#for tara

[i-did-not-mean-to]

500 words for Tara

My dearest @eunoiaastralwings has been so good as to give me a small prompt to get back into writing ❤️

So, for her anon & for her, here are 500 words about Fëanor and an overworked reader!

After a long day in the forge, Fëanor strode into your shared bedchamber energetically only to be stupefied to find the bed empty and the room plunged into darkness. 

He knew of course that you had been considerably swamped lately, but he had nonetheless expected that you’d be fast asleep at this time of night, especially because he himself had worked far beyond the point where it was advisable to handle hot metal and heavy equipment.

“My love,” he sighed dejectedly under his breath, shrugged back into his already discarded robe, and resigned himself to venturing forth again despite his earnest desire to curl up on the soft piece of furniture and sink into oblivion.

Every step he took jostled his tired bones and, as he finally reached the heavy door barring outsiders from your sanctuary, he leaned his forehead against the cool wood in overwhelming exhaustion. 

Without knocking, he entered the room; you sat slumped over on a chair, your chin cradled in your palm, and your complexion waxen with fatigue.

“Fëanor?” you cried out, alarmed, as you sat up straighter and blinked owlishly into the bright light falling through the open door in his wake. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s time to go to bed,” he declared decisively, “you’ve worked too much already. Rest is the sister of productivity and just as important.”

Lifting both your hands, stained by your relentless labours, pleadingly, you breathed: “Let me just finish this really quickly.”

Fëanor smiled but shook his head slowly; he remembered all the times it had been you who had dragged him out of the forge or from behind his desk when he had neglected his own health.

“No,” he insisted gently, “it’s enough! Come now.”

Your brow darkened and you simply turned your attention back to your work – as you had seen him do a thousand times – but it was hard to eclipse his presence, radiating like a beacon and filling every corner of the room with his warmth, try as you might.

After a few moments, he started speaking once more; in fact, he narrated – in great detail – every step of his own endeavours of the day in the forge.

Soon, his melodic voice drew your eyes back to him and he grinned wickedly.

When your eyes drifted shut, he bit back the triumphant cackle bubbling up in his throat; his sons knew this dark power of his only too well for he had used the bundled might of his most boring descriptions on them many a time before.

“I am fascinating,” he mumbled when he lifted you into his arms and pressed a tender kiss onto your brow, “when I choose to be.”

As he put you down on the soft mattress and, throwing his own garments onto the floor in his eagerness to join you, slipped under the covers beside you, he kissed you once more very gently so as not to wake you.

“Sleep well, beloved,” he whispered, “and may we both have another gloriously productive day come tomorrow.”

As it's not my request, I thought I'd rather not be too forward.

If you see this, dear anon, and you want my take on Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, or Caranthir, let me know.

I can also offer erm...Fingon? Finrod? Any of the dwarves? lol

Let me know.

Lots of love from me <3

[maraudererasmut]

We're Having a Baby (Part I)

For @captofthesswolfstar <3

"Remus!! Remus, we're having a baby!!"

"Oh?" Remus raised an eyebrow, his eyes remaining focused on his book. "I didn't realize you were pregnant."

"No, you idiot!! Prongs!!"

"You know," Remus shrugged casually, "You really shouldn't refer to your boyfriend as "You Idiot". He may get the wrong impression."

"Remus!" Sirius' tone was sharper than before and Remus glanced up, sensing the urgency in his partner's voice. Sirius' face was flushed, his breathing rapid, the old muggle phone still clutched tightly in his hand.

"Oh shit..."

"Yeah..."

"Sirius... We're having a baby!"

"We're having a baby, Moons! We're having a baby!"

Remus leaped up from his seat, his book falling lifelessly to the floor. They had planned for this a dozen times, they knew this was coming, yet somehow it still took them by surprise. The werewolf looked around, whipping his head from side to side, scanning the flat for... There it was. The bag.

Prongs couldn't be trusted with it, all four Marauders knew that, so the responsibility fell on Remus. It was his job to take Lily's bag to the hospital when the time came.

"Grab that, Sirius," Remus said sharply, pointing to the large diaperbag filled to the brim with every conceivable necessity for a woman who was about to give birth. "I'll get the fire ready."

Sirius scooped up the bag and headed to where his boyfriend was standing and conjuring up a roaring flame.

"You ready, Pads?"

"No," Sirius scoffed, attempting to hide his nerves with a grin. "Not really. Everything's gonna change... Prongs is gonna be a dad, Reme... Everything's gonna be different..."

Remus smiled softly at his boyfriend and reached over to grab his hand, weaving their fingers together.

"I meant: "Are you ready to go to St. Mungo's"." Remus leaned into Sirius, pressing their shoulders together. "You're right, Sirius. Things are gonna be different. You're gonna be a godfather. We're gonna have someone new in our lives who will look up to us. There's gonna be a tiny new Marauder. Things won't ever be the same again, but that's not a bad thing. It's just a new chapter."

Padfoot closed his eyes and squeezed his Moony's hand tighter.

"Hey Moons..."

"Yeah?"

"We're having a baby..."

"We are. Are you ready?"

"I think I might be."

Both men took a step forward simultaneously, shouting "St. Mungo's!" into the fireplace. Green flames erupted and enveloped them, then suddenly, the little London flat was empty.

[moondrunkmonster56]

For @lightfiretomypaperwings for her fic Icarus held the sun away to keep from being burned

[betweenhumanandyoukai]

@theatreofmisfits

“How does dinner three proper meals for the day sound for the web you produce?” The half-youkai proposed to the spider. I mean, they were here, so why not make use of them? 

Now why would he need such a thing? Well, an idea struck him and he’s going to need it. Lots of it.

[abirddogmoment]

A Salmon Javelin for @fishsticksfromthenorth-ish!

(Silhouette based off this drawing by Wolvinity)

[clowndotorg]

WOMEN AND LADIES!!! A friend of mine needs responses on a quick survey for her Statistics class on education’s effect on women entering STEM fields! There’s about 8 questions; all of them are non-personal and it’s 100% anonymous! Please take a minute to do it if you can? Trans women please feel encouraged to take this as well!

This is the link (I’m on mobile so sorry it’s a little crude): https://goo.gl/forms/F67MnWuvWoBbnWZo1

[fcrtify-blog]

@notsogeniusgirls

      “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your little pity party here.” Carmilla said, her tone low as she moves casually across the way.