#fom oneshot

[itsabea]

March x sad Reader

Description: March tries his best to comfort you after you have a particularly busy day and end up exhausted

Warnings: not proof read, hinting at depression(reader), slight angst, swearing,

this is purely self indulgent- but then again, almost all of my writing is-

You had been so busy today, exceedingly more so than usual. First of all, it was raining, which you didn't mind because it meant your crops were already watered - but things only got more hectic and busy from there on on out..

You collected, put away, sold, and replanted your crops, then went to go fishing for a salmon for Jo's Request that you had accepted about a month ago.. Only to realise about an hour an a half in that it was currently Summer. Now with much less of your energy, you went to the general store to buy some more seeds and a few fruit trees, which left you with a total of 5 Tesserae as a result.

After going back to your farm and planting the saplings and seeds, you realised that it was only two more days until the end of the season. And so, you went back to fishing to try and catch the rest of the Summer fish you need for the Museum. Admittedly, most of that time was spent walking to and from the ponds to the beach, as that's where the rest of the fish you needed were found.

Once it hit 5:30, you realised that it wasn't just the third to last day of the season.. It was also a Friday. Sighing and slumping your head back, you defeatedly headed home to get ready for your weekly visit to the Inn. Hauling the bag full fish with you on your back, you got back to your farm and placed the not so important ones in your shipping bin, only to realise that you needed one more pond fish to finish that collection.... And it only showed up in the rain..

You were tired. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy your new life in Mistria; helping out the town and it's people. Or that today was bad; you had many content and joy filled moments between it all. But you were tired. So, so, tired..

Right now, nothing was more appealing than curling up in your bed, and crying.

So that's what you did. You put away your items, got showered and dressed into your pyjamas, and you laid down in your bed and cried out the remainder of what little was left of your energy.

You didn't even end up falling asleep afterwards like you usually did when crying in your bed.. Which upset you much more than you realised it would.

I mean.. Why get up just to do it all again tomorrow? The next day would likely end up being longer than today as well.. Not that today wasn't enjoyable- But it wasn't as enjoyable as others... People need you around town though, they always tell you that- You're not that important - the townsfolk don't rely on you to live....

You curled up in on yourself more, lying on your side as the tears began to flow down your cheeks again. It felt hopeless. Everything felt like it wasn't worth it anymore. And you continued to cry in your home until a knock sounded on your door.

At first, you thought you had misheard and simply sighed out a sob. But after a much firmer knock, you realised that it wasn't just you hearing things. Tiredly getting up, you assumed it was Adaline or Eiland, popping by to inform you about a new job that needed to be done around town. Or maybe Celine or Hayden needing some sugar or something?

Either way, you knew all four options were kind enough to excuse your tired, red eyes and pyjama clad form, so you didn't bother trying to make yourself the slightest bit presentable before opening the door. Which was a big mistake on your part, because March was the one that stood in your doorframe, looking down at you with a frown you could barley see through your slightly blurred vision.

"Why are you here?" March said suddenly, looking too the side as you rubbed at your eyes to try and clear them up. "Uhm- I live here?" You responded, no energy left to think up or question his presence on your farm.

After a huff and an exaggerated eyeroll, March rephrased went on to rephrase his question. "No- Why aren't you-" But he cut his words short when he watched your head bob forward like a sleepy child. "What, did you get tired from playing in the dirt all day? I can't believe you-" "Fuck you." You said back, one last tear rolling down your cheek as whatever energy you had that was keeping you standing left you.

In that same instant, you felt a falling sensation as your vision went black. You were tired.

Every so often you'd end up seeing glimpses of your home, but it was somehow moving? Your doorframe.. Black.. Your ceiling... Black... Your ceiling light.... Black.... More ceiling..... Black.....

Every time you saw black, you felt relieved and slightly less tired, especially compared to when you could see your home. And then, a warm sensation surrounded you, like you were being wrapped in a big hug that left you yearning for more.

When you reopened your eyes, you found yourself tucked into bed. The blankets were up to your ears as you laid on your side, about to roll over when you finally noticed the red head of hair resting on top of the blankets in front of you. Humming out, with a slight groaned mumbled, you went to speak up but were promptly cut off.

"Shup up and go back to sleep." March said, lifting his head from its resting position to look at you with stern, yet soft eyes. Feeling your tiredness envelope you, you closed your eyes but felt the cogs in your brain ticking. Why was March here? What was he doing? And why were you in your bed- You suddenly remembered falling into March in your doorway, and him carrying you to your bed before tucking you in.

You felt bad for cursing at him now, but you were also much more confused about why he was even at your farm in the first place. "March-" You started, only for said male to cut you off. "Shoosh. I said, 'go back to sleep'." He retorted, and if your eyes weren't still closed, you had a feeling that he'd glare at you again.

You didn't end up going back to sleep, but you did have a very calm conversation with March as you continued to rest with your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry." March said, being the first to speak after he told you to sleep for the second time. "Why-" "Shut up, you're supposed to be asleep." March said, cutting you off as moment of silence followed before he ended up answering your question. "I know I can be.. A rude asshole - a lot of the time.." March admitted as you felt him start to play with the top of the blanket slightly.

You didn't dare make a single sound as he continued to talk, telling you about how everyone at the Inn was starting to wonder where you were, and how Reina came to the conclusion that you might be over worked.. "-Then Olric offered to check up on you and-" March paused before continuing, having now moved his arm back down from the hem of the blanket as he ceased his delicate fiddling. "And.. And I told him I'd go instead."

The fact you were now frowning didn't go unnoticed by March, who must've been watching you to make sure you didn't open your eyes again. "I know, I know.. I don't why either.... You just-.... You made everyone worried.." March said, trailing off as he went silent again.

After feeling the blankets shift slightly beside you, you peaked your eye open to see March was doing, only to get told off again after seeing March's head resting on his arm directly in front of you. "Sleep." He said, but you had already closed your eye when you saw his eyes intently watching yours.

Your face ran hot with heat from the proximity, which was apparently very visible to March. "Fuck- Please don't tell me you have a damn fever.." He grumbled out, using the back of his free hand to touch your forehead as he continued to complain. "If you went diving and didn't fucking keep warm I'm taking you to Valen." March half threatened, prompting you to frown as he retracted his hand from your forehead.

"Your shipping bin smells like fish." He clarified before you felt him move against the blankets again. This time you felt weight remove itself from beside you, which had you shooting your eyes open with a desperation for company. March looked at you blankly from where he still sat on the floor beside your bed, leaning back on his arms as you watched him open his mouth to tell you off again.

"I'm sleeping..!" You said quickly, hearing a huff emit from the red head in front of your once more closed eyes.

"So.." March started after seconds more of silence. "Why weren't you at the Inn?" He asked, making an exhausted sigh leave you before you spoke. "Tired." You said, waiting for a moment before elaborating on your day. "Tended to crops.. Fed animals... Fished for a stupid non-existent Summer salmon.... Spent all my money on crops.... Planted them.... Went fishing again, but for the Museum.... Died inside.... No energy.... Cried in bed.." You said, starting to tear up again when March spoke up.

"I know it goes against what I always say to you.. But you do a lot around here- Too fucking much to be honest.. And I-" March paused for the umpteenth time that night as you pried your eyes open and looked at him.

He was sitting in the exact same position as when you last opened your eyes, only now he had his head turned from you. Yet, his eyes keep their sights on you, and this time he didn't have the heart to tell you off. March ended up breaking contact with your eyes, his face reddening slightly as he spoke.

"You're enough- More than enough.. You're honestly too much but- Sigh...." March quickly darted his eyes to, and away from you before he continued. "You're a lot. You're so much.. You mean so much- To literally everyone." He said, making another, single tear fall down your face. But this time you had just enough energy.

"Thank you.. March." You managed out, smiling as a few more tears fell down and onto the pillow beneath you.

March wasn't sure what had you crying this time, unsure on whether he did good or bad with his words. But he was by your side once more the moment he watched those tears form into droplets in the corners of your eyes. With a sigh of relief, March relaxed after seeing the slight smile on your face, only to watch it fall the next second as a soft snore left you.

Finally.. You were asleep.

[inc0gnitoo]

GUYS..

fields of mistria.

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post requests rn. i love this man so much.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Under the Stars ~ Eiland x Reader

a Fields of Mistria oneshot about stargazing at the Western Ruins! <3 // [ao3]

“We’re almost there!” Eiland’s hair shone in the moonlight as he waved you on, his eyes sparkling as he scrambled over the rocks. His excitement was contagious, and you found yourself echoing his breathless laughter as the two of you drew closer to the Western Ruins. “You’ve never seen anything like this, I promise,” he called over his shoulder, sliding down the dirt walls of the digsite. You followed much less gracefully, tumbling down after him in a puff of dusty earth. 

“Ah, perfect!” Eiland sprawled out next to you, heedless of his fine clothes, and folded his arms behind his head. “One step ahead of me as always.” He grinned. “Look up.” 

You let your gaze follow where he was pointing, straight into the night sky above you. “Oh wow…” 

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Wow.” You lay side by side in the sand under an inky veil dotted with countless stars. It felt as if the town had vanished, leaving no one on Earth but you and Eiland to witness the spectacle of the Mistrian sky.

“This is my favorite place in the world.” He stared up as he spoke, a gentle vulnerability in his tone. “It makes me feel so small, in the best way. I need that sometimes.” He turned to face you and tucked his hand under his chin like a little kid. “Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“Shh. Close your eyes for a second.” He reached for your hand and pressed your palm flat into the earth. With your eyes closed, the sounds of the summer night multiplied, Eiland’s soft breaths a top note to the symphony of cicadas and rustling grass. A thrill ran through you that had nothing to do with the cool breeze. His hand rested heavily on yours, as warm and soft as the sand itself. His touch grounded you, and as you cast your senses outward you felt something deep and peaceful settle on your shoulders. 

“Underneath us lies hundreds, thousands of years of history. People were born here, built homes here, had their own children here, died and were mourned and buried here. There are whole lifetimes scattered across this sand, this earth.” His voice was reverent, and you kept your eyes closed almost unthinkingly, letting him sweep you into his story. 

“All of that history beneath us, and the whole universe above us, so close you could reach out and brush the stars.” He gently curled his fingers into your palm, intertwining your hands. “It makes me feel so insignificant, but at the same time so connected to everything…like everything that matters is right here.” 

You loved the way that Eiland got so excited when he talked about his passions. You could listen to him wax poetic about ancient art and lost civilizations forever. But when you opened your eyes, he was looking right at you, his cheeks turned the same shade as his hair by a soft blush.

You couldn’t do anything but stare back at him for a moment, entranced by the way he looked at you, hopeful and vulnerable and gentle all at once. “I do feel it, Eiland,” you whispered, and he squeezed your hand. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather share this place with than you.” He reached out and brushed his thumb along your cheek. “There are stars in your eyes.”

It was your turn to blush, and you stammered an answer. “You…look really pretty right now, okay?”

Eiland laughed. “No I mean literally, the stars are reflected in your eyes!”

You threw your arm over your face, embarrassed, and he kept laughing as he pulled it back down. He smirked at you, raising one perfect eyebrow. “You think I’m really pretty?”

“Shut up, Eiland!” You laughed too, both of you giddy and blushing at each other. You moved closer, your shoulders touching as the two of you quieted and turned back to the sky. “But yes, I do.” 

You could hear the smile in his voice. “I think you’re really pretty too. As stunning and delicate and mesmerizing as an Alda Gem Bracelet!” There was the Eiland you knew, ever the archaeologist.

Hand in hand, you watched the stars wheel over your heads. Eiland named every constellation he could see and eagerly explained the meanings they had held for Mistria’s past civilizations.

He tore his eyes away from the heavens to look at you every so often, his eyes sparkling like you were one of his precious artifacts. 

Somewhere between retellings of long-lost legends you had drawn closer and closer together until you were snuggled into Eiland’s chest. He wrapped one arm around you while he gestured into the sky with the other, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

A shooting star fell just above you in a sudden streak of silver-green light. You both jumped, twin cries of “Did you see that?!” that dissolved into laughter. 

“Make a wish!”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I can hardly think of anything to wish for. I wouldn’t change anything about this moment.” His voice dropped, almost shy. “Would you?” 

“Maybe one thing.” You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Eiland sucked in a breath as you smiled against his skin.

“Oh…” He traced the spot where your lips had been with shaky fingers, wide-eyed and star-struck. A pale golden light spilled over the horizon, the first hint of daybreak. The stone ruins around you were backlit, and Eiland’s pink waves were haloed with the sunrise. You stayed curled together until the last star winked out. He never let go of your hand.

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an: if you made it this far, I would love to make more FOM moots!! I'm so in love with this game rn whew <3 hoping to write with Balor and March soon!

[himeofshyness]

Summary: Just March teaching my OC Farmer Velvet how to use the forge until things started to get a bit heated and awkward.

Warning: Slight NSFW

The sounds of metallic clanging and crackling fires fill the air from the forge, creating a chaotic symphony that grabs your attention. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and burning wood, and the light of the fires from within the place casts a warm glow on the surrounding area. Amidst all this, March stands in the center, teaching Velvet the basics of forging.

March sighed as he watched Velvet struggle to hammer the metal. She was doing it all wrong, and he knew it. "No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong." he said, stepping over to her. Velvet looked up at him, a mix of frustration and determination on her face. "I'm trying my best." she said, a hint of irritation in her voice. March rolled his eyes. "Your best isn't good enough." he said bluntly. "Let me show you how it's done."

He moved close to her, positioning himself behind her. He placed his hands over hers, guiding her through the motions. "You have to hold it like this." he said gruffly, his breath warm on her ear.

Velvet felt a shiver run down her spine at the sudden closeness. She tried to focus on the instruction, but it was difficult with him so close. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the scent of his sweat and metal was oddly intoxicating.

"Now hit it." March said, his hands still covering hers. "Harder than that. Put your weight into it."

Velvet hit the metal again, but this time, she hit it harder than before, and it made a satisfying clang. "Good." March said, a hint of approval in his voice. He leaned in even closer, his chest pressed against her back. "Again. Do it again."

The farmer repeated the motion, feeling his warm breath on her neck. His body was pressed against hers, and she could feel every muscle, every contour. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. "Like this?" she managed to ask, her voice a bit breathless.

"Yeah." March said roughly. "Just like that." He was so close, she could feel his heart beating against her back. "You're getting the hang of it now." he said, loosening his grip on her hands. "Try it on your own."

Velvet took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She started to hammer the metal, but her mind was elsewhere. She could still feel the heat of his body against hers, the smell of his sweat. And then, without warning, her hand slipped and the hammer hit her thumb. "Ah shit!" she yelped, jerking away involuntarily.

March swore under his breath. "Dammit, be more careful." he said, grabbing her hand to inspect the injury. "You idiot, you could have broken your thumb."

He examined her thumb, his touch gentle despite his gruff words. His fingers were calloused but warm, and the touch sent another shiver down her spine. "It's not broken." he said, more quietly. "Just bruised."

Velvet tried to pull her hand back, but he held on. "You shouldn't be so careless." he reprimanded, his fingers still gently holding hers in his palm.

Velvet swallowed hard, feeling a flutter in her stomach. His touch was sending strange sensations through her body. "I'm sorry." she mumbled, looking away from his intense gaze. "I was just...distracted."

He grunted. "Distracted, huh?" He looked down at her, those dark onyx eyes staring right into hers. "Care to tell me what you were so distracted by?"

Feeling a bit flustered. "N-nothing." Velvet said, trying to sound casual but she sounded flustered. "Just...just the heat in here, that's all."

March raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. "The heat, huh?" He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. "You sure that's all it is? Nothing else?"

She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of sweat and metal making it harder for her to think straight. "What...what else could it be?" she asked weakly, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Well, whatever it is, you better keep your mind on what you're doing." He released her hand, but his body was still pressed close to hers. "Now, try this again, and make sure you're paying attention this time."

Velvet tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath as she picked up the hammer and tried to concentrate on the task, but her mind kept wandering back to the way his body was so close to hers, the way his breath felt on her neck. She managed to hit the metal a few more times, but her mind was a jumble of thoughts and sensations.

March watched her intently, his eyes raking over her body. He could sense her distraction, the way her hands trembled slightly, the way her breath caught in her throat every time he got close. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and he was the cat, toying with her. He moved closer, his chest brushing against her back again. "Concentrate." he rumbled into her ear. "You're losing focus again."

She took another shaky breath. He was so close, she could almost feel his heartbeat against her back. His voice in her ear was making her feel things she had never felt before. She couldn't focus, couldn't think. All she could feel was the heat of his body, the strength in his muscles, the way he was so casually dominating her personal space.

He let his hand rest on her hip, as if to steady her. "Relax." he muttered, his breath warm on her neck. "You're too tense. You have to be loose, loose like the hammer in your hand."

His hand on her hip sent a shiver through her body. She could feel the callouses on his fingers, the warmth of his palm through her clothes. He was so strong, so confident, so sure of himself. How was he so unaffected by their closeness, when she was struggling to keep herself together?

"Like this." March said, guiding her hand again. "Keep your grip loose, let the hammer swing freely. Don't fight it, just let it flow."

March stands behind her, "Can you feel it?" he whispered. "The rhythm, the motion?"

Velvet's mind is swimming. He was too close, too distracting. His voice in her ear, his hands on hers, his body pressed against hers...it was all too much. She tried to focus on the hammer, the metal, the task at hand, but all she could feel was him. "Y-yes." she managed to stammer, her throat dry.

He chuckled, a low deep rumble in his chest. "Good." he said, his voice rough. "You're starting to get it. Keep going, let it flow."

March stepped even closer, letting his body press against hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the hardness of his muscles against her back. He seemed completely oblivious to the effect he was having on her, but she was struggling to stay grounded.

Her heart was racing, her mind spinning. Every inch of her body was hyper-aware of his presence, his touch, his scent. Velvet could feel the sweat trickling down her neck, could feel the heat building up inside her. And all the while, he kept murmuring instructions in her ear, completely oblivious to the fact that he was driving her insane.

March guide her through a few more motions, his hands on hers, his breath on her neck, his body pressed against hers. "There you go." he said, his voice a low rumble. "Just like that. You're doing it. Just relax, and let it flow."

Velvet only nodded, trying to focus on his words and not the way his body was making her feel. But it was difficult, so difficult. Every part of her was screaming with want, with need, with a desperation she had never felt before. And he was blissfully unaware, just continuing to guide her through the motions, his hands on hers, his body so close.

Unknown to the farmer, the blacksmith is not faring any better.

As they continued working together, March grew increasingly aware of the electricity that was crackling between them. He could feel the heat of her skin through her clothes, could smell the scent of her hair, and felt the way her body reacted to his slightest touch. It was maddening, the way she responded to him without realizing it. But he tried to keep his cool, tried to focus on the task at hand, and ignore the way his heart thumped in his chest whenever he was close to her.

He tried to concentrate on the metal, on the hammer, on the task at hand. But it was difficult, with her so close, so tangible. He could count the tiny wisps of hair on the nape of her neck, could feel her quickening breaths. He was a blacksmith, a professional, he couldn't afford to let himself be distracted by a pretty farmer. But she was making it hard, so damn hard. He clenched his jaw, and forced himself to focus on the lesson.

He guided her through another swing, his hand on hers. "Just like that." he said, his voice gravelly. "Loose, easy. Don't fight it."

March's mind is now a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was a grown man, for gods' sake. He was not supposed to be this affected by a woman. Especially not a farmer. But she drove him mad, made his heart race and his body feel things it hadn't felt in a long time. And the worst part was, he was pretty sure she had no idea what she was doing to him.

He took a deep breath, trying to get his emotions under control again. He could feel the heat between them, the tension in the air, like a live wire. And she was just there, so close, so unguarded, so deliciously vulnerable. He had to get a grip. He was supposed to be teaching her, not lusting after her. But damn, it was so hard when she was standing there, her back against his chest, her body molded to his.

Minutes have past as the lesson came to an end, March reluctantly released his grip on Velvet's hand. He took a step back, trying to regain his composure. His heart was still racing, his body still yearning for her closeness. But he forced himself to act nonchalant, like a blacksmith should be.

"You did well." he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. "Not too shabby, for a farmer."

Velvet looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you" she murmured. "I...I had a good teacher."

March looked away, feeling flustered by the praise. He wasn't used to compliments, especially not from beautiful women. "It was nothing." he muttered, scratching his neck. "You've got potential. You just need to keep practicing."

There was an awkward silence, both of them feeling the aftermath of their closeness. They stood there, a few feet apart, avoiding each other's gazes. March could still feel the heat from her body, could still smell the scent of her hair. He was tempted to reach out and touch her again, to pull her close and hold her tight. But instead, he just grunted and turned away, walking over to his workbench.

"You should probably go." he said gruffly, busying himself with some tools. "You've got crops to tend to, or whatever it is farmers do."

Velvet nodded, her heart still racing. She looked at his broad back, the muscles shifting under his shirt as he worked. She wanted to say something, anything, to prolong their time together. But she knew she should probably go.

"Right." she said, her voice a bit shaky. "Um, thank you. For the lesson."

March just grunted, not looking at her. He was trying very hard to act normal, to ignore the way her voice made his chest tighten. "Yeah, sure." he said gruffly. "Come back if you need another lesson."

Velvet nodded, feeling dismissed. She walked to the door, her steps slow and reluctant. But as she reached the door, she turned to look at him one last time. He was still at his workbench, his back to her, his shoulders taut. She wanted to say something, something that would express the tangle of feelings inside her. But before she could open her mouth, March spoke, not turning to look at her.

"Try to be careful next time." he said, his voice quiet. "You almost hurt yourself earlier."

Velvet felt a pang of something, was it disappointment? Upon hearing his stern tone. But she just nodded. "I will." she said softly. "I'll be more careful."

There was another tense silence. March still didn't turn around, but he could feel her gaze on his back. He wanted to look at her, to see those beautiful eyes one last time. But he forced himself to keep his gaze fixed on his workbench.

"Good." he said finally. "Now get out of here. You're distracting me."

Velvet's heart sank a bit at his brusque words. But she didn't want to overstay her welcome. "Right." she said softly. "Goodbye, March."

"Yeah." he muttered, his voice gruff. "Goodbye."

He listened as she opened the door and stepped out, the sound of her footsteps fading away. He wanted to call her back, to tell her to stay, to-

He shook his head, ridding himself of the foolish thoughts. He was a blacksmith, not a lovestruck boy. He had to get back to work.

~END~

[frodothefair]

꧁ Epilogue - The Door Marigold Opened ꧂

READ ON AO3┃READ FROM THE BEGINNING

SUMMARY : Frodo comes back from the war, and finds love and healing with Sam’s sweet younger sister. (J.R.R. Tolkien meets Jane Austen.)

CHAPTER SUMMARY :  Several years on, Marigold reflects on her marriage to Frodo and makes a decision.

PAIRING : Frodo/Marigold Gamgee (Sam’s sister in canon), Frodo/Sam (secondary) GENRES : hurt/comfort, sickfic, whump, angst, slow burn romance, slice of life WARNINGS : PTSD, occasional intimate scenes RATING : M┃WORD COUNT : 1.7 k chapter, 211 k total A/N: That's all, folks! Wow, I can't believe it's over. It's surreal. This is, by far, the longest fic I have ever written. Of course, on my end it's not quite goodbye, as I'm still polishing up some of the middle chapters to make sure the quality and style are consistent throughout, and I'll post another announcement once that project is complete. But otherwise, Flowers of Mordor is done! At least for now. For lovers of Frodo and Mari, I'm sure that there will be drabbles and oneshots in the future, and I plan to someday turn Rivendell, the alternative timeline version of FOM, into a longfic. So keep watching this space, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for every comment, every like, every review, and every bit of support on this incredible journey.

EXCERPT :

Marigold Baggins had always done everything exceptionally well, and when the time came, she did her utmost as a wife and mother. Handsome, kind, and well-to-do, with a comfortable hobbit hole and a most pleasant disposition, she stood before a yellow door one chilly December morning, some weeks after her forty-fifth birthday.

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@emmanuellececchi@sustinentiae-spei@luna–nyx @dilettantefeminist

[finniestoncrane]

I just wanna kiss Arkham Riddler all over his stupid body. His lips, his cheeks, his jaw, neck, chest, stomach, thighs, cock! I just wanna smother him with affection and show him how much I love him. Can you please write something with reader smooching Arkham Eddie all over? Idk I’d it’s a oneshot or headcanons, anything works for me.😊

So Many Kisses

Arkham!Riddler Headcanons hi hello omg yes i am obsessed with the idea of peppering his entire body with kisses, like pushing through his copious body hair and get covered in stains from all the dirt on him u-u request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: kisses and cock, deliscious

he's not exactly the biggest fan of physical affection, because it kind of gets in the way of him working

there's nothing stopping him from tinkering with his robots while you stand behind him telling him he's amazing and intelligent

but something physical, a hug, a pat, holding hands, it takes more attention that he usually cares to give to something that isn't himself or his work

but if you're in an established relationship with him, then there's a bit of a difference there

there's room for adoration and affection

because by all means he definitely believes he deserves as much of it as possible

and look, he's not going to argue with getting plenty of kisses from someone he's decided he tolerates enoughto keep around for that long

eddie sees it as a fom of worship, really

if you start from the top of his head, planting a little kiss on his messy hair or his sweating forehead

making your way down to his gaunt and stubbled cheeks

kissing through the grease stains and over his little bandaids

down his slender neck, over his collarbones and down his muscular arms

a kiss on his hands, either the palm or the back, and one on his knuckles, to gratitude to his most important tools, besides his brain

if you're lucky, you might get to kiss his chest, slim, but sturdy, covered in dark hair

and look, if you've got that far, there's not going to be anything stopping you from letting those kisses trail down his stomach

following the line of hair that goes from his navel and disappears under the top of his pants

sliding them down, your kisses pressed on the warm skin, through body hair, his cock twitching up in anticipation as you reach it

kisses, worship, the comfort in knowing how wonderful you think he is only serving to arouse him further

the final kiss, placed on the flushed and glistening head of his cock sending him past the point of no return

when he finally grabs you and kisses you back

[skellseerwriting]

Fields of Mistria Masterlist

Contains xreader works for: March, Balor, Olric, + misc works

Fields of Mistria Fanart

Bachelors (Including Calderus):

Headcanons:

Where they love to kiss you (+ Olric!)

Balor:

Oneshots:

Mutually Beneficial

Summer Heat

Picking Pockets and Stealing Hearts (Valentine’s Special)

”That’s My Girl”

Olric:

Headcanons:

(Platonic) Exploring the Mines with Olric

(Romantic) Exploring the Mines with Olric

March:

Confessions series (Drunk!March x GN!Reader):

Drunken Confessions Part 1

Sober Confessions Part 2 (end)

March keeps your hands warm series:

Your Hands are Freezing

Secret Santa

5 times you and March share an indirect kiss, and 1 time it wasn’t:

Part 1

Part 1.5

Part 2

Part 3

The Siren and the Sailor: Fem!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots:

You wanna kiss me so bad

Even the Best Need Sleep

What makes you so special?

It is Tradition After All

Stars

You Can Have Mine

Stubborn Minds and Golden Hearts (Valentine’s Special)

Headcanons:

Miraculous Ladybug AU

Misc:

FoM Bachelors (+Olric) as Ouran Highschool Host Club members!

Last Names NPC Headcanons!

Calderus Lore Theories and Observations

[olde-scratch]

art masterlist btc because im bad at coming up with tags (will eventually make tags for everything, i just want a masterpost to link on ao3 lol)

REBLOGS > LIKES

ive been thinking abt making a bluesky to use to update on projects (like sneak peaks/pictures of any writing im working on or animatic progress) but then im like "okay but i could also. do that on tumblr." so idk im thinking abt it

Souichi (* = Saiki K Crossover fic Souichi's Diary of Disasters)

Addams!Souichi concept art

* Souichi's house / Cafe Mami uniform / Rough sketch of a scene in the fic

* Dokushi + comic

* Dokushi movie poster + chapter art

Keita (OC from my fic LiPSIence to Die)

ew ugly pixel art / Map of Keita's apartment

"Takuya" sketch

Miscellaneous

Pixel art Tomies

Kuro and Shiro

Dutch Miku

Chimera!Laios (might becomes its own series) (associated oneshot link)

W2H Genshin art

Souichi, Tomie, and Intersection Bishounen sketch

Dunmeshi Octopus OC

Critical Failure BG3 OC art for my friend

Dunmeshi animatic sneak peeks

Friend's FoM Farmer

Traveler doesn't like ASMR comic

Animatics (cause i plan on making a few)

Dunmeshi - Istanbul (not Constantinople)

more to be added, most of my focus is just on writing rn when i find the motivation to do, just bc i know the writing will turn out better.

[sketchyorsomething]

Heyy does anyone out there beta read a oneshot (about 1,3 k words) of mine? It is abt Thesan and his lover fom acotar

English isn't my mother tongue so I'm kinda nervous of it containing grammar errors or some other language related stuff

Update: I already posted it a while ago and made a post about it, you can find the post by clicking here

[lilylevian-farms]

Hello! and Welcome to LilyLevian Farms!

|| Im the author; you can call me Love or Opal! I've recently been endited with FoM brainrot an have been itching to write anything for it. aaannnddd none of my mutuals are as into it as I am - if you're one of my mutuals and figured out who I am... no you don't :D! capeesh? alright :3

(NOTE): this is not a request blog! I will mostly be posting my own works/oneshots for the time being; I miiigghht dip into taking requests later down the line. But this blog will mostly focus around my own oc/ideas or very general ones.

If you do have a good idea and can't find anyone else to do it, then I can take a crack at it! So, let's just say this is a consent form that you're okay with an amateur writer typing stuff out. I'm really only doing this for fun!

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Any warnings contained in stories will be mentioned at the top of any story, kinda like tags on ao3. Nothing too graphic, but if I ever get confident enough I'll do a yandere scenario or two ^^'

All characters I focus on writing will be 21+ (obviously except the littles)

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My farmer!

Her name is Faline, she/her, I don't have a concrete backstory for her yet, mostly just a few ideas I can't decide on; and she's romancing Ryis! I hope yall will like her once I start writing!

[shepard-ram]

Rules & Info

Ask Box: Open!

Requests: Closed.

This post is updated often

This blog is pretty much an outlet for my block men brain rot.

Specifically this is a reader-insert/x reader blog for mcyts, (Dream smp/Hermitcraft) Please I love the hermits so much This is a branch off of @sallysoot where I was 🐏 anon please check her out because she's amazing.

Rules:

I won't do anything nsfw, I'm a minor (and ace lmao)

Only in game aus! I'm just not the most comfortable with writing for real people

Will try to write for anyone! Since I'm naturally not familiar with everyone's content, if some things are ooc please understand

Please keep drama/discourse out of here, politely asking me to tw. tag a sensitive topic is always Ok but this is suppose a safe space. Be good people

I will be tagging specific Tw.s so this blog will contain sensitive topics (ex. Tw. Yandere)

Anon List:

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Others---

[Fox] [Fom] [Nymph] [Pyro] [Echo] [Quill] [Chibi] [Ender] [Loyal] [Key] [Glass] [Turtle] [Noodle] [Mori] [Mushroom] [Axe] [Bonk] [Font]

[🦎🐍] [❄🐉] [🍓🥛] [V❤] [⚫️🐑]

Tag List:

C: (insert character here) [for the content creators or characters mentioned]

Tw. (Insert trigger here) [for any sensitive topics]

Shepard Ram talks [for posts that aren't writing or ask responses]

Shepard Ram writes [for full length oneshots, headcanons, and any requests]

Rams reblogs [for rebloging]

Rams reherding [for my anon asks to be here too]

Ram draws [for what little art I post, usually just my sona]

Masterlists:

Hermitcraft

Dream Smp

Drabbles

Discord Server!

Shepards Pasture: My own private server! The place to be for all my followers and anons to meet, talk, share ideas and just vibe! Very friendly and cozy

[itsabea]

Drunk!March x Reader who doesn't drink || Part 2

Description: After March gets you a drink at the bar and discovers that you don't drink, things take an unexpected turn when he comforts, and continues to talk to you in his drunken state.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, one mention of internalised pressure to drink(ft. young March, not Reader)

Part One: here

"I don't drink.." You mumbled out as March's brain cogs seeming to stop, only to start up again to take in your words. "You don't.. Drink.." He repeated, making you slouch in on yourself in embarrassment. "Oh...." March exclaimed, frowning deeply as you sighed.

This wasn't how your night was supposed to go.. You were supposed to be enjoying yourself, not getting all nervous over some stupid, horrid tasting drink. Part of you wanted to leave.. But the next thing March said kept you in your seat.

"Well- I guess that's fair.. It tasted like crap to me for three weeks straight...." March said, taking a momentary swig back of his current beer before smiling at you widely. "Buut, that doesn't mean shit if you don't get anything out of it." He said, a goofy smile now spread even wider across his face.

You frowned at his words, not because they didn't make sense, but because they sounded strange coming from someone like March.

It actually had you wondering if he was more than just some ass that liked to belittle you. "I guess.. Thanks, March." You finally said, still slouching in on your self, but allowing your shoulders to relax a bit.

"No problem." He said back with a lopsided smile before taking another swig of beer.

A strange silence grew between you and March before either of you spoke, but strangely enough, it wasn't heavy or uncomfortable for you. So, when you spoke up it was because of curiosity instead of obligation.

"So, what got you past the disgusting taste?" You said, mixing around the beer in its container as you looked at it with distain. March gave out a noise that resembled the words 'I dunno' as he shrugged and took another sip of his beer before elaborating. "Everyone else was drinking.. Felt wrong not to." He said, which made you frown and contemplate again about possibility of March being a decent person..

"If I was a strong as you, I probably wouldn't have kept at it.." March said, flustering you with the sudden, strange complement.

Did March.. Really just call you strong?? Maybe you misheard him call you stubborn? He is drunk, and he could've just misspoken- "Still can't believe how much you've managed to do.. Town looks and operates so much fucking better than it did before.." March said with visible irritation in his tone, and taking a much heavier swig of beer.

"Oh- Thanks, I-" You started, but didn't get to finish your words as a result of March speaking past you. "Strong, determined, resourceful, fucking kind- I mean, what the hell can't you do..??" March said, facing you with squinted eyes that bored into you like he was trying to find and figure something out.

Unfortunately, March didn't seem to find what he wanted after staring at you for a good few seconds, and with the embarrassed heat spreading across your face, you were now fairly certain that this man would be the death of you. "Hm." March said after having gone back to his drink, leaving you very confused and the slightest bit more flustered.

After a few more conversations with March, you decided to call it a night and head back home before your exhaustion managed to catch up with you. And to your surprise, March ended up being drunk enough to cling to your arm when you announced that you'd be heading home.

"No." March demanded with a pout as you smiled at him with fondness and confusion. "I've got to go home, March." You said back, now thinking of a way that might sway him to let go, only for said male to repeat his words with a frown and much bigger pout. "No."

You sighed in partial annoyance, but mostly amusement at the strange display. "You'll see me tomorrow, March. I'll be sure to visit the Forge and upgrade my tools, okay?" You said, only for March to make a face and hold onto you tighter.

"No. I'll just be an ass to you again.." March said, pouting even more as if he himself hated the way he treated you.

"Come on, March.. Your not.... Your not that bad.." You lied, knowing full well that March's words would sometimes hit you right where you're most insecure and vulnerable.

"Don't fucking lie.. I'm an ass to you.... Don't wanna keep being an ass to you.." He said, slurring his words as he slumped slightly like a sad, old dog.

You couldn't help but purse your lips, thinking of something to say to March that was both true, and would allow you to free yourself from his hold on you.

"Then.. Teach me some smithing techniques when I'm at the Forge tomorrow. You'll be so busy showing off how cool you are, that you probably won't insult me as much." You offered, mentally kicking yourself for roping future you into a smithing lesson with March.

With a low, 'hmpf', March let go of your arm and leaned against the bar counter slightly. He was still pouting, but his cheeks were now dusted in a light red.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 2 then.. Don't be late, or I won't be teaching you anything." March said, watching you not-so-subtly as you smiled at him before bidding him, and the rest of the patrons a goodnight.

The next day had you worried, yet extremely productive. You were up an hour before usual, had watered and fed your animals in record time, and had even finished todays Request in the matter of minutes because you had already foraged plenty of the needed material the day before.

You ended up heading to the forge at 1:40 with all the ores for upgrading your tools. All day, you had been avoiding the whole area of said shop, going so far as to take the path through The Narrows and through your farm to get from The Eastern Ruins to The Western Ruins. That was a whole hour that you'll never get back, and yet you're fully willing to do so again.

Your worries and nerves for seeing March today were frankly making your day a lot harder than need be. And the thing that had you take a breath and relax? The thing that had you actually pluck up the courage to wholeheartedly stick to your agreement with March's drunk state?

It was when you talked with Olric at the General Store, where he told you that March spent all morning sobering up while writing out some "lesson plan", and that he had been at the forge looking anxious and only half working since 10.

Needless to say, you thanked him profusely and headed straight home for your needed ores. And when you finally got sight of the Forge.. March was tapping his foot on the floor with impatience while what looked to be pacing.

The relieved sigh that escaped you formed into a content smile that you didn't even want to hold back. "Your late." March said when he caught sight of you nearing his shop. "-But I'll let it slide.." He said quickly after as your smile grew ever so slightly.

"What's that look for? C'mon, let's get to work.." March said, turning as you mentally thanked your past self for making that deal. You now got to see a new, slightly nicer, and much less drunken side of March.

[emeraldbabygirl]

Omg I can't. For me, Jinwoo is my babie babie and I don't really think about him that way but Dojin, my ult... 👀 I want to dom him so bad. Imagining him begging me to let him cum and the blush on his cheeks is something else. I know a lot of RAYS think he's such a dom but seriously. He's so easliy flustered, you'd end up domming him a lot before he doms you and even then he'd be so careful at first. (totally unrelated but his tongue is so hot I literally wrote a oneshot about him. I need help.)

I SCREAMED SO FUCKING LOUD OH MY GOD

LISTEN

MR MOTHERFUCKIN YONGTAE IS THE ALPHA MALE ANDNDDND HES HES HES THAT DOM OMGGGG GNBDBDB. I CANT PLEASE MY NOSE IS GONNA GO RUNNING AGAIN OMGGG. I wrote I smut with Dojin and I’m hella proud of it omgg. Ok but like, for me as far as Enoi, (fuck I love that we’re talking about them I miss them so much) I want to dom Hamin and Jinwoo and be dommed by Gun, Laon and Dojin obvi. I do believe Kyuhyun is the sweet and gentle bof type but I have such a feeling that he would have ways of domming you skskksk. And Yanghyuk I mean my size kink obvi ugh. I want to dom my baby Jinwoo so much and Hamin ugh, that man had me creaming oceans for him it was crazy he seems like such a shy sweetie I wanna get him all flustered ugh. I just want to hear men whine and whimper and squirm as you dom them and make them beg to cum ya’know? That’s my shit right there and fuck. My lil Jinwoo would whine so much omgg.

FFS YONGTAE OUT HERE GROWLING LIKE A WOLF I SWEAR ON GOD SKSKSKKS THAT MAN GETS ME HEATED PHEW. (Literally one of my demon daddies hahah)

AHEM IS THAT ONESHOT AVAILABLE TO GAZE MY SIGHT MELONS UPON? And yes you are absolutely correct that tongue of his. HES SUCH A FUCKING FOM ALPHA MALE THO I MEAN COIN. That’s my proof/evidence/argument. Just Coin made me so feral slsksksk ugh

[bella-monoxide]

TROPE GAME

I was tagged by @saveyoua-seat ! Let‘s see if I can get this right.

1. Slowburn or Love at First Sight

2. Fake Dating or Secretly Dating (this one was a toss-up, though)

3. Enemies to Lovers or Best Friends to Lovers

4. “Oh no, there’s Only One Bed,” or Long Distance Correspondence

5. Hurt/Comfort or Amnesia (I freaking HATE amnesia! My dad had early onset Alzheimer‘s.)

6. Fantasy AU or Modern AU

7. Mutual Pining or Domestic Bliss

8. Smut or Fluff (I love smut, but at the end of the day, I gotta say Fluff)

9. Canon-Compliant/Missing Scenes or Fix-It (I can‘t decide)

10. Alternate Universe or Future Story

11. Oneshot or Multi-chapter (I have cursed quite a bit at oneshots with ten thousand words, so.)

12. Kid - or Road Trip story (Hellooooo SPN fandom!)

13. Reincarnation or Character Death Neither.

14. Arranged Marriage or Accidental Marriage (Though arranged marriage has its perks; I feel like this is all very fandom dependend...) @diminuel

15. High School Romance or Middle-Aged Romance (Again, fandom factors in here!)

16. Time Travel or Isolated Together

17. Neigbours or Roommates

18. Sci Fi AU or Magic AU (Sci Fi would be Mass Effect 🥰)

19. Body-Swap or Genderbend

20. Angst or Crack

21. Apocalyptic or Mundane (This one cracked me up - my first ever fandom was The Walking Dead, and I‘ve written 37 stories that are TWD or at least feature characters fom that show.)

Maybe @mansikkaomenabanaani and @daffietjuh would like to give this a try as well..?)

[himeofshyness]

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎

[After countless side quests—gathering rare relics, artifacts, and questionable items,—casting complicated spells (including accidentally turning their cow blue for a week and setting a tree on fire), the Farmer finally frees Caldarus from his statue prison.]

Caldarus: *stands before them, now in human form, his dragon wings unfurled, horns glinting in the sunlight, and a tail lazily swishing behind him. The air practically hums with power.*

Farmer: *gawking, inner thoughts* Oh no. He’s hot. Like, "burn-down-my-crops" hot.

Caldarus: *stretching his wings, glancing at his hands with a satisfied grin* I’m finally free… after a thousand years. I can feel the wind again. *breathes deeply* No more being a glorified lawn ornament.

Farmer: *still staring* Uh-huh. Majestic. Totally majestic.

Caldarus: *turning to them with a charming smile* Truly, I owe you a debt I cannot hope to repay. Tell me, Farmer. What reward would suffice for freeing me?

Farmer: *already holding out a bouquet, a ring, and a chest full of their finest gold and jewels* Simple. Marry me.

Caldarus: *blinking, wings twitching in surprise* ...Pardon?

Farmer: Look, you’re tall, you have wings, horns and you practically radiate ‘mysterious ancient power.’ You expect me not to shoot my shot?

Caldarus: *staring at the offerings, then at the Farmer, tail flicking in amusement* You freed me from an ancient curse and your first thought was marriage?

Farmer: *nodding enthusiastically* Yup. Right here, right now. We can skip the long courting phase. I’ve got the ring, the flowers, and enough wealth to fund a honeymoon in every region of Mistria. Let’s go.

Caldarus: *crossing his arms, smirking* I see you’ve also conveniently ignored the thousand-year gap in life experience. I don’t even know what a 'honeymoon' is.

Farmer: Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Lesson one: It involves a lot of cake and maybe—just maybe, romantic walks under the moonlight. Lesson two: you looking like that means I have no self-control.

Caldarus: *chuckling, wings rustling* Hmm. So bold. I do admire confidence in a mortal. But tell me, are you proposing because of my power… or my devastatingly good looks?

Farmer: *deadpan*...Yes.

Caldarus: *sighing, rubbing his temples as his tail sways* I suppose I should have expected this. You were always talking to my statue about your tragic love life.

Farmer: *shrugging* Hey, you gave great advice! Plus, you could’ve warned me that you were this attractive.

Caldarus: As a statue? Should I have etched a warning plaque? ‘Caution: Restoring this relic may result in intense attraction.’

Farmer: Honestly? It would’ve saved me a lot of emotional turmoil right now.

Caldarus: *snorts, wings twitching with amusement* And you believe a mere proposal is enough? Have you considered the implications? I am an immortal dragon guardian. Marriage is a… complicated matter.

Farmer: Pfft. You sound like you’re overthinking it. I mean, you’ve been stuck as a statue for a thousand years. Surely you’ve had time to think about settling down.

Caldarus: *deadpan* Yes. Clearly, I spent every waking moment contemplating wedding registries and floral arrangements.

Farmer: See? You’re a natural. I’ll handle the registry; you just show up looking majestic and vaguely dangerous.

Caldarus: *exasperated but amused, pacing with his tail flicking* Do you always leap into life-altering decisions without thought?

Farmer: Absolutely. Did you not hear the part where I accidentally turned my cow blue? Commitment issues? Never heard of them.

Caldarus: *pauses, glancing back with a raised brow* That… explains a great deal.

Farmer: Come on. We already have a history. Remember when I told your statue self about that embarrassing date with the cute blacksmith?

Caldarus: *groans dramatically, covering his face with one hand* Unfortunately, I do recall. You spoke for three hours.

Farmer: And yet you didn’t turn to dust. Clearly, we’re meant to be.

Caldarus: *peeking through his fingers, giving them a look* You are infuriating.

Farmer: But charmingly persistent.

Caldarus: *sighing, wings drooping slightly as he gives a reluctant smile* Persistent is one word for it.

Farmer: *grinning, stepping closer* So… is that a ‘yes’?

Caldarus: *arching a brow, giving them a slow, teasing look* Hmm. Tempting. But I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than showing up with shiny trinkets and reckless confidence.

Farmer: Wow. Harsh. After everything I did to free you?

Caldarus: *smirking, wings giving a playful flick* I am grateful. Truly. But I’ve been sealed for a thousand years. I’m hardly rushing into a binding contract with a mortal who once confessed they tried to romance a merchant for discount prices.

Farmer: *groans* Okay, first off, it was a strategic decision. Second, it didn’t work anyway. Third—!

Caldarus: *laughing now, warm and rich, shaking his head* Enough. Your desperation is amusing, but I need time to explore this world again. Perhaps if you prove yourself more… convincingly, we’ll revisit this conversation.

Farmer: *grinning smugly* Oh, you’re so into me.

Caldarus: *turning away, tail flicking with mock indifference* Keep telling yourself that, mortal.

Farmer: *calling after him* Don’t worry, I will! You will be mine!

Caldarus: *under his breath, smiling* ...Infuriating mortal indeed.

[frodothefair]

Unwritten fics game!

@meluiloth tagged me, thank you! In fact, I now have several fic ideas that are probably not going to be written any time soon, because I just outlined FoM, and at the pace I'm going, I'll probably be at it until the fall. And I am not particularly good at juggling multiple WIPs; I never have been.

Rivendell - Currently, it is a published oneshot, but I plan to make it into a longfic. Frodo and Marigold Gamgee get together before the quest, and they flee to Rivendell together when disaster with the Ring strikes. Afterwards, they are forced to part, but Marigold soon finds she is expecting a child. The story will feature their psychic connection during the quest, a healer-elf named Nisilë who is a living ultrasound machine, a reunion in Minas Tirith, and the reckoning with Frodo's illness after the war.

Genderbent!Frodo (in a way, Frodo is also socially trans-masc here, as far as this can be understood in the world of Middle-earth). Another post-quest story, where Sam confesses to Frodo in Minas Tirith, and they become intimate, resulting in Frodo conceiving. Now poor Frodo has a pregnancy to deal with on top of her illness and the events of the Scouring, and she and Sam get married. Frodo then struggles with whether to leave Middle-earth when she is offered that option.

Expats - I wrote the first chapter, and this story can work either as a fanfic about Elijah Wood, or an original story about a character who was a child actor and transitioned to a successful adult Hollywood career. In either case, a fan strikes up an unlikely relationship with her idol, and they get married and settle down. However, the actor's statement during an interview reveals that he knows a bit too much about the seedy underbelly of Hollywood, and he begins getting threats, as well as demands from journalists and other interested parties to reveal more. The couple flee and lay low in Ukraine, where the woman is originally from, and then the actor starts getting local roles and gets involved in the community, which gives him the courage to do a tell-all interview and name the powerful players who have abused others and have gotten away with it for years. (Fun fact: this one was inspired by a dream I had, and the fact that "returning emigrant" roles in certain countries are given to actors who are, in fact, native speakers of English, and it just... hilariously doesn't work, but it's funny anyway. Also, yes, reading between the lines you can probably guess what kind of abuse I am talking about above).

Flowers of Chernobyl - Again, a story that can work either a modern AU of Flowers of Mordor, or an original work. A CIA veteran who was part of a highly specialized and dangerous mission in Chernobyl, Ukraine returns home to LA. His close friend who is also the family gardener overheard something he should not have, and was forced to either join a witness protection program, or be drafted into the CIA as well. This friend ended up going with the main character on the mission, and after it is all over, the friend/gardener's sweet younger sister, who is an aspiring doctor, comes to stay at the luxurious LA mansion for the summer, and she and the tragic CIA veteran get romantically involved.

In general, I am not sure if I want to try to get into the publishing industry. Part of me does want the recognition, but part of me feels like I will invariably have to sacrifice artistic license, and with the two stories that could work either as fanfics or original stories as above, I would have to navigate making sure that there is no whiff of an allusion to Elijah or LOTR, for instance. There is, I have to say, a certain freedom in fanfiction and publishing online. You can write whatever the heck you want, within reason.

Tags: @konartiste, @ceemafanfic if you have not been tagged already, and anyone else who wants to do this.