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Amid the Confusion, a Third Theme

Summary:

Flash fiction written in response to sets of three canonical freeform tags.

Notes:

Filling my own kinkmeme prompt? Why yes, I certainly will!

Unrelatedly: Dragonbornsandwaffles suggested combing through the pages of canon freeform AO3 tags, and from this we invented a game: pick any three contiguous freeform tags in a search, and write a fic about it.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Prompt set: panties, aromantic, wakes & funerals

"Where are my black panties?" asked Aredhel. "I need them for Eöl's funeral."

"Why? You weren't together-together. You were just fucking."


Prompt set: undercover, object insertion, requited unrequited love

"Cel," whispered Elrond in desperation and in lust, "I'm thrilled, don't get me wrong, and I'll do anything you want, but is this really the moment?" He gestured at her (quite excellent) Orc disguise, and at the vast underground city that they were about to infiltrate.

She removed the Orcish trousers. "Shut up and do it already."

"All right," said Elrond. "But you'll have to be quiet." From the pack Galadriel had sent along, he withdrew the phial, and placed it with reverence between Celebrían's thighs. "Aiya Eärendil, elenion ancalima," he whispered, and, before the light could give away their location, he pushed it all the way inside.


Prompt set: cute ending, male friendship, verbal abuse

"Fuck you, fucking twat," said Maglor, "I hope you get eaten by orcs."

Finrod smiled. He knew Maglor was only saying that because he would miss him so. "I love you, too."


Prompt set: OT7, coming in pants, ambiguous relationships

... To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth!

So spake Maedhros and Maglor, and Celegorm and Curufin, Caranthir, Amrod and Amras, in recommitment to their terrible Oath and to one another, as none who had not sworn could possibly understand their bond of doom that transcended mere brotherhood.

"So it's decided, then," said Maedhros in resignation. "We invade Doriath upon the morrow. Get ye ready. Oh, and Curufin?"

"Yes?"

"For Manwë's sake, change your pants."

"Every time we say it," muttered Celegorm in disgust. "Get ahold of yourself, man."


Prompt set: cookies, Italian mafia, wonderful

"Take the Silmarils," said Eönwë. "Leave the biscotti."

Maglor sighed in disappointment. He was so hungry. And they looked so wonderful. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen so much as a crumb.

"Bada bing, bada boom," said Maedhros, and leapt he into the fiery chasm.

Notes:

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