#maedhros whump

[monarchthefirst]

haven’t been on for quite a while but…

Maedhros in Angband. Charcoal has been my favorite media lately.😇

[azaisya]

@just-another-linguist and @melestasflight both requested Fingon which was v exciting. Fingon is one of the characters that really stuck with me the first time I read the Silm, but I’ve never actually drawn him. In my mind this is like a Valinor-era Fingon!

[whumpybobbert]

Seriously. Maedhros, Beren, Gwindor, Sauron, Frodo, and now Celebrimbor! It's a Thing

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober day 13: familiar curse.

Celebrimbor had resigned himself to being the last descendant of Feanor, the end of the line, and then he met Elrond. Kind, wonderful Elrond who calls Maglor and Maedhros his fathers. Perhaps he is not alone in his standing after all.

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When he first meets Elrond, he is unsure of what to expect, because while he trusts Gil-galad to not send him someone dangerous or untrustworthy, it was Celebrimbor's uncles who took Elrond and his twin from their family, who kept them for a number of years, away from elven society.

During that first day, neither of them bring up Feanor, the Silmarils, or the oath. Celebrimbor allows himself some peace when Elrond seems more nervous about the fact that Celebrimbor is a well-known smith than that he is related to the House of Feanor. His fascination with Celebrimbor's work is flattering, though uneccessary, and Celebrimbor finds himself thoroughly charmed by the peredhel.

This ease is why, when Elrond enters Celebrimbor's office the following morning wearing a cloak embroided with the star of Feanor, he promptly chokes on his tea and sputters, unable to tear his eyes away from the design. Elrond is worried, rushing over and checking on Celebrimbor with concern in his eyes and a frown on his lips.

Waving his concern off, Celebrimbor straightens and sets his tea down. Now that Elrond is closer, he can see the design even clearer, and it is most certainly the 8-point star that Celebrimbor is still fond of, even with all of its... associations. Elrond must notice his gaze, because he follows it to the cloak, and to Celebrimbors surprise, blushes.

"I apologize, I had only thought-" Elrond takes a shuffling step backwards, hands grabbing at his sleeves and turning his face away from Celebrimbor and towards a bookshelf. "I cannot wear them in Lindon." Oh. Oh. The explanation offered is hesitant, unsure, and absolutely heartbreaking. Most of the elves in Middle Earth do not take kindly to those who bear the symbol of Feanor, but Eregion is a settlement unlike any others. A large remainder of those who are still loyal to Feanor and his sons reside in his city, loyal now to him.

"You have no need to apologize, Elrond. It simply... surprised me. I was not aware you held any love for the Feanorians." Celebrimbor replies slowly, taking another sip of his tea while he waits for Elrond to respond. Celebrimbor observes his face, which rapidly transitions between confused, distressed, and then finally settles on slightly manic humour.

"Lord Celebrimbor I-" He laughs, running a hand through his hair. Celebrimbor begins to feel worried when by the end of the laughter it sounds more like sounds of anguish than joy. "I suppose I should have rather asked for your permission before counting myself among those of your house."

"Permission before- Elrond what are you talking about?" Celebrimbor asks, standing and approaching the half-elf, whose legs seem to falter beneath him for a moment. Celebrimbor rushes forward, supporting his weight- far too light honestly, does Ereinion not take care of his herald?- for the moment it takes for Elrond to recover.

"It is well known, in Lindon. As a child I found little sense in censoring my words. I used to only refer to them as atya and atarinya, but that is reserved now for certain company." Elrond clearly sees something in his expression, because he squints and then speaks very slowly, as if to a child. "Maedhros and Maglor. Elros and my foster fathers. I belong to the house of Feanor- though I can... I cannot, if it makes you uncomfortable, Lord Celebrimbor. You are the last of the blood relatives in the family." Elrond's smile is bitter, the light in his eyes dimmed, and Celebrimbor can't have that now can he?

"Forgive me, Elrond, for making you question your place. I was not aware that you viewed Maglor and Maedhros as more than those who haunt your dreams." Celebrimbor speaks softly, backing up and taking his seat once more. He nods to the seat across from him, waiting for Elrond to sit, because he still looks peaky, before continuing. "Though you are not related by blood, if it is as you say and you consider Maedhros and Maglor your fathers, than I see no reason why you should not have claim over the title of descendant of Feanor."

Elrond looks relieved, and Celebrimbor momentarily reflects on the fact that this might be one of the oddest mornings he has ever had. Only yesterday he had been worried over the fact that Elrond may try to claim reparations for the wrongs Celebrimbor's house had done to him, but instead he has gained a... cousin. A relative.

"Lord Celebrimbor, I apologize. We got very off track and I do not seem to recall my purpose for coming to your office." Elrond says after a few moments. He looks lost, and Celebrimbor- who had already decided he quite liked this peredhel yesterday- finds himself with the desire to prevent that look from ever being on Elrond's face again.

"It is of no matter, Elrond. And you may drop the title, after all we are cousins." The blush returns to Elrond's cheeks, a pleased smile twisting the corners of his lips despite the way he clearly tries to stop it. Celebrimbor smiles back, taking a sip of his tea and grimacing, for it has grown cold. He sets it down with a sigh, and he intends to make polite conversation, but what falls from his lips is instead, "How much do you know of the oath?"

The smile on Elrond's face falters, and Celebrimbor curses his clumsy words, he should not have asked that. He is not sure he even wants to know, for he would not wish the up close experience of wrath the oaths caused on anyone.

"I know enough," The reply is quiet, contemplative. "They took us. They left us. Twice. I will not get to see them, even when I sail west." The last sentence seems to be the undoing, and Elrond's voice falters, thick with emotions. Celebrimbor nods, once, and then clears his throat.

"You will have me, cousin." Celebrimbor assures, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. He has long accepted that he will not be able to reunite with his family, but it is fresher for Elrond, and it makes the old wound feel as though it has begun to weep anew.

Elrond sniffs, tries to discretely wipe his eyes, and then steers the conversation towards Celebrimbor's broach. Celebrimbor indulges, how could he not? And they resume the easy manner of discussion from yesterday.

-

"You will have to let me forge you one," Celebrimbor insists over dinner, as the topic of the broach is brought up again. Inspired by their conversation this morning, Celebrimbor had shown Elrond some of his recent work, because he is not above seeking praise. Elrond is very generous with his praise, and Celebrimbor asks to see Elrond's recent work, if he has any to offer.

Written works are hesitantly handed over, a mixture of what clearly works for the High King and personal projects. "You are a gifted wordsmith," Celebrimbor had muttered out, reading through the pages. He is glad that he looked up for a moment, because the smile on Elrond's face shone brighter than any silmaril.

At Elrond's suggestion, they move away from his works and back to Celebrimbor's. They discuss matters of forging and metals, matters that Elrond is surprisingly educated about, until dinner. Celebrimbor catches Elrond staring at the broach, and so offers to forge one for him.

"You will do no such thing," Elrond protests, taking a sip from his wine. He is relaxed, smiling, and Celebrimbor knows then that he must forgore Elrond something, a souvenir for his time in Eregion.

"I will," Celebrimbor states simply, chuckling when Elrond continues to protest. Feanorian stubbornness knows no bounds, but Elrond cannot stop Celebrimbor from forging, and Celebrimbor knows that Elrond is far too polite to refuse a gift. He will win, in the end.

-

The day Elrond is set to leave Eregion, Celebrimbor presents him with a small jewelry box, smirking. Elrond glares at him, but it is short lived, when he opens the box to find the broach. It is beautiful, Celebrimbor knows, but the reverence with which Elrond looks at it is unexpected.

"Thank you," Elrond says, voice suspiciously thick. Celebrimbor chuckles good naturedly and hugs him, tightly.

"You're welcome." He replies softly, "You can repay me by coming to visit again soon."

"Very well." Elrond agrees, pulling out of the hug and looking at Celebrimbor, deep into his eyes. "I will see you soon, cousin."

[unendingwanderlust]

TOLKIEN HORROR WEEK (@tolkienhorrorweek) DAY 1: ANGBAND, CAPTIVITY, "SEETH ALL THINGS CROOKED"

No light reaches the lowest levels of Angband. In this cell, from his body, a scream dissolves into the air.

Maedhros no longer feels his throat. Or his arms. Or his legs. Or any other part of him, for that matter. The pain, once acute and all-consuming, has dulled into nothingness. He floats in the stale air, suspended from heavy iron chains; naught more than a collection of fragmented sounds, smells, and images.

Reality, unreality; is there even a difference?

No hope reaches the lowest levels of Angband. In this cell, from another body, a scream dissolves into the air.

[tanoraqui]

I love post-Thangorodrim whump & hurt/comfort as much as, maybe more than the next girl, but sometimes I DO want to physically shake many fanfiction writers—especially modern au writers, for some reason—and remind them that the CANONICAL effect of Maedhros’s captivity and torment upon his psyche was,

…the orcs fled before his face, for since his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead. Thus the great fortress upon the Hill of Himring could not be taken…

Maedhros isn’t anxious and traumatized, he is FULL OF RESPLENDENT AND VERY EFFECTIVELY VIOLENT WRATH and traumatized

[sothatsagoodthing]

A silmarillion horror story for spooky season

Fingon marches right up to the door of Maitimo’s room. But then Celegorm lays his palm across the dark wood, blocks the way with his body.

„No questions. If you can’t promise me that, I’m not letting you in there.“

Fingon balks. „I can’t promise that.“

„Then you can turn back around.“

Maedhros whump with a hefty side of brotherly feels and bonus russingon, guaranteed to make you shiver!

[alicewritingstories]

Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me"

CW: Aftermath of torture, mutilation, suicidal ideation

AO3

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Fingon held onto Maedhros' emaciated body as tightly as he could as Thorondir carried them back towards home. It was hard to keep pressure on the stump of his cousin's wrist and keep his limp form balanced on the eagle's back, but he did his best, trying to ignore the amount of blood soaking through the cloak he'd wrapped around Maedhros' arm.

To his relief, Thorondir landed as soon as they were in relatively safe territory and crouched to let him scramble down, half-lifting and half-dragging Maedhros to the ground with him. For his part, Maedhros didn't react. Fingon was torn between gratitude and worry about that; while unconscious, Maedhros couldn't feel pain, but there was a horrible, gnawing chance that he never would wake.

Now on a solid surface, Fingon pulled his blanket out of his bag and wrapped it around Maedhros as best he could, then started unwrapping the cloak from his arm enough to start cutting it into strips to use as bandages. He didn't know much about how to treat a wound this severe, but strapping the wadded cloak over it tightly enough to stop the blood would surely help.

As he worked, Maedhros finally stirred, groaning softly.

"Maedhros?" murmured Fingon softly, freezing in place. "Don't worry; we're on the way home."

Maedhros moaned again. Fingon took his water bottle from his hip and tried to give his cousin a drink, but Maedhros turned away, his eyes flickering open.

"Maedhros?"

Maedhros blinked as his eyes slowly focused on Fingon's face. "Wha… happened?" he murmured.

He had still been conscious when Fingon told him of the plan to cut off his hand, but Fingon repeated it anyway. "I cut off your hand. I'm sorry; it was the only way."

Maedhros frowned. "Liar…" he whispered.

Fingon blinked. "What? You know there wasn't another way."

"You… promised. You said… you'd kill me. Why…"

"When Thorondor arrived and brought me up to you, I realized it wasn't the only way to rescue you. I -"

"You lied to me." Maedhros coughed to clear his dry throat, but once again turned away when Fingon tried to give him water. "Told me… you'd kill me."

Fingon frowned.

"Taking me back… to be… cut off my hand and… taking me back crippled to… laugh…"

"I'm not taking you back to laugh at you; I want to save your life!" exclaimed Fingon indignantly.

Maedhros didn't reply. His eyes had fallen closed again and Fingon guessed that he'd fainted. He set his jaw and went back to bandaging Maedhros' wrist. That had been exhaustion and hunger and blood-loss, that was all. He could think about it later. For now, the important thing was to keep Maedhros alive until he was in the hands of skilled healers.

And it hadn't been a lie. He'd promised to save Maedhros and that was what he was doing. Maedhros was the one who had asked for death as an alternative to staying where he was.

Fingon had broken no promises.

He could only hope Maedhros would see it that way too.

[avenger-313]

For When I Am Weak, Then I Am Strong

Chapter 1

As of today, they had made good progress halfway through their journey and met with most of their assets. They were supposed to reach Dimbar to wait out the storm and the coming night. That was to say if they hadn't faced a complication that had doubled his trepidation. Because now he faced not only bad weather but a hoard of Orcs pouring in from the surrounding hills right into their path.

The cover of clouds in the approaching twilight had helped the nasty beasts, and the thunderstorm had made it easier to take them by surprise without being heard. The fact that Moryo and his elves had been riding nonstop for several hours to leave Nan Dungortheb behind also contributed to furthering their plight. Their horses were not ready for a long gallop.

Cursing under his breath, the lord of Thargelion thrust his spear up from the side and arched it forward, motioning his elves to plunge through. Their numbers were not enough for spreading out; if they could fight an opening right in the middle, they could hope to outrun the offending party. He blinked the rain from his eyes and gave a mighty battle cry as the orcs came within reach, rendering some of them breathless by his Power-induced Voice. He was not as strong as Makalaurë, but few could rival his fury on the battlefield.

Metals clashed and guttural screams of pain mingled with thunder, the first line of orcs falling under hooves. The second line was harder to kill, their disarray ruining the coordination of the elves. Some elves fell behind, some were moving too fast, and Carnistir could only shout for them to stay as close as they could.

Suddenly a dark shadow lunged at him, the weight knocking him back and forcing him to let go of his horse to forestall his fall along with his rider. Sharp teeth sank deep into his shoulder and he struggled to keep the scream in, then he hit the ground hard.

His ears were ringing. There was darkness around, all senses robbed of him for some moments. He heaved a breath that came with difficulty, then blinked his eyes against the darkness. His vision was spinning and his thoughts were scattered, but a mighty weight was pressing down on him. He tried to remember where he was and what had happened, but the weight had a decipherable shape now.

A werewolf.

[papita474]

So I just saw this thing called whumptober when people make art of literally traumatized characters,so well .... This drawing of Mae feels called out.

Anyways this thing still hurts my soul😭👍

Probably darknest shit I made for a while...

Anyways,Angband Mae and a silm bc I didn't know how to fill that empty space.

Body reference taken from this channel from yt :3

[monarchthefirst]

Just completely convinced that Morgoth had like a creeeeepy obsession with Maedhros’s hair. Idk why. But I believe in the end, Maedhros preferred any torture or humiliation to being forced to let Morgoth mess with his hair for hours at a time. Especially if Morgoth had an uneven temper and would brush it gently one moment and then yank it suddenly in a rage in the next moment. Also thinking Morgoth made it a whole business of carefully tying/braiding his hair out of the way before torturing him. Just imagining Maedhros’s long gorgeous hair becoming a point of trauma and humiliation for him is just deliciously whumpy and heartbreaking😇😩. Have a great day, guys!💕🌸🌹🌷

[tethysresort]

∇ - old age/aging headcanon ☠ - angry/violent headcanon ♒ - cooking/food headcanon for Glorf :>

For Glorfindel!  Yay! 

∇ - old age/aging headcanon - Aging isn’t really an elf thing.  But Glorfindel watches the Ages go by without really getting “old”.  He is too flexible for that and too focused on the future to worry too much about the past unless it is PTSD or trauma related.  (Those memories just leap up and bite him every once in a while.)  He does however, train generations of Men and dwarves to join the Guard.  And work with generations of Elros’ descendants.  He hates watching them slowly grow old and die, it seems to happen too fast.  But he still gets attached to them and mourns them as his friends and colleagues. 

He’s going to flip when he reaches the age to start growing a beard.  (Won’t happen in any of my stories, sorry.  I am NOT a facial hair fan.)  And then make stupid jokes about his new beard until Erestor rolls his eyes. 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon - Glorfindel is not, for all that he spends a lot of his life sending people into battle, or leading armies into battle, a violent person.  And he really carries very little anger in his soul - he tends to be philosophical about slights and misfortune pushes him towards grief and depression. 

The exception is for when he feels that Erestor or his bond with Erestor is threatened somehow.  The one time that a soldier suggested that he cheat on Erestor, and didn’t get the polite “no” (and in fact threatened that “something might happen to him”, he beat the soldier down into a bloody pulp and then had him transported to the Healing Hall for Elrond.  Elrond splinted the broken bones, listened to the story, and suggested very carefully that the soldier join the Armies of Lindon or Sail.  But to either way never appear in front of Glorfindel again for his own safety. 

I am also currently working on an Erestor whump story.  Glorfindel does NOT handle Erestor injured well, and teeters on violence as a way of defending him.  (He growls at Elrond, Elrond rolls his eyes and ignores him in favor of checking on Erestor yet again.  Elrond is too used to elves who lived through the Wrath reacting poorly to waking up injured.  And Maedhros used to growl at people when injured too.) 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon - Glorfindel’s favorite childhood desert was a baked flaky bun with sugar and nut filling, drizzled with sugar over the top.  He has a sweet tooth, but not as bad a one as Erestor and his love for chocolate.  He is partial to trying new things and very little fazes him when it comes to being asked to eat something unfamiliar.  If Cook were trying to coax him to eat, he would produce a whole sampler platter of different familiar and unfamiliar foods and trust that the novelty of the variety would get Glorfindel to eat it as “two bites of each”. 

He can cook basic food just fine in a regular kitchen or on a campfire - flat breads, soups, stews, fried things…  It’s just not a passion or particular interest of his.  And if it comes out badly, as long as it won’t actually poison him, he’ll still eat it (burnt the bread ect).  He remembers the Ice too well to waste food.  With Erestor’s memories of Beleriand, the two together are very anti food waste. 

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober Day 11: SEEING DOUBLE + Loneliness

Set pre-season 1, minor canon divergence/au

Elrond once shared a face with another, and though he loves his friends, it is not the same to see another face but one that is almost like his, but for the way the light hits the eyes and the smile tips up to one side.

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Elrond, like many other elves, was prone to reflecting on his past, for he had lived for quite some time now (though he was certainly not even close in age to the oldest of elves). He had known many elves, dwarves, and men during his time, and lost many too. Today was a day where he was more reflective than usual, as today was the day Elros had died. It had taken the news quite some time to reach him, but the letter informing him had been dated. It had been many many years ago now, but every year Elrond takes the day off because there is no cure for grief, and it returns year after year. There is nothing as isolating, as lonely, as losing the person you are meant to have with you forever.

Upon waking, his limbs feel heavy as lead, and he closes his eyes again, not wanting to face the day yet. Every day he has to contend with living in a world without Elros, but today he is, at the very least, allowed to be fully affected by the grief that he keeps locked in his heart. It circulates in his blood and forces him down into the mattress, fingers curled into the cloak that remains one of the last objects he has that belonged to Elros. The cloak was a gift from when Elros first left to Númenor, and Elrond had done his best to take care of it.

As he lays in bed, listening to the hustle and bustle of early morning Lindon outside his door, he hopes that, if the rumours are false and they both, or even one of them, still walk upon Arda's soil, that Maedhros and Maglor are doing fine this day. Perhaps they do not know the exact date of Elros's passing, and he is silly to keep them in his thoughts, but it makes him feel slightly better to think of them and believe that they are thinking of him and Elros. Maedhros’s death is a widespread rumour, but Maglor’s is less so, it is more commonly said that he wanders the world without purpose. Elrond likes to hope that one day he will wander to Lindon, or Eregion while Elrond is visiting, and they can be reunited again. It is a pleasant thought.

There is a knock on the door, sharp and quick- it is Galadriel, then. His voice comes out in a throaty mumble the first time he tries it, so he clears his throat and tries again. “Come in!” Elros’s voice calls from his lips, and Elrond loses any will he had gained to see Galadriel, because as much as he loves her, he does not have the energy to put into words the immense pain he feels constricting his heart.

She slips into his room quietly, not speaking until she has sat on the edge of his bed and placed a hand in his hair, stroking it back. “I know you do not wish for company,” Galadriel begins in a soft voice, looking towards his door as she speaks, “But I do not wish to see one of my last remaining friends fade, and neither does Ereinion.”

Grip tightening on the cloak, Elrond looks up at her and forces a small smile onto his face. He sits up, shuffling so that he is sat next to Galadriel, and sets his head on her shoulder. “I will not fade, not after all this time. The pain is present, yes, but the wound does not weep as it once did.” It is easier to speak in a formal manner, because Valar knows that Elros wouldn’t be caught dead speaking like that to anyone closer to him than an acquaintance. Elrond had always been more interested in etiquette and court than Elros, though it was Elros who became a king, so maybe that changed over time.

There is another knock, and Elrond wonders when he acquired so many people who care about him. He had only Elros for so long with their parents being more concerned about the Silmarils, not to speak ill of them of course, and though they both had Maedhros and Maglor for a time, eventually Elrond was left alone, without anyone. Yet now, he had not only Galadriel, but whoever is awaiting his welcome outside of his door. “Enter!” He calls, lifting his head from Galadriel's shoulder and sitting up, for he could not place the knock and does not want to be seen as… as upset as he truly is.

He freezes as the elf lets himself in, blinking rapidly for a moment as he fights back tears. His closest living connection to the house of Fëanor, the house that he considers himself a part of, though he lacks a true blood relation. “Celebrimbor,” Elrond whispers, and if he could, he would leave his bed and capture his cousin in a very long hug. He wishes, suddenly, that he had been able to get dressed that morning, or at the very least brush his hair and teeth. Galadriel has seen him at his worst- including when he first lost Elros and his grief was still fresh, Celebrimbor has not.

“Elrond, I apologise if I am not wanted but-” Though any other day Elrond would have rather died than interrupt Celebrimbor, truly the greatest of elven smiths for he did not create the silmarils, which is a bonus in Elrond’s book, today he is more Elros than Elrond, and so he speaks out of turn. His voice is still weak, but it is stronger than it has been all morning, and there is a small, but genuine, smile on his face as he speaks, because Elros would have poked fun at the fact that Elrond is finally getting over his astonishment of Celebrimbor, and because Celebrimbor is here.

“You are wanted, I am so glad you have come.” Elrond interjects, standing up on shaking legs. His body does not wish to cooperate with him on this day, but he manages to take a few staggering steps forward, and collapses into Celebrimbor’s arms when they open to him. A sob works its way out of his throat, and though he hates to ruin the robes Celebrimbor is wearing, he cannot bring himself to pull away as the tears begin pouring from his eyes. A hand wraps around the back of his head, the other around his back, and Elrond feels more like himself than he has all day. He cries until he has run out of tears, and continues to stand there for a few more moments still, taking in the comfort offered because today is a day where he can do so without feeling guilty.

Galadriel offers him water, and he notices that she must have left and returned with a water jug and glasses at some point. He accepts, taking his place next to her once again, and sipping slowly. Celebrimbor sits on Elrond’s other side, and Elrond snorts to himself, pressing a hand over his mouth to stifle his giggles.

“What are you laughing at?” Galadriel asks, a smile in her voice as she turns towards him. Elrond laughs a bit harder, wiping at his eyes and shaking his head.

“Elros would simply not believe his own eyes if he saw me now, sitting between Lady Galadriel, princess of the Ñoldor, most esteemed warrior, fair beyond compare, and Celebrimbor, cousin of ours, and greatest of the elven smiths.” Elrond explains, voice wavering somewhere between laughter and tears. “Even more, he would not believe that I would not be so starstruck as to be rendered unable to speak.”

Galadriel laughs and Celebrimbor rubs a hand down Elrond's back and shakes his head, fond exasperation clear in the gesture. Elrond smiles, eyes wet and puffy, heart still heavy with grief but lighter now, and speaks again, “Thank you for being here when he cannot.”

“We would not miss it for anything,” Galadriel replies, kissing his temple and wiping some of the tears off of his face with a kind smile.

“For anything,” Celebrimbor repeats softly, leaning closer to Elrond, who does not feel very lonely at all anymore.

[demon----dean]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Maedhros | Maitimo/Clone Commander Thorn, Éowyn/Padmé Amidala Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), CC-1010 | Fox, CC-4477 | Thire, Coruscant Guard Trooper Hound (Star Wars), Ecthelion of the Fountain, CC-3636 | Wolffe, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Éowyn (Tolkien), Éomer Éadig, Padmé Amidala Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crossover, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Captivity, Silmarils, Mind Control, Survivor Guilt, Whump, Febuwhump 2023 Summary:

Maedhros wakes in a darkness without stars, a heavy chain around his throat, a crown like cold iron around his brow.

[beatrice-otter]

Fic Rec Meme

I love rec lists! Got this meme format from sixbeforelunch. Here are twelve recs in twelve categories: Angst, AU, Canon Divergence, Crossover, Fixit, Fluff, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Post/Pre-Canon, Songfic, Whump.

1. Angst

what this darkness cannot swallow, it must spit out (24750 words) by Dialux Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Caranthir | Morifinwë/Haleth of the Haladin, Caranthir | Morifinwë & Maedhros | Maitimo, Caranthir | Morifinwë & Maglor | Makalaurë, Caranthir | Morifinwë & Celegorm | Turcafinwë, Caranthir | Morifinwë & Curufin | Curufinwë, Amras & Amrod & Caranthir | Morifinwë, Caranthir | Morifinwë & Fëanor | Curufinwë, Caranthir | Morifinwë & Nerdanel, Caranthir | Morifinwë & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Caranthir | Morifinwë, Maedhros | Maitimo, Maglor | Makalaurë, Celegorm | Turcafinwë, Curufin | Curufinwë, Amras (Tolkien), Amrod (Tolkien), Fëanor | Curufinwë, Nerdanel (Tolkien), Finrod Felagund | Findaráto, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Brother-Brother Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Feanorian Family Feels, Dysfunctional Families Slowly Becoming Functional, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, The Therapeutic Vibe Of Planting Trees, Post-Canon Fix-It, Maedhros' Awful Sense Of Humor Post-Rebirth, No. None of the Feanorians Can Keep Secrets., Alternate Universe - Caranthir Fucks, How To Get A Guy Who Hates You To Kill You, ...how to FAIL at getting a guy who hates you to kill you, Fëanorian Week 2021 Summary:

Caranthir sighs, disgusted, and sits on the bed, as far as he can get from Celegorm without appearing like he’s halfway to crawling out of his skin. “I didn’t come back to life so I could hear how much my dying traumatized you.”

“You fucking bastard,” says Celegorm, and lunges.

[When Caranthir is reborn into Valinor, he must deal with everything he left behind in Beleriand- the annoying brothers, the overbearing parents, the family he lost and will never regain.

But there are things that Caranthir does not know. There are lies that have not yet been unwound. There are mercies he has never expected. It takes orange trees, infuriating brothers, silver ribbons and unseasonal thunderstorms, but slowly Caranthir learns precisely how wrong he is.]

2. Alternate Universe

New Wave (103324 words) by yellow_caballero Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake Characters: Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Arthur Brown, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Stephanie Brown is Robin, 1930s mobster movie + 90s kid PBS show + 00s tween girl cartoon, Steph's a skate punk Tim's a leet hacker and Bruce has NO idea what's happening, Can YOU jam with the console cowboys in cyberspace?, The Batman (Movie 2022) + The Batman (Cartoon 2004) + Turning Red basically, Stephanie Brown-centric Summary:

Some lunatic in a bat costume is running around Gotham clowning on fools, but local delinquent Stephanie Brown has way bigger problems. When her father and friends start joining mob wars Steph knows she has to do something about it before Gotham collapses. If that means joining up with rich dudes playing dress up, pasty nerds with hacking and photography habits, and throwing on a costume herself, then that’s just what she’ll have to do. Even if Batman works alone. She’s convincing.

In which Stephanie Brown rocks the radical nineties and becomes the first Robin, ruining Batman’s life and giving Tim Drake a hobby.

3. Canon Divergence

Listen To Your Heart (No!) (67914 words) by yellow_caballero Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Layla El-Faouly/Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly & Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant Characters: Jake Lockley, Layla El-Faouly, Khonshu (Moon Knight), Steven Grant (Marvel), Jean-Paul DuChamp, Marc Spector Additional Tags: Action & Romance, Drama & Romance, absolutely unprecedented levels of wifeguy & husbandgirl, layla's a bit of a reylo but we don't hold that against her, jake's over-reliance on WikiHow to navigate social situations, unstoppable 'I can fix him' vs immovable 'I can make her worse', Unreliable Narrator, internalized ableism, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied Sexual Content, Autistic Jake Lockley, Ableism Summary:

One month after Marc Spector crawled inside an Egyptian temple and Jake Lockley walked out, Jake tracks down Layla El-Faouly and offers to help her take revenge and avenge her father. Jake is sure this is how flirting works. Pretty sure.

It's easy to fall in love with a badass protector of the night. It's a little harder to fall in love with Jake Lockley, your everyday assassin. And there's no way Layla El-Faouly could ever fall in love with Marc and Steven. There's no way they will ever meet.

Three acts on the subject of heartbreak.

4. Crossover

Big Hero Martian (42621 words) by althor42 Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Big Hero 6 (2014), The Martian - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Hiro Hamada, Baymax (Marvel), Cass Hamada, Mark Watney, Annie Montrose, Gogo Tomago, Wasabi-No Ginger, Fred | Fredzilla, Melissa Lewis (The Martian), Alex Vogel, Chris Beck, Beth Johanssen, Rick Martinez (The Martian), Teddy Sanders Additional Tags: hiro goes on a rescue mission, so it's on mars, small details, just build a ship, nbd Summary:

There would have been no rescue for Mark, if NASA had not noticed he was still alive. Unless of course, a certain Big Hero noticed instead.

5. Fix It

god loves everybody, don't remind me (70381 words) by napricot Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Black Panther (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Erik Killmonger & T'Challa Characters: Erik Killmonger, T'Challa (Marvel), T'Chaka (Marvel), Ramonda (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), N'Jobu (Marvel), Erik Killmonger's Mother, Bast, Linda (Black Panther movies), W'Kabi (Marvel), Ulysses Klaue, Everett Ross, Zuri (Marvel) Additional Tags: Time Loop, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Wakanda (Marvel), Djalia | Ancestral Plane (Marvel), Erik Killmonger Lives, Family Summary:

N’Jadaka didn’t believe in the gods of his people. But belief was not a prerequisite of the gods’ attention, and the blood of the Panther tribe ran in N’Jadaka’s veins. Bast took hold of his soul in her mighty jaws and lifted it free of his body. She gave him a warning shake, just as she would a misbehaving kitten, and set him back. With one careful claw, she tweaked his path through time into a twisting loop. Wayward and abandoned though he was, N’Jadaka was still of her tribe. He could set things right, if given the chance.

Erik gets a do-over. Erik gets a lot of do-overs. Or: Erik Killmonger's own personal version of Groundhog Day, only with a lot more murder, dying, trips to the ancestral plane, awkward family conversations, and divine intervention.

6. Fluff

Cat Nap (8883 words) by galwednesday Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton Additional Tags: Post-HYDRA Reveal, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, modern WS!Bucky Barnes, Captain America Steve Rogers, not sure if that counts as Shrunkyclunks or not, OC stands for Original Cat, accidental pet acquisition, Steve Rogers's Sadness Interior Decorating, Fluff and Humor Summary:

Objectively, losing the Bucharest safehouse and its contents was the least of Bucky’s problems. The balding agent he’d seen directing the raid was apparently affiliated with SHIELD, which was a shadowy government agency that made representatives from other shadowy government agencies suddenly remember urgent appointments when Bucky tried to bribe, threaten, and otherwise shake them down for information on what the hell SHIELD might want with a former brainwashed assassin. Dodging SHIELD should be his number one priority.

Subjectively, he wanted his fucking cat back.

7. Humor

Mountains, Molehills (1175 words) by lalaietha Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Lilo & Stitch (2002) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Kawena/Nani Pelekai Characters: Nani Pelekai, Lilo Pelekai, David Kawena, Jumba Jookiba, Pleakley Summary:

Technically, David doesn't live here, but that "technically" is starting to get real thin, and he knows it. Which is why he chokes a bit when Lilo puts her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands, and says, "Are you going to ask my sister to marry you, or what?"

8. Hurt/Comfort

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home (48695 words) by motleyfam Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Tim Drake Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Janet Drake, Jack Drake Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Mother Hen Jason Todd, Hurt Tim Drake, Sick Tim Drake, Wayne Gala (DCU), Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, though tim will argue that one, Jason doesn't die, Tim Drake-centric, Concussions, Birthday Fluff, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, not bad people per se, but definitely people who should not have had a child ya feel?, Hospitals, Blood and Injury, Vomiting, 5+1 Things, Family Feels, Found Family, Infection, Stitches, Medical Inaccuracies, i mean i tried my best but i’m no doctor, Kid Tim Drake, Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early Series: Part 1 of Settle Our Bones, Part 1 of 5+1 (expansion pack) Summary:

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

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Or, my take on a ‘Tim Joins the Family Early’ AU, told through a series of sleepovers—most of which are unplanned.

Featuring pre-teen Tim, Alive!Jason, and a whole lot of hurt/comfort.

9. Missing Scene

Mercy (420 words) by Selena Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Babylon 5 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Londo Mollari & Delenn Characters: Delenn (Babylon 5), Londo Mollari Additional Tags: Episode Related, Backstory, Flash Forward, Guilt Summary:

Londo and Delenn and the mercy of the universe.

10. Post-Canon or Pre-Canon

Heartrate (7199 words) by avocadomoon Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: T'Pol/Charles "Trip" Tucker III Characters: Charles "Trip" Tucker III, T'Pol (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Grieving, Alternate Universe - Canon Fix-It, Slice of Life Summary:

"I shall endeavor to impress you," T'Pol says. "Even after all these years, I believe I am still capable."

11. Songfic

Do people still write songfics? I mostly find them annoying, because my musical taste is eclectic and so I rarely know the songs they're referencing. Which is why I don't have any of them in my bookmarks. However! I have a fic which is a crossover with a song--Slip Slidin' Away by Paul Simon--so that will have to do.

Assistance to British Nationals Abroad (20372 words) by melannen Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: British Government Cats RPF, Slip Slidin' Away - Paul Simon (Song), Monstress (Comics), Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch, Young Wizards - Diane Duane Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Palmerston (Chief Mouser to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office), Larry (Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office), Tam Tam (First Record-Keeper of the Is'hami Temple), Cronus (Assistant to the Chief Whip), Toby (Rivers of London), Molly (Rivers of London), The Woman Who Became A Wife, The Man Who Wore His Passion For His Woman Like A Thorny Crown, The Father Who Had A Son, Siffha'h (Tower Bridge Gating Team) Additional Tags: Crossover, Cats, London, worldgates, Tentacle Monsters, Spiders, Dogs, Wizards, Yuletide Series: Part 2 of Author's favorites, Part 2 of Rivers of London crossovers Summary:

Three cats, three humans, a dog and a tarantula walk through a Gate -

12. Whump

Clearly Calm and Keeping Terrorized (258290 words) by Batbirdies Chapters: 34/34 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Everyone, Jason Todd & Titus (DCU) Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Leslie Thompkins, Alfred Pennyworth, Titus the Dog Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dysfunctional Family, Major self esteem issues, Father-Son Relationship, Adopted Sibling Relationship, injury and illness, Unintended Animal Therapy, Dogsitting, Flashbacks, Nightmares, References to Dogfighting, Some Medium level violence, Deep Seated Issues, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, bad language, Vaguely Suicidal Behavior, It’s not really how I intended it to go but here we are, Bruce Wayne hasn’t always been a good parent, So much angst, Fluff and Angst, Exposition Heavy, Slow burn family relationships, Lazarus Pit Madness, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Platonic Cuddling, Fix It Fic, canon divergent after Damian’s resurrection, Pre-Rebirth, An attempt to combine all the other timelines Series: Part 4 of Emotional Motion Sickness Summary:

Jason made a deal with Bruce, no killing, and there would be no more conflict between them. At least on patrol. Jason reasoned it would be easier to accomplish his goals without constantly fighting Batman along the way.

It didn’t change anything, not really. Not until he found an old gift he never knew about and Bruce asked him to dogsit Titus while he and Damian were out of town.

Not until the Lazarus Pit started bothering him again.

AKA: My take on a Jason rejoins the family fic.

This was so hard to do, to pick just one fic for these categories! To console myself from having to choose between beloved favorites, I shall simply link to my Pinboard bookmarks and my AO3 bookmarks. Have fun!

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros doesn't engage in touch until he truly feels comfortable with the idea of a relationship and even that would take time, months of their private teatimes and a certain slowness in getting to know another -- a sweet sense of familiarity of each other's small habits and changes in expression. Reader gifts him a book, perhaps in the dead of winter for him to read by the fire, a book that she had held dear and close to her heart, though willing to part with it in order to gift it to someone more close and more dear.

I like to think of springtime when he invites her to a walk, to see the sun against her hair and her soft gasp at the sight of the season's first butterflies. Maedhros had once anticipated a much more formal arrangement for himself, hypothetically -- a marriage of state for one reason or another, but he hadn't quite expected this, such an unexpected gentleness within his heart, from such an unassuming maiden. It's a true comfort to have Reader by his side, and he makes his intentions clear to her under the shade of an old tree.

So, uh, this was way longer than I thought it would be, and I'm not 100% happy with it… at first I had imagined a lot of short vignettes -- Reader coming out of her shell, explaining in measured, thorough fashion what had held her gaze towards him for so long… an inevitable wedding and the altar being the site of their first kiss… the distinctions between their class and how it would change after their betrothal, though Maedhros would find it endlessly charming that she continues to have the same humbleness as ever. The hard part was making that all somehow feasible. (Still, I want to know how you might have gone with it!) While I'd love an AU that ends with them having a lot of children and maybe Reader passing on (really, human!Reader is my favorite, size difference and "human/elf relations are known not to bear fruit easily, so I'll have to seed you full to be sure a child takes" aside), I also like the idea of Reader left alone after he and Maglor take the Silmarils. Maybe there'd be some leeway given to him at the Hall of Mandos? Angst with happy endings is the only good form of it in my book, no whump allowed here. Anyhow, that's it for now. I don't know if you'd be receptive to the idea, but those vignettes are stark in my mind -- I'm just terrible at describing them -- would it be possible to draw them out and send them via your submit box? I don't believe I'm able to upload images through your ask box… is all. Regardless, thanks for indulging me, even if I'm not at all familiar with writing!

Alright, first of all: I enjoyed reading the out-of touch/touch-starved journey, and what an interesting version of reader. I don't believe I've ever come across a spinster reader before, so this was interesting. I'm also into your differences you mentioned with reader having children. Then that would mean when Mae leaves Mandos, he meets only his children or descendants should one of them marry an elf to strengthen the chances of being immortal.

I can see you're not someone who enjoys the sad endings. No fault, happy endings are good for the soul. Keeps us nourished.

As for your inquiry, you are welcome to send it in as a submission (I'll turn on the submit function) or via images but you'll need to be off anonymous to send them in I believe. And no need to apologise about your writing, we all have to start from somewhere 😁.

Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share them with me 🤗