va'esse deireádh aep eigean, va'esse eigh faidh'ar

Matched to Nina in chocolateboxcomm, and obviously never had a hope of keeping secret that I was writing for them, but I think I managed to keep the details hidden well enough.

the un-guiding light. the silmarillion & other histories of middle-earth, arien/ungoliant. gen, 766 words. for meritmut

Ungoliant waits for Arien's fall.

Sad universe-wrapped-in-spider-skin is Sad after the Darkening of Valinor, but it's not her fault, not really.

And then I wrote Nina another treat, because obviously:

inside the fires burning bright. star wars sequel trilogy, amilyn/paige. mature, 619 words. for meritmut

On rewards and punishment.

Elaborate clothed-sex bondage under ghost moons as payback for reckless bombing flights, or: Nina has the best taste. Also possibly an apologyfic for letting the forest eat Paige and Amilyn last fic of them I wrote, except I would never apologise for murderforests.

And I snapped up a pinch hit, because the request came with such an excellent letter:

slide down your bones. the haunting of hill house, theodora~eleanor. gen, 791 words. for adnauseam

Eleanor Vance, being newly arrived and clearly in possession of a heart (though a quite unusual one), posed a puzzle to the house: need a heart be a heart, or could it be another person, several other people, in fact? Eleanor's heart is a strange and skittish thing, quite open and yet quite full up with indiscriminate attachments, and for the first time Hill House begins to want a heart of its own.

Nell and Theo, from Hill House's maybe-not-eyes. This was one of those story-forms-almost-instantly-upon-seeing-prompts fic - musings about Hill House itself being evil? A love of outsider POVs? Human relationships being shaped within and around the house? Exactly my things, and I'm so pleased they were also my recip's exact things!

And also wrote two treats!

illuminate and captivate. critical role, jester & the traveler. gen, 1.2k words. for blithers.

The tug on her hair is softer, and she can feel the air shift as the Traveler's invisible fingers start a braid. "I help exactly as much as you need me to," he says, and she frowns a little at that, remembering the last time he hadn't helped.

"But couldn't you say that, like, in the middle of things? Like, 'Oh, Jester, you're so great, you've totally got this fight, I'll be over here with, like, pom-poms from all the heads your lollipop is knocking off' or something?"

Jester has questions about death and dreams, and while the Traveler doesn't really have answers, he does have plans. An oddly joyful meditation on murder and being your god's best friend.

(fear) irrational and sublime. agent carter, dottie/whitney. mature, 772 words. for The_Wavesinger

Whitney pulls off her gloves, finger by finger. Dottie wonders if she's ever contemplated pulling her fingers from her hands with such care. It's been a while since she's hurt anyone like that; Peg always wants her to behave but the way Whitney moves makes Dottie think they could have some fun together.

Wave always prompts the most wonderfully creepy Dottie/Whitney stories, and, yknow, I can never resist the chance to write my faves being terrible! Ft. zero-matter body horror and messy desire, per always.

[Shows up to the silwritersguild 's B-Movie challenge surprisingly on-time with a fanmix] It's been ages since I've last done a fanmix, but the idea of seven prompts to structure a narrative/influence song choice for one was too good to pass up. Not sure anyone but me needed there to be Lúthien/Goldberry/Thuringwethil horror-themed mix about fey girls and murder in the world, but too bad, it's here now and I love it.