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El guardián by WombToTomb
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
16 Feb 2017
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"Con las mejillas coloradas el castaño ofreció a su amante una pequeña sonrisa satisfecha que pronto se tornó traviesa cuando el gesto fue correspondido con otra mucho más grande y un par de manos enormes acunando su nuca antes de guiarlo al igualmente abochornado rostro de Fíli, y entonces una dulce carcajada murió en la boca de ambos, al besarse, cuando sus labios cosquillearon con la misma fuerza con la que en el espacio nacen a cada hora miles de nuevas constelaciones"
[Fíli x Kíli] ONE-SHOT.
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De rodillas raspadas y palabras dulces. by WombToTomb
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
22 Nov 2016
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"...Pero la voz se le consumió en murmullos doloridos tiempo después y Fili, que nunca le hubo negado nada sin importar qué tan estúpida fuera su petición o qué tanto hubiera crecido para estar actuando como un pequeño enano malcriado que no sabía aceptar un no por respuesta, por primera vez en la vida no atendió a sus desesperadas súplicas."
[Fili x Kili] ONE-SHOT
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Those were things friends did. by WombToTomb for idiosyncratic_starcluster
Fandoms: The Hobbit RPF
24 Jul 2016
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"So...," The reporter asked after a long time of just stare at them in wonder, with a certain undertone in her voice that spoke volumes of her nosy true nature "Are you guys dating?"
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Vera Claythorne es misterio, peligro, una novela trágica e inconclusa.
Philip Lombard es, en contraste, una novela de comedia; un completo y ridículo chiste. -
Sour Candy Kisses by WombToTomb
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
09 Dec 2015
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Si hay algo que Fili puede asegurar sin temor a equivocarse (y que sólo puede admitirse a sí mismo, porque ese algo forma parte de ese minúsculo grupo de cosas que el joven enano no podría andar contando a la ligera nunca), es que todo empieza siempre de la misma predecible manera. [Fili x Kili] ONE-SHOT
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Whispering Between the Words by VYCanisMajoris
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
23 Jun 2026
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Ser Duncan the Tall was unlike any other.
A knight, tall and broad, older than the princes, scarred from battles and fights they begged to hear about. Knights as tall as he was were rare and of course a matter of discussion. Omega knights were just as rare, with most omegas being steered away from such a dangerous career. Ser Duncan the Tall, an omega knight, was a rarity in the realms.
Queen Myriah had no qualms over taking him into her service – Dorne had a long history of women and omega warriors. She delighted in the chance to have another omega in the keep, one sworn to keep her safe. She could be seen walking beside Ser Duncan through the gardens, one hand on his forearm, chatting about his travels in Dorne and her childhood there.
Maekar watched him, watched Ser Duncan walk, watched him train, watched him smile, and he wanted.
Bookmarked by WombToTomb
25 Jun 2026
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The Dress That Fits Like Armour by Polymathea
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
17 Apr 2026
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Dunk is a hedge knight with not a penny to his name. He's an omega, but his scent has always been masked beneath layers of road dust and sweat. At the tournament in Ashford, for the first time, he puts on a dress befitting his nature — just as Ser Arlan once commanded him. But what drove the old knight to think that a septa's garment would suit him?
As it turns out, it was enough to draw the attention of the knights who had come to Ashford.
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25 Jun 2026
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“I have a rainbow one! And a blue and green one! And a pink, purple, and blue one! And a blue and pink on! And this one is pink and orange! And - -”
“That’s a lot of flags, Spider-Man,” Eddie chuckles.
“Yep! I got them all. I have so many. Buck only has one. Which one do you have?”
“I don’t have a flag,” Eddie says. "I'm not sure which one belongs to me right now."
Or, Theo collects all the flags at Pride. Eddie tries to find one that fits.
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24 Jun 2026
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Eddie's hand lifts again, helpless, hauled forward by a gravity neither of them ever managed to bury, like he can't stop it, like whatever's been pulling him toward Buck never once got told it's over. Fingers reaching for Buck's face like the door might still hang open by a crack.
Buck steps away before it can reach him. He backs the full width of the kitchen this time and folds his arms over himself, bracing against a blow that's already a part of him.
"Don't," he croaks. "You don't get to almost have me. You don't get to reach across this space like it doesn’t hold the memory of me belonging to you. You traded that away the morning you decided I wasn't worth staying for. And I get it, Eddie. You had to go, for Chris. I know. But for fucks sake. I would have come with you. I would’ve—" There it is. The thing he never let himself admit. I would’ve come with you. You never asked. I’d’ve followed you across the country without a second of hesitation, and you decided I was easier to leave behind than to bring along. “I would’ve said yes to anything. But you didn’t ask.”
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Buck and Eddie hook up before he leaves for El Paso. Four months later, Eddie comes back with a girlfriend.Bookmarked by WombToTomb
24 Jun 2026
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"It was in the couch," Buck complains. He prods at the arm of it, looking aggrieved. "You've gotta teach this guy not to take other people's things."
"Why is that my responsibility?"
Buck twists his neck to look up at Eddie from where he's putting the sock back on, expression incredulous. "It's your couch," he justifies, once all ten toes are back in captivity. "You—brought it into this world."
"Mm-mm," Eddie hums, lips pursed, head shaking. "I want a paternity test. That couch looks nothing like me."
"You sure? You're both kinda, y'know, square. Wide—hey!" Buck yelps, because Eddie has picked up a throw pillow and is using it as a weapon against the side of Buck's head with one hand. (The other is occupied stiff-arming his beer to keep it from spilling on his... second-born, apparently.) "You didn't let me finish! You're—inviting," Buck laughs, winded, "and—and soft, and comfortable—"
Or: Buck can't seem to stop losing things in Eddie's couch.
Bookmarked by WombToTomb
24 Jun 2026