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[mithrilhearts]

Ahhh, thank you for the tag (also @sunnyrosewritesstuff tagged me too!!) I think this is such a sweet idea. It's so hard to pick my favorite comment, but going through my more recent ones, I think this is one that sticks with me (I love all comments!)

THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ENDING I'VE EVER SEEN, DAMN IT! I'm so happy to be here all the time following this wonderful work of writing perfection >:) Every detail, speech, phrase, moment, everything was something that I absorbed like orange juice on a Sunday afternoon Everything is so beautiful and warm, what a warm read and stay my friends, I would say cute and well structured! It was the ending I expected, and yet, not at all disappointing, surprising, in fact! A truly unexpected journey! A spectacular work of art that had me captivated from beginning to end! I counted the days waiting for chapters, and even on hiatus I would open my email inbox just to make sure that maybe there was a new chapter waiting. I heard their voices perfectly in my head, I felt their feelings, I freaked out, I cried, I was happy. And I can say that this emotion gave me a great week, it was really nice to wake up to a chapter notification, but everything has an end, and I can't ask for infinite moments. And for me, that was what this fanfic was, a moment, a sensation, and a defining moment I would say... I can see myself reading this beauty again, again, and again, without hesitation. And yet, surprise me. You are a sensational writer, you know what you are doing, you know how to work with small details and shadows that make all the difference. I'm inspired by you, seriously. So now, I say goodbye, momentarily, not to you, but to this work, which I will see soon, but this final moment will never be forgotten. AND WHAT A WORK, MY FRIENDS, 😩😩😩 💥💥💥 THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ENDING I'VE EVER SEEN, DAMN IT! I'm so happy to be here all the time following this wonderful work of writing perfection >:) Every detail, speech, phrase, moment, everything was something that I absorbed like orange juice on a Sunday afternoon Everything is so beautiful and warm, what a warm read and stay my friends, I would say cute and well structured! It was the ending I expected, and yet, not at all disappointing, surprising, in fact! A truly unexpected journey! A spectacular work of art that had me captivated from beginning to end! I counted the days waiting for chapters, and even on hiatus I would open my email inbox just to make sure that maybe there was a new chapter waiting. I heard their voices perfectly in my head, I felt their feelings, I freaked out, I cried, I was happy. And I can say that this emotion gave me a great week, it was really nice to wake up to a chapter notification, but everything has an end, and I can't ask for infinite moments. And for me, that was what this fanfic was, a moment, a sensation, and a defining moment I would say... I can see myself reading this beauty again, again, and again, without hesitation. And yet, surprise me. You are a sensational writer, you know what you are doing, you know how to work with small details and shadows that make all the difference. I'm inspired by you, seriously. So now, I say goodbye, momentarily, not to you, but to this work, which I will see soon, but this final moment will never be forgotten. AND WHAT A WORK, MY FRIENDS, 😩😩😩 💥💥💥

BONUS (from the same person lol)

Btw I was so excited I forgot, congratulations on finishing! I never doubted!

This was just so sweet all around, I loved seeing the excitement for my fic, Kurdu 'abadaz, and its conclusion💖

Non-obligatory tags for: @chaoticangel666 @elvain @i-did-not-mean-to @hermoonself @thatfancygirlinwhite and any other writers/readers who want to participate!

Comment Game

I would like to start a game where if you are a writer you post your favorite comment you've ever gotten (If you can decide on one) and if you are a reader what's your go to comment that you love to leave.

I think my favorite comment, after much deliberation is this one, "I had to put my phone down twice while I read this chapter, just so I could properly laugh hard enough. Great chapter!" It's just so positive.

For me I love to comment 'Thank you for sharing' (usually plus a little more that is specific to the fic but I'm just so happy people share their stories).

Tagging: @legoyass, @lithdraug, @brethilach, @messandahalf10, @mithrilhearts

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Is there a reason Marinette’s lying to Adrien about Gabriel doesn’t make sense to you from a character-standpoint? She’s lied a fair bit in the show for reasons other than keeping her identity or crush on Adrien a secret, and her love for Adrien has consistently created a blind spot for her in terms of her “general” morals/behavior.

Is there something more specific to Marinette’s pattern of behavior that indicates how her lying about Gabe would be OOC, or is the lie something you believe Canon!Marinette should recognize as too egregious to take part in?

(The closest alternative explanation I’ve seen thus far is that she shouldn’t have any reason to lie for Gabe because they share zero good will, but if we interpret it as lying for Adrien, then I’m not sure if that explanation fits.)

I have, admittedly, not gone through the show and tracked every lie that Marinette has ever told to see if I can weave together a pattern that backs Marinette's behavior at the end of season five. It's possible that there's a lie that I'm forgetting that would totally change my stance and, if you think that's the case, then feel free to respond to this with a comment or an ask on that topic! My "this is BS" stance is based on the overall story of the show and the ways that I've seen people try to justify the season five lies as those are the arguments that I've thought through and found lacking.

We'll start by discussing the two lies people use to try to back Marinette's behavior at the end of season five: the scarf and Chat Blanc. Then I'll talk about the story's lead up to the season five lies and why it makes for a horribly unsatisfying story in my eyes. If someone gave this to me, I'd be suggesting some major edits to make it work on a technical level.

The Scarf

For those who don't remember, the season one episode The Bubbler sees Marinette make Adrien a scarf for his birthday. She drops the scarf off at the Agreste mansion with a note for Adrien and the hope that this will get him to finally notice her. Nathalie then takes the scarf and uses it as a gift from Gabriel instead. Marinette learns about this during this exchange at the very end of the episode:

Alya: Yo, nice scarf, Adrien. Off the chain. Adrien: Yeah, can you believe my dad got this for me? (Marinette looks surprised) it's so awesome. He's been giving me the same lame pen for three years in a row.... Alya:(to Marinette) You gotta tell him you were the one who knitted the scarf. Marinette: But he seems so happy about his dad. I don't want to spoil it for him. Alya: Aw, Marinette. (they hug.) You're amazing, girl. You know that, right? And someday Adrien will figure it out too. Promise.

I can see why someone would look at this and call it a setup for the end of season five. There are some parallels here. The problem is that there are a lot of massive differences, too. Differences that make this a really crappy setup:

Marinette does not lie in this scene. She simply overhears a lie and doesn't correct it. Remove her and Alya from the scene and nothing changes. The lie still exists. Meanwhile, without Marinette, the season five lies would never have come to be.

Marinette knows about the scarf lie for about a minute on screen. She hears about it and tells Alya to let it go within the same scene. That's a gut reaction, not a carefully planned and considered deceit. Once again, wildly different from what season five gives us.

Adrien and Marinette aren't shown to be close friends in season one. They rarely talk to the point that I didn't even know that they were supposed to be friends until we got to Origins. That complicates correcting the scarf lie. How does Marinette approach a random classmate and explain a situation that she doesn't even fully understand herself? That's very different from Ladybug telling a lie to a civilian or Marinette lying to her boyfriend.

Season one Marinette has no idea how messed up Adrien's home life is. All she knows is that Adrien liked her gift, but that he thinks it came from a different person. She doesn't even know that a lie was involved in this confusion! As far as she's aware, this could just be a minor misunderstanding that she'd rather let go because does it really matter who the gift is from? This is extra true because the scarf never comes up again, meaning that this is not an ongoing or damaging lie as far as canon is concerned.

That last point and the issue of Marinette never actually telling the lie herself are probably the biggest points in Marinette's favor. If Adrien wore the scarf all the time and used it as a comfort when he was fighting with his dad, then you'd have a solid case for Marinette needing to say something because the lie is arguably doing actual harm. This is especially true if you let Adrien say things like, "I wear this to remember that my father loves me," to Marinette. But that's not what canon did.

As far as canon is concerned, the scarf lie exists for all of a minute. A minute in which Adrien expresses delight in the gift, but gives it very tepid weight in terms of what it means for his relationship with his father. (Adrien's room is full of nice gifts, I don't think a scarf was going to make-or-break their relationship.) After that, the scarf never comes up again, meaning that Marinette's gut reaction to not immediately destroy Adrien's happiness is all we get. That's hardly a great setup for her being the source of massive ongoing lies about Adrien's personhood and the truth of his father's abuse.

I'll also remind you that this all happened at the very start of the show. The Bubbler is one of the first episodes people see. If this is your best argument for Marinette's behavior five seasons later, then we have a major writing problem on our hands. You should not have to dig back to the very start of the show to justify a major character beat like this. There should be more relevant material. We'll circle back to that problem in a minute. First let's quickly touch on lie two and why it also falls flat.

Chat Blanc

Another thing people point to as foreshadowing for the season five lies is the fact that Ladybug kept Chat Blanc from Chat Noir and, if Chat Blanc was actually affecting her, then I would agree with this take. However, that doesn't seem to be the case. The official story is that Ladybug's actions in season four had nothing to do with Chat Blanc. It was just guardian stress! If that's true, then I don't think she should tell Chat Noir about Chat Blanc.

Why?

Since when do we tell people about all the awful things they did while they were akumatized? There's no point to that. It's cruel. Do you think that Ladybug also needs to walk him through everything he did while under the control of various akumas like Dark Cupid? If no, then how is Chat Blanc any different? What's the value in telling Chat Noir the gory details of what will happen if he ever has a moment of weakness and becomes akumatized? He already knows that it will be bad! Why tell him exactly how bad it will be? I can't come up with a single good canonical reason.

Ladybug has no idea what caused Chat Blanc, so she can't warn Chat Noir what he needs to avoid. You can't even use the "he should know about Bunnyx" argument because that wasn't Bunnyx's debut. Canonically speaking, the only reason that Ladybug should talk to Chat Noir about Chat Blanc or any other bad thing that he's done while under the power of an akuma is if it's effecting her or their partnership and it's apparently not! That's why Marinette never reacts to Chat Noir getting a white makeover (see: the Paris special & Jubilation) and why Chat Blanc is never discussed in the show outside of that one brief nightmare callback in Sentibubbler.

To be clear, I think that's an asinine choice as Chat Blanc's memory hurting Ladynoir would have been semi-decent foreshadowing for the season five lies, but the writers decided to go another route. They also let Chat Blanc haunt Adrien even though he doesn't know about it, which I don't even know how to dissect because it's such terrible writing! If you don't know what I'm talking about, this is the official explanation for why Adrien couldn't make it to the final fight. The reason for the white-and-blue Chat Noir that haunted his nightmares:

Mélanie says that he "could become Chat Blanc" and the others add that even though he does not remember and has never lived it, Chat Blanc still has an influence on his actions.

Quality writing here folks. Quality writing. At the very least have season five Adrien be freaked out about the fact that he cataclysmed a human! That would make this make at least a little sense, but we don't get that. Instead we get Adrien almost cataclysming several akumas like it's no big deal while having nightmares about a thing he's never even been told about (see: Derision and Jubilation and probably other's I'm forgetting.)

The Events of Season Four and Five

As you can hopefully see, we don't have a great, ongoing pre-end-of-season-five lie to point to as proof that Marinette would decide to tell the massive lies that she does. That's a pretty big writing flaw, but it's not a show stopper. A lie like this could still fit her character if the story sets it up right.

The problem is that the story doesn't do that. It actually sets Marinette up to be primed to want to tell the truth.

For all Miraculous' nonsensical and wacky writing, the season five lie still comes at the end of two seasons with relatively clear messages. Those messages were to trust others and avoid lies. Let me show you what I mean.

While season four's writing is an absolute disaster, we cannot ignore the fact that the stated lesson in Strikeback is that Marinette learned to trust others, give up control, and stop lying:

Ladybug: Why don't you just give up on me? I've lost ALL the Miraculous! I'm the worst Guardian EVER! I wanted to control everything, I didn't listen to you, I lied to you, I kept you at a distance! Every time you offered me a helping hand, I never took it! I really made a mess of EVERYTHING! (continues sobbing)

This is what Marinette says to Chat Noir directly after losing the Kwamis. This is the lesson that she supposedly learned. The end note of the season. The word of god meant to be internalized by children everywhere. The show even goes so far as to have Ladybug give Chat Noir more responsibility in the first episode of season five (Evolution):

Cat Noir: Catch, m'lady! (throws the Rabbit Miraculous at Ladybug and she catches it) Only the holder of the Rabbit Miraculous can open a time portal. Ladybug: (contemplates shortly then places the Rabbit Miraculous on his chest, smiling) You do it, kitty. Cat Noir: You want me to control time? Ladybug: It's you and me, remember?

Really driving home this idea that Ladybug is going to be more trusting and open with others moving forward.

The meat of season five sees Marinette and Adrien start dating. During this arc, Marinette learns to be more open with her feelings around Adrien while also being confronted with the reality of just how messed up Adrien's home life is. Marinette and Gabriel clash with each other over Adrien with Marinette fighting for Adrien's freedom and Gabriel trying to control everything:

Gabriel: I don't think you understand, child, so let me put things differently. Life is like fashion. You think you have a choice, but all you have is the illusion of choice. And I decide what choices are given to you. Marinette: You're wrong! (Shows Gabriel her sketchbook.) Fashion is about listening to people, it's about understanding who they are, what excites them and creating the clothes that will help them express their inner world. Help them connect with others and make their dreams come true.

This conflict means that Marinette and Gabriel do not have a single positive interaction in the entire season outside of maybe the final. We also see Adrien defy his father more than ever before. This is not the kind of setup you write if you want Marinette to tell Adrien that his father was a hero. Why in the world would she think that he'd want to be told that kind of lie? Why would he even buy it after all of the things that Gabriel has done? The final literally sees Adrien locked in a padded prison cell!!! Writers, what are you doing??? Why did you write this???

There's also the fact that season five has a major theme of lies = bad. It's the season where Lila's lies are finally outed, but only after they almost cost Marinette's friends their futures. For those who need a reminder: Lila tried to mess with the forms that stated where everyone wanted to go for lycée and would have succeeded in pulling off that harm and blaming it on Marinette were it not for the lies being outed.

On top of that, we also see Adrien keeping the plan to ship him off to London from Marinette, ending in this exchange:

Marinette: (on the video call) Adrien! Adrien: (voice breaking; in tears) Marinette, I should've told you sooner, but... up until the last minute, I thought I'd find a solution. I tried everything, I swear. Marinette: (on the video call) Adrien, what's... what's going on? Adrien: I have to leave Paris. (his voice breaks) I'm not worthy of your love. I feel terrible for hurting you.

Adrien kept the truth from Marinette to try to keep her from being hurt and ended up hurting her more than he otherwise would have because they don't even get a proper goodbye.

None of this is a solid setup for Marinette turning around and lying to Adrien about his father. Why would she do that after all of the harm lies and Gabriel caused in season five? Between this and season four, she has not been setup to want to lie to Adrien. Season five needs massive rewrites to make that choice work! (Note: I have yet to see the London special, but based on everything I've heard, I think it's just going to cement my annoyance at Marinette's wishy-washy writing by continuing to ignore the plot of the seasons leading up to the final and the special.)

Final Thoughts

I don't think that Marinette lying to Adrien about his dad is a terrible idea. It's a believable struggle! It just doesn't fit her character's journey. They've failed to have her tell that type of lie before and they had her tell this lie after two seasons where the main lessons were how much lies have hurt her and the people that she loves. If she hasn't gotten the message that you shouldn't lie by now, then when exactly is she going to learn it? It's incredibly hard for me to get invested in characters that aren't allowed to grow and learn from their mistakes and Miraculous has made it abundantly clear that it will not let these characters grow if growth messes with the plot that the writers want to tell.

I will openly admit that I think that Marinette's lie was a last minute retcon to make there be a cliffhanger to season six, but let's ignore that and give a quick three-point plan of how you could make this ending work:

Really lean into the negative consequences of people knowing the truth about things. Nino knowing Alya's identity outing Alya. Luka getting shipped off to Brazil. Make the truth hurt Marinette at every turn. Basically remove all lies = bad consequences and have Ladybug see losing the miraculous be the result of trusting others because she trusted "Adrien" and lost, leading her to keep pushing people away

Don't let Lila be outed. Have Lila be a good president and make that part of her big plan for the next season.

Have Gabriel and Marinette get along. Gabriel has said that Adrien is like Emilie, let Gabriel see himself in Marinette, leading Gabriel to trust Marinette to be Adrien's support should the worst happen. Let the final fight be a heartbreaking moment between two people who have an actual relationship built around loving Adrien. Have Adrien going to London be a "convenient" trip to get him out of the way on the day of the evil plot and not a prison sentence so that Gabriel doesn't look cartoonishly evil. Make it feel like he cares! Sell the redemption!

Do that and, yeah, I'd buy Marinette's choice even without setup lies because you don't need setup lies! Setup lies don't matter anywhere near as much as selling this lie and the writers simply didn't do that. I don't believe for a second that Marinette would lie for Gabriel or think that this was what Adrien wanted based on the relationship season five gave us for those three characters. It is so glaringly obvious that this is nothing more than a stalling tactic that has nothing to do with Marinette's character and everything to do with the show's rule that "there must always be a secret between Adrien and Marinette." I genuinely struggle to understand how anyone sees it as anything else.

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

A surprise

My dear, dear friend...

I've been busy with my event, but I've not forgotten you! (of course not)

Thank you for being such a great presence in my life! (and for reminding me of your birthdate because I can't remember that kind of shit for the life of me.)

I am not playing favourites, I just don't know when anybody's BDay is if they don't remind me lol

So, without further ado...a ficlet for you!

Words: 2k

Characters: Bilbo, Thorin, and a mysterious, completely novel, not at all stolen OC

Warnings: scissors

Of all the insane discoveries Bilbo and Thorin made after nobody died in the battle against the Pale Orc, the secret powers of the Arkenstone—now retired—were by far the most whimsical and surprising.

For example, if wielded correctly, it could open a portal into other worlds. Unfortunately, the temperamental stone refused to summon anyone or anything even remotely relevant or helpful when it came to the socio-economical and political situation of a kingdom in distress.

Nonetheless, Bilbo had a great old time playing around with this absurd kind of magic.

“I have a surprise for you,” he intimated one evening as he sat by the hearth with his favourite grumpy dwarf.

“The glint in your eyes makes me nervous, my love,” Thorin admitted, but he leaned closer to the hobbit, nonetheless. The consequences of saying such a thing out loud would have been terrible, but it was, nonetheless, common knowledge that the king under the Mountain adored a nice gift.

Especially if said present was meant to be consumed and contained unholy amounts of sugar.

“I’ve managed to build a friendship with a most astonishing and inspired young lady,” Bilbo explained, speaking slowly to savour every word. “And she’s agreed to lavish her exquisite skills upon our undeserving heads. Literally.”

Frowning, Thorin waited. He sincerely hoped that Bilbo was not falling prey to his fancy for riddles in the dark at this very inopportune moment; it was dangerous to promise a short-tempered creature such as the king of the Longbeards a surprise only to speak in enigmas.

“She’s a hairdresser,” Bilbo burst out, giggling merrily.

“Does she sell ribbons then?” Thorin asked—for some reason, he couldn’t shake the idea that the unknown lady in question fashioned tiny garments to be woven into the customer’s hair. Dresses for tresses, or something of that kind.

“Don’t be daft!” Bilbo cackled. “She cuts hair.”

“And she lives?” Thorin roared, thoroughly horrified by the idea of some malicious being floating around with oversized sheers to cut off honest dwarves’ hair while they were otherwise occupied—or engaged in vigorous battle training.

“Of course,” Bilbo tutted gently. “Where she comes from, people pay her good coin to have her wash and treat their hair.” He gave Thorin’s shaggy locks a playful flick. “I thought it would be a nice idea to have our hair professionally done.”

“That is not a profession,” Thorin insisted, “it’s a crime.”

As expected, he finally did agree to let Bilbo lead this mysterious lady through the portal and right into their chambers.

“Fuck!” The tiny woman, bespectacled and extraordinarily pretty, cursed as soon as she caught sight of Bilbo’s wild mop of golden curls and Thorin’s tangle of braids. “I am not a wizard.”

“Clearly not,” Thorin agreed. “You are much too short, too young, and too clean-shaven to be one of those pests.”

He eyed her and the gleaming scissors sticking out of a curious belt slung around her shapely hips with considerable suspicion and apprehension.

“Are we going for a hobo-chic vibe then?” she inquired further while looking around to assess what she’d be working with; to her dismay, all she could discern was a pail of steaming water in one corner.

Her aching shoulders and tired back protested at the mere thought of having to wash two heads full of hair over what was essentially a wooden bucket.

“Do you have shampoo?” she asked then. “If not, you could have told me beforehand. I’ve brought my tools, but I would not have thought that you’d be entirely unprepared.”

Having done her fair share of home experiments for friends and family, she was well aware of how awfully wrong these things could go—for some unfathomable reason, people seemed to believe that she was able to produce a magazine cover look with a plastic comb and a box of supermarket dye from the last decade.

“I do not know what poison you are referring to,” Thorin interrupted her mental spiral into madness abruptly, “but there is a bar of soap by the tub.”

The young lady made an unconvinced noise and stepped across the room, waving her unusual customers along.

When the short, charmingly polite, and utterly ridiculous little fellow in his waistcoat had first appeared in her wardrobe, she had—understandably—screamed her head off.

With time though, Bilbo had grown on her and thus, when he had asked her to perform her outlandish magic on him and his partner, she had agreed eagerly enough.

Who would not have grasped the opportunity to traverse a portal into another world?

“What are we doing today?” she asked—force of habit—while tying a rough-spun towel around Bilbo’s shoulders.

“I don’t know, I’ve never gotten my hair cut by someone so illustrious,” Bilbo muttered, his nose twitching with indecision and his mouth puckered in concentration.

“Just a bit off the ends then,” she said soothingly while already running her fingers through the silken curls to assess their actual length and the texture of the hair she’d be working with.

To her surprise, Bilbo started purring contentedly before she had managed to get his whole head soaped up. Of course, she knew that her skills when it came to washing hair and massaging scalps were at least respectable, but she had never—in all her long years of experience—met someone who enjoyed them quite as much as that.

“Indecent,” Thorin mumbled under his breath—he was flushing beet-red to the roots of his thick, luscious, evidently well-maintained hair.

“Hush, grump,” Bilbo hummed, “your turn will come. Oh, this is heavenly.”

As there was no adjustable chair anywhere in sight either, the woman was more than relieved that Bilbo was indeed short enough for her to be able to work comfortably as soon as he had settled into an old seat by the fire.

“Do you like your job?” he asked conversationally, and she smiled; customers—apparently in every possible world—liked to chat while they stared straight ahead.

Whipping out her scissors, she yelped as a broad, incredibly strong hand wrapped around her wrist like an iron vice.

“What are you doing?” Thorin bellowed menacingly.

“I swear that I’ll only get rid of the split ends—for healthier hair. You’ll see, it will make a huge difference.”

“Leave her be, Thorin,” Bilbo pleaded fervently. “You wouldn’t want to ruin my surprise now, would you?”

“No,” Thorin admitted sheepishly and retreated to the second chair to observe the procedure—deep blue eyes narrowed still.

The woman hummed under her breath as she trimmed Bilbo’s hair as one would shape a particularly soft hedge. In the end, she checked her work from every possible angle, and nodded, satisfied and proud of what she had accomplished.

“That does look good,” Thorin admitted after emulating her cautious prowling around Bilbo who was still sitting very primly and happily in his chair.

“I’ll need a mirror.” The dignified hobbit patted his curls—springier and glossier now—in an unconscious expression of vanity and nodded at the imposing dwarf still visibly torn between horror and curiosity. “Your turn, dear heart. Let’s see if we can get that thicket thinned a little.”

After all of Thorin’s threatening posturing, the woman dreaded having to touch his hair—he had promised to be a worse customer than a fidgety 3-year-old who had been pledged his favourite ice-cream and a trip to the playground after the haircut.

Coaxed by Bilbo—and allowed to explain in detail just how important and intimate hair was to his people—Thorin finally, after much ado, did sit down by the bucket.

The hairdresser, vexed by his words, looked down on him forbiddingly.

“If you are wounded, do you not let a healer treat your wounds? I surmise that it’s also uncommon and maybe even indecent to let someone else touch your naked body?”

“Yes,” Thorin admitted cautiously.

“Regard me as a hair-healer then,” she pounced on this opening, “I am exempt of all societal or moral prohibition linked to hair. It’s just my job.”

That seemed to reconcile him considerably and so, he allowed her to undo his many tiny braids before he let his mane plop into the by now only lukewarm water in the bucket unceremoniously.

Her hands were strong and confident as she started to untangle and wet Thorin’s hair, taking care not to create new knots while applying the deplorably rudimentary soap.

Soon, Thorin’s lids started fluttering and drooping and—long before she was done rinsing—he was fast asleep.

“And now?” she asked Bilbo, panic in her eyes.

“I’ll get his nephews,” he replied as if that was a completely logical and supremely informative reply.

The two younger dwarves entering just a moment later helped Bilbo drag Thorin to the seat by the fire.

“You can go on,” Bilbo encouraged her.

Feeling anxiety creep up her spine, the skilful lady started drying and combing the long, wavy mane carefully—almost instantly, her plastic tool broke though, and she lost a few precious minutes trying to get the shards of cheap plastic out of the tangle of wet hair.

A metal comb was handed to her, and she continued valiantly.

“So, what am I to do with it?” she then inquired breathlessly—it felt to her as if she was performing surgery on a big predator, always holding her breath for fear that the anaesthesia was wearing off prematurely.

“He likes braids,” one of the nephews supplied, his seeming helpfulness utterly belied by his wicked grin.

“Am I to braid his whole hair?” The young lady bristled—not only would that be a lot of work, but she was also not convinced that it would counteract the king’s prejudices against her and her craft if he woke up to either cornrows or a bridal-style up-do.

Light—fey and feral—came into three pairs of eyes.

“Yes,” Bilbo whispered, awed by his own idea, and turned his sparkling gaze to her. “We’ll help you. Let’s braid his whole hair.”

She only hesitated for a moment—there was indeed a bridal hairdo that she had been eyeing and fantasising about for some time. Unfortunately, none of her clients or colleagues had the time or the patience to sit as a model for it.

“I know just the thing,” she grinned and started to explain her design quietly.

By the time Thorin came to, his hair sported a ludicrous but handsome coiffure that charmingly blended 18th century wigs and ancient Greece’s most elaborate labyrinths.

“Hmmm?” he grumbled and shook his head, freezing when he did not feel his hair swish against his shoulders and back.

“What do you think?” His nephew—who had retrieved a mirror in the meantime—held up the looking glass, visibly biting his tongue to stifle his laughter.

“What did you do? Why do these braids say that I am an unmarried, livestock-breeding, off-spring producing, dam-seducing, bread-baking tanner?” Thorin roared.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t know…they didn’t tell me,” the hairdresser stammered, sure that she would be sent to the dungeons or beheaded by an axe for her trespass.

Thorin let his fingers follow the intricate pattern of braids. His face changed from bewilderment to awe.

“You’re good at this,” he then admitted, “and we have a great celebration coming up. Would you consider returning? Balin and Ori will lend you a book on braid-lore in the meantime.”

Bilbo nudged him in the ribs rather vehemently.

Coughing, Thorin added, “Of course, you shall be richly rewarded. If you require any specific tools…” He pointed at the sad remnants of her comb, littering the floor. “Just let Fíli—that’s the sun-haired goat bleating at us—know and he can forge them for you.”

Still, Bilbo swirled his hand encouragingly.

“You may bring your shampoo.”

Throwing a quick glance at his consort who was rolling his eyes impatiently, Thorin cleared his throat.

“And, of course, it would be our delight if you would come to the feast as a guest of honour. Dain will die of envy.”

The young lady stared at him for a long moment before bursting into laughter…and graciously accepting his royal invitation.

There we have it!

Happy birthday once again, my dear!

I hope you're having a great day!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

FRIEND!!! OMG that was so hot!!! and so smart!!!

Spicy Box: Multiple Partners  Based on: Dragonhearted

It’s a different kind of twist on the idea of “multiple partners”, but in a way that suits the things I like to write! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, I know I had a blast writing this. And special thanks to @reshirement​ for hyping me through this one and being just amazing!!

18+ Explicit Sexual Content ❤️‍🔥 (Read at your own risk)

I’m not sure how many I’ll finish, but I wanted to participate in a few of these Sweet and Spicy Bingo prompts with some of my favorite universes!  

The life that Thorin led meant a variety of things, both before and after Smaug’s curse took hold. It meant that solitude outside of his formerly dwarven company was absolute, and that as a royal, it meant that his life would be full of luxury. Never did he have to bend his knee to anyone else as a Prince of Erebor, and especially now as the King of The Lonely Mountain.

And yet here and now, both things were being proven wrong, though it wasn’t just one knee he bent for another, but two, of his own volition.

Keep reading

[doodle17]

Gawd- DAYUM I need to stop making all these serious edgy etc. Issues with these aged up fictional children every damn time I'm like "ooohhh man, and then, my guy goes through the absolute horrors" suddenly I'm like "oh wait, he's just a little guy. A little itty bitty baby. A skronkly little thing"

[its-still-atlass]

I HAVE EXPERIENCED THOUGHT AND REGRET IT. IT CONSUMES EACH WAKING MOMENT.

[jewishcissiekj]

My writing peaked here I think

No reason to keep going I've achieved perfect literacy

[mithrilhearts]

YES! While I am not planning on participating in many this year (it is the year of Razzy Fics), I do have 3 on my agenda.

@fellowshipofthefics' THAUC/Hobbit event (this fall/winter)

@fandomtrumpshate (starting next month)

@acorns-and-oakleaves' Year of Bagginshield event!

Happy Wednesday, Fellowship!✨

Welcome to our newest segment on the blog, to replace our former "Monday Mentions". Here we will drop one interview question for fellow writers to answer each week, rather than 5 questions each month - there is no deadline to answer these, just whenever you feel like it!

Be sure to brag about yourself as much as possible - these are about you and your creations, after all!

Week Three

Do you plan on participating in any fandom events this year? If so, which ones are you looking at?

[sand-rose]

Writing my long fic and I feel bad cuz the characters are supposed to be on holiday but I keep giving them little angsty emotional moments... But it's like. If I don't get to be on vacation and get away from the horrors you don't get to either. Sorry. lol

[gatheringofaccounts]

tw Abt self starvation, dehydration, and uhm other bad stuff ^^

I'm tired.

I'm hungry.

I'm thirsty.

But when I look around my bed

Nothing's there.

I go in the kitchen, scared of awaking my mom.

Water is important.

The water is gone.

I look at the apples.

The apples look at me.

After a few seconds I turn away, turn the light off, and head to my room. Muttering:"hm, forgot what I came out here for. I might remember it after I go back to sleep".

It was a lie.

Just Incase they were listening.

I've always stayed in my room haven't I?

Either that or just trying to stay away from people.

Games are nice.

I cant play any.

Roblox?

Phone battery.

It's low.

I'll probably be dehydrated in the morning.

I have a cona ice cup.

Water from the sink won't be bad?

I head to the bathroom and close the door, turning the fan on to make it look and sound like i was using the bathroom.

Chocolate or cold?

Cold.

I'm too warm.

I turn the faucet, cold water pouring from the tip. I put the cup under it and wait.

Wait for that germey water to fill it.

It'll probably take three or four cups to hydrate me.

I take the cup out as it's almost full, and chugged.

Chugged till there was no more.

...

I felt like I did a bad thing.

The water from the bathroom probably wasnt safe to drink.

I didn't stop.

I repeated my actions.

Cup goes in, wait, cup comes out, chug.

Cup goes in, wait, cup comes out, chug.

Oh my fourth or so cup I stopped and turned the water off.

Pouring the last bits into my mouth.

We have sugar.

Maybe it can get me hyper again.

Make my thumb go brrrr.

Maybe.

I exit the bathroom after turning off the fan, and head to the kitchen. Opening the pantry, grabbing the bag of sugar, and poured some in. I grabbed a spoon and stirred.

There was remains, yes, but what mattered was that I stayed up.

I put the bag back in the pantry and closed it, before heading back to my room.

In my room I chugged it.

I fucked up.

I missed.

Next thing I know I have half of the water in my throat in trying my best to cough it in my purple towel.

...

Once I was done I stood still for a few seconds. Trying to find out what just happened.

The water.

Right.

I look over to the water, grabbed it, and chugged the rest.

The leftover sugar in the cup was picked up by a spoon.

...

I tried.

I tried so fucking hard not to sleep.

I.

I failed.

Again.

Everytime.

i always do.

When I woke up I felt sick.

Something was in my stomach.

It hurt.

Ow.

[mithrilhearts]

Been working on my Bagginshield Space AU, and currently flying through the thick of some good ol' Thrain angst, and I'm...so proud....

...the writing juice is back.

RAZZY IS BACK.

[mithrilhearts]

I know it’s not Monday anymore, but this has been sitting in my drafts, and I feel like I’ve been so lazy with doing anything lately. Anyway!!

What is your favorite type of scene to write?

I love fluffy scenes to be honest. Something that has the right about of sweetness, some humor, but overall feels super cozy. Something soft and intimate between characters just makes me so happy and giddy on the inside.

Does writing have a positive impact on your mental health/overall mood?

For the most part, absolutely. Writing is my escape from reality, and I find myself happiest when creating stories. That being said, there are a few downsides as well that come with it. Some days I feel like I’m not good enough, or fast enough, but as a whole, fanfic is absolutely a positive impact for me.

Are you more of an outline person or fly by the seat of your pants?

For the most part I go off of an outline. I have found that outlining my fics has helped me tremendously in knowing where the story is going versus the latter. Most big fics have an outline, whereas most of my oneshots have just key points I want to hit. It really depends on my mood and how I’m feeling about the story.

Who/what gave you the push to become a fanfic writer?

You know, I’ve been writing for a very long time. Most of it has been RP writing, but I know when I first started toggling the idea of writing fic and actually posting it, there were two people who were pushing me and supporting me to actually do the thing. @reshirement and @dimdiamond were two of my first real friends when entering the fandom scene - thank you to meme train that brought us together - and definitely helped give me the confidence I needed to start posting, and now look at me? Idk where I’d be without fanfic. (Thank you both!!) Bonus: I have made so many great friends through fanfic writing and other fandom stuff, and I thank every single one of you for your support and friendship!!! <3 You guys keep me going!

Is there a WIP/PB that you’ve had to complete nix and why?

Honestly, there are some plot bunnies/ideas that I probably need to nix from the list. First and foremost, I just have too many ideas and lots of active fics on my plate right now. I don’t know if it’s possible to get to all of them, so I am trying to be selective when picking which new fics to work on. I have to feel inspired, and sometimes the hype goes away even after I’ve written a plot bunny. However, I don’t think I’ll ever let a started fic fall to abandonment - I just can’t do that!

Three Razzle Recs...

Dragonhearted

Fuck Thy Neighbor

The Icing on the Cupcake

HAPPY MONDAY, FELLOWSHIP! 💜

Here at Fellowship of the Fics, we want to get to know you as authors, just as we want to hear about your stories! Each month we will have five selected questions that we encourage you to answer as a way to help promote yourself!

Simply reblog this post and answer the questions provided. This is about YOU and YOUR creations! We encourage self-bragging as much as possible!

HERE ARE THE QUESTIONS FOR MAY 2023!

What is your favorite type of scene to write?

Does writing have a positive impact on your mental health/overall mood?

Are you more of an outline person or fly by the seat of your pants?

Who/what gave you the push to become a fanfic writer?

Is there a WIP/PB that you’ve had to complete nix and why?

Now, share up to 3 of your fics you’d like to recommend to us and your followers!

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Writing Challenge Entries from an old blog

I've been snooping around my old URLs and found TONS of old writing challenge entries that I wanted to bring back to life. This list (which isn't finished) is a mixture of all types of writing challenges that I had hosted on an older blog back when Tumblr Culture was rampant with people being interactive with each other. As I locate more of these, they will be added. Currently, I've found things from the years 2017-2018ish. if y'all have any more from my older challenges, let me know, and I can add them to the list!

updated September 2 2024

I'm still missing a bunch of these entries. Check your blogs for either this URL or @caplansteverogers.

The Cookie Baking Disaster || Summary: You forgot to bake your famous cookies when Christmas dinner is at yours and Sam’s house, but trouble comes from your forgetful nature @anaboo-thewriter

Frozen Date || Summary:  You ask Wanda to build a snowman with you and that leads to an interesting result @kjs-s

Would You Just Listen To Me || Summary: Reader found out she’s pregnant and Bucky is to busy to hear the important news from his soon to be wife. @buckys-other-punk

Holiday Magic || Summary: Summary: Christmas is a magical time of the year. Bucky and Y/N meet under odd circumstances. A friendship ensues! With the new year, there’s a possibility romance will bloom! @buckybarnesappreciationsociety

Please Come Home || Summary: None @meganlpie

The “Unexpected” Christmas Gift || Summary: You are ER Nurse at Stark Hospital & friends with EMT!Bucky. Bucky harbour’s a crush on you but it is brought out accidently by his friend. @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

"My dog ate your christmas present” || SUMMARY: Bucky's dog ate the present for reader. Bucky had to invent something ad hoc. @thepaperpanda

Hooky || Summary: It was a long day at work and Reader and her friend decide to unwind at their favorite dive bar, until the friend brings up something that Reader had forgotten. @ruckystarnes

The Duchess || Summary: The Duchess of Manhattan likes her men regal. Y/N Stark grew up loving the king, but when the tables turn and the lovers are torn apart, she aims her arrows at the second in line for the throne. @hellomissmabel

Line of Duty || No Summary @maggyme13

Unhappy Memories || Summary: Love was a mortal concept, so the poets said. @writeshite

Sugar, Spice || Summary: Summary: Frank Castle x reader. This is based on the scenario prompt: “I’m a waitress and it’s busy. Thank you for being kind.”  Frank notices his favorite waitress having a rough time, and even though things aren’t going great in his life either, he offers up some solid company and a listening ear. @emotchalla

I'll Drink to That || Summary: Prompts: “Did you spike the hot chocolate?” & “What? You don’t like eggnog?” @buckys-other-punk

I Just Want to Be Like You || Summary: (y/n) is working for the Avengers. She didnt want to bother the others and so she got in a bit of trouble. And all of that because she just wanted to be a bit like Natashe

A Spot Shaped Like You || Summary: Tony Stark loves you. You’re a mystery to everyone, you keep to yourself, and you always wear clothes that swamp you. Peter expresses some concerns to Tony one day, which prompts him to ask, “what are all these scars on your body?”

A Thousand Food Dates || Summary: Waking up next to Loki has never been this sweet. @hellomissmabel

Simple Mornings || Summary:  After admitting your feelings for Wanda you two spend an amazing night and quiet night together. @supersoldierslover

Mistletoe || Summary: The team goes out on a mission, leaving you alone to decorate for Christmas with Loki @faithers10911

Love Story || Summary:  Your whole life you spent doing what is right and pleasing your parents, But one day you face one of the hardest decisions of your life. (MODERN ROYAL AU) @supersoldierslover

Razzy || Summary: “I’m gonna be a dad!” @thesharkapologist

Aerials || No Summary @aikibriarrose

When I Was Your Man || No Summary @winterschild999

To Whom It May Concern || Summary: How Steve Rogers meets his soulmate, you. Set to To Whom It May Concern by The Civil Wars @thesoftdumbass

Memory || Summary: Steve Rogers and his wife recall special moments during an anniversary party. Written for Caplans Drabble songfic challenge. Story based upon the George Strait song “Rockin’ in the arms of your memory tonight”

Commercial Break || You just couldn’t remember what he reminded you of, but corny, repetitive holiday commercials had a tendency of sticking with you forever. Especially when they were so memorably relevant. @antivigilante

Sunshine || No Summary @me-a-hopeless-romantic

Ask Me How I Know || No Summary @winter-time-writing-blog

You vs. Ice || Summary: You are last-minute gift shopping on a very snowy day when you slip and face plant right into a national figure. @your-highnessmarvel

The Calm After a Storm || Summary: Reader was excited for a couple days of peace as everyone leaves for a mission. But the storm was not the only thing that caught her by surprise as a shy Steve confesses the reason why he stayed behind. @steve-rogers-personal-hell-blog

Choices || Summary: Steve finally takes the courage to ask [Y/N] to marry him - only to learn he’s out of time.

Desperate Prayers || Summary: With the recent death of his mother, Steve feels so alone.  He desperately prays for someone to understand and love him like his mother did. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Jingle Bell Hell || No Summary @haven-in-writing

The End of Love || Summary: Summers in New York are magical. It’s a time for new beginnings and adventures. This new beginning is coming to an end, whether you like it or not. @haven-in-writing

Starlett || Summary: Stars are so beautiful.  They’re even better with the love of your life right next to you. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Ring of Fire || Summary: AU. An all-consuming love like theirs can either keep them warm at night, or burn everything they know to the ground like a wildfire. @justsomebucky

Quick, Kiss Me || Summary: Agent Peggy Carter is on a mission, finding out what are Daniel and Agent Thompson doing. They are always sneaking off at odd time together. @superfandomdqueensnook

Blue Christmas || Summary: No friends, no family, and nothing to do make for a really crummy Christmas.  Good thing the Brooklyn boys have a big soft spot for you. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Come Home || Summary: you and your girlfriend had a big fight and she stormed out.  Now you’re worried she’s hurt!

A Monster Like Me || Summary: After an incident, a young man remembers how he met his fiancée and the hard path they had that led them to that moment. @writing-mermaid

Risky || Prompt: “I will protect you.” @smoreal

Sick Day || Summary: You fall ill and Bucky leaves his mission to make sure you have the best care possible. @faithers10911

Untitled Fluff || SUMMARY: Reader is having a stressful day at work, but when she gets home her boyfriend surprises her @ruckystarnes

The Big Gesture || Summary: Making first public appearance with your date, at most anticipated movie premier, you thought was a Big gesture. But your date makes even Bigger Gesture by surprising you @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

Would You Mind If I Kissed You? || Summary(which I suck at sorry): Steve finally convinces Bucky to attend one of Tony’s parties. Bucky isn’t too happy about it until he meets a woman who has a less than ordinary request. Maybe this night will be more interesting than Bucky thought. @workingforthewidow

Anyone Who Knows What Love Is || Synopsis: Clint comes home after a long mission with a simple request. (Italics is flashback, per usual) @fan-maddson

Trouble || No Summary @kaunis-sielu

The Brit || Summary: After a dreadful day at work you hope to spend time with your boyfriend Bucky but things REALLY don't go as planned. @kaleenjackson

What Makes a Hero || Summary  Steve found you on the rooftop during a party celebrating a successful mission and tried to find out what’s wrong. @kjs-s

Chapter 1: The tour || Summary: Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? Steve Rogers is the last one of the royal lineage. The moment he got crowned King, the court and his mother pressured him to get married and have an heir. But he wants to find love in this cold world where everyone is moved around like a chess piece. @randomstoriesofabunny

Disappeared || Description: This is another writing challenge! Basically, it’s ‘How to train your god of mischief’ @battlechicklovefanfic

“Ew, that’s disgusting!” || Summary: You learned your soulmate wasn’t from around here. Never would have guessed they’d be an Alien, but when SHIELD knocks down your door and doesn’t give you a choice in the matter, you know you’ll just have to follow along until they figure out if you hate humantiy. So, what happens when your first meeting doesn’t go as you’d dreamed as a child? @haiky-u-lously

With You || Summary: Loki is being his usual grumpy self and you do everything in your power to make him smile again. @your-highnessmarvel

Boundless || Summary: Sweet loves with a bittersweet ending. || modern au @captainmarvels

Bitter Christmas || Summary: I’m out shopping at the worst time of the year and I see you with your new gf at a jewelry store AU

Side to Side || Summary: With your loud music playing, you wake Bucky up in the middle of the day but the song seems to grow on him. @buckysmetallicstump

Miláčik || Summary: Pietro x Reader. You met Pietro in what had to be the most hopeless place @witchymarvelspacecase

Naught Girl || Summary:Bucky's fiance' has a special surprise planned for him when he arrives home from his mission. @laprofesoratinacita

Bridge to Forever || Summary: Bucky and Y/N reminisce about their relationship. Everyday wasn’t wine, roses and caviar. In the end, the unshakeable bond they shared prevailed. @buckybarnesappreciationsociety

Dirty Laundry || No Summary @thefandomimagines

Talk Dirty || No Summary @buckysmusculararm

Shape of You || Summary: It was one of the many parties Stark liked to organize. The motive behind it was simple, he is and I quote: ‘A genius, billionaire, playboy and a philanthropist,” so he could throw all the parties he wanted. Sam spotted a beautiful woman at a party and he fell in love with her. Inspired by the song Shape of you by Ed Sheeran. @randomstoriesofabunny

Blue Ain't Your Color || Summary: Tony walks into a bar and finds himself in the presence of an angel. If only he could get her to smile. @haven-in-writing

Bad Things With You || No Summary @axidental-pol

What About Us || Summary: Based on the song ‘What About Us’ by P!NK. Here’s a link <3 @jennareedus

I'm Yours || Summary: Out at the bar, with karaoke @superfandomdqueensnook

Sorry Not Sorry || Summary: You live in Asgard and are the daughter of an esteemed general. You have to go to a banquet being held by Odin. Loki just broke up with you, and you’re feeling insecure. After talking with your friends, they convince you to go to the banquet and just to ignore him. However, that’s not what actually ends up happening. @xx-multi-fandom-fics

Accidentally in Love || No Summary @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

Vienna || Summary: Sebastian and Y/N are taking a time-out while Sebastian finishes up filming for his new movie. They’re not splitting up for Sebastian it feels that way and in one final attempt at making amends, he shows up unexpectedly at Y/N’s door. @hellomissmabel

Jealous | No Summary @buckys-other-punk

Amnesia || Summary: You and Bucky have broken up recently, however, he can never forget the relationship you both had.After you suddenly move on he’s is hurt about you finding someone new, and wishes to wake up with amnesia to forget the pain it is causing him to see you with another and regrets ever hurting you. @skywalkerwitch

Only You to Trust || Summary:  All the glitz and glam that LA was known for only served to hide the painful truth about people. Based on the song ‘The Hills’ by The Weeknd. @justanotherbuckydevotee

Turf Wars || Summary  You found out your girlfriend works for the mobster queen of your part of the city after an attack on your old neighborhood @kjs-s

Puppy Love || Summary:Pietro talks to the reader about the girl he just met making them jealous but they are up for a surprise. @kjs-s

A Marshmellow World || Summary:  In which being caught in an embarrassing moment by your crush leads to a date with him. – Steve x Reader

Sandcastles and Dreams || Summary:  Just after he was finally ready to move on Bucky starts getting vivid dreams, about the life he always wanted with you. @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

Unbreak My Heart || Summary  Steve found you on the rooftop during Peter’s birthday party. @kjs-s

Secret Santa || Summary & A/N: This was part of @caplansteverogers Christmas Challenge – my prompt was “they did secret Santa at work, and I got you and I have no idea what to get you so I’m pretending that I’m not stalking you when I am and I learn all these cute things about you.” So here it is!

Because I Really Like You || Summary: The reader moves to New York, knowing no one. Until her handsome neighbors makes an appearance and shows her she is not alone anymore. @americaswritings

Failed Movie Night || Summary: You fall asleep on the couch after a full day with Steve Rogers. He helps you out and carries you to bed when you tell him it’s too cold to get out from under the blankets on the couch. @surrounded-by-superheroes

Love Wins ||  Summary: A drunken night out, feelings and make up sex in the kitchen. What could be better??? @prettyyoungtragedy

“I would have did anything for you...” || Summary: Sometimes love just isn’t enough to keep the pain at bay, sometimes it better to love someone from a far. @prettyyoungtragedy

I Miss You || Summary: Three little words have always held so much importance for you and Bucky, and in the end, you’ll miss him more than you could’ve ever imagined. @beefybuffybucky

His Best Friend || Summary: Takes place during Civil War. The reader had been friends for a long time with Steve. He has told her about the Winter Soldier but ever since the day that she met him, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. @xx-multi-fandom-fics

Piece By Broken Piece || Synopsis:The reader has been released from your duties as a H.Y.D.R.A. agent, the contract agreed upon by your father fulfilled. Now free, you have found yourself living at the Avengers Compound, piecing your life together with the help of Tony Stark and B.A.R.T. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but coming face to face with Bucky Barnes, the man who trained you, was a massive bump in the road to recovery. To your surprise, Bucky remembers you, the life you had together. And he is wracked with guilt, blaming himself. @fan-maddson

Puppies Summary: The Team was gone on a month long mission, and y/n was finding staying in to be boring. But when she finds a box by her coffee shop, she can’t wait to show her girlfriend, Nat, what surprises await. @emergenciesstory

Him & I || Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been dating for a few months and developed a bit of a routine. Who knew Rory Pond would help you realize your feelings? @nosleeptillbucky

Love Me Like You Do || Summary: Bucky Barnes is the bar manager where you work as a bar maid. You’ve had a decent crush on him since he started working there. It’s karaoke night and the bar is almost empty. What could happen? @ela-loves-you

A Piece of You || No Summary @ellaxvasiliev

Control || Summary: Loki’s wife comes home to a quiet house, far too quiet. @kaleenjackson

Why Are You Wearing My Sweater? || Summary: Lance's girlfriend finds a way to "keep him close" while he's away @laprofesoratinacita

Bad Bitch || No Summary @buckysforeverprincess

One Call Away || No Summary @nerdy-bookworm-1998

New Rules || Summary: The aftermath of your break up with Pietro @kjs-s

Here || Summary: You’re at a club that you didn’t want to go to in the first place, but a man named Steve makes things better. @anaboo-thewriter

[angelicalchaoticabyss]

(Song fic) Alluring Secret ~Scaled Vow~ Cookie run Dragons x Reader (Any of your choosing)

(Original english lyrics by Razzy, edited by me. Note I cannot write all their speech quirks at once so if you envision pitaya or ananas just imagine it.) (Y/F = Your flavor)

There was a dragon who had lost both their wings Who devoted their life to whatever the world may bring they fell in love, once long ago in the past In the end they found out, however, love just couldn’t last So heartbroken the lost dragon would have been They wandered the town, not knowing what to do A cookie came by, the most beautiful they’d seen With their eyes shining brightly filled with life, so sweet

The dragon felt more pathetic than ever as they wandered the quiet cookie village, this was humiliating. Nearly powerless with barely the strength to fly again, they were hungry and weak. Collapsing to the ground, things couldn’t get worse.

“Excuse me, are you okay?”

Apparently, it can. Before them stood a confused and worried cookie, gazing down at them with concern. They introduced themselves as Y/F Cookie and offered the dragon a place to stay. Feeling to have no other choice the dragon agreed, following the lesser being to their home. But…those eyes of theirs. Their eyes both met and it was like love at first sight They never knew that a love like this would feel so right The two drew close, they broke away the magic lock and then they opened up Pandora’s box What they wished they could find was a fruit filled with vile, Had they cared to look, they would find it in their innocent smiles.

The dragon lived with the cookie and met their fiancé. The dragon oddly felt jealous of the fiancé, like that cookie didn’t deserve your attention. You made the dragon feel so loved, so special, so powerful. They NEEDED your love to be strong again. They almost couldn’t believe it; they gained feelings for a cookie.

A cookie with me, I wonder, could it be? Now all I have to do; destroy it all for you My heart and soul too I’ll just abandon all the things I have now Just as long as I’m able to love you again somehow Without a doubt I will give up my wings, And I’ll face all the evils that our love will surely bring.

The dragon watched you and your fiancé pick a dress for the wedding with envy, your marriage was arranged to this nuisance that they hated so. They believed you and them had a much closer bond, you had become such good friends during their time living with you. They had to ask, make their move before it was too late.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” The Dragon asked.

“Erm, yes, why do you ask?” You were puzzled.

“This marriage is arranged right? Not true love from what I see…And I can’t help it anymore.” The dragon replied, placing a kiss upon your lips.

You blushed and were stunned; they felt this way towards you. But on impulse you pushed them back, a look of shame crossed your face as a hurt expression crossed theirs. Then they turned a left down the hall, you didn’t see them again. Only finding a single scale in their room.

A cookie in black, at the sacred place of Gods they saw a cookie, who they thought was really odd And through their gaze, they could see right through their lies They were smiling even though they had such mournful eyes They froze in place, as they were gazing at their face Were they in love or did they just miss a warm embrace The two drew close, then they gave into the lust within And ran away to start their night of sin What they had in their hand was a fruit of desire, With their passion still set ablaze, and burning bright like a fire.

When the day of your wedding came you realized the terrible mistake you had made, you didn’t want to marry this cookie. You missed your dragon friend who cared so deeply about you. Yes, they shouldn’t have kissed you out of the blue like that but still…

“Excuse me, I’m not late, am I?” As a new yet strangely familiar voice.

You came face to face with a new cookie whose features reminded you of the dragon you knew. They were smiling but there was a somberness in their eyes. You approached this cookie and gave them a tight hug of which they returned; you knew who they really were. When you let go, they held out a hand, which you gladly took. Ripping off the veil the two of you fled the church, to a new home far in the woods.

Are we finally free? Is it true? Can it be? Within this night of lust, it’s just the two of us So love is a must Fragments of time that we have lost long ago They will all link us, back no matter what our love forgoes Now what is left is all the pain and regrets But with you here with me, I cannot help but just forget.

They did their absolute best to make the night romantic for the both of you, their kisses pressed against the right places as they pleasured and loved you. It felt far sweeter than anything else you had experienced in your whole life. You lived together, alone in that house and loved each other each and every day. They were quite possessive and protective of you but that greatened the appeal.

They cuddled and held you close at night, softly kissing your temple.

“I love you.” They mumbled.

Ahh~ All of the things we did wrong Etched into our bodies as permanent wounds as we carry on The time has come, the hour of judgement Before they could act, They were shot: THE COOKIE IN BLACK!

Your lover was gone for a bit, you were blissfully unaware of the oncoming danger. Slowly approaching was a masked Longan Guard, bow at the ready. As they got into position, they pulled back the draw string. You looked just in time to see the arrow fired, only to feel searing pain as it struck through your heart and out the other side.

The guard teleported away just as your lover returned home to find your bleeding corpse on the ground, they knew what had happened, consequence caught up with them. They screamed and wailed as they held your body, there was only one thing left to do…the only way to save you for their mistake. They didn’t want to live without you, but this life wouldn’t grant them that mercy.

There was a dragon who had lost both their wings From their lips, spilled the vow, They were long ago supposed to sing Saving their lover from the black depths of hell Was a scale they left behind to bid their last farewell But as they awoke again,

“I Love You...” They uttered before disappearing into nothing but a scale.

Processing what happened you wept and wailed right after, clutching the scale close to your heart as you sat in your own jam…Maybe you’d meet them again one day, but not in this life.

That’s when they broke the spell…’ There was a dragon who had lost both their wings And a cookie tainted black whose eyes never stopped weeping Even if we are to be punished and cursed We shall keep our vow alive, and hold it deep within While embracing the painful truth that we have wronged and sinned ‘Til the fruits of our crimes have rotten and we are redeemed “'Til the next fateful meeting, you will live on in my dreams…”

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Sugar and spice

My dear friend @lordoftherazzles has been good enough to submit a prompt.

As Razzy is a known and very skilled Bagginshielder, I have done my best to write a small treat for her with her blorbos.

I love you and I hope this makes you smile!

Words: 1,4 k

Warnings: Cursing and slight sexual innuendo

Characters: Bagginshield

Bilbo stared at his reflection in the mirror and decided that his cream-coloured button-down and the matching tan formal trousers were good enough for the ominous blind date he had been browbeaten into by his dear cousin Primula.

As far as he had understood the good woman – he had to admit that he had not entirely paid attention to her lengthy explanation – she and an unnamed friend of hers had organised what Primula was sure would turn out to be a very successful date.

With a deep sigh, Bilbo admitted that he loved his cousin more than he had ever told her and thus, he finally had agreed – not without putting up a little bit of a fight to keep things interesting, of course – to attend the proposed dinner in a shockingly expensive downtown restaurant that would be entirely financed by her magnanimous generosity.

Naturally, he found it incredibly insulting that she seemed so offended by his single status that she’d rope in not one but two other people to amend said circumstance, but he also knew that she meant well; moreover, he trusted her not to have chosen a complete dud. How bad could it be?

As soon as – upon arriving at the excessively upscale eatery – he informed the stuffy headwaiter of his arrival though and was consequently led to a secluded table – candles, cloth napkins, and the whole spiel in glaring evidence – he had to bite back a guffaw.

“Good evening Thorin,” he greeted casually and stretched out a jovial hand for the other man to shake.

“I should have known,” Thorin grinned with a boyish grimace that made his handsome face light up with mischief.

“I take it that the mysterious friend is Knitting-circle-Ori then,” Bilbo commented as he handed over his coat to the waiting server who did his best not to betray any kind of emotion.

Rifling through his hazy memories, Bilbo tried to recall the exact words Primula had used upon explaining how she had set up this romantic farce.

“You know him?” Thorin asked as he tapped his finger against his empty glass to signal his wish for another beer.

“We are in the same book club, yes,” Bilbo acquiesced without looking up from the wine menu; a dry white wine might do the trick, he thought, and promptly ordered a glass of crisp Pinot Gris from his favourite vineyard.

“He’s distant kin,” Thorin explained glumly. “Who is his co-conspirator?”

“My cousin Primula; she’s very close kin to me.” Bilbo couldn’t suppress his grin when Thorin’s face froze into a mask of shocked betrayal; apparently, Primula was known to him and he – like many a man before him – had been duped by her rosy complexion and her easy smiles.

“We met at a dart championship,” Thorin muttered morosely. “I’d never have thought her capable of such duplicity.”

He seemed visibly impressed with the devious machinations of two of the most placid and easy-going people in their lives, but Bilbo realised just as clearly that Primula and Ori had overlooked one crucial point: if they knew one another as well as their chosen victims, how on earth had they expected Bilbo and Thorin never to have met one another?

It was true that they had never spoken much, but – as two men past their prime who were interested in other men – they had necessarily crossed paths before.

“Well, you strike me as the kind of man who’d frequent this kind of establishment more often than me,” Thorin then said amiably, “so I defer to your wisdom. I cannot make head nor tail of half the things on the menu.”

As an avid foodie, Bilbo was in his element right away and they spent the next minutes sipping their drinks and philosophising about the truly awful names the wanna-be-trendy restaurant had slapped upon the most mundane of dishes.

When the much put-upon waiter finally had secured their orders, Bilbo leaned back in his chair and eyed Thorin with unabashed interest. He had believed himself past the age where bad boys in black shirts made his heart beat faster, but the quick wit and sparkling humour the man sitting across from him hid so masterfully under a thick layer of blasé pugnaciousness made his stomach clench with another kind of hunger.

Despite the silver streaks adorning that raven hair, Thorin could boast cheekbones one could cut cheese with and bright blue eyes that glinted with every word he spoke; he was a handsome man and moreover, surprisingly good company.

Indeed, the dinner ended up being – as predicted by a smug Primula – truly delightful. In truth, Bilbo generally dreaded overly formal settings and Thorin’s outspoken impatience with the pomp chased away much of the breathless, muted tension these establishments cultivated like precious fungi.

“Do you think they’ll check on us?” Thorin drawled, letting his eyes wander across the tastefully decorated room. Mindful of the potential scrutiny of the orchestrators of this date, they had decided to share a platter of miniature desserts – all of them delicious and disgracefully tiny – and were presently fighting discreetly for the last bite of mousse au chocolat.

He might have been an expert at throwing pointy things at cork boards, but Thorin was no match for Bilbo with a spoon and so he had to admit his defeat and withdraw, watching that gooey treasure disappear behind soft, plush lips.

The sound of sensual pleasure escaping Bilbo as he truly savoured his victory made Thorin’s skin tingle and he almost ordered another mousse just to hear it again; it had been some time since he had heard such bone-melting sounds fall like summer berries from the inviting, shapely mouth of another man who was neither an idiot nor a cold-blooded player.

“I guess that Primula will not be able to resist,” Bilbo finally replied, the tip of his tongue tracing his bottom lip slowly to make sure that he had not missed a single crumb of the sugary goodness they had just indulged in.

“Should we…” Thorin fell silent again, but he saw the echo of his own devious plan flare in those vivid, hazel eyes. A ferocious grin stretched across Bilbo’s soft, gentle face as he nodded ponderously.

“Yes,” he said, “yes, indeed, I think we should make them pay for their ill-advised idiocy!”

The restaurant sat at the end of a cul-de-sac like a plump housecat, but there were plenty of pubs and bars further up the street; it did not take long for the improbable couple to catch a glimpse of their respective tormentors, huddled by the front window of a cosy ice-cream parlour.

“What do you propose?” Bilbo asked, tilting up his face adoringly at Thorin while making sure that the yellowish light from the nearby streetlamp fell squarely on his soft features to make sure that his persiflage of an enamoured expression could easily be caught by the two knitting-needle-wielding fiends across the street.

“I don’t know,” Thorin replied without moving his mouth overmuch for fear that either one of their spectators would be able to read his lips. “How far are you willing to go?”

A small twitch of that button nose as Bilbo was pondering the question furiously made him lift his massive paw to cup Bilbo’s soft, beardless cheek and caress it with a lazy swirl of his cool thumb.

“Kiss me,” Bilbo then breathed, getting increasingly caught-up in a fantasy of his own making. “Do it as if you meant it!”

His eyes fluttered shut dramatically as Thorin bent down in slow-motion.

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Thorin muttered into the steadily diminishing space between his own lips and Bilbo’s. “I’ll get back that last bit of mousse yet!”

Before Bilbo could either laugh or protest, firm lips – warm and surprisingly tender – were pressed against his own; his fingers flew up to card through that unexpectedly soft beard while his other hand clawed itself into a solid, strong shoulder.

Who would have thought that playing darts against Primula gave one that kind of body?

As Thorin deepened the kiss, his own hands coming to rest possessively on the small of Bilbo’s back, every rational thought of retribution and vengeful pretence flew apart.

Suddenly, the very same indecently tremulous sound slipped out of Bilbo’s mouth and melted in a cloud of chocolate and sugar on Thorin’s tongue.

“Fuck them,” Thorin groaned, tightening his hold on Bilbo’s soft body. “They might well have been right, damn them!”

“Thorin?” Bilbo looked up almost shyly, his tongue darting out once more to check his lips for overlooked delicacies. “You’ll never guess what is sitting in my fridge.”

“Please say it’s a mousse,” Thorin begged; in truth, he didn’t care one bit. All he really wanted was for this fake date not to end just yet.

“It’s a blueberry one,” Bilbo, pulling himself up by slinging his arms around Thorin’s neck, purred seductively into his ear. “Interested?”

So, @fellowshipofthefics, this was the third for today. @sunnyrosewritesstuff, I'll get onto yours as soon as I'm up and about again tomorrow.

Lots of love from me <3