vulgarweed: (tale_grew_by_nerwende)
Originally posted to AO3 6/28/2017

Title: When Wind is In the Deadly East
Fandoms: Lord of the Rings + Sherlock fusion
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, Mycroft Holmes. As giant eagles.
Rating: T for some violence and incestuous ideation
Word count: 6754
Tags: All-Eagle AU, Holmes Siblings in Middle-earth and they are all Giant Eagles, overtones of incest, Undertones of Incest, The Final Problem Except They're All Giant Eagles, Fandom Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Holmes Family

Summary: “Brother mine, the dark clouds gathering have long stalked you, from the days of our home eyrie, and at last I shall tell you the full tale of our lost sister.”

“It was news to me that we had one. It would have gone less ill for us had I learned of this sooner.”

“You remember nothing, then. I thought as much. I shall tell you the full tale of Eurys our sister, burned through and corrupted by the East Wind where long she soared in circles, with the flames of madness in her eyes and the soot of Mordor in her feathers. The lost nestmate long imprisoned since our first eyrie burned. You were barely more than hatchlings, you and she, when first she tried to slay you. ”

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The third and final Eagle-centric Tolkien story for my Fandom Trumps Hate bidder lydiabennet (Teasel). I so enjoyed our email exchange with your ideas - you inspired me to write a story that never would have existed otherwise.

Massive thanks to my betas Tyellas and iwantthatcoat!

***

I am WAY behind on replying to comments on this one. Like, I haven't done it at all and it's been haunting me. I have to go back into the mindset of writing this weird thing, I think. It's had the fewest readers of anything I've written in years (for reasons I think are pretty obvious) but the people who read it REALLY loved it. I'm a little overwhelmed.
vulgarweed: (tale_grew_by_nerwende)
Originally posted to AO3 on 6/10/2017

Ring'd With the Azure World
Fandom: Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion
Pairings: Gandalf/Radagast, Gwaihir/Meneldor
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 5,167
AO3 tags: Giant Eagle Incest, Istari Angst, Het Bird Sex, Maiar Slash, Eagles Are Not Kindly Birds
Warnings: Incest among consenting giant eagle siblings. Fish death.

Summary:As Olórin and Aiwendil, two of the Maiar who will become the Istari, travel from Valinor to Middle-earth via Giant Eagle Airlines over the Sundering Sea, they experience some in-flight turbulence. Eagles are not servants, and the minor inconvenience of passengers does nothing to deter them from their own necessities and pleasures.

In love with one another and fearful of what lies ahead, the future Gandalf and Radagast don't mind using the detour for an interlude of their own.


Written for lydiabennet/Teasel in the 2017 Fandom Trumps Hate Auction. Thank you so much for your generous donations to Natural Resources Defense Council and The Nature Conservancy.

Part 2 of the Eyrie Tales trilogy, stories centered on the giant eagles of Middle-earth.
vulgarweed: (handbyarwen_elvenfair)
Prey Tell

Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Bilbo/Landroval
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Summary: Book/movie verse mishmash. Out of the frying pan and into the fire: rescued from goblins and orcs and Wargs and flames, Thorin’s company now must cope with the hospitality of the Lord of the Eagles and his folk. Bilbo’s Tookish side is not only up to the challenge, but goes above and beyond.

Thank you Teasel/Lydiabennet so much for your generous donations to Natural Resources Defense Council and The Nature Conservancy

This is the first of Eyrie Tales, a collection of three stories centered on the Giant Eagles of Middle-earth.

All praise to my beta readers, Tyellas and Iwantthatcoat.

Written for [livejournal.com profile] teasel in the Fandom Trumps Hate 2017 Charity Auction.
vulgarweed: (handbyarwen_elvenfair)
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Frodo Baggins/Rosie Cotton/Samwise Gamgee
Rating: T for now, will likely go up in part 2
Warnings/Content: None really. Polyamory negotiations, implied PTSD

Summary: Bookverse: post-quest, post-Scouring of the Shire). When Frodo falls ill while Sam is off planting trees to restore the Shire with the aid of Galadriel’s gift, it falls to Rosie to help tend to him. His wounds go much deeper than flesh - and so does Rosie’s healing offer.


In Due Times and Perfect Measure at AO3

Written for the monthly Polyshipping Day challenge at Tumblr and AO3
vulgarweed: (ringbybleu-unicorn)
I've been lax on posting the updates of this fic here - so sorry!

Chapter 8: The Last Flower of Silver, at AO3


Explicit
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
M/M
Fandoms: Sherlock/The Silmarillion
Rating: NC-17/E
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Sherlock/Gothmog
Content notes/warnings/enticements:
Shapeshifting, Kinslaying, More Shapeshifting Elemental Whip Magic, BDSM, Rope Bondage, Dubious Consent, Even More Dubious Tolkienian Theology, Crack, crackfic, Dom Sherlock, Sub Everybody Else, Dark Fuck Prince Running Loose in Middle-earth, Bang a Balrog (Get It On), Interspecies, Crossover, Canon-Typical Violence, Sensation Play, Temperature Play, Violent Sex, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Painplay, Elemental Magic, Rough Sex, Stone Bondage, Impact Play, Rimming, Dubious Tolkienian Linguistic Discipline, Mild Cock & Ball Torture, Body Worship

Summary: "It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed.” - Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle, Arthur Conan Doyle

Sequel to With Both Hands Thou Shalt Give It. After Melkor murdered Finwë and stole the Silmarils, fleeing to the lands across the sea, Fëanor, the Silmarils’ maker, led an army in hot pursuit to avenge his father and reclaim his treasure, swearing an oath that would doom them all. And the Fëanorians were followed by the eccentric, brilliant, and fearlessly kinky Maia detective called Sérelókë, who can always be trusted to stick his nose (and other parts) into the meat of any fascinating and dangerous crime. In Beleriand, he will find a rich playground for all his passions, and meet a companion who will change his life forever.

Chapter 1:Aftermath Prologue - The Tale of the Journey to the East

In a time and place of safety after the Battle Under the Stars (and the main events of this story) Sérelókë tells the tale of how he came to cross the sea to Beleriand. He will take his sweet time - he has a captive audience.

Chapter 2: Elen Sila Lumenn Omentielvo

A star shines on the hour of their meeting.

Chapter 3: I Am More Sweet Than Other Meat

There's only one way to deal with creatures like the residents of the Valley of Dreadful Death - insult them!

Chapter 4: The Battlefield Under the Stars

Iaun would not choose to be bystander to a great battle - but Fëanor's fall is terrifying. And Iaun's new friend Sérelókë is more terrifying still.

Chapter 5: Where There's a Whip, There's a Way

Sérelókë confronts Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, before the very gates of Angband. And Iaun discovers something about his new companion - and something about himself as well. (Specifically, a raging voyeurism kink.)

Chapter 6: Study in Flesh and Spirit

Wary and slow to trust he may be, but Iaun finds himself quick and reckless in desire - which is not at all the same thing. (An Elf is not quite so dangerous to seduce as a Balrog, but there is patience and artistry required in doing it properly.)

Chapter 7: Come Through Woe to Bliss

Iaun likes a lot of woe with his bliss, and even Sérelókë finds him quite a handful. Handfuls, even.

(this is the chapter that's just 8100 words of Sérelókë/Iaun BDSM - as only they can do it. Or would want to.)

Chapter 8: The Last Flower of Silver

Sérelókë and Iaun deepen their relationship, and see each other in a whole new light. A very literal new light.
vulgarweed: (tale_grew_by_nerwende)
Written for the Porn Battle Amnesty challenge on Dreamwidth.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Aragorn/Watcher in the Water
Rating: NC-17/E
Warnings/Content notes: Rape/non-con, tentacles, nonconsentacles, tentacle porn with no redeeming social value.

Summary: During the all-too-brief years of Balin's reclamation of Khazad-dûm, the Ranger Aragorn of the Dúnedain embarks on a mission to gather information and warn the Dwarves of peril. The Doors of Durin are still shut, and the peril that lurks nearby is one no one had imagined.

Prompt: Aragorn/Watcher in the Water, tentacles, lust, pheromones, wet, indignity, body, shame, undressed, slime, dark, mud

A Ranger, Caught Off His Guard at AO3

I don't think I've ever written straight-up tentacle porn before, believe it or not!
vulgarweed: (rain_by_aurora_starwing)
I've been lax on posting the updates of this fic here - so sorry!

At AO3


Explicit
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
M/M
Fandoms: Sherlock/The Silmarillion
Rating: NC-17/E
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Sherlock/Gothmog
Content notes/warnings/enticements:
Shapeshifting, Kinslaying, More Shapeshifting Elemental Whip Magic, BDSM, Rope Bondage, Dubious Consent, Even More Dubious Tolkienian Theology, Crack, crackfic, Dom Sherlock, Sub Everybody Else, Dark Fuck Prince Running Loose in Middle-earth, Bang a Balrog (Get It On), Interspecies, Crossover, Canon-Typical Violence, Sensation Play, Temperature Play, Violent Sex, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Painplay, Elemental Magic, Rough Sex, Stone Bondage, Impact Play, Rimming, Dubious Tolkienian Linguistic Discipline, Mild Cock & Ball Torture, Body Worship

Summary: "It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed.” - Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle, Arthur Conan Doyle

Sequel to With Both Hands Thou Shalt Give It. After Melkor murdered Finwë and stole the Silmarils, fleeing to the lands across the sea, Fëanor, the Silmarils’ maker, led an army in hot pursuit to avenge his father and reclaim his treasure, swearing an oath that would doom them all. And the Fëanorians were followed by the eccentric, brilliant, and fearlessly kinky Maia detective called Sérelókë, who can always be trusted to stick his nose (and other parts) into the meat of any fascinating and dangerous crime. In Beleriand, he will find a rich playground for all his passions, and meet a companion who will change his life forever.

Chapter 1:Aftermath Prologue - The Tale of the Journey to the East

In a time and place of safety after the Battle Under the Stars (and the main events of this story) Sérelókë tells the tale of how he came to cross the sea to Beleriand. He will take his sweet time - he has a captive audience.

Chapter 2: Elen Sila Lumenn Omentielvo

A star shines on the hour of their meeting.

Chapter 3: I Am More Sweet Than Other Meat

There's only one way to deal with creatures like the residents of the Valley of Dreadful Death - insult them!

Chapter 4: The Battlefield Under the Stars

Iaun would not choose to be bystander to a great battle - but Fëanor's fall is terrifying. And Iaun's new friend Sérelókë is more terrifying still.

Chapter 5: Where There's a Whip, There's a Way

Sérelókë confronts Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, before the very gates of Angband. And Iaun discovers something about his new companion - and something about himself as well. (Specifically, a raging voyeurism kink.)

Chapter 6: Study in Flesh and Spirit

Wary and slow to trust he may be, but Iaun finds himself quick and reckless in desire - which is not at all the same thing. (An Elf is not quite so dangerous to seduce as a Balrog, but there is patience and artistry required in doing it properly.)

Chapter 7: Come Through Woe to Bliss

Iaun likes a lot of woe with his bliss, and even Sérelókë finds him quite a handful. Handfuls, even.

(this is the chapter that's just 8100 words of Sérelókë/Iaun BDSM - as only they can do it. Or would want to.)
vulgarweed: (tale_grew_by_nerwende)
At AO3


Explicit
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
M/M
Fandoms: Sherlock/The Silmarillion
Rating: NC-17/E
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Sherlock/Gothmog
Content notes/warnings/enticements: Shapeshifting, Kinslaying, More Shapeshifting, Elemental Whip Magic, BDSM, Rope Bondage, Dubious Consent, Even More Dubious Tolkienian Theology, Crack, crackfic, Dom Sherlock, Sub Everybody Else, Dark Fuck Prince Running Loose in Middle-earth, Bang a Balrog (Get It On), Interspecies, Crossover

Summary: "It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed.” - Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle, Arthur Conan Doyle

Sequel to With Both Hands Thou Shalt Give It. After Melkor murdered Finwë and stole the Silmarils, fleeing to the lands across the sea, Fëanor, the Silmarils’ maker, led an army in hot pursuit to avenge his father and reclaim his treasure, swearing an oath that would doom them all. And the Fëanorians were followed by the eccentric, brilliant, and fearlessly kinky Maia detective called Sérelókë, who can always be trusted to stick his nose (and other parts) into the meat of any fascinating and dangerous crime. In Beleriand, he will find a rich playground for all his passions, and meet a companion who will change his life forever.

Chapter 1

This will be posted serially; it's about 3/4 finished and thoroughly outlined. Projected word count looks to be in the 30-35k range; first chapter is about 5.
vulgarweed: (ringbybleu-unicorn)
For both Polyshipping Day and Halloween, I bring you

a 1,000-word PWP written entirely in rhyming couplets.

Sauron and Thuringwethil are summoned to their Master's throne to serve His pleasure - and they're not sure they'll survive it. Mind the warnings.

Smoothly now she changed her shape,
Sharp teeth upon her master’s nape,
“My lord, my Thu, what’s your command,
Kiss of my mouth, stroke of my hand,
My leathern wings, my silken thighs,
I’ll give my all to feel thee rise.”

She pricked his neck; he let her feed
It cost him nothing just to bleed,
Angband’s lieutenant, Sauron bright
Said, “Lady, we have a call tonight,
He’ll have us both before His throne,
He’ll have all our pleasures known.”


The Lay of Nasquë (Bondage) at AO3.


Clearly my case of Tolkien damage is highly advanced and irreversible. I found this a lot easier to write than one might think.
vulgarweed: (the game by isaac_of_nine)
Iaun stood still and silent, and gave but one terse nod. “Have you some power of sight?”

“Observation,” the stranger said. “You are Elven, but not Noldor, not Vanyar, and only tenuously Teleri. Clearly Moriquendi, you’ve never been to Valinor. Your green raiment marks you as one who has often dwelt in the forest, but you are not quite so . . . feral . . .as some, so I deduce that you are one of the people of Lenwë, who heeded the summons of Oromë at first but later turned aside down the Anduin. You adjust your body weight as one who has worn armor in the past but now does not, preferring stealth in what you see as your maimed and weakened condition. You have a steel sword, well-made if plain and simple, and it is not of Noldorin make - oh no, it definitely wouldn’t be - so clearly you have had contact with at least someone who has had at some time had contact with the Naugrim, most likely by way of Doriath. You know how to use it, but the callouses on your hands and the way you carry yourself tell me that you are more confident with your bow and arrows - or at least you were before you sustained a wound to your shoulder that did not heal as completely as it should. Therefore, you were wounded in battle with the cruelest of enemies, who prevented you from access to immediate healing, most likely by taking you prisoner for a time. Though you have your own skill in healing - I can tell that by the scent of the herbs in that pouch you keep close to your chest - you were not able to bring it to bear enough to repair the damage fully. It must have been the battle where Lenwë’s son Denethor fell, was it not? You were taken by surprise while trying to help a comrade. You have a strong moral principle, but you are wary and slow to trust. Oh, and you are small of stature among your people, and you hoped to compensate for that in deeds of renown. You are motivated to take risks, and you are drawn to dangerous situations.”


***

Once I get back into the groove of it, Sérelókë is every bit as fun to write as his London counterpart. Maybe even more so.
vulgarweed: (elen-sila_by_pegkerr)
Beleriand, before the rising of the Sun and Moon:

And in the forest, an uneasy place in the best of times, Iaun was brought up short by a sound. Creeping slowly as he had long known how to do - yet hindered by the sinews of shoulder and thigh that no longer flexed as seamlessly as they once had - Iaun crept forward beneath the cover of the great ferns, one hand on his walking stick and the other on the hilt of his sword. Hoping that his silence would hold, and he could keep the advantage of surprise should this person turn out to be hostile.

An Elf he seemed, like Iaun himself, and yet clearly of a different clan; he had the rich robes and dark hair and grey eyes of the Noldor, and a haughtiness in his bearing beyond even the greatest of them. Iaun was resolved then to slink away, and let this strange one never lay eyes upon him if it could be helped, for surely no good would come of it.

And it was to no avail, for Iaun stepped upon a branch that cracked beneath his feet as if Yavanna herself had betrayed him; and a star shone upon his location as if even Elbereth herself wished him seen. The gaze of the lank stranger landed upon him, and Iaun found himself beguiled by the gleam of the sea in his eyes. The Enemy could deceive with fairness for a time, and yet Iaun felt that he was not in danger, not presently - naked and exposed as he felt beneath that stare.

“You have been in Angband, I perceive,” the stranger said.
vulgarweed: (tale_grew_by_nerwende)
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: NC-17/E
Pairing/Characters: Bilbo/Thorin/Beorn
Word Count: 12,001
Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Bear Kink, Size Kink, Size Difference, Body Worship, Body Hair, Shapeshifting, sharp teeth, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Top Bilbo, Bottom Bilbo, Switchy Bilbo, Food Kink, Honey, Butter, Not Quite Over the Bestiality Line But Within Sight of It Because Shapeshifting, Did You Know Bears Have a Penis Bone?, Animal Play, Animal Transformation, Bearginshield, PWP

Summary: “There was a growling sound outside, and a noise as of some great animal scuffling at the door. Bilbo wondered what it was, and whether it could be Beorn in enchanted shape, and if he would come in as a bear and kill them. He dived under the blankets and hid his head, and fell asleep again at last in spite of his fears.” [The Hobbit, Chapter 7 "Queer Lodgings," J.R.R. Tolkien)

That wasn’t entirely fear Bilbo felt when he first saw Beorn change - seems our hobbit has a bear kink (figuratively and literally). Beorn and Thorin manage to co-operate long enough to indulge him.

Written for the “Animal Play” square in Seasons of Kink

Author's Note:
HUGE thanks to Winter_of_our_Discontent and Jinglebell for providing close-reading eyes and enthusiastic cheerleading, and to everyone at #antidiogenes.

Like most of my Hobbit and LOTR fic, this is a hopeless mishmash of book and movie ‘verse. I take elements I like from both and I don’t know how to do it any other way. I don’t think this quite merits a bestiality tag, because Beorn is almost always mostly in his humanlike form here. Mostly. Others may disagree. You might. You were warned.

For Mildredandbobbin - I know I hoped to have this done near our early July birthdays. Turns out it's belated even for the Baggins birthdays. (In my defense, I didn't know it was going to run to nearly 12k).

Honeypot at AO3

Enjoy!
vulgarweed: (porn!)
I know hobbits traditionally give gifts on their birthdays, rather than receive them, but I thought it would be nice to get Bilbo spectacularly laid on his this time. (And besides, he both gives and receives in this fic!)

Have an excerpt from "Honeypot," the 12,000-word Bilbo/Thorin/Beorn PWP I hope to have finished and posted by the end of the week. Under a cut because it's long and it's filthy, and maybe someone out there isn't so into the size kink and the shapeshifting bear kink.

But if you are . . .

a bit of Honeypot )

Happy Birthday, Bagginses! (Sorry Frodo. No, he didn't tell you everything about his adventures. Don't look!)
vulgarweed: (snoopy_by_roseinshadow)
Well, one good thing about having so many WIPs at one time is that one can shuffle back and forth, backburner things one is blocked on, and still feel like one is making SOME kind of progress.

1. I’ve nearly finished my epic m/m/m (Aronnax/Conseil/Nemo) steampunk BDSM 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea story, which I hope to submit to Circlet Press for this anthology, under my pro porn pseud.

2. I’m about 7,000 words into a Johnlock BDSM story in which sub!John wants and needs to play so rough he surpasses even Dom!Sherlock’s limits, which takes some doing and knocks everyone off-guard.

3. Still working at that Hobbit animal-play!story for Seasons of Kink, which will be all about Bilbo indulging his raging bear kink both figuratively and almost literally, with Thorin and Beorn.

4. Another original porn fic by Evadare Volney, in the Mountain Shifters series, this one based on the Appalachian legend of the Wampus Cat.

5. A long Bone-Fiddle-verse casefic, hitched up because PLOTTING CASEFIC IS HARD YO, but we are still plugging, we promise.

6. Fans of With Both Hands Thou Shalt Give It (I know there are a few, and I love you, you sick fucks) might be glad to know I’ve started brainstorming another Sérelókë story. This one, I think … well, part of it’s kind of like “Blue Carbuncle,” except the stolen jewel is in a dead wolf, not a goose.
vulgarweed: (OK by london_fan)
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV) / The Silmarillion and Other Histories of Middle-earth, J.R.R. Tolkien - works
Rating: Explicit
Pairing Type: Het
Word count: 6,757
Pairing: Sherlock/Ungoliant
Other Characters appearing: Yavanna, Manwë, Tulkas, Thorondor
Challenge/Collection: Category 5 Sex Hurricane Fest
Tags: Casefic, Murder Mystery, Interrogation, Bestiality, BDSM, Interspecies, Crossover, Giant Spider Sex, Yes I Went There, Bondage, Whipping, Xenosex, Shapeshifting, Top Sherlock, Sex Between Semi-Consenting Spiders, Oral Sex, You'd Call it Vaginal Sex If She Had a Vagina Which Technically She Doesn't, Spot the Pratchett Quote, Dub-con By Deception, Did I Mention Bestiality, Also Toplock If I Didn’t Mention That, Dom Sherlock, You Can’t Say I Didn’t Warn You

For the Category 5 Sex Hurricane Fest


Summary: Of all the residents of Valinor, the eccentric and disreputable Maia called Sérelókë would be the last person you’d expect a Valië to call upon in time of need. But Sérelókë is known for his observation and insights, and Yavanna Kementári will stop at nothing to learn the truth of who killed her beloved Trees, and why. Once set upon the trail, Sérelókë will also stop at nothing.

Really. I mean nothing.

And while I can’t take credit or blame for the original idea . . . oh wait, yes I can. I claimed my own prompt.

Notes:This story is not meant to reflect or imply any endorsement by the author of any acts depicted herein. Everything Sérelókë does is dirty, bad, wrong, and dangerous, and I just want to make sure you know I know that. If you, the reader, happen to be struggling with an issue related to the presence of a baleful evil from the Void in the form of a monstrous spider that devours light and vomits darkness, do not attempt to sexually dominate it.

I tried to find some survivors’ resources to link to, but I couldn’t. This might be because there aren’t any survivors.

  ***

This story was gang-beta’d and loved every second of it. Huge thanks to Marta, BlushingNewb, Winter_of_our_Discontent and Jinglebell for the careful and discerning eyes (eight eyes!) that helped this terrible fic become the best terrible it can be. Since I am an actual arachnophobe in real life, Winter found spider sex articles and vetted them for me to make sure the pictures weren’t too gross, and Jinglebell, who it turns out used to breed spiders, blessed me with a much better vocabulary for the Explicit parts - and inspired me to make it even dirtier.

With Both Hands Thou Shalt Give It, at AO3

spoilery end notes )

My earlier posts about my, ahem, creative process are all now unfriendslocked. this one sheds some light on my motive.
vulgarweed: (handbyarwen_elvenfair)
Title: Thunder On the Mountain
Fandoms: The Hobbit/Temeraire series
Pairing: Smaug/Temeraire
Also appearing (but not in the sex part): William Laurence
Rating: NC-17/E
Word Count: 7243
Warnings/content: Explicit dragon sex. Fighting as foreplay. Bargaining (maybe very mild dub-con? The characters don't think so.) Temeraire has a thing for fire-breathers. Smaug is just in it to win.

Summary: Temeraire has searched long and hard for his lost captain, in a strange and distant land. One very large obstacle presents itself and demands his attention. And other things.

Fulfillment of his quest comes with a price, and Middle-earth's future is subtly altered.


Thunder On the Mountain at AO3

HUGE thanks to [livejournal.com profile] isiscolo, [livejournal.com profile] tehta, and [livejournal.com profile] winter_hermit, for beta work above and beyond!
vulgarweed: (tree_by_aurora_starwing)
First few hundred words of current WIP:

hey i heard you like dragons so i wrote you some dragon-on-dragon so you can dragon while you dragon )

Yeah, this is totally going where you think it's probably going. Tonight, 3,000 words in, I finally got the breakthrough on how that happens!
vulgarweed: (handbyarwen_elvenfair)
I've been writing fanfic for 12 years, and this was my most prolific year by far!

I wrote 14 different stories - several different fandoms and three pieces of original fiction.

(Dates given are AO3 posting dates, which aren't necessarily the first posting, especially for challenges like Porn Battle)

1. (February 6, 2014, Porn Battle) Goldengrove Unleaving (The Hobbit, Galadriel/Gandalf, E, 875 words. Hurt/comforty vibe to this one. Battle of Five Armies vindicated the hell out of this story. Score!)

2. (February 7, 2014, Porn Battle) Start Me Up (Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/John Watson, E, 1594 words. This is the NECROPHILIA ROLEPLAY fic. I regret nothing. Neither do any of the participants. This was also my first non-AU Sherlock story. Don't look at me that way, this is NOT AU. They SO totally did that.)

3. (February 13, 2014, Porn Battle) Polar Vortex (The Dresden Files, Harry Dresden/Thomas Raith, E, 2791 words. Chicago is frozen, and it's Harry Dresden's fault. Yup, that's some incesty sex-vampire/winter-knight mutual dubcon. Also a little hurt/comforty.)

4. (February 17, 2014, Porn Battle) Darkness Alone is Worshipful (The Silmarillion, Sauron/Ar-Pharazôn, E, 968. This creepy pairing is so canon this story just pretty much wrote itself, right down to the title, which is a quote.)

5. (February 17, 2014, Porn Battle) Genetic Markers (Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/Mary Morstan/John Watson, E, 5146 words. The Porn Battle entry wasn't over 5,000 words - I just couldn't stop adding to it, and the last chapter wound up being a birthday mathom on July 6. Poly co-parenting fic involving conceiving a baby with insufferable-genius genes.)

6. (March 29, 2014) Bear Necessity (Sherlock, Bone-Fiddle-verse AU, E, 5302. My first attempt at BF-verse porn from Sherlock's POV. He's a verbose SOB. And he likes that bearskin rug a lot more than John does. Might be cheating by including here because it had been sitting on my hard drive for at least six months.)

7. (Spring 2014) Tempestuous, original fiction, forthcoming to be included in the New Smut Project's anthology (Published under the name Evadare Volney). (Virginia Dare/Madimia Dee, E, about 5,000 words).

8. (Begun posting Beltane 2014, finished near Mabon, 2014) The Straw Man Fallacy (Sherlock/The Wicker Man crossover, Sherlock/John, E, 40,422 words. When this idea hit me, it seemed so brilliantly obvious that I couldn't believe anyone else hadn't already done it, so I wrote it super fast so no one else would beat me to it. Turns out it's also the only Wicker Man fic on AO3 at all. Really? This is the longest fic I've ever written all by myself.)

9. (July/August 2014) The Adventure of the Cluck and Balls, a collaboration with [livejournal.com profile] winter_hermit. (Sherlock mostly, but we think it'll also give fans of Hannibal, Welcome to Night Vale, Supernatural, and Doctor Who a good chuckle. T, 5748 words. This one had to be written fast too, before the ball pit jokes got too old. Because it's totally about DashCon.)

10. (October 2014), Lustful Cockweed (original, sort of autobiographical, 562 words). Adventures in phallic, eldritch gardening.

11. (October 31, 2014) The Terror of Rushy Hollow (Lord of the Rings, T, gen, OCs, 4106 words. This is a story idea I've had kicking around in my head for 10 years, and I finally got it written down on posted on Halloween night. Not a crossover, but it is a bit of a pastiche and fusion)

12. (December 2014) Dentata, original Lovecraftian/Cthulhu Mythos fiction, gen, 3872 words, submitted to the open call for She Walks in Shadows, a forth-coming all-woman Lovecraft anthology. Should hear back in a couple months, wish me luck!

13. (December 2014) He's Coming To Us Dead (Sherlock, Bone-Fiddle-verse AU, Sherlock/John, E, 13397 words. This was my payment to [livejournal.com profile] winter_hermit for that fantastic cover art for the Straw Man Fallacy fanmix - she requested a Bone-Fiddle-verse ghost story. This one is part Appalachian folklore, part The Hounds of Baskerville and the Gloria Scott, and a hot mess of angst and make-up sex. As always, I regret nothing.)

14. (November-December 2014) The Widening Gyre (Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, Historical/Literary RPF, PG-13, 5,996 words) I've been wanting to write a historical story with W.B. Yeats as a prominent character for years, so I couldn't believe my good luck when [livejournal.com profile] tomato_greens asked for one in the [livejournal.com profile] go_exchange. I had a GREAT time writing this one.


That's over 90,000 words (always going to be fuzzy since one of them is a collaboration and I wrote a few drabbles I'm not counting here)! Not a big deal for some writers, but it is for me because I tend to be pokey.

So, 12 years on, I love fic as much as ever and probably a little bit more.

Current works-in-progress for January:

1) an original story to form the framework of my mom's narrative dance (we collaborate for Mysticon every year). Loose adaptation of The Descent of Inanna with a steampunk vibe and H.G. Wells influence.

2) a Bone-Fiddle-verse 221B

3) a short Hobbit fix-it fic (Bilbo/Thorin) involving the mithril shirt and a surprisingly sympathetic Thranduil
vulgarweed: (glovebyarwen_elvenfair)
Title: The Terror of Rushy Hollow
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
author: [livejournal.com profile] vulgarweed
Rating: PG
Pairing: None really - Hobbit OC-centric
Summary:One dark autumn night in the Shire, a rejected suitor leaves a harvest festival with a heavy heart - and a head swimming with eerie stories. Particularly of a new terror never seen in the Shire before: the ghastly spectre the locals call the Faceless Horseman.

Those familiar with The Red Book of Westmarch will recognise this as a rustic, romanticised, and garbled hobbit-centric account of certain alarming events that occurred in the Shire in the autumn of TA 3018, on the eve of the War of the Ring.

Those familiar with more recent literature will note that this story bears such a strong resemblance to the plot of Washington Irving's story "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow," one realises Mr Irving must have had some passing acquaintance with Middle-earth folklore.

The Terror of Rushy Hollow at AO3


Happy Halloween, Shirelings!
vulgarweed: (ringbybleu-unicorn)
Darkness Alone Is Worshipful

Fandom: The Silmarillion
Pairing: Annatar (Sauron)/Ar-Pharazôn
Rating: Explicit
Prompts: gold, smoke, rise

I struggled with this one, and now it feels like it wants to grow into something longer.


Previously by me on Porn Battle:

Genetic Markers
(Sherlock; Sherlock Holmes/Mary Watson/John Watson, marriage, sharing, baby, arrangement, co-parents, hormones, polyamory, together, forever)

Polar Vortex
(The Dresden Files; Harry Dresden/Thomas Raith, trust, safety, illicit, lick, beautiful, wanted)

Start Me Up
(Sherlock; Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/John Watson, sex fantasies, forbidden)

Goldengrove Unleaving
(The Hobbit; Galadriel/Gandalf, golden, morning, understanding, flaws)

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