#I'll probably be pulling from three different prompt lists

[ishgard]

VIERAPRIL - Day 1: Hello

[sagittariuswritings]

Darling

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Prompt: Mostly fluff, a teensy sprinkle of angst. No use of Y/n

Warnings: typical canon violence, smooching, slightly awkward situation

a/n: i just started the bad batch a few weeks ago and while i haven't finished season 3 yet, i have unfortunately recently became a victim to plan 99. needless to say, i took that personally, considering i haven't written something in years. tech took a minute to grow on me, but when i fell for him i fell harder than he did (i'm so sorry i'm trying to cope ok i'm still recovering) - i'll stop rambling now, but basically this probably sucks as i'm super rusty so i do apologize! look at this as a way of me getting back on my feet and potentially dipping my toes into writing more wooo! (btw this fic was supposed to be a flashback in a different fic i was writing. i ended up liking this as a standalone and trashing the other one) *not proof read!*

"I've always wanted to visit Alderaan. I would've preferred to see it with its endless blue sky and warm sun, though, not during the rainiest time of the year." You frowned a little, stepping out of the Maurauder with Omega, Tech, and Echo while Hunter & Wrecker stayed on the ship.

"Y'know, as much as it rained on Kamino, I still love it!" Omega chirped, smiling up at the sky and allowing the water to fall onto her face.

That was enough to make you smile. You made your way over to her and pulled up the hood of her cloak so far up that it covered her face. "Hey!" She griped, reaching up to move the hood to rest atop her head. You smirked, a small chuckle passing your lips as she lightly bumped a closed fist into your side.

"You'll catch a cold if you're not careful with your admiraiton for the rain." You commented, your left hand coming to land softly on her shoulder.

"You'll catch my wrath!" She giggled, raising her fists in a fighting manner.

"Ooooh I'm so scared" You teased, hands over your heart in false fear.

Tech had his nose in his datapad as per usual, but he kept at least one eye the two of you as the banter continued.

"You should be!" She went to tackle you (All 60 some-odd pounds of her), when Echo held her back by her wrist.

"Alright, that's enough, children." He shook his head, a small smile on his lips. Not that he minded the sibling-like banter, he was just more focused on the mission.

"Right... We're stealing fancy clothing from a corrupt businessman?" You recalled, pulling the hood of your well-worn cloak up onto your head.

"That is one way to put it, yes. Cid has instructed us to steal a singular container filled to the brim with items of clothing that someone on her endless list of clientele is paying good credits to get their hands on. Or paws, whichever species this client is, I am unsure." Tech had put his datapad away now, attention on the three in front of him.

"Didn't exactly see myself visiting Alderaan for the first time for illegal purposes... Hopefully its as easy as she made it sound." You sighed, pulling your scarf up to serve as a mask to cover below your eyes. You'd rather not be caught stealing with your face on display. Ideally, you'd like to return here in the future simply on a mission to enjoy the planet.

"When is it ever as easy as she makes it sound?" Tech returned your sigh with a sigh of his own, his eyes meeting yours.

"Fair point. Let's get this over with."

.

The trek to the village was a rather long one.

A quiet cuss slipped past your lips as the rain soaked through your old cloak, making its way to your clothes - which were quickly becoming damp, and likely soon to be drenched considering the rain wasn't letting up any time soon.

You hadn't noticed Tech glance back at you until his pace slowed to meet yours, Echo and Omega now leading the group. "It appears that your old reliable cloak isn't quite as reliable as you've claimed it to be." Behind his goggles, his eyes searched for yours, which were trained on the path until he spoke up.

"Well, did I mention I picked it up on Tatooine?"

"A planet that never rains?"

"That's the one."

"That was hardly a wise choice, considering the terrible business-folk scattered all over that planet. Not to mention the fact that they were selling you a cloak that I presume was labeled as rain resistant?"

"It wasn't for sale." You bumped shoulders with him. With your scarf pulled over your mouth, he was unable to see the small mischievous smile forming on your lips, but your eyes told the same story of mischief.

His steps stuttered for half a second as he processed your words. "Allow me to get this straight - you stole a cloak off of a desert planet and assumed it could protect you against all weather?"

"I never claimed it was the wisest decision I've ever made." You shrugged, fingers pulling the cloak as close to you as possible.

"It wasn't an entirely horrible decision if you were planning to use it for certain desert purposes, such as easing the rays of the sun or breaking the harshness of the wind. The horrible decision was keeping the cloak and using it for rain." He stated, poking the sopping material covering your body.

"I'm well aware of this, thank you, Tech." You mumbled, sounding a bit defeated as you returned your gaze to the path ahead.

Tech decided against speaking on his thoughts. Instead, he chose to let his actions speak for him later.

.

The mission was going well thus far. The four of you were in a storage room connected to the clothing store. Unfortunately for all of you, Cid's client had a list of everything that was supposed to be in the container. Omega and Echo were sorting through the clothing while Tech was checking off each item on his datapad. You were standing guard by the door that connected to the store, just in case the storeowner entered the room. Your cloak was discarded in a corner of the room, not planning on putting that thing back on.

"Everything alright? Do I need to fly overhead for a quick escape?" Hunter's voice sounded over the comms, probably wondering why no one's checked in for a while.

"Quite alright, Hunter, it's taking a hair longer than previously anticipated to make sure all the contents are in this container." Tech responded.

A moment or so goes by when you hear Omega gasp. You turned in their direction, and Echo was blocking your view. "We're ready to go." He said, something off in his voice. You squinted your eyes up at him before nudging him out of your original line of sight.

"You good?" You asked Omega, who was making her way over to you.

"Yep! I uh- almost got my finger stuck in the container, is all."

Hardly believable, so you shift your gaze to Tech, who had his nose buried in his datapad for a moment before he looked up at you. "All set."

Beyond confused but ready to return to your warm blankets on the Maurauder, you pushed your suspicions to the back of your mind and shrugged, heading towards the exit when the door you had just walked away from slid open, revealing the unsuspecting storeowner, a rather high-class looking woman behind him.

"Shit." All of you, including Omega, cursed.

"What the blazes is going on here?!" The storeowner roared, blaster raised, to which you raised your blaster in his direction.

The woman behind the man turned around and ran out of the store, more than likely to find local authorities, or even more likely, her personal bodyguards.

The storeowner wasted no time shooting a blaster bolt in you direction, which you narrowly dodged, but not narrowly enough. The smell of something burning quickly reached your nostrils and the slight burn in your right shoulder following made you groan. Tech noticed this immediately and wasted no time sending a stun bolt into the man's chest, sending him backwards and onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Hunter, we may need that pick-me-up." Echo tapped into his comm as the four of you slipped out the back door, the container of clothes in his arms. Omega followed Echo, and you followed Omega, Tech bringing up the rear. Your brain barely had time to register the faint presence of his hand on your lower back before blaster fire erupted on your right. Both you and Tech put yourselves in front of Omega & Echo, Tech close at your side you as you each sent stun bolts in the direction of the blaster fire.

"Sooner better than later, Hunter!" Echo griped, trying not to drop the container as you all continued forward, finding cover in the trees. You'd expected a snippy response from the sergeant over the comms; instead the response was the sound of the Maurauder flying overhead, cables quickly dropping down to where the four of you were.

"What happened to quick and easy stealth mission?" Hunter grumbled over the comms, holding the ship steady as Echo hooked the cable to the container.

Rolling your eyes, you focused your blaster fire, trying to cover Omega as she made her way to the cables. She ended up slipping in the mud, letting out a squeak as she did so. Concern and adrenaline rushed through you. You threw a glance at Tech, silently asking him to cover you as you ran to Omega's side, picking her up and handing her to Echo on top of the container. "Go!" You shouted at them, returning some more blaster fire.

The cable pulled the container with Echo & Omega atop up to the ship, to safety, as you turned on your heel to aid Tech in your escape, but you hadn't noticed that Tech made it to the second cable until you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull your body close to his. He immediately recognized he had startled you. "Apologies, but we must hurry. Hang on." His hold on your waist tightened as the cable pulled the both of you to safety, your back pressed into his broad chest and both your hands holding onto his arm around your middle for dear life. Similar to Wrecker, you weren't too entirely keen on heights.

When you finally reached the ramp of the Maurauder, you and Tech separated, but only slightly. As you both rushed inside, his hand had remained on your lower back yet again, making sure you made it inside safely.

"Hang onto something." Hunter shouted, and the ship jerked seconds after. You would have fallen over if Tech hadn't grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the seats. Once secure, you relaxed just a hair. You almost wondered how you were able to keep calm as Hunter was moving the ship around so frantically, when you realized your hand was tightly gripping Tech's. You almost let go, but his eyes were already gazing into yours. "I've got you."

.

Once the ship finally entered hyperspace, you felt like you could breathe a little better, your hand going limp in Tech's hand and head lowering a little in exhaustion. "Let us have a look at your shoulder." He waisted no time making sure you were okay, already on his feet in front of you, slowly allowing your hand to drop so that you could release the safety bar.

Grumbling something under your breath, you reluctantly stood. "It's quite literally just a scratch, Tech... We don't need to waste supplies on something so small."

"Would you like for it to become infected and turn into something far worse than its current state?" Tech quickly replied. He hadn't removed his helmet yet, but you didn't need to see his face to know that his face was in a pinch

Holding his gaze for a moment, you debated on what to say, but you were too tired to argue. Wordlessly, you turned, making your way ahead of him to the bunks. You took a seat on the edge of one of the bottom bunks, looking up at him expectantly. "What do you need from me, Doc?" You teased, folding your arms over your chest.

Tech removed his helmet, gently setting it beside you before focusing his eyes on your shoulder. He removed his battle-worn gloves, trying to be as sterile as possible. Gently, he moved some fabric of your top around, trying to get a better look at the wound. A sigh passed his lips. Sure, the blaster bolt hadn't made a significant impact, but for just a graze, it wasn't pretty. "This is not simply a scratch, Cyar'ika."

His choice of words caused your heart to stutter, and you felt like a handful of butterflies stirred in your stomach, even if you didn't understand what it meant. You were suddenly aware of every slight touch of his, feeling like your skin was on fire from such a small touch on your shoulder.

As he stood straight, Tech hesitantly spoke up. "I need you to remove your top."

You blankly stared at him, still adjusting to his nickname for you only a moment ago. Taking a moment to gather your senses, you muttered "At least take me to dinner first." Your hands dropped to the hem of your shirt, beginning to remove your shirt when you felt Tech's hands cover your own, a hint of... was that concern in his eyes? You couldn't tell.

"While I hardly see how me taking you out to dinner has any impact on mending to your injury, I-"

"Oh my stars, Tech-" You let out a laugh, gently taking his hands into your own for a moment. "I was joking... We... Can discuss dinner another time." Giving him a warm smile, you released his hands, returning to the task of removing your shirt. You discarded your shirt onto the floor, doing your best to relax as you sat in front of Tech, now only wearing a bra from the waist up.

Unsurprisingly, Tech was a complete and utter gentleman. He only took half a second to regain composure before he returned to the task at hand: Your shoulder.

As his fingers began working at dressing your wound, he could almost sense the tension beneath your skin since you removed your top. "Do try and relax," His voice was just as soft as the occasional dance of his fingers along your skin. "I've got you."

You could've melted in that very moment, but if you had, Tech would've more than likely scolded you for not holding still. Admittedly, you wanted nothing more than for his touch to never leave your skin.

"What does that word mean? Cyar'ika?"

Silence and stillness met your question, causing you to look up at Tech. Not often was he silent when asked a question, normally he'd flow into a long, more often than not, complicated, answer. It only took a few seconds before he cleared his throat and spoke up, but it was noticable to you.

"Cyar'ika originates from the Mandalorian language, Mando'a. It translates to terms of endearment," The lighting on the Maurauder was horrible, but you could make out the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks as he continued. "such as darling or sweetheart." He finished laying the bacta over your wound, almost hesitant to meet your gaze.

All you could hear was the distant hum of the Maurauder in hyperspace and the relatively fast beat of your heart against your chest.

"I... got you something."

"What?" You blinked. When the kriff did he have time to get you something recently?

As Tech stepped away, you leaned down to grab your previously discarded shirt, pulling it over your head. He removed his pack from his back and set it on the floor to rummage through it. At the top of the pack was a green cloak, which he tugged out. He took a seat beside you on your right, the material resting in his hands. "I would not recommend wearing it around Ord Mantell any time soon, you may run into a very unhappy client of Cid's."

Before your fingers reached the cloak, you froze, trying to read his face. "What do you mean? Wha-" Realization dawned on you. That's why Omega was acting so odd and why Echo had not so subtly tried to block your view of Tech earlier. "You did not!"

"Steal from a client of Cid's and completely erase it off of the list of items that the client requested?" He looked proud of himself. "I did."

"You-" Your hands covered your mouth as you stifled a laugh. "I cannot believe you did that!"

"Well it seemed reasonable, considering how horrible the promised payment was, and I simply could not allow you to keep wearing that awful cloak from Tatooine." All he did was shrug before he lifted it a bit, giving you a better look at it. It had more material to cover the chest than your previous one had, which would give much better guarantee of not getting drenched in the rain. "I scanned the material of each item in that container, and this one seemed the best fit for what you need. May I?" He ebbed it towards you, hinting to helping you adorn it.

You nodded, a smile seeming to take permanent residence on your lips for the time being. He lifted it above your head before lowering it onto your shoulders, the hood resting weightlessly atop your head. Tech quietly reached into your space, adjusting your hair as needed, seemingly knowing that the cloak had trapped your hair uncomfortably beneath its material. Finally, he adjusted a few stray hairs along your face by tucking them behind your ears, and leaned back a little, admiring his work and allowing his hands to settle on his thighs.

"The material is Gabal wool. Gabals are a furry creature native to and often discovered on Rhinnal, particularly the Zirfan Glacier. According to my research, Rhinnal is quite an extraordinary planet. Located in the Darpa sector of the core worlds, there seemed to be incredible medicinal breakthroughs- Are you alright?"

Busted. You couldn't help but adore him more than ever in this very moment. The break of his tangent brought you back to reality, blinking a few times before responding. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you stop. I just-" Words were difficult right now as you practically choked down the feelings that were bubbling to the surface. "I appreciate you." Horrible choice of words. Obviously you loved the entire crew, including Tech, and you were pretty certain he was aware of this, but saying it directly to his face while you were juggling the feelings in your heart just didn't seem possible. "I love it when you explain things in great detail." That wasn't a lie, you definitely enjoyed listening to him talk.

"You do?" His voice was quieter now.

Nodding and your heart quickening, you spoke up once more. "What was that Mando'a word? Cyar'ika?" It was his turn to nod. "Can I call you that?"

Tech actually looked confused for a brief moment before speaking. "Of course... It's a term of endearment." He reminded you, that faint pink hitting his cheeks once again.

"I know. Thank you... Cyar'ika."

A number of heartbeats passed before his right hand found your left that was resting quietly on your thigh, lacing his fingers through your own. With his left hand, cupped your cheek. His honeyed eyes searched yours for consent, and you gave the faintest of nods before he leaned in to press his forehead against your own, dropping his gaze to take a moment to reminisce in your touch.

Like the waves on Kamino, Tech's lips crashed into your own. While you had been expecting it, it still caught you a little off guard. His left hand trailed from your cheek to the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek, as your right hand traveled from his wrist to land on his chestpiece.

Too soon, he broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, matching your own. Your foreheads remained against each other, and when he went to sit up, you grabbed the upper edge of his chest piece and pulled him forward, accidentally bumping noses together as it was your turn to kiss him first. This urged a small gasp to escape him, not expecting the sudden contact. A small smile crossed your lips as you noticed his surprise, your right hand moving upward to the side of his neck as your lips parted, his own lips following in suit shortly.

You leaned into him, and his right hand released your left, and found your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, which earned a small noise of pleasure to escape you. Your left hand dragged up his arm from his hand, and landed on his shoulder, which you used to help pull yourself into his lap. He helped, of course, the hand on your thigh making its way to your hip for a moment.

Tech's left hand made its way to the base of your skull, finding your hair, which only encouraged another noise of pleasure from you. You felt his lips shift into a smirk before breaking the kiss, his eyes meeting yours immediately. "Do not allow me to forget to note your sensitive areas."

That earned him a smack on the chest, and a laugh from you. "You're a smug little shit. I know you, you wouldn't forget the galaxy's most difficult mathematical equation."

He returned your laugh with a soft chuckle, and reached up to cup your cheek again with his left hand. "You cannot imagine how long I have wanted to do that."

You leaned in for another kiss when knock at the door interrupted the two of you, both of your bodies tensing for a moment.

"A ridiculously long time. It's about time. Come on, you two, we need you out here." Hunter. Of course it was Hunter. Hunter and his stupid heightened senses.

[football-and-fanfics]

The Medic #10 - Mason Mount

About the series: The Medic is an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "That's... quite some blood." Requested by: anonymous Word count: 611 Warnings: mentions of injury, blood, stitches.

The hurried footsteps that approached your office during lunch hour didn't promise much good. You looked up from your computer screen even before someone was in sight, and watched Mason appear in the door opening. He was cradling his left hand, which was wrapped tightly in what looked like a bundle of tea towels. The look on his face held the middle between pain and fright, but one thing was for sure: something was wrong.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to his hand, to which he clearly sported an injury. "I cut myself," Mason stammered before you could ask any questions, "I was slicing bread, and... the knife slipped." "How bad is it?" You walked around your desk to him. "I don't know." He looked shook up. "But it hurts."

You immediately led him into another part of your office, where you had a small treatment room for minor injuries. "Sit down." You pointed to a chair. "Let's have a look." Mason gently placed his hand, still wrapped in the tea towels, on the small table in between you.

For the first time you saw the stains on the towel. "That's... quite some blood," you said seriously. Mason shuddered. "I--- I guess it's a bit deep."

You very carefully pulled the tea towels away from Mason's hand. He winced loudly as the fabric finally fell away. "Oh, jeez..." Mason gulped at the sight of his own bloodstained forefinger. "Are you okay?" You looked worried at the sudden paleness of Mason's face, afraid he might faint. "I'm good, I'm good." Mason swallowed hard, but did avert his gaze from the wound.

The cut to Mason's forefinger was half an inch long at most, but seemed rather deep and was still bleeding. You gently wiped some of the blood away. Mason tensed in painful anticipation, and the softest whimper escaped his lips.

"It's only a flesh wound," you concluded, "but it's a nasty one." Mason swallowed hard. "Does it... have to be stitched?" "Yes," you nodded, "it'll probably only require two or three stitches, but it's best I do put them in." Mason groaned at the foresight of that. He didn't like getting stitches done, but he knew there probably wasn't much of a choice.

You saw the apprehension on his face. "I'll numb it up, and the stitches will be in before you know it," you assured, "you won't feel a thing." "Alright." Although somewhat reluctantly, Mason agreed.

---

As you had promised, you worked swiftly. After putting in the anesthetic, you cleaned and stitched up the wound. All the while, Mason had his face turned away. He feared he might faint or throw up at the tiniest glimpse of any stitch going into his skin. He had never been one for blood or needles, and no matter how gentle you were being, he didn't even venture one peek.

"All done." You announced after a few minutes. Mason finally dared a glance at his injured hand, and found it now neatly bandaged. "Oh," Mason sighed in relief, "I didn't feel a thing!" "That's a good thing," you chuckled, "means I did my job well."

Mason had a long look at the bandage around his hand and forefinger. "What do I do now?" "You might want to take it easy for a few days," you answered, "it'll be sore, and you don't want to tear those stitches. Come see me again in about a week, or earlier if you start to experience more pain or swelling. And maybe have someone else cut your bread for the time being." Mason grinned at your last remark. "Oh, the boys will have a field day over that."

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[malachiexists13]

Hi, hello. I'm attempting Kinktober again this year but I couldn't find any lists that I wanted to use. So I made my own by looking at other lists on Google. I'm sharing the list here if anyone else wants to use it-- there's at least three prompts per day so you can pick and choose. Some prompts can be read as being repeats from other days but honestly, it's up to you how you interpret this list.

For anyone who can't see the images/read my handwriting (yes I handwrote this):

DAY 1: Porn Actors AU || Anonymous Sex || One Night Stand

DAY 2: Handjobs || Fingering || Piercings

DAY 3: Orgasm Control || Squirting || Cumming Early (Premature)

DAY 4: Make-Up Sex || Mirror Sex || Bondage

DAY 5: Phone Sex || Guided Touching || Rough Sex

DAY 6: Against A Wall || Sixty-Nine || Creampie

DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation || Sex Toys || Breath Play

DAY 8: Workplace Sex || Car Sex || Desk/Office Sex

DAY 9: Choking || Dacryphilia || Hate Sex

DAY 10: Accidental Stimulation || Humiliation || Clothes On

DAY 11: Wet Dreams || Sexual Fantasy || Femdom

DAY 12: First Time/s || Role Reversal || Dirty Talk

DAY 13: Striptease || Fetish Clothing || Lingerie

DAY 14: Discipline/Punishment || Praise/Degradation || Teasing

DAY 15: Bathroom Sex || Public /Outdoor Sex || Hair-Pulling

DAY 16: Pregnancy Sex || Overstimulation || Lap Dance

DAY 17: Spanking || Roleplay || Blood

DAY 18: Dry Humping || Aphrodisiacs || Intoxication

DAY 19: Begging || Crossdressing || Stomach Bulge

DAY 20: Infidelity/Cuckolding || Threesome || Cunnilingus

DAY 21: Anal/Pegging || Size Difference || Shower/Bath Sex

DAY 22: Breeding || Heats/Ruts || Thigh-riding

DAY 23: Strap-On || Cum Dump || Knotting

DAY 24: Facesitting || Deepthroating || Masturbation

DAY 25: Exhibitionism || Getting Caught || Voyeurism

DAY 26: Double Penetration || Orgy || Switching Partners

DAY 27: Casual Sex/FWB || Monsterfucking || Daddy Kink

DAY 28: Biting/Marking || Jealousy || Possessiveness

DAY 29: Mommy Kink || Blowjob || Blindfolds/Restraints

DAY 30: Cockwarming || Somnophilia || Foreplay/Aftercare

DAY 31: Worship || Sub/Dom || Vanilla Sex || Free Space

As for the requests side and what I plan on doing... Call me ambitious, but I'm willing to write up to two oneshots per day-- different or the same prompt of course. My plan is to write one that I come up with myself, and then write one request. These oneshots will probably end up varying in length though for the sake of my own sanity.

I am going to make a masterlist of sorts to keep track of these oneshots and what prompts I'll be doing-- So here's a second list that I'll be editing to show what prompts I've done, which were requested, and which I will not/didn't do. I'll update this list as soon as the masterlist is done and I start writing. The ones that are crossed out in red are ones that I just won't be doing or accepting requests for.

For anyone who can't see the images/read my handwriting (yes I handwrote this):

DAY 1: Porn Actors AU || Anonymous Sex || One Night Stand

DAY 2: Handjobs || Fingering || Piercings

DAY 3: Orgasm Control || Squirting || Cumming Early (Premature)

DAY 4: Make-Up Sex || Mirror Sex || Bondage

DAY 5: Phone Sex || Guided Touching || Rough Sex

DAY 6: Against A Wall || Sixty-Nine || Creampie

DAY 7: Sensory Deprivation || Sex Toys || Breath Play

DAY 8: Workplace Sex || Car Sex || Desk/Office Sex

DAY 9: Choking || Dacryphilia || Hate Sex

DAY 10: Accidental Stimulation || Humiliation || Clothes On

DAY 11: Wet Dreams || Sexual Fantasy || Femdom

DAY 12: First Time/s || Role Reversal || Dirty Talk

DAY 13: Striptease || Fetish Clothing || Lingerie

DAY 14: Discipline/Punishment || Praise/Degradation || Teasing

DAY 15: Bathroom Sex || Public /Outdoor Sex || Hair-Pulling

DAY 16: Pregnancy Sex || Overstimulation || Lap Dance

DAY 17: Spanking || Roleplay || Blood

DAY 18: Dry Humping || Aphrodisiacs || Intoxication

DAY 19: Begging || Crossdressing || Stomach Bulge

DAY 20: Infidelity/Cuckolding || Threesome || Cunnilingus

DAY 21: Anal/Pegging || Size Difference || Shower/Bath Sex

DAY 22: Breeding || Heats/Ruts || Thigh-riding

DAY 23: Strap-On || Cum Dump || Knotting

DAY 24: Facesitting || Deepthroating || Masturbation

DAY 25: Exhibitionism || Getting Caught || Voyeurism

DAY 26: Double Penetration || Orgy || Switching Partners

DAY 27: Casual Sex/FWB || Monsterfucking || Daddy Kink

DAY 28: Biting/Marking || Jealousy || Possessiveness

DAY 29: Mommy Kink || Blowjob || Blindfolds/Restraints

DAY 30: Cockwarming || Somnophilia || Foreplay/Aftercare

DAY 31: Worship || Sub/Dom || Vanilla Sex || Free Space

As for what characters I'll write for...

[OBEY ME] Lucifer || Leviathan || Belphegor || Solomon || Barbatos

[IKESEN] Mitsuhide Akechi || Mitsunari Ishida || Ranmaru Mori || Kanetsugu Naoe || Kenshin Uesugi || Kicho

[IKEVAMP] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart || Comte de Saint-Germain || Sebastian || Johann Georg Faust

[IKEPRI] Chevalier Michel || Licht Klein || Gilbert von Obsidian

[IKEVIL] William Rex || Ellis Twilight || Elbert Greetia

[GENSHIN IMPACT] Aether || Venti || Zhongli || Albedo || Xiao || Kaedehara Kazuha || Thoma || Gorou || Shikanoin Heizou || Tighnari || Cyno || Wanderer/Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche || Alhaitham || Kaveh || Lyney || Freminet || Neuvillette || Wriothesley || Kinich

[DEMON SLAYER] Giyuu Tomioka || Obanai Iguro || Michikatsu Tsugikuni || Yoriichi Tsugikuni

[JUJUTSU KAISEN] Choso Kamo

Reminder that just because Kinktober's list of characters is shorter than my regular guidelines, my guideline rules still apply!! You can request extra plot details alongside the kink but for the love of God, nothing remotely incestuous. No stepcest, no sibling x reader x sibling (this applies to Mitsuhide and Kicho too, sorry), and no Scaracest. And no non-con, of course. Just don't be creepy or weird, I guess.

Also reader can be AFAB or AMAB, and can use she/her, he/him, or they/them pronouns. I'm fine writing any.

To submit a request, just send it to my inbox. If you have questions, feel free to leave a comment or my DMs are open.

[blessphemy]

2024 ao3 wrapped [writer's edition]

original prompt post link

How many words (of fanfic) have you written this year? 234,231 words. all murderbot. shut up. This was my second biggest year. I'd like to thank the time on my hands, posting a longfic I had in the works for a while, and participating in a Big Bang. (2021 was my biggest. I'll thank back pain and unemployment for that one lol.)

How many works did you publish this year? 42 fanfics.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? Networks VOID + Networks VITAL. Took me over two years to write and I finally finished it and punted it into the universe this year. fucking monster roller-coaster of a fic capping off a monster roller-coaster of a series. probably the most technically challenging thing I've written to date, by merit of all the balls in motion and all the emotional beats crammed in over the course of 99k words, with the majority of the action taking place during ~48 in-universe hours. i'm so proud of it. it deserves all the love it's gotten LoL thanks everybody!!

What work of yours has the most hits? Via Solitude is a perennial crowd pleaser. Wide audience appeal. Slow and long-running multi-chapter slice of life. ("Slice of life" whilst stranded and surviving alien wilderness.)

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? idk I'm honestly pleasantly surprised every time people comment at all. but I guess SecUnit Feet got hella reactions, for a borderline gag fic for April fools.

Favorite title you used Stranger (manic pixie dream killing machine) ^ honestly i've peaked with this one

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? I don't.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? I don't really write much as far as pairings go. The REAL talk is that I posted another entry for my niche obsession: re-writing the Exit Strategy Dock Showdown from the point of view of "Hostile One" the Combat SecUnit. Surrender/Please is my fourth one in this microgenre, and does it just as fresh and fun and different from the preceding three. ^_^

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? Well I did write one ship fic: Stranger (manic pixie dream killing machine). In which 2 characters that never interact in canon suck face. It's pretty good makeouts if you're into that. Honestly I do love this fic I did a good job on it. Took me a long time to iron it out. Alternatively, if you stretch the definition of "pairing" to mean "self-destructive murdercule" there's the squad from Networks VOID/VITAL being patently insane. Together. Heart Emoji.

What work was the quickest to write? Funny you should ask. I gave myself 30-minute limits to write the daily Febuwhump prompts and timed myself. equivalent exchange took me 11.25 minutes, and it's not bad considering the time crunch. Mensah POV of killing that SecUnit in All Systems Red :)

What work took you the longest to write? Aforementioned Networks VOID/VITAL. I cannot overstate how insane I was making myself writing this thang for 2 years before posting it to the internets.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? I think I made a list of some ideas I've had knocking around, but they've been backburnered a bit since I've been noodling other writing stuff lately. (I say, while succumbing to banging out random fics for a prompt event during December -_-)

What’s your longest work of the year? Networks VITAL again, at 99.8k. Maybe I should edit in a couple hundred more words to bring it up to a clean 100k. that would be funny. maybe. eh.

What’s your shortest work of the year? I've written a few drabbles. (drabble = 100 words.) 🦎 herping 🐍, Handoff, Sugar

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? Via Solitude. She marches on.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? I'll do top 3 since the top 2 are tied to a prompt event: Febuwhump 2024 (18), Whump (12), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (6)

Your favorite character to write this year? Take a Wild Fucking Guess (*uses my foot to push 29 fics tagged #Murderbot (Murderbot Diaries) under the bed*)

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? I find ART kinda challenging. It's a multifaceted lil gremlin. But really everyone is fun to write.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? idk. maybe i'll make 2 bots make out again.

Which work of yours have you reread the most? again Networks VITAL. like just from the editing process alone.

Which work has the most comments? Via Solitude again. She's killing pretty much every popularity stat.

Did you do any collaborative works this year? Wrote a meta with ArtemisTheHuntress: [Meta] Name Dropping about the ways Muderbot refers to other bots in the series. Surprising little nuggets of realization such as: Murderbot only refers to bot pilots generically or with nicknames, and the only named ships are A) Holism the supership and B) Lalow, which has no bot pilot. Also participated in a big bang with every_eye_evermore to create Plastic Plague. I did the writing, every_eye_evermore did the awesome illustrations and helped me work out the kinks. If Networks VITAL hadn't stolen the show in terms of the man-hours and heart I put in, I think I'd have named Plastic Plague as my pride and joy. Kind of surprised myself with how fast I wrote it given its length. But also it's one of those fics that's like 2 degrees removed from being a whole ass original novella. lol. If you're interested in getting your heart broken and then pulled back together, come check out this post-apocalyptic pandemic fic. owo.

Did you write any gifts this year? Yeah! The yearly gift exchange let me create a pretty fun one: HELP WANTED: decryption key needed before half my brain gets locked behind a paywall #paid #ManticSoft #semi-urgent And the lil fluff of🦎 herping 🐍 for musicofthespheres :3

Did you receive any gifts this year? Also yeah! Once again the gift exchange gave me a fic I Adore thank you isilee: what to do when your friend is a victim of organ harvesting. pod AU. i love pod AU. and more??? everyone is being so nice to me. The Great Slug Migration and debugged [comic] by musicofthespheres. and Sing Your Feelings by ArtemisTheHuntress

What’s your most common category? Gen. I'm a 97% gen household lmao.

What do you listen to while writing? Bathroom fan white noise. Neighbors noise. Sometimes noise muffling headphones. I usually can't listen To Stuff and write at the same time, there's barely enough space in my head to have 1 full thought per second. It's like 0.6-0.8 tps in here.

Favorite work you wrote this year? I couldn't POSSIBLY pick a favorite out of all my precious children. I would never. I love them all equally. 🏆 Networks VOID/VITAL 🏆

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? Listen I wrote 234,231 words worth of bangers. Girl I forget. I'm not rereading all that to find my fave passage. Here’s one from Surrender/Please: “I’m chasing you, my mental crosshairs locked on you, which is how it’s supposed to be, but something is so wrong, so wrong, so wrong with you, so wrong with me. The ghost of your presence in my feed digs its ethereal fingers into the back of my neck, where my data-port is, and just above that, wedged within the shriveled heart of a stripped-down medulla, is my governor module.” Here’s one from false pulse, ComfortUnit POV: “I want to cut the mimic heart out of my torso, that lying little device in the center of my chest put there for the sole purpose of broadcasting a false pulse to a sentimental human audience, that races loudly now, unbidden.” From Suns Out Guns Out: ““SecUnit. Where are your arms?” SecUnit shrugged its armless shoulders. The gesture made its empty sleeves flop a bit. “Planetary customs has them. I’ll pick them back up when I go up the elevator.”” From illucid: “The systems swerve uncertainty, the missile misses its mark, the mote floats free.” Also I think spousal privilege does a great job burying the lede. But I won’t paste the whole thing here.

Biggest surprise while writing this year? How did I write so many bangers? uwu. (Actually I spent a month or two having forgotten how to write good because I went outside and touched too much grass. (Read: went backpacking for a while and didn’t have access to writing.) It was a little agonizing. Then Surrender/Please knocked the cork loose and I was able to write again everyone say thank you Surrender/Please.) At this point writing is kind of a near-daily compulsion for me.

[deedjre]

oc-tober day 2: new character !! yippee. pretty ironic to be reusing art on this day specifically but i digress. this is my oc john. name picked specifically for how normal it is. his full name is john rider (no middle name but if he had one it'd be thomas bc that'd be really funny to his british friend). John's initial idea was conceived around may of 2023, i believe? as he originates as a non original character from an au. he, in this form, was actually created closer to december of 2023. oh shit he's almost a year old. anyway even funnier is that i have two versions of him pulled from two aus of the same thing. i could've made a different guy for the second one but he would've been a very similar guy. same goes for colin (his british friend/roommates/lover. his head is also in this ref) but i'd like to think colin's been around for longer. since he got his name first lmao

(prompt list) (more on john below. sensitive topics related to addiction prevail)

this ref is the same continuity of john and very hard for me to look at due to the white bg. a bit on john is that he has been wearing the same navy colored hoodie (based on a hoodie that i have, actually, though the one i have has anime girl on the back) since highschool. this is because that's funny to me and also it's his comfort item and i personally have a hard time letting go of items i like. he also was given a scarf that i have. this is because i don't know how to design clothing. i'll get into like personality and other shit in a bit

this is the other version of john (from the 60s rather than modern day btw) that focuses a LOT more on his personal struggles. as you can see here, he has a mullet /j that's not what's wrong with him. he smoked during highschool, got throat cancer, got a total laryngectomy (surgical removal of the larynx/voice box) and then got TEP surgery for one of three reasons. reason 1 (meta) i needed him to be able to talk over the phone and to people who don't know ASL. reason #2 he thought he needed to be able to do that. reason #3 parent executive decision. this goes for both timelines though in the modern one i retained it mostly for flavor. here, though, it's uhm yeah it's for the same reason but he's a lot more insecure about it. in both versions he is an anxious, depressed, autistic mess of a man with a stutter. basically the developmental stutter stuck and it was getting better but then he got throat cancer and the trauma at least made it 10x worse and he couldn't be bothered with speech therapy. his voice is also raspy because i can't think of a reason why it wouldn't be. i also like to discolor his fingernails bc of the smoking habits. in the 60s version he has gum with him that he chews on to try and like. satiated the urge to smoke. i don't think nicotine gm was invented YET so it's probably just like regular gum. might take lemon candies as well. i focus more on his alcoholism in the modern version bc in the modern version he basically just replaced one addiction with another.

oh and in the modern version the part of the timeline i'm focusing on is completely different and i didn't even get started on his full backstory. but in the modern version post apartment era (2011-2017) he moved to somewhere else and got a small home with his new beard (she's there to get his parents off his back and also bc she's his bestie from the 60s version and i like her). then he went bankrupt after some time and was homeless for a year or two before ringing up his old roomie colin. anyway that's why he's noted as being underweight in one of the refs. his clothes are very baggy on him and he wears a men's size small.

anyway i could go on nd on for WAY too long about him. i did a lot of research. his salary in the 60's is 5k as a data entry specialist, now data management (which is a new job for the time). and in modern day, he gets the same job bc all his college money was used on surgery. i didn't do the math on that one specifically but it felt about right. my therapist is like "wow you do a lot of research on your characters" and the answer is no not usually it's just these two (second guy being colin btw).

[evilwriter37]

Warning, you reblogged an ask game, and I’m about to go ham.

1, 4, 8, 13, 21, 22, 24, 26, 31, 32, 35, 48, 50, and 71

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multichapter fics?

That's a hard one, because I've written quite a lot of both. One-shots do make up the majority of my fic library though, so I'll go with one-shots.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Anywhere and everywhere. @ashleybenlove is also super great for inspiration! Prompts are good, rewatching episodes, listening to music, pulling from a personal experience... It's like I never run out!

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Hm, usually I want to say the beginning. I'm very good at beginnings and first lines. Middles are fun, but can drag sometimes in the process, and endings are difficult to get just right.

13. What's a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Change your font when editing. It makes your brain look at the story differently and pick up on mistakes you probably wouldn't have seen with the original font you wrote in.

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I think so. I've done sort-of-collabs with @mdoodlerfandomart and those were always incredibly fun! But those were the kind where one person writes one half of the story and the other writes the second half. I wonder if I'd be able to collaborate with another writer where we could write on the same document at the same time. Maybe I can do one with you, @lifblogs? Like on a Good Omens one?

22. Are there certain types of writing you won't do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc.)

Mm, there is a lot I will write. It's probably longer than the list of things I won't write. I'll write from virtually anyone's perspective. I don't really write poetry, though I could see how it could be fun in fanfic form! I explore all sorts of genres in fanfic and write things I probably wouldn't write in original fic. Like, when it comes to realistic fiction in original work? Ew, no! Realistic fiction like modern AUs and such in fanfic? That works just fine for me.

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

"Cut out sex scenes and filler. They're not necessary to the story or character development."

Okay, sure. Fuck off.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Infernal Fascination for sure. 3 years, lots of harassment, but also lots of praise and fun. Yeah, that was wild for sure.

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

Hm, I think plot maybe? I develop a plot based around the characters though, so maybe both.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

@howtowhumpyourhiccup @fictionalnormalcy @lilliths-httyd-blog @ashleybenlove @thedragon-and-hisboy (No, I could not keep it to just 3).

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

That villains are human too. You can portray them as a monster, but the monstrous is human. Villains will be much easier to write and more fun and fleshed out when you treat them like human beings. (Unless of course, your villain is an eldritch horror of some kind.)

48. What do you look for in a beta?

I don't use a beta, but I think I would look for someone who is understanding of my writing style and sensitive about my RSD.

50. How long is your longest fic?

Infernal Fascination: 470k words.

71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, etc.?

I make an outline with notes at the top of the page about times, dates, characters, etc. My outlines are usually just bulleted list of the events that will happen within the story. I try to keep my outlines and notes in one document so that I don't have too many documents and confuse myself.

Get to Know Your Fic Writer

[ofthecrowsandcranes]

thoughts of the week

i went into this intending to write a reflection on the grimoire challenge for this week but ended up thinking more about general reflections of my practice instead, so, thoughts:

like i said in this reblog, i'm using this challenge (and a bunch of other stuff) as frameworks, because i haven't really written down much of my practice. most of it lives in my head. i have (2) partial grimoires, one that's evolved into just a notetaking notebook and another that was digital that i don't really use because even though digitization makes it easier to organise, there's something about paper that i really, really like.

so my goal/intention for this challenge is to practice consistency. attempting the prompts that make sense to me, even if for some of them i know they're going to be a rough draft of what my practice ends up being. for the spellwriting 101 one, i haven't even done enough spellwork to know what process works best for me (consequences of being more pagan than witch for the past few years), so i took notes from @breelandwalker's how to write spells post since her process is concise and feels like a good checklist of "did i consider this aspect? am i being specific enough or not?" obviously my methods may change as i do more practical work but having a good starting point is what matters the most

one of my general goals for 2024 was to just Do things, and worry less about the finished product and more about the process. so some of my pages are messy and i don't have a specific order for things. i'm filling in the index/table of contents last so i can use it as a "where did i put this" list instead of a "this will go here" list. in the future, i'll probably use a binder or something with easily insertable pages/entries as a formal grimoire, but for now, i'm recording and practicing and that's what matters most for me, since i haven't done that before. despite four years of doing stuff on and off.

i'm gonna put a cut here because otherwise this post will be Massive but i'm gonna go into more detail about some of the pages/things that i did for reference.

monday

name your book: done! i just called it my spiritual lab notebook, since that's what it is.

definitions (ritual and spell): done! very UPG, but to me a ritual and a spell differ because a ritual is to affect the Now and a spell is to affect the Later. also rituals have more broad intentions vs a spell which has very specific intentions

Study herb: bay laurel! i did a bay leaf wish ritual on new year's day with my family and my mom asked why bay leaves, and i was like "hm, i don't know the specifics of why they're associated with wishmaking" so i added them to my herbs list so i could find out, and then learned it's because they're fucking bay laurel. i feel extremely stupid for not making that connection but! now i know!

tuesday:

outline: done! it's blank, i won't fill it in until the notebook is full

study gem: not done, still trying to decide how to substitute this. i might do tarot spreads instead.

spellwriting 101: done! discussed above

wednesday:

common tools: done! i really only put three things for now, but i'll probably go back and add things as i remember/find new tools. so far i've got tarot cards, embroidery thread, and candles, but in writing this i've remembered bells and jars and beads also

year outline/calendar: done! added the Big 4 (solstices & equinoxes), samhain, lughnasadh, and christmas (since my family celebrates it). will definitely be adding more as i go, but that's what i want to celebrate (or do celebrate) for now

Practical (tool usage): done! did a 3 card pull with my elemental power tarot, since i want to use it more as a reflective tool.

thursday:

altar design/workspace: done! sketched a layout of my current altar + wrote some wishes/dreams for when i have a different space.

practical (cleansing): not done yet—around this part of the week my chronic illness stuff started to flare up, and since cleansing involves actual cleaning for me, i couldn't really do it while resting. it's on my backburner for later.

friday:

personal practices: done! did a quick journal entry in DayOne

and that's all! if i can get to cleansing today i'll do it, but i have many other things to do also, so i'll get to it eventually.

[holdmytesseract]

A Painful Experience 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "I know that requests are closed for now, but consider Loki trying one of those period/labour cramp simulators… 🫶" - Requested by a nonny. 😁

Summary: Loki tries a labour pain simulator.

Warnings: fluff, fake labour pain/pain, bit of angst?

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: I couldn't help myself - again... I hope you like it, nonny! 😊

This one is the last request, guys! My inbox is empty again! Means... I probably reopen requests again soon! 😁

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @ficitve-sl0th

If you want to be added to my Loki Taglist, please let me know! 😊

"What are you doing here? And what are all those... things?" Loki asked, as he walked into one of Tony's big workshops with Ella on his arm. The little girl was dressed in a cute emerald green dress, with two fitting emerald green ribbons in her tiny raven curls. He had been on search for his wife - and found her here. She stood around a lot of boxes, devices and... machines, together with Natasha and Pepper. The three women turned to face him, as soon as his voice urged to their ears. Y/N had a smile on her face. "Hey, babe." She ran to meet him on his way for a lingering kiss, "Hey, princess." and tickled gently Ella's belly, causing her to giggle. "Mama!" Y/N smiled an even brighter smile and kissed her daughter's chubby cheek.

"Hello, darling." "Everything okay?" Loki nodded. "Yes. We just wanted to visit you, right princess?" He bounced Ella gently up and down on his arm, making her giggle even more. "Dada!" This word leaving the small girl's mouth, conjured a proud smile on the God's lips. He was a dad... Ella's dad. He often needed to remind himself, that this wasn't just a dream… It was real. Y/N was real. Ella was real – and so were their life as a little family. "I appreciate the visit." Y/N said, winking, before she pulled Loki in another kiss. "So, what's all this? Scrap?" He gestured towards the pile of boxes, devices and machines. The woman shook her head. "No. It's technical stuff. Tony got it from a dude, who doesn't need it anymore." Loki raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of technical stuff?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "Very different things... From old mobiles, over medical stuff, to car parts. Crazy things..." She listed. "We even found a labour cramp simulator thingy - I don't know the correct term, but this thing is so far the craziest we found!" Pepper called from behind, after overhearing the couple's conversation. "Oh, yeah, Pepper's right." Y/N agreed, smiling back at her friend. "Want to try it, Laufeyson?" Natasha suddenly prompted, smirking. "Great idea Nat! Try it, babe!" The God blinked. "Me? Why should I try this?" "Because you're a man!" Pepper shouted, giggling. "I'll make Tony try it, too!" Y/N laughed at Pepper's words, then turned to face her husband again and shrugged her shoulders. "Just do it for... fun?" Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fun..." "Then do it to test your godly and manly pain threshold... Or are you afraid?" She teased him playfully. Loki snorted out a breath. "Me and afraid? Certainly not, darling. Show me this... simulator." "Over there." The girls led the God over to the labour cramp simulator, they had already unboxed and tested. "This thing?" All three nodded. "You've got to sit down on the chair and we will hook you to the device." "Alright. Do it." He handed Ella over to her mother and sat down on the chair. "And now?" "You need to lift your t-shirt, Lokes." The God shrugged his shoulder, "Fine." and pulled the black fabric off his upper body, leaving himself shirtless. "Now, we are going to hook you to the machine." Pepper explained, while planting the electrodes (a/n: I hope this is the correct word to describe those thingys.) on his stomach and lower abdomen. "You still want to try it?" Y/N asked her husband, but Loki was completely sure of it. "Yes." "Alright." Pepper said, before turning on the device in her hand, which was connected to the electrodes. "We'll start slow. There you go."

The first three levels didn't bother Loki very much. There was no reaction besides a small hiss or the short clenching of his jaw. But then, Pepper turned on the fourth level - what caused a rather loud groan to leave Loki's lips. Y/N bit her lip, didn't know if she should giggle or feel sorry for her God. Nat and Pepper on the other hand, had a grin on their lips. "Does it hurt, Loki?" Pepper asked, while switching into level five. "A bit, yes." He hissed and clenched his hands into fists. On level six, he started to sweat; a thin layer coating his defined pecs and abs. On level seven, his breathing was audibly uneven. On level eight, suffering screams left his lips. "Norns..." Loki panted, squeezing his eyes shut. "This is... excruciating!" He made to choke out, before the muscles in his arms twitched and another painful whine escaped his mouth. It caught the attention of the baby in Y/N's arms. Ella looked from her mother to her father and back with big blue eyes. "Dada!" The little girl screamed, followed by a heart-breaking sob leaving her small pouty lips. Tears started to pool in her oceanic blues. Seemingly, she had sensed that her father must be in pain... What was kind of super cute? Y/N immediately noticed this and tried to reassure her. "Aww baby, noo... Don't cry! Daddy's okay, I promise." But it was no help. "Dada!" She screamed again, little arms desperately reaching for Loki. "I-I think, ugh... My daughter chose to rescue m-me, so... Would you please let me, oof... g-go, ladies? I-I think I got v-very close to my pain t-threshold." The three women looked at each other and agreed, of course, immediately to accomplish the God's request. Pepper stopped the simulator and unhooked him again, removing all the electrodes. "Hel... That was... Quite the experience, to say the least." Loki said, while he slipped his t-shirt back on. Then he went immediately to Ella, "Hey, shhh, princess." and took the now crying girl in his arms. "Daddy's alright, baby." He peppered her cheeks with small, soft kisses and held her close against his body. "Are you okay, babe?" The God nodded. "Yes, but... Darling... How in all the nine realms did you make it to go through this for several hours?" Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, smiling. "The willingness to bring our baby into this world, I guess. To finally be able to hold the creation of our love in my arms." Loki just shook his head in astonishment. "That is amazing, my love. You are the strongest and bravest woman I know. I am so proud of you for going through so much pain for Ella. You have my full respect. I love you." Y/N giggled, brushed a loose strand of raven black hair out of the God's face. "Thank you, my love. I appreciate this very much. I love you, too."

[barbex]

happy friday!! perhaps a prompt from the angst/fluff list for fenders? :D “You need sleep.”

Thank you for this @dadrunkwriting prompt! Today with a soft Fenris.

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Fenris climbs yet another set of stairs, taking a different route towards Anders' clinic. He knows seven different ways by now, not counting the secret entry in Hawke's basement. Why he has taken i upon himself to check on the mage every night, he isn't quite sure himself. It was a favor for Hawke, originally. She asked him to check on Anders because Merrill was crying and Hawke didn't want to leave her alone. 

By now, it had become part of his routine. Every night, he walks down to the docks, and from there into the labyrinthine alleys and tunnels of Darktown. Usually, he just watches the door for a while from afar, how patients come into the clinic on by one, a lot of them late at night after work, with the marks of the mines on their bodies. 

It was the mine workers that convinced Fenris that Anders is truly selfless in his healing. He doesn't use his magic to gain power, something that Fenris refused to believe at first. But seeing the mine workers limping into the clinic, the wrinkles around their eyes stark white in their dusted faces, blood dripping like black tar from head wounds, opened his eyes to the possibility that a mage could be good and kind.

A terrifying concept. 

Fenris ducks out of an old tunnel and halts in his steps. A massive line stretches out in front of the clinic. He has never seen the clinic this busy. For a moment, he considers turning around, but then his feet carry him towards the door. Passing the people waiting, a few people grumble at him for skipping the line, but he ignores them. Inside the clinic, a human woman checks the patients over, taking down their names and symptoms and sorts them in three different lines. 

"If you're not hurt, leave," she yells at Fenris as she hands a paper with a specific symbol to a man with an arm in a sling made from torn trousers. 

Fenris leans his sword against the wall next to her desk and bows his head to the human woman. "Can I help?"

The woman looks him up and down and then nods. "I'm Lirenne, I'll take all the help I can get. I hope you're not squeamish about blood."

Fenris smiles as he takes off his gauntlets. "I'm very familiar with blood."

"Good. There's a whole bucket of bandages and pads that need to be washed, we're running out."

For at least an hour, Fenris washes bandages and hangs them up to dry. Occasionally, Lirenne calls him up to the front to scowl angrily at someone who isn't content with their place in line. All the while, Anders is diagnosing, healing, explaining, giving advice and taking notes for one patient after the other. He is so focussed on his work that he doesn't notice Fenris walking past him several times. 

But Fenris watches him. He sees how he cares, and he sees how the mage works himself to exhaustion. 

Finally, the line of patients ends and Lirenne closes the door. Anders sinks onto an overturned barrel and looks around with tired eyes. He notices Fenris at last, staring at him as he hangs up freshly washed bandages on a clothesline near the fire. 

"Fenris?" 

Fenris drapes the last bandage over the line and walks over to Anders. "Yes."

"Am I hallucinating?"

"No." Fenris looks down at Anders' trembling hands. "But it looks like you might do so soon." He fills a mug with water and hands it to Anders. 

Anders drinks greedily and lets the empty mug dangle from his hand. "Are you injured?"

"No." 

"You just came here and helped?"

"Yes."

Anders blinks a few times. "Why?"

"I don't know," Fenris answers honestly.

A smirk makes Anders' lips twitch. "Sometimes we shouldn't ask for reasons too much, right?"

"Probably." Fenris takes Anders' arm and pulls him up. It is a sign of Anders' exhaustion that he doesn't even struggle against Fenris' hold.

"Where are we going?"

"You need sleep, mage."

Anders holds his hand up in front of his eyes and frowns when he sees it shaking. "You're probably right. But why do you care?"

Fenris doesn't even know himself. He just knows that he cares. About this mage. "Sometimes we shouldn't ask for reasons too much."

"Ah, clever, using my own words against me." Anders chuckles, sounding slightly hysterical as he crumbles onto the rickety cot he calls his bed. "Are you gonna watch over me?"

Fenris sits down on a wobbly chair. "Yes."

Anders looks up. "Really? Now I know I'm definitely hallucinating."

"Go to sleep, mage." 

"Alright." Anders lies back down and closes his eyes. His features soften and his breathing slows. Just as Fenris thinks he has fallen asleep, the mage speaks again. "You better be here when I wake up."

Fenris draws in a sharp breath. He didn't have any plan but now he will stay. "I promise I'll be here."

"Good," Anders mumbles, his speech slurring. "Lovely Fenris watching over me..."

Lucky for Fenris, nobody can see him blush.

[theroyalpretender-if]

❛ it’ll always be you. ❜ For Prince(ss) L. Courtois-Dumonte!

ty for the prompt anon, i hope you enjoy! for those interested in sending in a different prompt, you can find ask lists here.

❛ it’ll always be you. ❜

"What do you want?"

"Just a moment of your time. Is that alright?"

L looks up from their desk and glances at you with icy blue eyes; for a moment you think they might let you stay.

"No. Leave."

Or not.

"I see," you say, clearly embarrassed. "I apologize for intruding."

"Apology accepted. Lock the door on your way out, I'd hate for another stray to wander in."

You bite your lip and nod, backing away from their desk and toward the door. You pull at its handle gently, but the heavy wooden door does not budge. You try again, this time more forcefully. No luck.

"Are you still here?" L asks, exasperated. You venture that they probably think you stupid or suicidal. Possibly both.

"I- the door is stuck," you stammer.

"Good gods," L gripes, running a hand through their curls and rising from their seat. In three long strides they're by your side. Slapping your hand away with a click of their tongue, they pull at the door handle themselves but it doesn't budge. Their brows furrow and they try again. No luck.

"You must be joking," they whisper to themselves and kick the door before turning away from you with a groan. You startle at the kick but they don't seem to care.

"You've lived in this castle longer than I have," they begin, their eyes narrowed. "Surely there's another way out of here? And don't say the window, I'll have you ousted from my wing for proposing it."

You look around the room nervously, and open your mouth to suggest leaving through the servant passages before L interrupts you.

"Why were you here to begin with?"

You turn to face them, your face darkening. "It's not important," you say quickly. They shake their head and scowl at you. "No, you will answer me. Whatever you came for was evidently important enough to trap us here. What was it?"

Their question isn't so much a question as it is a demand, their blue eyes having grown stormy. You look down at your feet and shuffle from side to side. "I wanted to ask if you'd like to go for a walk in the gardens."

"Speak up."

"I wanted to ask if you'd like to go for a walk in the gardens," you repeat, louder this time. Your face is burning now, their baffled expression doing nothing to soothe it.

Their awe quickly turns to annoyance as they pinch the bridge of their nose and close their eyes, refusing to look at you. "It'll always be you, won't it?" they mutter under their breath.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's not important," they say, returning to their usual irritated self. "Now, I demand that you get us out of here."

[liltaz-asatreat]

"Why won't you let me braid your hair?" and taako ??👀

Writing prompt from this list here!

The sky grows dark around the small caravan of wagons pulled off to the side of the road. They've set up camp for the night, and most of the travelers are sitting around a campfire eating a delicious stew and sharing stories. Two small elves sit a little ways away from the group, wrapped in thin blankets as they eat. A chilly autumn breeze blows through the camp, making one elf shiver and blowing the other elf's hair into her face just as she was about to take another bite. She drops the spoon back into her bowl with a splash and spits out her hair which makes the other elf laugh.

"It's not funny, Koko!" Lup bats at her hair before firmly grabbing it and pushing it over her ears. "I just want to eat my soup in peace! Why does my hair have to be in my face all of the time?" She says angrily.

"You know, there's an easy solution for that, Lulu," Taako says easily.

Lup glares at him. "No."

Taako sighs. "Lup, please? Why won't you let me braid your hair? It would make life so much easier for you."

Lup hugs her arms across her chest and looks down and away from him. "Because I don't want to look like you," she mumbles.

Taako puts his spoon down. "Am I that awful looking?" He asks light heartedly, looking at her uncertainly.

Lup shakes her head. "It's not that. We... People already confuse us for each other all of the time. I want to be able to have something that people can use to tell us apart. Because every time they think I'm you..." Lup trails off and hugs her arms around herself even tighter.

"Every time they think you're me what?" Taako asks gently.

Lup takes a deep breath. "I just... I feel... icky. It's just another reminder that I'm not... that I..."

"That you look like a boy," Taako finishes for her, and she nods sadly. He thinks for a moment before saying carefully, "We can probably find you some hair pins in the next town we come to, but... Do you..." He stops to think some more about what he wants to say next. "Do you want me to cut my hair?"

Lup looks up at him in shock. "You just got it to grow out this long though!"

Taako shrugs. "I mean, it won't be for forever. Hair grows back, and eventually we're going to find a way to change your body to look how you want it to look. But until that happens, I can keep my hair short, so people don't confuse us as often, and I'll look more like a traditional boy, and you'll look more like a girl in comparison to me."

Lup lets her arms drop to her sides. "Koko, I... I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do though."

"It would help though, wouldn't it?" Taako says with a little more conviction.

Lup thinks about it then nods slowly. "You'd really do that for me?"

Taako smiles. "I'd do anything for you."

"Thank you."

-

Taako stands over the stove in his, Merle, and Magnus' kitchen, stirring a pot of noodles. He was itching to cook, and the boys were hungry. He figures if he makes something as simple as spaghetti with his umbrastaff as far away from him as possible, he won't fuck this up and poison everyone. He scoops out a noodle and lets it cool before biting into it to determine how cooked it is. Happy with the result, he turns off the burner, carefully picks the pot up by the handles, walks over to the colander in the sink, and leans over to pour the water and noodles into the colander. As he leans over, his long, loose hair falls into his face, and he groans loudly before standing up straight again and forcefully shoving his hair back into place behind his ears.

"Everything okay, Taako?" Magnus calls from the living room.

"Yeah, it's just my damn hair keeps getting in the way of everything!" Taako says in irritation.

He puts the pot back on the stove and pours the noodles back in it. As he's serving up the noodles and sauce into three different bowls, Magnus walks into the kitchen. "One, this smells really good! Two, do you want me to braid your hair for you? It might help you out a lot."

"Thank you for the offer, but no can do. Taako doesn't like his hair braided. I think it looks weird like that."

Magnus shrugs as Taako hands him two bowls, one for him and one to give to Merle, before shooing him away. "Thank you, Taako!"

"You bet!"

When Magnus is gone, Taako grips the counter tightly, a mixture of anxiety and emptiness clinging to his heart. Anxiety about the food he just gave his friends and emptiness from... what? The lie he told Magnus? It's true Taako actually did prefer to have his hair braided usually, but he just can't bring himself to braid it. He thinks it's connected to this weird longing feeling he has that's so intense. He knows he's missing something. Something important.

Taako looks at his reflection in the glass of the window over the sink. In his reflection, with his hair down, long and loose, he feels like he's one step closer to whatever it is that he lost. One step closer to home.

That's a feeling worth keeping his hair down for.

[wifeboys]

Third Time’s the Charm // Wilmon

Summary: Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.

Word Count: ~2600

A/N: A little in-universe fic to tie us over. Based on prompts from this prompt list *shamelessly plugs my prompts blog @deity-prompts *. Also I haven’t written fanfiction is a while so I’m a little rusty.

gif credits: @princewilhelm

Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.

The first time is at Rosh's soccer final. The pair (and Ayub) had gone to every single game of the season, rain, or shine. They stood at the side lines. The night air gripped them through their puffy coats. Flood lights illuminate their breaths. Wilhelm and Simon pressed shoulders to 'help keep them warm'.

The game is intense. The ball is sent over and back again and again. Fouls are left and right. Fights even break out. The crowd hold their breath, each moment electric. Simon is so focused on the game that he forgets where he is. He forgets who he's with and who he is. All he can concentrate on is Rosh.

The whistle blows, once, twice, three times. Rosh punches the air with a victorious scream. The crowd erupts. Everyone rushes onto the pitch. They clutch each other into hugs, exchanging "congratulations!" and kisses on the cheek. Simon sprints to Rosh, grabbing her tightly. She slaps his back and yells something he can't hear. Ayub pushes him out of the way and hugs Rosh. Simon staggers back with a laugh. Wilhelm is in front of him. His eyes sparkle with happiness and Simon can't help but smile. Before he can hug him, Wilhelm places his hands on Simons cheeks and quickly kisses him. The kiss barely lasts two seconds, but time seems to freeze. Simon short-circuits.

Before he can process or kiss him back, Wilhelm is already hugging someone else and Ayub is grabbing Simon. "SHE DID IT! FUCKING YEAH!" The night moves on. Everyone goes out to celebrate, still full of energy until they part in the early hours. As Simon celebrates, he can't help but think about Wilhelm kissing him. Did he kiss him or did he imagine it? No, it definitely happened. He can't imagine the electricity pulsing through him. He can't imagine the rush and heat he felt.

But that doesn't mean Wilhelm wanted to kiss him. It was an intense game. Everyone was celebrating. It was probably just a "hey bro, we did it! let's celebrate!" kiss. Wilhelm would've kissed anyone, Simon just happened to be there.

That's what Wilhelm is acting like. He's hugging everyone he comes across. Simons not sure if that's because Wilhelm is a hugger or because he's buzzed on celebratory drinks. Either way, he's not treating Simon any different. He's still talking to him like they're regular bros who like regular sports and other regular things.

It was nothing, Simon decides.

• ❤︎ •

The second time is at Felice's birthday party. She spares no expense. The common room is decked with streamers, balloons, and stocked with alcohol. Everyone is wearing the most extravagant outfits they have. The birthday girl has braided her hair short as a boys, and wears a purple robe that reaches her heels. Simon wears a black, glittery blazer over his bare chest with waist high black trousers. The lack of shirt was probably a good idea, considering people keep bumping into him and spilling their drinks.

The music is practically deafening. You can't walk two steps without knocking shoulders with someone. Simon keeps to the back of the room, fiddling with the hem of his blazar as the party unfolds in front of him. Sara keeps him company, chatting his ear off about something he can't hear. The only thing he can focus on is a certain prince across the room.

Simon barely notices when Sara tugs at his sleeve. "Si! I'm going to find Felice. Don't just stand here for the whole night. Go talk to someone"

She disappears into the sea of drunk teenagers. There's no way Sara was telling him to go talk to Wilhelm specifically, but that's all Simon wants to do. Actually, he wants to skip the talking and pin Wilhelm against the wall.

But Simon can't do it. He's glued with his back against a wall as people make out around him. He can't mess things up with Wilhelm. He can't scare him off. He can't lose a great friend on the tiny chance he might get a boyfriend. Simon repeats this like a mantra to the beat of the music.

None of this stops him checking out Wilhelm, the crowd acting as a safety buffer. His simple yellow shirt is plain considering the occasion. He made up for it by covering his hair with glitter that has fallen onto his face and shoulders.

He watches as an already tipsy Wilhelm finishes his drink. He's surrounded by people (probably his friends). He suddenly cracks up at some joke they say. Glitter explodes into the air with the quick movement of his head. A shiny halo illuminates his face. God, he's beautiful when he laughs.

"Simon! Simon Simon Simon" Felice nearly falls on top of him. "I'm so glad you're here- and you look amazing"

"Thanks, so do you- and happy birthday" Simon has never been good at taking compliments.

"You're too kind. I'll admit, I can't get enough of my cape. Hey, you should try it on! Purple is definitely your colour"

"Oh no I couldn't-"

"Oh yes you could. Let's swap jackets. I promise I'll give it back"

Next thing Simon knows, Felice is slipping off her cloak-y thing to reveal a white blouse and black skirt. She takes Simon's jacket, even giving him a spin. "We look stunning" she says as Simon wraps her robe around him. It looks a bit weird on him, but it's soft and smells nice. Felice sips her drink, and frowns. "My cup is empty. Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh- sure"

Felice disappears into the crowd. Simon goes back to looking for Wilhelm, but he's nowhere to be seen. He scans the crowd carefully. Wow, there's a lot of people here. A lot of bodies. The air is thick. The music is too loud. The room is too small. Simon needs to get out.

He excuses his way towards the door, not stopping until he's breathing in the night air. He leans next to the door, careful to keep Felice's robe clean. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Simon can only handle parties for a short while before he needs a break.

He stares up at the sky. Deep breath in, deep breath out. The stars are like glitter. The moon shines brightly at him. Deep breath in. He can't find Wilhelm, but at least he can spot the Man In The Moon. Deep breath out.

He's grounded again. He knows he should go home soon, but he figures a bit longer inside wont hurt. He gets up to go inside and find Felice when the door swings open. A yellow shirt stumbles into the night, glitter sparkling in the moonlight.

Simon finally found Wilhelm- or, rather, Wilhelm found him.

Wilhelm finds his footing, looking around. He finally spots Simon by the door.

"There you are!" He exclaims. There I am?

If Simon moves fast enough, he can slip back inside before Wilhelm even notices him. He can grab Sara and pretend he never came to the party. Before he can put his plan into effect, Wilhelm is cupping his face again.

Wilhelm kisses him. Simon is quicker to react this time. He kisses back, his plan to escape already forgotten. Wilhelm pulls back for a moment to tilt his head to the side. Simon holds the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair. Glitter falls around them.

Wilhelm's hands slip behind Simon's robe, pulling him closer. Simon shivers as his hands run up and down his back. He drowns in bliss, finally getting to kiss Wilhelm the way he always wanted to.

When Wilhelm finally pulls back, his eyes stay closed. "Oh" he sighs softly. "Oh . . . I'm about to throw up. Excuse me"

Without even looking at Simon, Wilhelm turns and staggers around the corner. Simon hears retching. His escape plan kicks in. He practically runs back into the party, nearly knocking people over as he finds Felice.

He finds her giggling with Sara, who's cheeks are blushes deep red. They swap their clothes back, re-completing Felice's outfit. She truly looks stunning, tonight more than ever. Up close, her hair is woven more intricately than he realised. It's as short as his but looks ten times better.

Oh God- with the short hair and purple cloak, he probably looks just like Felice. Especially to someone who's drunk. Wilhelm didn't mean to kiss him. He meant to kiss Felice. Now Simon feels like he's going to throw up.

• ❤︎ •

The third time is after Parents Day. Simon spent the days leading up to it avoiding Wilhelm. He probably doesn't remember the kiss at all but Simon wont chance it. He won't give Wilhelm the opportunity to reject him. This doesn’t stop him from looking at him for a little too long from across the room. This doesn’t stop Wilhelm looking back.

His ingenious “if I ignore him he can’t reject me” plan fails, however, when Wilhelm sits with his family as they eat. Simon can't take his eyes off him as he chats with Simon and Felice's family. Wilhelm combs his fingers through his hair, licks his lips, laughs along to jokes. Simon soaks up every minute of it.

Dinner plates empty. Belts are loosened. Waiters come around to collect dishes and Simon starts to panic. Wilhelm has been glancing at him again and again throughout the dinner. He's definitely going to corner Simon and let him down. Tell him to forget all about the kiss (if he even remembers it). Simon pulls out his phone.

Simon I need you to pick me up

Ayub Thought you were at the parents dinner Cant ur mom take u home?

Simon I'll explain later If you pick me up right now I'll be forever grateful

Ayub I'll be outside in ten You owe me one

Simon I love you more than life itself

Simon rests his phone on the table, slightly less panicked. As soon as people start getting to their feet, he bolts. Out the door. Our of the school. He only slows when his feet crunches on the front road's gravel.

Ayub arrives right on time. Simon jumps on his bike before he can ask what's going on. It isn't until the next day that Simon comes to a shocking realisation: he left his phone at Hillerska.

• ❤︎ •

"Didn't think I'd be back here so soon" Ayub says as he drops Simon off.

"I'll be in and out, I promise. Everyone's gone home so I'll be able to find it and grab it"

"Here, call yourself on my phone. You can follow the ringing"

"Where would I be without you"

Ayub tosses his phone and gestures for Simon to go. He pushes open the doors. Hillerska feels haunted without students bustling through the halls. It's like a museum. Simon opens Ayub's phone and calls himself.

It's probably in the dining room where they ate. He walks towards it, listening intently for his ringtone. What he doesn't expect is for someone to pick up.

“Hello?”

Simon stares at the phone for a moment before pressing it to his ear. ". . . Hello?"

“Simon? That you?”

“Wille!" Perfect. The one person he was trying to not talk to. "Sorry, I didn’t recognise your voice”

"Don't worry about it, I don't think you were expecting me to answer"

"Yeah, uh, you have my phone. That's why I was calling it. I must've left it here yesterday"

"Where are you? I can drop it off"

"I'm already at Hillerska so I can just grab it. Want me to come to you?"

"Just start walking, we'll find each other"

Simon decides to go in the general direction of Wilhelm's dorms. It really does feel like a museum. Each alcove is like a display he can't touch. His footsteps echo.

“So . . . what’re you doing with my phone?” Simon asks.

“I actually didn’t know it was yours. It was left on one of the tables, so I took it in case the owner came looking for it”

“And here I am”

“And here you are”

Simon can't help but smile. He's sure he can hear Wilhelm smiling too.

Wilhelm takes a deep breath. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you”

“Talk to me?”

“Yeah. Um . . . it's about Felice's party"

Simon stops. Here it is. Everything has backfired and now the one thing he didn't want to talk about has come up.

"Simon? You there?"

"Yes! Uh yes I am." He rubs a hand across his face. Play it cool. "What about her party?"

"I'm sorry that I was so drunk that night. I figured I'd need some . . . liquid courage but I guess I had too much"

"Yeah. It was a uh, a wild night" Simon feels like he's choking on his own heart. He distracts himself by looking around at the hallway. He's not even sure where in the school he is. He's more focused on not throwing up.

"Do you remember that night?"

Play it cool. "Anything specific you want me to remember?"

There's a moment of silence. Simon can hear Wilhelm's footsteps through the phone. "If you want to forget that night and move on like nothing happened, we can definitely can"

Simon doesn't want to forget. It's all he can think about.

"Do you want to forget about it?" Simon asks, swallowing.

Wilhelm's walking slows as he thinks. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

"I don't . . . I wasn't uncomfortable"

There's a beat. "I'm glad. That-that you weren't uncomfortable"

"I'm a little uncomfortable now" Simon laughs awkwardly. His tension eases a little when Wilhelm laughs too.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know how to talk about this" Simon kicks his feet against the floor.

"I have to say, I didn't think I'd be talking to you about this over the phone"

"I didn't think you'd want to talk about this at all. I thought you were going to avoid me forever"

"Hey, you're the one who was avoiding me"

"Yeah yeah I know" Simon smiles.

Wilhelm takes a deep breath and exhales. "I really wanted to kiss you that night. That's why I got so drunk I needed a confidence boost. It uh, it didn't help that you ignored the kiss at Rosh's game"

Simon's jaw drops in a smile. "I didn't ignore it! I just panicked. I figured it was a spur of the moment celebration"

"None of it was spur of the moment. I've wanted to kiss you for a while"

"You have?"

"You didn't notice?"

"Not at all. If I did, I probably would've kissed you"

Simon hears him stop and smile. “Simon, you are the smartest idiot I ever met”

He hangs up. He hangs up? Simon looks at the phone as if it holds the answer. His brow furrow as a hand grabs his shoulder from behind. He turns, that there he is.

"Hi" they say in unison.

Wilhelm's hands are on Simon's shoulders. He holds his gaze with a smile. Simon completely forgets how to breathe. All he can think about his Wilhelm being so close to him and his lips being right there because really they're right there-

"Can I kiss you again?" Wilhelm asks. Simon nods.

Wilhelm kisses him for the third time. It's hesitant- like he's testing the waters to see if Simon is willing to swim. Before he can pull away, Simon yanks him back in. His hands thread through Wilhelm's hair as Wilhelm wraps his arms around his waist. They pull each other impossibly close. It's their third-first-kiss and it is perfect.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

ahhh i'm indecisive either 11, 12, or 21, with yangyang please ;-;

Ima try to fit in all three LETS GOOOOOO

Hooked on a Feeling

Marvel AU; Guardians of the Galaxy AU

Prompts: 11. “Sorry to bother you, but what the hell is going on?” 12. “Babe don’t worry I got this” they do not got this. 21. “You come here often?” “I live here.”

TW: Language

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

Genre: Fluff, Angst

[Prompt List] | [Main Masterlist]

Word Count: 0.7K

Notes: I know you're into Marvel and I just watched it and Vol. 2 so why not let's go!

There were many things you regretted.

You regretted running away from home. If you stayed maybe you could be working a good job, dating a respectable person, oh and maybe your parents wouldn't have hated you. You regretted taking this job, it probably was far from a good idea to become a bounty hunter, but that's what happens when you get unceremoniously picked up by a band of mercenaries who ridiculously called themselves the Ravagers. And, probably most of all, you regretted meeting him, the person who turned your whole life upside down, literally, and the person you had mistakenly fallen for.

"Sorry to bother you," he initially asked. He was charming in an awkward way, and you really thought he was just going to ask how to get out of Xandar given the sudden attack, but nope, you were so wrong. "But what the hell is going on?" You should've known by the way he held a blaster in one hand that he was probably trouble, but this is what you get for doing one good deed.

That was three years ago. How'd you end up like this? Escaping prison was definitely not on your bucket list.

"You goddamn piece of shit! You can't even hotwire a ship right?!" You couldn't hide your pounding migraine anymore. Yangyang tapped the black and red wires together, watching the sparks between both of them fly.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"What?"

"It's kind of like when we first met, no?"

"What is?" You sighed.

"Sparks flew!" He tapped them together again, watching the electricity jump between wires. You stared at him with a deadpanned expression.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," you said with a small smile. You crouched next to him. "Are you sure you got this?"

"Babe, don't worry, I got this," he says, trying once more. It fails.

"You do lookout, amateur," you pulled him up and took his place, placing the wires close together. Then, a spark, and a connection. The ship around you burst into light. You looked up from the ground with a confident smile and Yangyang just rolls his eyes. "One shot, one kill!" You cheer to yourself.

"Uh, (Y/N)?"

"What's up, babe?" You stabilized the wiring.

"We have company," he loads his gun and you peaked your head over the dashboard, seeing about ten or so guards pointing their guns right at you. "Move over!"

"Excuse you!" He pushes you back down and moves to the drivers' seat, booting up the controls. The rumble of engines were heard, the wings of the ship lowered down, and the boosters kicked up. Then that's when the guards unleashed gunfire. "What are you planning?!"

"I'll just run them over?"

"Good god," you pulled yourself up onto the other seat, engaging offensive and defensive controls. "Do you even know how to fly this thing?"

"How different can it be from our ship?" You stared at the array of buttons.

"Very."

"Get out if you don't know what you're doing!" You were harshly pushed off the chair and replaced by another inmate who boasted that he could escape any prison.

"You're such a piece of shit, Johnny, at least have some class," Doyoung grumbles, taking another one of the seats. Yangyang presses an array of buttons and flips more switches, then the ship launched forward akin to a pinball in pachinko. You slid across the floor, Doyoung just narrowly grabbing your ankle before you tumbled out, and the ship was airborne. The entrance closed as soon as it entered the vacuum and you all relaxed.

"What the fuck?!" A new voice causes the four of you to turn to another entryway. A rather handsome fellow stood in shock while he looked at the four strangers.

"Well hello there," you looked him up and down. Yangyang kicked your side and you hissed. "You come here often?" You asked regardless.

"I live here," he answers, pointing to the picture on the wall next to you: Jung Jaehyun, Ravager Captain.

"Oh shit, we're in trouble," you swallowed harshly.

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[nixa-spark]

so uh,

I’ve kinda fell behind on inktober

I made it through day six before getting hit with the “oh yeah you have a big paper to finish in a week”

(although I’ve only posted 3 of them here so far, sorry about that)

i’m gonna catch up though I swear

[dizzydancingdreamer]

The Brooklyn Police Department | Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Wanda Maximoff

Hey lovelies! Bringing you some chaos team comedy on this fine Tuesday evening. This one was so much fun to write! Please do enjoy!

Appetizers (Tags): Fluff / Comedy

Entres (Pairing): Bucky Barnes x F!Reader, Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader (Third Person)

Sides (Prompts): 1: “I don’t like it when you have plans.”, 12: “I should not be left in charge of stuff like this. I don’t get paid enough. I don’t get paid, period.” , 16: “Can you believe they call us criminals when he’s assaulting us with that haircut?”

Notes: Requested by @imdreamingwiththestars (you better like this lol I tried to get to your level of humor but gods know I'll never be as funny as you)

Word Count: 1.2k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

“I think while we sit here we should recap why we’re all here— sound good?” She meets the eyes of three, not so happy Avengers, and smiles.

“No.” Bucky grumbles from across from her, arms crossed against his chest, scowl illuminated by the lights of the police station jail cell.

She rolls her eyes, kicking out her foot to nudge his boot. “Well too bad, it wasn’t a question. Communication is the key to happy relationships.”

“With all due respect, love—” a hand curls around her waist, drawing her attention from the annoyed super soldier to the amused god— “we all communicated and we still ended up in prison.”

“Jail—” Wanda cuts in, a sugary smile on her face— “we’re in jai, not prison. It’s different. I think.”

Bucky huffs at that and the redhead lolls her face onto his shoulder, crossing her arms as well. He blinks down at her, rolling his eyes but letting it happen, his cheeks reddening slightly under the fluorescents.

“Is it?” Loki mumbles, one of his eyebrows quirking up. “We don’t have two prison systems on Asgard. I would know. What’s the difference?”

Bucky nudges y/n’s foot back, tossing it back and forth absentmindedly. “It’s kinda like you go to jail for the petty things— like the ‘you’re an idiot for getting caught’ things— and you go to prison for the horrible things— the ‘we’re idiots for not catching you sooner’ things.”

Wanda laughs, closing her eyes. “If that’s the case then maybe we should be in prison— they’re the idiots for not catching us sooner.”

The other two laugh as well, clearly agreeing, and y/n has to bite her lip to keep from joining in. She should not be laughing at the fact that they’re all in jail together. It is kind of funny, though— the circumstances that is. Only they could manage to do something like this.

“I still can’t believe you made all the cars in the city disappear.” She huffs, the corner of her traitorus mouth ticking up.

The red-haired girls eyes fly open, cheeks flooding the same shade. “It was an accident!”

“And—” Loki chimes in matter of factly, leaning down to brush his nose across her cheek— “we brought them all back. So, no harm done.”

She barks out a laugh, slipping her hand up around his jaw, patting his cheek lightly. “Oh yeah, no harm at all, baby. Just tri-state trauma. A couple thousand trips to therapy. Can someone tell me again why, though, you made the cars disappear?”

Wanda pouts at her and y/n scrunches her nose— she wants to be mad so badly but it’s impossible. She’s too cute. They all are. It’s infuriating. She passes the witch a small smile, the humor of the situation catching up to her. She falls deeper against the trickster god, dropping her hand from his cheek and instead lacing her fingers with his. In turn his lips press against her head.

Bucky shrugs, drawing her attention to the super soldier. “I don’t like it when you have plans.”

He says it so nonchalantly, an easy grin spread across his handsome face. He says it like it’s a fact. She supposes that it is but that still doesn’t explain anything. She nudges his foot back, rolling her eyes, and all he does is wink at her. It’s quite clear that he doesn’t give a single shit about the actions that lead up to his back being pressed against the concrete wall of the Brooklyn Police Department cells.

“To be fair—” Wanda adds— “it was only supposed to be one car.”

“Your car.” Loki.

She sighs— she should have seen that one coming. “My car?”

“Yep.”

“Yes.”

The god and the witch give their affirmatives and her eyes flit to Bucky for the third confirmation.

“I really don’t like when you have plans?” Bucky shrugs again, only looking slightly more guilty about it— as in, not at all still.

She sighs, thumping her head against Loki. “I was going grocery shopping— and I asked if you wanted to come with me!”

The god behind her laughs, his chest purring below her. “And I told you, love, that I didn’t.”

“So the immediate course of action was to make my car vanish?”

Bucky snorts and Wanda giggles alongside him, both clearly amused. “We were on a time crunch, doll. You were walking out the door.”

Y/n huffs, smile twisting her lips, a few giggles spilling out of her lips. A family of criminals, that’s now what they are. Quite literally as thick as thieves. Stark’s probably having a field day with this one right now. She can already hear the lecture. You’re supposed to be keeping them in line, Y/n. Whatever, tinman. How about you try it if it’s so easy. She giggles harder— she would give all the money in her wallet to see him in this cell.

“You guys are the worst—” she laughs, finally breaking because, hey, what else is she supposed to do— “I can’t believe you got me taken down with you. I’m an innocent!”

“Aiding and abetting is still a crime.” Bucky teases.

“How did I—”

“You tried to shove me in the closet.” Wanda deapans.

Oh. Yeah. She did do that, didn’t she? Oops.

“If you hadn’t have started laughing it would have worked.” She grumbles back, shaking her head at the witch who— as is on brand for her at this point— giggles.

“It’s not my fault! Bucky was—”

“I should not be left in charge of stuff like this. I don’t get paid enough. I don’t get paid, period.”

Wanda’s plea gets lost in the sound of an exhausted, familiar voice. Pepper Potts rounds the corner in the next second, head turned to the guard beside her, keys clutched firmly in one hand and cellphone in the other, held away from her face. The press no doubt.

“Never date an Avenger—” she scolds the guard, her tone light but her eyes serious— “you’ll go grey at thirty.”

Pepper’s eyes snap to y/n and she raises her strawberry blonde brows, shaking her head. That was definitely aimed at her. Too late, Pepper. Another guard rounds the corner, stopping to join the conversation, and y/n turns back to the rag tag team— her rag tag team— reiterating Pepper’s head shake through one of her own. She slides forward, pulling Loki along with her, until she's huddled against the wall between the super soldier and the god. Wanda doesn’t protest, only sits up long enough for her head to shift from one shoulder to the next.

For a few moments they just sit there in silence, listening to Pepper bargain for their freedom, until finally Bucky speaks up, his voice gravelly and not nearly as low as should be. He really doesn’t give a fuck.

“Can you believe they call us criminals when he’s assaulting us with that haircut?”

Three groans sound— three stifled giggles— as Pepper’s head springs up, her eyes bugging out of her face.

“Bucky!”

“What did he say?”

“You little punk!” Little— sure.

And that is the story of how James “Bucky” Barnes earned a witch, a god, a girlfriend, and him, a super soldier, four extra hours at the Brooklyn Police Department.