#prompt 874

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #874

Danny’s high school grades have destroyed his chance of becoming an astronaut so he turns to the next best thing that doesn’t require anything besides his High School Diploma: the US Air Force. He becomes good friends with a fighter pilot at the Broome Lake Air Force Base; Hal Jordan.

#dpxdc #bones prompts

[metallicaislife]

I Want to Learn

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni

Word Count: 874

Warnings: Virgin!Kirk, oral(f receiving), p in v sex, expirienced!reader

I Want to Learn pt 2

The first time I laid eyes on Kirk, I thought he was the cutest guy. He was so goofy and awkward. He still is, and as we’re making out on my couch, he’s rubbing himself against me like a horny teenager who's never gotten laid. Oh. He pulled away and sat up. 

“Is something wrong?” I asked, propping myself on my elbows. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m a loser.” He said looking down, playing with his hands. Trying to cover the boner in his pants. 

“I won’t, what is it?” I asked, sitting up so we were side by side. 

“I’m a virgin. Total loser right? 20 year old rockstar virgin.” He said, still avoiding my gaze. 

“I don’t think you’re a loser. That’s normal.” I said resting my hand on his back. 

“Really?” He asked, looking up at me. I nodded, smiling. “Will you teach me? I want to learn how to make you feel good.” He said bashfully. 

“Of course. Do you want to start now?” I asked. Kirk nodded. I held out my hand to him, he placed his hand in mine and we went to my room. I stripped down to my underwear telling him to do the same. 

“What do you want to learn first?” I asked him. He looked thoughtful for a moment. 

“I want to learn how to eat you out.” He said shyly. I smiled at him.

“You don’t have to be shy, baby.” I told him. I laid on the bed and spread my legs with my knees up. Kirk cautiously got on the bed and knelt between my legs. 

“Take my underwear off.” I instructed. Kirk gulped and his fingers found the hem of my panties. I shifted so he could take them off. He dropped them on the floor, his head turned back and he stared intently at my pussy. He laid down on his stomach, his head just above my pussy. He glanced up, his face showing he was absolutely clueless. 

“Lick me.” I prompted. Kirk bowed his head and licked from my entrance to my clit. His eyes met mine again and they were wide. He licked again, humming against me. 

“Good boy.” I praised him. He immediately whined rubbing himself against the bed. “Suck right here,” I pointed to my clit. “That part feels the best.” I explained. He attached his lips and began sucking, I moaned. “Yes, Kirk, like that.” I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. “Stick one of your fingers in me.” I instructed him. I felt as his hand moved and he curiously slid a finger in. He moaned against me. His pace was slow. “You can go faster, try curling it.” He did as I suggested and I moaned loudly. He began switching between licking and sucking my clit. It felt so good. I came with a cry. He hummed in surprise with how wet I was. As I came down from my high, my eyes met his eyes. 

“How’d I do?” He asked. 

“So fucking good.” I praised him. “Take off your boxers.” I told him. He did as I asked, he was hard and leaking precum. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. “Put this on.” I handed him the condom. He opened it and rolled it down his cock. 

“Now what?” He asked softly.

“Line yourself up with me, then stick your cock in me.” I said. He nodded and lined himself up. He pushed in slowly. I could see the shiver run down his back. “Come ‘ere.” I said, opening my arms. He leaned down so we were in missionary. I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. I pulled away slightly. “Move your hips.” I told him. He complied and slowly rolled his hips letting out a soft moan. He leaned in, kissing me hungrily. He picked up the pace. “Hold on.” I told him. He stilled. 

“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He asked worriedly. 

“No, not at all. It doesn’t matter how fast you go, put more force into it.” I told him and he nodded eagerly. His hips resumed, at a decent pace, but the force behind it was better. “Good boy, taking direction so well.” I said as I ran my hands down his back. His hips stuttered as he came, he buried his head in my shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered embarrassedly. 

“Hey, hey, why are you sorry?” I asked rubbing his back. 

“I came so fast, that’s so embarrassing.” He nuzzled his face into my neck. 

“Not at all, baby. That was your first time. You’ll learn how to last longer. I’m really proud of you, that really was amazing. I’m not just saying that to be nice.” I said and played with his hair. 

“Really?” He asked softly. I giggled. 

“Yes, we have plenty of time to teach you more. Before you know it you’re going to be a sex god.” I said. Kirk chuckled. 

“You’re far too good for my ego.” Kirk said and kissed my neck. 

“That’s what I’m here for, babe.” I teased. 

I was excited to see Kirk get more confident in bed, as we continued our little lessons.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Ok ok, but the prompt “if you die, I die! Don’t you get that?!” with Peter yelling it at Tony 😂😂

Fine. Fine. Yes. Let's reverse it. Another mini!

874 words, a little more angsty with a hurt Tony Stark and a very passionate Peter Parker. Enjoy!! :D [Click here for a reversed use of this prompt]

If You Die... Part. 2.

As Tony came back to awareness the first thing he noticed was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. It was one tone after another, in two second intervals. Beep… Beep… Beep... He tried to turn away from it, but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. He was exhausted in a way he’d never felt before. His limbs felt like lead and his eyes refused to open. 

For a few minutes, he simply laid there mildly aware of his surroundings but lacking the energy to interact with them. Beep… Beep… Beep… The sound was starting to get on his nerves. He wished it would stop. He tried to clench his fist but managed nothing more than a small twitch of his finger. His forehead creased slightly in concentration. Another two fingers moved, flexing upward and dropping back down to the sheets. That seemed to get the attention of whomever was in the room. His hand was suddenly engulfed by a firm warm grasp.

“-ister Stark?” Tony used all his strength to turn towards the voice. His head moved marginally but he managed to crack an eye open. “Mr. Stark?” As his vision focused he was able to see Peter hovering above him.

He parted his dry lips and pressed his sandpaper tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Kid?” he rasped. It came out in barely a whisper. But he was certain Peter heard it. His kid’s hand tightened around his own and tears started to break free from his eyes.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter leaned forward until his head was resting heavily on his chest. Hot tears were soaking into his shirt and wanted nothing more than to comfort his kid. He felt more alert with his eyes open and his strength was slowly returning. He pulled his heavy hand out of Peter’s grasp and repositioned it so he could wrap his fingers around his kid’s wrists.

“I’m right here, Buddy,” he murmured, while fighting his other arm off of the mattress. Eventually, he managed and was able to get his hand to the back of his kid’s head. “I’m right here.”

“You almost weren’t!” Peter stood up, sniffed and ran his free hand over his cheeks. “You almost- You almost died, Mr. Stark!”

A painful lump formed in his throat. He looked at the bleached-white sheets and tried to swallow past it. “But I didn’t.”

“But you could have!” Peter shouted. Fresh tears started to flow. That time, he didn’t try to stop them. “The doctors said- they said you might not- We almost lost you!”

Tony licked his dry lips and coughed. Seconds later, a nurse walked into the room, raised his bed and offered him some water. Once he’d had a few sips, she started tugging at the various tubes and wires. She shined a light in his eyes and started asking questions. He answered them with an absentminded nod or shake of his head. His gaze had yet to leave Peter. Even from across the room he could see his kid’s puffy eyes and tear streaks cheeks,

The nurse finished with him and started talking to Peter. He couldn’t hear what she was saying but he could see his kid nod his head. Then, the nurse was gone and Peter returned to his bedside still sniffling. 

“You can’t do this again,” Peter said, his voice eerily calm. He gathered a shuddering breath and pressed his lips into a tight thin line.  “I can’t- you were in a coma for three days! You can’t-”

All of a sudden Peter’s anger and upset finally made sense. Tony’s eyes momentarily winded in response. Six days was a long time to wait for someone to wake up. “I’m sorry, Bud. I never-”

“You can’t die!” Peter shouted loudly enough to make Tony flinch. “If you die, I die! Don’t you get that?” His fists balled up by his sides as his face crumpled in anguish. “You- you’re the only one I have left!”

Not quite understanding, Tony pulled his brows together. “You have May, your friends and-”

“They aren’t you! I need you, Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice cracked on the last syllable. He ran his hands down his face and crossed arms defensively over his chest.  “I’ve already lost my mom and dad! Then I lost Uncle Ben too! I need you!”

tony felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Pete. Honey-”

“Stop it! Stop- Don’t patronize me!” The anger didn’t last long. Within seconds Peter was back to leaning over the bed, one arm wrapped around Tony's stomach. “Just- next time let someone else make the sacrifice play! Because, selfish or not- I need you here!”

His kid was crying again and Tony could feel his own eyes starting to water. “Oh, kid. That’s not- that’s not selfish, Buddy. That’s-” 

Peter squeezed him tightly enough that it was starting to hurt. He didn’t complain. He simply held on with equal ferocity, 

When Peter let go, it was so he could look Tony in the eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.

Tony smiled and placed his hands on either side of his kid’s damp cheeks. “I- I love you too, Pete. So much. And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

#happyaspie mini fic #injured tony stark #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #marvel #iron man #spider-man #mcu #irondad #angst #hospitalization #injury

[theworldofotps]

Man Crush (Drabble)

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x OC Melissa Word Count: 874 Prompt: 'But friends don't look at each other like we do, if i kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop'

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“It’s been three weeks Melissa, you’re either going to need to confess to Jeff that you like him or figure out something. You can’t keep avoiding him you two are so close and it’s bothering him knowing what’s wrong.”

Melissa sighed as she looked at Jeff’s older brother Matt, she did not know who else to turn to when her dreams about one of her best friends had started getting erotic. Sure, she knew that she had a crush on Jeff she had for years how could she not. But she didn’t know how to deal with the man when her mind tortured her at night with dreams of him caressing her flesh, watching his eyes as he dipped his head down to sample her wetness with his tongue.

After that first dream, she had a hard time looking him in the face, when the dreams wouldn’t stop she started avoiding him, afraid she’d reveal her secret. The only reason she told his brother was because she was desperate and needed some advice.

“I just worry it’s going to make him uncomfortable and that last thing I want is to do that to him. Part of me believes he may be flattered, but friends don’t look at each other the way we do.”

“Honestly, I can’t promise his reaction I don’t know how he’ll behave but regardless I’ll be here to help you and I truly believe it’s not going to harm your friendship if he doesn’t like it. You’ll always have us and I agree you two do look at each other different.”

“Thanks Matt, well I guess I better go find him.”

“Good luck kiddo.”

Waving, Melissa continued her way down the hall in search of Jeff while doing her best to try and keep herself together. It had been so hard avoiding him for three weeks and it was getting to the point where she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep him from just cornering her at work.

“Hey Kenny, have you seen Jeff anywhere?”

She asked rubbing her hands together nervously as she looked at her friend who was on his phone. Kenny looked up smiling at her and nodded, motioning towards the left down the long corridore.

‘Locker room.’

He mouthed, giving him a quiet thanks she went towards the men’s locker room and pulled her phone out; sending Jeff a text to let him know she was here looking for him. After a few minutes the door opened, and Jeff smiled seeing her.

“Hey, give me a minute to get my stuff then we can walk, and talk do you have a ride?”

“Yeah, I got a ride with one of the girls but it’s fine.”

Nodding Jeff gathered his things and the two of them began making their way through the halls waving to coworkers or friends. The silence stretched between them neither knowing how to exactly start until Jeff did.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“What?”

Melissa looked over at him before quickly shaking her head pushing a door open.

“No, you didn’t do anything I’m sorry for avoiding you lately I’m going to explain why I just it’s not as easy as I would hope for.”

Jeff nodded relieved to know he hadn’t upset or offended her in some way. He stayed quiet to let her gather her thoughts.

“You let your gray grow out?”

Melissa wondered aloud looking over at him Jeff smiled at her change of subject touching his face and hair he glanced at her.

“I did, do you like it?”

“I really like it honestly you suit gray pretty well.”

“Thank you.”

The two continued to walk in silence for a bit longer as Melissa decided it was just best to get it over with now.

“So the reason I’ve been avoiding you is I’ve been dreaming about you and I got confused.”

“That’s it? I dream about you too darling it’s not weird we dream about friends all the time it’s actually pretty normal.”

“No these are different my dreams have been well.”

Swallowing, she felt her cheeks heating up while her eyes darted to the floor suddenly interested in the concrete. She couldn’t believe she was going to just spit this out right here where anyone could possibly hear.

“They’re what?”

“On the more erotic side.”

“Oh? Erotic, OH.”

He exclaimed after a moment and stopped walking grabbing her arm to pull her to a stop and lifted her chin with his finger to get her gaze to meet his.

“You like me, don’t you?”

“Well, I mean it’s pretty obvious after what I just told you.”

“That’s no reason to avoid me we could have made those dreams a reality; you know sometimes I listen to you talking I just want to lean over and kiss you.”

Melissa could feel her heart pounding in her chest listening to his confession, she decided to be brave once more.

“Why don’t you kiss me now?”

“If I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” “What if I don’t want you too.”

Jeff smiles cupping her cheeks gently lowering his lips to her in a kiss sweeter than either could have ever hoped for.

#jeff hardy #jeff hardy fanfiction #prompt drabble #jeff hardy x oc melissa #aew fanfiction

[xjustakay]

(10/4) prompt: scream — 874 words (fame au pt.4; ‘what do you mean you could have been in a scream movie?’ edition - pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.5) @jegulus-microfic

“You’re not even watching the movie,” James complains.

Regulus looks up from his phone, glancing first at the TV screen then over at his boyfriend. He and James have been on the couch for hours, binging the Scream movies on their shared free day. James had decided that they’re the perfect way to ‘kick off Halloween month’ or whatever. Regulus has his legs laid over James’ lap, ankles crossed, a pillow over his lap to prop up where he’s been toggling between apps on his phone for the majority of the film.

“I know what happens in this one already,” Regulus says.

James scoffs. “How could you possibly know? You literally said you haven’t seen five and six.”

Regulus goes back to scrolling through his Instagram feed leisurely, shrugging his shoulders. “They sent me a script during casting deliberations and I turned it down.”

“What?” James sits up straighter abruptly. “Shut up, you’re lying.”

“Not at all, actually. They wanted me to play Richie, didn’t really feel like it.”

“‘Didn’t really feel like it,’” James repeats in a mocking mumble.

“Wasn’t a huge fan of the ending. One of the Act 3 twists felt a bit predictable to me,” Regulus mutters.

“You kill me sometimes,” James snorts.

Regulus rolls his eyes, but the edges of his mouth twitch amusedly. “It’s a Scream movie, James. They literally follow a template. Especially with five, they intentionally reverted back to a lot of the original formula. It’s like the whole point.”

“And you didn’t want the chance to be a part of one of the most popular horror franchises ever? You?” James lifts both brows at him.

Regulus shrugs again. “Only reason I would have done it was to meet and work with Mason Gooding. He’s lovely.”

James pinches at his calf, earning a huffed laugh in return. “Don’t tease me with your consistent ability to flirt with pretty actors.”

“I am a pretty actor. You flirt with me all the time,” Regulus points out.

“That’s different.”

Scream clearly forgotten for the moment, Regulus sets his phone down and sits up from leaning against the arm of the couch to be able to press his bent elbow into the pillow on his lap, chin falling against his palm.

“Explain that logic to me,” He says.

“Well, you’re my best friend and bandmate’s little brother. I already knew of you before you moved up from indie film and became an A-list movie star. And you were like, obsessed with me the moment you met me.”

“I was not obsessed with you.”

“Drawing little hearts with my name inside in your script margins after that first concert you finally came to, I’m sure of it.”

Regulus laughs and lifts a foot from across James’ lap to kick gently at his chest. James catches him round the ankle and tugs at his leg until Regulus wiggles forward enough to sit sideways fully on his lap, phone abandoned and slid between couch cushions. Regulus lays one arm over James’ shoulder, fingers toying with the dark hair at the nape of his neck. James leans back into the pleasant contact, smiling brightly up at him.

“We all know you liked me long before you were willing to admit it, love.”

“What’s to like?” Regulus jokes, wrinkling his nose.

James squeezes right at the not-so-secret ticklish point just below Regulus’ ribs, looking all too proud of himself when Regulus flinches because of it. “Watch it.”

“Or what? You’ll write another fake breakup song about me?” Regulus arches a brow at him.

“Could be another hit, you never know. The first one’s still going strong on the radio,” James muses.

“I hate you.” Regulus exhales a laugh, tilting forward to touch his forehead against his.

“Mm, I know.” James nudges their noses together, grinning lazily.

He brushes a barely there kiss against Regulus’ lips, only adding to the growing want that slowly simmers in Regulus’ stomach.

The moment is shattered by the sound of a scream from the TV that has both of their attentions turning back to the movie they’ve neglected. It’s the penultimate scene now, Regulus recognizes; the characters on screen are arguing, slowly piecing together who they think the killer is before the actual reveal. Then there’s a single line of specific dialogue delivered; he hears James gasp just before the gunshot that immediately follows.

“Shut up, that’s who the killer is?”

“Surprise.”

“No fucking way. And you didn’t like that twist?”

Regulus hums, leaning his head sideways against James’ collarbone and watching the chaos of the scene unfold. “It’s the second twist that I saw coming. Give it a minute or two.”

“Damn, I was really hoping we were going a different direction here, but now I’m invested again.” James rubs up and down Regulus’ back in a smooth glide, slipping beneath Regulus’ shirt to drag his warm palm over his skin absently.

“You’ll make it up to me, I’m sure,” Regulus comments. “Or, I could just spoil the whole ending for you.”

“No, shut up, don’t you dare.”

Regulus lets out another quiet laugh and tilts upward to leave a quick kiss against the line of James’ jaw before settling comfortably against him to finish the movie, spoiler free.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #fame au jegulus my beloveds #they’re so disgustingly in love #also the song referenced is indeed the one from pt.3 #james really committed to the bit #anyway i cry i love them #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 14 || 874 Words || Read on Ao3 —

“I didn’t need your help back there,” the woman bites as she passes him, leading her horse through an alleyway. Her cheeks are red when James catches up with her, and he can see the tension in her jaw, the way her green eyes sparkle with determination as she tucks strands of rich copper hair back beneath the safety of her riding hood.

He bristles at this. “My apologies, miss,” he replies with exasperation, palms open as he gestures in the direction of the fray they’d just escaped. “I must have mistakenly assumed that with three of the King’s guards after you and no weapon on your person that you may have been in need of someone interceding.”

“Why did you do it?”

“What?”

“You said it yourself, three of the King’s guards are after me, why do you not see me as a threat?” Her eyes flash. “Is it because of my sex?”

James is silent. She’s quick to anger, and he’s trying to figure how best to admit that it wasn’t what she assumed, but it was how he was struck by the glimpse of fear he had seen when the guards had blocked the exits of the town square.

It doesn’t seem a wise confession.

“I can’t quite explain it,” James answers instead, head slightly shaking as he takes a careful step towards where she checks the security of the bags on her horse. When she turns around, he notices they’re closer than he realized as a surprised breath reaches his ears, her eyes gone a little wide. “You just seemed like someone who needed an escape.”

It’s the woman’s turn to be silent as her eyes continue to stare into his, and James doesn’t know  what’s going through her mind, her face remaining unreadable. 

“Where will you go?” he asks, and her brows furrow at the question.

“Away.”

“Away? Do you not have a destination?”

She turns around, breaking their lingering gaze as she continues to fuss over her animal. “My destination is wherever I please, and none of your business.”

“I don’t—Will you be alright? I don’t know how it sits with my conscience letting you go away with no plans or way to defend yourself.”

“I don’t need saving or protecting. I’m not the damsel in distress to your gallant knight.” She insists, and James finds himself struck as she easily pulls herself onto her horse, stroking its chestnut mane as she contemplates her next words. “If it eases your conscience, you can join me.”

He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. Her eyes are fixated on her horse, not on him, and he thinks it might be a sliver of vulnerability cracking through her aloof exterior. James doesn’t know if she’s being facetious or if it’s a genuine offer, but he feels a strange pull that sees him stepping a little closer to the horse.

“Alright.”

“What?”

“I said alright. I’ll join you.” He appraises her, brows raising. “Unless you didn’t mean it.”

She stares back, a sigh finally escaping through her lips before her hands tighten on the reins of the horse. “Very well. Come along.”

James blinks a couple of times, still a bit in shock from this whole exchange, before approaching. He strokes the animal’s mane, placing a hand securely on the back of its neck for leverage.

“What are you doing?”

Her sharp voice is muddied by a slight hint of amusement, and James looks up at where she sits with confusion. “I’m…coming with you?”

“This is my horse.”

“I don’t—”

“You don’t lead my horse.” The woman jerks her head behind her, signaling his place in all of this. “You’re behind me.”

He feels the heat rush to his face as the situation settles. Balking at the idea of it—knowing it means he’d have to wrap his arms around her for balance and feeling a traitorous stirring within—he tries to make her see his dilemma. “But that’s…” improper, he wants to say, but realizes how foolish that would sound in the midst of all these hurried, unorthodox plans.

“If you have a problem with it, you can stay.”

“No, no…I’ll…” he gestures to the horse as he moves to mount behind her, sucking in a breath at the warmth of her body so close to his, arms carefully wrapping around her waist. She stills at his touch and he panics, looking for a way to bridge this awkward moment as the ludicrousness of what they’re doing settles in. “I’m James, by the way. James Potter.”

“Evans,” she offers in response with a glance over her shoulder, and though he notes the absence of a first name, he doesn’t pry. 

Instead, he lets out a chuckle. “Evans? Any relation to the King?”

The few seconds of silence weigh heavy on him, somehow saying more than her words ever could. His stomach knots with the implication, and he tries to convince himself that he’s just on edge.

“Of course not. That’s ridiculous.”

And without wasting another moment, her heels dig into the side of the horse and they’re off—all thoughts of a runaway princess disappearing from his mind as his arms tighten around her in hopes of not falling.

#it's (always) you #jilytober2023 #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans #31 prompts

[baronessblixen]

Today's prompt: 7. "Do you recognize this?"

Hurt/comfort AND humor after "Pusher": Mulder doesn't mind Scully showing up at his apartment after the case at all. Only problem: she's not alone. (wc: 874)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 8: A Very Queequeg Morning

"Do you know what this is?" Mulder asks. He tries to be quiet for Scully's sake, but it's early morning and he's irritated.

"Do you recognize this?" he asks now, pointing. "Wouldn't blame you if you didn't because I barely recognize it. You have no idea what you did, do you? You don't understand a single word of what I'm saying." Mulder sighs. How deep has he sunk? Trying to have a conversation with a dog. If Queequeg can be called that. He's sitting in front of him, his ears perked up, and he's slightly panting. He looks harmless, but Mulder knows better. His latest crime is just further proof. 

When Scully showed up here at his apartment late last night, Queequeg at her heels, he only had eyes for her.

"I- it's silly," she'd said, blushing. "I don't want to be alone tonight." She didn't ask if she could come in, and he didn't make a big deal out of it, letting her inside. She had food for the dog, and her meticulously packed overnight bag. She came prepared.

They didn't speak. What was there to talk about? Scully said all there was to say in the hospital. They shouldn't let Robert Patrick Modell take up another minute of their time. Easy to say, much more difficult to achieve. Before she showed up, he'd already given up on the idea of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the click of his gun, and felt Modell in his head like a fly, trying to make him do what he couldn't even fathom.

Shoot Scully.

But he hadn't. She'd saved herself, and him. 

"I'm glad you're here," he said after a while because it was the goddamn truth. But he had to remind himself that it hadn't happened. That whatever Modell had tried, he hadn't succeeded. Scully just smiled at him.

That was last night. After everything, he'd barely taken notice of Queequeg. But while Mulder had ignored him, the fur ball must have already been plotting his crime. With his bedroom still a mess, and his bed hidden somewhere in there, there had only been one place to sleep for Scully. His couch.

Gentleman that he is, he offered to sleep on the floor, but Scully had said no. And when Scully says no, you listen. So they shared the couch. A few "is this okay" and "are you comfortable" later, and they fell asleep wrapped up in each other, needing each other's warmth and presence. Even if neither of them would admit it. There was, naturally, no space for Queequeg on that couch. And that, Mulder figures, was the last straw for the Pomeranian. 

"You have zero regrets, huh?" Queequeg is still staring at him, sitting still. "You know, I thought I'd take you with me on my morning run. Give you some exercise. What are we gonna do now?"

"Mulder?" Scully's sleepy voice comes from the living room. So much for letting her sleep in. It had already been a gamble disentangling from her earlier. He didn't want to get up. Her hand over his chest, her solid form pressed against him, he just wanted to lay there. But he'd heard Queequeg's nails on the kitchen floor, and a noise he couldn't place, and decided it would be better to check on the dog. If only he'd woken up sooner.

"Is everything okay?" Queequeg, his tail wagging, greets Scully by licking her hand.

"Your dog has a very strange palate," Mulder says. 

"Hm?" She turns to him, and for a moment he forgets everything. Her hair is tousled and her freckled face fresh and devoid of makeup a sight to behold. She's barefoot and wearing her pajamas, in his apartment, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. 

"He doesn't just eat people," Mulder says once he's gathered his thoughts. "He apparently also likes the taste of running shoes." He shows her what's left of his shoe. There's a huge gap where the cap of the shoe should be. 

"Oh Mulder," she says, and he knows she's trying to remain serious, but her lips are twitching. "I'm so sorry. I'll buy you new ones."

"I suppose I still have an old pair somewhere. But all that plastic he ate? Do you think he's okay?" Queequeg shoots him a look. A truce, Mulder supposes. 

"I'm going to take him to the vet. Just to be sure." 

"I'll drive you."

"Mulder, you don't have to."

"I want to. Queequeg ate my weekend plans. Let's have him checked out and make sure his unusual breakfast choices aren't causing any problems."

"Thank you, Mulder. For- for everything." 

"I should thank you," he says. "I wouldn't have been able to sleep last night if it hadn't been for you." She blushes but then she slips her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. She doesn't want to let go and neither does he. Mulder holds her, amazed how tiny she is without her heels on, and closes his eyes. He doesn't know how long they stay entwined like this, but it's enough time for Queequeg to circle them and throw up the remnants of his running shoe all over his feet. 

#fictober23 #the grammar is all over the place isn't it #please be kind <3 #i wanted to try something new #msr #my writing #my fic

[leelee10898]

Fate

For this little drabble we are taking it back to the beginning. It is a what if they didn't find Tariq and Riley left. I used the prompt 'thats the way the story goes' for @choicesflashfics .

If you'd like to be added to tags, let me know.

Book: TRR; Liam x Riley

Warnings: none. Sad fluff

Word count: 874

Liam stood in the back of the crowded ballroom, a scotch in his hand as he watched the attendees of this year's UN Gala. Of course, it had to be held in New York City, the place he loved and hated equally the same. Hated may be too strong a word for the city that never sleeps, suffering may be a better fit and Liam was suffering. It had been a year since the social season and his entire world came crashing down around him. The scandal, the engagement to Madeline, her name being drug through the mud, and she handled it all with her head held high. But the one thing that stood in his way of true happiness was Tariq, who eventually was found, six months after he needed to be found. He gave his statement, clearing her name but it was too late, Riley was gone. 

He watched as a couple stole a quiet moment off to the side of the room and he felt the chains on his heart tighten. It was time to go. Quickly crossing the room, he set his empty glass on the table and stepped out into the night air. "Would you like me to call the car around, your majesty?" Fredrick, one of the royal guards asked. 

"No. I think a nice walk is needed. Thank you, Fredrick." 

Fredrick nodded and fell a few paces back as Liam maneuvered the bustling streets. He thought about the last time he was in the City. Riley, Drake, and Maxwell had flown to Los Angeles to find Tariq, but only when they arrived they found the apartment he had been staying in, just no sign of Tariq, he was long gone, and no forwarding address. The decision for Riley to leave was her own, even though they both knew she didn't want to deep down. Liam tried to beg her to stay. They would keep looking, and even if he was never found they could find a way to make it work. Riley knew the toll the press and surrounding countries would take on Liam, she read tabloids, the press would constantly question everything, Riley would be cheating on Liam at every turn according to them and then the country would look unstable, ultimately with a tear-filled goodbye, she left, changing her number and address. 

Liam knew he could never marry Madeline, he loved Riley and that was more than enough to end the engagement for him. He knew that Riley loved him and more than anything he wanted to believe that fate would bring them back together just as it had before. A few drops of water splashed across his face as he kept his pace. 

Liam walked a few more blocks, the rain began to fall heavier,  he quickly ducked into a pasty shop in hopes the rain would soon subside. 

"Can I help you with anything?" The woman behind the counter questioned.

Liam approached the counter as his eyes swept the glass "Cronuts," a nostalgic smile spread across his face. "Please." 

Liam thought back to the night Riley took them all on a late-night cronut run. She raved about this delectable confection that hailed from the USA and was both a croissant and a donut combined. He thought it too good to be true, that maybe Riley was wrong about something but that first bite only proved that the woman just like the pastry was more than what meets the eye. 

"You look about a million miles away." The sales clerk's voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Must be a hell of a thought.  " She smiled.  

"It was." Liam smiled again,  "Boy meets girl, girl travels halfway around the world to try and win the hand of said boy. Boy and girl fall madly in love and then disaster tears them apart. Or that's the way the story goes."

"That sounds like quite the fairy tale. Here, hun, it's on the house." The woman offered him a smile as she slid the bag across the glass. Liam thanked her and dropped a large bill into the tip jar. 

Liam grabbed the bag about to make his way to a table to wait out the rain when the door jingled as it opened.  "the usual Rose," the woman's voice came from behind and he stopped dead in his tracks. That voice, the same one that plagued his thoughts, his dreams. The one who whispered his name so tenderly, the voice that could bring him to his knees in an instant.  There was no way it was her, in a city so big what were the odds? 

Slowly he turned, his palms sweaty, every nerve ending buzzing with pent-up hope and want."Riley." He whispered. She stood there completely still, unshed tears threatening to spill over. He shook himself out of his daze, willing his feet to move as he crossed the space between them. 

"Li- Liam? Is it really you? Are you really here?" She reached out for him only to hesitate unsure if she should. Liam took notice of her hesitation, reaching out for her hand.  "It's me Riley, I'm here fate has brought us back together and this time I'm never letting you go." 

@kingliam2019 @ao719 @emichelle @annabellewynter @twinkleallnight  @tessa-liam @riseandshinelittleblossom @blackcatkita @katedrakeohd @tinkie1973 @ownworldresident @cordoniaqueensworld @lovingchoices14 @indiana-jr @txemrn

#trr fanfic #choices trr #leelee10898writes #drabble #trr #king liam #choices flashfics

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day Twenty-Six - Crystal @sapphicmicrofics

April Daily Series - 874 words

Mild NSFW - toy reference, light petting

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

“You have no shame,” Dorcas chastised, her hands firmly rooted to Marlene’s hips.

“That’s old news. Don’t pretend that you don’t like that about me.”

Marlene distracted herself arranging Dorcas’s braids into a neat bunch, then gently pressed her thumbs into the tense neck muscles underneath. Immediately, Dorcas’s shoulders relaxed and her chin dropped. If Marlene was an inch or two closer, Dorcas would be buried face first in her chest.

Missed opportunities, so many missed opportunities.

“Gods, that feels good…” Dorcas trailed off into a soft groan as Marlene attacked the knots in her shoulders.

“Let me guess, you’re working too much,” Marlene said, rubbing at a pressure point until Dorcas’s sharp wince eased.

“Too much is subjective. I do what needs doing.”

With a disapproving frown, Marlene splayed her hands and worked the trapezius muscle where Dorcas tended to grow stiff from hunching over her laptop. It was rather obvious that Dorcas wasn’t using any of her normal relaxation techniques. She was wound tighter than ever.

“No yoga?” she asked. “I’d say Pandora’s crystals aren’t helping.”

Dorcas shrugged lightly, then sighed. “I haven’t had the time to do much of anything lately.”

“At least use a vibrator, Cas, you need to relax.”

“Right, it’s not like Pandora will notice from four feet away,” she snarked. Dorcas tapped her fingers pensively against Marlene’s hips. “Privacy is expensive in SoHo.”

Marlene scrunched her nose. “Fair point. The shower then?”

“Hot water doesn’t last long enough.” Dorcas’s fingers slipped into the belt loops of Marlene’s jeans and pulled her closer. Then, she smoothed her palms over Marlene’s bum and squeezed. “You were right about one thing.”

“What’s that?” Marlene asked.

“Your bum is inspiring all sorts of stupid ideas.” Dorcas leaned forward and pressed her forehead to Marlene’s shoulder, closing the gap between them. “I missed this. Missed you.”

Marlene reminded herself to breathe. Her nerve endings lit up the moment Dorcas’s chest met hers and now sizzled in anticipation. “I missed you too. Still do.”

“Marly,” Dorcas whispered against her skin. “I really missed you.”

Marlene smiled at the nickname as she leaned into Dorcas’s embrace. “I’m right here, Cas. What do you need?”

“Just this…for now.”

“Kiss me?” Marlene nudged Dorcas’s cheek with her nose.

Dorcas hummed indecisively for a full thirty seconds before turning her head to brush her lips over Marlene’s cheek, then trailed down her jaw with hardly any pressure. It tickled more than it excited her.

“More.”

When Dorcas reached her right ear, she nibbled teasingly at the ear lobe before tracing the tip of her tongue up and around the shell of her ear. Marlene gave in to a quiet moan that was more vibrations than sound. Dorcas sucked Marlene’s ear lobe into her mouth and laved her tongue over it until Marlene shivered violently.

“Fuck.”

Dorcas grinned as she worked her way down Marlene’s neck. “So sensitive.

“Only for you,” Marlene said automatically. Her eyes fell closed as the delicious sensations sparked under her skin.

“Liar.”

Marlene tensed, then forced herself to relax. “That was a reflex…before I mean…at the pub. Couldn’t — fuck — stop it because I was…thinking about you.”

“What were you thinking about me while standing next to her?” Dorcas prompted. She nipped at Marlene’s collarbone.

“How close you were, how it would feel if you touched me,” Marlene said. Her head fell to the side to give Dorcas more room. “The way you scoffed at my drink.”

Dorcas’s breathy laugh against her skin was warm and sensual. “A Sex on the Beach? Really?”

“Apparently drinking a beer was in bad taste.”

“Your beer is a bad taste, but vodka?”

Marlene curled two fingers under Dorcas’s chin and met her eyes. “It didn’t matter though. I still couldn’t think about anything besides you. You’re in my head every moment of every day, it’s a wonder that you manage to accomplish so much.”

Dorcas pecked at her lips, just once, before pulling back. “What happened when I went to the loo?”

I lost my nerve.

“I tried to follow you,” Marlene admitted sheepishly, “and she wouldn’t let me go. James must have seen it, because he was right behind me a minute later. Then, Regulus intervened.”

Dorcas’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I assumed that it was Pandora who—”

“Not until later. When Regulus raised his voice, Lily tried to calm the situation, but then Pandora charged in…”

“And it exploded.”

Marlene nodded. “I still wanted to find you.”

“You didn’t have to, we’re not—”

“I wanted to explain. It was before you arrived and I was already several drinks in. I wasn’t trying to make you jealous, I swear.”

“Dangerous, more like,” Dorcas corrected, slipping her hands under Marlene’s shirt and stroking her lower back. “Narcissa Malfoy is a nasty piece of work.”

Marlene flinched at the name. “Yeah, I know.”

“Then why?”

“I needed a distraction. Your voice was in my head and I was surrounded by couples,” she admitted. “I wanted somewhere to direct all of the feelings that you stirred up.”

Dorcas lifted a hand to Marlene’s cheek and she immediately leaned into it. “I’d prefer you direct them to the source.”

If that’s not an invitation, then I don’t know what is.

#dorlene microfics #dorlene #marlene x dorcas #marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadows #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #slytherin skittles #the marauders era #marauders women

[spoiledleaff]

Keep thinking about Mountain and Dew and Swiss fucking Auroa. Mountain and Dew in her cunt and Swiss in her ass or throat.

woah!! hell yeah, anon, now you're speaking my language, haha! ♡ this was such a lovely prompt, i'm so sorry it took me so long!

explicit ✿ cw ; triple penetration ✿ she/her aurora + he/him mountain + dew + swiss ✿ wc ; 874. terminology for aurora includes ; clit + pussy/cunt + folds ✿ terminology for mountain + dew + swiss includes ; cock/dick.

It's not that Aurora didn't believe Cumulus when she mentioned that everyone currently summoned into the Ghost project were all... incredibly intimate with each other. She just-

Well, she wasn't quite expecting this.

She's currently being pushed down face-first into sage green sheets that smells somehow of ashes and cedar wood. The owner of said sheets is currently laid out underneath her, his tongue swirling around her pierced nipple with a malicious grin. Mountain's cock is currently spearing her cunt open. Wide.

He's splitting her open like a saw, and he's barely even moving. The earth's sin is simply purring, content to have Aurora's tits practically smooshed into his own mouth as Swiss shoves her face further against the stain sheets.

The multi ghoul is howling away, his jaw open as his lips are curled into a feral grin. Swiss is panting and spitting out various combinations of both praises and filth as he jackhammers into Aurora's tight asshole. Her tail is in Swiss' nefarious hands, the larger sin showing no signs of hesitation when it comes to tugging her lithe tail in every which direction. The base of her tail is so tingly and sore, and the water's sin can practically feel the way the skin of her ass cheeks vibrates with every slap of Swiss' balls against her cheeks.

"You fuckin'- dickwad!" Dewdrop growls from behind her, his claws furiously trying to find purchase in the bone of her hips and the meat of her spread thighs.

The backs of her thighs burn terribly with Dewdrop's uneven pace, the poor little bastard failing to keep pace with Swiss' rampant thrusting and Mountain's sheer existence. Dewdrop's growling underneath his breath, taking out his thinly veiled frustrations on Aurora's thighs. She can't see the marks, but the little ghoulette knows that she won't be able to sit still for the rest of the week.

Mountain moans against the swollen skin of Aurora's nipple, lifting her top half slightly so that the earth ghoul can turn his attentions to her other nipple. Her keen is choked off when Swiss pushes her head back down against the sweat soaked sheets. He's laying still - with the occasional exceptions of when Mountain decides to switch nipples - and yet, some-fucking-how, his cock is the one that Aurora feels the most intimately as his tapered head brushes against her cervix.

Dewdrop snarls, smacking Swiss' ass from where it's bouncing in front of his face. The slap has Swiss playfully hunching further over Aurora's stretched body, the wide plane of his back completely overshadowing her much tinier vessel.

"Oh, doll," Swiss purrs loudly into her ear, obnoxiously licking over her earlobe, "the little ankle biter's so fucking mean to me-"

"What?!" Dewdrop screeches, and Aurora would normally laugh at the outburst if she didn't have three different cocks burrowed deep inside her. "You absolute asswipe, I can't breed this cunt properly when you're shoving your ass in my goddamn face!"

Swiss twists around to coo at the enraged Dewdrop, which doesn't help diffuse the situation at all. Luckily for Aurora's backside, Swiss' thick knot has stopped bumping against the rim of her asshole, but Dewdrop's tiny little dick is still enough of a stress for her pussy when fucking Mountain's sheathed inside her to the goddamn hilt-

"I dunno, babe." Swiss singsongs, shimmying his hips and laughing loudly when Dewdrop scoffs. "Sounds to me like this foozler's just looking for excuses as to why his pathetic little clit can't fuck some strumpet's cunt properly-"

Dewdrop howls in anger, his claws digging deep into the meat of Aurora's upper thighs, forcefully dragging her hips closer and causing her inner walls to drag over Mountain's girth. His cock jackhammers in and out of Aurora's puffy folds. The blunt head of his cock occasionally catches on her clit ring, but the fire's sin is quick to push himself right back inside with a slap on her bare cunt. He's muttering something underneath his breath, but Aurora can't hope to hear it over the loud cackling coming from Swiss. The multi ghoul's large palms are shoving Aurora further down from her shoulder blades, using the leverage to ram his own fat cock in and out of Aurora's clenching asshole with renewed vigor and a tug on the base of her tail.

The stretch is insane. Utter madness as Aurora has the motivation to do nothing else but release stuttered moans. She's about to call her safeword, maybe scream 'red', or just try to crawl away from the relentless assault on her holes, but then-

Then Mountain's sneaky fingers are playing with her clit.

The earth ghoul's lips have unlatched from Aurora's puffy nipples with a satisfied grin; she can feel the texture of his fangs against her sternum as he peers up at her with lidded eyes.

He tugs on her clitoris, and she screams-

"If your holes aren't gaping by the time I'm done fucking you - no, baby, actually fucking you - then we're gonna flip you over and stuff your holes until you can't clench down on fucking anything, and my cum is gushing out of that sloppy fucking holes of yours, yeah?"

Aurora keens as Swiss' knot is pushed fully inside her asshole.

#i hope this is okay! :d i had a ton of fun with it hehe! <3 #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #polyamorous ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #nsft #ficlet #ficlet request #ao3 #spoiled writing

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #851-900

851. Lead Acetate Ectoplasm 852. Spectra John Constantine's Ex 853. Spectra Secretary of Ra's 854. tiddies 855. Lancer Long Lost Friend of Constantine 856. Steph/Cass/Dani Propoganda 857. Paulina/Damian. Mentor to Lovers 858. Jason/Jazz/Roy ;) 859. Dash/Bart Jogging 860. Kwan/Clark Office 861. Tucker Speed Talks 862. Kwan/Clark Mailman 863. Dani/Kara Alien 864. Duke/Danny Eldritch <3 865. Danny/Dick/Wally Racing 866. Jazz/Cass Therapist AU 867. Soft Jason/Lancer Downtime 868. Ghost Platypus Danny 869. Danny Construction Worker 870. Dash Construction Worker 871. Paulina Pharmacist 872. Tour Guide Danny 873. Danny & Kyle College Roommates 874. Danny Air Force Pilot 875. Danny Air Force GL Hal 876. Cass Eldritch AU 877. Danny Arkham Secretary 878. Clark Danny Coffee Shop AU 879. Kon-El Saves Tucker 880. Danny Arkham Receptionist 881. Dan Hired at Daily Planet 882. Guy Trains Jazz 883. Kyle Trains Jazz 884. Tucker is GL 885. Zombie Danny AU 886. Speedforce Parasite 887. Fenton Adopts Billy 888. Captain Marvel Skulker 889. Dan/Jimmy 890. Sam Band AU 891. Lord Death Man 892. Jazz Becomes Politician 893. Lawyer Tucker AU 894. Dani Art Museum Tour Guide 895. Batman White Knight 896. Jack is Hourman 897. Ric Grayson GIW 898. Wes Mistaken for Wally 899. Fenton GL Constructs 900. Jason Jailed by Walker

#dpxdc #danny phantom #bones prompts #prompt masterlist

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #874

Factive A likes going on walks around the town. One day, their mannerisms get them mistaken for their source self by someone they run into while out on a walk.

#pluralgang #plural system #plurality #pluralprompt #prompt blog #prompt #factive #any tone #source talk

[tessa-liam]

Marabelle

Marabelle

🔻 Prologue: 

The Royal Romance, an AU series 

Series premise: An American teenager from New York city is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobles, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret? 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC (Sophia) 

Other Pairing: Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC (Daniel)  

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Sophia Taylor and Bethany Beaumont. 

Rating: M *Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language. Please excuse all errors.

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

Words: 874, Read: 4 minutes 

Music Inspiration: Everybody Hurts by Tina Arena 

A/N: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #17, Prompt # 2 “Does it ever stop hurting?” - “No, you just make room for it.” @choicesficwriterscreations 

A/N2: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the US; is Barthelemy Beaumont’s 2nd wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) was Bertrand’s mother. 

A/N3: My submission for Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation 

Marabelle 

Prologue: 

Sophie Taylor was excited but also nervous about this new adventure. Stepping out of the airport terminal, she breathed in the warm, fragrant air of her new home. 

She never imagined that she would ever be living in a different country, across the Atlantic Ocean; let alone starting her first year of studies at the University of Cordonia in the Fall. 

Graduating from high school two weeks ago, she was leaving behind everything she ever knew about life.  

But ever since her mother was diagnosed with cancer last Christmas, Sophie knew that her mother would start planning for her to live with her aunt in Cordonia when she passes. It was just a matter of time. 

Her father had died tragically, four years before, while on the job as a firefighter. Having no siblings, or other relatives living in the U.S., she would be all alone if she stayed in her home. 

Interrupting her thoughts, she heard her name being called. Sophie turned to see a familiar face in the crowd gathering at the luggage carousel, waving at her frantically. 

“Sophie!” Maxwell cried out as he ran up to her. 

“Max, it is so good to see you!” She dropped her luggage and allowed her cousin to fiercely hug her as she hugged him back in return. 

Like Sophie, Max would be attending U of C, in the Fall. Even though he was in his fourth year master's program, Sophie welcomed the fact that she would know at least one other person on campus. 

Her cousin Bertrand stepped up next to greet Sophie. Always the nobleman, he lifted her hand to place a kiss. 

“It’s so good to see you. I hope your flight was comfortable.” 

“It’s great to see you again, Bertrand.” 

Her older cousin was the Duke of Ramsford, who in effect had assumed the responsibilities of his father as the patriarch of Duchy Ramsford. Her Uncle Barthelemy was currently in a coma with his health in decline. His doctor forbade his current wife, and his sons, from visiting him at the personal care home in Vallenheim, claiming that it was a directive given to him by Barthelemy himself. 

Inside the town car, travelling through the Cordonian countryside to the Beaumont estate, Sophie and Max were deep in discussion getting re-acquainted after not seeing each other for a couple of years in person. 

“Are you excited about starting classes in the Fall? I know you will love it there...I have so many things to show you!” 

Starting her MBA at the University of Stormholt in the Fall, 17-year-old Sophie was anxious about having to adjust to not only losing her mom, but also navigating a new school environment. 

“I am so grateful that you will be there. I feel like a ‘fish out of water’ in so many ways.” Sophie’s lip quivered and her hands started to tremble. 

“Gosh Soph, I am so, so sorry for rambling on. I cannot even imagine the level of stress you are under.” 

Maxwell wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. 

“What about you, Max? 

Uncle Barthelemy won’t let you visit him in the hospital. That must be so hard to deal with for you and Bertrand. 

Does it ever stop hurting?” Sophie asks.

“Well, no, you just make room for it.” Maxwell sighs. 

“It is what it is, Maxwell. There is no point dwelling on it.” 

Changing the subject, Bertrand asks, 

“Sophia, I know that you love horses. How would you like to adopt a horse for your very own?”  

Bertrand had information on a retired derby racer that needed a new home. House Beaumont had a horse stable and was considering adding more horses. 

“Really? That would be wonderful...but, I do not want to be a bother.” 

“Nonsense! Consider it done!” Bertrand smiled. 

“Welcome to House Beaumont, Sophie!”, Maxwell announced, as the town car slowed to turn down the long drive of the duchy. 

Looking at the beautiful estate owned by her Uncle Barthelemy and Auntie Beth, Sophie appreciated how far away from her hometown of New York City she really was. 

“Yes, welcome home,” Bertrand smiles fondly. 

Tagging tumblrs showing interest for this fic from Sunday Six. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed⚘️@angelasscribbles @kyra75 @mom2000aggie @ao719 @writing-not @busywoman @703cowbarn @princess-geek @kingliam2019 @txemrn @harleybeaumont

#maxwell beaumont #maxwell beaumont appreciation #the royal romance #liam rys #trr #the royal romance fanfic #choices flashfics #cfwc fics of the week #prince liam #trr liam x oc

[crystallizedkingdoms]

Johann Appreciation Week is in, well, a week! Here are the second fics of the weeks i have done over the years! you can find the first ones here.

2021 - Prompt: Family (M/M, General, 874)

Man, this one and the rest in this 2021 lineup are… old! It’s a little tough to reread them, but they’re still charming in their own little way. This one was a short fic centred around Johann’s little found family. Short and sweet!

2022 - Prompt: Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear (M/M, Teen, 1.1K)

I remember being late to finishing this fic because i was too busy with the Mitski concert :) This fic is johavi centred, with a focus on Avi comforting Johann after he has some little doubts about his music.

2023 - Prompt: Overture (M/M, Teen, 2.8K)

Another johavi fic! In this one, Avi invites Johann to watch him, Sweet Flips, and Magic Brian spar in the icosagon. Johann gets extremely gay bout it.

#taz #taz balance #johann appreciation week #taz johann #taz avi #johavi

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 2 – WINTERIRON FAVORITES

odour of peace by Potrix

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 874 Tags: A/B/O, Scenting, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: As a Beta, Steve might be able to read Bucky’s body language, but he can’t smell the sour, panicked scent basically rolling off of him, growing stronger and thicker by the second. Tony can, though, and he doesn’t even think before he moves closer to Barnes, led by basic instinct more than anything else. He ignores Steve’s concerned, “Tony,” as he comes to a stop only inches away from Barnes, and waits until Barnes meets his eyes before he bares his neck in invitation.

Reasons why I love it: Short and sweet, this fic is one that I always return to for a little pick-me-up. Bucky getting the comfort he deserves just warms my heart, especially when it's Tony offering it. Throw in some A/B/O dynamics and I'm a goner. A wonderful fic, definitely check it out!

Pretending by cagestark

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 3,075 Tags: Female!Tony, Drunk Sex, Friends With Benefits

Summary: Bucky takes care of drunken Toni's every last need.

Reasons why I love it: This fic just makes me so goddamn soft. Bucky is so whipped for Toni, and it's honestly adorable. Plus, the smut and the humor throughout are absolutely superb. I love this fic to death, and I bet you will too, so please give it a read!

Fate Strings Not Required by Akira_of_the_Twilight

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 7,032 Tags: Soulmates, Bodyguard Bucky, Meet Cute

Summary: “Hey doll,” a new voice said from Tony’s side. Tony glanced at the person approaching. Someone was working the rugged, bad boy look. The new guy rocked a leather jacket and blue jeans. His blue eyes lit up with joy as he approached Tony. “Something wrong here?” The new guy gave the first guy--the one insisting he was Tony's soul mate--a once over then turned his full attention on Tony. “You’re looking a little stressed, anything I can do?” Tony took the hint. Tony wrapped his hand around the new guy’s elbow. He kept his touch light and breakable in case he’d misread the cue. “Just some guy claiming to be my soul mate, babe.” The new guy’s eyebrows rose to his hairline in surprise. He chuckled and gave the first guy a smirk. “Strange. Last time I checked we were soul mates.”

Reasons why I love it: I'm a sucker for soulmate fics, and this one is no exception. Give me all the meet-cute, protective Bucky and little shit Tony shenanigans! One little warning though that Tony is underage when he starts dating Bucky, but they wait until he's of age for any below the belt touching. If that's not a squick for you, I'm sure you'll love this fic as much as I do!

Shameless by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,570 Tags: Flirting, Sexual Tension, Lust at First Sight

Summary: Prompt: imagine Tony and Bucky flirting everywhere, in the tower, out fighting random bad guy of the day over the coms, even out in public. it started as a game to see who could get the other to blush or fluster first but it dissolved into shameless flirting quickly. eventually it's Bucky who cracks first, pushing Tony up against a wall, kissing the living daylights out of him and using that super soldier strength to pick Tony up to hold against the wall. bonus if Clint walks in on them. Tony isn’t actually sure which of them starts it—he’d like to take credit, but if he’s learned anything it’s that Barnes is by no means a wilting flower. Besides, the start doesn’t matter as much as figuring out who’s going to actually finish it.

Reasons why I love it: Bucky and Tony engaging in a battle of wills about who's gonna crack first under the pressure of constant flirting? Hell fucking yes. Poor Clint being traumatized is just the icing on the cake. I love this fic so much, definitely give it a read if you like light-hearted fun!

Paths Are Made by Walking by Potrix

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 4,744 Tags: Getting Together, Pining, Protective Bucky

Summary: The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best. Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.

Reasons why I love it: I have a soft spot for Bucky being a motherhen and making Tony take better care of himself. This fic embodies all of that for me. And the pining is so sweet, it makes my teeth ache. A wonderful fic that I'd recommend to anyone who likes these boys being idiots in love!

#marvel #fanfic #winterion #ficrec #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation #a year in fanfic recs

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6 for finwe, 15 for feanor, and/or 31 for fingon for the prompt thing! :D

Finwë/Indis, G, 350 words | Fëanor & Indis, G, 874 words (from this prompt list)

6. poured forth their joy in music and song + Finwë | AO3

A soft breeze ran rippling through the fields as Finwë walked through the bobbing stalks. The light of Laurelin, now nearing its noon and the fullness of its splendor, shone warm upon his back and limned the fields in gold. Larks winged over the fields, and their bright songs warbled through the air.

Finwë’s heart felt lighter than it had in many a year, so light that he felt that if the breeze were stronger, it might bear him up over the fields on the wings of the wind. Were he inclined to dancing, he would have leapt through the fields.

But dancing was Indis’ part, dancing and singing as fair as that of the maidens of Nessa. Indis, to whom he was now betrothed, against all hope.

The sound of singing, as deep and golden as the honey that dripped from the combs of the beehives of Yavanna, spilled over the friths and fields, and Finwë, smiling, quickened his step.

In the field ahead, Indis walked singing. In her arms was a basket laden with bright fruit, and her hair, the color of cornsilk, hung plaited down her back. 

He called out to her, and she turned, and her song rose with joy at the sight of him. Setting aside her basket, Indis ran barefoot through the fields to greet him, and he swept her into his arms and spun her around. Her laughter fell upon the fields like rain, and Finwë felt it wash over his heart, welling up in the cracks that he had thought would ever remain after the loss of Míriel.

As he set her down, Indis slipped her hand into his, and her upturned face shone with radiant joy that he knew was reflected upon his own face. “Sing with me,” she said.

“I have not the voice of one of the Vanyar,” Finwë said, smiling.

Indis’ eyes glittered with mirth. “Sing with me.”

With a fond, indulgent smile, he joined his voice with hers, and the song of their joy spilled over the fields, and all who heard it felt their hearts lighten.

15. feign love + Fëanor | AO3

Indis stood before the fountain in the courtyard, a figure of gold beneath the silver light of Telperion. All was quiet but for the splash of the fountain and the songs of nightingales, singing in the garden beyond.

It might have been called peaceful.

Fëanáro stopped several paces away from Indis. “You summoned me?” His voice was curt.

India turned to face him, a graceful smile upon her face. Ever poised, she had always borne his displeasure with grace, hiding any true emotion that she might feel, which served only to stoke his ire further. 

His mother had never hidden her moods or thoughts. She was rock, staunch and unwavering in her opinion, and Indis was water, the placid stillness of a fathomless lake, ever slipping through his fingers before he could discover her true nature and purposes.

“Walk with me, Fëanáro,” Indis said. She had begun to use his mother name of late—an attempt, he suspected, at winning his favor.

It had not. He loathed to hear the name his mother had given him fall from Indis’ lips.

“I will make my words plain, Fëanáro, for I know that you do not care for indirect speech,” Indis said, opening the gate into the garden that spread behind the courtyard. “I have long sought to be for you the mother that you have lost, but I have come to realize that doing so was foolish. I can never fill her absence, as much as I might wish to to try to ease your pain—and I do wish for that, though I know you do not believe it of me.”

Fëanáro set his jaw and looked away at the silver-gilded branches of a nearby oiolairë, caring little for the direction the conversation was taking.

“I know also that you do not care for me and never have, no matter my actions,” Indis continued. “I have taken the place of Míriel, your mother, and I know that must be very difficult to bear.”

Fëanáro’s mood turned dark at her mention of his mother. “Such words fall easily from the lips of those who have never known such pain,” he said, nearly spitting the words at her.

Indis’ face softened, and Fëanáro looked away in anger. He cared even less for her pity than he did for her feigned empathy. Better if she had looked stung from his words than this.

“The words are paltry, to be certain,” she said, “for no one can understand the depth of what you have lost—not even I, though I have seen the great grief of your father.”

She paused, then again picked up the thread of the conversation. “But I wish you to know that I do not seek your love, not anymore. I know that I cannot turn your heart toward me through any effort of my own, though I will show you the same kindness I extend to everyone.” 

“I do not desire your kindness,” he said.

Indis stopped and turned toward him. “Let me speak very plainly. I wish to propose a solution to our discord, for the sake of your father and my husband, and for the sake of any children that come of our union, and for the sake of our people.” Her face was calm and placid, as if she were merely commenting upon the quality of a bolt of fabric or the taste of a dish served at a feast. 

“It is not good for the Noldor to see the House of Finwë thus divided,” she continued. “Therefore, I would ask you this: Show unity within the house when we are before our people—feign it, if you must. I have done all that I can to adopt Noldorin customs and honor my husband’s people, but I cannot keep the House of Finwë united by my actions alone.”

Fëanáro met her gaze evenly. “I cannot feign love that I do not hold, nor respect that I do not bear.”

Indis studied him. “Not even for the sake of your father and his kingship? He will not long hold the respect of the people if his own house is divided and marked by strife.”

“I did not cause it to become so,” Fëanáro returned, looking her in the eye. “I will not take blame for faults I did not cause.”

Indis was silent for a long moment, and her features were inscrutable. If his words had met their mark, she showed no hurt. “Think on what I have said,” she said at last. “You are often away among the hills and spend little time in Tirion anymore, and as such, occasions for displaying unity are few—but their employment would be beneficial for all.” She turned to leave. “Goodnight, Fëanáro.”

Fëanáro remained silent as she left, watching the dappled light of Telperion fall upon the ground through the long leaves of the lavaralda whose branches bent overhead and netted the stars in their interlacing arms. The leaves whispered overhead, stirred by the breeze carried in from the sea, and he watched the shadows of the leaves shift upon the ground.

There could be no unity among the House of Finwë for as long as Indis and her children remained in it.

#silmarillion #finwe #feanor #indis #silm fic #tolkien fic #i know i said i'd be writing platonic fills but indis worked so well for the first prompt that i just had to write her and finwe :D #thanks for the ask! i hope these fit the bill! #the silmarillion #my fic