dawnbird



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Bilbo Baggins wondered what Gandalf was thinking. Fortunately, the one living under the delusion he was a regular hobbit was NOT him. Oh well, Bag End would sort him out. His house did NOT approve of vandalism, thank you very much. That rune carved into his door learned it personally. Besides, it served the wizard right for not heeding the rumors about Bilbo and the Old Forest.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    90,031
    Chapters:
    7/?
    Comments:
    226
    Kudos:
    1373
    Bookmarks:
    669
    Hits:
    27693

    20 Jan 2018

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Happy birthday @ssree!!! Hope you enjoy this little surprise fic :).

    The Turks are in an uproar.

    A silent uproar.

    Or an uproar Turk style, more like.

    Meaning they're freaking out so bad that if they were normal people they would be running to the hills screaming their lungs out so high that even the wutaians would hear it clearly. But since they're not, they're just petting their guns a lot, drinking obscene amounts of coffee (and the cafeteria's coffee at that, even though only SOLDIERs can stomach that sludge without suffering the consequences afterwards) and narrowing their eyes threateningly at every person they cross paths with... SOLDIERs included.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,465
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    60
    Kudos:
    529
    Bookmarks:
    129
    Hits:
    3420

    15 Jan 2018

  3. Public Bookmark 71

    Words:
    6,486
    Works:
    4
    Bookmarks:
    71

    15 Jan 2018

  4. Public Bookmark 47

    Tags
    Summary

    A crossover that almost wrote itself - because, really, Sheldon and sentient brainships were made for each other.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,191
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    19
    Kudos:
    266
    Bookmarks:
    47
    Hits:
    2695

    12 Jan 2018

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you.

    Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young.

    Shite, even Harry’d only be…

    Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive.

    Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad.

    Or, the one where love means changing the future. Harry/Eggsy, Time Travel Fix-It.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,894
    Chapters:
    3/3
    Comments:
    371
    Kudos:
    5825
    Bookmarks:
    1995
    Hits:
    60871

    12 Jan 2018