my submission for the @fellowshipofthefics january trope roulette!!
i got neighbour au x scars, and i will be using bard x thranduil for this drabble!
featuring: modern au, pining bard, hot neighbour thranduil, and a small warning for a c!garette mention!!
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Bard spent far too much of his time watching his neighbour lounging by the pool.
Ever since Thranduil first moved in, Bard had been totally enraptured by him, and found any excuse to knock on his door and speak to him. One boring autumn afternoon he’d even had Tilda kick her ball into his back garden just so he would have to go and retrieve it. Sigrid informed him he was ‘down bad’, whatever that meant.
But now it was summer, and he took a great deal of pleasure in watching as the blonde spread himself out on one of his lounge chairs, long legs glistening with the oil that had been rubbed onto them earlier and head tipped back in pure bliss as he soaked in the sun's rays.
Bard’s children often peeked in the door just to giggle at him as he draped himself across the window seat, leaning his elbows on the painted white windowsill just to watch their neighbour all afternoon. They wished he would just go and talk to him; they actually liked Thranduil and he was pretty much the only person they would approve of, should their dad decide to actually make a move.
“Da! Bain and I are heading out to sell cigarettes to the four year olds down the road!” Sigrid called in while biting down on her lip to keep herself from laughing, just to see what he would say.
“Oh? Well, have fun my darlings. Make sure to put sunscreen on, don’t want you to get burned!”
Sigrid and Bain fell apart into a fit of laughter before leaving him to it, and instead going out to get some ice cream with their friends. They didn’t forget the sunscreen, of course.
The door slammed shut downstairs just as Bard noticed something interesting. His gaze flickered to Thranduil’s face, to his long blonde hair fanning out behind his head on the chair, to his lashes resting high beside his sharp cheekbones as his eyes remained closed in relaxation. To the way his pink lips parted ever so slightly, and the smooth expanse of his skin when his face was relaxed enough that the hard lines of a frown were missing from his features. All of these were quite normal for a sunny day by the pool, but something else happened, something Bard would have missed, had he looked away for a minute.
On one side of Thranduil’s face, the skin appeared to be slowly disappearing, inexplicably fading away to reveal what seemed like a horrible raw-looking burn underneath, making Bard grimace as he stared at it. Bard felt almost guilty for witnessing it; surely Thranduil only allowed this to happen as he thought no one was looking at him, letting his guard down as he was in the privacy of his own back garden…
The burn was gone almost as soon as it came, replaced by the soft dewy skin Bard was so used to seeing.
And though the burn didn’t make Thranduil any less beautiful to Bard, it did mean one thing…
His neighbour was much more mysterious than he had originally thought.
We hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! We mods certainly enjoyed having (most of) the month of December off, but now we’re back, and we’ve got some fun changes coming to the FOTFICS blog and can’t wait to show everyone!
Without further ado, let’s get to the first monthly challenge of 2023!
Welcome to January Trope Roulette!
The goal is very simple - spin the roulette wheel (link below) twice and whatever AU/Trope(s) you get, write a drabble featuring the two mashed together (If you get the same one twice, spin again 😉)
This is to encourage exploration into other tropes/situations that maybe we as writers never considered before and can work as a great writing exercise to get you going for the day!
These writings can be as big or small as you like, and be sure to tag #fotfics so we can see what amazing works you guys come up with!
→ January Trope Roulette Wheel
Bonus: let your followers spin the wheel and send in the fun combinations they get!
as a fanfic writer, the best thing you can do for yourself is invest in the stories you want to read. don’t think about what will get popular, because it will make you miserable. write about what means the most to you. if you want to write pure smut, do it. if you want to make intricate worlds and complex characters, do it. write and write and write. contrary to popular belief, good art does not have to make you suffer. all my very best work is the stuff that i enjoyed writing
Bilbo: You have to apologize to Bard and Thranduil, Thorin.
Thorin: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!
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