#these are some of my more devolved WIPs

[thatsnotmygunflash]

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Not tagged and not going to tag, just saw it and thought it would be fun. I am going to do my WIPs to give you guys some teasers of what's cooking. If you like any of them let me know and maybe I'll pour some love into them.

1. A Brighter Future

"Why don’t you like them?”

“How could you be so careless Barry? How could you get into bed with a criminal? A murderer? I raised you better than this! No son of mine would ever stoop this low-” Barry shut his eyes tight to try and push away the illusion Sophia was conjuring from his emotions, tears starting to fall from his eyes when Iris’ heartbroken voice joined in with Joe’s disgusted one.

“He’s dead because of you! It should have been you! I lost the man I was going to marry for a future I don’t even want! I wish I’d never met you Barry Allen!”

“Soph-Soph, please stop.”

2. Cause Maybe You're That Thing I Need To Save Me

"Cisco and Lisa-they're engaged now and they were going through a bunch of the Rouge's abandoned safehouse and Cisco-he found an old sweater of yours and he vibed you. He said you were alive but we weren't sure so we uh-went looking. It took a few months but we finally got a lead and I sped here as quickly as I could to see if it was really true and it is! You're alive! The Legends are going to be so exciting to know you survived! Wait, how did you survive?"

"You can't tell anyone I'm alive Barry, you weren't meant to know I was alive. No one is supposed to know."

"But why? Are you retired now or something?"

"I am actually, so having trouble magnets like yourself show up on my doorstep isn't exactly my idea of a good time. You need to leave and tell your friends at STAR Labs that this was a dead end. No one can know I'm alive, and I'm not above killing you to keep it that way."

3. For Better Or For Worse

“Look,” Laurel sighed heavily, lacing her fingers together over the table as she met Len’s cold stare head on. “I don’t know all the details-yet-but your husband is a very resourceful and connected man, whether he realizes it fully or not. He said part of your vows was to get Mick Rory and you out of here. That’s what I’m here to do, if you want the specifics to how exactly we’re going to pull it off I suggest you ask the mastermind behind all of this craziness.”

“If you think it’s so crazy, why help?”

“Because people's lives are at risk and Barry’s not wrong, if anyone can pull something like this off it’s you and him. Quiet the power couple you two are, honestly. Besides, I’ve never met a person who could say no to that boy’s sweet face. Isn’t that why you agreed?”

4. Got A Lot Of Sins, But You're My Favorite

"So," Angie spoke up from behind the register, leaning her chin on the palm of her hand as she smirked wickedly at Len. "When were you going to tell me you had a crush on the Flash?"

"I don't. I just threatened to kill him-he stole my gun!"

"Yes, and he also looked like he wanted to kiss you senseless while you were pointing said gun in his pretty face."

5. I'd Cross Galaxies To Find You

Waking up next to a crying baby and someone sleeply pushing at his bare shoulder had Barry freezing in terror, not wanting to know how he would die next in this world.

“Baby, baby-go get Nora,”

“Nora?”

“Our daughter, Nora, you know the one you begged my sister to carry for us, the daughter who won’t sleep through the night because she isn’t being rocked at superspeed because her father spoils her rotten. Ring any bells?”

6. It's The Second Glances That Ties Your Hands

"What are you doing here, Len?"

"Well, let's just say my lady and your lord don't really get on–she's cleaning house now that she's free of the Time Masters. Speedsters mucking up the timeline were at the top of her priority list."

"You're here for me?"

7. Love Me Silently

"So help me-you are not proposing to me right now Barry Allen-so think before those next words come out of your mouth."

"See! You want the big grand gesture and a huge wedding to show me off! You want to marry me! He said you'd say no, he said you weren't the type-"

"He's a worried father, Scarlet, I'm not surprised.” Len muttered as he pulled the younger man into his arms, one hand rubbing soothingly over his back while the other cupped his neck lovingly. “Look, I don't want to be the reason you never talk to your foster father again-"

8. You Need To Allow Me To Help

“Did you hear that, Cisco? That dying whale noise? I think it was the last shred of my dignity being forcibly removed from my body, so if you’ll excuse me I’m just going to go drown myself in the boy’s bathrooms—” Barry muttered in panicked embarrassment, rushing off down the hall almost too quickly to see, ignoring his friends calling his name to get him to stop.

“Go after him, you idiot,” Mick huffed, pushing Len forcefully in the direction Barry had disappeared.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Len answered slowly, his jaw set in a tense line and his eyes hardening over with realization.

9. You Got This Heaven In Your Eyes

'Keep up the exceptional work, Barry Allen, Central City is lucky to have you on their side. -L.S.'

"What's it say?" Eddie questioned, trying to peek over Barry's shoulder to get a look at the snow-white card, his eyes widening comically when he caught sight of the message.

"Uh-to keep up the good work," Barry muttered in confusion, his eyes drifting from the elegant handwriting to the memorising bouquet, not knowing what to think.

"You ruined the guy's fifteen year long not guilty streak and he tells you to keep up the good work?"

"This is weird, right?"

"Very."

10. Side Effects May Include

“It’s complicated, okay! I don’t know how it works. I just know when I’m not here-near you-it's like there's this overwhelming need to run as fast as I can to this-this pull. It never stops, not unless I wake up with you, when I’m near you-it’s like everything freezes.” Barry takes one look at Len’s face and lets out a drawn-out whine.

“Shut up okay, I know you want to make a joke-but it does! It’s like for the first time since I got my powers I can just stand still or sleep since that’s never exactly come easy for me-”

“Do you have a point Barry?”

“The point is for whatever reason my subconscious is latching onto you. Whenever I’m awake I feel this pull like I’m meant to be running somewhere, but I haven’t had the time to really figure out what it means when I’ve been running around stopping bombs and searching for evidence to get my dad out of jail while also trying and failing to stop the man who really killed my mother! I’ve been dealing with a lot lately okay-I barely sleep more than a few hours a week if I even manage that-and every time I do fall asleep I wake up next to you! I’m having these bizarre dreams you keep popping up in and all I want is to sleep for more than an hour at a time!”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Meet the Family 7

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: my gut said go full self-indulgent so I did.

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Your phone lights up again. You’ve already waited too long. You can’t avoid this any longer and in that moment, avoiding Lloyd’s family is a bigger priority. You get up, thankful to be away from Lloyd’s wandering touches, and excuse yourself to take the call. You don’t miss the scathing judgment from Gwenyth, but you don’t care either. 

You go out into the hallway and try to keep your voice down. There’s enough chatter that you’re not entirely concerned. You answer and close your eyes. 

“Hi, mom--” 

“Where are you?” She demands. “You said you would be here. I’ve been waiting. Calling. Your sister too. We’re all worried--” 

“Mom, I’m sorry. I missed my flight--” 

“Oh, yes, I couldn’t put that together,” she snaps. 

“I’m sorry, mom. Really. I know—I messed up again. I really wanted to come but that was the only flight--” 

“It’s not that you couldn’t make it, it’s that you couldn’t even let me know! I’ve been in shambles, thinking the worst. I check the flights to make sure there were no crashes, I’ve been looking through news reports.” 

She starts to devolve into breathy sobs. You feel horrible. Your guilt overwhelms your self-pity. Suddenly being stuck with these rich snobs isn’t so bad. Your mother has spent half her Christmas worrying over you, and know her, you wouldn’t be surprised if she actually tore some hair out. 

“I know I should have called. I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to figure something out,” you lie, poorly since the defeat is in your voice.  

Your mother has always been your kryptonite. She’s not cruel like Gwenyth, but her disappointment is devastating and all too easy to earn. She just wants the best for you but you’ve never managed the best. 

“So you can come?” She sniffles. 

“Um, not today, but I’m looking at tomorrow.” Another frail falsehood. “I promise, I’ll let you know--” 

“Sweet pea,” Lloyd’s voice undercuts yours and you cringe. You put your finger up and turn to signal him to hush. 

“Yeah, mom, I’ll try for tomorrow and if I can’t get there--” 

“Mom?” Lloyd echoes with a smirk. 

You shake your head. 

“Who’s that?” Your mom asks. 

You grimace and glare daggers at Lloyd as he comes closer. You outstretch your arm and put your hand just below his chest.  

“Mom, it’s just--” 

Lloyd easily reaches past your resistance and swipes the phone. He puts it on speaker with a tap of his thumb as you lunge at him. He grabs your arm and forces it up. Nearly dangly you from it as you lash with the other. 

“Is this mom?” Lloyd asks brightly. 

“Um, hello? Who is this? Where’s my daughter?” 

“Mom, I’m here. Lloyd, give me the phone back--” 

“Boo, what’s going on?” She asks. 

Lloyd looks at you with a mischievous grin and mouths ‘boo?’ with a tweaked brow. You shake your head again and plead. 

“Mom, it’s nothing--” 

“I think I spoiled the surprise,” he speaks over you. “We’re going to be coming tomorrow.” 

“We?” She ekes out, you hear the worry mounting in her voice. 

“Please don’t be mad at Pixie, she was just being a good girlfriend. We stopped by my family’s house and oh boy, the snow we got up this way,” he tuts in a very convincing monologue. You’re stunned into silence at his act. He sounds like a decent person but you know better. “And you know, everything was so hectic as we tried to dig out that it just got all ahead of us.” 

“I’m sorry, who are you? Boo?” She asks desperately. 

“Mom--” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I should’ve started with that. I’m Lloyd. Her boyfriend.” 

“Boyfriend?” You mother breathes, “boo?” 

“Yeah, mom, er,” you wrench your hand free and smack Lloyd’s arm. “He’s um, going to come with me, so uh--” 

“I’ll be there, both of us, with bows on,” he promises. “Please, allow me to apologise from the bottom of my heart for keeping your daughter from you. You can’t blame her. It was entirely me. I am not a morning person and she can only do so much to keep me in line.” 

You grit your teeth as you squint at him. How does he sound like such a dweeb? Well, looking at him with that mustache, he kinda is one. 

“Oh, well, that’s lovely, very nice,” your mother coos, “I can let everyone else know. Oh, boo, you could’ve told us--” 

“Again, that’s on me,” Lloyd preens, “I thought it would be a nice surprise.” 

“It is, it is,” she assures. “Oh, it will be so nice to meet you. We’ve never met any of Pixie’s men.” 

“Mom,” you groan. 

“We never really thought she had any. She’s always been so focused on work, and before that, it was school--” 

“Mom,” you jab Lloyd’s ribs as he smirks bigger and bigger, then snatch the phone from him. “Promise, we’ll get there but uh... gotta go. Love you.” 

“Love you too, boo. Oh and it was nice meeting you, um--” 

“Lloyd,” he supplies and sticks out his tongue. 

“Bye.” You hit end and put your phone in your pocket.  

Your agitation peaks and you can’t help from shoving Lloyd. It barely affects him which annoys you more. God, he is such a little—big turd. 

“Why would you do that?” 

“What? I just did you a favour.” 

“A favour? You just dragged my family into this bullshit--” 

“Well, hate to break it to you, boo,” he emphasizes the last word as he grabs your hands and pulls them away from his stomach, “but they’re going to have be. We promised mine a white wedding.” 

“You are so--” 

“So...?” He prompts. 

“Urgh.” 

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy. It’s a ticket out of this place. Literally. So you just let me know where I need to book tickets and I’ll pull a few strings--” 

“Strings? You couldn’t pull these earlier?” 

“On Christmas Day? Please, even I can’t do that but the day after Christmas, my guy’s getting into the punch right now, he’ll be just tipsy enough--” 

“You are torturing me,” you accuse. 

“I really can’t deny that,” he snickers as he lets you go. “Now tell me where I’m booking these tickets too and I’ll hop right on that...” he looks you up and down and bites his lip, “as much as I’d like to hop on something else.” 

You huff, “Toronto.” 

He twitches, “Toronto? As in... Canada?” 

You nod and roll your eyes. 

“Wait, Pixie puff, you’re Canadian?” 

You tilt your head and look at him. You shrug, “what does that matter?” 

“Well, I thought you type were supposed to be nice, first of all.” 

“Just make the call,” you sneer and cross your arms. “You’ve already mangled this Christmas, may as well put it out of its misery.” 

“Why don’t you do the same for me, huh? I’m suffering, Pix. Just give it a squeeze” he gets closer. You flutter your lashes then he wiggles his hips. “These pants are killing my circulation. I told you, I don’t wear underroos.” 

“Back up before I lose it,” you warn. 

“I’m close to losing it too, baby face,” he groans. 

“Make. The. Call.” You demand. “And I’ll happily break the news to your dear sweet mother that we need to go get ready to fly out.” 

His expression sobers and he exhales heavily, “Pix,” he utters quietly, “sometimes, you’re scary. Don’t... don’t piss off mom too much. Please.” 

“Book the tickets, honey poo,” you chime in an acidic tone, “and I’ll make sure mommy’s not crying into her champagne.”  

You poke centre of his chest and bounce on your heels before you spin away. Your mother’s disappointment might be like arsenic but Gwenyth’s is the exact antidote you need. 

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“I know a girl in Toronto. A few actually,” Lloyd says over the steering wheel. He’s tasked with driving back to the hotel since you imposed sobriety on him as punishment for the day. “Strange, you’re nothing like them.” 

“I don’t care,” you grumble. 

“Ugh, your wheel is too low,” he mutters as he stops at a red and tries to adjust it. You don’t respond.  

You just want to lay down. Your head is pounding from the lack of sleep and Lloyd managed to book you an early morning flight which will curtail any meaningful sleep. You close your eyes and ignore his fussing. 

Finally, he steps on the gas. “So, Canada, you grew up with those geese, huh? Explains the bite--” 

“What?” 

“I read somewhere they have teeth--” 

“Why the heck are you moaning about geese for?” 

“I hear it now. Couldn’t place it before. I thought Minnesota or somewhere but when you’re angry, you get this twang--” 

“Be quiet,” you let your head drop back again. “I’m getting a migraine.” 

���Aw, baby,” he coos. 

“Lloyd,” you growl. 

“I can make it better. I read somewhere that you can massage it better. Oh, and you know, orgasms--” 

“You read a lot of nonsense for someone who I never see reading,” you drone and prop your elbow against the door to cradle your head. 

“There’s a wealth of information on the internet when you’re not scrolling porn,” he chuckles. You let out a disgusted noise. “Don’t worry, pixie. I’m committed to this. Me and you, we’re going to get our piece of the pie and make off like bandits.

"So you let me play the loyal husband. I’ll get you all spread out and loose, I’ll rub your head and your shoulders, then my hands might wander a little bit more...” he hums. “I’ll touch the peach a bit, I just can’t help myself, but I think you’ll be ready by then.” 

“Don’t you dare touch me,” you snarl. 

“Ah, come on, flying is so stressful and after the day we had, we both need that release--” 

“How many more times do I need to tell you to stop?” 

“And how many times do I need to tell you I won’t? It’s fate now, Pixie.” He clucks and slowly turns. You lift your head and look up at the hotel sign. “Hey, if you like the long game, I can go along with it. Make it hurt so good.” 

“Do you ever think of anything else?” 

“There’s a constant undercurrent that never really leaves my mind,” he shrugs as he parks. “But I’m great at multitasking.” 

You grumble and shake your head. It sends a throbbing pulse through your skull. You undo your seatbelt and drag yourself out of the car. As the door shuts, you wince. Then Lloyd’s and you feel the nausea start to crawl through your guts. The lack of sleep, the stress, the alcohol, it’s a perfect recipe for a deadly migraine. 

You do your best to push through as you make your way up to the room silently. Lloyd is not so quiet. He’s rambling about something; a shirt? You don’t know and you don’t care.  

You take out the room and enter the hotel suite. You drop the key and your purse and shed your coat. You hang it on the hook on the back of the door and tread further in. You don’t stop until you get to the bed. You ease yourself down and bury your face in the pillow. 

“Pixie,” Lloyd’s worry puts you on edge. You raise your hand and wave him off without lifting your head. “You need some Advil?” 

You shoo him again with your fingers. You popped some with your last glass of wine. You probably should’ve opted for water. 

Your alarm is set. You will have to awake before the sky shifts that slightly lighter shade of grey and try again. You know better than to trust Lloyd, but you’re putting some faith in him to get you home. 

You feel the bed dip behind you and Lloyd’s mutters and grumbles creep into your ears. You move the pillow over your head and hug it against your ear. You tune him out as you urge your mind down to the depths. In your bouts, there is no relief, but sleep can at least dull the agony. 

Your brain turns to sludge as the steady pounding evens out to a tempo. You drift into the muddy no man’s land between waking and otherwise. You’re conscious enough to feel the pain, but you're detached enough to bear it. 

Time crumbles around like sand in a glass. Your mind swirls with churning recreations of the day behind you. Most of them fractured and nonsensical. Voices without words, faces without names. 

A shiver washes through you as a tickle flutters down the back of your thighs. The cool sensation flows over your skin. You shudder and cling to that tenuous state of dissociation. A jolt forces you out of the void. 

You roll over and throw your arm out. It bounces off of Lloyd’s shoulder as your eyes slit. You yipe as you find him tugging at your pants. You kick and amplify the siren whining in your head. 

“What are you doing?” You rasp as you flail at him. 

“Relax, pixie stick, I’m just trying to help you relax. You can’t sleep in this,” he peels your pants down your legs and you swat at him again. 

You look down and find your sweater gone, only your bra to conceal your chest. You quickly hide behind folded arms. “What the hell?” 

“Damn, Pix, you never said you had a dump truck he untangles the fabric from your ankles. 

You whimper and push yourself up on your elbows, you bareness secondary to your irritation. “Get way from me.” 

“Just let me rub you down,” he begs as he runs his hands up your calves. “Promise, I’ll be a good boy. I kept my dick strapped down, baby.” 

Your eyes flit down unthinkingly. He’s in only his briefs. The rest of him is exposed; his fur-trimmed chest, his thick but firm stomach, and his muscled legs. You look him in the face and he winks. “Made you look.” 

“Stop, please,” you flick your fingers at him. 

“You got me struggling,” he begs as his hands trail further up and he kneads your thighs. “I’m hurting like prom night and you been grinding on me in a tack ballgown all night--” 

“Ew--” 

“It’ll make you feel better--” 

You catch his fingers as he traces the edges of your underwear. As you curl up, the weight of your head thunks own at the base. Urgh. 

“No--” 

“I’m just going to rub you down like a good boy. That’s it,” pushes against your hands. “You can even keep these on.” He runs his thumbs along the front of your panties. “They look fucking delicious anyway.” 

“Lloyd.” 

“Shhh,” he hushes you and shoves your hands off of his. 

Before you can stop him, he straddles you. He puts his large hands around your skull and you whine. H works his fingers into your scalp as he continues to shush you and presses his thumbs to your temples. The warmth of his tough makes you sigh. You hate that it feels good. 

“Just like this, baby,” he purrs as he keeps you pinned under him. “Just relax.” 

Your eyes roll back as you shatter to pieces. In this state, you have no strength to fight him. Besides, why should you stop him when it feels so amazing? 

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✍️ wip snip 💭

i was tagged by @edieblakewrites and @soliblomst to share an excerpt from something i've been working on :') thank you for tagging me bbs!!! <3

this started out as an entry for a fest but is now just a regular ol' wip i sometimes fantasize about finishing heh.

junior auror potter gets saddled with draco malfoy's parole visit one sunny day and has to check out his potions laboratory while he's there:

There was a furious flush on Malfoy’s face. Harry was clutching his throbbing kneecap when Malfoy swiftly levitated the book into the air and, with a flick of his wand, produced several sheets of paper next to it. He flicked his wand again and the book shot across the room, slamming into an open cabinet, its wooden doors shutting and locking in its wake. The papers fell on top of Harry’s head, then scattered around the floor. “Oops. Sorry,” Malfoy said, sounding extremely unsorry. “Well, those are your copies of the ledger.” Harry glared at him. He pointed his wand at the papers, and they promptly gathered into his outstretched hand. “I wasn’t going to duplicate your weird porn sketches, Malfoy.” “They’re not—!” Malfoy looked pained now. “They’re scientific illustrations, Potter. It’s research. You wouldn’t understand, of course, anything more cerebral than Quidditch Through the Ages goes straight over your head—”  “What kind of scientific purpose requires you to analyse the anatomy of an arsehole?” Harry pressed, completely forgetting himself. It was like Hogwarts all over again, the scarlet colour of his robes at the edge of his vision barely tethering him to his painstakingly cultivated adult persona. “It’s not just the—! It’s also the surrounding…!” Malfoy paused, took a few sharp breaths while looking as if he’d really like to be stomping his foot. “It’s for my formula, alright! For my lubrication potion!” He did stomp his foot then. Harry frowned. “Your what?” “I don’t expect you to understand, of course. Hetero Hero of Our Hearts, Protector of the Straight and Narrow—” “What are you even—” “However,” Malfoy went on, looking bored all of a sudden, his annoyance devolving into his usual, devastating drawl. “Some of us are a little bent, Potter. Some of us are very bent, actually, and keen on exploring ways in which we can bring pleasure to our bodies beyond what we get from the very utilitarian Lubrico.” Harry felt the fight leak out of him. “You’re…bent?” “Yes,” Malfoy said, raising his chin. “Are you going to write that down in your little form?” Heat rushed to Harry’s face. “Er, no. That’s. Not necessary.” “Whatever,” Malfoy said. “You can. I don’t care. Write it all down, see if I stop you.” “Of course I’m not going to—” “Please,” pressed Malfoy, voice coming out kind of reedy now. “I can help. The parolee has been spending his time on house arrest renovating his mansion and perfecting his formula for homemade lube. How’s that sound?”

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Comic Relief

Characters: Alexei Shostakov x gn!reader (platonic), Thunderbolt!reader, The Thunderbolts

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, copied or put through an AI machine. All of my work is 18+ Read at your own risk.

Tags/warnings: A smidgen of angst, fluff, canon typical violence, Little Bolt as a nickname haha

Summary: As the newest member of the team, you don't believe Alexei is as dumb as everyone thinks he is.

Word count: tba on mobile

Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: 💀 Might make a part 2 to this but I have so many WIPs right now. I had a tower fic in mind for this but wasn't sure which way to go. It may cross over with it eventually.

A/N2: Ignore that this was posted without being edited last night 😅🥴

Main Masterlist

Goofy is probably the first word that comes to mind when describing Alexei. Followed by big, loud and (according to Yelena) annoying.

However, as the newest member of the team you can pick up on things that the others take for granted. And you begin to suspect that perhaps Alexei isn't as dumb as everyone thinks he is.

For example, his ability to make the team bond together.

Team Game Night usually devolved into some kind of argument, usually between Walker and Yelena, although surprisingly Bob was sometimes subject to a competitive streak. Game night had been Alexei's idea, however, you began to notice that he'd do well in whatever game it was to begin with and then lose spectacularly via a dumb mistake. More often than not, he would sacrifice himself so Yelena would win and his face would light up as she excitedly boasted in John's face.

If the night got too heated, Alexei would stand up, gather the New Avengers together in his hulking arms and squeeze them tight in a bear hug until they called down. It was a sigh to behold and one you couldn't help but think was needed.

One night, after another spectacularly dramatic loss from Alexei, you pulled him on it in the kitchen afterwards.

"I know you know you could have won," You whisper. "Why do you do it?"

"Ehhh," He shrugs. "The kids need comic relief and I am the best comedian." He's grinning, still trying to act aloof, but you can see in his eyes that there's something a little deeper beneath the surface.

You nod and say nothing more, not wanting to push but the thought stays in the back of your mind.

"God, you're an idiot."

John's temper flared after a pretty bad night fighting the newest, baddest villain in town and he wasn't the only one to be angry.

"Dad, why would you think to do that?" Yelena sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You could have gotten us killed. You need to stop trying to play hero."

"Yeah, not all of us are super soldiers." Ava grumbles.

"Welcome home!" Bob exclaims, face falling when he takes in everyone's grumpy, beaten faces. "O-Oh no. What happened?"

"Don't wanna talk about it." John huffs past him, leaving Bob confused.

You watch silently as everyone disperses to wind down but hang back for Alexei. He looks like a kicked puppy as he removes his helmet and, thinking back to the fight, images flash through your mind. You quickly realise that had Alexei not done what he had done, the team would have been crushed by a metal beam - however, he had played it off as him picking it up so as to not freak them out about your imminient deaths and protecting the surrounding civillians.

"Hey," you say softly. "You okay?"

"I am Boo Boo the Fool." Alexei says dejectedly, kicking off his boots. "Joke of my country. Joke of my family."

"No, you're not." You tell him sincerely, though his phrasing makes your lips twitch upwards.

"Lena is right." He shrugs. "I am no hero."

"Alexei." Your voice is soft but firm and you put a comforting hand on his gigantic bicep. He looks up to see you smiling at him. "What you did today - those people you saved - they think you're a hero."

"They do?"

"Yep." You nod before adding, "And so do I."

Alexei's expression immediately brightens. "You do?"

It's tighter than it needs to be and you're unsure if he's trying to show off his strength or crush you with cuteness-aggression but either way you think you snap a rib.

"Thank you Little Bolt." He says as he places you back on your feet, gold tooth flashing in the lighting above. "You know exactly what to say."

Another day, another fight. Except this time, Alexei is the last one standing.

Yelena, Ava, John, Bucky and you are disarmed amd tied up, unable to fight back. Ava and Yelena are wrapped in chains, Ava too close to Yelena to phase out without causing her serious harm and Bucky and John have lost a metal arm and taco-shield - leaving them vulnerable to tranquiliser bullets. You, on the other hand, are trying to kick your way from a henchman after being handcuffed - leaving Alexei as the last man standing.

"Who even let you join?" The villain of the week sneers. "You're an ingrate. Your friends and daughter will die because you're incompetent. What do you even offer this team? Comic relief?"

"I am mother goose." Alexei nods sagely. "Someone has to protect my goslings from themselves."

If John could roll his eyes, he would be and you bet Bucky would do one of his character sighs. As Yelena and Ava continue to fight at the chains, you do what you have always done; watch.

"You're a nobody." Villain dissmisses. "No one will remember you, canon fodder. You've lost one daughter, now you will lose another."

You can see the subtle shift in Alexei's demeanour, the way his eyes quickly lose their mirth while his goofy grin remains plastered to his face. Most importantly, you notice how he very slowly, sets his body into a rigid fighting stance.

Alexei isn't playing anymore.

It all happens so quickly you barely see it. Despite Alexei's size and mass, he moves horrifyingly fast. He usually charged in with a battle cry; excitable for battle just like a certain axe-wielding blond you happen to know, but this wasn't a fair fight anymore. As soon as his daughter's life - daughters' lives - were mentioned, all intentions of a good old fashioned beat 'em up brawl were off the table. No punches would be pulled. No bones unbroken.

This was indomitable spirit.

This was the Red Guardian.

The villain was held easily five feet from the ground, Alexei's bear-paw of a hand squeezing his throat so hard his face had gone purple and his eyes looked like they were ready to pop from his skull. The villain squirmed and smacked at the trunk of an arm that held him in vain, pleading with the darkness in Alexei's eyes, clearly terrified and surprised at the shift in what he'd mistakenly thought was an oaf. The henchman that had been trying to get at you also stops dead to watch the spectacle, and you take the opportunity to land a boot to his chin.

"You don't speak about my daughters." Alexei growls.

Even Yelena and Ava and stopped fighting their bonds to watch on in shock as Alexei hurls the villain to the opposite side of the room with ease, rushing over to the two women and snapping the chains with his hands.

"Are you two okay?" Alexei asks, checking them both over quickly.

"'M okay."

"Fine, dad."

The villain's body slides across the floor, crunching when it slams against the concrete wall, and he groans in agony.

You join them, hands now free courtesy of your captors keys, and look over at the sad, crumpled pile of dark clothes.

"You couldn’t have done that sooner?" You joke and Alexei beams, standing tall and proud.

"Where is the fun in that, Little Bolt?"

END

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WIP Roundup!

Alright, I've completely cleaned out the inbox and deleted "all" messages that I didn't respond to/that were "ghost" messages driving me insane saying they were there when they weren't.

Which ALSO means I've gone through my entire WIP folder and narrowed things down. Some got deleted, some I'm going to sit on for a little bit and see if something sparks, others I went through and added nearly 3000 words of blurbs/notes/ideas on how the fic is gonna go. The creativity is *flowing* so here's what we're working with now!

Addison Montgomery: A twist on the Seattle Grace prom ep. This time it's Addi off in an on call room cheating. She knows she shouldn't, that it's wrong and tells reader this, who agrees with a laugh. Problem is Addi knows it's not gonna be the last time. Amanda Rollins: her girl is supposed to be her gambling good luck charm. Amanda's not very happy when she ends up being someone else's and takes her home to be punished. Barhoun: 1 angst piece delving into one version of how/why they break up for good. Why things would never workout between them. 1 poly!fic where they frequent a high end sex club in the city and see a little timid thing that needs *guidance* (will end up w multiple parts) 1 poly! pure smut fic where they've both had long weeks and need someone to take it out on. Alex Blake: a minor hurt major comfort piece. Reader is hosting the team for post case drinks, but the case hit hard and she gets incredibly overwhelmed with the environment in her apartment. Blake is the one she trusts and wants around. Sonny Carisi: 1 hurt/comfort of him having to deal w his cop wife being undercover. He's now the ada and can't be on scene to help her/protect her and man does he ever hate that. 1 hurt/comfort potentially related to s26. Sonny needs someone, he needs to be comforted and taken care of by someone he trusts completely, someone he can relinquish all control to. CM Ladies: 1 comfort of reader coming out as bi/coming to terms with it and feeling a little bit insecure about it because she's only dated/been with men. Reassurance from the rest of the girls 1 mega smut club sandwich: Reader is friends with JJ, she's casually dated a couple other members of the team over the years and everything is on good terms. When she gets invited out for a night of drinks she meets the newest team member and is conflicted about how her night will end. Naturally, one of the girls comes up with a much spicier idea. One that reader doesn't need to make a choice. Elizabeth Donnelly: 1 mini series where Liz's relatively new gf starts to see the way other prosecutors act around her gf, how often Liz drops things to attend to their needs and how much she mentors them. She starts to get jealous/insecure about it and their relationship, wondering if she's enough or if Liz deserves/wants more. Emily Prentiss: 1 hurt/comfort in s17. Instead of getting high, emily devolves even more as she starts to spin out. It's only when reader shows up to yank her out of it that she finally gets a reality check from someone who cares and is worried about her. 1 smut. a continuation of "Seventeen" if you will, where em has tried to be good and play by the rules but she can't help it. Work's been busy and she's *needy* Olivia Benson: 1 mommy!olivia smut 1 that's a 5 times + 1 style of Olivia secretly dating Elliot's younger sister. Sara Kingsley: 1 either multi part-er or a 5 times where Sara has a crush but doesn't want to admit it. Joe Velasco: a 5 times one i've been working on for ages. Where he and reader have been sleeping together for a while but are in denial of all feelings and pretending their fling is a secret when.. yeah... everybody knows.

There's 20 all together in my WIP folder, but some I am sitting on to see if they develop something that might be deleted so I didn't include them.

That gives you a nice idea of what style/who is in the wip folder and what y'all have to look forward to!

Requests remain OPEN, so feel free to check out my pinned post and prompt lists to get some ideas. I generally DO like to get more than just the prompt as a request, send me even just a pretty vague setting/thought/what kind of situation they're in/how they got there. It helps me come up with someone more and there's a higher chance of it not getting deleted further down the road lol.

Happy Wednesday! <3

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiiii 🥰 could i have some arson neil pls?

WIP Wednesday (3/12) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 288)

And thus the conversation devolves into stupidity. Andrew tells 10 he thinks he's far more likely to die at work than he is in his own home and 10 counters with clearly made up statistics about home invasions and robberies gone wrong.

"I'm just saying, ninety percent of people get mugged in their lifetime."

"You're such a fucking liar." Andrew sighs. "Ninety percent of the time, I want to throw you off a building. That is a real statistic."

10 just smiles, a flirty lilt to his voice. "Oh? You think you could pick me up?"

"Yes. You weigh, what, about eight pounds?" Andrew asks, making 10 roll his eyes.

"Not quite."

"I've seen purse dogs that looked heavier than you. Besides I'm a fireman, I could toss you like a pizza." Andrew says. And then, in real time, he gets to see 10's eyes dilate at the idea. "You like that, huh?"

"Shut up. I do not." 10 chokes out, clearly flustered. Oh, Andrew likes that look on him. He sneakily takes a screenshot, grateful his phone doesn't make a shutter sound. After a moment 10 glances off to the side, where Andrew now knows his dresser is. "What do I wear tomorrow?"

"Something warm."

"Okay. Uh, I need to go get something to eat now."

"Alright. Bye 10, see you tomorrow. Two o'clock."

"Two." 10 confirms. "Bye."

10's face disappears off Andrew's screen and he drops his phone onto the couch beside him. Tomorrow at two o'clock. He opens his messages to tap out a text.

Andrew Meeting him again tomorrow. 🍒 Jeremy Ooh nice. Wait. On CHRISTMAS?????????? What about your ritual? Andrew I think I can take a year off from sending Kevin a clip of Catherine O'Hara yelling his name. Do not tell him, by the way. 🍒 Jeremy You want me to keep secrets from my boyfriend?! Okay I'm in. lol He's gonna miss getting his clips though. Andrew He is not. He hates it. 🍒 Jeremy Nah he loves it. But I won't tell. What are you going to do? Everything will be closed. D: You could bring him here... Andrew Jeremy I am not bringing a man to your apartment for a date. 🍒 Jeremy Jean is making food though... It would be nice... Andrew The only way I would ever consider it is if we were to hogtie Kevin and leave him locked in your bedroom. 🍒 Jeremy Oh. Well that could easily be arranged. ;) Andrew Ew. 🍒 Jeremy You said it. Andrew I wish I hadn't. Tell Jean I ate the soup with a grilled cheese. I'll bring his precious bowl back eventually. 🍒 Jeremy kk lol He sighed and called you both a child and a liar.  Andrew He knows me so well.

[peachdues]

A WIP featuring my favorite — Sanemi + angst + heartache

“Take it off, take it off, take it off!” Her screams were unbearable as the Lunar Pillar’s frantic pleas devolved into full, shuddering sobs, her fingers weakly curling against the metal of the collar as she tugged and clawed. A jagged end of her nail caught the marred skin of her throat and drew blood, but she did not seem to notice; not as her trembling legs collapsed beneath her and Y/N curled into herself on the ground, repeated scream-shouts of take it off quieting to pitiful, quiet cries.

Mitsuri had never felt herself more at a loss than she did at that moment; nor, apparently, had Rengoku as they both stared sadly at their comrade.

Rengoku was the first to cautiously approach the Lunar Pillar where she’d dropped, unfastening the cloak cape around his shoulders to drape around Y/N’s battered and bloodied half-nude form.

He crouched down low next to the Pillar, his hand hovering uncertainly over the middle of her back, wavering between wanting to comfort her and not knowing whether she could tolerate being touched.

The Flame Pillar’s internal strife, however, was ended as the Wind Hashira returned, his eyes fixed resolutely upon Y/N, bent over her knees as she heaved dry, broken sobs upon the ground.

Sanemi knelt before the woman he loved, his hand stretching out towards her before faltering mid-air, as though he’d thought the better of it.

“Y/N,” the Wind Pillar said hoarsely. “Y/N.”

Shakily, the Lunar Pillar’s head rose to meet Sanemi’s fathomless stare, her eyes narrowing in some vague recognition of who sat before her, though she said nothing.

“It’s me, Y/N.”

The Lunar Hashira’s eyes remained flat as she brokenly whispered, “Take it off.”

“I will, my Moon. I swear it,” Sanemi’s hands trembled ever so slightly as they extended towards the metal locked around her neck. “Just hold on a little longer.”

—————

“Who are you?”

The horror on Rengoku’s face surely mirrored Mitsuri’s own as the two pillars looked to the Wind Hashira as he blanched.

“It’s me, Y/N,” he whispered, hands hesitating as they twitched towards her until he thought the better of it. His voice quieted ever more. “It’s Sanemi. Your Sanemi.”

I love causing him pain.

[buckme]

wip wednesday

thank you darling tiana @heartbreakfeelsogood for tagging me in this!!!

this is from the ridiculous buddie fic im writing where, because they’re so happy & comfy in their skins after finally getting together, everyone who they’re called to help can’t stop asking them out. it turns into a bit of a contest (because of course it does). this scene is in a nursing home (because of course it is).

There’s a group of three old women off to the side. One of them is straight up staring at his ass. Another is laughing, hands over her face. The third, though, is grinning at him like she wants to eat him. They’re speaking to each other in a way that they probably think is quiet. It’s anything but.

“The things I’d ask him to do to me… I’d need a new hip replacement in a week!”

“Bitsy, you bad girl. You’re gonna make me laugh my dentures out again.”

“I don’t know, girls, I don’t think he could handle all I have to offer him.”

“Have you seen his hands, Midge? Those are porn star hands. I bet he could do the thing that only my Harold could do.”

“Doris! You naughty girl.” They all devolve into cackles.

Eddie’s trying really, really hard not to react. These women are older than Pepa. He gets why they have no shame, but he really wishes they would have some shame.

“Oy,” mutters the woman whose arm he’s patching up. “Ignore them best you can, doll.”

Well, at least someone here isn’t gonna objectify me today, Eddie thinks.

The old lady trio decide, then, that they need to be bigger freaks.

“I just want to take a bite outta him. I mean, have you seen that tush?”

“Oh, it’s delicious.”

“You think I could convince him to give me mouth-to-mouth?”

“Midge, you’d have to be unconscious.”

“He can knock me out, I’m fine with that.”

“More like knock you up.”

“Not at this point! Ha! Best part of menopause.”

“Seriously, how much longer is he gonna take on patching up Deb? I need his big, capable hands on me.”

“Doris, you weren’t even in the kitchen.”

“He doesn’t need to know that!”

Two of the women (Bitsy and Midge, Eddie guesses) look at each other and burst out in giggles. He’s in trouble now, for sure.

“Excuse me, young man,” the ringleader—Doris— says, marching up to Eddie and fluttering her eyelashes behind her thick glasses. Aw, fuck. He’s got to stop her before this becomes extremely uncomfortable for everyone involved. Winning be damned, Eddie does not want to be asked out by this horny octogenarian.

tagging @sadgayeddie @brratbuck @buddiesbian & anyone who follows me who writes <3

[ac3ofspad3s-on-ao3]

so I lowkey forgot about fic friday until like 3 seconds ago so I'm going to talk about an au based on this post by Sircantus with the current name Anyone can be a Princess.

There's like, nearly 5k words and I was liking it, I had some people who also liked it but I fucking don't so it's getting used for scraps when I decide to make a new version.

Version 1.0 was that Techno got summoned by Sofia, but not the usual way, not through a blood sacrifice, she doesn't even want him to kill someone for her. Her amulent summoned him, because according to that he's a princess????

She wants help preventing a famine. So, he makes a deal with her. (Techno's like, a demon or god or something) He'll help her with the potatoes and she'll help him with becoming a princess. The deal has to be made because Techno can't choose to accept or deny summons, once a sacrifice is made, he's summoned and has to do as his Summoner commands.

The overarching theme was going to be about autonomy but that fell flat.

There was an A and B plot, A was Techno helping Sofia and everyone trying to not tell Sofia that Technoblade is famous for murdering royalty and defeating armies single handedly and is not in fact a princess.

The B plot would be that Techno keeps getting summoned between 2 waring kingdoms, with sacrifices that keep getting larger and larger. And would eventually end with Techno, being summoned seeing his temple piled high with bodies and only the king left who's gone mad. The king tries to tell him to storm the castle and kill the king and his children.

Which would mirror a previous scene, one that explains that long ago Techno was summoned to steal an amulet from a princess. Sofia's Amulet, and for some reason that amulet decided Techno qualified as a princess that could be summoned to help.

But instead of killing this new princess Techno saves her, he protects her and takes her somewhere safe.

my main gripe is that the A plot wasn't well developed, so Id add more scenes to that, I think I'd keep the B plot because it's fun and I do like the themes. But I'd start from scratch if only because I fucking despise editing shit and trying to find places to insert new scenes.

It has taken a back seat in terms of my other wips but maybe I'll work on it this summer if I have the time.

Anyway, here's a little snippet of it.

Sofia insisted that Techno join her and her family for every meal, citing their deal as a reason when he suggested he eat alone. How could he learn how to be a better princess if he didn’t learn proper table manners? Long ago someone had tried to teach Techno etiquette to prepare him for the first of many meetings with ambassadors from neighboring kingdoms. On the night of the dinner he’d forgotten everything and chose to eat nothing at all. The ambassador he’d met with had talked himself into a peace treaty and trade agreement that heavily favored the Arctic Empire before dessert had arrived. After that he didn’t bother to relearn. Kristin sometimes tried to but as long as Techno was better at eating then Tommy she didn’t really care for proper table manners. Sofia and her two siblings Amber and James made a game of who could correct Techno’s poor manners first. The game quickly devolved into yelling and Techno kept “forgetting” which fork was for what, if he bothered to use a fork at all. Tommy would be proud. “Even Sofia was better with her table manners when she first came to the castle than you are!” Amber loudly, a look of disgust on her face when Techno had once again abandoned the cutlery and used his hands to eat. “Amber, there’s no need to shout.” The Queen said, glancing between her daughter and the Blood God. Techno ignored her. “Of course Sofia is better than me with all of this, she’s stayed in the kingdom all her life. I travel all over, in some kingdoms people do eat with their hands, in others they use two sticks to pinch the food and eat it. After enough travel you forget what’s done where and do what’s most comfortable.” That placated the children somewhat as their attention was drawn towards asking Techno about his travels. But their corrections never ceased, no matter how many times their parents tried to get them to stop. It was entertaining, Techno had no plans to hurt any of them, and couldn’t hurt Sofia if he wanted to. But none of them knew that, and he was having far too much fun to tell them. If they did know they’d probably try to execute him, he hated the feeling of rope around his neck, so he kept quiet.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

WIP Wednesday

Emmrich broaches a topic most delicate topic---his desire for Agi to explore using her magic in the bedroom---and Agi cries. Oops.

NSFW language but nothing happens.

Under normal circumstances, Emmrich enjoyed his and my sweet girl’s nightly ritual of bathing, dressing for bed, and spending a few hours chatting or cuddling. We cuddle nearly every day!

However, after he witnessed Agnes’s dominant and borderline obscene display of power, grace, beauty, and magic against Aelia, he was determined.

Determined to ask for more of THAT.

Oh dear, how to broach this potentially delicate topic.

“Helloooooooooo? Emmrich? Emmrich Volkarin? Sexy professor? Man who claims to not eat meat but eats my pussy daily?” Agnes devolved into breathless giggles as she poked his upper arm. “Emm? King of my heart? Lover of my ass? Titties?”

Goodness! She is awfully bold.

I love it.

He cleared his throat. “Forgive me, dearest. I-I wish to speak to you about earlier.”

Her brow furrowed. “Oh?”

His eyes widened slightly as he realized I sounded far too serious. Oh, drat! She’ll think I’m upset with her, and that’s not the case at all. “No, no, no darling! It’s not…I swear to you I’m…oh.”

I choose my words carefully. Allegedly.

She offered him a small smile and nuzzled his cheek. “Take your time, love.” Her lips grazed his skin, and I nearly began to cry. Damnit. “You always give me all the time in the world to sort out the random shit in my head, and you deserve the same.”

“Random shit” is certainly one way to describe her thoughts. I’d call them brilliant.

You are brilliant, my love.

“You’re too sweet,” he murmured, turning his head to face her and kiss her properly as she deserves. When he broke the kiss, the backs of his fingers caressed her cheek and jaw. “Earlier, when you were…I suppose I would call it ‘showing off’ with your magic before we battled Aelia…” She’s nodding. Good, good. “I was wondering if you could…well, introduce some of your…magical prowess when we’re intimate.”

He waited for her response.

Her mouth dropped open; her expression shocked. “I’m not burning you! I’m not doing it!”

What?!

Oh no no no no no nononono!

“Darling, I—”

“Listen, I have hard lines, okay? I don’t ever want to hurt people, especially you! I fucking love you! Why would I want to hurt you?!”

Shit. You damned fool!

Now she’s crying.

Wonderful, Volkarin. Wonderful.

He shifted to embrace her, and she melted into him as he comforted her. “Sweetheart, no. That’s not what I’m asking, let alone suggesting. Look at me.” Emmrich felt her shake her head. “Agi, please look at me.” Good girl. “Frankly, I’m proud of you. Do you know why?” He smiled when she shook her head once more. “I’m proud of you because you expressed a clear boundary. You never have before, darling. I’m so very proud.”

She rolled her eyes, sniffling. “Even when I was way off apparently?”

“Even so.” He brushed away the remaining tears and then gave her a reassuring kiss. “Be as creative as you like, my love. I trust you.”

Agnes immediately tensed. “You don’t understand what you’re asking.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ve thought about it, but…” Her eyes snapped open, wide and pleading. “You don’t understand. If I hurt you, even accidentally, I’d never forgive myself. I have to be in control, Emmrich. If I’m not…I can’t…” My poor girl. That circle of hers told her she was a danger to herself and others. She can’t possibly believe it, can she?!

As he was about to comfort her as much as she needs, anything, anything my darling…

Is it me or is it getting warm?

Oh.

OH.

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

For the WIP ask game; I need to know more about Vampire Mommy (I'll get to AF later don't worry)

Somehow I knew this was going to be the first one I got asked about.

Okay, so one time some friends and I were shooting the breeze about a werewolf story one of them was writing. This eventually devolved into us taking all of our favorite characters from several different franchises and dumping them into a Old West-era setting in which the typical movie monsters (vampires, werewolves, wendigos and such) exist.

There is a fog that sweeps across the country that brings these beasties out on a semi-regular rotation (which seems a little too clockwork to be coincidental, hmmm) and as a result the government has essentially been eradicated. This is set in America, and there are lots of rumors about what's happened to the Old World, but little is actually known.

Aaanyhow, most of the typical monster rules apply here - werewolves transform under the full moon, vampires drink blood and are faster/stronger and have some powers of hypnosis.

So that's the backstory. The actual story came about because I made Fred and Kelly (you'll no doubt be shocked to learn) the principals in my story. Kelly is a refugee from the Old World with no memories because when she was on the ship crossing the ocean she was transformed into a vampire and she and her creator killed everyone on the way. Eventually she was caught by a different vampire who got her to go the vegan route - things went well for her for a bit until the one who turned her killed her new mentor and then tore through the country trying to put together a powerful vampire's nest. In retaliation, she set out to hunt him and his nest down.

On the flipside is Fred - a Hunter adopted and trained by the legendary hunter Frank Mendez. He is very talented at killing monsters, but is still making a name for himself outside Frank's shadow. He ends up hunting Kelly, they do quite a bit of flirting instead of killing each other and then end up teaming up.

At least... that's the plan. Deepest apologies for the massive wall of explanation here, I don't know what came over me. Anyway, here's the first blurb I ever wrote for it that got me interested in trying to actually take a serious stab at the story:

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Fred was panting, sweat beading on his forehead and his breaths coming in labored gasps. This vampire was fast. Faster than the others he'd faced before, and it wasn't even close. "You run like a rabbit," he taunted, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Come on out and fight. Don't tell me I've got you scared.”

The vampire sprinted from one clutch of shadows to the next, the sound of her supernaturally fast steps rushing through his ears. She laughed darkly, the sound rich and strangely alluring as it echoed off the dark walls around him. "So brash, little hunter," she admonished, a smirk clearly on her lips despite the fact that he hadn't even seen her face yet. "So eager to die."

Suddenly, Fred felt a presence over his shoulder. He spun around, bringing his left fist up to strike her across the jaw. She took a step back, barely stepping out of range; which brought her right into his other fist. "You're fast, Rabbit," he growled as she doubled over, clutching her diaphragm. "But maybe not fast enough."

She hissed when she looked up at him, her shockingly beautiful features twisted with anger. Hidden underneath the ugly hatred, though, was something... different. A begrudging respect, perhaps. "You talk too much, little hunter," she hissed, lunging forward.

Fred was fast - faster than most. He still wasn’t fast enough to sidestep the vampire's lunge. They crashed to the ground together, rolling as they each fought to gain leverage over the other. When they finally came to a stop Fred found himself on his back, the vampire straddling his hips to keep his lower half immobile and pinning his shoulders to the ground under hands with infuriating ease.

Ridiculous though it may have been to think like this when his life was in very real danger, Fred couldn't help but find her beautiful. Sharp, angular features as harsh as her nature. Eyes as blue as the sky on a summer's day. Hair pulled back tightly and highlighting her perfect, porcelain skin - entirely at odds with his own tanned and scarred hide.

"A pity our game has to end, little hunter," she purred, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and breathing deeply. He couldn't tell if she was savoring the scent of his blood or - disturbing though the thought may be - simply playing with her food. Either way, the proximity sent a rather embarrassing shiver down his spine.

"The delicious ones always make a point of dying fastest," she grumbled, sounding almost disappointed. Then she turned her face and opened her mouth, her fangs pressing sharply against his sensitive skin.

"I was about to say the same," he cut her off. Despite the fact that the razor-sharp point of her teeth had already drawn a drop of blood, he wore a smirk as he spoke. Her prey’s confident tone was enough to give the vampiress pause, and she pulled back to look him in the eye curiously. Then her eyes traveled down further, until they found the stake he was holding against her chest, just over her heart. "What do you say, Rabbit?" he asked, his teeth clenched tightly. "Do we go out together? Makes for a romantical kind of ending, don't you think?"

The vampire stared down at him unblinkingly for several long moments. Then the firm line of her mouth slowly turned into a smile. "I didn't give you enough credit, little hunter," she purred, all charm and seduction once more. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she added, "Next time I'll make sure not to repeat that mistake."

Then she was gone, vanishing in a dark blur.

Fred lay there, panting and fighting the blush that had risen in his cheeks, for some time. Finally he forced himself into a sitting position, running a hand back through his hair and breathing deeply He knew he needed to go after her - she was a monster, and she needed to be put down just like all the rest. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that he didn't *want* to.

Fred ran his hand through his hair again, letting out a nervous, shuddered breath before sliding the stake back into its place on his belt and shaking his head again.

"Oh, Rabbit," he sighed to himself with a grin. Then he groaned tiredly as he added, "Frank is going to kill me."

[kyuohki]

3, 12, 23

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year:

Kind of a teaser for Kintsugi, but this line from Seraï to Puppet!Resh'an has become my favorite:

“I don’t know if you can hear me through this puppet of yours,” she all but snarled at the figure, and Zale blinked as he realized that the one holding him was the strange puppet of Resh’an. “But if anything happens to Zale, I will personally hunt you down and make you regret it.”

*bangs fist on desk* And I'm loving this whole section but can't post more than this bc *spoilers*!

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12. favorite character to write about this year:

This definitely goes to Two! Two was the surprise character that became my fav. I love her so much! I need to finish Scorched Earth, so I can share more of her (and there are spin offs in the works bc of Two! The bunnies just don't quit!)

And despite all my posted fic w/ Zale, I'm also having an absolute blast in my WIPs w/ Seraï! She's been my go to when I get stuck to see a scene from another angle. Her POVs are so much fun, and I'm getting a better feel of her now!

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23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t:

Some are wanted to write, and others are in some form of written but on pause:

Gogo!Reshan is still floating around in a folder somewhere, though I haven't touched it yet bc it wants the "epic" treatment for a crack idea. I might get it down into a short, possibly from a FF6 character POV, but no idea where it would go. (Or the hows/whys Resh'an is stuck in a cave inside a Zone Eater; post-BDSM Slab maybe??).

There is the Modern AU piece that is currently in the scrap/au pile, of accidentally drunk Zale at a party. The fic is supposed to be the lead in to drunk confessions (Zale's side) and kiss (also Zale's side) that's the tipping point for the Garl/Zale relationship. But bc Barmy reared his goddamn head while I was trying to write it, the bits I have descended into dangerous territory and I don't want to look at it rn. (It might still get written as a spin-off...)

Speaking of Modern AU, I wanted to get the B'st/Resh'an/Aephorul fic down in some form, but it doesn't want to cooperate past the worldbuilding notes I've done.

There's another idea of a spin-off for Break Point, where Zale either 1) manages to succeed in killing Barma'thazel in Ch6, and draws the attention of Aephorul directly (and is subsequently made into a weapon to replace the Demon General); or 2) Zale becomes more than just a plaything, is made into a weapon (healed so he can fight again, via Lejugg or Aephorul), and it goes and devolves either into him fighting against friends, or extreme bad-ends further into the future w/ him fighting Ninja.

[miasmaghoul]

How am I supposed to pick a wip with a list like that!? I want them all. But if I have to pick just one: could you please tell me about the dubious handy??!!?!? ♡♡♡

I SURE CAN but it's under the cut for dubcon reasons ♡

So this has been living in my head for like a year and a half at this point but I will consider it a WIP because TECHNICALLY I have written SOME words about it but honestly most of them have been used to torment @st-danger.

Anyway, the dubious handy is going to be a kinda angsty if/dew but also dewther fic that takes place in era 3, right when Things happen and the new lineup takes over. Dew meets Ifrit and there's attraction immediately, but Aether (they are together) warns Dew to stay away from him. That Ifrit's bad news, almost as bad as Alpha, but Dew has never been one to heed advice.

Despite that though, there's no time to do much about it. The new tour starts very soon and having to deal with a new lineup and all the preparations involved in that have everyone scrambling. There's some flirting, sure, but beyond that it's no more than swapped glances Dew being subjected to the sight of Ifrit humping his guitar every time Terzo turns around in rehearsals. On the road, they start their antics on stage, butting at each other like goats - it's Ifrit's idea to tease the kiss, and the tension builds.

Before they know it, half the tour is done. They're all having a well-deserved break - a night in the middle of nowhere, sharing beers around a hastily built campfire beside the bus. A little something that makes it feel like home. Dew's a little tipsy, leaning against Aether and listening to him talk to Zephyr, but his eyes keep drifting to Ifrit. Eventually he sets down his drinks and excuses himself, Aether giving his hand a squeeze. Gotta piss, he explains, shrugging on his leather jacket - it'll be chilly away from the fire - and Aether gives him a sage nod and a pat on the ass before he goes.

Dew shuffles his way behind the bus, swaying a bit as his boots crunch on the gravel. He doesn't have to go far to have privacy, and he can still hear the others chatting while he unzips. He's mid-piss when he hears crunching in the gravel behind him, and Dew sighs. Almost done, he says, but the footsteps continue. Heavier than his own, closer and closer, right behind him, and before Dew knows what's happening a large hand is batting his own out of the way, grabbing his still dribbling cock and starting to stroke.

In the distance, he hears Aether laugh, and when a too-warm breath hits his neck Dew chokes.

And then the dubious handy ensues, and it devolves into a whole internal struggle for Dew and he makes several Bad Decisions because of it.

He really should've listened to Aether.

Anyway, I really REALLY want to write this one, and I feel like when I get into a groove with it it'll come easily, but it just hasn't happened yet. 😔

[welcometololaland]

wip wednesday for y'all (on thursday) - thank you for your tags @rmd-writes @carlos-in-glasses @kiwiana-writes @heartstringsduet @cha-melodius @strandnreyes @hippolotamus @inflarescent @alrightbuckaroo @three-drink-amy @birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, i hope to get to the snippets to read on my lunchbreak and reblog! thank you for continuing to think of me, i love reading your stuff <3 here's a little something from the au @rmd-writes have just started entitled Call Me (By My Name):

“Watch it,” the guy snaps, stepping neatly to Carlos’ right as Carlos practically flattens himself against the rear of the truck. They stop for a moment, time seeming to stand still as Carlos stares unapologetically at the man in front of him.

The captivating eyes are framed with dark lashes, fanning out across perfect, high cheekbones and complemented by full, pink lips. They look breathtaking, even though they’re wearing a scowl, and Carlos wants to press the tip of his finger to one, just to see how soft they are. He bets this guy is a good kisser, which is a very inappropriate thing to be thinking at the scene of an accident.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, even though he hasn't done anything wrong. This man – this beautiful, intriguing person – has Carlos’ heart feeling as if it's sitting in his throat, threatening to leap right out of his mouth. “I didn’t—”

“Hey, you’re APD, right?” the guy says, breaking the breathless trance Carlos has seemingly devolved into. “Can you, I don’t know, do your job? My captain is out there breaking up fights between drivers and you’re hiding around the back of our truck.”

Carlos starles at the accusation. “I'm not hiding,” he protests. “I just got here!”

“Great, good!” the man bites back pointing around the other side of the truck with passion. “The fight is over there, just in case you wanted to start helping out.”

“Should I bypass dispatch and just ask you where I’m needed?” Carlos retorts, surprised by his own assertiveness. Mere seconds ago he’d been in some dreamlike state where this man was kissing him into oblivion, but it turns out that’s just a figment of Carlos’ overactive imagination. This guy is a dick.

The man scoffs and turns away, the fluoro on the back of his turnouts directing Carlos’ attention to his name. Carlos opens his mouth, unsure of what he’s planning to say, when TK Strand calls over his shoulder.

“Maybe don’t make us do your job for you next time.”

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[goddesspharo]

wip meme: dying for an update on the winter olympics au!

[ask me about my WIPs!]

The messiest doc there is! Part outline, part the tentative timeline of the Milano-Cortina Winter Olympics 2026 (based on Beijing 2022 because they haven't released the real schedule yet), and then the outline devolving into me writing an actual scene for it as my brain's way of dodging its "you cannot start this until you finish some of the other WIPs" mandate. The only PG excerpt I can provide (and that also required some editing):

"I want to know if I'm playing second fiddle to a douche with an ironic mustache." "We're partners. You're always going to be the first chair, Jake." "I meant off the ice." "And I meant always."

The general idea is that Hangman and Phoenix are pairs skaters who had success with Olympics glory in the past (while they were also dating), then broke up before the Beijing Olympics (for The Sake of Professionalism) and won silver (also many other reasons for this, including but not limited to Nat skating through an injury and a nice Rooster-shaped rebound), went their separate ways, and are now coming out of a soft retirement (for him) to go for one last gold in Milan (for her). What ensues is drama, boning, accidentally on purpose feeding the rumor mill while doing a zoom interview with Hoda Kotb for The Today Show, toe picks, quadruple axels on vision boards, me having to learn a hell of a lot more figure skating terms, beer luges at the Olympics village...you know, the usual stuff that turns my quaint little idea into a 150k monster.

[raccoonfallsharder]

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18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 28/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. cicatrix masterlist | navigation | fiction masterlist warnings and art below.

presents, flight lessons, confrontations, and a xeronian dinner.

That rotation takes them on a quiet course through the stars. Rocket quizzes her on the flight controls again, and other basic ship information: the different fuels used and how to access their tanks, speed adjustment through the UNTN, emergency procedures. “Might let you get your hands on the controls later today,” he says approvingly, and a flash of excited nerves sizzle goldenly on her skin.

“Really?” she demands giddily, unable to hold back a quick bounce of excitement in her seat.  He rolls his eyes, but there’s a grin in the corner of his mouth and the flash of his sharp canines.  When he lets her fly later in the wake-shift, her nerves are buzzing and singing. He has her sit in his own chair and climbs in her lap, telling the others to fuck off so they don’t distract her. “How’s it feel, kitten?” he asks, stroking his hands firmly down her thighs as he sits cushioned between them, pinning her to the captain’s seat with his forty-odd pounds of muscle and metal.  “Like the yoke is humming in my hands,” she whispers, wide-eyed as she stares through the crystalline starshield. Rocket hands dance up and down, prickling and occasionally pinching at the fat on her thighs, fingers nipping at her flesh like he’d like to take a bite of her himself. The quick, sharp pinches and plucks have her abdomen clenching. “That’s my girl,” he purrs, sounding inordinately satisfied by her response. “Light hold on the yoke now. She’s real responsive. Needs just the lightest frickin’ touch—“ It would be easy for the lesson to devolve, she thinks. His tail is pinned between them, draped over her hip, and it keeps flicking impatiently — restlessly. And without the controls in his palms, Rocket’s hands are prone to wander: constantly dipping into the vulnerable skin behind her knees, or threatening her with tiny, flower-shaped bruises. Because — as if the recent spanking had freed something in both of them — he seems much less concerned about hurting her now. It’s as if he’s realized he can trust himself to give her as much pain as she wants and needs — and as much as he wants and needs — without going too far. And every sharp little pinch grounds her.  Between the nips and nibbles of his fingertips, he rumbles little rewards into the empty air of the cockpit: telling her she’s doing so well for him; that she’s a frickin’ natural behind the flight controls; that she deserves a little reward and if they didn’t have to worry about the rest of the morons walking in, he’d be eating her cunt right there.

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a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

ART: pearl’s character design | pearl & rocket’s bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @/starriidreams | sexy, evocative waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @/hibatasblog ♡ | rocket combs pearl's hair

WARNINGS for this chapter: didn’t expect this chapter to contain quite so much dirty-talk or allude to so much sex. references to various sexual activities with little actual execution, including spanking, cockwarming, nipple clamps, etc. brief, light pain-play (biting, prinching, bruising), nipple-play, more fellatio, face-fucking.

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