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Hi! I'm Smoky! I write fanfic!

I'm currently writing for Realm of the Elderlings (ROTE), Brokeback Mountain, and the Pitt (Rabbot mostly).

You can see my longer works on ao3, but I've written up little summaries below. I also post pitt ficlets to my tumblr which you can read here.

🐺Realm of the Elderlings🗡️

Set in the Six Duchies:

Updated Feb 1: FitzChivalry Farseer, the Bastard Monarch: (Rated E) 193K, ~80% posted. Diverges in FF 34. Fitzloved. Fluffy and healing. Buckkeep life with Fitz's family who delight and annoy him in turn.

A Box with Two Locks: (Rated E) 27K, FF Fitzloved Elderling tent fic spanning three nights. Ideally read after FFBM ch27, but can be standalone

Dandelion Fluff: (Rated G) 2K. AA Fitz and Nosy meet the Fool in Buckkeep Town when they're babies. Has art!

A Lone Wolf: (Rated T) 3K. GF Berserker Fitz fic that also includes grief processing.

Posted July 9: An Unexpected Dance (Rated G) 5K. AF Fitz and Amber explore Kelsingra, and the city has some secrets to tell. Has art!

Driving the Worms Away: (Rated T) 2K. AF Fitz finds a purpose for that damn firebrick.

The Road to Withywoods: (Rated G) 2K. AA Chivalry needs to figure out what he can to keep his son alive.

The Fruit Knife: (Rated M) 7K. AA Chade’s struggles as a master assassin, especially apprentices. Now available in Русский!

to emerge from the shadows: (Rated T) 1K. RA Chade feels like he can't do anything, and he decides enough is enough.

Queen and Sacrifice: (Rated E) 7K. AQ-FE Kettricken POV. Kett/Laurel fic for Kinktober. Bondage + Kett character study.

All my ROTE microfics (NR) archived on ao3 since I manage the @rote-microfic blog and filtering those posts for mine is difficult.

Setting AUs:

The Ballad of Beloved: (Rated M, includes MCD) 11K. Trojan War AU featuring the exhaustion of war and the freedom of obligation that comes with death. Fitzloved. Spoilers through FF. Has art!

Dancing on the Edge of a Cliff: (Rated E) 18K. Western AU featuring tooth-rotting domestic fluff, family, cards, and obviously dancing. Fitzloved. Spoilers through GF. Has art!

The Bastard Knight: (Rated M) 42K. Medieval AU with Knight!Fitz and French!Golden. Fitzloved with a side of FitzKett. Spoilers through FF.

Posted June 1: The Bullet and the Blood (Rated E) 12K. Mafia!Fitz/Vampire!Amber with a side of Coffee Shop AU. A heartwarming, bloody, sexy getting together fic. Has art!

🤠 Brokeback Mountain ⛰️

Semi-novelization fics:

Updated Dec 8: to be warm. (Rated E) 31K. Ennis's POV. 5 chaps of 7 are posted, covering the first 79 mins of movie.

Updated May 9: to dream. (Rated E) 38K. Jack's POV. 5 chaps of 7 are posted, covering the first 79 mins of the movie.

🩺The Pitt 🏥

Signs of Life. (Rated E) 4K. The morning of July 4th, Jack can't sleep. He has to keep checking to make sure Robby is still there, still alive. Rabbot, S2E01 spoilers

Somebody to Love (better late than never). (Rated T) 9K. Five times Robby should probably have figured out he's gay, and one time he did. Rabbot, S1 spoilers.

What's in a name? (Rated G) 2K. Robby goes through a series of names over the year and his grandmother has opinions about each one. Minor Rabbot, S1 spoilers.

Posted June 7: I thought I was immune to this kind of pining (Rated E) 5K. Army Vet and MS3 Jack is definitely totally 100% straight, and he has a bit of a crush on Attending Robby. Rabbot. S1 spoilers.

Posted June 8: I just want your extra time and your… kiss! (Rated T) 6K. A 5+1 where Jack keeps publicly making out with a very embarrassed, very happy Robby, and one where Robby returns the favor. Rabbot. S1 spoilers.

Posted June 9. I don’t look like me no more, no more (Rated T) 2K. Robby’s most of the way into a bottle of bourbon and organizing his pill bottles. Thankfully he calls Jack. Rabbot. S2 spoilers.

Posted June 12. My cigarette burnt my fingers ‘cause I forgot I lit it (Rated T) 2.5k. The morning after “I don’t look like me,” Robby wakes up confused, hungover, and with a clothed Jack sleeping on him. Rabbot. S2 spoilers.

Posted June 10. You’re ever welcome with me any time you like (Rated E) 2K. Jack takes Robby camping and things don’t go as planned. Rabbot. S1 spoilers.

Posted June 11. I’ll call you when I get to Chicago (Rated T) 8K. Slow burn Soulmate AU about grief processing and rescues. Rabbot. S2 spoilers.

Posted June 13. I'll go wherever you go (Rated G). 2K. Jack and Robby go to a conference, and Jack doesn't like all the attention Robby gets. Rabbot. S1 spoilers.

Posted July 14. It’s 3AM, I must be lonely (Rated G). College rabbot late night not-gay interactions. No spoilers.

😇Good Omens😈

It Began with a Bang (Rated G) 3K. God starts to lose it a bit before the Big Bang and when Humans evolve on New Earth. GO3 spoilers.

Again and Again (rated T) 7K. On New Earth, human Crowley and Aziraphale search and find one another again and again. A series of meetcutes. GO3 spoilers.

I edit this post as things change instead of making a new one 👍🏼

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me-hmm-dead

there's something so uncomfortably voyeuristic in these shots. that head movement, as if he's trying to hide from the viewer too, but can't escape our gaze. we've known him for less than a day but allowed to get closer than the people who've known him for years. that's not right.

#I’d never noticed before #the pitt #michael robinavitch #I know it probably doesn’t help but I love you because of how close I can be

abbotcoded

Robby and Jack are on a plane, headed to a painfully dull conference. It's a long-haul flight, and their plan is simple: sleep through most of it and wake up when it's over. Unfortunately, things don't go as planned.

Robby is already two glasses of whiskey in, hoping the alcohol will knock him out, while Jack keeps shifting in his seat, unable to get comfortable. Just as the cabin finally settles into that quiet, drowsy rhythm of a night flight, the first bout of turbulence hits.

At first, it's nothing unusual. They're rational adults, and turbulence happens. The flight attendants move through the cabin with practiced smiles, assuring everyone there's nothing to worry about. The seatbelt sign stays on, a few overhead bins rattle, and the plane shudders every now and then. It should be fine.

Except it doesn't stop. The turbulence keeps coming, each wave rougher than the last, until every drop feels like the floor has vanished beneath them. Robby isn't panicking (not exactly) but he's clearly having a miserable time. His jaw is tight, his fingers grip the armrest hard enough to whiten his knuckles, and every violent jolt makes him suck in a sharp breath.

Jack tries humor first. He tosses out a couple of dry comments and jokes, but none of them earn so much as a smile. Logic isn't doing Robby much good.

Seeing the tension etched across his face, Jack quietly reaches over and slips his hand into Robby's.

It's strange. They're fully grown men holding hands because of turbulence. Under any other circumstances, one of them would make a joke about it.

Neither of them does.

Robby's fingers close around Jack's with surprising strength, almost painfully tight, and Jack lets him hold on without comment. It's awkward, a little embarrassing, and somehow exactly what Robby needs.

A few minutes later, the captain comes over the intercom to explain that a large storm has formed across their planned route. They'll have to divert around it, adding some time to the flight, but there's no cause for alarm.

As if on cue, the turbulence begins to ease.

The cabin settles into gentler vibrations, and Robby's breathing gradually evens out. His grip loosens enough that Jack can finally feel his fingers again, but neither of them lets go. Their hands remain loosely intertwined on the armrest, casual enough that they could almost pretend it happened by accident.

The flight stretches on like that. Nobody acknowledges it. Even when Jack eventually has to use the bathroom, Robby reluctantly releases him without a word. The moment Jack sits back down, though, Robby reaches over again, takes his hand just as quietly as before, and stubbornly avoids looking him in the eye.

Jack says nothing. He simply laces their fingers together again.

Eventually exhaustion catches up with Robby. The whiskey, the adrenaline crash, and the endless hours in the air finally win. His head tips sideways until it comes to rest on Jack's shoulder, and before long he's asleep, practically folded against him.

Jack smiles to himself. He adjusts just enough to make Robby more comfortable without waking him, slips on his headphones, puts one of his favorite playlists on, and closes his eyes as well. The seats are cramped, his neck will almost certainly regret this tomorrow, and his hand is still trapped beneath Robby's bruising grip, but he can't quite bring himself to mind.

They're pressed shoulder to shoulder, fingers intertwined, quietly dozing somewhere above the clouds.

Then the storm catches up with them anyway.

The turbulence returns with enough force to wake half the cabin, and after another tense stretch of flying. The weather gets worse and the plane will divert to another airport until it clears. By the time they land, it's well past midnight.

The airline scrambles to find hotel rooms for a plane full of exhausted passengers, but with several other diverted flights arriving at the same time, accommodations are scarce. At check-in, the clerk barely glances up before sliding a pair of keycards across the counter.

Sharing a room is the least of their concerns. They just want a shower, a mattress, and eight uninterrupted hours of sleep.

They make it upstairs, unlock the door, and walk inside.

One bed.

#cuuuuute #rabbot #fic rec #rabbot fic

vhscowboys

‘Respite’

I will forever love drawing the shadows of leaves and leaf canopies over bodies it’s very therapeutic

#they’re soooooo cute #also please keep drawing the shadows of leaves on bodies forever you’re amazing at it #brokeback mountain #ennis del mar #jack twist #jack and ennis #ennis x jack #Brokeback boys

I wrote young rabbot fluff at last!!

Features college-aged rabbot and a drunken late night phone call, you should check out:

It’s 3 AM, I must be lonely 📞 😴 🍻

“Heeeey Mikey, you up yet?” Jack was a little bit drunk, just a little bit. Just enough to make the all-nighter he was pulling a bit more bearable.

How much was a little bit drunk, anyway?

Robby’s voice crackled through the line, soothing and familiar. “Jack, it’s 3AM,” he chided.

Huge thank you to @avocado-berries for the inspiration, the opening lines, and the encouragement to continue!

#it was so hard to keep this from becoming angst #I’m such a late in life rabbot writer #but the boys they yearn #rabbot #rabbot fanfiction #rabbot fic #Pitt fic #Jack abbot #michael robinavitch #smoky writes #young rabbot #you came you called #college aged rabbot #they’re such babies here

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cokezerovape

#Jack’s jaws-music-themed behavior #he will find you and he will hype you up #and he’ll hug you too if you let him Robby #gah i love them so much #michael robinavitch #jack abbot #rabbot #the pitt #incorrect pitt quotes

private-witt

The Pitt + A Softer World (15/?)

#screaming sobbing #michael robinavitch #jack abbot #the pitt

sockth

Hey if you See This can you reblog this or comment on this with a character you headcanon as aromantic, asexual, or both. It can be canon it can be founded on absolutely nothing I just need more aroace stuff on here #yay

#Samira Mohan is aroace #kaladin stormbessed is ace #starling birdsong is aro #Chade fallstar is aro #elena rygg is aro #gurathin is ace #Murderbot is aroace #ART is ace (any maybe aro?)#there are others but these are the ones springing to mind #Samira Mohan #kaladin stormblessed #starling birdsong #chade fallstar #Elena rygg #gurathin #Murderbot #perihelion

helvyeah1

bring your kid to work day

#ngl a cat would totally help him #cats make everything better #the pitt #the pitt fanart #michael robinavitch

revolted-nycto

sobbing

#Brokeback mountain

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everywaythatmatters

What if they finally got to have that dance ✨

Happy Springfest!! Accompanying fic to be posted soon :)

everywaythatmatters

The fic is here!!! @smoky-solitude wrote an incredible story to go along with this art - go read An Unexpected Dance for a magical night in Kelsingra 🌙✨

#thank you for the very excellent and most inspiring art #kelsingra most definitely has fairy lights made of jewels #🙏🏼#realm of the elderlings #fitzloved #fitzchivalry farseer #amber rote #amberrrr #rote spoilers #Kelsingra #rote fanfiction #rote fanfic #Fitzloved fic

johannestevans

Every minute in the pitt my man robinavitch is trying to take a piss and someone is standing in his way. won't somebody please think of his prostate? I NEVER stop thinking about his prostate and how i could contribute to the health thereof

dorian-they-ao3

#cackling #can’t unsee it #Jack’s just a friend who cares about his bestie’s prostate health!#as all friends should!!!#nothing untoward happening hereeeee #jack abbot #michael robinavitch #rabbot #the pitt

avocado-berries

posting my rabbot edits incase y'all need sum writing juice

smoky-solitude

"Pshaww, it's not like 3AM is late," Jack slurred. The room didn't spin around him as much as it wavered. Like a mirage in the desert, he thought. The realest thing in the room was the voice on the phone.

"3AM is the definition of late, Jack. Any later, and it starts being 'early.'" Mikey's voice was so smooth and soft, Jack felt like it was a balm to his ear drums, a massage to his mind, a hug that lingered. He would say anything, anything to keep Mike's voice on the line.

"Old man," Jack joked.

"I'm only four years older than you," Mike replied. Yes, that's the stuff. Jack just had to keep it coming.

"Remember when we used to stay up 'til 4 every night?"

"I remember." There was a smile in Mike's voice, and a rustling on the other side of the line as Mike set down whatever he had been doing to turn his full attention to Jack. The excited sparks in Jack's belly bubbled over, warming him up as Mike spoke, his words drifting over him like the softest of blankets. "Didn't matter what we were up to. Studying, video games, movies. I'd stay over so late that I'd have to crash on your couch."

Jack remembered too. He'd come up with any excuse to keep Mike longer so that he would crash on the couch, so that Jack would wake up with Mike in his apartment, and he could make him breakfast and coffee, and then, if he was lucky, they'd spend the day together, and the next, and, on very rare occasion, the next.

"Those were good times," Jack murmured. His eyes had drifted closed, only a thin slit of light making its way to his retinas. "Been awhile since we done that."

"Why'd we stop anyway?" Mike mused. "I miss it."

Jack bit his lip. "Dunno, man. But it still isn't four yet. You could still, I dunno, come over. If you wanted to." His drunken mind thought that was a brilliant idea. Four was the hour Mike became a pumpkin, and it wasn't four yet.

"To sleep on your couch?" Mike laughed. It was a soft, quiet thing, an affectionate chuckle. If Mike hadn't claimed all his thought and attention, that laugh would seal the deal. Jack went toward Mike like a moth to flame, and he hoped he wouldn't get burned.

"I've got a king-sized bed. Plenty of room for two. If your old man bones can't handle the couch anymore." Jack held his breath, and the silence coming through the phone told him Mike was too.

Mike cleared his throat, breaking the budding tension with a rumble. "You'd want that?"

"If you want that," Jack said evasively, his bravery blown though his eagerness remained.

Mike coughed. "Yeah, I'll... Yeah. I'll be over in fifteen. See you then."

The call clicked off, and Jack stared at the receiver. It worked. It worked? It worked!

He quickly changed the sheets, fluffed the spare pillow, put away his clutter, and unlocked the front door. He sat on the couch with his fingers trying to choke one another, his heel tapping rapidly.

There were four knocks on the door, and Jack's head shot up like a meerkat's. Before he had time to say or do anything, the knob turned and the door opened. A bundled up Michael Robinavitch came in.

#that was a fun prompt!#very cute #hope you liked where I took it #i went with mike instead of mikey for the third person pov #this is before robby became a doctor and therefore before the nickname #young rabbot #rabbot #michael robinavitch #jack abbot #professional yearner Jack abbot #the pitt #da pitt #pitt fic #rabbot fanfiction #rabbot fic #smoky writes #ficlet

automatonwithautonomy

the thing about that one line is that i think chade cannot conceptualise love without exploitation. to him, to love someone, you have to use them to the best of your respective abilities in order to better the world. so when he says that fitz can't ever trust that he's loved, he is fundamentally and literally correct, but what he means is "you will not allow me to shape you as a tool fully and completely. why do you attempt to hold parts of yourself back from service to the duchies." crucially, the old man adores fitz with his whole heart. but that heart belongs to the farseer throne and he cannot imagine how to love his son without sacrificing him to it.

#you get it!!!#chade was also dropped off at Buckkeep and thereafter only experienced love riddled with obligation #he loves Fitz and he treats Fitz the way he wishes he had been treated #but he’s limited in understanding the MANY MORE WAYS people can be loved #hes trying so hard but he keeps knocking the bars in his cage #the cage of being a farseer which Chade wants to be recognized as more than anything else #i love him #chade fallstar #rote spoilers #fitzchivalry farseer #rote

Jack used to sleepwalk, sleepeat, sleeptalk, and sleepwander. His mother would direct him very carefully back to his bed and tuck him in, no harm no foul. Thankfully he grew out of sleepwalking when he turned ten, though he retained the sleeptalking even through his years in the army. His wife loved it: she thought it was hilarious.

He lost his leg first and then his wife soon after, so he moved back into his parents' house, his tail proverbially between his legs. With his life in ruins around him, he found he hadn't quite kicked the habit.

When he dreamed, he still had two legs.

Jack's healing nub did not enjoy plummeting ten inches to the floor the first time he tried to sleepwalk. His parents, meanwhile, did not enjoy the many, many creative words he used when he woke up on the floor.

He woke up on the floor a number of times before he found a very-not-kinky handcuff solution that he attached to his infantilizing bed rails. It took a long time for Jack to claw his way back to dignity and independence, but he made it. He made it through med school, residency, and even got an attending position at the PTMC.

So what if he never slept over after a hookup and never hosted. So what if he never found anyone he trusted enough to tell about his somewhat embarrassing condition.

His life was fine. It was his own, and that's all he could ask for.

"Stay," Robby insisted. His hand gripped Jack's loosely, but the insistence in his eyes was stronger than any desperate grab. His lips were dark from kissing, and his chest was covered in a light sheen of drying sweat. Jack had sucked bruises on his belly and thighs, but there was still plenty of room for more, he noticed.

"Better not," Jack said quietly. He didn't try to free his hand though. It was their third time hooking up, and Jack was starting to feel like things were getting a bit too close, a bit too intimate. His belly was full of butterflies like he was a teenager again, and he was definitely too old for a crush.

That didn't mean he couldn't have one.

"Please?" Robby pulled back enough so that there was space for Jack in his arms. It looked inviting.

"Alright, brother. I'll stay for a bit." Jack took off his leg again and tucked himself into Robby's lanky frame.

"This OK?" Robby's breath stirred the hairs on the back of his neck. His fingers ran up and down Jack's arms before his arm wrapped around Jack's middle like a vice.

"It's good," Jack murmured, half asleep.

He had intended to stay five, maybe ten minutes. Then he'd find some excuse or other, about the bed, the pillows, something, that would allow Jack to leave without hurting Robby's feelings.

But with Robby's body trapping him into bed, he fell asleep feeling safe as houses. Robby was better than a weighted blanket, and Jack found that, even if he wanted to, he couldn't go anywhere.

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🌻🌸Happy (belated) Springfest!🌺🌹

Happy Springfest to @everywaythatmatters! We're well into summer now, but there are still flowers if you know where to look. I am honored to write the fic to accompany your gorgeous art: I adored your Fitz and Amber and the Kelsingra setting. I hope you enjoy the dancing, the ambiance, the Fitzamber vibes, and a bit of lore about Realder and his Prophet. ❤️💙 Read it here:

🌙✨An Unexpected Dance 🎵🌃

It was after we’d gone several blocks that I realized that, though the streets were filled with memories of past nights rather than days. It seemed like that, while there had been some sort of system to keep the streets lit, there were also a few memories who carried strange lanterns. A group of Elderlings stumbled out of what must have been a tavern, drunk and rowdy, and I saw a couple dart off into an alleyway with a furtive look behind them. One of the streets Amber directed me down caused me to stop suddenly, awestruck.

Amber wants to show Fitz something the night before they leave Kelsingra on Tarman. They did not expect how much the city wanted to show them something in turn.

Thanks for organizing @springfest-rote !!

#ohhh what do you see fitz?#i struggled to find a good excerpt #springfest 2026 #fluff #fitzloved #fitzamber #fitzchivalry farseer #amber rote #beloved rote #also realder and his white prophet #girl on a dragon #there's a party in this fic #rote fanfiction #rote fanfic #smoky writes

sugaryearthensludge

#Jesus fucking Christ that’s good #how is Fitz so hard and soft at the same time #and also hot?????#no wonder all the ladies through themselves at his oblivious feet #beloved’s expression is so calm and sad??#Nighteyes makes me smile #also also also #they were whole together #😭#fitzchivalry farseer #beloved rote #Nighteyes #rote fanart #tawny man spoilers #or thereabouts #rote #realm of the elderlings

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