the writing blog of redshiloh (slowly resurrecting my writing and this blog) durincest - britchell - formerly aidean. there's obviously a theme going on. Main tumblr @patrickvvolf
I've kept this to fics only available on tumblr, you can check out my other stories on AO3 (You will need an account to read some of them)
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The Hobbit Fiki
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Untitled | Gen | Modern day Coffee shop!AU
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Trick or Treat Event. Prompt: (Treat) One of them is a really, really good barista with an almost supernatural ability to tell just what the other one needs.
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Untitled 1/3 | T (Warning for blood) | Canon divergent
FĂli will do most anything for his brother.
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Trick or Treat Event. Prompt:(Trick) A slow-working poison.
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Tindersticks | T (references to unethical huuman experimentation) | Steampunk!AU
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Trick or Treat Event. Prompt:(Trick) One of them rescues the other from an asylum,
where they'd been trapped and mis-treated for years
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Untitled | Gen | Alternate Canon
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Drabble Challenge 10
Prompt: Soulmate mark forces enemies to change sides
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Untitled | Gen | Pre-canon
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Fiki Week.
Prompt: Can you Understand the Violence It Took to Become this Gentle?
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Untitled | Gen | Modern day AU Same verse as âletâs run away (donât ever look back)â
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Drabble Challenge 9
Prompt: A day at the beach.
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Untitled | Gen | Modern Day AU Same verse as Brine
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Drabble Challenge 9
Prompt: Nectarines.
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Under the Crimson Bough | Gen | Fantasy AU
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2024 12 Days of Christmas Event.
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Britchell
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Untitled | T | Implied major character death
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Trick or Treat Event. Prompt:(Trick) A pissed off god, trapped in a mortal form
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Up Against the Wall | M (pure smut)
Fill for the Britchell blog's 2025 Smut Roulette
Prompt: Bathroom at Mikeâs bar.
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Untitled | T (References to past abuse) | Strangers in the same apartment block AU
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Drabble Challenge 9
Prompt: Full moon
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Untitled | Gen
Fill for Gathering Fiki's 2025 Drabble Challenge 9
Prompt: Itâs 3 a.m. but fuck it, weâre being domestic
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli, Dark!Thorin, eventual smut, past abusive relationship, past dubious consent, past incest.
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli, Dark!Thorin, eventual smut, past abusive relationship, past dubious consent, past incest.
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli, Dark!Thorin, eventual smut, past abusive relationship, past dubious consent, past incest.
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli, Dark!Thorin, Smut
Chapter warnings: suicide discussion. This is the chapter responsible for a big chunk of the tags.
KĂli had wondered what it would be like to kiss those lipsâ to feel their softness. To taste them. He presses harder against FĂli, eliciting another small moan, almost a whimper.
"Why would you do that?" he murmurs against FĂli's lips. "Why the fuck would you do that?"
FĂli's mouth opens and KĂli takes the opportunity to push into it, sliding his tongue past FĂli's teeth. There is little that is gentle in this kiss. It is filled with everything that KĂli has been carrying since Thorin; the confusion, the frustration, the fear and the desperation, he pours all of it into the kiss, bleeding it out through FĂli as if he can lance himself clean of it.
FĂli lifts a hand and KĂli feels it hovering near his shoulder, as if he wants to touch but is afraid to. So KĂli does it for him. He drags his fingers through FĂli's hair and down to the back of his neck, where warm skin waits beneath the collar of his shirt.
FĂli has always been so physically distant to him. KĂli would steal small touches here and there, but it had always been like FĂli was locked behind a thin sheet of glass. But now he is real, he's so very real and so god damn human and KĂli wants to touch every part of him.
--- Brine by @filigreeing
Well, anyone who's on Discord knows my feelings about Brine. This was the first scene that broke my heart when we were headcanoning this. But not the last one.
I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the only drawing for this fic that I ended up doing either...
Please read Brine. It's spectacularly good writing and what a story - we haven't had one like this in years, folks.
Yeeeeey I am so pleased that this finally exists in the wild!!!! It still fucks me up (in a good way) that such stunning art waa created for something I wrote, so so humbling đđ
Iâm so grateful to Linane. This story wouldnât exist without her, like at all considering the first ficlet came from a gatheringfiki event. But also the expanded verse never would have existed without our hours and hours of glorious headcanoning. Not just that but this beast of a fic would have for sure killed me by now without Linaneâs ebdless support, cheerleading and occasional tough love. Shit the conversation at the rock pool in April part 1 would have gone a whole different direction without her input.
Adding more because I need to talk about how obsessed I am with this Fili. The details youâve captured are so incredible, I donât know how you managed it. The expression in his eyes is so subtle but completely breaks my heart. He just looks so sad and dead inside. It perfectly captures the mood of that scene. And his hair!!! I know it nearly killed you but my god it was worth it. It feels like you can just reach out and touch it. And his beard, how do you manage to make facial hair look blond in a pencil sketch??? How did you manage that?? Also! The henleyyyyyy and the scar đ„ș God I love everything about this, I donât think you appreciate how many hours Iâve soent just staring at every detail zoomed in.
Not to get all emotional, but Linane youâre so incredibly talented, both as an artist and a writer and Iâm so happy to have met you and become friends. â€ïž
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli, Dark!Thorin, Smut
Chapter warnings for descriptions of a dead animal and a dead body and references to self harm.
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli, Dark!Thorin, Smut
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli, Dark!Thorin, Smut
I still canât believe this. Fuck⊠look at him?? The art is so beautiful. Look at the light! And the hair! And the atmosphere! đ It fits Brine!Fili so perfectly and I am not worthy, youâre so talented Hya thank you
Tags (some of these are for future chapters): Slow burn, Trauma, PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Suicide Attempt, Depression, FĂli & KĂli Are Not Related, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut, There will be a death - it will not be FĂli or KĂli.
summary:
For a long time FĂli's world is small and simple. Something which he has created entirely by design. He keeps it to the hum of the tide and the salty bite of the wind. He keeps it to a life of quiet solitude broken only by the companionship of his dog, his best friend, Bryn.
Once, this had been enough.
Or: The one where a couple of strays accidentally domesticate each other.
Bit late posting to here but better late than never. Chapter 2 coming at the end of this month!
All credit for the beautiful title banner goes to @linane-art <3
Hi, I just binge read your Caractacus series on ao3 and I really love your writing and the story line (I want to see how Ty and Anders talk, if they talk about it, and what happens next with Anders still being twelve), and I'm just wondering when the next part might be out please? Thank you!!!!! <3 <3 <3
Hi! I'm sorry I just saw this, I don't know how I missed it. Thank you so much, I'm really glad you've enjoyed it so far! More will definitely be coming soon I promise <3
Up until now the story has been exclusively from Mike's POV, but real soon the POVs are going to get switched up a bit for certain reasons, so we'll be getting a bit of Ty's perspective on the whole thing.
For @12daysofchristmas and the prompt Hot Chocolate.
Also available on AO3
Forcing the door shut against the cold wind that had been harassing them all day, Hercules let out a grateful sigh. He held up a hand to protect himself â laughing â as Iolaus shook himself like a dog, drops of melting snow flying in all directions. The tavern they'd entered was packed full with reveling customers, a bit surprising considering the harsh weather. He wouldn't call it a snow storm exactly â not such bad weather that people wouldn't dare venture outside â but unpleasant enough that he'd expect people to want to stay at home if possible.
The sudden drop in temperature that morning had caught them by surprise, and the rain-turned-sleet combined with the biting wind hadn't made the last part of their trek a very pleasant experience; this was the first bit of warmth they'd felt all day. Now things were definitely looking up; a warming fire, a friendly atmosphere, and the possibility of (decently) soft beds were exactly what they needed right now.
Hercules' brewing bliss evaporated when he spotted a familiar face behind the bar counter. "Oh no," he groaned.
"What?" Iolaus rose to tiptoes and craned his head back and forth in an attempt to look past the crowd. When he wasn't successful he looked to his partner expectantly, hand on his sword hilt.
"Let's find a different tavern," Hercules tried, knowing it was futile.
Iolaus scowled. "No way! I don't care if it's Ares and Discord having a go at each other. I'm not going back out into that frozen ice-land." Having determined that there wasn't any actual danger and his partner was just trying to avoid some inconsequential inconvenience he started to weave his way through the crowded room. The area around the beckoning fireplace was completely packed, so he set his sight on the next best thing: the bar.
Hercules sighed and followed suit, bracing himself.
"Iolaus! Hercules!" Falafal greeted them with a cheerful wave and a big, genuine â if rather unsanitary â smile. "My friends! Come, come." He unceremoniously ushered away a few other patrons that had stood at the end of the bar, making room for the demigod and his partner. "You've come to try my new drink, yes? It's all the rage." He indicated the full tavern proudly.
Hercules gave the lively crowd a doubtful look. The rage might come later when the drink has passed their digestive system, he thought to himself dryly, trying his best to keep a polite smile on his face. Falafel was a nice enough person, but Hercules had yet to have an encounter with him that his taste buds and stomach had appreciated. Before he had time to decline however, Falafel had already placed two steaming mugs in front of them.
"Careful. They're hot," Falafel said unnecessarily while still smiling at them encouragingly.
Iolaus' eyes lit up. "Waaarmth," he said dreamily, and reached for the mug. Hercules arm shot out to stop him and Iolaus gave him an annoyed 'what gives?'-look.
Hercules ignored him, focusing his attention on Falafel. "This drink isn't the same one you made us try in Patas, is it?"
"You didn't like my coffee-bean-brew?" Falafel asked in shock. Hercules was impressed the infamous cook could continue to amaze at such insinuations but kept his expression carefully neutral. "You had five refills!" Falafel protested.
"Iolaus had five refills," he corrected, failing at making it sound like a compliment.
"I thought it was great," Iolaus said happily, trying to sneak his hand around Hercules' blocking arm. "A bit bitter, but with a really nice kick to it." Hercules pushed his hand away and he had to contend with taking a whiff of the steaming contents. "This one smells different though." He gave Hercules' shin a light kick.
Falafel gave his more appreciative customer a happy smile. "It is different. A whole other bean."
"That's only because you didn't have to put up withâ withâ yourself," Hercules said, returning to his part of the conversation. "You were bouncing around the camp all night! Refusing to go to sleep."
"You're exaggerating." Iolaus had finally succeeded in grabbing hold of the mug. He let out a contented sigh as the warmth of the clay vessel seeped into his chilled hands.
Falafel dug around inside his apron and produced a small brown seed. "The cocoa bean!"
"You composed a musical number."
Iolaus rolled his eyes. "So I will not have six cups this time."
"No worry," Falafel cut in. "This all new cocoa-brew doesn't overflow you with that zip-zap energy. Just a sense of perfect bliss," he closed his eyes and spread his arms wide, "like you' floating on warm, fluffy clouds. Go on, taste it." He pushed Hercules' mug closer. Then his face lit up in an epiphany. "What wonderful idea! Soft bits of cloud that float at the top of the brew. Eureka!" And with that he disappeared into the kitchen.
Argument temporarily forgotten, Hercules and Iolaus exchanged a highly skeptical look. Then Hercules raised an eyebrow and turned his into a 'And that's the man whose cocktail you want to drink'-look.
Iolaus wrinkled his nose. "I don't care. It's warm. I'm cold. I'm trying it."
Bringing the mug to his lips, he took a careful sip. It was sweet and milky. And warm. He gave a pleased chuckle as the warm liquid tickled his insides on its way through his chill body. Greedily he took another sip and let out a long sigh as the warmth started to fill him from inside-out. "Oh, that is wonderful."
Hercules watched the color return to Iolaus' wind-bitten cheeks, his shoulders relax, and a blissful, drowsy smile spread across his face. A touch of guilt stabbed at his heart. Iolaus was so good at keeping up with Hercules' stride and tempo that it was easy to forget that he didn't have the same divine reserves to lean on. They had traveled all day in the unexpected weather â eager to reach shelter from the biting cold â and clearly it had taken a heavier toll on his partner than Hercules had realized.
Iolaus opened one eye to peer suspiciously at him; obviously having picked up on Hercules' introspection. Knowing full well he'd been caught thinking inappropriate thoughts â Iolaus hated being 'coddled' â Hercules hesitantly reached for his mug as a manner of apology. "So, you want me to believe that Falafel finally managed to make something agreeable?" Iolaus was watching him expectantly with a twinkle in his eye, so before he could change his mind he took one big gulp of the brown swill. And didn't feel the need to spit it out. Huh. "It's good," he admitted, surprised.
Iolaus grinned at him; peace offering accepted. His own mug was already running low and he waved at a man behind the bar counter, asking for one more. In another minute the barkeep came over with a steaming mug. "There you go," he offered with a big smile. "Right off the stove! You might wanna let it cool off for a bit."
"Excuse me," Hercules said, grabbing the man's attention before he could hurry away again, "do you have any available beds for the night?"
"Ah, yes. Most of these are locals," the innkeeper indicated the crowded serving area, "So yes, we do have an empty room still. Only one bed though." He glanced 'discreetly' between the demigod and the man that kept trying to sip from his near boiling cocoa-brew.
Keeping a polite smile on his face, Hercules refrained from rolling his eyes. (Iolaus did not.) "That's fine," he assured the innkeeper. "We'll take it." They'd slept on cliff ledges smaller than Hercules was wide; a bed was a welcome luxury regardless of size.
"Ow!"
Hercules turned to see his partner nursing a scaled tongue. "You've got the patience of a three-year-old," he commented with humor.
"It's not my fault Falafel's secret ingredient is molten lava," Iolaus replied indignant â and with a slight lisp.
Having given them directions to their room, the innkeeper moved away to serve other eager guests and Hercules and Iolaus settled in to nurse their drinks in companionable silence, savoring their well-deserved repose. But it wasn't long before Hercules noted that Iolaus started to look more half-asleep than just comfortably relaxed. He nudged him lightly with his shoulder. "Maybe we should call it a night before I have to carry you to our room."
"You wouldn't dare," Iolaus warned sleepily, but a giant yawn undercut him. He sighed in defeat. "Fine," he relented without further prompting, proving just how exhausted he was. "Just hold on one sec'." He turned to the barkeep and held up his once again empty mug, "One more to go!"
Hercules raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Three is not six," Iolaus informed him haughtily.
Oh well, Hercules thought. Since they were sharing a bed he should be grateful that Iolaus was warming himself up with the steaming brew â or he would be using Hercules to warm his ice-cold feet on instead.
As soon as Iolaus had gotten his drink-to-go he began to make his way through the still quite lively serving area, heading towards the rooms on the upper floor. Hercules followed close behind, watching his friend blow impatiently on the scalding mug in his hands. Hercules began a countdown in his head.
3 - 2 - 1.
"Ow." Iolaus flinched back from his mug.
Hercules smiled warmly. Definitely the patience of a three-year old.
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Britchell, G
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They both call it a marriage of convenience. A green card wedding and nothing more. They pull up outside the Auckland registry office in a blue classic Jag that is definitely not Andersâ.
âItâs Collinâs,â Anders says when he catches Mitchellâs look. âSomething borrowed something blue, two birds with one stone right?â
âDoes he know youâre borrowing it?â Mitchell asks.
Anders just shrugs and flashes his shit-eating grin.
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It has been too long since they last made this trip. As they wind their way through the familiar narrow roads, KĂli realises that heâs not entirely sure when the last time was that they came here. Too long, certainly.
He watches as bare trees, frosty fields, and white capped hills streak past the window. Festively appropriate music croons quietly from the radio and beyond that, there is nothing, just the sweet silence of the countryside, a world away from the bustle of the city. KĂli rests his head briefly against the cool glass and watches his breath fog it faintly, lulled by the motion of the car. He hadnât realised just how much he needed this. Just to be. For once there is nothing he is expected to do and nowhere he is expected to go except right where he is.
