Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Thank you for inviting me!
I never thought about which of my stories are my most fav, but I think its probably not needed to think about it very specifically to decide? I guess 🤔
Having way too many stories, today my counter hit 555 on ao3, I decided to post here the five that my mind is able to call instantly, without much preparations.
Shape, Reasons, Origins
(a crossover story between Xiaolin Showdown and Mononoke)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50968891
Green and White
(a crossover story between Steven Universe and Scum Villain, featuring a deep bond between Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49707454
Oasis
(a story for Disney Aladdin, with a kind relationship between Genie and Aladdin)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74027491
Little dragon & riddles
(a story for Hobbit, where Smaug and Bilbo have fun)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74381306
AND
The last one or the first one, really whatever, I am just adding link going from the fandoms where I have not much stories to the ones where I have A LOT (easier with searching for links) 📢
Here it is, a very lovely, yet VERY silly:
Noldortari
(a story dedicated to Silmarillion and LOTR, where I have Ereinion/Elrond, a marriage, some troublesome topics about genders, royalty and kinghood and of course babies in progress!)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/73488421
I am honest: I am putting in this story more of my mind that I am putting into everyday existence 😅
Stages of writing a novel: (1) this is a great idea (2) this is a good idea (3) this is an idea (4) what even is this (5) i have made a terrible mistake (6) okay there's something here (7) this is actually good (8) this is too good, something is wrong (9) wait did i accidentally write something real (10) close laptop. do not think about it for three days. open laptop. start over from stage 4.
“I am not going to… to use you,” he protested. “I could not!”
“Then tie me lovingly and command me gently, if that suits you better,” Fingon said. “But the crown I wear is heavy, and for once I want someone else,” he curled his fingers in Maedhros’ hair, “to decide where I will go and what I will do.”
Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
AU where the peredhel twins are captured as teens, see this on my main for the non-rapey version
The one benefit of being in a dungeon was that Elrond and Elros could hear people coming, footsteps echoing through the stone corridor before anyone could see them, and giving them time to move away from the bars Elros had been pushing against to exercise. Not that anyone had tried to hurt them through the bars yet, but they'd rather not risk it.
Especially not when Maedhros Feanorian himself turned the corner. He had barely spoken the twins, leaving the initial negotiations over what Men needed in captivity to his brother. He sometimes glared at them when they were allowed in the courtyard for fresh air, even though Elros and Elrond had their hands bound and were tied on a lunge line like a horse for that. What danger he thought they would do, Elrond had no idea. Overall, Elrond had spoken more to Maedhros in the days of their travel from Sirion than in the year since.
Maedhros looked at the twins in their cell for a few moments without speaking. Elrond kept silent, not wanting to provoke their captor; Elros was silent as well, likely thinking of the tactical concerns of speaking in such an unknown situation.
"If you'd like to sleep in a more comfortable bed," Maedhros said abruptly, "one of you could share mine tonight."
"What?" Elrond didn't love alternating nights between a bedroll on the floor and a straw mattress, but it was not a high priority. Especially not worth the lord of the castle propositioning him!
"I would prefer company tonight, and you are both very beautiful. It doesn't matter which one to me."
Elros said, "And what, you're too ugly to get anyone to fuck you without imprisoning them?" Elrond really wished his twin had more tact, but at least there were iron bars in the way of Maedhros immediately retaliating.
"I will come by again this evening; the guards will bring some extra soap and water buckets so you can wash thoroughly."
Elrond said, "What if we don't want to?"
"If you don't wash up I won't have you in my bed, and there's no point in letting you out of the cell."
"No, I mean..."
"If you don't want to join me, you will stay where you are. Neither answer have an effect on your treatment past tomorrow morning; you have my word."
With that Maedhros walked away down the hall. It seemed he was deliberately giving Elrond and Elros time to discuss his offer, rather than dragging them out of the cell kicking and screaming. Likely just so they wouldn't hit him somewhere sensitive, but Elrond would be a fool to not use the opportunity.
Elros said, "Well, I suppose we have a reason they've kept us alive, but I wish it was something else. We're not thralls given as tribute to keep a warlord at bay for another harvest."
"I doubt that's the only reason; he could have asked months ago and gotten just as cold a reception, or for that matter not asked and taken what he wanted when we were first captured."
"If he tries to take us, we can make it hurt. And they all know we're warriors."
"Sure, but if they were keeping us as bedwarmers, we'd be in the alleged fancy beds far more."
"I suppose. A longer wash will be nice at least, and he didn't rise to my argument earlier so will probably just act bored when we refuse."
"They have all been good on their word of not harming us unnecessarily, even though I think they don't believe Men really need food so often."
"Not harming us except for a threat to be fucked by a half-orc."
"He's hardly threatening it, he didn't even say we'd get less time to exercise or lose the blankets if we don't go."
"You mean when we don't go, you can't seriously be considering it."
"So what if I am?"
"He's a kinslayer, and and destroyed Sirion!"
"I know that just as well as you do!"
"So why do you want to fuck him, are you that desperate to get away from me?"
"I don't want to fuck him, but I might. I'm considering it."
"Why?!"
"We've been here a year and we've only seen the yard, this cell, and the stairs from one to another."
"You can't seriously be that desperate for a change of scenery."
"No, but knowing something about where he sleeps, or where the guards are or the kitchens might be useful."
"And what, you're willing to use your body to get information that we can't even act on?"
"What else do we have to use here? None of them talk to us enough for us to outwit them, or come close enough to fight. Besides, they say Luthien danced for Morgoth; that was using her beauty."
"She might have danced for Morgoth, but she didn't let him touch her."
"Well, I'm not asking you to go."
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Maedhros brought Elrond up from the cell himself, not sending a servant with the errand.
Maedhros stopped only once on the way to his room, already several floors higher in the castle than Elrond had ever been. Elrond peered out the windows to get a lay of the land, as well as counting turns and doorways to get back. He barely noticed the ornate decorations, with tapestries along the walls and the stone behind that painted.
The door Maedhros stopped at was carved with musical notes in relief, a though the notation was odd enough that Elrond wasn't able to recognize the tune before the door swung open.
"So you're really doing it," Maglor said quietly. "And here I thought you were still in love-"
"Don't lecture me, it's bad for your throat. Here's the key, I'll be back for it in the morning."
"Yes, yes, I remember the plan. Go ahead and prove all the worst rumors about us right."
"Hardly the worst rumors, he'll survive and might even enjoy it."
"That's more than I needed to know," Maglor said and shut the door in Maedhros's face.
Maedhros moved on, and Elrond followed. He had to, with his hands bound in front of him and Maedhros holding the other end of the rope.
Maedhros's room was apparently just a few doors away.
It was less grand than Elrond had expected. A four poster bed with the curtains drawn back, a few chairs in front of a fireplace, along with a small table, a set of shelves, and a dresser with a portrait on top that was turned to face the wall. Maedhros latched the door behind Elrond.
"Now tonight will go more smoothly if your hands are free," Maedhros said, "But I don't want you to do anything foolish. You've seen that Maglor has the key, so you can't sneak it off my body and go rescue your brother to hide in the orc-infested woods. If I die in the night, I gave orders to kill Elros and feed the body to the dogs."
"What - but Elros is the one in the cell, I'm Elrond!"
"I know, and you might be foolish enough to risk your own life, but not your brother's. And if you get any smart ideas about holding me hostage, let me remind you that I have out-fought you before, and that Maglor has left me prisoner to a far crueler fate."
"This seems like a lot to go through just to fuck me."
Maedhros shrugged. "Will you cooperate if I untie you, and not try to escape or attack me?"
Elrond thought for a moment. His plan tonight was just to scout, and he would likely have other chances to escape, especially if Maedhros was pleased. Elrond didn't know how to make Maedhros ask for this again, but Maedhros had said untying his hands would help. "Yes, I'll cooperate for tonight if you untie me. All the way until I'm back in the cell in the morning even."
"Good". Maedhros reached forward and pulled one part of the rope around Elrond's arms, freeing him as the rope fell away. "No, if you could get two glasses from the shelves, we can share the wine."
Elrond did so, straining as he tried and failed to get a glimpse of the picture. Whoever Maedhros didn't want to look at, they were not here now, and Elrond supposed he wouldn't have recognized them anyway.
Elrond put the glasses on the table.
Maedhros had a bottle of wine that may have already been started, judging by the cork sticking out. Or perhaps that was just how he directed all his wine be served, Elrond thought, as Maedhros pulled the cork out with his teeth and spit it onto the floor carelessly.
Maedhros poured for both of them, and took a long drink before Elrond could figure out how to guess if it was poison, neatly solving that.
Maedhros began stripping, seeming not self conscious at all about Elrond's presence. It made sense if they were going to fuck, they would have to get naked first. But still Elrond felt awkward staring, and busied himself instead with sips of his drink and gazing into the fire.
"Take off your outer robe already, I want to see the shape of you."
Elrond looked over, and saw Maedhros was now wearing only an undershirt, long enough to reach partway down his thighs and technically cover his crotch, but somehow far more scandalous than Elrond had seen when people stripped for swimming.
Elrond couldn't imagine being so casual around another person while in such a state.
Elrond obeyed, though. His clothes were more in the Sindarin style of a short tunic over leggings, and he worried that Maedhros would require those removed, but it seemed not yet.
"Have you drunk much wine before, in Sirion?"
"Not much, the grapes don't grow well in the soil there."
"Hmm. Then I won't extol the vintage to you, as you have little to compare the flavor to. Just sit and drink."
Elrond did, wondering but not daring to ask when Maedhros would insist on touching him.
"You're tense as a bowstring."
"This isn't a very relaxing circumstance."
"It will just hurt more if you can't relax."
"What - I'm not trying to get away, you don't have to threaten me, I'm sitting right here in the chair." Elrond had no idea what he had done to make Maedhros think he wasn't cooperating, or what the warrior would do to make him obey.
Maedhros sighed. "I'm not threatening you, it's just how male bodies work. If you can't relax, your body tries to push out intrusion. Finish the glass of wine."
Elrond did so, silently.
"Pour another glass and come over here."
Maedhros had only drunk half of his own glass, but Elrond poured another for him anyway. Maybe Maedhros had placed the poison at the bottom of the cup; or maybe he expected to be too drunk to reach the bottle soon.
Maedhros accepted the glass Elrond gave him, and set it on the side table. Then he tripped Elrond, so the half-elf stumbled and fell against Maedhros's chair. When Elrond moved to get up, Maedhros instead pulled him close.
"Sit with me for the next glass," Maedhros's breath stirred Elrond's hair, so close they were.
Elrond nodded, and Maedhros's grip relaxed enough for Elrond to find a more comfortable position. Or at least one where he was unlikely to spill wine over the both of them; Elrond wouldn't consider sitting in Maedhros's lap comfortable.
Especially not when Maedhros was running his fingers along Elrond's side, tracing his ribs and then slowly working to Elrond's front. Maedhros stopped for a moment to reach for his own wineglass, and Elrond let out a breath before he felt an odd touch against his inner thigh. Elrond nearly jumped up in surprise, and when he looked down he saw that Maedhros was touching the sensitive spot with the end of his right arm, the stump pressing broadly unlike the delicate touch of fingers.
"Drink your wine."
Elrond took a sip, then stopped. He could probably get so drunk he didn't remember what was about to happen. That would be less car, in a way, to not know exactly what it was like for someone so much bigger to overpower him and violate his body.
But Elrond had come here with the intent of gathering information. If he was too hungover in the morning to recall which windows faced the eastern sunrise, that would be a loss. So too would missing anything Maedhros said in the throes of passion, and or the chance to look around the room while Maedhros slept. And he wasn't enthused about losing his composure and what little chance he had to direct how the evening went; if he was sober he could perhaps move his own body in ways that avoided injury - whatever that meant in sex.
If Elrond had wanted to not recall anything of this night, he should have just stayed down in the dungeons.
Elrond put the glass down.
"I said to drink."
"I'd rather not get completely drunk." Elrond paused, and thought of a reason that he could tell his captor. "It would be embarrassing not to even recall my first time."
"Oh, it's practically traditional in some towns," Maedhros said. "And you don't seem to be relaxing without the wine."
"I can relax." Elrond focused on his shoulders, that were nearly up at his ears, and slowly brought them back down. Though if Maedhros didn't want his lover to show fear, perhaps he should have found one somewhere besides the dungeon.
"Then take off your clothes."
"What?"
"You're going to need to before we fuck, and I don't want to wait forever for you to be comfortable naked. Best to start now."
"Okay." Elrond started to stand, but Maedhros's hand was now on chest. "Um, can you let me get up to undress?"
"I could, but I won't. It's nice to have a pretty man squirming in my lap."
Elrond wasn't sure if that even counted as innuendo, but he blushed all the same. He leaned forward enough to take off his tunic without elbowing Maedhros in the face; that would make the night go poorly even if it was deserved. Maedhros began toying with Elrond's nipples, pulling on them lightly in turns.
His leggings required more acrobatics; Elrond arched his hips to pull them down past his ass. As he sat back down in Maedhros's lap, he felt Maedhros's cock fill. Elrond swallowed, and leaned forward to push his leggings down past his knees. He had to twist and turn a bit to get them all the way off, and could feel Maedhros's response under his thighs.
Elrond lent back, and felt the linen of Maedhros's shirt against his bare back, only a single thin layer between their bodies. He shivered, and hoped it could be excused as cold.
Maedhros spent a few move minutes touching Elrond in the chair, fingers trailing over bare skin, placing love bites along Elrond's shoulders. Elrond had little idea what to do in turn, and merely sat and let it happen - if Maedhros had been a partner he actually desired, Elrond could have turned around and touched in turn, but had no wish to prolong this or to feel the exact lines of Maedhros's scars.
When Maedhros reached down and stroked Elrond's cock, Elrond bit his lip to avoid saying anything. Maedhros abandoned the effort after a few seconds though, and Elrond sighed in relief.
Soon though, Maedhros let go of Elrond. "This is fun, but I'd rather be on the bed for the main event."
Elrond took that as the order it was clearly intended. Maedhros followed, casually stripping off his shirt. Elrond briefly looked at the scars, but his attention was caught by Maedhros's cock. It didn't seem like it would fit inside him - but Elrond let out a deep breath. It would hurt more if he was tense. Elrond instead looked at the bed curtains, far less frightening, and wondered if the pattern was significant or merely a pleasant scene. Elrond nearly missed Maedhros picking up a bottle from the nightstand, the vessel made with a large loop so Maedhros could hold it with his right arm. It had a slightly yellow liquid, obviously some sort of oil, which irrationally annoyed Elrond after he had just gotten a chance to bathe properly.
Maedhros climbed onto the bed, and Elrond lay back.
Gil Galad's chief councilors and source of headaches.
Two half-elves: one the Eldritch scion of pretty much every royal line—human and elven—and the other, the Fëanorian hardliner that may or may not be an actual Fëanorian. Both are having a dubious claim to your throne and a total disinterest in it at the same time.
it's the 4th Age, and Feanor is telling his daughter and niblings the legend of the Silmarils.
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“Erm, well…” Feanor felt great pride (his daughter had pronounced Silmarils perfectly, even though it was a new word for her). But he also knew he needed to explain the next part delicately.
“I was in Mandos, spending time with Grandfather Finwe and Grandmother Miriel,” he admitted. (At this, Alwe cuddled up closer). “And...well, everybody had realised that the Silmarils were too beautiful and powerful. Everybody wanted them, and some bad things were done, while trying to retrieve them”.
“What kinds of bad things?” Tarvo asked.
“...lots of fighting, and stealing,” Feanor said in a low voice. “So, the Silmarils had to be taken to safe places, where nobody could steal them away again”.
“And that is why one is in the sky, and looks like a star!” Ladi said, delighted with his own understanding of the story. “Our grown up nephew Earendil is guarding it!”
“That’s right,” said Feanor. “And for the second one, Maglor hid it at the bottom of the ocean, so that Ulmo could look after it”.
“Our Maglor?” Alwe asked, surprised.
“Yes,” Feanor said, giving Alwe a small smile. “Your big brother”.
“And our cousin,” Tarvo said, pleased.
“Who hid the third one?” Nareth asked.
“Your cousin, Maedhros. Yes, your biggest brother,” Feanor told a giggling Alwe. “He hid it deep underground”.
“Oooh, where the moles would be able to guard it,” Ladi said happily.
“Oh yes...of course,” Feanor murmured. Apparently, the fate of one of his precious jewels was for his brooding great-nephew’s favourite animals to enjoy...
This is a week to appreciate all of the incredible characters and relationships within Tolkien’s legendarium that fall under the broad category of “gen.” There is a great wealth of wonderful gen content in the Tolkien fandom, but those creations are not always the most visible because of the shipping-focused nature of fandom at large. This week is an effort to give them the appreciation they deserve.
This year, Tolkien Gen Week will run from July 6-12, 2026!
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Seine Angst ist meine Angst
Seine Wut ist meine Wut
Seine Liebe ist meine Liebe
Sein Blut ist mein Blut
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