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“I’m, like, elbow deep in computer guts right now,” their voice echoed from the speaker. “What do you want?”
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Smut request with 15, 80 and 106 with Bully/Jock!Wanda from the prompt list! I hope this is a okay request and feel free to not include a prompt etc.
wanda maximoff & gn!reader
tags: smut, degradation, brat taming, face slapping, cunnilingus, forced submission, dubcon, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.
word count: 1176
a/n: as i look back to this fic i realize i misunderstood the request 😭 im so sorry to the requester n i hope you enjoyed this anyways fhajskfhkjfkjh
For the past four months, you’ve been assigned to photograph Wanda Maximoff, a model in high demand for her sculpted face, her high cheekbones and bright green eyes, freckles that were soft as they spread across her delicate face. She was the ideal client, and you’d been working for her for several months.
But it had been no less than hell.
Wanda was a piece of work. She took every chance to belittle you, to insult your work and put herself above those who worked with her, but you, especially.
‘You consider yourself to be a professional?’ Wanda barked at you when you’d shown her the photos you took of her for a spring magazine issue. She got in your face and pointed at your work on the screen. ‘I look completely washed out and I have no presence in any of these pictures. You expect to be paid and to have me recommend you to other agencies?’
Not knowing quite what to say, you stayed silent and drilled holes into her skull.
‘If you’re hoping to get anything from your privilege working with me, you’d better fix this shit,’ she demanded, pointing at the screen of your computer so hard the display warped into pixelated, abnormal colours under her finger. Wanda left the set, but not before pushing at your equipment and nearly having your tripod tumble down onto your keyboard. You stuck your hand out just in time to catch it.
In lesser words, Wanda Maximoff was a bitch.
She was a woman who had peaked in college and had never truly grown out of her highschool-mean-girl act. Her pretty face was the only reason she’d ever gotten where she was now, and that thought soothed you when your blood boiled after spending twelve hours a day or more with her.
Tonight, it was only you and her in the studio as you photographed her for a large event she would be attending, so it was a very important shoot. You’d been going at it since before dinnertime, and it was now midnight. Everyone else had gone home, and unsurprisingly, Wanda let everyone go but you.
You yawn from behind your camera as you snap photos of her from different angles.
“Sorry, is all of this boring you?” Wanda snaps as she looks down on you while you’re taking a photo of her from a lower angle. You take a picture in the middle of her scolding you with a scowl on her face and hold back a smirk at imagining releasing the photo without her knowledge.
“Frankly, yes,” you answer and stand up, flitting through the photos on your camera. “We’ve been at this for hours, Wanda. If I hadn’t gotten a good shot of you by now, there’s not going to be one.” You step off of the studio’s platform and walk to your equipment to look at the photos on your laptop.
Wanda trails after you, hot on your heels as she continues to shout insults at you. “No wonder why we’ve been here for so long. You’re a half-grade photographer who can’t work for shit,” she laughs. “There’s a reason why you’re failing at working with America’s top model, Y/N, and why you have to work late nights away from your shabby little studio apartment falling through, time and time again, to make someone like me look good on camera.”
You don’t know what, after months of listening to Wanda’s whining, finally made something snap deep within you, but before you knew what you were doing, you spun around and slapped the model across the face.
She stumbles back, gasping and raising a hand to her stinging cheek. She doesn’t shout at you, nor does she become angry, but instead her shoulders rise and fall shakily, her face shrouded by her hair. You step forward and take the bottom of her face in your hand, squeezing painfully.
“What?” you hiss, your face so close to her she can feel your warm breath on her nose. A sliver of humour flashes across your face. “Does that feel good?”
Wanda flushes immediately and tries to push you away, but you wrap your other arm around her waist and slap her again, stilling her body and making her look up at your face defiantly. Despite the way she breathed through her nose furiously, green eyes laced with rage as she looked at you, Wanda didn’t say a word.
You look down at her body, her low-cut dress and the angle at which you looked down at her exposing her breasts to you. She watches your eyes as they travel down her dress, and her breathing quickens. You step back from her and hook a finger around the neckline of her dress, exposing the bra she wore underneath.
“Take it off slowly,” you command.
Wanda’s body trembles with restrained anger, and something else you cannot place a finger on, but she listens and begins to strip in front of you. When she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, you tell her to take those off too. She argues, but you threaten to take your camera out and force her down onto the floor to take photos of her bare tits and spread them to every modelling agency.
She unclips her bra and slips her panties off.
When she’s completely naked, you step forward and place a hand on her shoulder before shoving her down to the floor so she’s on her knees. Wanda yelps out but you cover her mouth with your hand and dig your fingernails into her cheeks. With your other hand, you unzip your jeans and pull your own panties down. “Open your mouth,” you say simply.
Wanda’s breathing is rapid now, shaky, but her cheeks are flushed and she can’t look away from your glistening core. Before she can wonder at what point you started getting wet, you take a bunch of her hair and force her face between your thighs. She tries to pull away at first, but you pull at her hair painfully. After crying out against your clit, Wanda gives in and darts her tongue out to run up your slit.
As you buck your pussy down onto her face, you take your camera from your desk while Wanda’s distracted. You lift the camera to your chest and angle it down to the model on her knees. Her hands are on your ass, pulling you against her face and moaning as she laps her tongue against your soaking cunt.
When a bright flash flickers from on top of her, Wanda pulls away, her eyes wide and her lips parted in shock. She runs through her entire career in her mind, her life and her reputation. If the photo of her naked and on her knees, her face buried in her photographer’s pussy came out, everything would be ruined for her.
Needless to say, Wanda never snapped at you again, and never even dared to look you in the eye if you didn’t give her permission to.
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Just Go To Sleep - First Night
Rating: Gen || Chapter Word Count: 1176
Chapter Content Warnings: sharing a bed trope, slow burn
Just Go To Sleep Masterlist || Next || AO3 Work Link
Year of the OTP Event: August Prompt "AU of Your Choice"
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Your back hurts. Janna, your back hurts. You roll onto your other side for what feels like the millionth time in the two hours you’ve been trying to sleep on Silco’s god-forsaken couch. Your shoulders ache, your spine is shouting at you in a dull, stinging vibrato, and the sandman won’t visit you so long as you have such a pain. This isn’t going to work.
Your blanket lands on the office floor with a quiet sigh, huffing indignantly as you march over it to Silco’s quarters. The door is even quieter than you are as you turn the handle and peek in, and you’re surprised that it’s unlocked. Perhaps Silco left it that way in case you needed him, lucky for you.
Silco’s room is pitch black, such that you can’t see what you may run into, causing you to stumble several times. It takes a few seconds before your eyes adjust and you can see the bed and the outline of Silco’s body as he sleeps softly on his side.
Now, how to proceed… you’re in here but what do you do? Wake him up and ask for a better sleeping spot? Ask to sleep in his bed with him? Just crawl into his bed?
Thinking, you mindlessly start towards Silco, listening to the sound of his steady breathing as you inch forward, slowly, carefully, quietly… until you run into the dresser. Your poor big toe catches on the stubby wooden leg and it sends you reeling, cracking your forehead into the rest of the hulking piece of furniture. You’ve never thought dressers were more ridiculous in your entire life.
Clutching your throbbing foot in one hand and your forehead in the other you tumble down to the floor in a much larger crash, but you’d kind of given up on being quiet when you loudly collided with the dresser.
A sigh erupts from the bed and a Silco sits up, taking off an eyepatch that one can only assume is for his molten red eye. That eye glows in the darkness of the room and you can feel the heat of his glare boring through you.
“I don't think you could have been any louder.” You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so caught off-guard by the much deep, dark timbre of Silco’s voice. It’s a rough growl, gravelly in all seconds that it rings out, and you can practically hear its diaphragmatic origins by the way it rumbles. Your shock does not go unnoticed to Silco, and he scoffs at your stillness.
“Never heard of morning voice?” he asks, and that same growlish tone gives you a tingle on the back of your neck. Before you can answer his question, Silco is out of bed and flipping on the light switch.
“What do you need?” He sounds less annoyed than you thought he would have, but maybe he just isn’t awake enough to feel or convey that emotion yet. He’s still holding his eyepatch, fidgeting the strap between his thumb and forefinger with slow, almost deliberate twirls.
Silco looks at you, expecting an answer, but you only manage to sort of dumbly look at him, still a little surprised with yourself for being in Silco’s bedroom. His eyebrow arches.
“Um, the couch is really uncomfortable and I’m having trouble sleeping.” His eyebrow arches still. “And, er, I know it’s rude to ask since you’re already offering me space but I do work a full-day tomorrow and I was just wondering if you had any other place I could sleep?” You chew on your lip and try to maintain eye contact with Silco, it usually helps when asking for something, otherwise he doesn’t quite take you seriously. You watch carefully for any tell-tale signs on his face, a quirk of the lips, the slightest twitch of his eye, a clench or unclench of his jaw, or perhaps an unarching of the eyebrow. Nothing so far, Silco only gives you a quick look up and down, as if scanning your body for any malicious intentions. And then that eyebrow relaxes, taking away from some of the wrinkles on his forehead as it rests just above his sea-green eye.
“I know you can’t sleep,” he grumbles, “I can hear you tossing and turning in there.” Silco puts a hand on his hip, thinking, and almost entirely dismissing your red face. “You aren’t the only one missing sleep.”
You can’t help but recall the times that you’d switched your position on the couch, and you realize you were quite loud. Between pillow moving, body and limb shifting, and annoyed groaning, it’s no wonder you kept Silco up. Wait, was he awake when you first came into his room?
After a few more seconds of thought, Silco sighs. “You can sleep in here or in the bar,” he says matter-of-factly, quickly adding, “though I imagine you have no intentions of requesting the bar.”
You imagine going down there while it’s likely still just barely active, a few drunkards taking their own naps, waking up to your boots melted into the booze-sticky floor. Of course you’d have to be in your day clothes, no way you can be clad in “pajamas” in there.
Apparently, your displeasure with the idea of sleeping in the bar is evident on your face and there is a wordless exchange as Silco invites you to sit on the bed. He disappears into a closet, presumably to get any extra bedware you may need. And despite your chill-fueled desire–something you’ve recently acquired as you realize how chilled Silco keeps his room–you don’t slip under the covers. You can see where Silco was before you rudely interrupted his attempt at sleeping and you feel uncomfortable with the idea of shifting his pillows from the middle of the bed to one side, so you instead wait for Silco to move his own spot over.
The man comes back with a lot of pillows, a pile stacked so high you can barely see his eyes over it. They fall unceremoniously onto the bed, some falling onto the ground as well, which you quickly pick up and toss to the pile.
“Are we building a pillow fort or something?” you ask, a joke you regret making as Silco gives you a tired glare; he’s beginning to wake up enough to feel and express annoyance.
“Get whatever pillows you need to sleep on and get in.” Ignoring your comedy genius, Silco gestures to the bed and, to avoid making him more sour (and to escape the cold), you hurry your ass up, grabbing one pillow and slipping under the covers.
Without another word, Silco climbs in after you and begins taking the pillows piled on the bed and situating them between the two of you. It makes more sense than a pillow fort.
Once he’s checked that the pillow wall is secure, Silco turns the light off and rolls very much deliberately to face away from you.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“It is morning.”
“Just go to sleep.”
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Hi,
You knew it was coming. 😂. Request for Darman with "God, you feel so fucking good." And Don't be gentle with me-I like it when you're rough."
Hesitant Darman at first then not hesitant.
You can pick an existing fic or a new one.
Please and thank.💕
A Surprise
Summary: Darman returns from a mission, and you decide to surprise him in the hopes of getting what you want.
Pairing: Darman Skirata x Reader
Word Count: 1176
Warnings: Smutty, though there's no penetration
Tagging: @n0vqni
A/N: Sorry this took so long! And I had to alter the prompts, just a little, to make them work. They're bolded. And thank you so much for the request!
You’ve been dating Darman for months now, and he seems more than happy to move at the pace of frozen molasses. Oh sure, his kisses involve more teeth and tongue than any chaste kiss would, and sure, he’s brought you to bed on a few occasions, but it’s been just that…few.
And honestly, you’re at your wits end.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s pathetically head over heels in love with you, you’d think that he was just jerking you around. Which he’s not. The way he looks at you sometimes, when he thinks you're not looking, when he thinks you’re not paying attention…well, it’s enough to make heat shoot to your core.
There’s something feral lurking behind Darman’s genial nature and you want it more than you’ve wanted anything in your life.
Which would be utterly humiliating if you had to say that to anyone. But you don’t have to say anything. Not really. You are confident enough, maybe, in yourself to push Darman, just enough, to give you what you want.
You just need a plan.
And, you know, to not spontaneously combust from embarrassment.
No problem.
Easy as pie.
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Your chance comes sooner than you thought it might.
You spend a whole two weeks, two weeks that Darman’s away on a mission, coming up with a plan, and working out the kinks in your brain, and when he returns, exhausted and bruised, you meet him in his room.
Everything about you is carefully designed to push him, just a little bit.
The robe you’re wearing is the softest silk you’ve ever felt (and cost more than the entirety of your wardrobe combined) and your lingerie is also silky and in the colors he likes to see you in. Hell, even your hair has been perfectly styled in the way he prefers.
Are you going a little too hard? Maybe. But he has his armor and you have yours.
You greet him with a smile, and he pauses in the door. His gaze darts from your hair, to your robe, to the way the robe creeps up your thighs as you cross your legs at the knees, and he swallows, hard.
He steps further into the room, and allows the door to slide shut behind him, and he takes a careful moment to lock the door. Darman hasn’t once taken his gaze off your thighs.
Your smile broadens, “Welcome home, Dar.” You say warmly.
“This is quite a welcome,” He agrees, his voice rough. He pauses several feet away from you and starts to pull off his armor, his gaze locked on you. Of course, he doesn’t need to see the clasps to his armor to remove it. “That looks new.”
You smile broadly, “It is new. So is what I’m wearing under it.” His fingers fumble on the clasp to his chest piece, and you feel a surge of triumph.
Darman’s gaze snaps to the belt holding your robe shut, “What are you wearing under it?” He asks, almost nonchalantly. You’d believe that he wasn’t curious, if it wasn’t for how rapidly he’s removing his armor.
You hum thoughtfully, “Well…” You drag the word out teasingly, “You’ll just have to unwrap me and see, won’t you.”
His fingers slip on another clasp, “Holy shit, cyare.”
“Of course,” You say as if he hadn’t spoken, “If you’re too exhausted, I can always go back to my room.”
“Exhausted? Who’s exhausted?” He finally rips off the last of his armor and tosses it, unconcerned, to the side, “I’m suddenly very, very awake.”
You laugh and stand smoothly and walk over to him, you even practiced this part, and Darman can never find out. You’ll never live it down if he does.
His hands settle on your hips, his touch feather light, as though worried that he might ruin the delicate material covering your body, he releases a slow exhale, “Soft…” Darman murmurs, and his fingers dip to the tie around your waist, “Can I?”
You just smile at him and slide your hands under his shirt so that you’re able to glide your hands over his stomach.
Darman, rightfully, takes that as permission, and he lightly tugs on the string, allowing the robe to fall open, revealing your body to his searching gaze.
The lingerie you chose not only is in his colors, but it’s also very sheer and very lacy, and for a moment he just stops. Stops moving, stops thinking, stops breathing.
“Holy shit, babe. I feel very underdressed all of a sudden.”
You giggle, and allow the robe to slide to the ground, before you twist for him, “Do you like it?”
“You look…holy shit…I don’t even have words for how good you look-” He trails off, “Did you do all this for me?”
“I missed you,” You say lightly, “And…I might have had a plan.”
“Please tell me this plan involves you riding me until I’m speechless?”
“Hm…not quite.” You say with a laugh, you reach up and slowly trail your fingers against his jaw.
“What’s your plan then?” He asks, his hands settling lightly on your hips.
You hum thoughtfully. You didn’t want to have to actually say it, but he’s proving harder to push than you thought. Maybe…just a little more. So you stand on your toes until your lips are right next to his ear, “Don’t be gentle with me- I want you to be rough.”
Darman’s hands tighten around your hips, and you pull back enough to look at his face. His jaw is slightly slack, and his pupils are dilated. But he doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t move.
You tilt your head to the side, “Dar?”
His gaze snaps to your face, and slowly he grins. It’s a dark, almost dangerous, grin. “Safe word?”
“I prefer to use the color system,” You reply, almost breathlessly.
His grin widens and his grip tightens even more, “Color, kitten?”
“Green.” You breathe out, “Very, very green.”
“Good girl,” You squeak when he pushes you back onto the bed, “Keep those on, I’m fucking you while you’re wearing them.” Darman has his clothes off in a matter of seconds, and then he’s on top of you, using his body to press you firmly to the bed.
His hands slide down your body and then back up again, and he presses his thigh between your legs, applying just enough pressure to your soaked cunt.
You squirm against him, and release a breathless moan as he presses against you even harder, “Stars, you feel so fucking good against me-” Darman murmurs, “Go on baby, get yourself off. I know you can do it.”
You whine, low, “Want you-”
He coos and kisses you deeply, taking care to catch your lower lip between his teeth, “My sweet cyare,” Darman whispers against your lips, “Only obedient girls get what they want.”
You whine again.
“So,” He presses his thigh even harder against you, “Go ahead, cyare. Get yourself off, and then you can have my cock. And not a moment sooner.”
#star wars#tcw#darman skirata x reader#darman x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#18+ fic#clone thirsting#answered asks
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Whump Prompt #1176
Anon asked:
Prompts for characters who are already dead/undead? Maybe bad injuries getting worse because as long as they're still moving, they might not even feel what's wrong?
Sure:
Skin falling off in clumps from the additional injuries causing the blood to stop flowing to the areas altogether.
^ Same could go for limbs/extremities.
The more they move, the less the pain gets - sleeping is agony, and they’re forever exhausted. Maybe they have to take sleeping medicine to get some actual rest, even if it leaves them disorientated.
Can their injuries heal? Maybe. But it takes a specific spell/potion/medicine to do so - maybe it takes days to reach the person able to produce these.
^ Throughout the journey they become weaker and weaker, maybe their friends have to drag them through the doors to the healer.
They may be undead, but maybe this wound is fatal if left untreated, and they must deal with the idea that they may die for a second time... and remain dead.
As their injury progresses maybe they begin to experience rigor mortis - where their bodies begin to stiffen, making it harder to move/defend themselves.
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Rendezvous ~ Part One
Rating: M
Words: 1176
The sunsetting in the distance framed the seemingly never ending sea that you sailed on with some of your closest friends, and Lewis. It was nearing the end of the day, leading into nightfall with a sense of serenity, a sense of peace; nothing calmed you like the ocean, and today was no exception.
It was beautiful, truly picture perfect and the day would have been thought of as that, had you not had to spend it actively avoiding an awkward moment with a man you had spent the past few years sharing the most intimate of moments with, behind the backs of the rest of the world, a secret that you both held even when it ended.
You hadn’t known Lewis would be joining you, although looking back that was pretty stupid of you considering the yacht was his. Naively you thought you would be able to navigate the weekend without a meeting with him, that idea was shattered pretty quickly on your first day in Monaco.
Lewis was hidden from view as you stepped onto the yacht, at least to your view anyway, but as you walked towards the stairs leading to the top deck, you heard the excitement from your friends as they greeted him.
You were the last one up the stairs, taking an extra long time as you tried to compose yourself. The smile that had been on his face the whole time, as he said hello to everyone else, quickly fell to nothingness when he saw you. The eye contact between you both held for an uncomfortable amount of time, you wondered if he was as thrown off by your presence as you were, it certainly seemed like he was.
It hadn’t ended well between you both. What had started as an exciting, spontaneous, secret rendezvous escalated to nights together that had to be planned to perfection and arguments fueled by jealousy on both parts, before you blocked his number and made it impossible for him to contact you; telling Lewis it was over, without actually telling him.
You navigated the day well away from him, it helped that the others kept him busy with stories, games and even a swim in the ocean at one point, but as the night began to surround you all, everyone had separated into their own little groups, leaving you sat on the floor of the top deck, alone, staring out into the ocean as you thought back to some of the many wild nights in which Lewis was the main character.
The memories were so strong in your mind, you were so lost in your fantasies, that as the unique scent of Lewis engulfed you, you paid no attention; not even when you felt the brush of his impeccably smooth skin of his leg against your arm.
“Hi.”
Lewis’ voice was not loud, it was not alarming, if anything it was softer than usual, yet you jumped as if he had given you the biggest shock of your life.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
His hand placed on your arm and within an instant, you were calm again.
“Hi.”
You were proud of your ability to even form a word in response, despite the simplicity, there was something about Lewis that always rendered you weak and tonight, the first night of seeing him in months, it was even worse.
The ocean was far easier to concentrate on than Lewis, yet less pretty; staring out at the calm waves made the closeness between you both, and the silence that accompanied it, all the more bearable.
“You disappeared on me.”
Lewis tried to prompt you into conversation, but you were at a loss as to a response. You had disappeared, it was true, but tonight it was the last thing you wanted to talk about.
“How have you been, Lewis?”
Even as you asked the question, you held your focus on the water, you had no choice. You didn’t need to see his face to know that hearing you address him by his name, and none of the affectionate pet names he had become accustomed to, bothered him.
“Fine. Can you look at me, please?”
Your focus held strong on the ocean, although your unwavering need to do as Lewis requested meant that you fought against every natural urge you had.
“Sweetie, look at me…”
Lewis didn’t give you an option this time, his thick fingers rounded your chin as he cupped it, turning your gaze towards him, where he met you with the kind eyes you had become so accustomed to over the years. No matter what the situation, whether you were out to dinner or knelt in front of him, with a mouth full of every inch of him as he used your mouth like a toy, his eyes were always kind.
“See, I don’t bite.”
You both shared a knowing smile at that remark. Lewis did bite, but only when you begged him to leave you marked like his property for weeks after.
“Lewis, I-“
“I hate that we are back to names.” His thumb brushed across your bottom lip. “I don’t know what went wrong, I don’t know what I did to make you disappear on me but I’m sorry, truly.”
You didn’t respond, instead you held his gaze as you focused on the pad of his thumb brushing your lip as if begging for entry.
“We had so much fun, baby girl. Didn’t we?”
You nodded, it was undeniable. Lewis had shown you things, had taken you to places both in person and in the bedroom, that you never thought possible.
“I…I missed it.”
“It…or me?”
Lewis allowed the tip of his thumb to tease your tongue now as if he was feeding you, you watched him lick his own lips as if he was hungry for more.
“Both.”
That was all Lewis needed to hear to replace his thumb with his two fingers instead, teasing them into your mouth until he tested your gag reflex.
“Mm, you haven’t lost it at all, have you?”
Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes as you thought back against it, desperately wanting to please him as always.
“I’m going to tell the captain to dock at the harbour in a few minutes, I’m going to say goodbye to every one downstairs and then we are going to come right back up here, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night making up for all of those many nights you have been empty of me. Would you like that?”
Your nodding couldn’t have been more eager, there was nothing you wanted more.
Lewis fast replaced his fingers in your mouth with his tongue as he kissed you with so much passion it took your breath away.
“Good girl. I promise I will make this night so special that you will never want to disappear on me again.”
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Injury Prompts #1176
Injection into brain
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A Warm Reunion
So I was looking ahead at the @fluffbruary prompts for August... and guess who realized that, though I posted it on AO3 on time, I once again forgot to share my Fluffbruary in July on Tumblr?
Well, here it is now. And, for better or worse, just as seasonally appropriate as ever.
In which Aziraphale is unhappily sweltering in the heat of the first summer ever. Then a demon shows up to return a favor.
A Warm Reunion, rated G, 1176 words
The worst part of Earth, in Aziraphale’s opinion, was the summer.
Before, he’d have said that winter was worse. The humans had been expelled from Eden right before the onset of the first-ever chilly season. If not for the flames from the sword he’d given away, Aziraphale wasn’t sure how the humans would even have survived those months. (He’d been surreptitiously checking in on Adam and Chava, his orders being to watch but not interact until the baby was born, which — judging from Chava’s girth — was bound to happen sometime soon, but had not happened yet.) For himself, with a corporation that was at least designed to be somewhat less delicate than the human bodies it was modeled after — in other words, comparatively unlikely to experience severe frostbite or heat stroke — it had been unpleasant enough.
He’d been relieved when the temperatures finally bottomed out and then gradually began to climb back upwards. At long last, he’d thought, some warmth again. It was about time. He’d reveled in the return of the heat, for a little while.
And then, as the desert spring gave way into full summer, it got hotter.
And hotter.
And hotter still. Nice days were a thing of the past. Today was the worst yet, and with the sun beating violently down from a cloudless sky, Aziraphale was wholeheartedly regretting ever having bemoaned the cold. Would this dreadful season ever pass?
He would have said that he hated it with a passion, if not for the fact that the blistering sun rendered him far too uncomfortable and lethargic to feel anything stronger than a sort of languid, generalized irritation.
He was just ineffectually fanning himself with his sleeve, wishing that the Almighty could have seen fit to skip the fourth day of Creation, and wondering how seriously he would be violating the thou shalt not interact rule if he were to go down into the valley where the humans had discovered a small stream and seemed to have erected some kind of sun-blocking shelter for themselves, when something moved to his left.
He turned just in time to see the red-haired figure finish emerging from the earth, shaking sand out of his hair and wiping it out of yellow eyes. Then the eyes in question, bright and curious beneath raised eyebrows, swiveled to meet Aziraphale’s.
“Oh,” said Aziraphale, “it’s you.”
It was not, perhaps, a particularly intelligent remark or observation, as greetings went. In Aziraphale’s defense, it was hard to think in the heat. Besides, it couldn’t be that much worse than That went down like a lead balloon.
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#good omens#good omens fanfiction#aziraphale and crowley#crowley's name is crawly#summer#heat#aziraphale is hot and bothered in the literal sense of the phrase#fanfiction#fluffbruary#dandelion fics
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december 9th: sing a song to yourself, think of someone listenin'
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43513905
by angelmichelangelo
prompt: family
being accepted into the wilson family is probably the best thing that happened to bucky
Words: 1176, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 9 of december fic advent 2022
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Falling In Love, Introspection, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Canon
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Fluffcember Day 14: Attempts Were Made
My prompt for Fluffcember Day 14 was Ice Skating.
Fandom: Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures
Shipping: Rapunzel/Cassandra/Eugene
Genre: Fluff and Humor
Length: 1176 words
[Ao3 Link]
Eugene was not quite sure, which one surprised him more. His altogether helpless princess on the ice or the fact that Cassandra struggled to stay up right. “Hey there, Blondie.” He easily caught Rapunzel, before she could once more land unceremoniously on her butt again. “You are surprisingly bad at this.”
She tried a smile. “Yeah, well…” Even now that her hair was all brown and short again, she could not help the instinct of wanting to brush it back.
Meanwhile Cassandra lost her fight against gravity, ending up on her bumm. “This sucks,” she announced.
“You need to just keep your balance.” He could not help but tease her. “It is not that hard.”
“But it is,” Raps argued, while having a hard time to even keep her feet in an upright position.
Well, maybe it was not so surprising after all. With her, at least. Rapunzel had never worn shoes and even in winter would rather freeze her feet until blue than trying to fit into proper footwear. With the rather firm leather of the skates, it was probably no big surprise she had trouble balancing. She could not move her feet in the way she was used to.
“Easy, Blondie,” he said, as he noticed her trembling. “Take a deep breath.” He was well aware that Cassandra tried to get back up only to now end up on her knees with a groan.
Rapunzel looked at him with this beautiful smile that said that she trusted him. He loved this smile in particular. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath – in and out. When her body relaxed she managed to keep her feet upright.
“How is it that you know how to skate?” Cassandra groaned, as she indignantly crawled over to a tree by the lakeside to bull herself up against it.
“Well, you can steal skates, too.” That was all he would say to it. Of course, he had not been able to afford those skates before. But who cared? When winter was coming and half the people rushed to their nearest lake to go skating, it would always happen that some people left their skates unsupervised as they slipped into their normal shoes again and had maybe a sip of glühwein.
“Look at me, Raps,” he said, as he noticed her gaze drift downwards to her feet once again. “Don't focus too much onto your feet. Focus on where you want to go.”
“I am trying…” She did her best to raise her gaze, but kept looking downwards.
“Just remember, you are not walking, you are gliding over the ice.” He easily gave himself a push to glide backwards, leading her to follow.
While her skating was still shaky, she was at least moving now.
“See?”
“I… I think…” Slowly her smile returned, as she gave herself another push.
Keeping her gloved hands in his, he accelerated his pace just a bit. Thankfully Rapunzel was, despite everything, very confident when it came to physical tasks. As she noticed she was not falling again, she kept up, building up momentum, until he dared to let go of her hands. For a moment the shakiness returned into her pose, but she quickly caught herself. At first slowly she pushed herself across the ice. When she noticed she was not falling again, she started to laugh.
“Ha! I am doing it! See that?”
“You’re doing great!” he praised, while Cassandra still tried to somehow just stand upright.
“Great,” she muttered.
Eugene looked at her, rolling his eyes. Really, he knew why Raps had not gotten around to learning this with all the chaos happening last winter, but Cassandra? She lived here for so long, she should’ve gotten a chance to learn this. She was usually the master of any physical skill.
After a moment of hesitation, he skated over to her.
“Don’t think about it,” she groaned.
But he could not help but think about it, offering her his hand.
“I don’t need your help, Fitzgerald.” She pulled herself straight while balancing against the tree, while her legs were still trembling. With an expression of pure determination, she pushed herself away from the tree, gliding over the ice for about four yard, before she started flailing. Three more yards and she once more landed on her bum.
“I can see how little you need my help,” he commented dryly, following her. With all the gallantry he could muster he offered his hand again.
If looks could kill, he would’ve keeled over right then and there. But then again: If looks could kill, Cassandra would’ve killed him upon their first meeting (and Raps would’ve died by his side). Finally, she gave the most annoyed grunt, before clinging to his hand and allowing herself to be pulled up. “I don’t get how you’re gonna help me.”
“Just try to relax.”
Another killing look. “I am relaxed.”
This prompted Rapunzel to skate over to them. Her stopping could still use some work, as she almost crashed into her girlfriend as she took her shoulders. “You are really bad at relaxing, Cass.”
“I am not!”
Both of them just looked at her, making her sigh.
“Fine, maybe I am.”
Eugene managed a smile. “Just take a few deep breaths.”
Disgruntledly she obliged, breathing in and out and then in and out again. He could feel her relax at least a little, the trembling in her legs stopping. Exchanging a smile with Rapunzel, he started moving backwards again.
“Hey, wait,” Cassandra protested, as she was flailing for balance again.
“Just don’t think about it. Don’t look at your feet. Just look at me.”
“I can think of at least twenty better things to look at.”
He chuckled. “I can, too.” But at least her dry sarcasm got her to once again gaze at him murderously, making it easier for her to follow.
Much to his surprise she was way less sure about this then Rapunzel, still flailing from time to time as he accelerated their pace. Meanwhile Raps was just skating along, as if she had not struggled with this just ten minutes ago.
“I will let go now,” he announced, when Cass’ trembling finally stopped.
“Wait!” she protested, but it was too late. He let go, bringing some distance between them, just to see her flailing once more.
“Cass!” Rapunzel quickly took his place, stopping Cassandra from falling.
With a sigh the warrior lady clung to her, giving a relieved sigh, when she did not take another close encounter with the ice. “I think I hate skating.”
“Ah, come on,” Rapunzel said, giving her widest, warmest smile. “You can do it. Because you can do everything.”
At this Cassandra chuckled. “I am not you.”
“You are not,” Raps confirmed. “You’re better than me.”
When this got Cass to blush, Eugene could not hold back his laughter. “You are adorable.”
“Yeah, sure,” Cassandra muttered, evading his gaze.
Looking from one to the other, Rapunzel sighed. “Come on. Let’s just try this again, shall we?”
Cass shrugged. “Sure. Whatever.”
#Fluffcember#Fluff#Humor#OT3#rapunzel x cassandra x eugene#rapunzel x eugene x cassandra#rapunzel#tangled#cassandra tangled#eugene fitzherbert
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Don't Move, Darling
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/afUT7iK
by ismisesarah
Prompt: "Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight,"
Words: 1176, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Loki Drabbles
Fandoms: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Loki, Reader
Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader
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Late Night Libations - Chris Argent
Pairing: Chris Argent x Reader
Warnings: talk of injury, drinking
A/N: Celebration Summer #11. Prompt was Person A wearing Person B's clothes. Also, look at that man up there. Hot Damn.
WC: 1176
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You sat on the floor in Allison Argent’s bedroom and watched her sleep. You weren’t trying to be creepy, you were just in too much pain to sleep at the moment. The pack had fought with a group of rogues moving through the area. You’d been clawed and tossed into a tree. After Melissa stitched you up, she’d sent you off with the admonishment you couldn’t go home alone just in case of a concussion. Allison had immediately offered to bring you home with her.
Though you were a few years older than her, the two of you had become quick friends and often looked out for each other. So, she’d driven you to her house and helped you clean up when you kept pulling your stitches trying to do it yourself. As you were curvier than Ali, she’d raided her dad’s closet to get you a sweater and a pair of his sleep pants. You were warm and comfortable and in any other circumstances you would have curled up and been out like a light.
But you hurt. You ached deep in your bones. Plus, your head was buzzing in the way it only did after a fight. You always ran everything over and over again in your head thinking of all the different ways it could have played out. It was worse when you or someone else had been injured as you figured out how things could have gone differently. You’d hoped to just calm your brain enough you could go back to sleep but it didn’t appear as if that was going to happen anytime soon.
With a sigh, you eased yourself up off the floor. You knew where the pain killers and the alcohol were. Not the best combination but as long as you didn’t take anything stronger than Advil you figured you’d be fine. The whiskey would probably do you more good than the pills anyway. You made your way to the kitchen and popped three Ibuprofen with a glass of water. Then you padded out to the garage and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet Chris kept it in.
He didn’t want it in the house where there were often unsupervised teenagers so he kept it in the garage which was under full video surveillance. You and Derek were legal however and had shared a drink with the hunter more than once. Not as often as you’d like if you were honest. You’d had some seriously naughty thoughts about that man.
You carried the bottle into the kitchen and poured some into the glass you’d used for water.
“Pour me one while you’re at it.” The deep voice coming from behind you made you jump and you clenched your teeth as the stitches pulled.
“Christ, Argent. You scared the shit out of me.”
He chuckled as he moved closer. “Sorry.”
You hummed and shot him a look. He wasn’t sorry in the least. You handed him his glass before twisting the lid back on the bottle. When you sipped at your drink, you closed your eyes as you savored the taste. Feeling his gaze, you turned to him with a lifted brow. “Yes?”
He swallowed and his tongue ran along his bottom lip as his eyes trailed over you. “Are those my clothes?”
Your face heated and you tugged on the hem of the sweater. “Yeah. Sorry.” His gaze darkened and you had a hard time reading his expression. “My clothes were torn up and bloody. Ali said you wouldn’t mind.”
His expression shifted instantly as he sat his glass on the counter. He stepped closer to you. “What happened?” His voice was heavy with worry.
“We finally caught up with those rogues. I got clawed and tossed into a tree. Not my finest hour.” You always hated admitting any failings to him, afraid he’d think you weren’t capable.
“Let me see.” It was a cross between a demand and a request. He closed the little remaining distance between the two of you. You moved to lift the sweater, hissing when your stitches pulled again. His eyes locked on yours. “May I?” he asked as he gestured to your side.
At your nod, he lifted the sweater slowly. Only when the wound was fully exposed did his gaze move from your face to your side. “Damn it, sweetheart. I thought I told you to be more careful.”
You gave a little shrug. “It could have been worse. Glue fixed most of it. Only the deepest parts got the stitches.”
He shot you a glare before quickly returning his attention to your wound. “Let me see where you hit the tree.” You turned so he could see your back. You hadn’t seen it so you had no idea what it looked like. Fingers ran over your skin. “Fuck,” he breathed out and let the sweater drop.
You turned to face him to find he’d taken a step back. His jaw was set and his arms were crossed over his chest. “What did the doctor say?”
You bit your lip and glanced away.
His arms dropped and he stepped back into your space. He said your name but it was more than just your name; it was a warning.
Your eyes found his again. “It would just be so much to try to explain. Melissa fixed me up.”
“Well, that’s just lovely, sweetheart, but since when does Melissa have an x-ray machine to look at your back when it bounces off a tree?” You’d heard Chris angry before, but it had never been directed at you.
You looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry?”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. After a moment, he pulled you into his arms. Tension flowed from you and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “No, I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I worry about you almost more than Allison. At least she has the crossbow and can stay the hell out of the line of fire.”
He should probably tell her that. He’d have a coronary if he saw how up close and personal she used that thing sometimes. “You don’t have to worry about me, Chris. I can take care of myself.”
A sound of agreement left his lips and he placed a hand on the side of your face as he leaned back. “And what if I want to worry about you, sweetheart?”
You simply gazed at him without responding until he bent down to capture your lips with his. The kiss was short, sweet and long overdue. When he pulled away, you fisted your hands in his flannel to pull him back to you. He laughed against your lips but gave you what you wanted.
When Allison woke in the morning and couldn’t find you, she headed downstairs. Frowning at the quiet, she searched the lower level of the house. She found you and her father curled up together on the couch sound asleep. Smiling, she crept back up to her room texting Lydia as she went.
#chris argent x reader#teen wolf fanfiction#chris argent fanfiction#chris argent x you#celebration summer
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Title: You Come to Me Wild and Wired (chapter 37)
Author: @aurorawest
Rating: T
Relationships: Loki/Stephen Strange
Major Archive Warnings: none
Word Count: 1176
Summary: Loki drops by the Sanctum, just because. It's a good thing he does.
Inspired by today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt, the big city
Fills the following bingo squares:
O2 - buying flowers for no reason, @marvelfluffbingo
O4 - fainting, @badthingshappenbingo
I2 - Bleecker Street, @odinsonfamilybingo
I5 - asking for help, @lgbtqbingo
O2 - amputation, @anyfandomangstbingo
read it here!
And then, well, he’s right here, and he’s got roses, so the only thing he really can do at this point is turn and head west down Sullivan, sun high overhead and lighting his way. He drinks the chocolate milk and tosses it in a bin when he’s done, and then he’s there, and even though he hadn’t exactly planned on coming, maybe there was never much choice. The bright blue doors open for him without him touching them, and he steps into the cool, quiet foyer.
#froststrange#strangefrost#loki odinson#stephen strange#loki laufeyson#loki fanfiction#stephen strange fanfiction#doctor strange#doctor strange fanfiction#flash fiction friday#mcu fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#fanfiction
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Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 6
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7
1101) Bittersweet Scars (Chapters in progress)
1102) not in my good satantic cul de sac (short story)
1103) How Did You Love? (Chapters in progress)
1104) Sea of Emotions (Chapters in progress)
1105) "and always, there is hunger / i will admit that i do not know if i should hold you or eat you." (Chapters in progress)
1106) The Gifts of Desecration (Chapters in progress)
1107) Vampiric Love (Chapters in progress)
1108) Lady Dimitrescu spanks Jean-Jacques Rousseau (short story)
1109) Some People Say A Man Is Made Outta Mud (Chapters in progress)
1110) Irreplaceable (Chapters in progress)
1111) Give In- A Lady D x Fem Reader Story (Chapters in progress)
1112) We're Going Home (short story)
1113) Look Out the Window (short story)
1114) A Hope in Hell (Chapters in progress)
1115) Shared Depths (Chapters in progress)
1116) 睡美人 (Chapters Completed)
1117) Everything You Never Wanted (Chapters in progress)
1118) Part Two: The Chase (short story)
1119) In Your Light (short story)
1120) the lady's hound (Chapters in progress)
1121) My crazy family (Chapters Completed)
1122) Within these walls our fates shall intertwine (Chapters in progress)
1123) I Dreamt of Yellow Flowers (Chapters in progress)
1124) white scars (Chapters in progress)
1125) Craving (Chapters in progress)
1126) Your walls are blizzards, but your center is a garden. (Chapters in progress)
1127) I'll take you anywhere you need to go (short story)
1128) Welcome to the Family, Boy (short story)
1129) Red Tainted Thorns (Chapters in progress)
1130) Ain’t So Tough (short story)
1131) You Pushed Yourself Too Far, Cassandra (short story)
1132) Tentalinigus (short story)
1133) A Pretentious Journey (Chapters in progress)
1134) Ask me to leave (Chapters in progress)
1135) Sanguis Virginis (Chapters in progress)
1136) Through fated stars (Chapters in progress)
1137) Bela and the maiden (Chapters Completed)
1138) maiden's virtue (Chapters in progress)
1139) The Tragedy of Salvatore Moreau (Chapters in progress)
1140) Looking Through (short story)
1141) Part of the Family (Chapters in progress)
1142) Behind Porcelain Eyes (Chapters in progress)
1143) something wretched & oh so beautiful (Chapters in progress)
1144) A Promise of a Lifetime of Love even after death (short story)
1145) Rough Day (short story)
1146) A Sacrifice To The Goddess...es (short story)
1147) Little Fawn (Chapters in progress)
1148) Дневник Моро (short story)
1149) The Adventures of Ethan Winters and His Friend (Chapters in progress)
1150) I'm all hers (Chapters in progress)
1151) Ethan's Romp in The Village (Chapters in progress)
1152) Famished Follies and a Flower (short story)
1153) Suck the Blood from My Wound (short story)
1154) Ophelia (Chapters in progress)
1155) Everything Right, Still Not Enough (Chapters in progress)
1156) The enemy of my enemy is my friend? (Chapters in progress)
1157) The Horse Lord's Morning Glory (Chapters in progress)
1158) What Lies Beneath (Chapters in progress)
1159) Won't Bite (Chapters Completed)
1160) Into The Realm Of Supernaturals (Chapters in progress)
1161) little sister. (Chapters in progress)
1162) We Lay in Our Graves (short story)
1163) meet me in the pale moonlight (short story)
1164) A Dinner? (short story)
1165) Divine Taste (short story)
1166) Thorn In Her Side (short story)
1167) Resident Evil Village: An Alternate Path.
1168) Our Dear Hunter (Chapters in progress)
1169) Lady in Black (Creative, I know) (Chapters in progress)
1170) Yes, my Lady. I see you. (Chapters in progress)
1171) Bite Me, Asshole (Chapters in progress)
1172) Finding One's self (Chapters in progress)
1173) The Maid's Diary (Chapters in progress)
1174) Die Schöne und das Biest (Chapters in progress)
1175) Death's Angel (Chapters in progress)
1176) Sit on me, Lady (short story)
1177) Risking Just Enough (Chapters in progress)
1178) Ceasefire (short story)
1179) drunk on you (Chapters Completed)
1180) Pawns in Red (short story)
1181) Bound by Sins of the Past (Chapters in progress)
1182) Just Like You (short story)
1183) A Maiden for a Day (short story)
1184) Worried (short story)
1185) Diamonds and Rust (Chapters in progress)
1186) Partners (Chapters in progress)
1187) I'll Have The Usual (Chapters in progress)
1188) entomopathogenic (short story)
1189) Deflower me, my lady (short story)
1190) Desflórame, dama mía (short story)
1191) My Little Bugs (short story)
1192) Doncella depravada (short story)
1193) A Modest Proposal (short story)
1194) dragon's maiden (Chapters in progress)
1195) Blood Hell Night (Chapters in progress)
1196) A Peculiar Servant (Chapters in progress)
1197) The Pet of House Dimitrescu (short story)
1198) Sleepy Cuddles (short story)
1199) Happy Family (Chapters in progress)
1200) Lady Dimitrescu (short story)
1201) Anything and Everything (All of the time) (Chapters in progress)
1202) You Feel Pure (short story)
1203) In the Dragon's Claws (Chapters in progress)
1204) Tales of the side of the road. (Chapters in progress)
1205) The Son of Dimitrescu (Chapters Completed)
1206) Can We Try? (Chapters Completed)
1207) Paying Your Respects (Chapters Completed)
1208) Tentacle Entanglement (short story)
1209) The Final Waltz (short story)
1210) Little Red Dress (short story)
1211) a new home, a new family (Chapters in progress)
1212) Adventures in the Village (Chapters in progress)
1213) Lady Dimitrescu's New Vintage (Chapters in progress)
1214) Feed the Machine (Chapters in progress)
1215) A lifetime and an eternity after (short story)
1216) ses terribles jeux (short story)
1217) The Metal Doll (Chapters in progress)
1218) olly olly oxenfree (Chapters in progress)
1219) Till Death Do Us Part, or Not. (Chapters in progress)
1220) The Maid's Observation Notes - Short Stories (Chapters in progress)
1221) Mandatory High School AU That No One (Except Daniela Dimitrescu) Asked For (Chapters in progress)
1222) Daughter of Dione: Is Thirty Seconds All I Have? (Chapters in progress)
1223) Book of Pyroclasm (Chapters in progress)
1224) Don't Want Your Heart (Between My Teeth) (Chapters in progress)
1225) The Book of Blood and Bedlam (Chapters in progress)
1226) Metal and Blood (Chapters in progress)
1227) A Sentimental Noose (Chapters Completed)
1228) How could I refuse? (Chapters in progress)
1229) Village of Gods and Angels (Chapters in progress)
1230) Dream (short story)
1231) Heavy (short story)
1232) How an immortal dies (short story)
1233) Wir werden sehen (short story)
1234) What's that coming over the hill? (Is it a monster?) (Chapters in progress)
1235) Sorrow, Joy, Rage, and Pleasure (Chapters in progress)
1236) Built on a Lie (Chapters in progress)
1237) “ Dress Up ” (short story)
1238) Mother Mia (Chapters in progress)
1239) Măr de Sânge (Chapters in progress)
1240) Hard-wired tragedys (Chapters in progress)
1241) Are you Single? (Chapters in progress)
1242) butterflies in your stomach (short story)
1243) A Cold Village (Chapters in progress)
1244) all i want is to be your harbor (Chapters in progress)
1245) Comfort (short story)
1246) Ichor & Steel (Chapters Completed)
1247) A Missing Link (short story)
1248) Can't Get No (short story)
1249) The Daughters, The Lady and You (short story)
1250) My Darling (Chapters in progress)
1251) Something Wicked (Chapters in progress)
1252) Screws (Chapters Completed)
1253) Mother is God, in the eyes of her children (Chapters in progress)
1254) Resident Evil | Family (Chapters in progress)
1255) The Turn of the Screw (Chapters in progress)
1256) Absolution (Chapters in progress)
1257) Before Winter starts (Chapters in progress)
1258) Beauty Is In The Eye of The Beholder (short story)
1259) 𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊: 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (Chapters in progress)
1260) Greater Innocence (Chapters in progress)
1261) Lady's Pet (short story)
1262) we'll both make it out alive, i promise (Chapters in progress)
1263) If I Catch Fire (Chapters in progress)
1264) Wenn Ich Weiß, Was Liebe Ist, Dann Wegen Dir || If I Know What Love Is, It Is Because Of You (Chapters in progress)
1265) Her Maiden (Chapters in progress)
1266) What's A Mother To Do? (Chapters in progress)
1267) The Huntress of Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)
1268) I'm Begging for Mercy on my Mind (Chapters Completed)
1269) Tough as Thorns (Chapters Completed)
1270) Broken Telephone (short story)
1271) Re and dsmp crossover prompt (short story)
1272) Lady Dimitrescu/fem reader birthday special (short story)
1273) Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave (short story)
1274) Mystery of the blackwood family (Chapters in progress)
1275) Romantic Machinations (Chapters in progress)
1276) What We May Be (Chapters in progress)
1277) Best 10/10 (short story)
1278) Foggy Nightmares (Chapters in progress)
1279) Some Things Stay The Same And Some Times They Change (Chapters in progress)
1280) Bend and Break (Chapters in progress)
1281) Verbena (TRIGGER WARNING) (Chapters in progress)
1282) home (am i home?) (short story) (Chapters in progress)
1283) REtirement (Chapters in progress)
1284) Not-So-Rude Awakening (Chapters Completed)
1285) Mother is the Name for God (Chapters Completed)
1286) The Four Lord's Grace After Stories (Chapters in progress)
1287) Funny Things (Chapters in progress)
1288) The Carriage Ride Home (short story)
1289) The Dragon's Favorite Treasure (short story)
1290) the lightning says something, and the thunder answers back (short story)
1291) let's walk into the woods; (Chapters in progress)
1292) Drawn (Chapters in progress)
1293) Not All That Glitters is Gold (Chapters in progress)
1294) go back (short story)
1295) Instincts (Chapters in progress)
1296) what you're made of (Chapters Completed)
1297) Misery Loves Company (Chapters in progress)
1298) Your Dagger Upon My Sword (Chapters in progress)
1299) When Night Comes (Chapters in progress)
1300) Heimarmene (Chapters in progress)
1301) Till I breathe my last breath. (Chapters in progress)
1302) The shy dollmaker (Chapters in progress)
1303) Even The Scraps He Keeps (Chapters in progress)
1304) Period Piece (short story)
1305) Gender Euphoria (short story)
1306) Obsession of a Metal Man (Chapters in progress)
1307) Day of Rites (Chapters in progress)
1308) Moonlit Masters (Chapters in progress)
1309) Blood bag (Chapters in progress)
1310) Unfathomable Violence (Chapters in progress)
1311) Nightmare: A Karl Heisenberg story (Chapters in progress)
1312) Mercy for a Maiden (Chapters in progress)
1313) The Heir of the House of Beneviento (Chapters in progress)
1314) Adjustments (Chapters in progress)
1315) Plaything (short story) (Chapters in progress)
1316) Obsessed ➰ (Chapters in progress)
1317) Your Lord and Master (Chapters in progress)
1318) Hunted (Chapters in progress)
1319) The fifth lord (Chapters in progress)
1320) Phoenix Feeding (short story)
1321) Salvatore Moreau: Matchmaker Extraordinare! (Chapters in progress)
1322) The no.1 reaper apprentice finds out why Lady D is nicknamed as such (short story)
1323) Ethan the Pacifist (Chapters in progress)
1324) The Visit (Chapters in progress)
1325) Her Addiction (Chapters in progress)
1326) Will I Find My Home In You? (short story)
1327) Assistant To Aristocracy (Chapters in progress)
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emotional | last light!au
wc: 1176
prompt: medtober 2021, day eleven alt, “emotional”
warnings: alcohol, depression, brief mention of blood + child death (literally just one sentence each)
I’ve also used picture #7 from my image prompts, requested by anon, so consider that prompt filled
Ava’s ten minutes late picking Sarah up for work, something that she never usually lets happen, and she scolds herself for it as she races up the stairs two at a time. The elevator in Sarah’s building is out of order, but it’s so old and cranky that even if it wasn’t, taking the stairs would still be the faster option. Plus, it’s an extra bit of cardio before work, which is never a bad thing.
She knocks three times on Sarah’s front door, then leans against the wall to catch her breath. She’s not as fit as she used to be, not since she stopped going to the gym, and as the burning in her chest ebbs away, she makes a note on her phone to get a new membership. Even just an hour there was enough to make her feel better about herself and leave her more energised, and as she reckons with this new level of fitness, she can’t believe she ever gave it up.
The door opens a minute later, and as soon as it does, Ava knows something’s wrong.
Sarah’s standing there in just a dark grey tank top and underwear, and she’s looking at Ava through half-lidded eyes. Her mascara’s smudged underneath and runs in tracks down her cheeks, and her hair, usually so carefully styled, is thrown up into a messy bun, with curls escaping all over the place. She reeks of alcohol and sweat, and it takes everything in Ava not to flinch at the sight of her.
Instead, she steps inside, closing the door behind them, then turns and tries to assess the situation.
It’s been a while since she was last actually in Sarah’s apartment, a couple of weeks at least, and everything looks so different now. The curtains have all been pulled shut, and the only light comes from a golden lamp in the corner of the living room, but the state of the place is still painfully obvious. There are dirty dishes piled on every available surface and filling the sink, and clothes cover the couch and armchair. The TV’s blaring, and the bottom few inches of the screen are blocked out by the empty alcohol bottles that litter the unit it sits on. Ava can’t bear to think what the rest of the apartment looks like.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” She asks, and Sarah simply shakes her head.
“I missed you,” she slurs, leaning into Ava and taking hold of her hand. “I love you.”
“Jesus Christ. Don’t, just- don’t.” The smell of alcohol coming off Sarah’s breath is too much, and Ava finds herself letting go of her hand and putting some distance between the two of them.
With that, Sarah slumps down against the wall, knees to her chest, and starts humming quietly to herself. It gives Ava an opportunity to pull her phone out of her coat pocket, and she quickly fires off a couple of texts to Goodwin, Dr Charles, and Dr Latham, letting them all know that neither she nor Sarah will be coming in today.
When the little swoosh confirms that all texts have been delivered, she puts her phone away, then makes her way over to the couch. At the very least, Sarah needs somewhere she can sit or lie down, so Ava gathers up all the clothes, grabbing the ones from the armchair as well, and carries them into the bathroom to dump in the laundry hamper. There’s dried blood in the sink, and she can’t bring herself to think about where it came from. That’s a problem for later.
Sarah’s still sitting on the floor when Ava leaves the bathroom, but as soon as she sees her girlfriend, she pushes herself up, pausing for a moment so the world will stop spinning, then follows her into the living room.
“Lie down,” Ava instructs, pointing at the now-empty sofa, and Sarah begins to object.
“I don’t care. Lie down and let me look after you. Please.”
The desperation in Ava’s eyes is enough to convince Sarah, so she makes her way over and settles down on the soft cushions, legs stretched out until her toes touch the end. She strokes the patterns in the fabric, eyes drifting between her fingertips and Ava’s movements around the room.
She’s tidying up the best she can, putting the empty bottles in a big black sack and going back and forth to the kitchen with all the dirty bowls and cups. Already, the room looks better, but it’s only when Ava pulls the curtains open that either of them can fully appreciate it. The sunlight streams into the room, and Ava guesses it’s the first time these walls have seen natural light in days.
“You need some fresh air, I think,” she says, opening the windows as wide as they’ll go. “I’m saying this because I love you, but Sarah, it does not smell good in here.”
With that, she disappears out of Sarah’s field of vision, then reappears a moment later holding a big, white blanket. She gently places it over Sarah’s body, pulling it back over her shoulders slightly, then leans down to place a kiss to her temple.
“I’ve got you. You know that, don’t you?”
Sarah attempts a nod, but it’s difficult with the left side of her face smushed into the sofa.
“Good. I’m glad.” Ava sits down on the armchair, legs crossed. “I’ve called us both in sick, okay? So today is just about making you better, nothing else. And if you want to talk to me about whatever’s caused this, just say.”
Another half-nod, then silence.
The TV’s still on, so Ava focuses her attention on that, but every minute or so, she glances over at Sarah, checking that she’s okay. But it’s easy to get sucked into those obviously-fake reality shows, and it’s only at the start of the ad break that Ava realises how long she was watching for.
She quickly turns the TV off, then looks over at Sarah, heart breaking as she notices her shoulders shaking. The blanket’s covering her face now, muffling the sound of her sobs, and it’s all Ava can do not to start crying with her.
Instead, she kneels on the floor in front of Sarah, carefully pulling the blanket away from her face, then waits a moment before wiping the tears off her girlfriend’s cheeks.
“Oh, Sarah. Please- please let me help you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Sarah doesn’t say anything, just chokes out more sobs, and for a few minutes, the two of them stay like that. Eventually though, the sobs start to lessen until they’re just hiccups, and Sarah thinks she can form a sentence. She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, trying to find the words, and for a second, she’s not sure she will.
But then they’re there, right on the tip of her tongue, and she knows she has to do this.
One deep breath, then another, then—
“I killed my daughter."
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Here is my contribution to the FIRST 2021 @gleefanfictionfriday prompt. This story is set in kb.ellen’s A Summer Story. With permission from the author, I have written a little one-shot set somewhere between Chapter 10 and 16. It’s a BEAUTIFUL story and only has 2 chapters left before it’s all done. You will be able to enjoy the story without reading the original, though.
Title: Stargazing Memories
Beta: @teddyshoney
Words: 1176
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Kurt reminisces on some of his experiences here in Cassville while waiting for Blaine to show up. This is one of those memories.
You can read it HERE on AO3 and HERE on FF.net.
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