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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years

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how do you imagine geralt would react if fem!jaskier got preggo with his child (lets say she fucked some god of fertily or something and it granted them ONE blessing)?

I could see that also in a fluffy setting, but I feel like fem!Jaskier would be really, really conflicted and really not excited, so I think it's all not that easy.

The only Jaskier that would be more against kids is probably lettenhove!Jaskier if it was omegaverse. and isn't that A THOUGHT 👀

#I'm still filling prompts!#fem!Jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #pregnancy mention #gosh I love fem!Jaskier still #but from what I imagined for her backstory and what was there inbetween #I'm 100% she rejects the mother role in the way that was expected of her - and if she warms up to the prospect at all...#hmmm #interesting prompt!#ALSO THE LETTENHOVE SIDE THOUGHT HAD ME GOING FOR - LIKE A WEEK #just saying 👀👀👀

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urghblergh · 3 months

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Doodles. 😌🌌🌈

@kibbitzer-blog

@mcspirkevents

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@mellon_soup (no Tumblr :( ?)

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starflungwaddledee · 7 months

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what is the name of the awtdy au? it looks to be an acronym of some sort

(any more stuff about the au in general is welcomed)

correct! here's the two page comic i made to answer this question instead of just typing out five words like a normal person because i am nothing if not committed!

#hopefully this fills the 'any more stuff' prompt though!#another potential title was “the infinity integer” which tbh i think still goes SO hard #anyway this is pretty much the nuts and bolts of the core AU #magolor teaches bandee how to build ancient artifacts and solve time anomalies #bandee teaches magolor how to feel a fucking feeling #awtdy au #my art #my comics #bandana waddle dee #magolor #cw injury #also i think this goes without saying but just due to a message i received last time i posted about them:#i have always headcanoned that they're both adults of the same age.#this scene is actually completely platonic but i'm going to tag this anyway just in case for folks who specifically want to avoid it ->#bandee x magolor #🍎

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tomaturtles · 29 days

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IT'S KAWOSHIN DAY!!! As well as the last day of Kawoshin Week :') It's been such a blast, gonna miss it when it's over

Kawoshin Week Day 7: Cuddling/domestic fluff! + Sleepover and Spinoffs (again)! Based on the Campus Apocalypse sleepover chapter ☺️

#shinji ikari #kaworu nagisa #kawoshin #neon genesis evangelion #campus apocalypse #nge #nge ca #toma draws #kawoshinweek2024 #CAwoshin again! wanted to ensure my favorite niche kawoshin got some representation in the week in case no one else did stuff with them...#which wasn't the case since literally every fill for the spinoffs prompt has been campus apocalypse!!! which i'm overjoyed about 🥺#my second option for today was finishing a sonicverse kawoshin wip for the free day prompt. but i already included sonic in the week with-#the song lyrics i used for my day 5 piece so i went with this instead #also went with this because. um. my original plan for today was actually. a CA fic for these same prompts set after said sleepover chapter #but i'm neither fast nor confident at writing so i. haven't finished it (i DID get it to almost 1500 words so far though! progress)#so i thought i'd color something i drew while thinking about it :')#i did it while taking a break from my day 5 piece and was pretty loose about it so it's not super polished and i'm not sure how i feel abt-#the colors but! it hits the soft cozy vibe i was going for and that's good enough for me #if i manage to finish the fic within the year i might still include it as a very late week entry... no promises though. we'll see

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johnslittlespoon · 14 days

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omg it was so hard to pick butttt could i request 1 and 2 from the smut dialogue list (list 3) with buck and bucky!

prompts | "i want to hear you beg" + "arch your back for me" + playing around with smth a little different for their dynamic <33 ~800 words of filth below the cut >:-) this was so much fun ahh thx sm for the request!!

“Oh, baby,” John rumbles appreciatively, sitting back to get a good look at Gale while he rolls his hips languidly into him. “Look at you.”

Golden hair frames Gale’s head on the pillow like a halo, blue eyes half hidden by heavy eyelids, doll–like lashes fluttering each time John sinks his cock in deeper. Messy love bites mark a trail south, scattered across his chest and stomach and increasing in numbers where angular hip bones and soft thighs had just begged for John’s teeth to make themselves at home.

Gale rocks his hips down, dragging his kiss–bitten bottom lip between his teeth to muffle a needy little noise as John’s eyes rake over him. That just won’t do.

John stills, wrapping firm hands around Gale’s thighs where they drape over his own, squeezing gently.

“Keep going,” Gale breathes out, eyebrows knit together in frustration, still trying to fuck himself on John’s cock.

John purrs out a laugh, heart twisting in his chest at the glare Gale shoots him; it’s hard to look intimidating when he’s laid out pliant and pretty and cock–drunk beneath him, but John doesn’t tell him so. He just snaps his hips forward once, watching with satisfaction when the scowl leaps off of Gale’s face as flushed lips fall open to let out a gasp.

“John,” Gale almost, almost whines when he makes no move to continue, lithe hands coming up to wrap around John’s wrists imploringly, and John hums thoughtfully, stroking his thumbs over Gale’s thighs.

“You need something?” He tilts his head, feeling a little thrill at the huff he gets in return.

Gale levels him with an unimpressed look, but the light flush that creeps over his cheeks betrays him.

“I want you to ask for it,” John murmurs. He grants Gale with the smallest roll of his hips to egg him on when he stays silent, and he feels his hands tighten around his wrists.

“Want you to fuck me, John.”

And oh, that’s something– his cock twitches at the rare vulgarity, and judging by Gale’s sharp inhale, he feels it. But it’s not quite what John’s looking for.

“That’s good, baby,” he praises him, delighting in the way his flush deepens. He leans down, sliding his hands up Gale’s hips as he goes, settling them on his waist. He brushes his lips against Gale’s in a ghost of a kiss, trailing them along his jaw until he reaches his ear.

“But I wanna hear you beg for me, Gale,” he whispers.

The immediate pressure around his cock as Gale reflexively clenches down has his head dropping into the crook of Gale’s neck momentarily, cursing under his breath. He can’t help but press his hips forward, needing just a bit of relief, sitting back up once he collects himself, determined to keep the upper hand.

“C’mon,” he rasps out, running his hands up and down Gale’s sides, fingers splaying over his ribcage. “I know you can do it, angel.”

Gale does whine this time, high and desperate in his throat, eyes slipping closed to hide from his own embarrassment. But–

“Please, John,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Need you.”

“Jesus, Gale,” John breathes, head spinning. “Good, so good, baby.”

John’s not going to push– that’s already a lot more than he’s usually able to goad out of Gale, and he’s going to unravel a lot quicker than he intends to if he keeps talking like that.

“Arch your back for me, pretty thing,” John prompts instead, beginning to shallowly fuck into him, and Gale does, tilting his head back on the pillow to bare his neck as his spine curves beneath John’s hands.

The sight nearly knocks the breath out of John, and he groans, sliding one hand under Gale to flatten his palm against the small of his back, feeling the way it flexes as he jerks his hips forward.

Gale cries out so sweetly when he really starts driving his cock into him, grasping desperately at John’s arms, face going slack as he finally gives him what he needs, and it gets to John like nothing else, forever dizzy with the knowledge that he gets to make Gale feel so good.

Dragging those pretty noises out of Gale and feeling him tremble because of him is what really does it for John every time, and it’s what inevitably has him tipping over the edge seconds after Gale spills over his stomach with a broken whimper.

John sinks his teeth into Gale’s collarbone just to feel him squirm beneath him as he fills him up, hands digging into his hips, rutting into him like he can bury his cock impossibly deeper, feeling nails scrabble at his back as the softest mewls escape Gale’s mouth.

He laves his tongue over the fresh indents in apology before lifting his head to capture Gale’s lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his gasps and sighs as he gives him a few more lazy thrusts, chest warm and fuzzy and lovestruck.

John smiles into the kiss, and Gale laughs softly, and god, he’s going to be the death of him.

#a bit of cheeky service!top john standing his ground for once because he wants to make his pretty thing beg? yeah <3 #little headcanon that some nights when john's in control he still knows not to push too hard or he'll end up pinned beneath gale lol <3 #sometimes it's a real effort to stay composed and in control because if gale wants to he knows exactly what to say to unravel john #but they both love the push and pull and the fight for control is half the fun some days mwah #buckbucky #clegan #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon spicy #johnslittlespoon prompt fills #still taking request asks from the prompt list btw! just very slow at getting to asks atm bc i'm busy writing yad(iym) <3

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maulfucker · 8 months

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So fucked up that obimaul is a rarepair. What do you mean not everyone is obsessed with enemies to lovers with a Force connection, where one side is completely obsessed with the other who barely acknowledges him (but is just as affected)

#hm i should make an original post tag #obimaul #like. say what you want but obi-wan saw a random dathomirian zabrak and immediately went 'maul?? alive??'#he DOES care about maul he just doesn't actively seek him out like maul does #post prompted by this song that makes me think about Maul in his crime lord era‚ all the luxury of the world within his reach‚#but none of it satisfies him because what he really wants is to find (and kill) kenobi #'another night up in the best suite; everything's gone wrong already‚ my body admits; dreaming so high the floor is the limit;#once again i got lost.. [...] another night i give myself‚ top of a skyscraper; i'm the king of the world‚ dreams for rent;#and when i look at myself i sigh with a low voice‚ 'i don't feel bad i just feel nothing''#(<- song is são paulo‚ 2015 by jão)#it's a song about feeling dissatisfied with the life of fame because there's an emptiness he can't fill with sex drugs or luxuries #and from the context of the album it's likely he's thinking about a past lover he's still not over #so. imagine with me.#i might make something out of this. maybe.#but like. posting about songs that make me think obimaul thoughts. not very productive. almost no audience.#... and while making this post i've been attacked by yet another song with a very obimaul words #'lie to me‚ run from me‚ we swear it doesn't count‚ in this way of ours‚ but it's not because i hate you that i can't kiss you anymore'#<- pilantra by jão and anitta

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prince-liest · 12 days

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Honoring @abstractsplat's idea of Alastor absolutely hating the slippery texture of silk sheets, because it just makes sense that Vox would be buying those. All iterations of Alastor cannot pass up the opportunity to mock Vox, regardless of gender. unu

#personal #writing snippets #my writing #hazbin hotel #nsft #I've ended up having a lot of fun with this fic #9.5k words and counting #gonna have to upgrade it from a week prompt fill tho bc it barely fits the prompt anymore klxjhfg #guess that means I'll prob post it earlier tho!#silver lining #anyway have this before I go off to BUY A CAR tomorrow #also I'm still very behind on asks sorry everyone

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kingthunder · 1 year

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Prompt for Geralt and Jaskier: “God I hate you” & “Prove it.” I know you’ll make a masterpiece (like all of your work)!!💜

Rience plays with him. Rience hits him. Rience lights a flame, and laughs, and laughs, and laughs, and all Jaskier can do is burn.

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Jaskier isn’t quite the same afterwards. The non-essential parts of him have gone up in smoke and what’s left is this: he has found out in the most intimate way possible that when it’s time for hurting—when the very meat of him is black and charred and he can taste the smoke of his own fat on the back of his tongue—that even then he cannot redirect the hurt onto Geralt. He’ll take it all and fold it up inside him and keep Geralt safe, even though Geralt didn’t do the same for him.

He wants to be angry about it. He wants to scream his righteous fury to the skies. Hell, he’s been doing that for a year already, in every tavern that will let him through the door, insisting that he wants Geralt to burn, burn, burn for what he did to Jaskier’s heart.

Only he isn’t angry anymore. He’s burned enough for the both of them. He’s just tired and lonely and misses his friend and wonders, like pushing on a bruise, if Geralt misses him too.

He wants Geralt to miss him too.

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Later, when everything has gone to hell and back and the dust has settled, Geralt comes to Jaskier’s room in Kaer Morhen.

“We can’t stay,” Geralt says. “I was trying to keep Ciri safe, but all I did was put everyone else in danger. I need to take her somewhere where she can be trained properly.”

Jaskier doesn’t know who Geralt means when he says “we.” It’s been weeks since they hugged through three inches of creaking leather and metal, and in that time he has yet to figure out if he’s still included in Geralt’s life or if the shapes they’ve been broken into don’t fit together anymore. He’ll love Geralt the same regardless, but he needs to guard his heart.

“I wish you the best,” Jaskier says, thrusting his hand out for Geralt to shake.

Brow furrowed, Geralt takes it. Then he turns Jaskier’s hand palm up and says, “What’s this?”

His thumb is running over the scars Rience left.

“It’s nothing,” Jaskier says.

“It’s something.”

So Jaskier tells him, because he could never really deny Geralt anything. His words are dispassionate, a simple recounting of events, but what he means is, I love you. What he means is, I’d do it again but please don’t make me. Describing the depths of his one-sided devotion, even in such dry terms, leaves him aching and raw, and by the end of it he can’t stop his chin from quivering.

He’s clenched his hand into a white-knuckled fist without realizing it. Slowly, Geralt unbends each finger. He presses a kiss to the middle of Jaskier’s palm and Jaskier’s nostrils flare with the effort of holding in a sob.

“Stop,” Jaskier says.

Geralt stops but doesn’t let go of Jaskier’s hand. He says, “Thank you for keeping Ciri safe.”

“Did a pretty shit job of that in the end, didn’t I?”

Jaskier’s chin is still quivering.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you like that again,” Geralt says. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How was I supposed to do that?” Jaskier says helplessly. “Oh hello Geralt, nice seeing you after all this time, I know you hate my guts right now, but by the way, someone tortured me for information about you, just thought you should know, cheers, mate.”

“I don’t hate your guts.”

“Yeah, well you did a pretty good impression of it.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not…good at feelings.”

“He’s sorry, he says. And no, you’re not. Good at feelings, that is—oh bloody hell.”

Geralt has started kissing Jaskier’s fingertips one by one. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs between each one.

“God, I hate you,” Jaskier says, whimpering. “You just do whatever you bloody want, don’t you?”

Geralt pauses and looks up at Jaskier, eyes troubled.

“Do you not want this?”

“I do,” Jaskier says. “Gods help me, I do, but I won’t give myself away so cheaply again, witcher. You have to want it, too. You have to really want it, with every poorly articulated feeling in that whole gorgeous body of yours.”

Geralt’s voice is rough. “I do.”

Jaskier cups Geralt’s cheek with his scarred hand and says, “Prove it.”

Geralt kisses him. It’s everything Jaskier has ever wanted and it’s not—quite—enough.

“Prove it,” Jaskier says again, breathing hard, his forehead rocking against Geralt’s. “Prove it,” he whispers, drawing back a fraction as Geralt’s lips chase his.

“I’m trying.”

“Not like that.”

Geralt pulls back far enough to look at him. After a moment of silence, Geralt says, “Come with us. Me and Ciri and Yen. Come with us. Then you can let me prove it every day. I’m tired of missing you.”

Jaskier smiles and finally lets Geralt kiss him again. Melts into it and kisses him back, warm and soft. He feels seen. Wanted. The hurt deep inside him dislodges itself and he thinks, for the first time in a long time, that it's possible to be happy again.

“That’s a good start,” Jaskier says.

#witcher #geraskier #fanfiction #prompt fill #geralt #jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier the bard #i'm sorry i don't know where all this despair came from #whump the bard #physically and emotionally #my ask box is still open for prompts if anyone wants to send me one #my fic

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demodoggonetired · 9 months

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" I'm Batty 4 U "

For the @steddiemicrofic September Prompt: Charm || 548 Words || Rating: T || Warnings: implied verbally absuvie parent, implied period-typical homophobia

It sweeps through the group like wildfire after the whole Vecna ordeal. Something about everyone trying to go back to normal, re-engaging with non-world-ending topics.

Out window shopping, El happens upon a charm bracelet display and within the week convinces Hopper to buy one for her and Max. And who’s to deny the girl that's suffered through so much.

El states it as her “momento of who she is, and those who helped her find that definition.” All while thumbing the rainbow and sunflower charms.

So it’s no surprise when Robin, Nancy, and Erica are seen wearing their own charm bracelet designs after Girl’s Night. Then through a spidering chain of conversations and convincing, the rest of the party soon each have custom bracelets.

For Steve though, the issue is that he’s just not a bracelet sort of guy. The occasional pinching when it doesn’t sit right. Constant jangling and shifting every time you move. It’s not for him.

(Plus he knows his Dad would make him throw it out if he ever saw it. “Jewelry isn’t for men.” and all that. (Of course I don’t agree, Robin. But I still don’t want to risk it getting tossed.))

Until Robin solves the problem for him. Turning his bracelet into a keychain for his car keys. And he didn’t realize just how much he’d come to care for said keychain once it’d stop pinching his wrist.

Exactly as El had painted it from the get-go; a constant reminder that he’s more than the harsh words his dad sneers as “encouragement”.

Of who he matters to and of who matters to him. His family.

But it’s not for another few months that his keychain gains a companion.

“Hey, uh. Hey, Stevie.”

They’d danced around one another for weeks. From exchanged glances at the hospital, to touching under the guise of lending a hand, pulling excuses to spend time together.

“Yea?”

Finally culminating in Steve getting fed up and testing the waters with a kiss ‘hello’.

“I know we’ve only been technically dating for a month now. But I’m pretty sure I remember you being a big relationship guy back in high school, and I figured well ‘Stevie probably never had someone buy him the cheesy anniversary gifts he bought for others’-”

“They weren't cheesy, they were well thought out-”

“And so, I got you something as a faux sort of ‘Happy One Month Anniversary’ gift.”

Eddie shoves the little trinket into Steve’s hands, forcing him to drop his book.

“Small towns, especially Hawkins in particular, suck and so I figured this is as public as we’d be able to be. And I know the bat was maybe a bold choice considering the bites and all that shit but- Actually maybe this was a bad idea- Ya know what, give it back right now, Stevie. This was stupid- I’m gonna do something else.”

Deftly leaning away, Steve hooks his arm around his boyfriend so he can’t lunge for the keychain again.

“Oh hell no. My boyfriend gave this to me, it’s mine now. You can’t take Ozzy from me.”

“Ozzy? What?”

“Yeah, the little bat charm. His name’s Ozzy, he told me so himself.”

“What-?? Shit- Jesus Christ, you’re so lame. Come here so I can kiss your lame, adorable face.”

#bad news: he did not actually solve the jangling #but he has come to accept it #a little bit of reclaiming your character motifs in this one #also don't think about eddie putting little charms on his belt chain btw it's too cute #enjoy another fluffy prompt fill because the other idea I had was so angsty #I'm still considering doing the second fill since I already drafted it tho but we shall see #anyone else get possessed with the sudden urge to draw a set of keys with 21 semi-realistic little metal charms? no? just me?#(while zoomed into the image. right click the image and open in a new tab if you want full resolution for whatever reason)#also naming this microfic after my favorite charm because i couldn't resist (still kicking myself for forgetting the dice charm ahh)#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie microfic #my posts #my writing #my art

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amrv-5 · 2 months

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for the cuddle ask game... 4, 14, 16, 20, 26, 30 <- I limited myself to 6. feel free to combine any or discard any as you please xxxxx

HELLO HELEN and thank you for this prompt LOL super cute and I had a great time writing it!!! sorry this is so late but I HAVEN'T ABANDONED THESE PROMPTS I PROMISE!! anyway I picked 20. cuddles while reading to each other plus 30. pulling the other's arms tighter around themselves from this prompt list.

Hawkeye yawned. He tossed his book onto the nightstand and rolled over twice, coming to a stop on top of BJ.

“Hi,” BJ said, raising his own book to better consider Hawkeye, who was looking at him intently.

“Hi,” Hawkeye answered. He nosed into BJ’s chest. “What are you reading?”

BJ showed him the cover of his book. A thick science fiction collection Hawkeye had gifted him. More to Hawkeye’s tastes than his own, but he was enjoying himself anyway.

Hawkeye continued to gaze at him. It was pointed, and expectant—BJ knew what he wanted. An occasional nighttime routine. Usually it was indulged when one or the other of them was struggling with sleep, but it was nice, too, for no reason at all.

“The fact is, the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him,” BJ began, reading aloud, clear but soft, speaking from the chest instead of projecting.

Hawkeye rubbed his face against BJ’s sternum lazily, eyes shut in contentment. He had a terrific cowlick.

BJ grasped his arm with his free hand as he continued to read, anchoring him. Hawkeye was breathing softly against him, asleep or thoroughly relaxed, by the time he reached a page break. Moving might disturb Hawkeye, so BJ struggled to turn the page one-handed—managed to free his thumb, stretched to reach the opposite page, and dropped the book onto Hawkeye’s head. Hardcover and all.

“Oh, Hawk,” BJ said, already laughing—Hawkeye had made a funny, catlike sound of discontent, and the thunk of the book bouncing off of him had been even better. He clutched Hawkeye tight and tried to kiss the crown of his head and stop laughing so much all at once, trying to balance how terribly he felt with how comic the progression of events had been. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

Hawkeye removed his head from BJ’s chest, looking at him through one slit eye. His indignation cracked into laughter almost immediately.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” BJ repeated, rubbing his back. His ribs hurt from laughing under Hawkeye’s full weight.

“Some alarm.” Hawkeye slipped down to rest his head against BJ’s middle.

“What about my book?” BJ asked, when it seemed like Hawkeye was settling in for the night.

“That deadly weapon? It’s staying on the mattress where it can’t hurt anyone.”

“Sorry again.” BJ petted Hawkeye’s hair, feeling guilty and protective, even though it hadn’t been a hard hit, and Hawkeye would tell him if he’d really been hurt.

Hawkeye patted his flank. “Just teasing, Beej,” he reassured him, looking up long enough to wink. “I’m hard-headed.” He paused, holding BJ’s gaze. And I’m bringing the encyclopedia to bed tomorrow. For self-defense.”

BJ squeezed him. “Which letters?”

“Oh,” Hawkeye said, nuzzling into him happily, “let me see. A for aerial, ambush, attack; B for betrayal, book, bombardment, bruise—”

“I get it,” BJ said, laughing, and kissed the rest of the alphabet away.

#sub-500 short & sweet #swear to god i'm still finishing these #beejhawk #hunnihawk #THANK U HELEN!!!!!!!!!#partlyironic #my fic #prompt fills

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aniron48 · 11 months

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Heals the Hurt Faster

Bond cuts his finger while cooking dinner with Q. Luckily, Q is well-stocked with—unicorn plasters?

My second creation for MI6 Café 007 Fest 2023! This one was inspired by the 2023 prompt table request, "Cutesy plasters for all those administrative papercuts and/or shallow slashes from broken glass and knives," as well as by this post by @mr-iskender that has lived rent-free in my mind for ages. (Alex, your mind never ceases to amaze! 💜)

You can read below the cut, or over on ao3.

They’re making dinner together in Q’s kitchen—calabacitas, a Mexican casserole with squash and ground meat and chiles—and Q is singing to himself under his breath while he rinses the chiles, which is doing things to Bond’s feelings that he’d rather not admit, and all the while Bond is simultaneously trying to chop the squash to Q’s specifications and chivvy a recalcitrant cat off the counter, and even that would have been manageable, except that Q looks up mid-song to smile at Bond, and he’s just distracted enough that he manages to nick the side of his left index finger with the tip of his knife.

It doesn’t even hurt particularly much—mostly, he’s annoyed that he’s bled on the cutting board, which will now have to be washed, and on a piece of the squash, which will have to be discarded—but Q must notice him drop the knife, because all of a sudden Q has thrown the chiles back in the colander on the counter, discarded his rubber gloves, and come to Bond’s side, taking Bond’s injured hand in his and pulling him to the sink so he can rinse the blood from his finger.

“It’s nothing,” Bond says. “It’s barely even bleeding.”

But Q hushes him, and holds his hand under the warm water for a moment longer before pulling a clean, dry flannel off the shelf and wrapping it around the finger.

“Hold that in place,” Q says, before turning and banging around in one of the cabinets next to the sink.

“Here we are,” he says after a moment, pulling down a first aid kit.

“Don’t you think that’s overkill?” Bond asks, frowning down at the ointment Q is pulling out of the tin.

“You’ll understand if I don’t take wound care advice from someone who once got on a two hour flight home with an untreated bullet wound,” Q says, dabbing the ointment on the cut, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“It was Ryanair,” Bond offers dumbly, unable to remember any of the surely impeachable reasons that he’d had at the time, caught up as he is in the gentleness with which Q is cradling his hand in his.

Q pauses, looking up. “And that’s supposed to make it better?”

Bond shrugs. “The seats hide bloodstains better than most.”

“That’s worse, actually,” Q says. “You do see how that’s worse?” He takes out a box of plasters from the kit, pulls one out, and starts to peel back the paper.

“Unicorns? Really, Q?”

“I keep it stocked for when my nieces visit,” Q starts, and then pauses to push his glasses back up his nose with his free hand, his cheek dimpling in a way that absolutely doesn’t make Bond’s heart lurch fondly in his chest. “Oh, who am I kidding, I like them as well. They’re cheering, and who doesn’t want a bit of cheering when they’ve got an injury?”

“It’s a nick from a chopping knife, Q, not a bayonet wound.”

“And a good thing, too,” Q says as he wraps the plaster carefully around Bond’s finger. “They don’t make plasters that large with unicorns on them.”

He brings the bandaged finger to his mouth and presses it carefully to his lips, and it is this, finally, that threatens to bring Bond to his knees.

“You’re fussing,” he says. No one has ever, he manages not to say, though only just.

“What’s the point of caring for someone if you can’t fuss over them?” Q asks.

“And you care for me, do you?”

It’s meant to sound flirtatious, or arrogant, or to carry any number of inflections that will make Q roll his eyes, and drop Bond’s hand, and get back to making dinner. But it comes out distressingly earnest, enough so that Q doesn’t let go of his hand, and instead presses it against his chest.

“It would seem that I do,” Q says, and leans over to take Bond’s lips in his.

It’s what Bond has come to think of as a quintessentially Q kiss, soft and slow but not at all hesitant or indecisive. Q kisses with all of himself—loves with all of himself, Bond is beginning to think, but dares not entertain for longer than the instant it takes for the thought to flit across his mind, and it’s absolutely the pile of chopped onions that makes him keep his eyes closed as he leans his cheek against Q’s messy curls.

“It’s a miracle that I got you to retirement in one piece,” Q says. “Don’t think I’m not incredibly aware of that fact. And I’ve only just got you into bed with me, you know. Call me selfish if you must, but I fully intend to keep you whole and healthy.”

“With unicorn plasters?” He can think of worse fates, if he’s honest. He’s had worse fates; has been shot and burned and bruised and drowned and discarded, only to be yanked back into active duty practically before the needle is done pulling the last stitches through his abused skin. And yet somehow it’s led him here, to this man, who bandages an insignificant kitchen injury as if there were no use of his tenderness and his time that could be more important.

“If I must,” Q says.

You must, Bond wants to say, you absolutely must, but he goes for casual, instead, and says, “If you break it, you buy it, I suppose.”

“But I haven’t broken you,” Q says holding up Bond’s bandaged finger. “I’ve pieced you back together.”

“So you have,” Bond says, and it must not come out as flippant as he means it to—it must not come out flippant at all, because Q kisses him again, and even after the kiss ends, Q doesn’t let go.

#00q #domestic fluff #hurt/comfort #the mildest hurt imaginable but still #james bond #bandaging wounds #it's so fluffy i'm gonna die dot gif #Mexican!Q #my fic #heals the hurt faster #007 fest 2023 #prompt fill #team q branch #qb-a1

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kannedia · 1 month

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dead - for the single-word fic prompt!

A Blessing from Branch to Sapling

Post Malikah's Well. Oscar attempts to up his Paladin training again. This gets the attention of Feo Ul.

His hands were shaking.

The training grounds were at an unusual peace. Gentle birdsong and distant chatter filled a space normally filled with shouting and the clatter of metal.

And yet, Oscar's hands were still shaking. His old shield was somehow tightly held in his grip and a million yalms away.

This was a problem. He was the only other member of their group with training in defensive fighting. If something were to happen to Thancred again. If his friend were to fall. If Thancred were to fall. If another friend were to... die.

"You are crying, my sweet sapling." Oscar could feel Feo Ul's hands on his cheeks before he heard their voice. The shield fell from his hands as his Branch reached out to wipe a tear from his eyes.

"Uh Feo-"

"Tell me." They interrupted, eyes hardening. "Who was it that laid their hands upon my sweet sapling?!"

Oscar stood for a moment, simply blinking as he watched Feo Ul. A gentle smile formed on his face. He couldn't help it. Not in the face of his kind Branch. He felt lucky to have such a kind friend.

"Please don't worry, Feo Ul. I am hale. I was just thinking of a friend." He explained quietly. His eyes followed them if only to keep from looking at what he had dropped.

"One of your dear friends?" They question looking to where he would not.

"Yes. A very dear friend. He was like a brother to me. He-" Oscar paused, for a second he wondered if he had spoken to anyone about Haurchefaunt's death before. He had not. Not really. Perhaps he should. "Perhaps I should explain."

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"Ah, how ephemeral your mortal lives are. Such has always been a part of your beauty and yet..." Feo Ul sits gently on Oscar's shoulder as he finishes. "And such is why you gaze at your shield so?"

Oscar nodded wordlessly.

"Mmhmm." Feo Ul hummed, before flying off his shoulder. "Oh my dear sapling, how many times must I tell you?" They gripped his chin. "If you are in need of my aid, then ask for it!"

He could only watch in awe as the shield he had dropped floated up to his eye level and began to change.

"Here a blessing from branch to sapling." Feo Ul explained proudly the moment the change ended.

"Thank you, my lovely branch."

#Thank you for reading.#Oscar still has a long road ahead of him #tried to fill my own writing prompt #but he will not be alone #Feo Ul was harder to write than I thought #hopefully i'm just being my worst critic #heavensward spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #Oscar Moreau #Feo Ul #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ffxiv fic

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cricketnationrise · 10 months

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for your timestamp ficlet prompts! 8:50am, the streets of brooklyn, and david fox-mountchristen-windsor :))

always love an excuse to write another David POV - that beagle has my whole heart. enjoy!

read the rest of the Ficlet Fest 3 collection on AO3 here

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

brooklyn streets, 8:50am

Sometimes David misses the grass and steady pace Kensington. Misses the squirrels and birds and the wide expanse of the sky he could see from the grounds. Misses ThankYouShaan and Bea and Mr. Wobbles something fierce. (Mr. Wobbles must miss him too, despite all his outward hostility.)

But.

The Brownstone and Brooklyn are so interesting. There’s always people around: from the hugely big SupCash, to random people on the street that always ask if they can pet him from a standard four-David’s away. The smells are fascinating, changing every day – sometimes even differing from morning to evening. He’s gotten to go to Central Park a few times, which he enjoyed despite the pang of homesickness. Best of all, on their normal walks near the Brownstone, David has made so many new friends – a rare occurrence back at Kensington. (Freddie the Black Lab and his brother, Rocketman, are particularly fun.)

This morning they’re wandering in a new direction though. David and His Henry and His Henry’s Alex are all together for once, SupCash following sedately behind. His Henry and His Henry’s Alex are holding hands – His Henry is tracking the movement of His Henry’s Alex’s free hand as he gestures wildly, smiling softly. David is happy to take advantage of his momentary distraction to sniff every single blade of grass in this one-David square where they’ve paused for cars to pass.

His Henry’s squats down to pat him on the head briefly. “Alright, not far now David.”

“Get pumped, buddy,” His Henry’s Alex adds. David can’t help but tilt his head to the side, not sure what they’re talking about. Then they cross the street and David’s world shifts from pavement and cars to a shady wooded path almost as fast as David can blink. He even catches a glimpse of a wide, sweeping lawn off to the side of the path. He wags his tail in anticipation.

“What do you think, David? I know it’s not Kensington, but will it suit?” His Henry asks, scratching David behind his ears. David is practically shaking, he’s so excited. He barks softly once before turning into His Henry’s hand and licking it enthusiastically.

“I’d say it’ll do the job, baby,” His Henry’s Alex notes bemusedly.

His Henry gives him one last pet before standing up again. David immediately starts trotting down the path, nose high, getting to know all the new smells bombarding him enthusiastically.

“It was a good suggestion, love. I can’t believe we haven’t been to Prospect Park before now.”

David tunes out the rest of their conversation, intent on absorbing as much of the park as he can, but the idea that this outing was planned specifically for him by His Henry’s Alex—

Well.

David’s going to lick his face all over and cuddle him for as long as they can both stand it when they get home. His Alex deserves to know how happy he made David, after all.

#cricket writes #ficlet fest 3 #rwrb #red white and royal blue #david the beagle pov #his henry #and his henry's alex #ficlet #yes i'm still writing these #the handful of prompts left that got delayed due to real life #but they are still getting filled #largepeachicedtea

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chaoslynx · 10 months

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@pandoraspearls: Maybe something about ash forgetting/not caring about his birthday but eiji surprises him with something small that reminds him he’s loved ?

Eiji memorized Ash's birthday the moment he saw it, of course.

It was when Ash was in prison—Eiji got to look over the paperwork, and Ash's birthday was listed under his file.

August 12th.

It's soon.

Eiji's a little worried about what to get for Ash. He doesn't want to throw a big party or anything. He doesn't want to gift anything too extravagant, either. Honestly, he's worried about it being triggering for Ash. But he wants to do something.

Ash's birthday is going to hit while they're on the road, Eiji realizes. This road trip is going to take at least a week, and Ash's birthday will happen toward the end, right before they reach Los Angeles.

At every gas station they go to, every time they make a pit stop, Eiji keeps an eye out for something he can gift to Ash. But they're always together—not that Eiji is complaining—and Eiji has no idea what to get him.

"Shorter," Eiji hisses one night, shaking Shorter awake. Ash isn't in the room. As much as Eiji thought Ash would be the type to sleep constantly, Ash barely seems to sleep at all in these motel rooms, instead catching rest where he can during the drives. "Shorter!"

"Whatdya want?" Shorter groans.

"What are you doing for Ash's birthday?" he asks.

Shorter sits up, rubbing at his eyes. "Huh?"

"Ash's birthday. It's this week."

"It is?" Shorter asks.

"August 12th?" Eiji asks, panicking suddenly. Did he somehow misremember? "Isn't it?"

Shorter shrugs with one shoulder. "I dunno man. He's never told me shit like that."

"... Oh," Eiji whispers. "Do you think I should—not do anything, then?" He honestly thought that Shorter would at least know of Ash's birthday, even if he didn't have anything planned. But for Ash to have not even told Shorter ...

But Shorter smiles. "Honestly, Eiji, I think you could do whatever you want and Ash would still look at you the same way."

Eiji tries not to flush. Does ... Does Ash look at him a certain way? He reigns himself in from asking how how how does Ash look at me?

"Right," Eiji mumbles. "Okay then. I'll get him something. Maybe just ... something small. So that he knows that I care."

"And I'm going back to sleep," Shorter declares, flopping back down onto the bed.

Careful not to further disturb Shorter, Eiji gets out of bed. He's going to look for Ash.

He finds him, and a part of Eiji feels like he'll always find Ash, even when Ash doesn't want to be found. Like right now, maybe.

Ash is sitting in the motel lobby—it's a shitty, broken down place next to the highway, but it's what they could afford.

Ash is in the corner with his back against the wall, where he can see people come and go. He's watching everything and everyone in the lobby with a hawk's—or, well, a lynx's eyes.

He spots Eiji immediately, of course, and seems to make himself even smaller when he does. Still, Eiji smiles and approaches him.

"What're you doing down here?" Eiji asks softly.

"Watching," Ash says simply.

"Watching what?"

Ash hums. "People."

Eiji rubs at his eyes, still tired. "People come and go even this late?" he asks.

Ash nods sharply. "They're the ones you have to watch out for," he says absentmindedly. "People get more brave in the dark."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," Eiji admits, ashamed. Ash smiles softly at him.

"Go back to the room, Eiji," he whispers.

"Not without you," Eiji says back, resolute. He sits down next to Ash, making it clear that this isn't up for debate.

Ash shakes his head, but doesn't force Eiji to leave. He looks back out over the hotel lobby, and Eiji still isn't sure what he's watching for, but his expression is far colder on the lobby and the receptionist behind the window than it is when he looks at Eiji.

Uncomfortable, Eiji avoids looking at Ash's eyes. He doesn't like seeing Ash that way, even if he's not really certain what way that is. Instead, he looks down at Ash's hands, pressed together in his lap. There's something he hadn't noticed before—a ring of even lighter skin all the way around both of Ash's wrists, like they've been rubbed raw far too many times.

Eiji rips his eyes away, not wanting to dwell on that either.

"I, um—" Eiji blurts after a moment. Then, "I don't know what to get you for your birthday," he admits.

Ash blinks. "What?" he asks. His expression goes neutral now, and Eiji's not sure if that's an improvement.

"I still want to get you something!" Eiji says quickly. "I'm not giving up."

"You don't have to get me anything," Ash says, almost laughing. "What's got you thinking about my birthday, anyway?"

"It—it's soon, isn't it?" Eiji asks, again wondering if he somehow got the date wrong.

Ash shrugs. "Dunno."

Eiji blinks. "What?"

"I have no idea. I haven't thought about it in years."

"You ... don't know what day your birthday is?" Eiji asks. "Even if you don't celebrate it, don't you have to, like, put it in when you fill out forms and stuff?"

Ash looks over at Eiji, then away again. He shrugs. "I have to put in the date that matches whatever fake ID I'm using at the time," he explains.

Eiji flushes deeper. "Oh," he breathes. "So you really don't know when your birthday is?"

Ash chews on his lip for a moment. "I could probably remember if I tried," he admits. "Just haven't thought about it much in a while. I think the last time I celebrated it—" He cuts off suddenly.

"What?" Eiji asks gently, pressing just a little.

"I, uh—when I turned sixteen." Ash averts his eyes, looking anywhere but at Eiji. "Old man Dino got me a car." He wets his lips. He's nervous, Eiji realizes. He doesn't like talking about this.

"That was only two years ago," Eiji says. "You don't remember the date?"

Ash shrugs. "It was hard to keep track of days back then," he whispers. "Dino knew, but I didn't. And the car, it—it's not like I asked for it."

It slowly, slowly dawns on Eiji what Ash is saying.

He didn't ask for it. He's talking about more than the car, isn't he? He's talking about what he had to do to earn the car.

"Oh," Eiji breathes. "I—I'm sorry, Ash."

Ash's eyes go hard again. "This is your last chance to fuck me while I'm still underage," he mumbles.

"What?" Eiji gasps. "I—"

"Sorry," Ash says quickly. "Forget it."

It's silent for a moment.

"I won't get you a gift if you don't want me to," Eiji whispers. "I just ... I guess I just wanted you to know that I care. And—your birthday is August 12th, by the way. It was on your paperwork for the penitentiary."

Ash breathes out a laugh. "That's one way for you to find out," he says. "And the gift thing—I don't care, Eiji. It's whatever. I don't need a gift to know that you care. I just ..." He trails off.

"It has a bad association for you," Eiji finishes.

"Normally if I'm the center of attention at a party, it's"—he cuts off, laughing darkly—"not good," he finishes.

"Do you want to change that?" Eiji asks carefully.

Ash slides his eyes over to Eiji, then away. "Forget it," he whispers. "You don't need to get me anything, Eiji. I already know you care."

But you don't, Eiji wants to say. Not when Ash suggested that Eiji ... that Eiji take the opportunity to fuck him while he's still underage. He doesn't know that Eiji cares.

That settles it, then. Eiji Okumura will absolutely get a present for Ash Lynx, now and every year after.

Sighing, Eiji stands. "I'm headed back to the room," he says quietly. "Get some sleep when you can, okay?"

Ash doesn't respond, and Eiji glances at him one more time before he's out of sight.

When Eiji gets back to their room, he shakes Shorter awake again.

"What the fuck!" Shorter complains, but Eiji ignores him.

"How long has Ash had those red shoes?" he asks. "Would he want a new pair?"

Shorter's eyes light up.

#banana fish #asheiji #ash lynx #eiji okumura #eislan #this wasn't quite what i think you had in mind for the prompt but i hope it still works!#also sorry it got so long #prompt fill #pandoraspearls #csa mention #some of these same ideas appear in 'love letters to the universe' too btw #also does anyone remember the fic i wrote where shorter gave ash that pair of converse #bc that's what i'm referencing at the end here

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theangrykimchi · 2 months

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46 for the Thorki kisses 💕💕💕 please, please, please!

Thor steamed into his cup as Loki's laughter reached his ears from the other side of the long mahogany table. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and even though he held a hand before his mouth to stifle the sound, his joy managed to travel across the open space of the royal gardens. Beside him, an elf was looking at him with open adoration, broad smile splitting his face into two at managing to make the otherwise aloof second Prince of Asgard react so openly to whatever it was that he said to him.

Emptying his cup of strong flower wine, Thor broke the vessel against the dusty ground, demanding another to be brought to him immediately.

The Alfish elf had been glued to Loki's side since the moment the Bifrost landed them on Alf a week ago. Never leaving the brothers alone except for them to retire for the night but then, as soon as they woke up, there he was, at the breakfast table, up high on the spacious balcony constructed into the massive Plane Tree Palace, monopolizing Loki with whatever it was that his brother found oh-so-interesting about him. Thor had considered grabbing the elf from his wiry arm and throwing him off the side of the protective wooden rails one too many times.

Keep reading on AO3

#yes I'm still filling the prompts 🥰#loveisakiss #kimchi.writes #perlen-gold #prompt fill #kiss prompts #thorki kiss prompts #thorki #thor/loki #thunderfrost #my story #thorki fic #thorki ficlet

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johnslittlespoon · 1 month

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alrighttt, i'm taking brainrot/drabble/whatever asks with these prompts (but unrelated asks are always welcome too ofc)!

askbox will always be open for these unless i add a lil 'closed' thing to the top of this post :-)

feel free to combine multiple, to specify the pairing/roles or leave it open, lmk if you're chill with nsfw or not, etc etc <3 no request limit, i might not get to them all but i'll do my best! and please mention which list it's from so i can link it in the prompt fill x

feeling the writing vibes for buckbucky, curtbucky, curtbuck, curtbuckbucky, maybe an attempt at some margebuckbucky? would love to do others but i'm just still not confident in my characterization yet so i'll stick to my mains :-)

(also, lmk if you want it to be set in a specific au of mine bc that's fun too! you can find the list of aus in my pinned post :P)

here are the lists:

1. soft sentence starters <3

2. subtle suggestive smut prompts

3. smut dialogue prompts

4. smut phrase/action prompts

5. reasons to cup a face

6. hurt/comfort starters

7. assortment of dialogue prompts

8. various sentence starters

that's a lot LOL but i might add more if i stumble across other good ones <3

–> drabbles will be tagged with #johnslittlespoon prompt fills ♡

expand to check which prompts i've already done (but feel free to request with other ships if you have a unique idea for a reuse <3)

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" – buckbucky

"Spread your legs baby, that's it... wider." – buckbucky

"Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you." + "Oh honey, you're safe now." + "Honey, have you been crying?" – buckbucky

"Such a good little pup." + "One more time! Please!" – curtbuck

"I want to hear you beg." + "Arch your back for me." – buckbucky

♡ ♡ ♡

#johnslittlespoon prompt fills #i shall reblog if i end up adding more prompt lists #but i also have so many other asks to get back to still WHOOPS so if i'm slow to get to these my apologies lol #someday i'll clean up all my drabbles and make a book of oneshots for them on ao3 but i am Lazy #johnslittlespoon writes #johnslittlespoon prompts #buckbucky #curtbucky #curtbuck #curtbuckbucky

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