I'm kinda thrilled about this since I've never won anything for my fic before :)



If anyone's tempted to read it, be warned that it is dark and the only true non-con that I've ever written.

Thanks again to the lovely people over at wicked_awards!

Title: Shore Leave
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean/Sam, Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Beta seleneheart
Word Count: 1461
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Notes: AU
Summary: Sam and Dean spend some quality time together after the apocolypse

( Shore Leave )

Title: No Choice in Freedom
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam, mentions of Castiel
Rating: PG
Beta seleneheart
Word Count: 428
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Notes: This is one of a set of unconnected fics which were written in reaction to and as codas of some of the season four episodes. They were written as gut reactions to each episode without prior knowledge of what was to come, and should be read as such.
Summary: Set in the last couple of minutes of "It's Me, God, Dean Winchester", Dean muses on his situation.

( No Choice in Freedom )

Title: Until The Truth Becomes A Lie
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Beta: The lovely seleneheart
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: NON-CON. Secondary character death. Dark fic. Dubious use of elements of canon. Assumptions made about Mary that are all my own.
Summary: After Dean is taken to interrogate Alistair, Sam has finally had enough and goes to get his brother back.
Notes: Written for inkbymidnight as part of the Anti-Christmas Gift Exchange over at sammessiah. The prompts were non-con, bottom!Dean and “Evil!Sam binds Dean to him”. Hope this pushes the right buttons. Enjoy!!


( Until The Truth Becomes A Lie )

Title: Perfect
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairing/character: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 692
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Notes: Originally written for a prompt posted on comment_fic and posted here. The subject was magic and the prompt, posted by iniq, was "RPS, Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, too perfect". I think I'll be returning to this little universe again :)

( People, outsiders, think he’s quiet, reserved, shy. )

Title: 10x10 Microficlet Meme
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Dean/Sam, Jensen/Jared
Rating: Up to PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Author's Notes: Thanks to seleneheart for bringing this to my attention. It was fun to do! The idea, which has been spotted in a handful of fandoms, is to take 10 fandom tropes, write ten microficlets, one for each trope, and make each of them ten words long.

( 10 x 10 )

Seen all over the place ...

When you see this, post another Supernatural quote in your LJ. Let's see how long this can go on for.

"Dude, could you be more gay?"

Title: Belonging
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1308
Betas: cocoajava and seleneheart

Notes: PWP. Originally written for a prompt from Round Seven of the rounds_of_kink and posted in the Amnesty Round here. The prompter was my_sam_dean and the prompt was: Frantic sex: Our lifestyle is dangerous. We have to live for now.

Summary: After Sam does something reckless on a hunt, there's only one thing that can make everything okay again.


( What the hell were you thinking? )

Title: I Want You to Want Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sam is 16 in this fic.
Word Count: 7451
Betas: cocoajava and seleneheart

Notes: PWP. Originally written for a prompt from Round Seven of the rounds_of_kink and posted in the Amnesty Round here. The prompter was britmandelo and the prompt was: "I want you to fuck me." teen!cest, reluctance on Dean's part to consummate the relationship, Sam fingering himself.

Summary: Sam is determined to get what he wants, despite Dean's reluctance.


( It was a tough kill, a close call, one that left Dean with screaming in his ears and enough blood soaking through his shirt to make it stick to his skin. )

Title: Early One Morning
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/character: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1358
Warnings: PWP
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Betas: cocoajava and seleneheart
Notes: Originally written for a prompt from Round Seven of the rounds_of_kink and posted in the Amnesty Round here. The prompter was mystik_ivanow and the prompt was: Sometimes, they have all the time in the world (Top!Dean/Bottom!Sam), Sleep and bedding themes (morning wake-up sex), slow and/or prolonged sex

Summary: Dean's in the mood to make Sammy wait for what he wants.


( The night before ... )

A birthday present for seleneheart!!

Title: Shots
Series: Words Unsaid
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of violence
Word Count: 1561
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: Vaguest hints of Wincest
Series Notes/Summary: Sam's been writing things down ever since he could first write, and Dean occasionally peeks at his journal to find out what's going on in his head. A set of standalone fics based around that idea set mainly before Sam goes to Stanford.
Fic Notes: There are no details out there about Dean and Sam's first kills, so this is one possible scenario for Sam's with mentions of Dean's. Although Dean tells Gordon in Bloodlust that he embraced the life at 16, I agree with several other opinions I read that Dean would have first killed earlier than that.

Summary: Sam is seventeen and after his first kill, Dean introduces him to a hunter's tradition to mark the occasion.

( Shots )

Title: Leave Me To My Sorrow
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17 for violence
Beta: The lovely Ms cocoajava of multinationbeta
Word Count: 1506
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH Very dark theme.
Notes: Wing!fic. A little surreal. Um, my muses always go in all directions when I'm traveling around, so I blame that for this dark fic. I rarely write anything quite this dark! There's a cookie for whoever gets where the title comes from :)

Summary: Both Dean and Sam dream of flying, until their dreams collide with terrible consequences.

( Sometimes when Dean dreams, he dreams he’s flying. )

Title: The Secret to a Good Night's Sleep (2/?)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Beta: The lovely Ms cocoajava of multinationbeta
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: None
Notes: Set at an unspecified time between Wendigo and Home, this follows in directly from chapter one. This is the second in a series of fics that starts at the beginning of season one and will work through all three seasons and beyond. They are set mainly in and around their sleeping hours and explore the bond between the brothers and the strength they draw from each other. Some will be codas to episodes and some will be set in between episodes.

Summary: Dean's plan to help Sam sleep through the night is working, but it turns out there's another problem Sam needs help with.

Previous Chapters: Chapter One


( From that point on, Dean often slipped into Sam’s bed once Sam had fallen asleep. )

Title: The Dreamer's Road 2/2
Authors: delanach and seleneheart
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean has post-traumatic stress disorder after he returns from Hell, and Sam has to decide how far he'll go to find a cure for his brother.
Warnings: spoilers for 3.16
Word count: 8,751
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not for profit
Feedback: Yes!
Author's Notes: Split into two parts for length only.
From seleneheart: I was reading an article on the use of psychedelics and halucenogenics to cure intractable cases of PTSD, and instantly thought of Dean. I sent the bunny to my good friend delanach because I don't write Supernatural, but she does. She was kind enough to let me play with this too.
From delanach: This was a brilliant bunny to play with, and I loved collaborating with seleneheart on the story. It's been said in the past that we share the same brain, and I think this proves it :)

... from part one.

( Dean walked where he was told. )

Title: The Dreamer's Road 1/2
Authors: delanach and seleneheart
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean has post-traumatic stress disorder after he returns from Hell, and Sam has to decide how far he'll go to find a cure for his brother.
Warnings: spoilers for 3.16
Word count: 3,716
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not for profit
Feedback: Yes!
Author's Notes: Split into two parts for length only.
From seleneheart: I was reading an article on the use of psychedelics and halucenogenics to cure intractable cases of PTSD, and instantly thought of Dean. I sent the bunny to my good friend delanach because I don't write Supernatural, but she does. She was kind enough to let me play with this too.
From delanach: This was a brilliant bunny to play with, and I loved collaborating with seleneheart on the story. It's been said in the past that we share the same brain, and I think this proves it :)

(  The sun beat down, hot and relentless, on the cars in Bobby Singer's salvage yard. )

Chapter Title: I'd Give Up Forever to Touch You
Story Title: When Everything's Made To Be Broken
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Beta: The lovely Ms cocoajava
Word Count: 3665
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: Incest, spoilers up to Season 3 episode 11, Mystery Spot

Notes: Set Between Mystery Spot and Jus in Bello. When Dean sees how Sam has been touched by the events in Mystery Spot, he insists that they take a week away from hunting and take a break, only it's not where Sam assumes they are going. This is the second in a set of nine fics which cover that week.

Chapter Summary: Dean has a plan to help Sam come to terms with the events of Mystery Spot, but first, he has to persuade Sam to go along with it.

Previous Parts
1 - When Everything's Made To Be Broken.

( The next morning, Dean woke slowly and wallowed in the skin to skin pleasure of a warm body entwined with his. )

Title: The Secret to a Good Night's Sleep (1/?)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: This chapter - Gen. Overall will rise to NC-17
Beta: The lovely Ms cocoajava
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: This chapter - none. Overall will rise to NC-17 Wincest.
Notes: This takes the Winchesters back to the beginning of season one. It's the first in a series of fics that will work through all three seasons, exploring the bond between the brothers and the strength they draw from each other. Some will be codas to episodes and some will be set in between episodes.

Summary: In the first weeks after Jessica's death, Sam is plagued with nightmares and having trouble sleeping until Dean finds a way to help him.

( It became a routine Dean hated. )

Title: Secret
Author: Delanach
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lex/Clark
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Beta: The lovely cocoajava
Warnings: Very mild D/s,
Notes: A peek inside Lex Luthor's mind. Set in an undefined time after the end of season six. No spoilers.
Summary: Only when his guard is down can Lex reflect on the impact Clark has had on his life, as he tries to keep a sliver of hope alive.

( Lex Luthor has a secret. )

Title: What If I Wanted To Break?
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG13ish
Beta: The lovely cocoajava
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: Hints at incest, kissing, bad language, insane Sam and pissed off Dean. Potential spoliers all the way up to 3.14 I suppose. Speculation on Dean's fate.
Summary: Time is fast running out for Dean, and Sam isn't handling it too well.
Notes: Written for periwinklesgirl as part of the Anti-Christmas Gift Exchange over at sammessiah. She expressed a fondness for tragic soul destroying angst, and after listening to "The Kill" by Thirty Seconds to Mars way too much, this is what resulted. Enjoy!!

( What if I wanted to break? )

Title: When Everything's Made To Be Broken
Author: Delanach
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: Incest, spoilers up to Season 3 episode 11, Mystery Spot

Notes: This first part was my first Supernatural fic :) Set Between Mystery Spot and Jus in Bello. When Dean sees how Sam has been touched by the events in Mystery Spot, he insists that they take a week away from hunting and take a break, only it's not where Sam assumes they are going. This is the second in a set of nine fics which cover that week.

Summary: After Mystery Spot, Sam decides to take what he's wanted for a long time.

( There was an ache in Sam’s heart )

Title: Queer as Horseboys
Author: Uisgich
Pairing: Théodred/Éomer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: CRACKFIC!! (I'm blaming jet lag) And Éomer is young. How young, you decide for yourself :)
Notes: Written for seleneheart's birthday, and brought to mind by something she once said. To appreciate it most, you need to have seen the first episode of Queer as Folk, either the US or UK version. Apologies to Russell T Davies.


The heat of mid summer had mellowed into a warm evening and all of Edoras had joined in the celebrations of the longest day of the year. The folk of the city had feasted and played games and danced and as dusk had eventually crept up on the revellers, some slipped away, eager to take advantage of the warm night.

Théodred spent the night dancing in the arms of one girl or another and flirting with several young riders in between dances, planning on who would share his bed and hadn't really noticed Éomer's absence ( until he arrived late. )

Title: Mentor
Author: Uisgich
Pairing: Brom/Eragon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: None
Notes: A necessary flashback in what's become a small series of fics which began with Guardian and continued with Friend which were originally inspired by a scene towards the end of the movie. Brom is most definitely Movie Brom as portrayed by Jeremy Irons.

( Mentor )

Title: Friend
Author: Uisgich
Pairing: Murtagh/Eragon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: None
Notes: Follow up to the first in what has become a series, Guardian, which was inspired by a scene towards the end of the movie.

( It was dark when Murtagh heard the dragon return. )

Title: Guardian
Author: Uisgich
Pairing: Vaguely Murtagh/Eragon
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: None
Notes: Inspired by a scene towards the end of the movie.

Eragon drifted in and out of fevered dreams, his skin slicked with sweat. In those moments that he surfaced for longer than a second or two, he was aware that his body ached worse than he could ever remember it aching before, and that drove him back to the sanctuary of restless sleep.

And the sanctuary of someone holding him. He was only dimly aware of the comfort that was given; cool hands stroking his trembling body, strong arms wrapping around him and holding him, fingers carding through his hair. At times, as the fever gripped him, he thought it was his uncle that held him as he had when Eragon was a child, or perhaps Brom, but fleeting thoughts of his lost mentor only caused pain of a different kind, and his mind slipped away from those thoughts before they could take form.

The fever broke in the dead of night. Eragon whimpered and his eyes fluttered open as the fur he lay under was tucked around him and a firm kiss was planted on his brow. Dark eyes smiled at him, and he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep for the first time in days.

When he finally woke to a bright, clean day, those same eyes stared back at him and he realised who had held him through the worst of it.

Murtagh.

Title: Shared Loss
Characters: Théodred and Éomer
Rating: G
Warnings: Character death, and therefore angst
Book/Source: Morwen is mentioned in Appendix A
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not for profit
Notes: Two cousins mourn the loss of their grandmother. Morwen's death is not recorded, but in my universe, she died when Théodred was twenty one and Éomer was eight. A drabble written for the tolkien_weekly Endings challenge. Also for prompt 066 Rain for fanfic100. Disclaimer nicked from Seleneheart and Ribby. The Morwen that lives in my head was born after reading Steelsheen by seleneheart and her character is explored a little more here


( Théodred stayed at her graveside long after he thought everyone else had gone ... )

Title: Last Wish
Characters: Théodred
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death, and therefore angst
Book/Source: Unfinished Tales
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not for profit
Notes: My first drabble, written for the tolkien_weekly Endings challenge. Also for the Ends prompt for fanfic100. Disclaimer nicked from Seleneheart and Ribby. Influenced by a recent email conversation and based on Théodred's last words as given in the "Unfinished Tales".

( They assailed him on all sides ... )

I've signed Théo up for the fanfic100 challenge, since he always has a lot to say for himself :)

I'll start posting stuff sometime this week.

( Théodred's Big Damn Table )

Title: Craving
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: Théodred/Éomer
Rating: R
Summary: Théo is missing his lover
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, just borrowing them for a while.
Notes: For seleneheart, whose muse drives mine to distraction :)


( Sleep eludes me. )

Title: Raising Théodred
Fandom: LOTR
Author: Torranach
Characters: A very young Théodred and his grandmother, Morwen of Lossarnach
Rating: G
Summary: Théodred takes his grandmother to see the foals
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, just borrowing them for a while :)
Notes: This was inspired by seleneheart's wonderful drabble, Steelsheen. No date is given for Morwen's death, and it is entirely possible that she lived to see her grandchildren born and that she was an influence on Théodred as he grew.


“Nana!!”

Théodred raced into his grandmother’s study, and threw himself into her arms, wriggling around until he sat in her lap.

“Can we go and see the foals?”

Morwen looked down at her grandson with a serious face.

“Have you finished your studies?”

( Théodred nodded enthusiastically. )

Titles: Sabre, Sweat and Sand
Fandom: The Mummy
Author: Torranach
Pairing: Rick and Ardeth
Rating: Between G and NC-17
Summary: Three ficlets which follow on from each other nicely!
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, just borrowing them for a while :)
Notes: A little humour, a little hotness and a little fluff


( SABRE )

( SWEAT )

( SAND )

Cross-posted to mummy_slash

Title: Steel
Fandom: The Mummy
Pairing: Rick/Ardeth
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them for a while :)
Notes: A little silliness born of an entertaining convo, exactly a double drabble, for seleneheart. Um, I sorta nicked your Ardeth icon to post it :)

The tent was dark, empty. Rick laid down his rifle with a sigh, not bothering to light one of the ornate lamps sitting on the small carved table, rather relying on the sliver of moonlight that had followed him through the tent flap.

He eased his braces off, rolling his shoulders back to ease out the day’s tension, moving his neck round in a circle before pulling off his shirt over his head. As it dropped from his fingers to the floor he felt the heavy steel of a curved scimitar blade pressed to his throat.

His eyes closed as he stood stock still, not even daring to swallow and cursing himself inwardly for letting down his guard. But as his assailant silently moved closer, Rick’s lips curved into a smile as he caught a familiar heady spiced scent.

The blade never moved as a warm well muscled body pressed against his back, and a voice husky, heavily accented purred in his ear.

“You are late.”

As the blade slipped from his skin, Rick turned slowly to look straight into dark eyes that glinted with amusement and he arched an eyebrow as he replied.

“And you should wear a bell.”

Snippets from two WIPs.

Longest fic yet, wherein Boromir needs hope, and Aragorn needs to find his purpose, and they find what they need in each other. Guest starring Faramir and Arwen. Much smut and angst and called (surprise, surprise!)...

( Hope and Purpose )


And a dark fic, based on Tolkien's original vision for Boromir ...

( Deception )

Title: Weapons and Warfare
Pairing: A/B
Summary: When Aragorn met Boromir …
Rating: G, possibly PG-13 for smutty thoughts
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line. A little paraphrasing of text from Chris Smith's brilliant book "LOTR Weapons and Warfare". Well worth buying!
Notes: Also posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first

To balance out the total ansgt fest posted on Friday, Into the West, I give you a reworking of the scene in Elrond's chamber where Aragorn sees Boromir for the first time. Based on a post sent to muck_a_luck as a distraction for her from boring work!!

Weapons and Warfare

"Finally!"

Aragorn thought to himself as he found a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of Elrond's chamber. He opened the package that had arrived this morning, and took out the book that Glorfindel had ordered for him from amazon.me.

Reading "The Middle Earth Guide to Weapons and Warfare" had struck him as a good way of reacquainting himself with the fighting skills and abilities of other races that would be attending the council.

Aragorn mused to himself as he read.

"Elves, well no problem there, having grown up with a bunch of them. On to dwarves then. Hmm, secretive, antisocial, like to use long-handled weapons and favour axes. Well, I know enough Dwarvish swear words to get by ... perhaps I should check out Gondor, going to be King after all ... ooh, Faramir, he's ... pretty. Not bad with a bow either. Minas Tirith ... been there, done that ... urgh, Denethor! Wouldn't like to meet him on a dark night in Osgiliath ..."

Aragorn turned the page, and found something that interested him greatly.

( Ahhhhh )

Title: Into the West
Pairing: A/B
Summary: What if Boromir survived Amon Hen?
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line. Song lyrics belong to Howard Shore
Notes: Also posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee"
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first

What if Boromir survived Amon Hen?

Contains intense smut and intense angst.

Inspired in part by the "What if" drabbles by seleneheart here and cruisedirector here and here
and the track "Into the West from the ROTK soundtrack.

Also posted to rugbytackle, sons_of_gondor and bean_squee.

Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line. Song lyrics belong to Howard Shore

Into the West

Two years to the day since Boromir tried to take the ring from Frodo, he went missing. Again. An agitation akin to his behaviour on the road as they had neared Amon Hen had alerted Aragorn to his distress, and he had made sure that Faramir, Eowyn and Beregond were also close by, but Boromir had managed to evade them all. Aragorn strode through the citadel, hoping the people he passed would not notice the distraction behind his smiles of greeting. He had been through most rooms in the palace, most of Boromir's haunts, but the man himself had remained elusive. He knew Faramir was searching places in the lower levels, but he was certain Boromir was still here.

As he approached the throne room, he saw Beregond hurrying towards him. Faramir's trusted guard spoke without ceremony.

“My lord Boromir was seen entering the tower. The young guard who saw him was reluctant to approach him, as he appeared, ahh … determined in his course of action.”

( Aragorn nodded. )

Title: Sweet Meat
Pairing: A/B
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aragorn helps out in the kitchen.
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Partly (amazingly!) bookverse (Staying in Rivendell for a while before the Fellowship sets out). Also posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first

Third in a series of humour/smut, so if you want to know what's going on, probably best to read part one "Gondorian Muffins" and part two "Asparagus" !

Boromir is back in the kitchen this time and also in the larder!

Thanks again to milochka for the icon :)

And to muck_a_luck for the original culinary inspiration ;)

Sweet Meat

The following morning, Rivendell was filled with a sweet spicy scent, which seemed to originate from the kitchen. Aragorn wasn't at all surprised when he walked through the door to find Boromir hard at work. His sleeves were rolled right up, and there were more smudges of what Aragorn assumed was flour on his arms.

As Aragorn approached, he turned and grinned at him.

“Morning.”

“Morning. Where did you get to last night? I looked for you.”

“Did you?”

“Boromir, we need to talk …”

“Give me a hand with these, and I’ll talk all you want. Later.”

( Aragorn looked around the kitchen ... )

Title: Urgency
Pairing: B/F
Summary: Boromir and Faramir's first night together in a while!
Rating: NC-17
Warning!: Incestuous, but between two grown up, fully consenting guys!!
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Also posted to "Bean Squee" and "Ithilien Night".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Just ask first

My first full on smut fic. Just wanted to find the intensity of the moment.

Also posted to sons_of_gondor, bean_squee and ithilien_night

Urgency

In the dead of night, fire burns bright in the room, illuminating two bodies writhing in flickering light.

( Hands roam, fingers tangle in tousled hair ... )

Title: Melting
Pairing: A/B
Summary: Boromir’s thoughts while waiting for Gandalf to remember the way in Moria
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Also posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first

Just a short schmoopy fic.

Also posted to rugbytackle, sons_of_gondor and bean_squee.

Melting

The snow of Carahadras had reached deep inside me, freezing my heart, and now the darkness of Moria closes around me. I long for open fields, fresh air. I can hardly breath this rank air, and have to force it into my lungs.

I'm not unused to discomfort. Long service in the Gondorian army takes away the need for a soft bed, although the want of it still lingers.

So we are lost in the dark. The wizard sits staring at rocks waiting for inspiration, and we wait. Time passes slowly with little to do and the oppressive nature of our surroundings has subdued even Merry and Pippin.

My own thoughts weigh heavily on my mind. I am travelling with a group of people I hardly know to Mordor, to destroy the one great advantage Gondor could have had over the enemy, and this is not what disturbs me most. I saw Aragorn's hand tighten on his sword as the ring hung on its chain from my fingers. His eyes like steel, leaving me in no doubt that he would use it if I forced him to.

I saw regret at his own forced actions linger on his face as I handed the ring back to Frodo and turned away. I feel that regret too. Just as I was beginning to think of him as a comrade in arms, just as we were beginning to know each other, to talk to each other, to relax in each other's presence, I lose his trust. I let my head hang low, examining the rocks below my feet, so lost in my thoughts that an apple thrust in front of my face startles me.

I reach out and take it from his hand. As I look up to give a nod of thanks, he sits down on the rock beside mine, and smiles. That soft, lopsided smile that he seems unconscious of. I smile back, and bite into the gift he has given me.

Sweet, firm flesh fills my mouth, reminding me of better places, better times. Reminding me that there is a world outside this cold, dank rock. But what raises my spirits most is the warmth I feel radiating from the smile of the Ranger.

Title: Asparagus
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: A/B
Summary: Boromir eats, Aragorn watches.
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Partly (amazingly!) bookverse (Staying in Rivendell for a while before the Fellowship sets out). Posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first

A follow up to "Gondorian Muffins", which sees Boromir out of the kitchen (for now!). Probably best to read that first to set the scene.

Thanks again to milochka for the icon :)

And to muck_a_luck for the original culinary inspiration ;)

Asparagus

“A good axe is worth several swords!”

Aragorn sat eavesdropping on the conversation being held across the feast table.

Boromir was listening to Gimli extolling the virtues of his favourite weapon. Lately it seemed that between patrolling, comparing weapons with Gimli, and producing an endless supply of muffins for the hobbits, he had little time for anything else.

Aragorn missed his company.

There was still a little flour on Boromir's bare forearm from that afternoon's muffin making and Aragorn's fingers itched to reach over and brush it off. A thought that disturbed him greatly. This was a fellow warrior, a comrade, yet the urge to touch his skin wouldn't leave Aragorn's mind, no matter how hard he tried to push it away.

In front of Boromir, there was a plate of asparagus dripping in herby butter. Between sentences he was eating the asparagus with his fingers, picking up each individual spike, tilting his head back to receive it and catching any stray drips of butter on his tongue.

( There was a small bowl of pale, creamy sauce by his plate )

Title: Aragorn's Bed ...
Pairing: A/B
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Companion piece to "Boromir's Bed". Beds that Aragorn has known. Came about after thinking back to a creative writing exercise I did a few years ago with my original characters "Describe the childhood bed, current bed and fantasy bed of your character".
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Partly Bookverse (Staying in Rivendell for a while before the Fellowship sets out, and resting in Lothlorien), partly Movieverse and partly my own view of Aragorn and Boromir. Also posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
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It's a companion piece to Boromir's Bed ... with a little less emphasis on beds - just the way it came out. Enjoy!

Aragorn's Bed ...

When he first arrived in Rivendell, Aragorn shared his Mother's bed. It was a thing of beauty, covered with delicately carved knotwork, the same that adorned most of Rivendell, with a deep mattress covered in soft, downy quilts.

Aragorn's mother would read to him each night as they snuggled into his warm bed. She told him tales of Elves, and Men and Dwarves, and funny little things called hobbits. As he got a little older, after she had fallen asleep, he would sometimes lie awake for hours, his fingers lacing in and out of the knotwork at the foot of the bed. He would look out at the moon, and think of his father who had died when he was two. He had no clear memories of him, and often wondered who he had been, as no-one ever spoke of him.

Although he grew with the grace and manner of the elves, it was a little hard for a human child to fit into the tranquil life of Rivendell. Some of his favourite times were when he could spend afternoons with his mother in the woods around Rivendell, running and laughing and letting out the more boisterous side of his nature, his human side. And he did try to stay clean, but found it almost impossible. Elves never seemed to get dirty, even when they had been out in the woods all day, whereas Aragorn would always be whisked off for a bath on his return from playing before he could trail mud through the palace.

Years later, with his destiny and lineage finally revealed to him, it was time for him to leave Rivendell to rejoin the world of men. The day he left, he stood at the foot of his bed, fingers unconsciously tracing familiar patterns in the wood, and stared out of the window. He would miss his home but knew that his travels would bring him here again and wherever he went, he carried with him all he had learned in the house of Elrond, lessons that would serve him well all his life.


( Aragorn spent a large part of his adult life sleeping on whatever patch of ground was available, soft ot not. )

Title: Gondorian Muffins
Pairing: A/B
Summary: Boromir makes muffins
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Pure silliness! Posted to "Rugbytackle", "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee"
Beta: Not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle. Anyone else, just ask first

Okay, this is extreme silliness, and it is entirely down to muck_a_luck

Born from her recipe for Pumpkin Chocolate Chip muffins, and then putting the idea of Manly Men in the kitchen in my head! And I've already got ideas for several more ficlets including a Christmas special! Now I need a culinary Boromir icon!

For the recipe, click here

Gondorian Muffins

Boromir stood in Elrond's kitchen, stirring the contents of a large bowl with a wooden spoon. His companion was leaning against a cupboard, watching intently with a smile playing around his lips.

“I had no idea the Stewards sons were taught to cook!”

( Boromir shot him a withering look. )

Title: Boromir's Bed ...
Author: Uisgich
Pairing: A/B (eventually!)
Summary: Beds that Boromir has known, or would like to know. Came about after thinking back to a creative writing exercise I did a few years ago with my original characters "Describe the childhood bed, current bed and fantasy bed of your character".
Rating: NC-17 (I think, for one paragraph)
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line
Notes: Partly Bookverse (searching for Rivendell, and staying there for a while before the Fellowship sets out)and partly Movieverse and partly my own view of Boromir. Also posted to "Sons of Gondor"
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Err, no idea, first fic, probably Rugbytackle, if they'll have it.

This is my first real fic. I've messed around with a couple of angsty drabbles before, nothing I would post, but this just seemed to write itself. This was not what I intended to do last night! And I couldn't think of a title!!


Boromir's bed had stood in the same place for as long as he could remember, opposite a window with a view dominated by the White Tower. If he hung out of this window, he could see a little more of the view down over the plains, but given his reckless nature and the distance between the window and the courtyard below, this had been discouraged.

The bed had a heavy, carved wooden headboard, firm mattress and was made up with fresh lavender scented linen every day. Onto this bed he had thrown himself when he was finally left alone after his mother's death. He had sobbed so hard his chest had hurt, adding to the pain of his broken heart. His mother, his golden light, had left him, left them, alone with a father who had shown little affection during their lives.

Later, it was in this bed that he had held Faramir close and rocked him to sleep, when, missing their mother, he would sneak into Boromir's room to seek comfort. Boromir would wait until his brother was asleep, then let his tears fall into golden hair. This was the only time he would let his feelings out, as his Father thought of him as the strong one, his firstborn, who would grow up to take the mantle of Steward from him when the time came. He had no time for the weakness of a child left desolate by death.

It was at the foot of this bed that he had held Faramir as he prepared to leave Minas Tirith to search for Rivendell, haunted by the feeling he would never again look upon the face of his beloved brother.


( The bed that was his while he was in Rivendell also had a carved wooden headboard )

Title: No idea! A cookie for anyone who comes up with a good one!
Pairing: Aragorn/Sharpe smut/angst
Rating: NC-17
Series: 1 of at least 5, but don't hold your breath
Summary: Sort of AU, very much PWP, could never happen, suggested by a thought muck_a_luck had while AIMing the afternoon away some months ago - Richard Sharpe soaking in a hot bath? Aragorn washing his back and kissing the scars all better?
Warning: May hold a slight ick factor for blood, but no knives or cutting involved!
Archive: Brain of CK, and whatever muck_a_luck sees fit to do with it

The blonde sat in a tub of steaming water, head resting on his knees. Sitting behind him, Aragorn ran a soapy cloth down his back, washing away the blood and dirt, rinsing the soap away with clean water. Two new wounds, raw and bloody, stood out from the maze of scars that littered his skin. Aragorn paid particular attention to these new marks, bending forward, lowering his head and running his tongue down each one, hearing the blonde hiss at his touch, feeling him arch at the sensation, and Aragorn held him steady as his tongue explored. He moved on to the older scars, licking each one with reverence, then kissing his way up the scarred skin, he gently pulled the blonde against him as he relaxed back in the tub, feeling shaggy hair against his neck. He nuzzled the blonde strands, willing the smell to be the same as the last time longer blonde hair had touched his face, but it was different, and still he held the stranger.

Aragorn’s mouth latched onto the soft skin of the main’s shoulder, kissing, nibbling the flesh, his eyes darkening at the sound of him moaning as he pushed back against his would-be lover. His hands moved over strong shoulders, down over the taut stomach, one curling around the blonde’s cock, as the other held him close. The man moaned, moving against is captor, with no intention of escape. Aragorn’s hand moved faster, and he wanted nothing more than to feel this body buck and writhe in his arms as he brought it to completion. His free hand brushed over a nipple, and as he felt the man in his arms tense, he bit down on his shoulder, and held him as he rode out his orgasm, hot come splattering against his stomach, and over Aragorn’s hand.

He sighed as he cradled the spent man in his arms, stroking his hair. He wondered again where he had come from, this stranger that wore Boromir’s face, a face he had longed to see again even though he knew how impossible that was. To find him lying in the woods, wounded and need of help ... Aragorn felt as if he had been given a gift, and one he intended to treasure.