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Halloween at the Opera

Author's note: I won't show them at the party, this is just a brief snippet of them getting ready to go to it. But there is a brief discussion of what's happening at the party just as they prepare to leave.

"Will, are you ready? The party starts in an hour and we must get there thirty minutes prior." Hannibal said as he dressed as a modern interpretation of Don José from Carmen. When he didn't hear Will, he went to check on him. The minute he saw him when he found Will in their shared room, he was in awe. Though a bit disappointed. But not because Will wasn't ready to go.

Will wasn't in a matching costume as he wanted, but this was the next best thing. Will was dressed as Mimi with a matching candle from La Boheme. There he was dressed as if he were a male Mimi; beautiful, yet healthy unlike his operatic counterpart. "William, you're-" Hannibal was unable to talk considering how gorgeous Will looked.

"Oh, Hannibal. Sorry, yes. I'm ready." Will said when he eventually turned to face Hannibal. "Sorry, I know you wanted me to be Carmen. But I wanted to show you I can do research without you. So I went with La Boheme. What do you think?" Will asked. Hannibal was speechless. He took a deep breath and eventually walked over to Will to suck the saliva right from Will's mouth.

When they parted, Hannibal found the words to speak again. "You're breathtaking, my love." He said. "Come, we must hurry. They're doing a special version of Faust tonight and it's a beautiful experience." They hurried to the Bentley and held hands the ride over. Hannibal couldn't wait for Will to experience Faust for the first time.

No one cares I'm irrelevant BUT just to be consistent, if anyone wants to have fun and participate:

Hanniween Prompt Challenge Day 1:

Art or One Shot of Will and Hannibal at a Halloween party. What would they wear?

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So I kinda wanna write a fix-it that sobers Buddy up and gets him to fight back. Forgive me, I've not seen Evening, so this is a blind fix-it past what I read in the synopsis and this scene here. It starts out after Ann yells at Buddy that last part of this picset.

"I was speaking true of one thing."

"Kiss men if you want to! HORRIFY YOUR PARENTS!" Ann barked out. That was enough for Buddy to snap him out of his drunken stupor.

"Are you done?" He asked abruptly, Ann seething with a hard stare, but staying silent. She should at least hear him out.

"I kissed that guy because I saw him kiss you. I guess in retrospect, it was dumb, but I got jealous and wanted to kiss you. But when you rejected my attempt, I went for him instead." He explained, half slurring.

"I rejected your kiss because you were drunk, Buddy! You still are!" Ann snarled.

"Yes, but your reaction to my prank sobered me up to make me realize I hurt you. Ann, please. Don't reject me after I confessed to you. I have something." He then bent down to get a note he buried during one of their summers, a note he didn't get to give Ann the last time they saw each other. He gave it to her and she read it. She teared up as the letter told of his feelings, the same feelings he had confessed just before he blew it. Ann teared up and looked up at Buddy as she covered her mouth.

"You mean-" Ann was too overwhelmed to finish her sentence.

"Of all my actions and things I've said or done, I was speaking true of one thing. I've been in love with you since we were kids and I still am. I'm so sorry though, Ann. If you could ever forgive me for making you think I killed myself in the water, I will work everyday to improve myself to be with you. But if you can't look past this, I will stand by you in whatever you choose." Buddy started to tear up himself, afraid of further rejection, but ready to face it even if it killed him. Ann pondered, then took Buddy's hand.

"No more pranks. And no more alcohol." Ann said finally as she embraced him further. Buddy's heart felt heavy and light at the same time. Light that he wasn't losing the love of his life, and heavy that all the love he had that he thought was gone came flooding back to give to the woman he loved for years.

"I'll stop drinking right away. And no more pranks. This was the last one. Anything to have and keep you." They hugged after that and waited to kiss for the first time the next morning as Buddy's breath still stank of booze and that was initially why Ann rejected his attempt to kiss her earlier.

The End

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry if I took out anything regarding Buddy's bisexuality but I believe his confession to Ann was genuine and that air needed to be let out. Plus it's Hugh and Claire: They met on this film and they eventually fell in love after. Albeit Claire fell after that one night stand, but they eventually fell in love.

clare danes in the flop 2007 movie Evening calling out the tumblr gays specifically

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"Take care of me, I don't want control anymore."

Will decided to accept Hannibal's offer to live with him after the Tobias Budge incident. Hannibal wanted to take care of him and Will frankly didn't want to struggle anymore. So Will quit his job one day once he had moved in fully and moved the dogs into the mansion as well. Something Hannibal discovered one morning after breakfast.

"You're not getting ready for work, Will." Hannibal observed.

"That's because I quit my job, Hannibal." Will smiled. "You're right, I need to focus more on my self preservation and my wellbeing." He admitted.

"I see. But what about making money?" Hannibal inquired.

"I'm renting out the house in Wolf Trap so I can still contribute to this household." Will said. "Now that doesn't mean I'm gonna be completely lazy." Will offered. "I'll be doing side jobs repairing boat motors out in the shed and I'll cook on nights you can't."

"But in the meantime?" Hannibal asked.

"I don't always want to be in control, Hannibal. Take care of me?" Will asked back as he stood up to curl up into Hannibal's arms. Hannibal softly chuckled and touched his forehead to the younger man's.

"Oh my darling, cunning boy. Who am I to say no?" Hannibal finally answered. And he did so even when they left for Florence a year and a half later.

The End

au where Will gives up on the struggles and becomes H's kept princess

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"Don't leave the same way you came in!"

Will was escorted by the new orderly. Hannibal could smell the new person with the orderly, his smell wasn't particularly nice. But he also detected something deeper, hidden. Then his blood boiled when he heard Miggs say five words to the newcomer.

"I can smell your CUNT!" The disgusting pig husked as the orderly told Miggs to cut it out. Once the newcomer, Will, came to Hannibal's cell, he was fascinated.

"Good morning." Hannibal said with a soft smile.

"Hello." Will said, smiling back politely.

"Miggs said something to you just now, what did he say?" The Cannibal asked.

"He said he could smell my...cunt." Will said softly.

"You're male, but not originally?" Hannibal asked.

"How did you...?" Will started asking until Hannibal answered instantly.

"It was the way you answered softly. You wear a cheap cologne to appear manly when I could introduce you to a better aftershave that can still make you smell masculine without smelling like you have a ship on the bottle and I could smell a deeper layer to you under the aftershave that I couldn't formally detect until Miggs said what he did to you. But enough about you. Crawford sent you for something?" Hannibal asked. "Frederick and Alana informed me before your arrival."

"Yes, We're investigating a killer called the Tooth Fairy?"

"Ah yes, I believe I had a patient who worked as a dental hygienist. Pediatric dental. Goes by the name Francis Dolarhyde. He violated HIPAA by discussing the patients and their families. Tell me, what are the victims' last names?" Hannibal asked. As Will pulled out the pages to show Hannibal the names of the families murdered, Hannibal smelled something musky and sticky. "You might want to page Frederick or Alana." He stated.

"Why?" Will asked. Hannibal sighed and pushed his own button, alerting Alana to Miggs masturbating, shooting accidentally onto the good doctor.

"MIGGS! YOU GET YOUR OUTFIT BACK ON RIGHT NOW! BARNEY! PUT MIGGS IN SOLITARY!" Alana barked. "Hannibal?!"

"Yes, Alana?"

"Did you set me up like that?" She asked when she stormed over to Will and Hannibal.

"No, I merely wanted you to catch Miggs masturbating. Not that you get shot with his spend." Hannibal promised.

"Alright. Well when you finish, could you direct Will here to an alternate exit from here? I don't want Miggs anywhere near him." Alana asked.

"Of course. I wouldn't either. Upon entering, Will was told by Miggs that "he could smell his cunt." Alana was mortified.

"Thank you then for calling me down when you did. I would've let you convince him to bite off, swallow and choke on his own tongue." Alana said as she went back to Barney and a struggling Miggs.

"You should probably stay until this blows over but the emergency exit is just past my cell." Hannibal said.

"Thanks." Will said back as they smiled.

The End

Could someone write a fic where Will visits Hannibal in prison and somehow recreate the scene from the book where another inmate tells Clarice that "he can smell her cunt"? Idk i think it would be kinda fun and I love the idea of trans Will Graham!!

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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I'll stand by you

Erik was running. He'd been doing a lot of that. Whether it was to clear his head after his ex Magda yet again withheld another visit with their daughter Nina or he just felt like keeping fit because he hadn't had sex in a long time. Either way, it was a good mindcleanse as well as a way to keep in shape. He was taking a break by getting a smoothie at the local coffee shop when a scaffolding at an apartment building started falling. He ran back over to the woman standing underneath and sheltered her-his front to her back-as he took the scaffolding with his mind and focused on the metal, manipulating their atoms and melting the ends that fell. Once melted down a little bit, he pushed the melted pieces back into where they fell out and then controlled them to cool back down. When he was done though, he felt a sharp shot to the gut from the woman's elbow.

"Get off me, you freak! HELP! ONE OF THOSE FREAKS JUST TRIED TO RAPE ME! AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEE!" The ungrateful woman just said. Suddenly, a man came up and asked for the situation.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" The man asked.

"This freak tried to rape me." She repeated. The man shook his head.

"I saw what really happened. This man just saved your life. He simply grabbed you to shield you from the damage done. Then he rebuilt the scaffolding into the building you're under. Now I suggest you apologize for the accusation and thank him for saving you." The man said.

"And if I refuse?" She asked.

"I just searched your mind, your brother is a "freak" as you just called your hero over there." He motioned to Erik. "I will report to anyone who wants to interview me your father's disdain for Mutants such as myself and your hero caused him to cut off his own wings the first time he grew a set of wings. And then your father's stocks will go down and Mutants will leave you more broke than Camelot era peasants. Do you understand?" Erik lightly smiled.

"Fine!" She groaned, then turned to Erik.

"Thank you for saving me. I'm sorry I accused you of attempting to rape me, I was wrong." She walked away and began to go to everyone she went to apologize. Before she did though, she screamed to them. "YOU FREAKS DESERVE EACH OTHER!" The man just shook his head.

"There's just no fixing people." He sighed.

"Thanks for saving me from getting thrown in jail." Erik said.

"Anything for a friend. Charles Xavier. You are?" Charles asked.

"Erik Lehnsherr. Care for me to buy you a coffee? I was going in for a smoothie myself when the Karen was about to be killed." Erik offered.

"No thank you, I got tea. But you can buy me a drink later tonight. We can split the dinner tab." Charles said with a cheeky wink. Erik smiled and agreed. They still sat together as Erik had his smoothie and Charles had another tea as his first tea ran cold while he saved Erik from the Karen.

Quick Cherik prompt

Erik is out on his midmorning run when he saves a woman from falling scaffolding, only for her to kick up a fuss and alert the whole neighbourhood she is being attacked by a mutant. Charles, who saw the whole thing, comes to his aid to confront her, quickly earning Erik's respect.

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I'm gonna assume they still have powers. Warning: First Cherik fic.

I don't care

Erik was bored. He didn't even know why he decided to come to this party, he didn't even like half the people or know the other half who came. He didn't even like Emma Frost, whose roommate Moira was triggerhappy. To the detriment of an ex who almost lost his ability to walk after they got locked in an abandoned sub once. Erik sat quietly and drank his scotch that was offered.

On the other side of the apartment, Charles and Raven were talking. "So Hank's helping me with my college courses and I think-Charles, are you listening to me?" Raven glared.

"Sorry, dear sister. It's hard to listen to you when everyone's thinking so loud." Charles said.

"Look, I know you're still mad at Moira, but you did promise her you'd come." Raven said.

"It's not about the time I was almost wheelchair bound. I don't know, I feel kinda off kilter. I barely know everyone who came here and quite frankly, Can you blame me for not wanting to be here?" Charles asked.

"Alright, time to show Moira your powers, guys. I've told her about you but she doesn't know everyone by their powers with the exception to Charles, myself and Raven." Emma said as the spotlight was put on the telepath. Charles projected inadvertently and Erik caught it.

"Oh Jings, here we go!"

Erik sympathized and decided to go first by moving his lucky coin he used to kill his boss following his mother's murder by his boss's hand right into Moira's. "Erik, you're the metal manipulator. I know Charles and Emma are both telepaths, but her telepathy's more advanced." Moira said.

"Yes, I tried to rip the gates open to save my mother from being killed by my boss, Sebastian Shaw. She was bringing him some soup because he said he'd been sick. This coin is what I killed him with." Erik said. "It's been a source of good luck ever since." Charles was warmed by that and projected into Erik's brain.

"Did you get away with it?"

Erik looked to finally find the body that matched the mysterious voice and walked over, only for Raven to stop him in his tracks.

"Hey there, handsome. Care to pour me a drink?" She asked.

"She's a minor and we're not in France." Charles projected. Raven heard that and gave Charles a glare.

"GIRLS HAVE NEEDS TOO, CHARLES!" Raven hollered out before shifting into a cat to sulk on Moira's bed. Erik lightly chuckled and walked over to Charles.

"A name to the face that matches the voice in my head." Erik started. "Charles, a very astute name. Erik Lhensherr. You need your drink topped off?" He asked.

"No, I'm not even really interested in staying. Seems to me you're not interested either." Charles shook Erik's hand. "My last name's Xavier by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Charles." Erik offered.

"The same to you, Erik." Charles said as they stared at each other for a long time.

"I have a chess board at home, the black pieces are metal. Would you like to-" Charles started before Erik drew some courage and locked lips with Charles. Then after a moment, he let go and stepped back, smirking as Charles looked debauched even after one kiss.

"Lead the way." Erik said and he and Charles did an Irish goodbye and sped off to Charles's to play chess, perhaps do more.

By morning though, Raven would be clawing at Charles for leaving her behind.

Quick Cherik prompt

Charles and Erik are strangers at a house party and neither want to be there. But things get interesting when people start showing off their party tricks...

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“We condemn condemners”

Dean and Cas were celebrating their engagement. “I can’t wait to marry you, I love you so much.” Dean said as he kissed Cas deeply. Sam smiled in the opposite seat while Gabriel made fake gagging sounds.

“Right with you, pal.” The guy in the adjacent booth said as he glared daggers at Dean and Cas. Dean and Cas pulled away.

“I’m sorry. You got a problem, pal?” Dean asked with a bit of attitude.

“No problem. Just don’t like this place to be ruined by PDA at the hands of sinners.” The guy said.

“Sinners? Love is love, man. I don’t want my night to be soured by your attitude. So let’s say we mind ourselves? Okay?” Dean asked. Suddenly, the guy’s food came and before he dug in, he began to pray...obnoxiously.

“Dear heavenly father, I thank you for my daily bread. Please smite the Gay people sinning in this bar and purify their souls and minds of their dirty thoughts of laying in bed with another man, marrying in your eyes. Thank you.” Dean and Cas were angry after that.

“C’mon, Cas. Let’s cancel our orders and go somewhere else for the night.” Dean said as he and Cas pulled out of the booth. But before Dean left, he stormed over to the dickhead. “And for the record, dick, I’m Bi. And you know what? God used to be too before he was replaced by my unofficially adopted son.” Dean growled.

“Whatever, sodomist.” The prick huffed back and Dean fought back the urge to make a scene and deck the bitch.

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That night when the guy was sleeping after praying to God, Gabriel flew into his dreams. He decided to give him a taste of how everyone felt about certain groups that felt God thought were unworthy of Heaven. Next thing the guy knew, Assfuck McDouchecanoe was a slave. “What the Hell?” He asked.

“You could call it Hell, I call it a lesson in humility.” He shrugged.

“One of the guys at the bar?” The douche recognized Gabriel.

“Call me the enforcer.” Gabriel said. “You insulted my brother and his fiancee by telling them they don’t deserve to have the same rights as Straights. Now I may be straight, but some Angels swing both ways.”

“Angels?” Prickface asked.

“Oh yes. And I’m one of the most powerful of them all.” Gabriel said as Prickface realized who Gabriel was.

“The Archangel Gabriel?” Prickface asked.

“Now you got it.” Gabriel said.

“Please spare me.” Prickface begged.

“You see, I’m not gonna kill you. I’m merely gonna teach you the consequences of being prejudice.” Gabriel said as he let the scenes play out and Prickface experienced things from the side of people who were prejudiced against. From black people taken from their homes in Africa to Jews being used as slaves in Egypt to Jews during WWII. He could feel whips and chains on his neck and back and he was tortured for his skin color or because of his religion. Prickface experienced being showered with acid and gassed. He experienced innocents being waterboarded for information in Gitmo. Once Gabriel felt prickface had had enough, he stopped the experience. “You understand now?” Gabriel asked.

“Pain. I feel...pain.” Gabriel nodded.

“That’s what they all felt during those periods. And right now, your fundamentalist thinking has caused people who think just like you to try and change the minds of LGBTQA+ people. It obviously doesn’t work and those people end up severely hurt afterwards to the point that those kids end up coming home fucked up. They’ll end up committing suicide.” Gabriel explained. “I’m gonna leave you with that. Oh and before I go? Dean was right. My dad? was replaced by my nephew. Doesn’t take too kindly to people being prejudice against people for all kinds of things from race to sexual orientation to gender. Sidenote: Dad’s bi so take that how you will.” Gabriel snapped his fingers and Prickface woke up, screaming from feeling the nightmare all over.

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The next night, Sam, Dean, Cas and Gabriel were all in a booth ordering dinner when Gabriel pointed out Prickface.

“He looks like he’s been through the wringer.” Dean said.

“I agree, Dean.” Cas said. “Did you do something, Gabriel?” Cas asked.

“Of course I did. I’m not shy about it. If someone’s gonna be insulting to us, calling my baby brother a sinner for loving Dean? They need to know that we Angels don’t condemn sinners.” Gabriel sipped his beer.

“We condemn condemers.” Cas finished the sentence with a smile as Gabriel smiled back with a nod.

Dedicated to @brenchulain7​

hi! so on a random note

does anybody happen to have (or want to make) a destiel and or sabriel fic where some religious jerk is being an homophobic asshole ‘cause “tHe LoRd cOnDemNs tHe GayS” and like,, “bitch we’re literally angels and god is bi grow the fuck up”

bonus points if gabe does some trickster shit

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Apple Pie life with an Angel, a new God and a dog-A Destiel fic

“I love you.” Castiel struggled as Dean began to cry angrily.

“Don’t do this Cas.” Dean whimpered as he ran to Cas. Cas pushed him away.

“Goodbye, Dean.” Cas started as the Empty began to pour in.

“NO!” Dean roared out as he ran to Cas. “Don’t do this, not without me. You changed me just as much as I did you, Cas. I need you. I want nothing more than to be with you. You leave me, I have NOTHING, Cas.” Dean touched his forehead as tears streamed harder down his face. “I love you.” Dean then kissed Cas deeply, Cas struggling to push Dean away, but Dean was too strong as he held onto his trenchcoat, the Empty coating the both of them in its goo as both men were sucked into the Empty together, Dean never letting go. As they disappeared in tar-like ooze, the only sound in the dungeon was Sam calling Dean’s phone.

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Sam found it hard to sleep, as did Jack. The two men found it hard to cope.

“Without Dean and Cas, we’re sunk. Do you know where we can find Amara? We could use her help.” Sam said as he drank a beer.

“We could also use Dad’s help. He was right about Grandpa to begin with.” Jack said.

“That’s true.” Sam replied. Suddenly, Dean’s phone was calling and Lucifer, once again in Cas’s body, appeared.

“So, dear old Daddy’s been screwing with the world?” Lucifer asked.

“Cas?” Sam asked confused.

“Funny, Sammy. You forget you beat me the last time we met when I was possessing your brother’s Angel of the morning?” Lucifer reminded.

“Right, I forgot. Hello, Lucifer. You got any ideas for beating Chuck?” Sam asked.

“Sure. Hey, I was able to save a dog for Deano, heard ol’ Cassie went into the Empty. Or if Dean went in with him, Jack needs a pet.” Lucifer said. “Really is a miracle. Just found him outside a gas station. Keeping him safe from Dad, but I’ll be sure to ask Aunt Amara when I see her IF he finds us and snuffs the pupper out, to let me take away his grace.”

“Why are you helping us?” Sam asked.

“Is that Dad? I wanna talk to him, knowing how to smite Grandpa. Maybe he has an idea.” Jack offered.

“Jack wants to talk.” Sam said.

“Great, I’ll bring the dog.” Lucifer said as he soon flew himself and the dog into the bunker. “A lot gloomier than I last saw it.” Lucifer quipped when he set the dog down.

“Dad, I see you’re in Cas’s form.” Jack noted.

“Yeah, when you die in one form, you tend to come back in that form afterwards. Like Nick before I possessed Vince Vincente and later Castiel. Sorry about your loss, by the way. But I think I have an idea. Our Aunt Amara has a bit of history with the Empty, yeah? They may be able to make a deal with her if I offer myself.” Lucifer said. Jack was surprised.

“Why?” Jack asked.

“Archangels and Nephilim have the power to take God’s place. You can do it, Jack. Because you’re the Nephilim of an Archangel, that’s why Dad fried you the first time.” Lucifer pointed out. “But first, we must consult our aunt.”

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The Entity couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because once again, Cas couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because he didn’t have a reason to sleep and he happened to bring it with him. Maybe it was because that stowaway refused to unlatch himself from Cas and the men were stuck between moaning and giggling and yessing. It was very loud, very distracting and it felt like he was in Hell.

“Dean, that tickles.” Cas giggled.

“I can’t help it, you’re so ticklish, it makes me feel alive.” Dean purred as he kissed Cas’s chest. Cas moaned before arching his back as Dean stroked his groin. Dean crawled back up to Cas and they began to undress each other.

“Oh PLEASE stop.” The Entity begged as he pounded into the floor. “You’ve been drowning yourselves in each other’s pleasure and vice versa since you got here. You have GOT to stop sooner or later.” The Entity began to cry and plead.

“I’m not tired or hungry. What about you, Cas?” Dean asked.

“The only thing I’m hungry for is you, Dean.” Cas said as he nipped Dean’s ear.

“OOH, right there baby.” Dean said as he unbuttoned and unzipped Cas, making Cas whimper with extreme heat and began to slowly stroke the older Angel’s dick. Cas’s whimper soon turned into a gasp and a shout. The Entity pounded his head against a wall of the Empty a la Gordon Ramsay after Jason Underwood told him he was gonna try and make the souffles less sticky to the ramekin with butter, sugar and cocoa powder.

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Once they had met with Amara, she heard pounding from the Empty. “The Empty should be sleeping. Funny, who’s keeping them awake?” Amara asked.

“Daddy’s favorite peeon and his Angel.” Lucifer said as he and Jack flew in.

“Dean’s in the Empty?” Amara was stunned. “No Human should ever BE in the Empty. How’s he surviving?” She asked.

“I don’t know, he latched onto Cas when it happened.” Sam said.

“Oh, Jack. I want to give you back your Grace.” Lucifer said as he cut Jack’s Grace out of him and Jack breathed it back in. Jack then closed Lucifer’s neck.

“Dad, you didn’t have to do that.” Jack said.

“You need more power, son. I never regretted bringing you to life. I was a crap father, but you’re an amazing person.” Jack and he hugged one last time as Amara went to the Empty.

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“Oh God, baby. Yes. Yes, YES DEAN YES HARDER MORE! YESDEANYESGODDEANYES!” Cas was howling into darkness as Dean thrusted hard, hitting the Angel’s prostate. The Entity just continued to pound his head against the wall. Suddenly, Amara appeared.

“Are you here to take the sexfiends?” The Entity asked, eyes bloodshot.

“Are you willing to trade?” Amara asked.

“Who would I like?” The Entity asked,

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When Amara came back, Dean and Cas were barely dressed and still attached to each other.

“Dude, seriously?” Sam groaned as he watched his brother exchange spit with Cas.

“Shut up, I don’t complain when you kiss Eileen.” Dean said as he went back to kissing Cas.

“I get that, your fly though, Dean. Your fly is open.” Sam sighed as he covered Jack’s eyes.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Amara didn’t have time to let us dress before the deal to take Lucifer in our stead was taken by the Empty.” Cas said as he zipped himself up, Dean following suit.

“Good to have you back, but I never wanna see that much of you again.” Sam said as he patted Dean on the back and then hugged him, then hugged Cas. “Otherwise, welcome home, guys.”

“Great to be back.” Dean said as he kissed Cas deeply.

“Alright, lovebirds.” Amara said lovingly. “Can we go find my brother?”

“Oh sure.” Dean said as he pulled away from Cas and they all headed out to Chuck.

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Amara cuffed Chuck with Enochian handcuffs and Dean kicked him in the nuts. Finally, Jack touched Chuck’s head and all of Chuck’s powers were absorbed into Jack.

“What?” Chuck asked as he gasped. “But how?”

“I got some help from the one son who was right to never listen to you.” Jack said as he finished sucking all of Chuck’s powers and absorbing it into his system.

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After all was said and done, Jack joined with Amara. She’d guide him on how to rebuild Heaven. Before he left though, he gifted Dean and Cas the dog. “Dad wanted you to have him. His name’s Miracle. Dad said it was a miracle Grandpa had missed the sweetcake.” Jack said as he handed Miracle off to the two.

“After years of the ‘No dogs in the Impala’ rule?” Dean asked. “I’m honored to own him.” Dean said. Cas smiled and kissed the dog before kissing Dean softly in turn.

“Where will you go now?” Sam asked.

“I’m thinking a farm somewhere. Or maybe a nice home in a cul de sac. Or even a cabin in the woods?” Dean asked as he looked Cas in the eyes.

“I hear the barn we first met in is being condemned.” Cas said. “We may buy the property and build a nice acreage where I can keep an apiary and Dean can start a garage.” Cas offered. “Maybe I can even grow peanuts and make my own peanut butter.” Just as he said that, Jack gave Cas the gift of Human feelings for food and such, not needing to give him love as Dean had already taught him how to love. Another thing he did before leaving for Heaven was what Amara had done for Dean.

“Sam?” Sam’s eyes widened as he turned and faced the truest love of his life.

“Oh my God, Jess?” Sam gasped.

“Whoa, what year is this? Last thing I knew, I was making cookies when-God, what happened to you?” Jess asked.

“It’s a long story.” Sam said as he hugged her tightly.

I missed you too.” Jess said as she hugged him back. Then, Sam immediately began to kiss her as deeply as Dean was doing Cas when they left the Empty.

“Let’s beat them in our own game by joining in.” Dean said as he pulled Cas in for another kiss.

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The house was amazing. Everything Dean had wanted, a back yard for Miracle and Cas loved the peanut grinder and apiary Dean had set up for him. Especially with the tap so as not to disturb the bees.

“Try my honey roasted peanut butter burgers.” Cas said when Sam and Jess visited them. “Dean makes his own brioche and it’s amazing.”

“He thinks everything I do is amazing. He makes his own jelly though.” Dean said. “I’m telling you, ever since Cas has been able to taste? His pallet makes me purr.” Dean said as he kissed Cas deep, but chaste.

“You make me blush.” Cas said as he touched Dean’s forehead with his own.

“Imagine if that girls’ school managed to find out you’re officially canon.” Sam began to tease. “The musical they’d be making out of that.” Jess punched Sam’s arm.

“Now now, baby. Don’t tease.” Jess said.

“Brothers are supposed to tease each other, Jessie. Don’t worry, it’s a Winchester family tradition.” Sam said.

“Pranks and teasing.” Dean confirmed. “Hot dogs are up.” Dean said as he put them on a plate after cooking them on a grill. Miracle whined as he smelled the hot dogs and Dean threw one to the dog. “There you go, Miracle.” He said.

“Apple pie life really suits you, Dean.” Jess said.

“Thanks, Jess. Congratulations on the baby, by the way. I can’t wait to be an uncle.” Dean said with a smile.

“Thanks, Dean.” Jess said as she hugged him.

Life was sweet. Not just because of the burgers either.

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When Sam and Jess had left, Cas was cleaning up and putting food away. Dean had decided to help after cleaning the grill. However, his help was beyond drying while Cas washed.

“I missed cuddling with you this morning.” Dean said. “I bought you more pectin for your next batch of Blackberry jam you like to make so much.”

“That’s thoughtful of you, Dean.” Cas said as he got lost in washing the dishes. Once they finished washing and drying, Dean pulled him into a dance, putting on a song they first listened to when they officially moved into their new home.

“But I can see how strong a man I’m gonna have to be to do for you what comes so naturally, it’s in the way you move.” Dean softly sang to Cas as he twirled the love of his life around the living room floor. Cas giggled giddily.

“Dean, why so sappy today?” Cas asked when they took a break.

“Cas, to finally let you know after all this time how much you mean to me? I thought I was gonna lose you and with Jack visiting on occasion, I feel we should have a more official title to what we are.” Dean said as he knelt down and pulled out a box. Inside was a honeybee shaped ring with stripes of Citron and Obsidian and Diamond eyes and wings. Cas was in awe at the look of it once Dean opened the box.

“Castiel, I come to you as a man, no more or less, with the hope that I can take your hand in marriage and we can make each other honest men until death parts us.” Dean said as he handed Cas the ring box.

“Oh Dean, it’s beautiful. It had to have cost a forturne.” Cas said.

“Not at all. I know an expert jeweler in town, he was able to get the materials together for the occasion.” Both men began to cry. “Will you marry me, Castiel?” Dean asked.

“Yes.” Cas said as Dean took the ring out of the box and put it on Cas’s hand, then they kissed deeply. They then spent the rest of the night celebrating in a lot of ways. Not only their engagement, but the start of what’s to come in their future.

The End

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You may now blow a kiss to the Groom

“I must say, I’ve never officiated a wedding over a 3-way telecommute before.” The state clerk said as she was Zooming with both Sonny and Rafael, who was still stuck in Iowa.

“Raf and I had to sign the license separately but that you could file one with our signatures mailed in.” Sonny said as he had asked Governor Cuomo via Twitter for the clerk’s fax number and faxed his signature with his copy of the license and Raf had done the same.

“Alright, it looks like everything’s in order and since you both also submitted to me your driver’s/state licenses and your social security cards, I can begin the ceremony. Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today to marry two men who despite living far apart, are together in spirit and in such belong to have the world know they’re in love and want their souls bound in holy matrimony. Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., do you take Rafael Barba to be your lawful wedded husband?” The clerk asked.

“I do.” Sonny said excitedly.

“Rafael Barba, do you take Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“I totally do.” Rafael said as he and Sonny puffed with pride and further joy.

“Then I pronounce to you in the city of New York Husbands. You may now blow a kiss to your Grooms.” The clerk said as they did just that. “I’ll file your license and send it to you in a month. Congratulations.” She said as she hung up. Raf and Sonny swooned.

“Tomorrow, the Iowa state clerk’s office.” Raf said as he blew Sonny another kiss and disconnected with Sonny, who waited with baited breath for COVID-19 to finally subside.

For @butihavejoy

Alright, so who’s gonna bite the bullet and write the Barisi Zoom wedding we all need and deserve?

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Late night wedding night-A Stewbert fic

So I’m going to make a wifeless AU where Stephen and Jon become a married couple and after their wedding, they go to the apartment they share with pieces of the cake they had and an extra bottle of Champagne to spit in each other’s faces in fake shock like they usually do on The Late Show/The Daily Show/The Colbert Report. It’s not gonna be smut, but I do hope you enjoy.

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Stephen unlocked the door, giggling and jumping around like he had just turned five again. He was bubbly from the celebration and when he opened the door to the apartment he and Jon shared, he pulled in the shorter man he now called his husband. Jon smiled as big as Stephen did as he was pulled into the living room and closed the door, locking it.

“Do you want my last name or do I take yours?” Jon asked as he watched Stephen set down the tupperware of cake he was carrying when he was opening the door.

“I like hyphenating.” Stephen said as he  motioned his husband over.

“Hyphenating doesn’t sound too bad.” Jon said as he kissed Stephen’s jaw when he walked into the kitchen.

“I have champagne that’s been chilling in my fridge since yesterday. You wanna glass, Mr. Stewart-Colbert?” Stephen asked as he pulled two glasses out of the cupboard.

“I’d love a glass.” Jon said as the two of them worked in tandem to open the champagne. Once Stephen poured the glasses, Jon took a glass and started sipping before Stephen decided to get a fake shock out of him, something that never got to be done at the wedding.

“Hey, I married you today.” Stephen said as Jon sat down his champagne glass and spit what was remaining in his mouth from swallowing right in Stephen’s face. Stephen wiped his face with the towel and when he took a sip out of his glass, Jon spoke next.

“Guess what, I married you too.” Jon said as Stephen spat in his face in return. After, the two of them giggled and began to kiss once Jon had wiped the remaining champagne off his face. Jon then put the champagne back in the fridge and they took the cake and two forks to the bedroom.

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“The cake is to kill for.” Jon said as he fed a bite of his piece to Stephen.

“Not as to kill for as you.” Stephen said as Jon blushed. “I do mean it, Jon. I’ve been in love with you since you started working at The Daily Show. You were more than a boss to me in that time we worked together. You’re the one I’ve meshed with most and I’m glad we belong to each other finally.” Stephen said as he nuzzled Jon’s jaw.

“I’ve loved you since the Christmas special. I wanted to kiss you so badly under that mistletoe, Stephen.” Jon said as he took Stephen’s hand and kissed it, stroking it with his thumb.

“It’s not too late, I’ve got the mistletoe.” Stephen said as he went to get up and grab it. Jon watched excitedly as the taller man moved, still in his socks and most of his wedding suit, to the closet where he took out a mistletoe and hung it up on the fan control chain of their overhead and climbed back to bed with Jon.

“Is this gonna be our tradition then?” Jon asked.

“I’ll pick you up over the threshold tomorrow night.” Stephen said as they giggled and Jon began to kiss his new husband deeply and Stephen held his face until they began to sink onto the bed where they remained until late the next day.

This was the start of the rest of their lives together.

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A little Nik leads to so much more...

It was a quiet night at Will and Hannibal’s little hideaway. They were making dinner out of the rest of their previous evening’s catch, a man who had pompously squeezed Will’s ass, which Hannibal didn’t like one bit. They were making a stirfry and Will was cutting vegetables up while Hannibal prepared the meat in the Wok. A few glances here and there and Will was instantly distracted. So distracted that Will ran out of Broccoli and ended up cutting into the tip top of his index finger.

“Ow Hhhhhsssss Damn it!” Will hissed as Hannibal’s quick hearing went over to check on his beloved.

“You didn’t pay attention while cutting. Lucky for you, it’s only a little nik on your index finger.” Hannibal said as he smiled and kissed his lover’s finger. Feeling it bleed though, he couldn’t help it out of reflex to lick his lips at the appearance of something liquid and recognized it as blood immediately. He then tasted a drop from Will’s finger, then stuck it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it like he would Will’s cock some nights. The sensuality of it made Will gasp loud and roll his eyes in pleasure. The pressure suddenly began to build in his pants and Hannibal could feel it on his thigh. After about five minutes, he then turned off the burner, put everything else away and threw the vegetables out in case of cross contamination.

“Come on, we’re gonna burn off some calories before dinner.” Hannibal said as he picked Will up and ran him to the bedroom. Once they got there, Hannibal stripped Will’s clothes off and kissed every part of him. Will tried to ride him, but Hannibal stopped him.

“I want to roll into you slow and sensual.” Hannibal purred into Will’s neck as Will whimpered and collapsed onto the bed. As soon as Hannibal was naked, he crawled on top of the younger man and sank into him as deep as humanly possible.

“Oh, Hannibal.” Will groaned as Hannibal picked up the pace of making love with him. It was hot and intense. As Hannibal kissed Will deeply, Will could taste the coppery aftertaste of his own blood on Hannibal’s lips and he moaned into Hannibal’s mouth and temporarily overpowered him. Hannibal was impressed and aroused as Will began to ride him for five to seven minutes. Eventually, when he was caught up in the pleasure, Hannibal overpowered him again and pumped harder into the former FBI Agent, making Will scream louder.

“OH FUCK!” Will howled out as Hannibal found his prostate and panted onto Will’s neck over and over until they were both eventually spent and sated.

“SHIT that was amazing.” Will said as Hannibal rolled off him so they could both catch their breath.

“You feel like a portal to heaven.” Hannibal purred as Will blushed and kissed him deeply again.

“I love you.” Will said as Hannibal got up sometime later and went to get cleaning supplies.

“I love you too.” Hannibal said once he got back and began to disinfect Will’s finger and bandage it, then kissed it again. Will smiled and Hannibal went downstairs with him to rethink how to use the meat that was back in the fridge.

Someone please write this dirty Hannigram oneshot for me?;)

So uh, hi… my mom cut her finger on a blade in the kitchen by accident, and like two minutes later she was making out with her bf…. This caused me to dream up an idea for a Hannigram oneshot, but the thing is that I’m too lazy to write it myself. Would someone be willing to write a oneshot where basically Will is helping Hannibal make dinner (after 3x13), and he is cutting some vegetables and he accidentally cuts his finger, so Hannibal kisses his finger to “make it feel better” and then he licks it, and and eventually they pretty much just fuck? heheh… OH, and pleeeease make it bottom Will, top Hannibal?

If you write it, please send the link :)

 Y’all please don’t hate me eheheh……..

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More than just that-A Stewbert fic

The fire was as hot between them as the fire in the Fireplace in the farmhouse. Tracey was at her parents’ place with the kids and after Stephen had revealed the discovery of Sean Hannity being a secret client of Michael Cohen’s, he had promised on National Television that he’d come over to spoon. Spooning turned to heated kisses. Heated kisses to heavy petting and stroking. Eventually, clothes were lost and turned into a nest on the floor of the living room.

“How do you want me?” Jon asked in a breathy tone as Stephen began to enter the shorter man.

“You’re fine as is.” Stephen said as he lightly nipped at his former boss and lifelong friend’s jaw, purring into his ear as Jon ran his hands all over his upper torso.

“I’ve been wanting to feel you like this since that day you stripped out of your suit shirt and interviewed that guy in just your suit pants.” Jon remembered as Stephen giggled, also in reverie to that day. He stroked Jon’s hair and stared lovingly into the older man’s eyes. Of course he wasn’t THAT older than him, just by a year, five months, two weeks and a day. But age is just a number when it comes to love. Stephen leaned in again and kissed Jon tenderly before finally entering him. The tight heat between them was better for Stephen than the sermon he read after a homeless man handed him a bible during his time of losing his faith in God for a while. College was hard once losing his brothers and father to that plane crash finally hit home, but Jon brought him out of thinking about that now as he began to thrust into the older man.

“Oh Jon.” Stephen groaned as Jon slightly clenched his entrance a little as Stephen was slowly pushing and pulling in and out of him.

“Stephen baby.” Jon gasped as Stephen kissed Jon’s chest and throat. “Oh GOD I never realized how good the texture of your cock feels.” Jon whimpered out. Stephen touched Jon’s forehead with his again as he pushed in deeper, touching Jon’s prostate. That action made Jon gasp hard. Stephen gasped as well and began ramming into him. The two men groaned as they began to fuck harder into each other, Jon turning them together so he could take a turn on top of Stephen, riding him until they both climaxed. When they eventually finished, Jon took his and Stephen’s jackets and pulled them up to cover their shoulders.

“Stay the night, please.” Jon asked sweetly as he kissed Stephen’s clavicle.

“Always.” Stephen said as he kissed Jon’s lips before they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Can you do Adric/Nyssa Western fanfiction please? Adric and Nyssa is from Doctor Who

I know of two of Five’s best known companions, Anon, not to worry. Do you want fluff for this Western?

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The Math mind had Atticus’s shot

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Five had been grazed in the arm, they were stuck in an old west tavern. It was 1870′s Texas and it was yet to be a state. The city they were in in Texas was overrun currently with Silurians who had previously been shown Old Western videos passed down from generations of a group of Silurians Three had come across. Adric was trying to figure out how to fire a laser shot that would turn them all into Iguanas.

“Is it even going to work? I highly doubt.” Tegan started to complain. “We weren’t even supposed to be here, we were supposed to go to Heathrow. I’m Even more late than ever.” She then hit Five on the shoulder where he was grazed and trying to stop the bleeding. “And YOU! You had to go get yourself SHOT!”

“That’s ENOUGH, Tegan.” Nyssa barked as she was very protective of Five and would always stand up for him. “You know the TARDIS takes charge when something like this happens, it’s NOT the Doctor’s FAULT! Now go get him some ice.” She demanded as Tegan scoffed off and went into the TARDIS to get some ice from the kitchen there. Meanwhile, Nyssa went over to Adric to ask about progress on the laser.

“I’m not sure on the strategy, the laser will work. The Doctor tested it on one of them before another one grazed him. But we need a bunch of mirrors around the area.” Adric explained to Nyssa.

“So you need strategically placed mirror like shards of glass that reflect the laser off and hit each Silurian?” Nyssa asked, curious.

“Pretty much. But with each one patrolling throughout the area, we need a miracle of speed to keep one or more of us from getting shot from them. How’s the Doctor’s wounds?” Adric asked, still unsure about his laser gun shooting. Nyssa decided to have a plan. She gathered Tegan and got pieces of glass together from different mirrors and spread those mirror shards at different parts, each distracting a Silurian at each post as they placed the shards.

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Eventually, Five felt better, but soon all the Silurians were in one group of outlaws. Adric felt kinda nervous and told Five how he felt, but Five told him he believed in him. Suddenly, Nyssa and Tegan came back in and told Adric to fire. As he did so, he missed. But then he noticed a miracle as the laser hit the surprise shards as they bounced the light back and forth, to and fro until the last shard aimed at all the Silurians bounced the laser at them in one go, turning them all into iguanas. Five was amazed that it all happened.

“But how? There weren’t any before.” Adric said as he looked at Five, Tegan and Nyssa.

“I helped you out.” Nyssa said. “I got Tegan to cover me as I placed mirror shards and I covered her in return. I wanted you to succeed so much.” Nyssa said as she touched Adric’s shoulder and Adric hugged her. Five smiled as Nyssa and Adric embraced. Unfortunately, the mood was killed with Tegan complaining yet again.

“Yeah yeah, we saved the world from lizard people who thought they were outlaws. Let’s finally get to Heathrow.” She lipped as she stomped off to the TARDIS as Five, Adric and Nyssa walked off, an iguana watching as the TARDIS dematerialized.

(I hope you don’t mind this, Anon. You didn’t state whether you wanted smut or fluff, so I made it with some fluff and some action/adventure. I also hope you liked my throwing in some Tegan and Heathrow.)

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Can you do a Mister Clever/Clara smut fanfiction? Like Clara I'd giving up and he converts her after? Thank you !

I’d love to, Anon. Here it goes.

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A Cyberplanner’s happily unplanned rendezvous

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Mr. Clever was able to seek refuge on an asteroid and through his trekking on that asteroid, had found the corrosive acid factory where John the Flesh Avatar modeled after Eleven and the kinder Flesh Avatar of the boss that ran that factory sacrificed themselves. With a little Tweaking, he was able to repair himself by using John’s liquified remains and sustaining them with his memory of what Eleven looked like, then including the Cybernetic face attachment, he ventured on.

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Meanwhile, the woman Twelve gave Clara to dropped Clara off on a planet that was all electronic devices, saying she would be back in about an hour as she needed to take her TARDIS in for maintenance. Clara was looking at old radios and TVs when she felt a little shudder as Clever found his way in.

“Well isn’t that wizard?” Clever asked as Clara turned to face him.

“Doctor? Is that you?” She asked, thinking Twelve might’ve regenerated back into the form she first met him in.

“Doctor? No, my darling Impossible girl. I’m not a doctor, but I do have plans for you.” Clever said in his dark voice as he approached her, revealing the Cyber planner headgear.

“CLEVER!” Clara gasped as she tried to run but Clever grabbed her roughly before she could make her getaway. He then proceeded to push her up into a wall and look at her. “LET GO OF ME! GET OFF OF ME!” Clara stressed as she struggled and squirmed against Clever. He then grabbed her chin with one hand before making her stare into his eyes.

“I can see it, I’ve been through his head. He thought you fascinating. I see it in your eyes, you were hot for him in the end of his time.” Clever said as Clara flushed red as he continued to analyze her. “I can see the blush in your eyes, Clara. You think I would forget your name? You were on his mind almost as much as his WIFE!” He hissed, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear. “I bet seeing me again, thinking I was your precious Eleventh Doctor, you instantly became slick.” He reached down to dip into her skirt from the dress she was wearing as a waitress the last time she saw Twelve to feel through her knickers. Sure enough, she was soaked through. Clever smirked and Clara moaned inadvertently. “Admit it, Clara.” Clever softly growled into Clara’s ear. “You want me like you wanted this face.” He then closed whatever remaining gap they had between each other and started breathing down her neck. “Let this cowboy in.”

Next thing any of them knew, Clara grunted before smashing her mouth into his and Clever quickly removed her knickers. He then found an excluded area where they were surrounded unknowingly by cameras that caught them taking their clothes off, Clever lying her in a nest of their own clothes and then Clara getting on her knees. She proceeded to first give him oral, making him throw his head back, groaning as he felt pleasure for the first time ever. He stroked her scalp as she continued to suck him off before he pulled out of her mouth before he laid her on her back and got back on top of her, entering her slowly as he kissed her neck, licking it as she ground against his length, mouth widening on the cameras as the grinding gave her immense pleasure. She gripped his shoulders as he started thrusting deeper into her.

“OH GOD!” She howled as he growled into her ear, kissing and sucking her shoulder between thrusts.

“You feel amazing, Clara.” Clever whined as he began to erratically slam his hips against hers, signalling his very first orgasm. Clara was experiencing an orgasm she’d never had herself as when he came inside her, he not only ejaculated semen, but also Cybermites. “Even now, as I come inside you, your orgasm will be prolonged as the Cybermites crawl over every part of your insides, converting you into a Cyberplanner.” Clever stared into her eyes as she started screaming in both fear and pleasure. Though a half hour later, she was clothed again, as was Clever. Though he had stashed her knickers into his pocket.

“Are you ready to start a new reign, my Cyberplanner Queen?” Clever asked as he spoke to Clara, now donning a Cyberplanner headgear.

“Yes, my love.” Clara said, monotone yet sincere as they hopped off to another asteroid to find more Cybermen to rule and upgrade.

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When Clara’s new handler came back to the planet, she saw that cameras caught Clara and Clever’s coupling right up to when she became a Cyberplanner and was being shown on all the monitors and TVs on the planet. She looked on in horror as it was all captured, from the oral, to the feeling of her knickers, to the initial sex to the forming of the Cybernetic headgear all over the left side of her face to when she hopped out of the planet with Clever.

“The Doctor is gonna kill me” Was all she was thinking every single second she stared at the racy actions between them.

The End

(Hope you enjoyed that, Anon. I especially drooled during writing the sex part.)

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Me as @smindersonfan: The “both famous and their fans ship them” might actually relate to Smaylor. Robin being happy with his current husband or not. Just consider the following.

Me as @headcanonfantasy: Imagine him and Cory sharing a bed while they’re in London and Robin gives into his admiration to Cory while readying for the promotional thing or work as an actor in general thing they have to be at in the morning. It’s their last season and Robin hadn’t talked to Dickie in hours, and he feels lonely. He and Cory have only one bed and only one room left because one of them had to give it away. We go more intimate from there.

Cory cheers Robin up, they have some good laughs, sitting on the bed they have to share for the night, and Robin feels like when he and Cory first started filming together. Robin, forgetting about Dickie for a second, suddenly kneels on the bed and slowly kisses Cory. Both wanting to know how the other’s lips felt on one another’s and vice versa. Robin pulls away when images of his and Dickie’s wedding came into his head and the guilt started coming into his heart.

“Oh God.” Robin groans. “I’m sorry.” He then gets off of the bed and Cory follows.

“Robin, wait. I’m sorry. I forgot about Dickie too, I should’ve stopped it when you started.” Cory tries to apologize.

“No, I shouldn’t have agreed to the temporary lodging arrangements. Knowing how long I’ve wanted to kiss you despite my marriage-” Robin stops himself when he immediately realizes he just let the cat out of the bag.

“Robin, I always wanted to kiss you too.” Cory smiles, stroking Robin’s cheek.

“How long?” Robin asks. He’s genuinely curious.

“The night we shot the post-election after party scene. I felt how close your face was to mine. I just wanted to leap out of my position on the floor and slam my lips into yours, making that smile glow brighter than it already was when Ed “resurrected”, calling Os his hero.“ Cory then touches his nose with Robin’s, his hand sliding from Robin’s cheek to the older man’s neck. Their lips are slowly getting closer to each other’s and Robin once again makes the first move. They move in haste back to the bed.

“We must keep this a secret. If we’re to do this once, it must be once only.” Robin begins to disrobe in front of his partner in Nygmobblepot captaining.

“This won’t even get back to Dickie.” Cory promises, pretending to sew his lips together as a way to tell him he can keep a secret. Instantly, those lips are back on Robin’s and they continue to undress one another. Cory kissing Robin’s neck, Robin feeling Cory’s whole body. They soon find themselves grinding against one another and Robin groans before he flings himself on top of his younger and taller co-star. Cory gasps as Robin starts fingering him, the lack of lube and the fact it had been weeks since he last had sex making it more intense for him than ever.

“Is this okay?” Robin asks. Cory nods before huffing a dry yes from the back of his throat. Robin slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, making Cory throw his head back in ecstasy.

“Robin, God, Robin. Yes.” Cory groans out in sheer bliss the more he becomes undone from what Robin’s doing. Suddenly, Robin stops and gets back on his back, motioning Cory to climb onto him.

“Ride me.” Robin tells him as he feels Cory’s abs, a smile playing on his lips at this point.

Instead of immediately complying, Cory takes Robin in his mouth, the sensation of his tongue running up and down his partner’s shaft and tip. Robin gasps and arches his neck, grinding his head against the pillow it rests on. His hands seek the locks of the man who holds his sex in his mouth. It had been too long since even Dickie took care of him like this.

Just as he feels he’s about to come, Cory pulls off, then crawls back up to the older man. The air becomes colder thanks to Cory’s saliva. Cory kisses Robin’s neck as he slowly sinks down onto Robin’s still hardening heat. They groan as the sensation takes them by surprise.

For Robin, the contrast between the cold of the room from Cory’s mouth wetting it down and the heat from Cory’s earlier teased entrance proves a sensation that beats any experience he had even before he met Dickie. All he feels and sees is Cory on top of him, his fingers tracing his torso as he gyrates his hips, pistoning himself up and down. He also hears Cory moaning and crying out.

“Robin. Oh God, Oh GOD! ROBIN YES!” Cory shouts out as he continues this slow yet consistent rhythm with his hips. It’s not long before Robin’s voice joins the calls of praise.

“Oh, God. Cory, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Robin whimpers as he soon grabs Cory’s growing cock and manipulates it as thoroughly as Cory had done with his earlier before he sunk down onto him. Cory throws his head back and the look of Cory this close to being shattered with an orgasm causes Robin to come first, sputtering inside Cory until he feels himself grow flaccid inside the younger man. One more stroke causes Cory to collapse on top of Robin before he climaxes, his seed releasing between both men’s stomachs. After a couple minutes, Cory lifts off of Robin’s lap before rolling off the older man, catching his breath before going into the bathroom to clean Robin off with a warm washcloth, then taking the same cloth to clean himself.

They sleep until early the next morning, tired immediately from their “escapade” and then shower, hoping that the evidence that they had done what was done would disappear. Though Cory’s rump feels a little sore from sinking deep onto Robin’s shaft the night before. There’d be no turning back after this. But they also agreed this can’t happen again.

“Again, Dickie won’t even know about this.” Cory says as he strokes Robin’s cheek for what he knew was the last time.

“Or the fans.” Robin gulps.

“Or the fans.” Cory reassuringly repeats. Before they went to another promotional thing, he kisses Cory one last time, wishing he never met Dickie so he could be with the man he had just had the best sexual encounter he’d ever had, then pulls away as they open the door and face reality once more.

Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.

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Sonny had once again had a gun pointed at his head. Having had PTSD still from the Cole case, his breathing began to quicken, hyperventilating, shaking, he couldn’t stop. He fell to the floor in the locker room. Rafael came to pick him up, as that was supposed to be their meeting place for when they were to meet after work. Rafael’s smile that he had had thinking about his plans with Sonny later in the night dropped the second he saw his boyfriend in the state he was in.

“Sonny? Sonny, what happened? Talk to me.” Rafael asked as he rushed to Sonny’s side.

“Blood on my face, trigger-happy fingers.” Carisi gasped for breath though he was getting too much as it was.

“Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths. Look into my eyes, focus on me. Watch me and hold onto my hands.” Rafael said as they breathed in and out slowly and deeply. Sonny was able to come back to the present, Rafael being his constant ever since he first told him about how Liv saved him. Rafael vowed to make sure he didn’t have to feel afraid. He was the light at the end of the tunnel especially when he started having panic attacks brought on like this.

“Feel better?” Rafael asked when about half an hour passed.

“Yes, much better. Thank you.” Sonny said as he started getting up and kissing Rafael deeply.

“Come on, let’s go home. I’ll make you some soup.” Rafael said when Sonny finished kissing him, Sonny feeling lighter than before.

Can someone please please please pretty please write me Rafael helping Sonny through a panic attack? I need this.