Safe Home 2020
A small collection of multi-fandom one-shots, written for comfort during an uncertain time.
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“What’s there to talk about?” Quentin asked blandly, picking up a handful of butter packets and creamers to build a small tower.
Eliot coughed awkwardly, and a basket of peaches and plums appeared on the table between them.
“Dear god, end me now,” Eliot said loudly, after a moment of stunned silence. He picked up a fork and tried to stab himself in the neck with it. Tried, because it turned into a tangle of gummy worms in his hands before it could pierce his carotid, or bruise his windpipe, or whatever it was he was trying to do.
“Uh.” Quentin said, unsure whether to stare at the gummy worms or the peaches and plums, or Eliot’s furious, embarrassed face.
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A Midwinter Promise by reginalds
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
24 Apr 2020
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With a smile on his face, Bilbo guided their ponies towards Hobbiton, babbling about the history of the area before falling into a contemplative silence as they rode.
So little of the landscape had changed, but Bilbo knew that he himself had changed so much as to be unrecognizable to the Hobbits they rode past, those who were out lazily tilling the fields, or napping amongst the new clover.
He was riding a pony, for Durin’s sake! He was riding a pony shoulder-to-shoulder with Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thror, son of Thrain, King Under the Mountain, and Bilbo’s husband.
Bilbo had left the Shire a hapless burglar chasing after thirteen dwarves who were riding to their deaths in dragon-flame and gold-sickness, and he was returning with their King. He was older and wiser, and a burglar who had stolen the heart of the King’s mountain and then the heart of the King himself.
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Oh god its wonderful by reginalds
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
23 Apr 2020
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“It’s nice, isn’t it Buck?” Steve says at one point, one cheek distended with a huge bite of food. “A little apartment all our own in Brooklyn. Nice neighbors, good food.”
“Air conditioning. Coffee,” Bucky adds, and Steve smiles at him.
“August in New York,” he says, “I got the city and I got air conditioning and I got you. Ain’t nothin’ else I’ll ever need.” He lets his legs fall outward, pressing against Bucky’s shins. “You ever think about how lucky we got?”
“Every god damn day,” Bucky says, “chew your food, Rogers, before you choke.”