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Short Stony Fics Masterlist
5 Times Steve Was Insecure, + 1 Time Tony Was (ao3) - kenzithewriter
E, 3k
Summary: 5 times Steve was insecure, starting with joining the Avengers, and continuing over time as his relationship with Tony progresses, and then +1 of Tony being insecure with Steve.
American Pie (ao3) - aven_garde
E, 5k
Summary: There's a mission that requires Steve to strip down to his underwear. His American flag themed underwear. Tony is very interested.
approval (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor
G, 2k
Summary: Rhodes is coming to visit Tony for the weekend, and he's also meeting Steve, Tony's new boyfriend, for the first time.
Borderline (ao3) - nix_this
E, 4k
Summary: Sex. With feelings. Also, fisting.
Caffeine, Otherwise Known as the Key to Tony Stark's Heart (ao3) - sol-nox (parasoling)
T, 3k
Summary: A new coffee shop opens across the street from Stark Tower. Steve is the hot, sweet and predictably clueless owner. Tony tries to do what he does best.
cute quaterbacks (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor
T, 1k
Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark
Distraction (is a “D” word, so it’s okay) (ao3) - ChancreDoll
M, 3k
Summary: Steve and Tony return to base after a terrible battle. Tony attempts to distract Steve from his grief with reason, sex, and finally his unique form of Tony Stark humor (and caring).
Flirt with Me (ao3) - holmesintardis
E, 2k
Summary: In his own way, Steve finally comes to grips with Tony’s incessant flirting. Tony can’t say he doesn’t love Steve’s methods.
Hot for Teacher - ceealaina
T, 3k
Summary: Tony is the established physics teacher, Steve is the truly terrible new guidance counsellor. It’s not quite love at first sight (but it’s a pretty close thing).
Just Come Home (ao3) - Pearl_Unplanned
T, 3k
Summary: It had been four months since Tony had last seen his Alpha. It was supposed to be a normal mission, infiltrating A.I.M. But something must've gone wrong, because they'd lost all contact with Steve, the day he was supposed to be back. He was going to tell his Alpha the second that he was home that he was going to be a father.
Only, Steve didn't come home.
(Or pregnant Omega Tony is scared when his Alpha goes missing. When they do find Steve, four months later, he isn’t alone, and the Rogers-Stark family will never be the same.)
Lifesaver (ao3) - copperbadge
G, 1k
Summary: Steve really, really hates being sick.
me and you +1 (ao3) - samandbucky
N/R, 4k
Summary: Steve discovers that he's pregnant after the events of Civil War, but he doesn't get a chance to tell Tony because Team Cap is currently in hiding, and Steve can't risk calling Tony and getting the others in trouble. Steve is trying to get through the pregnancy, but it's hard when he doesn't have Tony around. He's grateful for Natasha and Sam's support, but it's not the same.
quiet golden shores (ao3) - JenTheSweetie
M, 3k
Summary: A few months ago when Tony had thrown out casually, “You could always visit my place in the Caribbean,” Steve had asked if he meant a private island, and Tony had dismissed, “Nah, it’s just a compound on an isolated peninsula,” and Steve had been about to roll his eyes even before Tony added, “Private islands are excessive, I sold all of mine in the 90s.”
Stuck With You (Seriously?) (ao3) - Jaune_Chat
E, 2k
Summary: Steve and Tony are drugged, captured, and wake up in a very compromising position. There's really only one way out. Sex.
In other news, Tony thinks the Avengers need better villains. ;)
Triple Date (ao3) - upquark
T, 3k
Summary: Tony has a cunning plan to get a date with Steve. Darcy's in it for the food.
Unburied (ao3) - attenuata
E, 3k
Summary: Steve and Tony meet up after a long time away from each other. Tony has been repressing all his feelings and when he sees some women try to hit on Steve at the bar they're at, he can't control his jealousy. Will he confess his attraction to Steve or just be a dick?
voglio sentirti (ao3) - lackluster_lexicon
E, 4k
Summary: Steve returns to Stark Tower ten months after leaving Tony in Siberia.
Wanderer (ao3) - 51stCenturyFox
M, 1k
Summary: Tony jerks away like he's awakened to find himself taunting an alligator with a raw chicken, and almost falls on the floor.
"You sleepwalked," Steve says, stating the obvious,"into my bed."
We're Going Off-Script (ao3) - ishipallthings
T, 5k
Summary: “Or, maybe you just need practice?” Steve blinks at Tony’s question, confused. Maybe Tony needs more sleep than he thought. He’ll have to check with JARVIS.
“Practice - at dating?”
(Steve needs help in the dating department. Tony is happy to help out, because he’s a very good friend. That’s definitely the only reason.)
why stop now (ao3) - Zekkass
E, 4k
Summary: Tony's an alpha, Steve's an alpha, they shouldn't work.
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Hiiii!
Do you have any recs under 10k that are just sweet and fluffy and overall feel-good?
T.
Hi, anon! So the library does have these two fic recs to look through:
✤ Short Fics (pt 1)
✤ Short Fics (pt 2)
And then here are a few more that fit what you're looking for:
I Remember (The Distances We Covered) by @lululawrence
@ColleenisStylish: @LouisTomlinson my dad thinks he’s sat next to you on a train from Edinburgh right now, so if you could confirm that would be amazing. His name is Harry and he’s just had white wine and says you’re on red x
Louis glanced at the glass of red wine in his hand before taking a quick look around those nearest him on the train. Just across the aisle in a seat facing him was a man with graying, curly hair falling into his face yet somehow staying above his glasses. He was reading a book as he tapped his foot, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, and there sitting on the table in front of him was a half glass of white wine.
Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee , red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa
Accept. Harry had laid out accept. Louis felt like his cheeks were hurting, he was smiling so hard.
Asking to court someone wasn’t as common anymore and these days it basically was just a fancy way of asking someone to date them but Louis had always liked the idea and practice of traditional courting.
Giving his Omega little gifts and tokens of affection, finally getting to scent them properly and maybe even offering clothes to be added to the Omega’s nest.
Harry accepting was worth the world to Louis and he couldn’t wait to get to show his best friend, his Omega, how much exactly he meant to him.
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after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.
you give me feelings that i adore by @alwaysxlarrie
Harry doesn’t mean to fall in love with Louis’ scent when they first meet after the Alpha joins Harry's study group, but after Harry leaves a sweater behind by accident and it comes back smelling like Louis, he can’t really help it. Nor can he really help continuing to leave his things behind in hopes that Louis will take them home and drench them in his wonderful, mouth-watering scent. He just has to hope Louis will play along.
Or, 5 times Louis scents Harry's things and the 1 time Harry returns the gesture.
seven, seven by @nouies
“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”
#ask#anon#ficrec#nouies#alwaysxlarrie#enchantedlandcoffee#redpanda28#lululawrence#shortfics#under10k#under5k
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Serenity em fotos.
Leia aqui (apenas para maiores de 18 anos!)
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FOR ME? (neuvillette x gn!reader)
SALUTATIONS. for me?
ADDRESSED. neuvillette (x gn!reader)
STAMP. in which he came back from his trip to qiaoying village and brought a few things for you!
CONTENT. ooc (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationship, possibly cheesy, possible grammar errors, takes place during hustle and bustle quest from the recent lantern rite update!
POST-SCRIPT. here’s my post dedicated to @staarri’s birthday and milestone event — congratulations on your milestone and happy belated birthday to you, zira! furthermore, this fic is inspired by a wriolette fanart made by @/visualkid_n that i saw on my feed !!
LINKS. masterlist / taglist
For a man such as NEUVILLETTE who is as busy as can be and rarely leaves Fontaine, you thought you were in a different universe when your lover first told you that he’ll be going on a trip to Liyue and visit Qiaoying Village. It’s not often to find your lover taking a break from his duties as the Iudex, let alone travel to another nation with his busy schedule, yet here he was.
He tried to invite you really, telling you that he’d like you to come with him and spend time together, but given your schedule, you could only turn him down despite wanting to accept.
And so you spent half a day with your lover away from the nation, often wondering how he is and if he’s not sulking too much about you not being able to come with him. Though, knowing how he is, you’re sure he’ll be alright – he can live in not seeing you for a day.
Take note, it was only half a day.
To your surprise, Neuvillette came back home much earlier than expected, standing by your doorstep with a few bags in hand, his eyes brightening at the sight of you.
“How was your trip?” You asked as you provided him some water for him to drink after he came inside your shared home.
“It was… quite enjoyable, but not as much as I longed for you to be there with me.” He responds softly, thanking you for the drink before taking a sip.
You gave him an apologetic smile, sitting down next to him on the sofa. “Sorry.. I’ll come with you next time when you decide to travel again.” You spoke, before glancing at the numerous items that are placed on the floor. “Though may I ask, what are all these items for?”
Neuvillette placed his cup down, glancing at the items as well before saying casually, “Ah, they’re for you, my dear.”
Come again?
You blinked a few times, staring at your lover as if he just told you the most absurd thing.
“Eh? All of them…?” You clarified.
It didn’t help that the Iudex looked unbothered, as if this is almost nothing for him. “Yes, of course. Why do you look so surprised?” He asks. “I was only thinking of you and how you were while I was away, and I happened to find a lot of things that reminded me of you.”
“Neuvi…” You said, staring down at the bag, still processing the fact that your lover bought so many things in one day just for you. “I do hope you’re aware that you didn’t have to do such things! This is quite shocking for me!” You commented.
He hummed. “I am aware, of course. But I happen to find myself making a few spontaneous decisions that’s inspired from my trip. Do forgive me, my dear, I did miss you after all.”
You could only sigh with a smile of defeat. “Well, it’s not as if I can reject such thoughtful gestures from you, but do go on and tell me more about your trip. How was Qiaoying Village? I read Charlotte's article about Liyue’s tea industry earlier.”
“The trip is quite refreshing. I took the opportunity to try their local spring water, and the aftertaste is much purer than what was delivered to me in Fontaine.” He said with a pleased look.
You find yourself listening intently to him as he goes on about the waters of Liyue, not being able to hide the amused look on your face from how fond he is about tasting water, and it only took a few minutes before he changed the subject to something else.
“Ah, that reminds me, I mentioned earlier that my trip happened to inspire a few spontaneous decisions, and one of them happened to be trying out ceramics.” He explains.
“My, the Iudex trying out ceramics?” You teased, causing his mouth to twitch upwards more.
“It’s quite an interesting activity. I’ve never once thought about how quotidian vessels were crafted until I participated in their very making. Nonetheless, I made something for you.” He adds.
To your shock, Neuvillette brought out a tea set with a design that reminded you of a certain sea creature. Who knew your lover would be amazing at the ceramic arts?
“Neuvi, you made these? For me?” You ask, aweing at the cute design that he made. “They’re so cute! You did such an amazing job, you made it by hand and everything!” You flattered him.
He smiled more from your compliment, placing the tea set down on the coffee table for you to touch and admire his work that he made just for you. “I thought it’d be good to give you this. It’d mean a lot to me if you’d accept.”
“Of course I will! You made this yourself, I couldn’t ask anything more than that.” You replied.
Suddenly, an idea came to your mind. “Tell you what, why don’t we use this for water tasting together when the next delivery arrives?”
“That’ll make me all the more happier, my dear.”
PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @ragnvdnr @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @astrequa @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade @melodyyamino @dudufodd @somberrock @yevenly @lemontum @nghing @shaiah @miss-lady-witch @yashe @imkaaayy @badlywrittens @0rah-s @totallynotaraidensimp @garlicforthewin
#zira's lover : event#neuvillette x reader#genshin x reader#neuvillette x gn reader#neuvillette x reader fluff#genshin x reader fluff#neuvillette fluff#genshin drabbles#neuvillette drabbles#neuvillette shortfic#genshin shortfic#neuvillette x you#neuvillette x y/n#neuvillette#genshin x gn reader#neuvillette x gender neutral reader#genshin x gender neutral reader
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Doch ahnst du auch wie tief sich meine Seele im Ozean deines Haars verfängt?
musician!Eddie x afab!reader
nsfw E 18+ piv, pegging, crying, hair pulling :3
The 90s come around and Eddie is entering his alternative Metal/Rock phase and starts growing out his bangs.
just some sloppy horny thoughts about Eddie and his hair, (started as a note, turned into a drabble, very probably messy, but it got the job done)
His hair reaches the middle of his back and it's the way he runs his hand through the front part to get it out of the way while his fingers strum a heavy gloomy melody, just to slowly slide back into his face mere moments later, that has you hypnotized in this small shitty club with sticky floors and sticky walls.
He keeps doing it after the gig, seated at the bar, roots sweaty and tips a little tangled and you can't decide if you want to comb the small knots out with your fingers or grab a fist full near his scalp to hold him in place while he keeps hypnotizing you with those tattooed knuckles between your legs.
You get to do both when you take him home with you that night; silky strands of chestnut spilling out your fist, as you pull his head back as far as his tendons allow to bite at that thick salty neck while you ride him into oblivion.
It forms ever-changing ornaments on your belly and chest as Eddie bents over you, holding your legs spread wide as he fucks you deep and slow and dragging, taking his time to unravel you while you keep making a tangled a mess out of this ocean of hair with your trembling hands.
You loop it all around your fist, once, twice and his pretty back bends for you, beads of sweat collecting in the dip of his spine as you line up that toy with his hole, holding him tight as you slide past the ring of muscle and listen to him whine your name. Eddie has been mouthy the whole night but as you sink into him again and again and again and faster and faster, faster and deeper and as you push him further down and change the angle of your thrusts his words stumble and hitch and his begging flows as one endless word and you keep going, keep wrecking him until his words run dry, replaced by hard-pressed panting and guttural moans and soft soft whimpering. You release his hair and let him slump against the sheets. You slow the movement of your hips and reach around and down to find his hot heavy cock waiting to be touched and as you stroke him slowly, fuck him slowly, Eddie starts to writhe and twitch and whine and he comes long and hard inside your fist.
“I drooled on your sheets,” he mumbles, spent and slack, his cheek squished against your chest. “Might be drooling on your tits right now.”
Your fingers gently comb his hair, gently scratch his scalp, soothing every ache left behind. “No might about it,” you chuckle. “Don’t worry, goes well with the cum.”
“And the tears,” he adds and sighs and looks up at you. “Can’t believe you made me cry.”
A strand of hair falls into his face, you don’t brush it back this time. “I can’t believe I didn’t get to see it.”
He smiles and sighs and dips his head to kiss your mouth, then looks into your eyes. “Then let me spread my legs for you next time.”
#Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson x Reader#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie Munson smut#shortfic#somnambulic-thing#my fic
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Breakfast With Dad 🍳🥞
“Quando a escola de Elio anuncia o evento de café da manhã com o pai como parte de suas atividades, ele se prepara para ter um dia ruim. É uma surpresa quando Louis, um voluntário, aparece para almoçar com ele.
Agora ele precisa bolar um plano para juntá-lo com sua mãe: Harry.”
⚠️ Contém: momrry / kid fic / embora tecnicamente seja um pré-adolescente / louddy / harry é mãe solteira / louis é mais novo / diferença de idade / harry!bottom / louis!top / breeding kink / mpreg / found family / h com pronomes masculinos e femininos / domestic fluff.
Leia “Breakfast With Dad” no meu wattpad @larentsfilm! Uma fanfic com muito momrry e louddy!
#ao3#fanfics#larry stylinson#ao3 writer#gay#harry bottom#harry styles#louis tomlinson#louis tops#enemies to lovers#momrry#louddy#shortfic#larry
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I absolutely adore your writing!!! The way you write Drarry is so comforting and delicious. Would it be possible for you to do either 67 (Character in peril) or 27 (Sick/Injured fic) with 61 (Love Confession)?
67: character in peril + 61: love confession
send me a trope mash-up!
They were going to die.
Harry knew it as surely as he knew his own name. They were locked in a small space, surrounded on all sides: the Mediwizards were a few minutes away yet, and even if they got here they wouldn't be able to make it through the blockade outside. It was a possibility every Auror knew they'd have to face and a possibility Harry'd been facing since he was eleven. They took down the largest cross-breed smuggling ring in all of Europe. He and Malfoy would probably have their names permanently engraved in the DMLE. It was an all-around success, other than the dying thing, so it was—it was fine.
Malfoy's eyes were wide. He was pressed up against Harry, his wand trembling just barely in his hand. Harry could practically hear his jackrabbiting pulse—could see the thin pale shape of his pinched face. "This is it, then," he said. His voice was pitched barely above a whisper.
"Not a bad way to go out." Harry tried for a grin and didn't quite make it there. "Finally got the glory you were always talking about, yeah?"
Malfoy laughed: a choked, humourless thing. "They're going to put a picture of us up in the halls."
"Next to the Dumbledore portrait."
"Ugh," said Malfoy. "Bit ironic, isn't it?"
"You've earned your keep, I think," said Harry absentmindedly. Terribly, unwisely, his attention was focused not on their impending doom—not on the footsteps making their way to the cupboard they'd gotten trapped in, not the bloody death that'd surely follow—but on the small unhappy curve of Malfoy's mouth, the way his hair fell into his eyes.
This is it, he thought, and then he thought: fuck it.
"You can push me away," he said roughly by way of warning, and then he pulled Malfoy into a desperate, hungry kiss. For a moment, Malfoy was entirely still—and then he sprung back, burying his hands in Harry's hair, biting his lip and groaning when Harry made a small noise in response.
"I've," he said around a pant, dropping kisses to Harry's upper lip, his chin, the line of his throat, then, "I'm—I love you. Thought you should know before we—"
"I thought," Harry said breathlessly. "I thought—I never knew—" Distantly, he heard the footsteps quickening, getting closer, and the last thing he'd feel would be Malfoy's mouth hot on his jaw, Malfoy's words plucking at his heart, and maybe this really wasn't a bad way to go out—
"Hm," said Hermione as the door burst open, her mouth doing that thing it did whenever she wanted to smile but was trying very hard to look stern. "Glad to see you two are so focused on the job."
Draco straightened, flushed pink, and staggered to his feet. His robes were rumpled and his tie was askew. Harry was torn between pulling him back down and finding a hole to crawl into and die. "If you hadn't noticed," he said, coolly, "we did the job already. It's finished."
Hermione's lips were still pursed, but when Harry gazed beseechingly at her and asked, "Can we go home and do all the paperwork tomorrow?", she openly laughed and waved them off with a congratulations.
"So," said Harry after a few minutes spent shuffling off the scene in silence. "About that thing you said earlier—"
"Urgh." Malfoy wrenched his face away. "We can just forget about it, please."
"But—" Harry paused, gripped Malfoy's wrist just to have something to hold onto. "But I don't want to."
Malfoy stared at him for three seconds. He was perfectly motionless, his expression as blank as a still pond. He said: "You didn't say it back, over there. So—"
"I thought the kiss was enough of a signal," Harry said drily. Something rippled over Malfoy's face, but it was gone before Harry could read it, and he rolled his eyes. "Obviously I love you too, you idiot; why else would I do that?"
"Us mere mortals don't dare ask why you do anything, Potter," said Malfoy superciliously, but he was smiling, and Harry smiled back.
#drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#hp#writing#mine#ask#thought of another shortfic i could write using the other prompt you listed so look out for that :P#thank you for the ask anon (and the lovely compliment! so honoured)!!
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WIP Whenever
I guess I can start doing some of these? lol
Tagged by the lovely @brabblesblog and @bhaalbaaby
Tagging uhhh @tallymonster @tragedybunny and anyone else that wants too? No pressure though.
You stand there naked and unmoving, your hands by your side shivering as his nimble fingers trace their well-known path up your arm as he circles you. A predator is circling his willing prey, his hand squeezing your arm. You feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, a position you’ve both been in before. He kisses your shoulder as you turn your head lust soaked eyes, staring at him, leaning in to meet him but ultimately denied the kiss your lips so hungrily crave.
“You’re going to be my dearest pet.” Reaching his arms around you in a half-hearted embrace he pulls a small leather collar up with a buckle and a silver ring attached. He presents it to you, pulling it around your neck, and clasping it in place. “And you need to look your part, on your knees darling, hands on the floor”. He whispers into your ear sucking the edge of your ear into his mouth teasing it with a fang before releasing it and walking in front of you.
Your breath quickens and you feel almost lightheaded, was it his words? Was the collar too tight? A mix of both perhaps? You’re in a state of unbridled curiosity as you obey and kneel before him. He leans in tugging on your collar until your limbs give way and you are on all fours. You felt a cool summer breeze flutter through the flaps of the tent and hit your damp core between your thighs as you bit your lip to stifle a whimper. Astarion tugs your lip free with his thumb and carefully jerks your chin up to meet his gaze....
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 astarion#astarion x you#astarion x reader#astarion smut#writing wip#tag game#smut#bg3 smut#i'm still figuring out tags dont come for me lol#drabble possibly?#shortfic most likely#astarion romance#baldur's gate 3#astarion ancunin#astarion#bg3 stuff
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Summer Shenanigans (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: In which You, Bob’s parents, Bob and the Daggers have to keep Auggie out of trouble at the Fourth of July BBQ
You were both surprised and exasperated at how much of a little devil Auggie had become. He’d always been so quiet as a baby, though being born a preemie was probably the hugest part of that.
And then he turned two.
Auggie had begun to run wild wherever you and Bob had put him down, zooming around like your dog, Tank, whenever he had an overwhelming urge to run and chase the docked tail he had ever since you adopted him. Auggie on the other hand was constantly running around, getting into things that were constantly making you and Bob nervous and nowhere was that especially apparent than at the barbecue being held in Maverick’s backyard.
Auggie zoomed through the grass with his Red Sox baseball cap on his head, his feet completely bare of any shoes and giggling like mad as he tried to evade his grandfather.
“C’mere you little ghoul!” Joe commanded as he ran right after him.
Auggie lifted the lid of the beer cooler with his little hands before letting go and running again, the lid slamming shut as the two year old ran away. “I’m getting too old for this shit.....” Joe muttered. “BOB!!!”
Bob carefully set down the plate of burgers that were almost ready for the grill when he saw his father charging across the grass after Auggie. Bob set aside the plate and hurried down the deck steps, trying to catch the giggling little miscreant, but to no avail.
“God, where’s (y/n) when you need her?” Bob mumbled under his breath as he skidded into the grass.
Only a moment later did you come out the back door with the potato salad to find your husband and father-in-law chasing after Auggie. “Oh shit,” you sighed. “Irene?!”
“Yeah?” Bob’s mother called from the window.
“The ghoul’s gotten out of his cage again!”
Irene popped her head out the window, laughing as she watched the scene unfold. “Alright, I’ll get the rest of them,” she answered.
You waited until the rest of the squad came out the back door from the kitchen, all of them confused as to how a two year old could be so speedy.
“You think we can catch him?” Mickey asked.
“Mickey if we can catch a plane in mid-air, we can catch a two year old with no problem,” Maverick answered. “Think of it as an outside training exercise.”
As soon as you and the Daggers were ready, you were practically leaping off the deck and into the grass below, each of you running in a different direction to catch Auggie. Maverick hadn’t lied when he said it would be like a training exercise at the base with everyone running in different directions while Auggie did everything in his power to evade being captured by the grown-ups.
“Coming in hot with the sack!” Jake announced.
You and Bob chased Auggie from behind while Hangman scooped Auggie right up into a burlap sack, throwing it over his shoulder while his godson wriggled and squirmed inside.
“Where the hell did you learn that from?” Natasha asked, trying to catch her breath.
“An old rancher’s trick,” Jake answered. “Caught my first chicken this way.”
Bob lifted Auggie right out of the sack and into his arms where he kept wriggling. “You’re way more trouble than you’re worth, August Robert,” he chuckled.
“Wait till he joins the Navy,” Rooster joked.
You and Bob gave each other “the look”. You knew that if Auggie did join the Navy, he and Natasha’s son, Gabe, would be double trouble.
#top gun maverick#robert bob floyd#bob floyd x reader#pete maverick mitchell#bradley rooster bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#mickey fanboy garcia#jake hangman seresin#javy coyote machado#reuben payback fitch#dagger squad#dagger squad shortfics
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BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 4
Just a shorter one today as I've been a smudge busy, but here's day 4!
Shortfic below the cut~
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Day 4 - The rest of the companions heard Tav/Durge going at it
“Tchk, do they not know the whole woods can hear them?” Lae’zel winced at the latest echo of a moan from the trees, trying to focus on sharpening her blade without slicing through her own finger in the process.
Gale tried in vain to stare harder at his book, as if reading the words loud enough in his head might drown them out. “Don’t look at me, I’m all out of paper to scribe out Zone of Silence for them. You’d think they might make the effort to learn one bloody spell so we can get a night’s sleep-”
“Was that a tree breaking? Gods I hope they’re not bringing the place down around them.” Wyll looked as concerned as he was flustered, sorting through the supplies in his pack like it was the most interesting task in the world. “What I’d do for a house with some thick walls right now.”
“I think it’s cute.” Karlach grinned, her heart glowing slightly. “At least someone is getting some action around here.”
“If they don’t stop getting action I shall be asking Lady Shar to wipe these memories from my head too.” Shadowheart groaned, standing to walk back to her tent. “I’m going to at least try to get some sleep, I suggest you all do the same. You know they’re all elves, right?”
“Ah of course, Halsin, Astarion, our fearless leader,” Gale’s words were punctuated by a distinctly loud cry from the aforementioned leader that anyone else might’ve mistaken for distress. “They’ll get just as much rest from their trance as we could be getting if it wasn’t too loud to sleep.” He directed his grumble to the treeline, as if the foliage might pass on his displeasure at the disturbance.
“Do you think they’d notice if I-”
“Karlach, sit back down, you are not going out there to spy on them.” Wyll put a hand on her elbow, pulling her back down to sit beside him.
“I wasn’t going to ask if I could join in or anything.” She complained. “You never let me have any fun.”
“I would hardly describe being an unwelcome pair of eyes to the affairs of those three as fun, istik.” Lae’zel put her sword aside, satisfied it would be sharp enough to deal with any enemies in the morning. “You should follow the secretive one’s lead and get some sleep, our foes will not hesitate to slice open your gut should you pause to yawn.”
“That…does not paint a particularly pleasant picture.” Gale closed his book, standing to return to his tent, resolving himself to cast silence on himself once he got there. “Remind me not to ask for any Githyanki bedtime stories next time we’re around the fire this late.”
“I don’t think the Gith even do bedtime stories.” Wyll shrugged, looking towards Lae’zel’s tent.
“We do, actually, and a simple gut-stabbing would be considered too weak even for a helpless babe.” Her voice hissed from behind the canvas.
With everyone else gone, Wyll and Karlach lingered a little longer by the fire, sharing a quiet laugh at the idea of Lae’zel as a toddler with an oversized sword complaining that her bedtime stories weren’t gory enough.
“What about you, Karlach? Any fairytales, or at least good stories until we get peace enough to rest?” The warlock’s smile was disarming as usual. “I’m afraid all I can offer are the worn out classics, and they don’t seem to hold the same charm as they used to. Hard to imagine a dashing prince running off to play the hero and sweep a fair maiden off her feet when I look like this.”
“I don’t know, you look princely enough to me. And I’m not just saying that because I’ve spent years in Avernus surrounded by actual bloody demons, either.” She shuffled a little, her restless tail and glowing chest betraying her thoughts as usual. “The stories I have in my head now aren’t really suitable for children at bedtime.”
“Lucky for us, we aren’t children.” Wyll sidled just a little closer, looking up at bright eyes that widened as his voice dropped to a whisper. “I might not have a coin to hand to give you, but I would love to hear your thoughts.”
#bg3ficfeb#baldurs gate 3#bg3#fanfic#wyll ravengard#karlach#bg3 tav#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#lae'zel#shadowheart#Halsin#Astarion#bg3 companions#shortfic
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“is this.. for me?.” Your eyes flicked up to him, standing there stiff, face completely red, holding out a small bundle of various [F/C] coloured flowers towards you.
His eyes which have been glued to his feet the entire time, looked up to you just briefly to give you a light nod.
You smiled, and gently took the flowers from his hands. You stared at it in awe examining the each of the flowers, clearly hand arranged by the lack of consistency between the types of flowers and size. He did this himself, he did this for you. Your heart fluttered
“Uh.. sorry it’s nothing special, I really didn’t know what to do..” he mumbled, switching between watching you through his lashes and fidgeting with his hands.
You ignored his comment for just a moment, plucking a single flower from the bunch, then turning your attention on him.
You reached over and gingerly tilted his chin up to look at you, his eyes wide watching you and glittering in curiosity, you gently planted the [F/C] bloom in his hair.
“It’s perfect, and It’s very special, Genya.” You replied, finally.
It took him a few seconds to process what had happened, he fluttered his eyes, then he slowly reached up and touched the petals, his eyes then shyly drifted down to your smiling form.
You giggled “Silly Genya. if you’re that worried about doing this right, then next thing to do would be to take me on a date, right?.“
His eyes lit up “Y-Yes!!.” He nodded along with his words, the flower nearly coming flying out of his hair.
I come bearing crumbs!, not great but not my worst I guess , dunno, I can only write when I’m exhausted apparently.
#Luciana writes 🎀🗡️#also in case you didn’t know [F/C] means favorite colour. took me awhile to figure that out lmao-#genya shinazugawa x reader#Kny x reader#shortfic
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hiii i’m here to heal the fandom with your rollo x reader goodness :))
admittedly i don’t send in requests that often so i’m not sure how detailed or vague the prompt should be but—in true glomas fashion, how about rollo just enjoying a dance with the reader? maybe the two get lost in their own little world within the ballroom, looking into each other’s eyes as they hold each other… haha
feel free to write/add on whatever your heart desires for this one tho <3
What are you doing awake
This is cute! Dw, you asked just fine!
Summary: You and Rollo dance together during the Masquerade
Warnings: None
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Eyes Only For You
'I should be ensuring everything is going smoothly.' Rollo's head was spinning. 'I shouldn't be dancing right now.'
He tried to get his mind back on track, to no avail. He could not tear his eyes from yours.
Every echo of chatter, every feeling over other dancers brushing against him, every visage of the crowd and the lights fell away bit by bit until it was only the two of you with eyes for no one but each other.
Those brilliant eyes of yours remained fixed on his, your eyes crinkling as you smiled a smile as bright as the sun.
Rollo's heart, beating so fast he feared it may burst from his chest, skipped a beat and his face and ears turned warm.
Your dance was slow and careful, afraid to make a mistake, glancing down at your feet and worriedly tightening your grip on him.
Rollo didn't mind. If you were to fall, he would catch you.
The two of them twirled across the dance floor in an elegant dance, completely engrossed in one another.
Quiet by nature, Rollo was unsure if he should say something about the flurry of emotions swirling inside of him. If he did, he was unsure of what to say.
He knew, however, that he felt a sense of happiness with you. A peace. A belonging.
When the music faded and the dance came to an end, you slowed to a stop and the world began to make itself known once again.
Rollo glanced around at the crowd and lights and decorations, wincing. When he felt you move away from him, his hand shot out to gently hold your wrist.
"Please," Rollo's voice quivered, just barely above a whisper. "Stay with me."
You paused for a moment. "Of course," You said, smiling at him. "I'd love to."
Rollo's heart leapt once more.
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A/N: Thank you for reading! I really hope you enjoyed! I've never written Rollo before please have mercy Q-Q
#rollo flamme x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#rollo flamme#rollo flamm#twisted wonderland#writing#fluff#shortfic
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Boom pt I
I just wrote this. (Instead of working on my 4000wips but what else is new?) It's totally random and silly and that was exactly what I needed today.
Eddie Munson x gn!reader
Words: 694
||Contentwarnings: implication of violent moshpit, Eddie's elbow to readers face (he's so sorry), bruising, mention of various explosives, strangers to stupidly enamoured strangers, hurt/comfort I guess?, fluff I guess?, meet cute if you're into that sorta thing?||
One moment, you’re screaming kicking jumping your heart out in a moshpit and in the next, your cheekbone explodes.
Well, at least that's how it feels.
“Shitshitshitshiiiit,” chants the dynamite into the break between two songs. “So sorry, shit, you okay? Hey, hey, can you look at me?”
You can and you do, reluctantly removing your hand from your face. Mr Gunpowder stares at you with wide dark eyes out of a hot, sweaty face that also looks like explosives; with his sharp drippy jaw and sensual mouth and oh, he’s biting his full, pink bottom lip now in another attempt to blow your head up. Okay, yeah, it’s more a worried than a steamy gesture but holy shit; if that’s what he looks like worried, you want to devastate him.
“How bad is it?”
He scrunches up his adorable nose. “Already bruising—“
‘LET’S MAKE THIS A BLOOD BATH!’ the frontman shouts and counts in his drummer.
“Nope!” TNT-guy says, loops his sticky arm under yours and pulls you through the crowd faster than the blast beat.
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?”
“BAR! ICE!”
—
You sigh with relief as the cold sinks into your hot, throbbing cheek and you have to close your eyes because you’re a bit dizzy and you’re not sure if it’s caused by the smack in the head or by Nitroglycerin Incarnate who’s gently holding a bundle of ice cubes wrapped in a dishtowel to your face.
Whatever it is, you thank the universe for adrenaline.
“I’m so so sorry!” he says for the hundredth time, then you feel his fingers brush your sweaty hair behind your ear. “Let me know when you feel sick? You want some water? I’m sooo sorry.”
“It’s alright!”
“No, noooo, it’s not—“
“It’s a grindcore show, Granade-boy. Shit like that happens—“
“What— what did you call me?”
You could swear the confusion in his voice is laced with a smirk but it’s still plenty loud here at the bar so you open your eyes.
So he has dimples too.
“What I was saying,” you deflect and your face stings when you smile, “don’t beat yourself up over this… One black eye is enough for one night!”
He tilts his head back and groans. You shiver and mentally mark five mouth-watering spots where you want to bite his neck before he looks back at you; totally heartbroken. “Too soon!”
“Wait! Shouldn’t that be my line?”
“Yes! Exactly,” he shakes his head, a soft smile contrasting the furrowed brows. “You’re way too cool about the fact that some asshole just nearly cracked your skull with his elbow.”
“Exploded,” you explain casually.
“W-what?”
“That’s what it felt like on impact.”
“Ah,” a satisfied noise, smooth, warm. “Granade-boy. Now I get it. Can cross this out as a sign of concussion then.” He carefully removes the ice from your face to look at the bruise. Tilting his head, his eyes rest heavy on your cheek before his gaze travels to your eyes and won’t leave again; it’s galvanic, sends a current down your spine that forces your ribs to expand and your pelvis to twitch on the barstool he ordered you to sit on. “It’s Eddie.”
Eddie takes a step closer, the damp fabric of his shirt ghosting your knees and brings the ice slowly back to your skin, wincing when you do. Sorry, he mouthes silently and breaks into a wide, toothy smile when you roll your eyes playfully.
“Nice to meet you, Eddie.”
“Unbelievable.” The residual red of exertion and excitement on his cheeks deepens again. “Really nice to meet you too... badass bitch.”
Your laugh is a hearty bark; it also hurts but, oh my, is it worth it when Eddie joins you with his smooth, deep cackle. He doesn't stop, even when you lean back, chuckling and moaning, to hold your cheek. His stomach meets your knees, the ice clinks softly as he drops it to the counter. He’s gently holding on to your shoulders, his right hand cold and wet against your skin. “Too soon?” he smirks and you laugh out again.
“What’s your name?” he asks and swallows hard, repeating your name after you like it's a charm. “Can I buy you pizza?”
“They have pizza here?”
“No.”
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soft hands and glowing eyes (T)
Draco/Harry
Morning After, Temporary Amnesia, One incredibly hungry cat
This is, really, very silly. I was initially going to have the narrator be an incredibly judgemental, omniscient, nature documentarian. But, the cat's perspective just came naturally. Enjoy this ridiculousness while I get my writing gears going again.
Oh god, you look horrible. Your lips are all cracked and sticking to your teeth, there’s all that crust around your eyes, and, Jesus, the hair. I shouldn’t even be in here. This is sad.
I can’t believe you’re just now waking up at… two-thirty in the afternoon. That’s fine, Harry. I’ll just starve. It’s not like you’ve placed my food container in the back of the highest cupboard, so I am forced to wait as you hobble out of your room every morning. I wish I could have thanked your guest properly last night, but I was so sleepy and didn’t realize he’d left your bedroom door open until after he’d left.
He wasn’t one of your usuals. He was prettier, and pet my head before he went. The other ones never do that. Plus, he gave me the chance to do this–
Thwack.
“Mmmph.”
Wake up. You have things you need to take care of! Me, specifically. Please. Do I have to do it again?
Thwack.
“Fuck, Fluffy.”
Good, you’re alive. I was beginning to worry.
“You’re not going to starve.”
I am, though. I really am going to starve if you don’t get up. Can’t you see how hollow and sunken I am? I must have lost ten pounds last night, and you don’t even care. At least your guest had the good manners to call me pretty and pet me. I should go find him, let him take care of me–
“Oh, but you’re so–”
Okay, fine. You do have quite the knack for petting. I would never tell you this, in case your head gets even bigger. I already have to watch you struggle to pull your undershirts on over that melon.
“How did you get in here last night?”
You ask me so many questions, yet refuse to learn my language. Even if you could understand me, I would never incriminate your guest. I want him to come over again. He smelled like pumpkins. His hands were smooth.
“Wait–”
Looking around your room suspiciously should not be at the top of your priority list right now, boy! Me. I am the priority list. Oh, of course. Now you decide to organize. Actually, you’re making everything worse. I don’t know how you live like this, truly. I may not have to know, since I will no longer be living if you keep getting distracted–
“Yes, Fluffy, I hear you. Just–”
Is my food on top of your desk? On the bookshelf? Under the bed? I don’t think so. Kitchen. The kitchen is where we need to go. Onwards.
“Fuck, who the hell–”
It doesn’t look like you're holding my food container. It looks like you’re holding a shirt. I wish I could hold things. Then I could open that damned cupboard. The entire reason I keep you around is your ability to open that cupboard, and you’re still not doing it. I thought relationships were supposed to be 50-50? You fill my bowl. I grace you with my presence. It’s so simple, and yet you’re holding that shirt and staring at it. What has it been? Two hours? It feels like it.
“Hermione,” you mumble. You always do that right before you go to the telephone. I don’t like the look of this– oh, and there you go. To the telephone, not the cupboard. Cool. Fine.
“Just a minute, Fluffy.”
Just a minute. Then it’ll be another minute, and then another, and soon enough I’ll be belly-up in front of my fossilized food bowl. I hope you’re kind enough to hold a proper funeral for me when I’m gone–
“‘Mione, did you see me leave the reception last night?”
The wedding. God, you wouldn’t stop moaning about it, and I couldn’t even interject. It’s a shame I never got to meet Ginny. Anyone who can make you this miserable must be a hoot.
“Who was I with?”
Do you really not remember your guest? He was quite memorable to me, with his soft hands and pumpkin smell and shiny hair. His eyes glowed. How could you not remember the man with the glowing eyes?
“Oh, you’re joking.”
I’ve learned, after three years of listening in on your phone calls, that when you say “you’re joking,” usually, the person you’re talking to is not joking.
“No. No, no, no. There’s no way– No. Malfoy?”
Malfoy. Is this the man with the glowing eyes? Tell me, Harry, before my premature death, is this the man with the glowing eyes?
“Shit. Fuck. I never– God, and I have to pick up my broom at his shop…”
You’ve placed your hand over your eyes. Never a good sign.
“This is a disaster. Do you think he remembers?”
He probably remembers me. Unlike you-
“Should I just– I don’t know. I don’t know!”
Stop throwing your hands up in the air like that. You almost knocked over the fern. That was going to be my after-dinner activity, and it’s not as fun if you’ve already done it yourself.
“I’m gonna go over– Yeah, no. I’m gonna go over there right now.”
The hell you are. You look like shit, your breath smells worse than mine, and my food bowl is still empty. If we want your guest to come back, we have a lot of work to do before you leave this house.
“Terrified, but It’ll be fine… Yeah, I’ll let you know. Bye. Love you.”
Finally. After three long years– wait, why are you going back in your room? Wait! Wait! I’m coming, wait–
Oh, you arsehole. I’m going to reach my paw so far under this door– I’m gonna– You’re not even ready for the day I figure out how to use a doorknob. You think I’m annoying now? If I just– I’m so close. I’m gonna do it. Watch me. It’ll twist-
Fine, damnit. I’ll shift my schedule around and knock over the fern now. Ugh, but then you’ll have to pick it up. Okay, option two. I’ll lay down in front of my bowl and plot my revenge for later. Yes, I’ll do that. What are you even doing in there?
I could jump up and grab that curtain again. I know you hate that screaming lady. I actually don’t mind her. She always tells me how cute I am in between insulting you–
Oh, welcome back to my domain. You… you actually look quite nice. How’d you get presentable so fast? I like what you’ve done with your hair. You should’ve worn the blue shirt, but black works, I guess. You look fine. At least if I starve, I won’t have to stare at your hideous morning form while I do it.
“I’m sorry, Fluffy. I know you’re hungry.”
Yes! I am! I do not forgive you.
Open the cupboard, open the cupboard, open the–
Beautiful day. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, you’ve brushed your teeth, and you’re finally opening the cupboard. Maybe you’re not so bad. Yes. Open the container. Yes, yes, yes!
Victory, at last. Crunch. I can feel my– crunch– strength returning already. God– crunch, crunch, crunch.
Alright boy, now that our business is done, go speak to our guest. Bring him over for dinner. I’d like to see his glowing eyes again.
“Bye, Fluffy. Wish me luck.”
Good luck, Harry. Good luck.
***
The man with the glowing eyes is here again. He’s in the kitchen. If he reaches behind the kettle, he’ll find that package of treats I’ve been trying to figure out how to open. Maybe he’ll do it for me. Oh! He’s reaching… and he’s reaching… and he’s found them! Oh, that beautiful man. You called him Draco.
Draco with the glowing eyes and the soft hands. I like him.
He’s given me three treats! You always give me a measly one. How is that meant to be a treat? Such a tease. Now he’s walking back to your room, and if I can slip around his legs just so–
“Could you close the door?”
You are such a dickhead, you know that?
“Why?”
Draco asks the important questions. Finally, someone who understands me.
“Fluffy will get in.”
“Is that a problem?”
“She’s a menace. You’ll see.”
Oh shit. He’s picking me up. Yes, behind the ears. Perfect. Harry, he’s perfect.
“She’s so adorable, though. Look at her little face. Awe, you’re not a menace, are you?”
I refuse to answer that question.
“She is.”
“Come on. Can’t she sleep in here? Just one night?”
You’re rolling your eyes. This is no way to respond to the requests of our guest.
“Fine. Fluffy, you’d better be good. No scratching Draco in the morning.”
I would never scratch this fine specimen of a man. How dare you even imply–
“She’ll be good.”
Finally, someone who can speak for me in this house. Yes, set me on the bed, Draco. Your couch is too flat. Did you know that, Harry? Now, I must situate. Oh, this is perfect. If I just set myself on top of both of your legs. Yes, that’s nice.
This is nice.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” you say, but you’re not talking to me.
“I’m glad, too. I may have to come over more often. Who will defend Fluffy if I’m not here?”
“She defends herself.”
“Let me have my excuses, Potter.”
“Fine. Come over and defend Fluffy whenever you like.”
Yes, Draco. Do that.
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Hob has a song stuck in his head so he sings it out loud one night;
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Dream appears out of thin air.
“You called?”
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