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dixkens · 10 months

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You Rebuilt My Car

A double-drabble for fest.

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“You rebuilt my car,” said Bond, stunned.

“Yes,” said Q. “An interesting technical…”

“I could kiss you,” Bond teased.

“Please don’t,” said Q after a nearly imperceptible pause.

His tone was dry and bored. He’d rolled his eyes and was almost the picture of the disinterested quartermaster—who dealt with multiple deadly, flirtatious agents on a regular basis—almost.

Bond’s life, too often, depended on him noticing the things others didn’t want him to see. And right now, there was something that Q didn’t want him to see.

So, he looked.

“You didn’t rebuild the car I dunked in the Tiber,” said Bond.

“Please,” said Q. “It’s still drying out.”

“Nor the Jag 004 crashed in Monaco.”

“Unsalvageable,” said Q. “Not worth the effort.”

“I’d assumed this was too,” said Bond.

“Recreating the original modifications was an interesting technical challenge,” Q repeated.

“I’m sure.” Bond took a step closer. Q held his ground though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“You rebuilt my car,” said Bond, more gently than the first time. “I could kiss you.”

Not a statement.

An offer.

“Don’t,” said Q, eyes moving restlessly, looking everywhere but at Bond. “Not unless you mean it.”

#007 fest 2023 #teamcivilian #00q #james bond #q #double drabble #200 words

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hardly-an-escape · 3 months

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Fluffbruary Day 4

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated M • camera | lush | beau

The man’s skin practically glows against the dark blue of Hob’s sheets, pale and smooth, somehow both marble-like and lush in the first gentle dawn light streaming through the window.

The sight stops Hob in his tracks as he returns from the bathroom, standing naked in the doorway as the man begins to stir. One arrestingly blue eye peeks up at him from the pillow.

“Enjoying the view?” The unfairly deep and velvety voice is rough with sleep, slightly hoarse from the cries of pleasure that are still echoing through Hob’s mind from the night before.

“You could say that.” Hob places one knee on the bed, reaches out to run a hand lightly down the long, lean line of the man’s thigh. He shifts from belly to back, lying with one knee up, the sheet falling coyly along the V of his Adonis belt, just barely teasing at the dark patch of neat pubic hair and the gentle swell of his half-erect cock. “You are… so beautiful.”

“Come here to me,” the man says, beckoning Hob with slim fingers.

Hob hums. “I just have two questions first. What’s your name?” The man chuckles. “And… can I take your picture?”

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#a double drabble human AU for today!#200 words #my writing #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #the sandman #dreamling #I know we always headcanon human Dream as some kind of artist. but have you considered. artist Hob.....#photographer Hob

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 8 months

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Congratulations on not one but TWO milestones! You’re such a wonderful part of this fandom and you deserve all the love 💜

If you’re feeling up for it, I’d love to see what you come up with for:

Hunter + romantic + fem!reader + SFW + 200 words + "Let me take care of you." (I’m thinking Reader says the line to Hunter… that man needs some comfort and someone to take care of him for a change 🥹)

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Feverish

Hunter x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: hurt/comfort, fever, illness

Word Count: 200

Author's Note: Oh my gosh, D 😱 I can't believe you submitted a request for my little event 🥹 THANK YOU! You're such a big player in the fic world, so I'm just here fangirling over you, asking me to write you something. *deep breaths* You gave me quite the challenge with 200 words, but I was up for it! As always, please enjoy 💚

You're awakened in the middle of the night by the restless shifting of the duvet. You blink the sleepiness from your eyes and roll over to identify the source. To your surprise, it’s Hunter, tossing and turning his sleep in distress.

“Hunter?” you call with concern.

The only response you receive is soft grunts and labored breaths. You scoot over to him to get a better look. You place your hand to his face and instantly recoil at the heat radiating from it. You toss the covers aside, throw on your bathrobe, and exit the room.

You return with a small basin of water and a soft washcloth. You sit on the edge of the bed, placing the basin on the bedside table. You wring the water out of the cloth and gently pat away the beads of sweat on his face.

“Cyare?” he questions, the syllables broken up by heavy pants. “What–”

“Shhh,” you hush softly. “You have a fever.”

“Fever?” he repeats in confusion. Hunter tries to sit himself up, but you place your hands on his shoulders and gently push him back down against his pillow.

“Please, lie back” you soothe. “Let me take care of you.”

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dallianceangel · 15 days

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𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 🏍️💗

Might turn this into a multi-chapter fic, so please comment if that’s something you’d like to read😊

👋🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 👋🏼

“Don’t even bother, Ope,” you sigh heavily, trying to avoid eye contact with the man you once loved. “You’re married, and I’ve got a life to live.”

“I know,” Opie says, trying not to let his emotions show. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye. Now go home to Lyla.”

Exhaling deeply, he decides to walk away, a stray tear rolling down his cheek as he gets back onto his bike. Just as he’s about to start it up, he hears the roaring of a motorcycle edge closer. Turning around, he notices you jumping onto the back of the bike before it speeds away, the rider unknown but most definitely a Mayan.

A few hours later, you find yourself sitting on the back steps outside of a beautiful bungalow, sipping a mug of coffee as you watch the sun begin to set.

You feel someone caress your back, before they sit next to you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely,” you whisper, turning around to look at him.

“But not as beautiful as you.”

Snuggling in closer to him, Bishop presses a loving kiss on the top of your head. Sighing contently, you can finally breathe.

You’re never going back to Charming.

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gryfferin-gaybies · 1 month

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Prompt - hostage

200 words

Draco pulled Harry in for a hug before shoving him in the chest. "No! Potter, you idiot! Don't you get it? I'm the bait. They're trying to draw you out. You're giving them exactly what they want. You shouldn't be here!" He shook his head in disbelief as tears began to well in his eyes, partly because until now he thought he'd never see Harry again and partly because he knew that Harry had just made a huge mistake.

Harry reached out and pulled Draco back into his embrace, whispering close to his ear. "Don't you get it, Draco? I know. I know that I'm giving them what they want. I know that I'm risking my life. I know that I probably won't make it out of here alive. But it's all worth it just for the possibility that you do make it out of here alive."

"What are you saying?" Draco moved to look Harry in the eyes without leaving his arms.

"I'm saying that I love you and if this is how I die I'm alright with that because I know I did everything I could to save you. And I got to see you one last time."

#draco x harry #harry potter #drarry fanfic #drarry #adult drarry #fanfic #microfic #hostage #drarry microfic #drarry angst #confession #Drarry confession #200 words #drabble

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kay-elle-cee · 9 months

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Jily Week Drabbles: Day 3

Double Drabble for @thegobletofweasleys Jily Week Day 3! Prompt: Fuck JKR Day

“You really don’t have to do this. I can manage.”

Lily breathes deeply through her nose and looks up from the petition in front of her, signed by nearly every prefect, plus herself and James. She fixes the girl in front of her with a fierce look.

“You shouldn’t have to, Donna. Professor Braithwaite’s a cow and it’s clear that she’s doing this on purpose. She calls everyone else by name, it shouldn’t be any different for you.”

“Fuck Braithwaite,” James chimes in with a frown, hand on Lily’s shoulder as his eyes catch on where McGonagall approaches.

“Might I ask why my Head Students—and most of the prefects—skipping class?”

Lily steps forward and hands her a sheet of parchment littered with signatures. “We’re asking for the immediate removal of Professor Braithwaite.”

“Braithwaite? Whatever for?”

“Hostility and disrespect towards her students,” James provides, jaw set.

“What, all of you?”

“Yes.”

Exhausted, her eyes drop to scan the parchment and she stiffens as she reads.

“I see,” McGonagall nods, voice tight. “I’ll talk to the Headmaster and see what can be done.”

“It’s not right, Professor!” James calls to her retreating form, Lily squeezing his hand. “You know it’s not right!”

#jily week 2023 #jily #tw: transphobia #cw: transphobia #double drabble #James potter #lily evans #jple #200 words #tw: misgendering #cw: misgendering #fuck jkr

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xanthippe74 · 1 year

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Drarry microfic: Role play

“You are as insolent and audacious as ever, Potter. What makes you think you’re worthy of the noble House of Malfoy, which has stood proudly for a thousand years?”

“Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?”

“Hush, Harry. That’s what Father’s going to say, or something like it. How are you going to reply?”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll say, Draco believes me worthy and has accepted my proposal. I’m here to ask for your blessing, not your permission.”

“Then perhaps you should make your request in a less hostile manner.”

“Perhaps you should be less of an arrogant tosser for once in your bloody life.”

“Harry!”

“Look, do I really need to do this? It seems a bit… outdated. And he’s never going to approve, no matter how nicely I ask.”

“I suppose you’re right. Maybe it’s time to let go of some of the old customs.”

“Or… I could ask your mum instead. She won’t give me a hard time, will she?”

“No, she fucking adores you, and you know it. That’s a brilliant idea, Harry.”

“More brilliant than proposing to you when I was lying in St Mungo’s and high as a kite on healing potions?”

“Infinitely so.”

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "role play."

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#drarrymicrofic #my writing #200 words

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Menace

“I’m hungry.”

Yeah, no shit. Draco’s stomach was grumbling so loud, Harry could hear it all the way from the desk. He was meant to be concentrating here.

“Then make something.”

“But I’m too hungry. And the only thing in the fridge is old cheddar.”

Harry rolled his eyes and begged for mercy. He only had two days to read all these essays, and his vision was swimming. “Can’t—I’m sure you could whip something up with that.”

Draco batted his eyelashes. “I might be magic, but I’m no miracle. I’m not you.”

“Compliments will get you nowhere. I have to study, baby.”

He scowled, inching closer. “But I’m hungry. And you make the world’s best cheese toasties. Please. Please.”

God—Harry covered his face in his hands, helpless and dreadfully endeared. “Can’t you just order something in?”

“I could. Certainly. But then I wouldn’t have the world’s best cheese toasty in my hands, and you won’t have a very, very grateful boyfriend in your bed tonight.”

Harry considered this for a long moment. “How grateful are we talking?”

“Very.”

Well. He did have two whole days. With a grumble, Harry caved in, far too pleased to hide his grin.

#aimless fluff #lighthearted menacing #these are difficult times #we need lighthearted menacery #RockingRobin69 #200 words

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3starhurricane · 1 year

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Itoshi Rin is the puppeteer of the field, everything he does is calculated and flawlessly executes it, each and everyone is in the palm of his hands. Examines every little detail that others could overlook and proudly boasts about this unique skill he has, but here Rin panics over the simple thought of holding your hand. You smile at his bashful expression and lightly squeeze his hand for reassurance, in return Rin softly smiles at your action and intertwines your hands together. This version of Itoshi Rin is only for you to see and you wouldn’t have it any other way, the feared striker on field turned putty in your hands would bring envy from all his fans. Walking side by side down the street as you awe at certain shops or point out cute little trinkets that catch your eye, Rin takes notes of all your interests to buy next time. The twinkle in your eyes as you smile at him makes him treasure these moments the most, the moments where he feels it's only him and you in this world. As his heart beats with nothing but love and adoration for you and can’t help but whisper to you the words, “I love you.”

#itoshi rin #blue lock #drabbles #why not #writing #fanfic #love #why can’t he be real #200 words #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x y/n #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock rin itoshi #i need him #hopelessly in love #hopeless romantic #i want what they have #screaming crying throwing up

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thisapplepielife · 8 months

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*points up*

I saw that and it screamed Corroded Coffin, and I couldn't resist. So, here's a little Corroded Coffin double drabble:

Jeff is pretty proud of himself. He borrowed his sister's label maker specifically for this joke. He wonders how long it’ll take for them to notice. Probably longer than it should, they really aren’t the most observant bunch when they’re in the groove.

He stomps down on it aggressively, repeatedly, until he finally gets the attention he’s seeking.

Goodie looks down, and then leans closer to the floor to read it, rolling his eyes when he does. Goodie mouths asshole at him, and Jeff laughs. Eddie notices the commotion and leans down to see what’s so damn interesting, and then cackles. He knew Eddie wouldn’t get mad.

That’s okay, it’s Gareth’s reaction that Jeff’s really after.

Gareth can’t move from behind his drums to look for himself, but Eddie leans over to tell him what it says, and Gareth narrows his eyes, his rhythm faltering as he gives Jeff the dirty look he was expecting. That’s exactly what Jeff was after. That’s the good stuff. Ruffling Gareth’s feathers is always fun.

Jeff just wishes the damn pedals actually worked, it'd be fucking great to have that kind of control over them. It'd make him feel like a master of puppets.

#fic #double drabble #200 words #corroded coffin boys #corroded coffin #jeff stranger things #gareth stranger things #eddie munson #unnamed freak stranger things #he's goodie goodwin #corroded coffin fic #fluff #corroded coffin band practice #stranger things fic #st fic #stranger things ficlet #thisapplepielife: short fic

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adsdragonlover · 1 year

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Work Song

A Spideypool Songfic Drabble,

Thank god for Hozier

Peter trembles as he finally finishes speaking. It still hurts to talk about all those he’s lost. Ben, Harry, Gwen. So many of his loved ones laid in the cold, dark earth.

He can’t look at Wade, too ashamed.

“It’s not your fault,” Wade says, and Peter flinches.

“Yes it is,” Peter whispers. “It’s- all my fault. I’m the reason they’re in the ground.” He clenches his fists in the spandex of his suit, not caring how it’ll warp the fabric.

“I could’ve stopped the man who killed Ben. But I didn’t. And then he died. And I- I should’ve been able to help Harry. I should’ve- I could’ve tried harder.” He hastily wipes at the tears that are beginning to fall. “And Gwen,” his voice cracks. “I didn’t catch her.”

“She’s dead. They’re all dead. And I- I’ll never forgive myself.”

Wade reaches out and takes Peter’s hand. “I don’t really know what to say,” he admits. “But I don’t blame you.”

Peter sighs and squeezes Wade’s hand. “If it makes you feel better, you can’t kill me. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll always come back to you.”

Peter smiles, pulling Wade into a hug. “Thanks.”

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sapphireginger · 8 months

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Chocolatey Hate but Wolfy Love

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Stiles spent hours every day after school searching all the chocolate bars he could find. He’d bought the entire stock at the grocery store in the hopes of finding a golden ticket.

Late Friday evening, just after ticket number three had been found, Derek came home to find Stiles on the floor of their bedroom with dozens of chocolate bars stacked neatly on a tray next to him. He was now sluggishly picking up the wrappers with a frown on his face while listening to the announcer give the newest winner’s name.

“Stiles?”

Stiles looked up at Derek, tears of frustration forming in his eyes. “I know it’s stupid, okay? I just thought that maybe I’d get one. It was worth a shot.”

Derek’s heart broke but Stiles quickly went to bed. Derek was determined to find a golden ticket for Stiles.

It may have taken him an entire day, and spending a few hours with his Uncle Peter but it was worth it. Derek handed Stiles the ticket and Stiles’s eyes went wide in shock. “Der? How? You hate chocolate.”

Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles and buried his nose against his mate’s neck. “Mhmm, but I love you.”

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #sterek drabble #double drabble #200 words #willy wonka fusion #golden ticket #derek hale hates chocolate #derek hale loves stiles stilinski

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hardly-an-escape · 2 months

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Fluffbruary Day 29

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated T • breakfast | valley | sign

continuation of Days 4 & 21

The hotel doesn’t have much in the way of breakfast.

His stranger had dozed off again after their impromptu photo shoot quickly devolved into another roll in the proverbial hay; but Hob is buzzing with energy, so he dresses quietly and creeps down to the lobby. Only to find it rather barren.

There’s a coffee machine, a few muffins – prepackaged, not even fresh – and a sad fruit bowl with some mealy-looking apples. He assembles what he can, shoves some creamers and sugar packets in his pocket, and returns to the room.

His stranger is just stirring again when Hob lets himself back into the room.

“I come bearing provisions,” he says, setting the coffees on the bedside table and dropping his meager bounty in the man’s lap.

“Foraging for our survival?”

“Something like that. It’s slim pickings out there, I’m afraid. But hey –“ he picks up a muffin and wiggles it enticingly “– chocolate chip!”

“How decadent,” his stranger comments dryly. “You spoil me.”

“I’d like to,” Hob says honestly. Too honestly, probably, but then that’s a lesson he’s never been able to learn. “You look like you need a good spoiling.”

“Hmm,” hums his stranger. “Perhaps I will let you.”

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and that's a wrap on Fluffbruary 2024! this was so much fun. it was fun to challenge myself to keep things so short, and I actually ended up with some ideas I'd like to flesh out in longer fics. I can't believe I got something done for every day this month – I combined some prompts, but I used at least one for every day! you can find all my fills on my AO3.

also, I wrote this continuation of two previous days' fills and then remembered that they were originally in Hob's bedroom and not in a hotel, haha. but I don't feel like changing it now. I guess maybe they meet up again sometime after the first two fics!

#200 words #my writing #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #dreamling #the sandman #photographer Hob

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skeptiquewrites · 2 years

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Microfic: Fingers Interlock

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'still into you' by paramore. Inspiration from @babooshkart because I kept thinking of her kitchens while writing.

Molly had worried when Harry brought home a Malfoy all those years ago. She can't pretend she wasn't.

Draco Malfoy in her home, with a potted white orchid and dirt under his fingernails.

Harry had been expecting her to cast them out, clear by the way he kept wiping sweaty hands on his jeans. But he was her seventh son, the one she had never expected. Her home would always be open to him, no matter what.

Arthur stood behind her at the sink after that dinner. He pointed out the window, where they could see the outlines of Harry and Draco clasping hands. Arthur pecked her on the cheek.

"A dance?" Arthur held out a hand. She took it.

Harry and Draco are in the exact same spot now in the Burrow, twenty years on. Dinner's done. Molly can't hear their conversation, but Draco kisses the top of Harry's head, and they face the window and sway a little. She smiles, and slowly shuffles her way back to the couch.

That's what she wanted for all her kids. The warm contentment of a finished meal, a moment alone with the one you love in the kitchen, a little dancing.

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #200 words #idek #domesticity #outsider POV #molly weasley

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amorista · 2 months

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teeth

@sapphicmicrofics march 2024 prompt no. 1 — teeth.

Narcissa x Pandora

Narcissa, Pandora, smiles and teeth.

teen (because swear) - mostly canon compliant, sad but sweet, fluff and angst (just a bit of both), mutual pining, friendship, potion brewing, baby teething, double drabble, 200 words

I. “Dragon’s teeth are not in the recipe.” “I know.” And Pan smiled, wrinkled nose and eyes sparkling. “We’re trying something new.” And here it went Narcissa’s perfect score on potions. Again. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” She kept her voice level, commanding like Mother had taught her, like Bella did so well. But Pan’s smile only grew, a strand of blond hair falling over her eyes, the shade just a tad too dark for a Malfoy. Pan kissed her cheek, and Narcissa went still before smiling. “Please?” This time when the cauldron exploded, she wasn’t even angry.

II. Luna was teething, and she hadn’t slept in days when Narcissa arrived. Sweet-scent and stern-tone she’d perfect along the years and, fuck, Pan missed her. (And missing her was okay, they’d been friends for years before she married her brother. Missing her was just habit.) She napped restlessly, and Narcissa was on her sofa, both their babies on her arms, and Pan couldn’t breathe. They could’ve been twins. They could— She stopped there. Luna chewed on Narcissa’s knuckles, but Draco was asleep. “Put him in bed, please?” Before leaving, she kissed Narcissa’s forehead. Every time she smiled felt like victory.

#sapphicmicrofics #sapphic microfic #200 words #double drabble #hp femslash #narcissa black malfoy #pandora lovegood #narcissa x pandora #had a busy day sorry about the time #i didn't even know i needed this ship in my life #thank you for ruining me #why am i like this #send help #narcissa my beloved

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coneygoil · 1 month

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I’m determined to write 200 words everyday during spring break. Today I met my goal!

#writing stuff #writing is hard #200 words

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