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The Age of Miscommunication by SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types
30 Sep 2019
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“It’s got such a presence to it, even from a distance,” Bilbo says softly, and there’s a general murmur of awed agreement from the others. “Why, in all my fifty years, I never thought I’d see such a thing, and we haven’t even arrived yet!”
Thorin’s sword hits the ground with a clatter, and Balin chokes on his pipe.
The hobbit doesn’t look at Thorin, too busy thumping Balin on the back. Once the dwarf seems able to breathe again, he looks up, to find thirteen wide pairs of eyes fixed on him.
“What?” he says defensively, though he’s not sure what he’s defending.
“You’re how old?” Kíli squeaks.
Bilbo frowns at the young dwarf. “I’m fifty years old. Well, fifty-one, come springtime. Though it is not very polite to ask someone their age so bluntly,” he tells him primly.
Fíli makes a choked sound, and Nori lets out a vicious string of swears in Khuzdul.
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17 Feb 2026
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Odin knew how wars worked. He had fought them before, remembered how the victors turned their defeated enemy into no more than creatures to fear and slaughter. The Dark Elves were such things until Vanaheim was defeated, and then the Vanir took their place. He remembered the stories, grotesque as they were, and the barely concealed disgust Freya received when she arrived in Asgard, and how they only stopped after he allowed Vanaheim to trade again, four hundred years after the fact. It would be no different this time. The Jotun would become the monsters parents told their children of.
He could hide the truth of what the child was, pass him off as a pregnancy that they had kept hidden so Frigga would not appear vulnerable as she acted as regent. It would catch Asgard by surprise, but they would accept it. He wouldn’t be able to shield him from all the words said against the Jontar, but Odin could soften the blow of them. Perhaps he could just keep the truth from the child as he would the rest of Asgard, yet if the child were to ever find out…
(In which Odin still lies, he just tells a better one)
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09 Feb 2026
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When Z-Team overhears a conversation between Robert and Phenomaman that they shouldn't have, they learn something alarming about their dispatcher. he hasn't had a heat in ten years! Robert doesn't understand why that's a problem. Heats aren't a big deal, he doesn't need them. His doctor, however, thinks it’s a very big deal and decide the best course of action is to force a heat to get him back on the right path.
Now Robert has three options: stay with Chase, stay with one of the Z-team or go to a heat house to ride out this forced heat. Can Z-Team prove they are worthy enough to help him through this?
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08 Feb 2026
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Vincent reached out and grabbed his hand, prompting Alastor to snap his gaze towards him with an unimpressed stare. “Cat finally threw up your tongue?” He paused, squinting at Vincent and turning towards him fully instead of just side-eyeing him. “Do you even have a tongue?”
That blush became deeper, and whatever confidence Alastor had coaxed from him started to dwindle. Before Alastor could chalk him up to a lost cause and call it night, however, Vincent hardened his resolve and gave him the worst sly smirk Alastor had ever seen in his life.
“Wanna find out?”
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EDIT: Now a chapter series! Follow Alastor as he tries to understand what the fuck he's feeling!
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07 Feb 2026
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Vox felt angry. Angry at Alastor for playing such a cruel joke on him. But he felt angry towards himself most of all.
"You're an asshole, you know that?” Vox spat between choked sobs, the vitriol palpable in his voice.
Vox felt the words clogging up his throat, threatening to spill out into a word vomit revealing his vulnerability. “I spent weeks on this night—poured my blood sweat and tears into making this date perfect but everything went fucking wrong.”
He tried reigning back the tears to no avail.
“I wanted to confess to you…but I guess that's out of the fucking window. Just…fucking leave.”
“Confess what exactly?”
The TV sinner looked at Alastor as if he grew two heads. “Oh my god, why are you still acting so innocent?!—” he let out an incredulous laugh. “—I was gonna ask you to be my boyfriend—romantic partner.”
“Romantic partner? I was under the impression we already were.”
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Vox plans a date to confess his more than platonic feelings towards his friend Alastor. Naturally, everything goes horribly wrong.
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07 Feb 2026