offer," Maedhros said. "No biting will be necessary. I would rather Fingon whole as he may."

Huan licked his bad arm. Shifting ears, which, in all honesty, were insulting. 

"I am not letting myself be carried off as a mate to establish a new collective dynamic as pertaining previous intra-community competitions," Maedhros said, rather stiffly. "No, not though I was stolen from the Enemy for that purpose."

Maedhros did not speak Hound, as such; but Huan and him understood each other a little. If anyone was going to look at him with the knowledge that Maedhros would have let himself be carried off as a prize, and possibly did not dislike the notion, he would rather it was him.

"I will bring you some of that good hind meat from Dor-Lómin," he conceded, eager to bribe him away.

Huan's dog-grin finally widened. Maedhros, relieved to be free from evaluation, scratched his chin until his wagging tail was thumping the carpet. Some relatives, he thought, were harder to please than others.

-

"We have failed at every avenue," Maedhros concluded, as displeased as he could stand to be just then. "Let this be not a sign of our joined efforts to come!"

Fingon was rather less moved at their failure than Maedhros would have expected. Possibly that was the effort of the long ride to the fortress, and their - reunion. Maedhros did not want him alarmed and on his feet, as such; but he did eye his complacence a little.

"Brothers are not Balrogs. It could be worse," Fingon said, very confidently.

Maedhros lifted his head from Fingon's chest. His own eyes were growing half-lidded; his muscles too felt weary, suffused still with satisfaction. Himring's walls, warm within like a living body, rumbled faintly with the noise of their gaseous pipes. He was warm, and sated, and all in all quite in accord with the form of the world, at least for the foreseeable candle-mark.

It was only that he had not trusted messengers to pass on the news; and he had felt an urgency to share the state of affairs with Fingon for months. They had determined to be fully discreet.

"How?"

"Turgon and Aredhel might return," Fingon said promptly. His voice showed he had considered the matter at great length, and was very amused by the way Maedhros went still against him. "And be less generous with their blindness than the rest of my - our kin."

"They might not have noticed. Your father has not."

Fingon lifted himself on his elbow, and looked at him, a little pityingly.

"Beloved," he said. "Whom do you think invented the art of invisible writing?"

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