#IDNMT

[mithrilhearts]

My favorite fic of yours - Dragonhearted

My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours - The ones with Ori :D

The best character you've written for - Ori LOL

The best ship you've written for - Bagginshield

A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to - Your second S&D, your second Thauc

Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics - Berries, nose twitches, beard scratches...and being very afraid for Ori

What made me the most emotional after reading - When I thought the Shadow dwarves were dead :(

What I like the most about your writing - How engaging and captivating it is...

A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting - The Bodyguard fic

A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them - Bagginshield 100%

Something I wish/hope you write - More Ori

A fic of yours that i've re-read - Dragonhearted, your Acorn Drabbles

If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else - DUH!

A fic I didn't expect to like so much - The Vampire Story!

A question I have about one of your fics - Where is Ori????

(I am nothing if not predictable!!!)

I can't believe it. You went through all the questions 😭 and let me tell you, reading through all of these has made me cry more than once. I've been feeling really down lately about my quality as a fic writer and what I bring to the table (among more real personal problems lately boo), and this did definitely cheer me up.

To see so many various fics you enjoy, the thing you remember from them and take away, it's just...so heart-warming.

Cries again.

But man!!! I am so excited about the Bodyguard AU too!! And I am happy to feature some more Ori in my fics!!! (That's where he's at btw, lost somewhere in my stories lmao)

Thank you so much my friend, for being some sunshine on my rather gloomy, cloudy, thunderous days.

(I am not linking all of my fics, but you can find them on my masterlist -> here)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

All aboard

Here, friends, have a very meta little ficlet.

Husband and I plan on going on a little trip this week. This story has been read and ratified by him. He says it's very accurate. LOL

Words: 1381

Characters: I, husband, ALL the blorbos

Prompt: Road Trip

Warnings: Meta, first person

I wake up 10 minutes before my alarm, startled and confused because Finrod Felagund is perched on my headrest like a cat, strumming his harp.

Attracted by the disjointed tune, Maglor starts singing “Morning has broken” at the top of his lungs before his mother comes to drag him away by the braid. Nerdanel has, of course, been awake for hours already, making sure her progeny is ready to travel.

Brushed and braided, the infamous sons of Fëanor are scrubbed clean and wearing holes into my carpet by pacing through the room impatiently.

My husband groans and swats away Asfaloth’s attempts at rousing him.

“Shower?” he asks groggily and I acquiesce, all but running to the bathroom and slamming the door behind me. Not for a second do I believe that locks and bolts would keep my imaginary guests from intruding, but I hope that they’ll respect my privacy, nonetheless.

“You’ll take us, right?” Ulmo asks from the warm spray chasing away my fatigue. “We are good. We won’t make any trouble.”

“You,” I reply sharply, “can make it there on your own. There is plenty of water and air where we go!”

Sniffing, indignant and clearly vexed, he withdraws.

Thus refreshed, I exit my bubble of relative peace to do a quick headcount that quickly devolves into a pounding headache instead.

“We’re ready!” Elrond promises, waving a hand at those under his care. So far, so good, I think—with the exception of Glorfindel insisting on bringing his horse, Imladris seems to have its shit together.

Sandwiches have been packed and his infamous mother-in-law is sitting on a huge crate that is suspiciously labelled “travel provisions”.

“Is there a weight limit? How much space do you have in your trunk?” Nerdanel asks in a tense voice. “My husband, bless his heart, is loath to leave his forging equipment behind. Moreover, the boys…”

I cock a dubitative eyebrow at her. Her sons are hardly children anymore, but I can almost guess how their proclivities would interfere with an extensive road trip.

I drive an SUV—a big, boxy, black car that at least theoretically should allow for some follies.

“Nelyo won’t leave without Fingon…” she adds sheepishly. “Also…Tyelko’s dog, Káno’s instruments…at least Moryo and Curvo have agreed to share a suitcase for their books.”

Knowing that it’s a vain endeavour, I don’t even ask if all of this is strictly necessary.

I love them just the way they are; there is nothing wrong with them or with me.

I repeat those words like a mantra as I stare blankly at Nerdanel’s tired face, sporting an ever so slightly forced-looking smile—the encouraging mien of a mother knowing full well that the worst is yet to come.

Giving up on that part of my inescapable company, I shiver and turn to darkness and evil personified.

“Ready!” Mairon assures me, brandishing his checklist triumphantly. He is dressed soberly and might be allowed to be seen by others—his companions…not so much. 

Melkor, inspired by too much reality TV, has donned oversized sunglasses and a silk turban to keep his hair from frizzing in the constant stream of cold air blowing out of the AC, while Gothmog is wearing a floppy straw hat that does nothing to obscure his identity. The shiny horns and the aura of pure flame are wont to give him away and I am beyond thankful that nobody else can see him.

That, as well, is a problem for a later moment, I decide and turn to the dwarven faction to explain as gently as possible that pots, pans, flutes, and weapons are less than ideal hand luggage.

As expected, this goes over like a lead balloon.

Moreover, Thranduil has decided that he and his people will join us after all—nevertheless, he demands to be allowed to travel in the passenger seat, for privacy and to be as far away from the dwarves as possible in a restricted and closed space, and my husband shakes his head vehemently.

“I won’t have one of them on my lap,” he declares cuttingly. “Stuff them all in the trunk, with their tools and toys.”

Uproar. Outrage. Screaming in various languages. Curses upon my in-laws down to the first ancestor to have ever walked this earth—I merely smirk.

“Of course,” someone whines, “nobody wants to take me.”

Whirling around, I glimpse Túrin, his lower lip sticking out a little, his arms crossed above his chest petulantly.

The humans, I think frantically, and my mind goes blank.

“We’re ready to travel light,” Boromir promises, securing his bedroll and his pack as we speak and giving me an encouraging smile. “Gondor can set out.”

“I don’t trust the iron horse!” Éomer mutters, evidently much less inclined to just throw himself into my car without having checked the mysterious vehicle vigorously for loose shoes and bad teeth.

By this time, the Valar—immortal and indestructible as they are—have agreed that they’d survey the lay of the land from the roof of my trusty metal steed rather than be confined with a bunch of unruly children.

The thought of having to wipe away incessant rain as well as bird droppings throughout the whole voyage dismays me, but I take every win I can get and don’t demure.

“The good boy can come sit with me,” my husband declares, thankfully mollified by my obvious distress, at the sight of Huan wagging his tail eagerly.

“You’ll have to take Tyelko as well—the tall blonde with the hunting knives—and, come to think of it, how about balancing Curufin on your other leg?” I jump on that tiny concession eagerly, my eyes pleading and my lips quivering pitifully.

“Will they sing the whole time?” he asks sharply and I shrug, unwilling to admit that—most probably—they will indeed.

We start the elaborate game of Blorbo-Tetris, doing our best to separate those who love each other too well or too little in an attempt to preemptively extinguish potential fires that might otherwise ruin the start of our trip.

“At least…” he starts and then retreats as Thingol and Melian, followed by their retinue, draw up to the car, eyes narrowed in disdain. They do not appreciate the fact that they had almost been left behind—again.

“Mablung,” my husband—love of my life, light of my days—sniggers, much to the dismay of the dignified elf who is not used to being hailed in so derisive a fashion.

My car now feels so full that I have no doubt it is positively bulging, but we’ve finally made it onto the road.

My beloved spouse keeps his hand firmly clasped above the button that would turn the radio on, enduring the moaning and complaining with perfect equanimity.

The smell of various, impossibly fragrant foodstuffs being unpacked and the sound of enthusiastic chewing start to pervade the air—I open a window and shoot an apologetic look at my most cherished companion.

Discordant humming and vocalizing are interrupted periodically by raucous laughter and the odd brawl in the backseat; I throw myself onto the highway, wishing it was oncoming traffic.

All the while, my phone keeps chiming softly—Discord is letting me know that my friends are alive and well, and I smile through the agonizing migraine as discussions of wedding customs arise and are hotly debated.

Many of my obstinate and obnoxious travel companions are legacies from those people across the world I love so dearly and I owe it to them not to toss their cherished characters into the nearest gas station bin, no matter how insane they’ll eventually drive me.

At least, thank Eru the One, everyone is still dressed and decent and no deadly weapons have been deployed or old grudges dredged up to be settled within this merely leased vehicle—it would be quite a feat to explain away the huge bloodstains and deep gouges to my annoying garage.

A warm, comforting hand finds mine and I avert my eyes from the road for a millisecond to grin lopsidedly at my husband.

“Did you absolutely have to bring all of them?” he asks under his breath.

My shoulders twitch as I sigh shudderingly. “I love them,” I confess, “and wherever I go, they go.”

@fellowshipofthefics have a silly one!

Lots of love from me, I hope this little slice of my life could amuse you!

[errruvande]

YES I WANT!!! NOW EVERYONE KNOWS YOU HAVE A 8K WORDS OSFERTH SMUT FIC 😏😏😏😏

I want to read it so bad 😭😭😭

WIP WEDNESDAY

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Thank u for tagging me @ladyaldhelm 💞

Wow I ACTUALLY wrote another 1k to my Alfred x reader one-shot (yes writing coming kinda slow rn)

"Lord, you said you wouldn't look!" The rasp in your voice made Alfred chuckle. The unpleasant lady in his bath.

And maybe I'm getting a chance to let my Tyland brain rot set free?? Maybe... We don't know, we cannot know. I just have a few paragraphs leading to nowhere

That particular sentence is about the reader and Alicent's friendship

Maybe because you could share her blooming heart's dreams and hopes, or maybe because she was desperately longing for a friend. You'd never know.

No pressure tags: @ulfrsmal @persephones-journey @holy3cake @i-did-not-mean-to @ladyinred2248 @sotwk

Anyone who wants 💞

[scyllas-revenge]

🎉

For the ask game ☺️

🎉 How are you going to be kind to yourself if you don't meet your goals?

…I hate to say I won’t be but I’m really not nice to myself when I don’t meet my writing goals 🙃

But because I’m so hard on myself, I’m trying to not be so specific in what I want to accomplish next year so it’ll be harder to fail lol. Any amount of writing progress will be good for me. A short fic here or there, progress on my ongoing fics, and supporting my mutuals in their writing, nice and simple and impossible to fail (I hope)

[mithrilhearts]

My friend, my darling, my beloved!

I was prompted to send asks to my favourite authors! So, here I am!

Love your fics (but only half as much as I love you)

MY FRIEND!!!! BELOVED IDNMT!!!!

Your friendship means the world to me, my friend, and the fact that you read my silly little fics (even tho you don't really "go" to the bagginshield fandom) always surprises me!! I'm so grateful, and beyond that, I value you so much!! <3 Thank you for being you. So kind, supportive, and just a really great friend.

You're one of my favorite persons on this planet!! (come visit me sometime, or, alternatively, I will cross the pond to visit you!)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Author's choice - Forest Walk - ME

This one was just the first thing that came to mind...

Characters:Me, my blorbos, and all the lovely people I so admire

Words: 308

Warnings: This is a call-out post

A cool, fragrant wind caresses the falling leaves, setting them afloat for their final dance before they inevitably become part of the softly crunching carpet at my feet.

Peace. Quiet. Serenity.

Except…

The trees are looking at me—they know the ghosts dogging my every step better than I ever could, and the creaking of their balding branches sounds like tiny chuckles.

My love for forest walks has both been heightened and defiled by visions of naked people being chased to their deaths, radiant creatures getting snatched unexpectedly, and sly murderers padding noiselessly through the shifting shadows.

The voice of reason within me is promptly drowned out by outrageous Khazad insults and overly indecent confessions about the times different people have “frolicked” under the trees.

Every time a bird chirps, I flinch.

Each soft spot of moss and bright clearing makes my skin crawl and my fingers itch.

Even the gurgling stream and sighing breeze seem to mock me.

Do you remember, they susurrate insidiously, do you recall the words you’ve written so brazenly, not knowing what doors you’d throw wide open?

Pressing the heels of my hands against my temples, I admit that I’d rather forget, but their names bubble to my lips like an unholy prayer, nevertheless.

Born in a forest, wedded in a forest, bedded in a forest, deceased in a forest—the kaleidoscope of vague faces and incomplete characterisations is spinning relentlessly, splashing the gold and green of the autumn woods with all the colours of the rainbow, all the shades of precious gems, and all the hues of unspoken emotions.

“Can’t I have a moment for myself?” I groan pleadingly.

As soon as I find myself alone—abandoned?—within my mind, I miss them. Their stories might not be happy ones, but they invariably turn a bleak, autumnal walk into an indescribable experience.

@fellowshipofthefics here we go with the very last one! Ooooooeeeee, that was fun.

@cilil, this is your call-out post lol

-> Masterlist

𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 <3

[mithrilhearts]

😈 and 🤭 for the ask please ❤️

Ahhhh tysm for the ask, my friend!!!

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I guess I have a couple of times haha, like the cliffhanger in "May Your Forge Burn Bright" in chapter 7 - or the spicy dream sequence in "Dragonhearted" in chapter 8. I'm not out to make people hurt THAT much - but little things like this will suffice!

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

On tumblr I just use #razzywrites, but I am also very fond of tagging my spicy fics with #bangingshield - and I'm SO proud of that. As for AO3, I think my favorite tags are "Thorin is an idiot" and "Bilbo is so done", because that describes them so well lmao

Fanfic writer emoji asks

[mithrilhearts]

Dude, tell me what's in store for Bookbinder, please!!!

LOVE that fic <3

Hey friend!!! I also love this fic, so very...very much...it has become my golden child, and I'm so excited for the next upcoming chapters (I just have to actually write them, you know??)

I did answer an ask for this fic already, and I don't have anything to add to it JUUUUUST yet without being SUPER spoilery, but you can see what's coming next -> here!

Bookbinder//Songwriter -

Thorin Durinul has always dreamed of making it to the big leagues in the music industry. Ered Luin’s newest citizen, Bilbo Baggins, an aspiring writer and all-around bookworm, has recently taken ownership of the mountain town’s dusty old corner shop, now, Bag End Books. They weren’t looking for love, but now they can’t imagine tackling life’s challenges without each other.

Ask me about my WIPs!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Hey hey!

This is an interesting way of doing this, and I'd be honoured to answer your questions! Let me see...

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Erm, I'd say most of my Ori fics are rather sweet. My Hobbit writing in general is much sweeter and fluffier than my Silm-writing for example!

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Seat of my pants. I try to do a general outline for events and exchanges so I don't lose myself in a 50k plot, but that never really works out...so...pantser all the way LOL

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Yup, defo. My favourite would be the Christmas Hallmark fic from a few years ago (it's an Ori fic that I've linked so many times lol)...

I quite enjoy Valentine's Day as well...and Halloween to a certain extent (even if I don't celebrate Halloween).

Thank you so much for these questions. I am trying to work through my Tumblr notifications after being away for so long, but I admit I am quite daunted.

<3

Thank you for being absolutely awesome!

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

🍷 Do you drink and write?

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

📈 How many fics do you have?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

[myslashyvalentine]

The MSV 2025 Archive is Open!

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

We made it. That is no small thing this year with the current world events. There would be no My Slashy Valentine without all the amazing writers, old and new, who take this challenge on during the winter doldrums (or in the southern hemisphere, the summer sweats!)

A special thanks to Zhie, who double checks my matching, is an excellent sounding board, a tireless promoter and stalwart fandom ringleader.

Congratulations to all our new writers who completed their first swap: Abel/ baby_bat_98, Amanda/Thinwhitedutchess, Angela/ChillinbytheFire, BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances, blueberryrock, cloudbower, Lanthanum12, Laufey/fullofleaves (though technically a veteran from 2004!!!), LiselleLascelles, Meredith/Rian, Misty/MysticFinde, Mona/queerofthedagger,  Mouse, Saint/saintstars, Shannon/ElrondsLibrary, Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs and  Victoria/0ur_Ouroboros! Please check out their stories and make them feel welcome. 

Thanks always to all our veteran writers who continue to participate, tell their friends and show new participants that this is a fun Valentine's Day tradition! Together you all make this swap a vibrant part of the Tolkien community.

And now, for your reading enjoyment… The 2025 My Slashy Valentine Collection.

My Slashy Valentine 2025: The Master List!

Abel/baby_bat_98 wrote The Shape of Us for Nuizillien Aglarien wrote Things That Were for MysticFinde Amanda/Thinwhitedutchess wrote Lost in the solitude of his immense power for Rian Angela/ChillinbytheFire wrote Back in Business for DragonofMordor Argleena wrote Learning to Love Yourself Through Being Loved for Abel/ baby_bat_98 Azh/AdmirableMonster wrote Heartsease for Narya_Flame ♥ Azh/AdmirableMonster wrote and some nights we're choking on the words (but some we light on fire) for Heather/ohboromir ♥ Azh/AdmirableMonster wrote a little light to call my own for elladansgirl BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances wrote Altitude Sickness for Amanda/Thinwhitedutchess ♥ BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances wrote Bumping Exoskeletons for elladansgirl Bird/ingenious_spark wrote Shipwrecked Heart for i_did_not_mean_to BloodwingBlackbird wrote All the snow has turned to water for Azh/AdmirableMonster blueberryrock wrote The ones we hurt for Nuredhel bluehair wrote SERVANT for cloudbower cloudbower wrote Desire path for JazTheBard chrissystriped wrote "I will risk the Wrath of the Valar" for bluehair ♥ chrissystriped wrote In his Light for elladansgirl EclecticKefi wrote A Cold and Uncaring Place for RaisingCaiin Elennalore wrote Lesser Rings, Higher Passions for EclecticKefi Elentarial/BaccaratBlack wrote What These Bones Know for starlightwalking Elio/silverfisting wrote worm moon for Angela/ChillinbytheFire Elleth wrote Spring Feast for thurinngwethil Fey/ThatFeanorian write The Future We Fight For for Mona/queerofthedagger fictional-hr-department wrote Plant me where the red deer feed for Bird/ingenious_spark Gilithlin wrote Coming Home for reindeer_pizza Heather/ohboromir wrote Khajmel for sallysavestheday IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to wrote Is it love? (When you hold me, when you touch me, it's so powerful) for Ladywithaquill IgnobleBard wrote Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long for Shannon/ElrondsLibrary Jade/Elladansgirl wrote Comfort From A King for  BalrogBalls/TimelessUtterances JazTheBard wrote A Visit to the Forges for Lanthanum12 just_jenni/jenni4765 wrote ON THE STREETS OF TIRION NO ONE KNOWS ANYTHING for a_world_of_whimsy Kit/kitkatkaylie wrote Finrod's Very Cunning Plan To Pull A Luthien for mangacrack LadywithaQuill wrote His Blonde King for fictional_hr_department Lanthanum12 wrote Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl for NiennaWept Laufey/fullofleaves wrote Occidental Philology for senalishia ♥ lynndyre wrote When I fall and time goes slow for kitkatkaylie maglor-my-beloved wrote Remembrance for Argleena ♥ maglor-my-beloved wrote All that is Gold for elladansgirl mangacrack wrote Wrong Side of Heaven for Elio/Silverfisting Misty/MysticFinde wrote You Will Understand When You're Older for Mawgy

Meredith/Rian wrote The Care and Feeding of Touch-starved Warlords for Fey/ThatFeanorian Mona/queerofthedagger wrote puissance (stay my hand now) for Victoria/0ur_Ouroboros Mouse wrote Two Captains for Tabru Narya wrote Affection for BloodwingBlackbird NiennaWept wrote wrote sweet wine and marble dust for Saint/saintstars Nuinzilien wrote The Power of Persuasion for Blueberryrock Nuredhel wrote For I am thy Lord for Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs Pages/Lost_inMiddleearth wrote Been with you such a long time (You're my sunshine) for phyncke RaisingCaiin wrote speak not to me of fine things for Laufey/fullofleaves reindeer_pizza wrote Quality Assurance for steadfastalysanne2022 Saint/saintstars wrote A Way Back to Happiness for maglor_my_beloved sallysavestheday wrote Hear Me in the Song of the Waves for mouse Senalishia wrote Where you go when you're gone for LiselleLascelles Seregons wrote Feathers Fall Slowly for Gilithin Shannon/ElrondsLibrary wrote she hath my love, even through the darkness for Elleth starlightwalking wrote I'm here for ChrissyStriped steadfastsalyanne2022 wrote Sons of the Wilderness for seregons Tabru wrote Tears Unnumbered Ye Shall Shed for Melusine6619 Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs wrote Thaw for Elentarial/BaccaratBlack ♥ Tamatoa/thereisamanmadeofcrabs wrote on those cold and star-bright nights for elladansgirl Tethys_resort wrote Patinka for Aglarien thuringwethil wrote take this lonely heart for Pages/Lost_inMiddleearth Victoria/0ur_Ouroboros wrote This shaking keeps me steady (I should know) for just_jenni Whimsy/a_world_of_whimsy wrote Legacy for elennalore

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[mithrilhearts]

When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to and publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

I LOVE MUSIC ASKS, TAGS, ETC.

Okay, so I have been on such a HUGEEEEE Shinedown kick, so I'll list my top 5 of theirs (currently, this is ever-changing) - pretty sure I did this for the last music ask I got, but okay!! The Shinedown obsession is real.

I could list more, but the rules said 5, so here we are.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Kinktober 2024 - Desk Sex (Authority kink/power imbalance & throne sex)

My dearest @mithrilhearts. You and me until the world goes up in flames, right? <3

Prompts: Desk Sex (Authority kink/power imbalance & throne sex)

Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin

Words: 565

Warnings: anal play, anal sex, nudity, desk sex

“Thorin, you really should take a…”

Bilbo fell silent as soon as he’d crossed the threshold of the small, dark room the King under the Mountain stubbornly claimed was a perfectly appropriate office.

Looking up pointedly, the newly restored regent set aside the magnifying lens he used to read the tiny script of one of his Blue Mountain correspondents slowly. “I was just about to take a break. How good of you to join me.”

There was something so seductively smouldering in his gaze and voice that the Hobbit promptly felt his ears and cheeks warm up treacherously.

Bilbo had yet to see Thorin sit on his actual throne—he’d been recovering from his grievous injuries until recently, and the restoration and repair crews had not cleared the throne room thus far—but he couldn’t imagine that his beloved could have cut a more alluringly impressive figure on that ancestral seat of power than he did behind the massive oaken desk.

When Thorin braced his broad hands against the littered papers and drew himself up carefully, his future consort felt his knees turn to jelly.

“Or did you need something else from me?” the dwarf asked, his voice heavy with unmistakable mischief. “Why don’t you come here and assist me?”

Bilbo hesitated, prompting a gentle reminder that this was an order from his king rather than a polite invitation.

In the Shire, nobody would have dared speak to Bilbo in that tone, and the titillating irreverence only stoked the fire, spreading from his soft belly to his quivering legs.

“Is that so?” he gasped even as his feet started moving towards the throne of wisdom and wood he’d so admired only a moment prior.

“I know you’re not partial to this chamber,” Thorin hummed as he caught Bilbo by the wrist and tugged him behind the desk resolutely. “However, I think I know a way to reconcile you with it.”

“As your obedient and devoted subject,” Bilbo teased, letting himself be crowded against the solid slab of old oak behind him, “I must insist that you don’t overexert yourself, my liege.”

Chuckling softly, Thorin swept aside the letters he’d been working on and waved an inviting hand at the free space.

“Another order?” Bilbo grinned but hopped onto the tabletop willingly enough.

When Thorin’s lips descended upon his impish face with all the authority of a true-born leader and his hands spread Bilbo’s thighs wide enough to step into the gap, the mouthy adventurer soon gave up on jesting and jeering.

Often, Bilbo reminded his better half that paperwork and diplomatic relationships were as important as fearless warfare and unshakeable loyalty, and so he truly felt as if he was being spread out and undressed leisurely on a throne rather than just an ancient escritoire.

He heard the discreet scratching of a drawer being opened, and then Thorin’s thick, steady fingers were working him open with something Bilbo could only hope was lube and not age-old ink.

“Careful,” he warned again as Thorin fumbled with the countless clasps and fastenings of his heavy garments before lining himself up against his lover’s welcomingly warm body.

“Would you prefer I sit in my chair?” Thorin whispered as he lifted Bilbo’s legs onto his shoulders and pushed into him steadily, hitting every sweet spot just right.

“Stubborn dwarf,” Bilbo cursed and lost himself in this wonderful, royal homecoming.

@tolkienpinupcalendar <3

Thank you so much for reading!

☞ Masterlist

[the-red-butterfly]

Tied Down / To Let Go...

Nerdanel & Anairë (Tolkien Universe)

Nerdanel wants to love another but her heart is tied to another long gone...

I could not pick between the two titles so there, you get two. A commission done for my patron saint (lol) my good friend @i-did-not-mean-to thank you for sponsoring my french books for class! Hehe.

We mutually inspired each other with the prompt "heart." IDNMT wrote this story for Slashentin's. Go read it!

I REALLY liked the final product of this art. With IDNMT I always get to experiment with SOMETHING this time it was color pallet and I'm just very VERY pleased. Also, it's a comic, I enjoyed my self EVEN more. They are so time consuming but SO satisfying hehe.

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Open for Commissions // Comic commission

[mithrilhearts]

WIP Sunday (except on a Monday)

I was tagged by @i-did-not-mean-to to share a snippet from one of my WIPs! This snippet (which is subject to change) is from the chapter I’m currently working on for Bookbinder//Songwriter!

Silence fell between them, the question awkwardly lingering in the air before Bilbo waved his hand and pointed towards Belladonna’s parked car on the side of the road, which promptly had Thorin parking behind it. It was easy to see whenever his thoughts were consuming him. His jaw was tight, almost looking as if he were biting the inside of his cheeks, and the expression never settled well with Bilbo. “Thorin?” “I don’t want your family to think you’re running around with trouble.” “Well, you are trouble,” Bilbo teased as his fingers began to crawl across one of Thorin’s longer sleeves, tugging at it a bit to reveal a bit more ink. “But you’re the kind of trouble I’m after, my dashing little hellraiser.” Those fingers moved up towards Thorin’s face, giving one of those cheeks a small playful pinch as they pulled upward in a grin. “I think you’re more trouble than I am…” Thorin chuckled lightly, his eyes dropping as Bilbo’s hand did, unable to wipe the goofy grin from his face. “Probably, I am half a Took, after all.”

And because idnmt is such a BULLY, a small snippet from the next chapter of Fuck Thy Neighbor (which I just updated yesterday so look! New words already lol)

Daisy Durin’s. Bilbo had passed this shop more times than he cared to count, and often he’d found himself looking at the pretty displays within the window, but never checked it out beyond that. It was a miracle considering how attached to flowers and floral arrangements he was, but today was the day he was setting foot in the shop—if only as a favor to Prim. All it took was a pretty please and she’d fully convinced him to check out a few arrangement ideas for the wedding from the local florist. Considering Bilbo’s taste in such things, he was the perfect man for the job, so he thought nothing of it as he approached the storefront. Pushing his way in and hearing a little bell chime overhead, instantly the magical scent of various flowers filled his nose. This was his kind of place, truly. “I’ll be with you in a moment.” Bilbo didn’t even pay much mind to the deeper voice that called to him from across the shop. A fellow with his back turned and crouched, sounding like he was gathering a few items or tending to some shop duties.

non-obligatory tags for: @fantasyinallforms @ahufflepuffhobbit @sunnyrosewritesstuff and anyone else who wants to play, my brain is dead and thinking of tags is hard.

[myslashyvalentine]

❤ MSV 2024 Collection is Open!❤

Happy Valentine’s day!

Congratulations to our new writers who completed their first swap! Thanks as well to all our veteran writers who continue to participate and make this swap a vibrant part of the Tolkien community. 

My Slashy Valentine 2024: The Master List!

AdmirableMonster wrote A Light Beneath Frozen Water for JazTheBard

Aglarien wrote Rosemary for Remembrance for Tethys_resort

Aipilosse wrote Star-kissed for undercat

Ally/steadfastalysanne2022 wrote Always Waiting For You Just to Cut to the Bone for AdmirableMonster

Argleena wrote Coming Back to You for Aglarien

Bird/ingenious_spark wrote Knit Together for raiyana

BloodwingBlackbird wrote Winter glowed on her leaves for HewerOfCaves

bluehair wrote Tell Me No for Aipilosse

Branka/LadywithaQuill wrote New Beginnings for senalishia

ChrissyStriped wrote Sharing Everything for Jade/Elladansgirl

cílil wrote Herald, Hero, Muse for Maironite

Cirilla/FakeCirilla9 wrote Falling star for Ally/steadfastalysanne2022

Cissy/Lost_inMiddleearth wrote If I Could Make Days Last Forever for phyncke

Elentarial/BaccaratBlack wrote The Forlorn for bluehair

elfscribe wrote And With Him Was Elrond for tabru

Elio/eliogardens wrote Uprooting for Kay/seregons

Ettelenë/firstamazon wrote Under Unclouded Stars for mangacrack

Fey/ThatFeanorian write With Song Meant Only For You and I for Torpi

forelevenses wrote to be alone with you for Luciann/Lucigoo89

Frances/Melusine6619 wrote Anniversary Celebration for RaisingCaiin

Gilithlin wrote Crescendo for elfscribe

Heather/indestructibleplum wrote Phantom Pains for Nuredhel

Heather/ohboromir wrote Hope for yletylyf

Helholden wrote Under the Stars, Above the Sun for Katrina/lemurious

HewerOfCaves wrote White Daffodil for IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to

IDNMT/I_did_not_mean_to wrote Mix & Match for Zhie

IgnobleBard wrote Friendship Like The Holly Tree for Marchwriter

Jade/Elladansgirl wrote One Night With A King for Branka/LadywithaQuill

JazTheBard wrote Five Meetings for Ruinel

Katrina/lemurious wrote Fair They Wrought Us for Helholden

Kay/seregons wrote I Pledge My Heart to Thy Doom for sallysavestheday

Kefi/EclecticKefi wrote Our Gentle Sin for Kit/kitkatkaylie

Kit/kitkatkaylie wrote Youthful regrets for Lilithsea

Kristen/Harp_of_Gold wrote day will come for Chrissystriped

likethenight wrote the distraction or the force for Argleena

Lillithsea wrote The King of the Greenwood for Elentarial/BaccaratBlackLithgaeril wrote What to Make of This for Kefi/EclecticKefi

Luciann/Lucigoo89 wrote Two Lives Will Be Spared This Day for octopus_fool

lynndyre wrote There and Back Again for Ignoblebard

maglor-my-beloved wrote Of Farewells for Ettelenë/firstamazon

Maironite wrote Ready To Fall for Cilil

mangacrack wrote the home where I belong the most for reindeer_pizza

Marchwriter wrote All That Is Gold for likethenight

Mawgy wrote To the Victor Goes the Spoils for Gilithlin

NiennaWept wrote peaches we devour, dusty skin and all for thurinngwethil

Nuredhel wrote The flower and the flute for Whimsy/a_world_of_whimsy

octopus_fool wrote Thrush and Stag for lynndyre

phyncke wrote The King's Cabin for Frances/Melusine6619

RaisingCaiin wrote to warm my bed for Mawgy

reindeer_pizza wrote The King's Treasure for Skaelds

Ruiniel wrote Ára for Verecunda

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Senalishia wrote Cut Straight to the Heart for starlightwalking

Skaelds wrote you better not kill the groove for Elio/eliogardens

skywardstruck/tomefaired wrote show me the limits of your deceit for Tathrin

starlightwalking wrote Lazy Day for forelevenses

Tabru wrote Elrond and the King for visitor/lonelyvisitor

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Tathrin wrote A Testing of Wills for Kristen/Harp_of_Gold

Tethys_resort wrote Two in Shadows for NiennaWept

thuringwethil wrote between my fingers, she leaves, then she lingers for  Cissy/Lost_inMiddleearth

Torpi wrote Ripe Fruit for Fey/ThatFeanorian

undercat wrote Comfort from a Heavy Hand for Heather/ohboromir

Verecunda wrote All the Luck in the World for Heather/Indestructibleplum

visitor/lonelyvistor wrote one whole with my other for Lithgaeril

Whimsy/a_world_of_whimsy wrote In the beginning for Cirilla/FakeCirilla9

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Zhie wrote Minuet for Basalt_Serpent

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❤ Zhie wrote Very Welcome Visitor for Indestructibleplum

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If you need a link to the entire collection, it is right here: 2024 My Slashy Valentine

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Point of no return

As always, there's a birthday fic.

This one has been chosen by my husband from the prompt book he's gifted me. (So it's going on main haha)

And he's chosen Aemond from the HotD fandom.

Pairing: Aemond x OC

Words: 1k

Warnings:none

She was a theatre kid. He was very much not.

In the natural order of things, their paths should never have crossed.

However, he believed in fate, and she had faith in whimsy, so neither one was too astonished when she barrelled into him as she ran along the university hallway.

Running late, as per usual, Nola hadn’t even considered meeting someone else in the near-abandoned building long after classes had concluded.

She knew of him, of course, but they didn’t share any friends or interests, so she wouldn’t have claimed to know the man himself.

When his long-fingered hand shot out to keep her from falling backwards, the world turned upside down in a flurry of sheet music and handwritten copies of lyrics.

He didn’t ask where she was going—he didn’t even cry out in alarm and anger. He just stared at her from the uncannily mismatched eyes that were the subject of so much gossip.

“Oops,” she said automatically, her own gaze taking in the pool of paper at her feet. “I have to run, but…let me buy you a coffee sometime to make it up to you!”

The words had flown out of her mouth like startled birds before their full weight could make it through her thick skull—they were not friends, and she had no right to invite him so brazenly.

“Sure,” he replied in a calm, cold voice. “I’ll hold you to it.”

A shiver of excitement and apprehension shot up Nola’s spine, and she dropped to her knees to scoop up her various notes.

The slight tremor of her fingers was a nuisance, though.

A moment later, his towering frame folded noiselessly like a house of cards collapsing in a flurry of black and white.

“I’m Aemond,” he said as his detestably steady hands closed around a stack of paper resolutely. “You’re auditioning?”

Nola flinched as if caught with her hand in the cookie jar—she was ferociously secretive about the roles she coveted for fear of jinxing her chances, so she didn’t want to discuss these matters with a perfect stranger.

Moreover, Aemond Targaryen, scion of the realm’s most illustrious and morally questionable house, didn’t strike her as the kind of man who’d take an interest in musical theatre and melting love songs.

Shame, really, she thought. He would have made an excellent villain.

Tall and brooding, he had the perfect face—an alluring mix of sharp lines and sensual curves—to give an antagonist depth.

Moreover, she’d always had a secret soft spot for the misunderstood rogue.

“Thank you,” she breathed as he handed her the sheets he’d collected. “Find me then,” she added on a whim, eager to look at him longer and fantasise about all the roles he could so easily fill.

“You’re welcome,” he replied automatically, even though his face betrayed neither warmth nor understanding.

“Intense,” she laughed as his brows furrowed in deep thought. “Be careful your face doesn’t get stuck like this!”

He merely scoffed.

Aemond told himself that it was only natural to at least glance at the sheets he was straightening for the imprudent, insolent creature before him.

If he committed every word and title to memory and, instead of going home as he’d intended, went straight to the library to do some anonymous research, it was due to his natural proclivity for intellectual curiosity and his need to know things rather than a marked interest in the wild-haired, bright-eyed woman who’d invited him for coffee so flippantly.

He’d never been overly fond of musical theatre—his own life was dramatic and tragic enough for him to know for certain that people rarely fell to their knees to sing their hearts out when their whole existence fell to dust and ashes around them.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t rest until he’d unearthed and memorised every single line he’d so fleetingly glimpsed.

Feeling like a hopeless codebreaker, he pored over the words again and again until they were etched into his brain.

From there on out, he started stalking around the auditorium more often in hopes of finding the mysterious songbird.

Aemond wasn’t sure she’d remember him and the silly vow she’d made, but one day, ambling down a rarely used stairwell, he finally heard a silken voice lament the wretched solitude of Éponine.

“Will we ever meet again?” he recited in a muted tone.

A low gasp interrupted the song, and then the woman’s head popped over the railing.

Seamlessly, she transitioned into “Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?” from Phantom of the Opera.

“Stranger than you dreamt it. Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me?” Aemond rejoined, the words flowing like water from his lips as they bubbled to the surface of his mind.

His efforts were rewarded by a brilliant smile. Soon, he heard her light steps racing down the stairs toward him.

“There's something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean, and he was coarse and unrefined. And now he's dear and so unsure. I wonder why I didn't see it there before,” she chirped, cocking her head invitingly as she laid a small hand on his arm as if to retain him.

“She glanced this way, I thought I saw. And when we touched, she didn't shudder at my paw. No, it can't be, I'll just ignore…but then she's never looked at me that way before,” Aemond supplied smoothly.

“You surprise me, Targaryen,” she cackled. “So, do you have time for a coffee?”

He felt as if his spine was about to break as he nodded. “Did you get the part?” he asked as they continued downwards side-by-side.

“Hmmm,” she hummed her affirmation. “Christine Daaé.”

To Aemond’s surprise, she threw her head back and laughed—a full, bewitchingly melodious symphony. “I’d never have bothered with that fool of a Vicomte, of course.”

“Fond of monsters, are you?” Aemond heard himself ask automatically.

“If they know the words…”