#Prompt Roulette By Title

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A Song Without Its Lyrics

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A's best friend, Character B, is mute. That sure as hell doesn't stop Character B from somehow being the brightest, most expressive person starring in Character A's life.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of calling others 'pests'. Mentions of select mutism. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of being apathetic

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“If you just listen for two seconds-” 

“Why should I? Everything you’ve said up until this point has been worthless.” 

Vincent almost wants to yawn, watching the conversation between Scott and David go in yet another circle. Not that he cares if an agreement is made tonight. No one knows he’s even here, and he wouldn’t have bothered to show up if William hadn’t commanded him to make sure the negotiations didn’t get too out of hand.

Literally. The owner of Fazbear Corporation might be worried a certain egotistical employee will abuse the fact he’s a giant and therefore grab a certain ‘supervisor’ who’s small enough to fit in the palm of his hand in the heat of the moment, but Vincent knows that wouldn’t happen. Not when pests don’t deserve to so much as even look at him, none the less have the honor to be held by him. 

Though, ‘negotiations’ is a bit of a stretch. Scott has been negotiating and trying his hardest to get David on the same page. It’s David who refuses to budge, finding every excuse imaginable to disagree with something he might have even thought of but refuses to give in solely based on principle. 

It’d be admirable and entertaining if it wasn’t so childish. To be honest, Vincent’s unsure what they’re even discussing currently, nor the original reason why Scott, Eggs, and David met up at Freddy Fazbear’s. 

Personally, at this point, he’d take Eggs out of timeout to contribute to see if anything can get done tonight, even if it’s something as simple as setting up a schedule for every restaurant on when the mechanic can run diagnostic checks and fix anything that’s needed. It might not even be part of the agenda, but at least it’d be something. 

“Look, we need to work together on this, and-” 

“I don’t want to hear another word,” David interrupts yet again. Which is a bad look all around, using the fact his voice can overpower Scott’s effortlessly to gain complete control over the situation. But Vincent isn’t here to be a babysitter, or report to William the man that was hired partly for PR is nothing but a bully behind closed doors. If Scott can’t handle such petty tactics then he’ll need to learn how. “William might listen to your idiotic suggestions, but it’s clear you have no idea what you’re doing considering I’m here. So shut up and let me work.” 

Despite being several feet away from where Scott stands on a table in order to be on an ‘equal level’, though the attempt is completely ruined by the fact David’s standing to ensure his shadow is cast over the miniscule figure, Vincent can see the sandy haired man’s expression clearly. Every shift as the look goes from fear, to anger, to despair, finally landing on determination. 

I’m not going to shut up. You are going to sit down and we are going to converse like God damn adults.

It’s only when David doesn’t respond with confusion written all over his face does Vincent realize Scott had signed the words rather than say them out loud. 

And then Vincent isn’t hiding in the shadows at Freddy Fazbear’s, waiting for the business man to react. Instead, he’s sitting at a table. In a different though similar restaurant. With a much younger Scott Cawthon sitting beside his hand. One that isn’t purple. Without a single look of trepidation aimed toward it. 

...it’s been a while since he thought about his life before William. 

“Did I do something to earn the silent treatment?” he had asked. Gently poked Scott in the attempt to get some kind of reaction. Because it was the first time his best friend wasn’t ranting about how a mother blew up on him even though her ire was directed toward another coworker. Or excitedly discussing the fact their bosses were working on a new project and they’ll be one of the first ones to see it. 

It concerned him. Scott was the only one who saw Vincent’s words and actions as more than just him being an annoying asshole. And he didn’t want to lose the human’s friendship if he crossed a line somewhere. 

He was glad he didn’t receive a glare or a yell for demanding attention when it clearly didn’t want to be given. But even though the headshake given was immediate and decisive, nothing was said. Which meant he was still worried, just for different reasons. 

The worst part was the fact Scott looked so upset, panicked, and yet still not a single word was spoken. 

“Has the free food left you speechless?” Vincent mused. “We have it, what, a minimum of five times a week if not more? But this time it managed to blow your mind how amazing reheated frozen pizza can be?”  He hadn’t thought about it before, considering it’s not something you really focus on, but it was then he realized just how expressive Scott was. Maybe because he’s human, and being around giants has you unconsciously doing everything in your power to always be heard or noticed. It meant Scott should never play poker or else lose all of his money, but it also made it easy to see the relief that Vincent wasn’t upset. As well as the cautious hope that slowly began to appear. 

Vincent was happy to continue. Tapped his chin as he hummed in thought. “Going for a world record, then? Longest without saying anything?” 

Scott rolled his eyes dramatically with a look of ‘really?’. 

“Hey, I won’t judge. But don’t expect me to help, you’ve got to time it yourself.” 

It was so brief, a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and it didn’t help just how small the human is. But Scott looked hurt by his words. 

Which meant Vincent swept him up. There wasn’t even a yelp, but a finger was hugged in order for Scott to steady himself from the sudden action. Looked up at the giant with worry. 

“We’re watching a movie at my place.” 

“I’m sorry,” had been the first thing Scott said to him the next day. 

It pissed Vincent off his best friend felt the need to apologize for something that seemed out of his control. Wanted to find whoever put the idea Scott should be ashamed of it and punch them in the face. “What for? I thought we had a great time of you silently agreeing all of my opinions are correct and should never be challenged.” 

There was a wince, but there was also a smile. “I, uh, kn-know it’s annoying.” 

“Annoying?” Vincent asked. “Unless it’s annoying for you, it’s anything but annoying for me.” 

“You weren’t, but I, I couldn’t-” Scott sputtered, looked genuinely confused. “H-How?” 

“Adds to your charm, Scotty,” Vincent smirked. “Like your stutters.” 

He didn’t ask why. And Scott didn’t tell him. 

But the next time it happened several months later he sat the human down. Forcefully. Because Scott avoided him for as long as possible before the giant managed to snag him. “Do you know ASL, Scotty?” 

That stopped Scott from running away. Which was best for all of them considering all Vincent had to do was pin him without any effort. 

He was suspicious, uncertain why that was the first thing asked, but shook his head no. 

“Then you and I are going to learn it.” 

Because even though Vincent knew how to sign and read important phrases, and could go through the very tedious process of conversing by spelling every single word out, he was far from fluent. But he would like to be. He wanted to for a while ever since he learned in order to make sure every child could be included whenever the band started to play. Giving Scott a voice when his own didn’t work was just the last push he needed. 

To be honest, Scott would’ve been fine on his own without learning any sign language. It’s impossible to misinterpret what the human was saying considering just how expressive he was, but there would be scenarios when being able to say what you mean and want would be crucial. 

And there did come a time when Scott’s only words was strictly through signing. When William came into their lives. When the human could no longer express any kind of emotion. 

When Vincent finally realized what took his best friend’s voice away. 

That’s why, for the first time in years, Vincent feels a wave of protection grip him with an iron fist as he fully registers why Scott is suddenly signing instead of speaking despite the fact David wouldn’t be able to read it. Because his voice has been stolen away. And this is the only way to say what he wants to. 

A far cry from before when all he could do was obey without a way to fight back. 

Vincent’s body is moving before he can tell it to, stepping out of the shadows with the intent to kill David where he- 

“Oooooh, are you gonna take that, David?” Eggs suddenly asks, looking up at the giant with a wicked grin. Manages to freeze Vincent in place by words alone. 

“Take what?” the business man demands. 

“Scott telling you to sit down and stop being an asshole!” 

Vincent feels the pounding rage slowly subside until he’s backing into the shadows again before any of them manage to spot him. Stares at the blond human who was able to make sure Scott was heard. 

“No I’m not going to take it. He knows nothing about keeping a restaurant running properly.” 

I’m not saying I do, I’m saying there’s things you should know about the building Afton hasn’t told you about.

Scott started signing halfway through David’s growl, but Eggs had been watching to listen to both. “Scott’s got a good point, though. William might have trap doors lying around.” 

David stares down at them. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Sit down and Scott’ll explain!” 

Surprisingly, the giant does. Grumbling all the while, but he does. “Explain about the possibility of trap doors.” 

No trap doors, but it’s worse than that.

“The vent’s were replaced with snakes!” 

No.

Vincent ignores the rest of the conversation. Feels his entire body finally relax. Left to try and understand what happened, and why there’s a small piece of him that hadn’t been there before that’s still wanting to go to Scott’s side. 

With it clear Eggs is acting as a mediator, the purple man quickly makes his way out of the building before turning down the sidewalk leading to William’s office. Knowing that in a few hours, Scott will join him to report what was able to get accomplished. Because nothing has changed. William’s word is law with Vincent and Scott his messengers to obey every word said to them without hesitation. 

So why does it feel like he’s losing his best friend. 

[aventurineswife]

Hello ^^ How about i request something about reader being like aven in a way that they have walls too (yes, we're usually sweet to him in the established relationships). But like, i'm curious how it'd be for two people with difficulty admitting their own feelings.

Basically: mutual pining with aven and no one is admitting anything because it'd take a lot to admit it. Not in an enemies way, but just because they both think they don't deserve the other. "i think theyre just being nice to me bc i always hangout with them" kind of oblivious but others would think you're both dating. Until someone like topaz or ratio got fed up with it lol. I'd love to see your take on this.

Thank you! Please do whatever you can with this description, I believe in you ♪

“Don't you want me like I want you, baby? Don't you need me like I need you now?”

Summary: You and Aventurine, despite your deep feelings for one another, have built emotional walls that keep you from confessing. Both of you believe the other is just being nice, too oblivious to realize you're mutually pining. That is, until Topaz and Ratio grow tired of watching the two of you dance around your feelings and step in to smack some sense into you.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Confession in the Rain, Fluff, Emotional Vulnerability, Topaz & Ratio Being Matchmakers, Subtle Romantic Gestures, Light Angst with a Happy Ending.

Warnings: Minor self-doubt and insecurity from both characters

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A CUTE PROMPT!! 😭 AND I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS!! ESPECIALLY BEFORE AVENTURINE AND YOU WOULD GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP, THIS SUITS SO WELL!! THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT AND BELIEVING IN ME!!��🫶💖 I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! (Ifyk the title yk🤭)

The click of glasses clinking echoed through the room as a sea of gold and velvet flowed around you. The IPC’s high-profile event had you standing at the corner of the lavish hall, drink in hand, stealing glances at Aventurine across the room. He was his usual self, smiling that easy, carefree grin while chatting up the attendees, his sandy-blond hair perfectly styled, magenta and cyan eyes gleaming.

You sighed softly, feeling the familiar tightness in your chest.

It was so obvious to everyone else—the stolen glances, the shared moments of quiet company, the lingering touches that could be dismissed as nothing. To you, though, it was an enigma. You couldn’t fathom that Aventurine, with his charm and confidence, could actually feel something for you. No, he was just being nice, right? He was always kind to those close to him.

But maybe that’s all you were—a close friend. A confidante.

"Of course, he doesn't feel anything more..." you muttered, running a hand through your hair, as if the action would sweep away the doubt.

Unbeknownst to you, Aventurine was having a similar struggle. Even as he entertained the crowd, his mind was on you. He hadn’t been able to shake that tightening in his chest every time your gazes met across the room. He knew you were kind, gentle even, but surely, you were just being nice because of how often you spent time together. And he? He certainly didn’t deserve you. Not with the walls he kept up.

His fingers played with the roulette-detailing on his sleeve as he watched you from the corner of his eye. ‘How could someone so warm even look my way?’ Aventurine thought. The idea of confessing, of breaking the silence, seemed too daunting—too risky, even for someone like him who played with fate itself.

It was a strange dance, this oblivious pining. And everyone around you was done watching it.

“Are you serious?” Topaz’s voice cut through the polite conversation with the sharpness of a blade. She stood there, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in an almost imperious arch as she sized you and Aventurine up.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, trying to play dumb.

Topaz narrowed her eyes. “You and Aventurine. Everyone in the IPC knows. Heck, even Numby knows.”

Ratio, standing beside her, shook his head, clearly exasperated. “It’s painful to watch, honestly. You two are practically dating without even realizing it. How much longer are you both going to keep this up?”

A flush crept up your cheeks, and you felt your heart stumble over itself. “W-what? No. We’re not—”

“Oh, please,” Topaz interjected, rolling her eyes. “Don’t even try that excuse. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. It’s like you’re the only one in the room. And don’t even get me started on how you gaze at him when you think no one’s watching.”

You were stunned into silence, and Ratio sighed, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Don’t overthink it. Just… talk to him. He’s probably thinking the same things you are.”

As if on cue, you spotted Aventurine making his way to the exit, slipping away unnoticed by the crowd. The sky outside had turned stormy, and you felt something twist in your chest, urging you to follow.

The rain poured down in a steady rhythm as you caught up to Aventurine, his overcoat already soaked, but he didn’t seem to mind. His back was to you as he stood under the awning, staring out into the storm.

“Hey,” you called out, breathless from both the rush and the nerves building inside you. “Aventurine, wait!”

He turned at the sound of your voice, and for a moment, his expression was unreadable. You felt the words stick in your throat, the intensity of the moment hanging heavy between you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You swallowed hard, heart hammering as you took a step closer. “I… needed to talk to you.”

His eyes flickered with something—hope, maybe? But also a hint of wariness. “What about?”

Taking a deep breath, you searched for the right words, every inch of you trembling with nerves. “Topaz and Ratio—they think we’re dating. And, well, I… I didn’t know what to say.”

Aventurine stiffened slightly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “Oh...” was all he managed, voice unusually quiet.

You hurried to fill the silence. “They said we’ve been acting like we’re… more than friends, but I didn’t think you’d—”

His gaze snapped back to yours, a flash of emotion crossing his face before he schooled it into that familiar smile. “And what do you think?” he asked, but his voice was a little too casual, too light.

“I think…” you hesitated, your walls creeping back up, fighting the vulnerability of the moment. “I think I’ve been lying to myself.”

That caught his attention, and he straightened, the air between you charged with tension. The rain drummed softly around you, a perfect backdrop to the storm of emotions swirling within.

“I’ve been telling myself you were just being kind to me. Because I was around, or because I was useful, I don’t know. I thought I didn’t deserve you.” you admitted, the weight of the confession making your chest tighten.

Aventurine stared at you, stunned into silence. His smile faltered, and in its place, something softer, more raw, slipped through. “You thought you didn’t deserve me?” he murmured, incredulity coloring his tone. “All this time…”

He chuckled, but there was no humor in it—just a deep, aching understanding. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. That you were just being nice because I was there. That maybe I didn’t deserve someone like you.”

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice, the real him peeking through.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, the rain still falling around you both. “I thought… if I let myself hope for more, I’d lose you.”

You swallowed hard, overwhelmed by the depth of his words. “I’m not going anywhere.” you whispered, voice trembling.

And then, before either of you could second-guess yourselves, you closed the remaining distance, your lips crashing together in a kiss that was both hesitant and fervent. The rain soaked through your clothes, but you didn’t care—the warmth of the kiss, of finally closing that distance, was all that mattered.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless, Aventurine’s smile was different—softer, more real. “Guess we’ve both been fools, haven’t we?”

You laughed, the tension between you finally breaking as the rain continued to fall. “Yeah, I guess we have.”

From a nearby window, Topaz and Ratio watched with satisfied grins.

“Took them long enough.” Topaz muttered, arms crossed, a smirk on her face.

Ratio nodded. “At least now we can stop pretending we didn’t see all those obvious looks.”

[fayes-fics]

Needy

Pariing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: short blurb with a needy Anthony...

Warnings: 18+smut, minors DNI, dom-sub undertones, sub!Anthony, handjob, edging, teasing, vaginal penetration, creampie.

Word Count: 0.4k

Authors Note: Tonight I did a smut writing sprint with a talented mutual. I haven't written any smut in almost 2 months and felt I needed the practice. I used a roulette wheel to pick a Bridgerton (Anthony or Benedict), an era (modern or regency) and a phrase from a list of prompts (result: "Faster! Please, let me come!”). This is the result. Unbetaed filth written in 30 mins. thanks to @colettebronte for the title. Err enjoy!

It’s a fun game. 

Watching him like this. A sheen over his forehead, his bottom lip reddening from his own teeth, eyebrows so expressive, large doe eyes pleading under fluttering lids.

“Please…” a broken, rough, panted appeal. 

A bead of sweat trails down his neck, getting caught in the fuzz of hair on his chest as it rises and falls rapidly.

“Maybe…” you tease, but your movements stay languid, slow, almost torturously so.

It's not your fault -  you can't resist a Viscount, only this Viscount, right on the tart edge of frustration and need. Desire and defeat a war on his face. A powerful, worldly man utterly, willingly, wantonly at your mercy.

His cock is so hot and hard, in a swollen, reddened, almost angry state. Leaking profusely over your knuckles every time you squeeze just a fraction on the slow upstroke, eliciting the most adorable stutter of tiny staccato moans from him as if it hurts as much as it feels good.

“Faster!” he pleads desperately. “Please, please let me come!”

Your laugh is almost mocking in its hollow refrain, giving his shaft a powerful squeeze, a solid grip of just two fingers in a tight circle around the root, knowing gripping him there will just prolong the experience, delay his orgasm even further.

He growls in frustration and screws his eyes shut, throwing his head back, a solid thunk noise as it hits the wall.

“Don't pretend this isn't exactly what you want, Bridgerton,” you taunt silkily, restarting your leisurely movement up his shaft, feeling each ridge and vein pass under your fingers, watching the twitch in his downy thighs as you reach his head and twist your hand slightly, more precum coating your fingers for the downwards pass.

He lolls his head to the side, towards where you sit next to him, and his eyes flutter open. He looks wrecked, utterly debauched… and completely devoted.

“It is…” he confesses under the crest of another moan.

“I know, baby, I know…” you placate, giving an extra squeeze of reassurance that has his whole body flex, arching upwards so beautifully like poetry. “You’ve been so good; perhaps it's time for me to put you out of your misery?” you offer

His enthused nod and hopeful, humble expression are what break your resolve. Taking pity, you straddle him quickly and sink onto that glorious cock in one swift move.

His groan echoes up the walls, and he is immediately cumming inside you. His whole body is on fire, twisting and twitching beneath you as he pushes deep and comes hard, the warmth blooming inside you.

“Good boy…” you smirk, cupping his jaw and letting his unfocussed, glassy eyes roam your face as you pet his cheekbones.

No taglist as this was a silly little blurb sprint.

[android-and-ale]

2024 Spirk Fic Year In Review

After a five year dry spell, I finally started writing again in late 2023. Creating fanfic has been a shock and a joy to me this year. It's incredible going into 2025 once more feeling confident in my ability to assemble words into sentences.

This year I added another 50K words to One Daily Shoulder Pat, posted 12 short stories (complete fics under 10K words), wrote my first Spirk poem, and created some very special pasta art.

It's interesting to look back and see trends in my own work. This has been a year of ridiculous Vulcan names, bemusingly wholesome dirty talk, and flipping the script on reliable tropes.

Here's a list of links to all of it. If you're following me for One Daily Shoulder Pat, I humbly invite you to take a peek at some of my short work to hold you over while waiting for new chapters.

FANFIC

Not in Front of the Klingons rated E, 6766 words

Old Married Spirk completely destroy a hotel room with middle aged sexual shenanigans. There are also Romulans and one very disgruntled Starfleet Admiral.

T'Ruth and Consequences rated T, 2354 words (no Spirk)

The bored teenage daughters of a Vulcan and Romulan diplomat decide to swap clothes for the night.

External Existence rated E, 2457 words

There are a lot of stories about Jim freaking out when he sees Spock's alien junk for the first time. In this fic, it's Spock's turn to be shocked by what Jim's packing.

Discounts at Starbase One rated M, 3654 words

My most popular fic this year! Y'all really like my zany take on an accidental bonding story!

And Filled With Tomorrows rated E, 5886 words (not fluff)

My "City on the Edge of Forever" fic won a silver at this year's Philon awards. It's a soft, gentle story in a cold, hard world. Plus, there's a bonus scavenger hunt for classic book titles embeded into the text!

The Herald of Surprise rated M, 5165 Words

This sequel to Replicator Roulette is full of S'chnanigans. Spock sends Michael Burnam a pic of her Spencer's Gift Troll level holiday present in action, setting off a sibling drama spiral.

Featuring art by @celestialvoyeur!

Lie Back and Think of Vulcan rated E, 8455 words

Part 3 of the "Panic at the Disco" fics. Fluffy relationship shenanigans ensue as Kirk visits Spock on the Enterprise. Reading the earlier ones adds some backstory, but this can be enjoyed entirely on its own.

Featuring art by @celestialvoyeur!

Formerly Pinky's Pleasure Planet rated T, 9956 words

Pre-Relationship Jim and Spock, two men unable to enjoy shore leave at the best of times, face off on a relaxing pleasure planet in an attempt to solve a mystery first. Meanwhile their respective crews are there for the cheap drinks and beach games.

Featuring art by @justveeing!

Sulu's Secret Stash rated T, 3547 words

With only three days left before a dreaded shipwide inspection by an admiral with a grudge, Kirk and Spock must face the ire of the crew in order to rid the Enterprise of its most popular contraband.

Space Sirens rated E, 5683 words

Kirk plays Odysseus among the Sirens in my Aliens Made Them Do It fic.

The Admiral's Toaster rated T, 6839 words

Instead of taking disabled Pike to Talos, they take him to Omicron Ceti III - better known as the Pollen Planet.

Featuring art by George Henry!

Illogical Consequences rated T, 2624 words

An illicit tabloid recording of Jim and Spock alone on shore leave lands them in front of Starfleet Command.

ART

Imagine the Pastabilities

12 types of pasta 2 iconic Space Husbands 1 K/S Advent prompt

POETRY

Numerological Fallacy

While Jim sleeps, Spock ponders what their future together will mean

[jacky-rubou]

April is the Cruelest Month Masterlist

All the fics I have written for @aprilisthecruelestmonth, all in one convenient spot (along with the playlist I made for them). Please read the tags for violent/dark content.

Spotify playlist for the songs I used as titles

Day 1 Prompt: Blood on Hands

Day 2 Prompt: Branding

Day 3 Prompt: Paranoia

Day 4 Prompt: Hunted

Day 5 Prompt: Forced To Beg

Day 6 Prompt: Hidden Injury

Day 7 Prompt: "No, No Hospitals"

Day 8 Prompt: Made To Watch

Day 9 Prompt: Amnesia

Day 10 Prompt: "It's Your Fault"

Day 11 Prompt: Nausea

Day 12 Prompt: Torture + Electrocution

Day 13 Prompt: Fighting Through The Pain

Day 14 Prompt: Pre-Mortem Autopsy

Day 15 Prompt: Falling Through The Ice + Drowning

Day 16 Prompt: Sleep Deprivation

Day 17 Prompt: Public Execution

Day 18 Prompt: Used As Bait

Day 19 Prompt: Stranded

Day 20 Prompt: Collapsed + Suffocation

Day 21 Prompt: "Don't Leave Me Here" + Broken Bone

Day 22 Prompt: Migraine

Day 23 Prompt: Stumbling

Day 24 Prompt: A Game Of Roulette

Day 25 Prompt: Stalking

Day 26 Prompt: Infection

Day 27 Prompt: Weeping

Day 28 Prompt: Over Work

Day 29 Prompt: Broken Trust

Day 30 Prompt: Waking Up Disoriented

That's all of them! Hope you guys enjoyed this month! I know I did! :)

[smahell]

➸ Hit Me With It, Lucifer!

synopsis: Lucifer knew very well what he was dealing with just staring at the child in front of him: pouty, impotent and spoiled. As a member of the mafia, it wasn't often that he had to deal with children; but perhaps, this odd babysitting job would do him more good. tags/content: platonic lucifer and luke just playing blackjack together but with a hint of found family. mentions of animal poaching. NO romance: literally just fluffy paternal feels. a/n: i don't really post fic content/oneshots here, but here we go! i'm glad i was able to write something short and sweet about these two! this was written as a part of the Blacjak’s Prompt Roulette event organized by @obeymevents - the prompt i was given was Mafia!AU, and I tried my best to stick to it!

When Lucifer had to babysit Luke, the tea table beside his office became an arena for greater challenges. It was worn, a little wobbly, but it wasn’t as if anyone needed to use it for more than just writing anyways. It shifted, only slightly, as Luke’s legs swung under the table; on it lay a pack of finely shuffled cards next to four mismatched keyrings from his bag: “chips”, as they called them. “We have time for another round before you head to bed.” Lucifer noted, habitually shuffling the deck of cards again.

Lucifer, or "The Poacher,” as he was known, had his own cutthroat way of dealing with his underlings; the name itself came from some gossip — a rumour that Lucifer captured poached live animals to show his enemies what he could make of them under one mistake. Anyone unfortunate to catch wind of his name, nonetheless cross paths with him, would find out that he truly wasn’t the kind of person you’d want to exchange wits or deals with.The boy however, eyed the keyring of a toy truck. Ten, maybe eleven years old, a little thin but a sweet tooth big enough to give him round chubby cheeks. Nobody in their right mind would keep a child with Lucifer of all people, but Simeon has emphasized that nobody else had any time to look after him. So, here Luke stayed.

("He's a good kid, Lucifer. Not as fussy as others his age: a little too blunt, but he'll warm up to you with time, hm?”)

Luke pushed the truck into the middle of the table. “I’ll put one more on then..” The kid mumbled. “Kid” – he hated the title more than anything, but he still pouted slightly, “That’s the rarest one I’ve got. Simeon gave it to me.”

“Then you’d better play well,” Lucifer said, handing him two cards, face down, whilst taking two from the top.

Immediately Luke flipped them over, revealing a king and a queen. Twenty, right? He bit his cheek at the potential risk, trying to keep a straight face because that was what most grown-ups did when under pressure. Keep calm, no pressure, Luke told himself.

“You’d be taking too much of a risk picking another card.” Lucifer muttered, smiling gently as he saw the other frown. “I say you stand so you don’t risk going over twenty one. It’s dangerous, you know.”

“..You can go first.” Luke burst out nervously. Any plan that he had was so highly dependent on whatever the hell Lucifer would get the next try, so either Lucifer would bust, or he wouldn’t get high enough to twenty one. Unlike most grown-ups, he’d wait.

“If you say so, then.”

Lucifer flipped over his two cards, revealing a six of aces and seven of spades. He tapped the table, and Luke sighed, passing him his card across the table.

King.

“Busted,” Lucifer remarked flatly, pushing the toy truck back to him.

“Yay! I did it! I-I mean..” Luke coughed, cleaning his throat.” I mean, I expected that to happen since I bet on it.” Lucifer’s eyebrow lifted, “Expected that to happen?” You seemed nervous even putting it up, Luke.” “I still expected it. It was an act.” Luke said, a little too quickly. “You don’t have to act twice your age, Luke. “ “No I’m not.” “You are.”

It was only then that Luke stopped a fruitless battle and pushed his keyrings to the side, pretending to check them for any dirt and damages, when in reality, Luke’s fingers clenched at the only reminders of Michael he had left.

Lucifer noticed too, noticed that he didn’t really question why Simeon had gone out to clean up the mess that Michael had made before he upped and left everyone in shambles. Or why Lucifer was surrounded by other men at meetings with cold eyes and cutthroat words.Luke never questioned why Lucifer made time for him at the end of the day.

“One more round.” Luke took the deck again, shuffling the cards, “But I want you to bet the peacock feather you carry everywhere.”

“This feather is real, you know.”

“Then,” Luke mimicked his intonation, “you’d better play well.”

A quite rare chuckle escaped him, as he took the cards to deal them out again. “You know this isn’t how babysitting normally works, right?”

“But.. this isn’t how mafia bosses act either, right?”

Lucifer’s face turned pensive, sighing through his nose, “You don’t understand it at all. You don’t understand what you’re talking about.” Luke pouted for a moment. “Everyone thinks you’re a scary man. Everyone’s scared of you. When you entered the restaurant when we went out to eat everyone went silent. Everyone says you do bad stuff.” “And what do you think of me?” Luke smiled, albeit sheepishly whilst he tried to come up with something to say without being too brutally honest. “You do bad stuff… But.. You’re still good. Mostly. It’s nothing special.”

A glare from Lucifer shined that hint of cruelty and callousness nestled behind crimson eyes. “You think I’m good?” ”..We play games together when you have free time.”

A long silence stretched between them, full of unspoken tension. Lucifer sighed, slow and deep, like something within him was settling.

“There are some things you can’t gamble with, Luke.” “Like what?” “Family.” Luke’s eyes widened for a second, but he stayed silent, trying to hide flushed ears and partially bewildered expression.

“You don't.. actually do that to animals, do you? They're our friends.”

Lucifer shook his head, dealing the cards out again, “Not true. Though this peacock feather is real; I found it on a trip to Spain for a business meeting, and have preserved it ever since. 

“Besides,” Lucifer said, face softening, “Certain brothers of mine have attachments to animals. I could never break their spirits like that.”

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A few rounds later, and Luke was tucked in on the couch; Lucifer stood for a while, watching him rest.

An idling engine hummed outside the door, emitted from a sleek dark-red car waiting at the curb, headlights cutting through the darkness. A figure in the passenger seat looked up from his phone through tinted sunglasses.

“Yo, Lucifer! You ready to head out tonight?”

Lucifer leaned on the doorway, sighing into the cold night air and shaking his head.

"Not tonight. Busy."

For a moment the man rolled his eyes, muttering a curse or two but still rolled up the window in quiet understanding. The car pulled away in relative silence. In this house, at this table, with cards and plastic toys, he wasn't The Poacher.

He was just someone learning how to be a person again.

-> thank you for reading! i'm thinking about cross-posting this on ao3 + adding extra to this au there <3, and thank you to everyone participating in the event :D

5/18/25 - no reposting/translating to other platforms, thx!

[pico-digital-studios]

EXE May Part 2: Sally.exe Recreation

Now we're onto the second batch of EXE May (again, hosted by @electricsakura16) images, this time focused around a retake/recreation of Sally.EXE and Sonic.exe's true plan within.

Now, I am completely aware of the infamous plagiarism that plagues the creepypasta, so for these prompts, I chose to deviate and do my own thing for this retake. Click "Keep reading" if you wish to see each prompt.

Day 9: Sally.exe Prelude

Day 10: Up for Round 2?

The title screen itself isn't too out of the ordinary, except for the fact that there's nobody in sight, and the menu system is replaced by the "PRESS START" prompt from Knuckles in Sonic 2. Upon pressing enter to begin the game, however, a message appears with an instruction...

Day 11: Not Perfect

The first character in line is Amy, who is given a regular Emerald Hill level to rush through. Along the way, she encountered a prototype checkpoint lying out in the open, and it spawned in a set of stars that didn't vanish even if the checkpoint wasn't on-screen. So the player opted to send her through to a run of the Special Stage.

Win or lose, she would be ejected out afterwards to a monochrome Hill Top Zone, or at least the caves inside them, with lava rising to the top of the chasm. Amy was given the task of platforming to the top of the area while avoiding making contact with the lava at all costs. Unfortunately, the way out was locked off by a figure that didn't resemble Sonic in the darkness, and she was given no chance but to sink into the lava and melt away painfully.

FOUR DOWN, AND ONE TO GO. THEN THE FUN BEGINS! GET THE ROULETTE READY, FOR IT SHALL SOON BE RABBIT SEASON!

Day 12: Kind & Fair

The fifth is Cream, who starts off within Casino Night Zone as her only stage. Of course, there's not an enemy in sight, but there is a lot of rings and gimmicks dotted about the level. The second act had the beta Casino Night assets to mix things up, though Cream ran into trouble once she reached a makeshift boss arena.

Rather than any enemy approaching, she caught sight of the silhouette next to a lever. Once it was pulled, the floor opened under her and sent her to a roulette, where the result was three symbols matching that of the odd figure. In response, the same effect happened as with three Robotniks, only here, the mines didn't stop coming, and once they finally stopped, Cream lifelessly fell to the bottom of the pit and the darkness surrounding it.

Afterwards, a familiar pair of glowing eyes loomed over her corpse, a light of her fur colour coming out of her body...

Day 13: Act 9

A major inspiration for my recreation of Sally.exe was Saturnium's retake of the creepypasta, particularly with the implications that Sally herself is responsible for the deaths of both Amy and Cream rather than a Sonic entity. Makes sense with the "Sally.exe" title, doesn't it?

Anyway, the level is an expanded Death Egg Zone with the world below shrouded in darkness, and the HUD and Sally look wrong, a sign that the game's finally falling apart after trying to uphold its facade. Flashes to the murders she's committed are shown, before she finally reaches the open arena where HE lurks in wait.

Day 14: Sonic, My Love...

Day 15: Sally.exe Ending

In case you haven't figured it out by now, a ritual using the souls of Tails, Knuckles, Eggman, Amy and Cream was enacted by Sonic.exe in order to consume the entire planet with fire, flames, death and destruction, and thanks to using the Sally vessel to claim the last two, he has been successful. Now, all of the digital world is doomed, with no hope for salvation anymore. And it just so happens he's taken interest in YOU now. For now, though, it's...

GAME OVER

[annabthesolitarywriter]

Hallmark Christmas Fanfic

Prompt: Hallmark Christmas fanfic=>“Almost kiss but somebody walks in.” [Prompt provided by @lucifers-legions]

Title: My One & Only

Characters: Éomer, Lothíriel, Éothain

Pairings: Éomer x Lothíriel

CW: none

Synopsis: Éomer and Lothíriel are decorating the Christmas tree and discussing

gingerbread houses when an unannounced visitor shows up at their place.

Word count: (AO3 stats=>3,297 words)

Also posted on AO3!

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION AND NOTES

This is my first time writing Éomer and Lothíriel, so I really don't know what I am doing. I usually struggle when it comes to writing canon pairings, which is why I mostly tend to focus on my OCs and the few canon characters I feel I know how to write. The prompt was suggested by my friend and Tumblr mutual luciferslegions (@lucifers-legions on Tumblr) as a part of a Hallmark roulette game she came up with. The participants were meant to write a story based on two random canon characters and a random prompt. I got Éothíriel (I suppose I was lucky) and my prompt was "Almost kiss, but somebody walks in." I am generally not very good at writing couples, kissing scenes, smut and the likes, but this was something I felt I could try my hand at. I hope it's not too bad/cringy and if it is...be kind about it. Do let me know what you think ( I am all for honesty and transparency), but, please, be civil about it.

Also, Lothíriel's last name is Swann in this (Yes, like Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean). Originally it was supposed to be "Amroth", but then I thought Swann was a much better fit, both because it sounds much more like a modern last name and because…y'know, the Swan Knights of Dol Amroth. I decided to go with Éomer Eorl because…it sounds good to me.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the story!

My One & Only

“I think we are finished.”

Lothíriel Swann stood on her toes as she attempted to carefully place the newly-chosen ornament—a giant golden swan—on the very top of the huge Christmas tree her boyfriend, Éomer Eorl, had gifted her a few weeks prior. Although he had enjoyed decorating the house with lights, wreaths, stockings and ribbons, he failed to understand why he should put so much effort into embellishing a pine tree that would eventually have to be discarded. He quite simply could not wrap his head around it and had tried to reason with his girlfriend about it. Unfortunately, Lothíriel would not hear of it, and had forced him to participate in what he considered to be an unnecessarily strenuous and laborious activity. He had set up the tree for her and had patiently helped choose the most beautiful ornaments, which included several handmade horse-shaped knick-knacks. Those very same ornaments had been a Christmas present from Lothíriel and Éomer had grinned in satisfaction.

Although he loathed Christmas trees, he adored gifts and had surprised Lothíriel with plenty of them. She usually could not do without formal gowns and pearl necklaces and Éomer had made sure she received them in abundance. She was now wearing the latest dress he had gifted her—a silk gown matching her dark hair—and a silver bracelet was visible on her wrist. Éomer’s gifts also included the triple strand white pearl necklace presently adorning her neck and the tiny moon-shaped earrings she had slept on. She usually removed her make-up and took off all of her jewelry before bed, yet, because she had fallen asleep on the couch after crying her eyes out over a rom-com of which Éomer could not even remember the title, she had neglected to do so and had woken up complaining of an excruciating headache supposedly due to sleep deprivation. While Éomer had initially laughed it off, he had been quick to change his tune after meeting his girlfriend’s piercing gray eyes. She was vexed—terribly vexed—and a single look from her had been enough to convince him to run off to the kitchen to make her a kale smoothie. Despite being a voracious meat eater, he supported Lothíriel’s decision to follow a plant-based diet and often cooked her breakfast separately. Contrarily to his girlfriend, he had always been an early bird and found that waking up at dawn suited him much better than sleeping in. He started his mornings with a cup of black coffee and devoured a giant egg, bacon and cheese sandwich before hitting the gym. He believed in keeping fit and, because Lothiriel appeared to greatly appreciate his abs among a plethora of physical and intellectual attributes he seemingly possessed, he trained hard and diligently. Though he usually displayed a tough persona, he was sensitive and insecure at heart. While it was true that he sometimes struggled to show it, he truly loved Lothíriel and he feared losing her. She was a gem, and he dreaded the day she would be snatched away from him. He did not doubt it would happen. He knew all about her many admirers back in her hometown and was aware of his inferiority. He was reminded of it every day. All of his girlfriend’s suitors happened to be way richer and influential than he would ever be and thought of Lothíriel possibly eloping with one of them caused him immense distress.

Although he was himself affluent, he despised people flaunting an extravagant lifestyle and much preferred to work rather than lounging around in mansions accomplishing nothing and, thankfully, Lothíriel seemed to share his opinion on such matter. Despite appearances, she was a well-rounded girl who took delight in the simple things life had to offer. She adored sipping hot chocolate in her pajamas and was her happiest at the local animal shelter. Although at first fearful of horses, she had learned to coexist peacefully with them, which pleased Éomer greatly. He was involved in several horse-trading businesses and had grown up in his family’s country home, tending to chickens and horses being very much a pivotal part of his daily life. He had been raised among strays and indoor pets and was beyond pleased to see Lothíriel trying to overcome her anxiety and spontaneously interacting with them. None of her friends in Dol Amroth—former college roommates and childhood pals alike—seemed to have a penchant for nature and country life. They were club goers who drove around in expensive cars and squandered money because they could afford it. Lothíriel had vouched for them, but,judging by the way her jaw tightened whenever she spoke about them, she too thought them to be shallow and worthless. Éomer remembered that conversation; a casual chat as they drove back to Rohan after spending a few weeks with Lothíriel’s relatives. He had become acquainted with her brothers and her aunts and had enjoyed fishing with her father. Imrahil Swann, a rather well-known entrepreneur, had at first disliked the young blond boy his only daughter seemed to be so keen on. Despite wearing his finest suit and having an undeniable presence to him, Imrahil had immediately sensed that he would not at all fit into the world the Swann family was a part of. Though he had grown to like him, he still doubted his relationship with his daughter would last.

Little did he know that Éomer wished to marry her. He had been playing all night with the engagement ring, which he had carefully hidden in the pocket of his jacket and had intended to wait until Christmas to propose. He would so on Christmas Eve after attempting to cook a scrumptious dinner. Or perhaps he should ask for her hand during dinner. He had not yet decided the dynamics of the affair and had not even written or practiced his speech, but he knew it would happen one way or another. He just needed to wait for inspiration to strike. He just needed to wait for the right moment…

“Darling?”

Éomer blinked and let out a sigh as he pensively ran hand through his hair. “Yes? Have you…”

He cleared his throat in embarrassment. “Have you said anything?”

Lothíriel frowned, visibly confused. “Are you alright?”

“Of course.”

“Have you been listening to me?”

“I…”

“What is it? Why are you sulking?”

“I am not,” he retorted. “I…”

“I thought you liked setting up the tree with me. We can certainly spend our time together doing something else if you are bored.”

“I am not bored; I was simply thinking.”

Lothíriel hugged him. “What were you thinking about?”

Éomer gulped. He certainly could not tell her the truth and quick thinking had never been his forte. His eyes wandered around as she tightened her grip around his waist, his heartbeat quickening.

“I was…admiring your beauty. You have never looked better.”

She kissed the tip of his nose and giggled. “I never thought you would have such great taste in clothing and jewelry. If I look pretty today—or any day, for that matter—it is only because of you.”

“That is a stretch, my dear.”

She caressed his face. “Not at all, my love. You constantly spoil me.”

“It is my duty. I am your boyfriend, after all.”

“Oh, you are indeed.”

She smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Could you help me with the gingerbread house and the chocolate chip cookies? Christmas is only a few days away and I am so behind schedule.”

“Did I hear you say gingerbread house?”

“You heard it correctly.”

Éomer chuckled. “Forgive me, darling. I am a bit surprised.”

“What is wrong with gingerbread houses?”

He raised an eyebrow. “As far as I know, you loathe ginger in any shape or form.”

“It is not for me to eat.”

“I am confused. Who is it for? You know very well that I don’t particularly like…”

“Elboron adores gingerbread and so does your sister. I thought it would be a nice gift.”

“I am ashamed to admit I had not even thought of my sister and my nephew. I am a horrible uncle.”

“Elboron loves you very much. You shouldn’t beat yourself too much over it. He won’t kill you if you show up to my cousin’s house empty-handed. That is, if you play with him all night and read him his favorite bedtime story.”

“Elboron may not kill me, but I cannot say the same about my sister.”

“She seems so kind, I doubt she would…”

“How much time have you spent with her in your lifetime?”

“Why would you ask?”

“Well, I…”

“I may not know her all that well, but she was always nice to me.”

“You are not related to her, are you not?”

A wide-eyed Lothíriel stared at him. “What are you trying to imply?”

“I grew up with her.”

“And? What about it?”

“She delighted in reprimanding me when we were children and her attitude over the years has not changed in the slightest.”

“Perhaps you deserved it.”

Éomer rolled his eyes. “May I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead, my love.”

“Must you always side with my sister?”

“I trust her judgement.”

“What about my judgement? My sister is brash and impulsive, I am known for my common sense.”

“Is that so?”

“A few people could testify in my favor.”

“Pray tell me, my love. Would those people be those friends of yours from your military days?”

“I have tons of friends, my shining star. And, yes, I would definitely count them in. They are all responsible people with whom I have a history of camaraderie.”

“Which is precisely why I would not trust them.”

“Why would you…”

“I’d rather ask Faramir.”

“You are just messing with me right now, Lothy. I was serious.”

“So was I.”

She grinned and smirked. “Faramir cannot lie. He is impartial and would never take sides.”

“Do I need to remind you that he is a law student?”

“And a very good one, at that.”

He glared at her before the corners of his mouth eventually turned upward.

“I presume you are aware that taking sides is what all that he will do once he graduates. It is the bulk of his chosen career.”

“Of course I am aware of it, my silly little pumpkin head. I only meant to say that he would never meddle in family affairs.”

“What did you call me? Pumpkin head? If you must insult me, at least try and come up with something a bit more Christmassy. It’s been more than few weeks since Halloween.”

"Nothing comes to mind at the moment, my love. I will look through a dictionary and then I'll let you know. What else were you going to say about my cousin? I know you were about to say something else, darling. Don't be shy."

“He...he has a laid-back vibe about him, I am not going to lie. I am rather fond of him.”

“I am glad to hear it. Faramir and I are pretty close and I really hoped you would get along.”

“I like him. He’s learned and intelligent. I still have no idea how he persuaded my sister to marry, but I applaud his effort.”

He paused. “Then again, he is studying to become a lawyer. He must certainly have a way with words.”

“Are you suggesting he tricked her into marriage?”

“I am saying nothing of the sort. It is just that…”

He sighed. “Why don’t we get started on the gingerbread house?”

He turned and walked toward the kitchen, Lothíriel strutting behind him. “Wait.”

Éomer froze and turned back, Lothíriel’s eyes cold and stern. He gulped.

“What is it? What have I done?”

Lothíriel did not reply, her gaze fixed on him. Éomer stumbled backwards, a shiver running down his spine.

“I did not mean to offend your cousin. As I mentioned earlier, I have a great deal of respect for him and I could never slander him. He’s my sister’s husband and…”

His jaw was clenched. “I just…sometimes I…”

He cleared his throat and exhaled, his lower lip quivering. “I feel as if…”

He leaned on the wall behind him, his hands shaking Lothíriel’s features softened as she held his arm. “What is going on?”

He gulped once more.

“Will I ever be enough for you? Will my love ever be enough? Your friends in Dol Amroth are all so accomplished and I…”

“Éomer…”

“Your father, your brothers, your cousin…”

“Why are you comparing yourself to them?”

“I don’t think I…”

“Had I wanted to stay in Dol Amroth, I would have made it known. Had I wished to date someone else, I would have told you. Yet I didn’t.”

“I cannot understand why one as beautiful as you would be with someone like me.”

“I never agreed with the theory stating that blond people are stupid, yet I may have to retract my statement. You truly are an idiot.”

The light in his eyes was quenched; his hand reaching for the ring in his pocket. He closed his fist around him, his head tilted to the side.

“I am sorry. I should have…”

“And, on top of it, you should get your eyesight checked because I am positive that you are blind. I should buy you a cane.”

“Why are you being so mean all of a sudden? Do you agree with them?”

“I see now.” She quipped. “A cane is indeed an appropriate choice of gift.”

“Just answer my question please. There is no need to mock me.”

“Have you ever heard of sarcasm?”

“Lothíriel…”

“Either you are blind or you’ve never owned a mirror, darling. Probably both.”

“Please stop it.”

“Why can’t you see it!?”

“See what, Lothíriel? What is it that you would like me to realize!? You want me to admit that I am not worthy of you, that you wasted your time, your youth, your…”

“I want you to realize what a gorgeous, remarkable, intelligent young man you are.”

She breathed in. “I want you to realize that there is no other I would ever even consider being with. I want you to realize that you are the only man on the planet that I would ever be prevailed upon to marry. I want you to realize that I have been dreaming of our lives together ever since we were introduced at that silly Christmas buffet two years ago. I want you to realize that I would like for us to start a family as soon as possible.” She looked at him. “You are my one and only, Éomer Eorl. Ever since I glanced at you, I knew you were the man for me and I am so grateful I went out of my way to attend that buffet.” She chuckled. “I suppose I should thank my aunt Ivriniel for her persuasion skills.”

“You…you really mean it? You truly want to…marry me?”

Lothíriel rolled her eyes and kissed him on the cheek before he had time to come up with any more nonsense. He blushed, his eyes now wide.

“Oh my, you are so cute.” She scratched his blonde stubble. “Also, please, don’t forget to shave.”

Éomer frowned. “I thought you liked my beard.”

A smirk appeared on Lothíriel’s face. “I love everything about you, my love. Even so, your beard irritates my skin.”

“Must I shave before kissing you?”

“It would be much appreciated.”

She sighed. “For the record, I do think Faramir would side with your sister. If she ever crosses the line, she will have to face me. My wrath can be as deadly as hers.”

“I have never seen you angry.”

“Be thankful for it, my darling. Be thankful.” She leaned on him. “Do we really have to make the gingerbread house?”

“We don’t have to unless we want you.”

“Elboron will be so disappointed…”

“He’ll get over it. He is my sister’s son and he is nearly as strong-willed and stubborn as she is, but he’ll survive. He is still getting chocolate chip cookies after all, is he not?”

“Oh yes. I will happily make those. I love chocolate.”

“I will help you. Just try not to eat all the dough by yourself.”

“I do not know if I can help it.”

“Share some with be, I beg you.”

“I shall think about it.”

“What is there to think about?”

“I was told you may be on the naughty list and I don’t plan to share anything with naughty boys.”

“Me? Naughty? I am the nicest boy who ever lived!”

“Are you though? Are you really?”

“I…”

“You certainly deserve a kiss, then.”

“I haven’t shaved…”

“It matters not.”

She cupped her cheeks and brought her face close to his, her eyes fixed on his lips. She moved her even closer to and he slightly bent his knees and picked her up. It was then that they both heard a loud knock. They turned abruptly as someone cried out their names. Éomer clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes.

“I so wish murder was allowed.”

Éothain, Eomer’s cousin, was standing  by the window. Éomer folded his arms and glared at him while Lothíriel rushed to the door. She quickly opened it and greeted him warmly as he handed her the tray.

“Do come in! It is cold outside!”

Éothain took off his boots. “My truck wouldn’t start so I had to walk all the way here. I am sorry to disturb, but I thought you’d like some leftover turkey and some roasted vegetables I made for lunch. I know my cousin is fond of them.” He winked at him. “Hello, cousin!”

“My girlfriend and I were having a moment and you…”

“I am sorry! How was supposed to know you were about to make out?”

“We were not about to make out.”

Éothain’s eyes widened. “Were you perhaps about to…ugh…”

“No!”

“There is need to shout, cousin, my hearing is perfectly fine!”

“Why are you here, Éothain!?”

“I told you, I just wanted to say hi and bring in some leftovers. I also happen to have a gingerbread recipe which someone told me may be useful in this household.”

Lothíriel froze, her hands nearly dropping the tray.

“You.”

“Yes?”

“Share it at once. Please. Help me.”

“It would be my pleasure, my lady.”

He jokingly bowed to her and laughed, Éomer tossing a cushion at him. Éothain looked at him, bewildered. “Why did you…? Where did you find that?”

“I saw you were busy talking to my girlfriend so I took the liberty to go to the sitting room to fetch something to shut you up.”

“It hurt, cousin. Please don’t you ever do it again.”

“It was the comfiest, fluffiest cushion I could find!”

“It still hurt!”

Oh, don’t be a baby.”

“I am just saying that…”

Lothíriel stomped her feet. “Would you mind helping me in the kitchen?”

She glanced at Éothain. “I am going to need help. Come with me.”

“What about…?”

“My most excellent boyfriend can finish decorating the guest room upstairs. It is his favorite holiday activity. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Éomer’s face dropped.

“I thought we were finished with the tree.”

“Oh, yes, the tree needs no more embellishments. I reckon it is perfect as it is. All the rooms on the second floor need lights though.”

“Lothy…”

“Off you go, darling.”

Éomer sighed.

 “Fine. As you wish.”

Lothíriel and Éothain soon disappeared into the kitchen. Éomer hesitated and lounged on the couch until an overwhelming sense of guilt took over him. He then hurried up the stairs, mumbling and scoffing at nearly every step.

“I hate Christmas. I really do hate it.”

Faceclaims:

Karl Urban as Éomer

Katie McGrath as Lothíriel

This is more or less the dress I though she'd be wearing on such an occasion. Cute, classy and elegant.

Arnas Fedaravicious as Éothain (as he does not appear in any other writings of mine, I sort of picked a random dude so that he would have a face, but, on second thoughts, he doesn't look too bad. He'd make a good Éothain. Although I don't plan for him to show up in my Middle-earth AUs…I mean, why not. Who knows. Why shouldn't I include him in my writings? He only needs a storyline that makes sense).

That's it! I hope you liked it and…Happy Holidays, everyone!

Tags:

@lucifers-legions

@emmanuellececchi

@saurongorthaur9

@tolkienocweek

[narcosfandomdiscord]

Narcovember Prompt Roulette List

Saalud a mi gente! We in the Narcos Fandom Forever discord server are excited to bring another 30-day challenge: a multifandom event that we’re nevertheless calling Narcovember. Despite its name, this is open to ALL FANDOMS, NOT JUST NARCOS. Creators are encouraged to submit fanworks (fic, art, gifs, vids, op-eds) for any fandom your heart desires!

This event's format is a bit unconventional. Instead of a prompt for each day of the month, there's a Prompt Roulette Wheel and a Prompt Index (☟ below) featuring numbered items with three prompts each. Every day you'll spin the wheel. The number that comes up on the spin corresponds to a number on the index where you can then pick one of the three prompts.

So for example, say on day one, I spin the wheel and get number 8. I’d go to 8 on the index (titled These Damn Restraints). Of those three prompts, I like Yikes best so that's my day one prompt. Next day, I spin and get 14. I find 14 on the index (Decisions, Decisions, Decisions) and pick one of those for day two's prompt. And so on. Note: If, on Day 2, instead of 14 I got 8 again, I’d spin the wheel again to get a new number. If, for whatever reason, you don’t want to spin twice, you can choose another prompt from that "Book of" that you haven't used (e.g. Day 1, I chose Yikes. So Day 2, I’d go for, "Now you know why I never say anything.") Ideally, we think it’s more fun to not repeat index items, but ultimately it’s dealer’s choice. Aka we're not about to get real fascist policing, aint nobody got time for that.

Here's -> the roulette wheel. Or you can make your own! (Just make sure it has 30 slices.)

Use the hashtag #narcovember or tag us to submit your entries so we can reblog them! A note on the masterlist - bc of the Tumblr-imposed link limit, for now we'll only link the fic. BUT at the end of the month, there will be a comprehensive list with all the contributors’ blogs so ppl can find your other work easily. 

Happy spinning, everybody!

❖ Prompt Index ❖

1 — Book of Genesis

Fanwork inspired by someone else’s fanwork (be sure to tag the creator of the OG work!) 

“The fun begins here.” 

Ghosts

2 — Book of Fuck-ups

Righteous indignation glo-up aka fanwork that corrects a plot misstep or writing blunder that bugs the shit outta you 

“It’s not the what-ifs that fuck you up, so much as the what-might-have-beens.” 

Bite

>>>>>>>>>> more prompts below the cut <<<<<<<<<<<<

3 - Book of Stuff That Goes in the Junk Drawer

Fanwork inspired by a song and include why the song sparked the idea (was it the lyrics, genre? something you thought a character would like? etc) 

“It’s never too late to make history.”

Juice

4 — Book of the Uno-Card-Reverse

Fanwork based on your fav reverse/inverse trope**

“Evil isn’t always forever.” 

Mirrors 

5 — Book of Negative Spaces

Fanwork using a line from a diff show/movie as a prompt (e.g. line from Mad Men, “I don’t think of you at all” in a Narcos fic, line from Band of Brothers, “The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead,” in a Hannibal fic, etc etc) 

“We gain more from our mistakes than our success, you know that?”

Pitch

6 — Book of (un)Consciousness

Fanwork inspired by a dream you’ve had (include 1-2 sentence summary of the dream at the beginning of the post) 

“Just dream with me.”

Technicolor 

7 — Book of Time-travel

Fanwork inspired by ancient mythology (Greek, Norse, aztec, celtic, etc. Bible counts as mythology, fuck it) 

“It’s only a matter of time.”

Constellation

8 — Book of These Damn Restraints

Fanwork that ends with 2(+) characters trapped in a phone booth with no way out 

“Now you know why I never say anything.”

Yikes

9 — Book of Fateful Conversations

Fanwork where the plot takes place entirely in the back of a cab OR where one character is the cab driver and the other is the passenger 

“You'd be surprised what you can live with.” 

Cursed

10 — Book of Nepo-baby Levels of Incompetence

Fanwork where character is in a profession they have no business being in with no prior training, so they fake knowing what they’re doing – like imposter syndrome except they’re just actually a fraud (e.g. Rust Cohle is a grief counselor, Richie Jerimovich is a hedge fund manager, Roman Roy is a beat cop) 

“And who hasn’t believed a flattering lie?” 

Evergreen 

11 — Book of Pit Stops

Fanwork that starts with a character hitchhiking and getting picked up by another character(s) 

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” 

Rush

12 — Book of Balancing In Between

Fanwork whose setting is a liminal space (e.g. empty swimming pool, bar or arcade after hours, airport terminal, church confessional, empty elevator, Twin Peaks black lodge, John Wick continental bar, etc) 

“Good things come in threes.” 

Wire

13 — Book of in Urgent Need of Assistance

Fanwork where a character wakes up on an empty submarine, 300ft underwater, thinking they’re the only person aboard until they run into another character(s) 

“One day I’ll wake up and it won’t hurt so much.” 

Desperate

14 - Book of Decisions, Decisions, Decisions

Crossover for 2(+) fandoms you have used before but 2(+) characters you’ve never used or vice versa 

“All we have are our choices.” 

Crossroads 

15 — Book of How tf Did We Get Here

Fanwork that starts off with 2(+) characters waiting in line at the DMV and ends in a completely different, totally unpredictable, why-and-how-tf-did-we-get-here place 

“There’s a moon a mile from here and nobody home.” 

Ambition

16 — Book of Locally Sourced

Fanwork that mimics a bottle episode, so the entirety of it takes place in a relatively mundane setting (e.g. the stockroom of a store, interrogation room, a hotel lobby, waiting room of a doctor’s office, etc etc) 

“Make yourself comfortable while you can."

Notebook

17 — Book of Inception

Fanwork that provides an origin story for a character that doesn’t have one in canon 

“It (he/she/they) made me who I am.”

Improvement

18 — Book of Mysteries

Fanwork where 2(+) characters have to escape a panic room. Depending on fandom, this can be like the innocent party version that you take your friends to for someone’s bday, or can be an actual doomsday shelter 

“I thought they were with you!?"

Endurance

19 — Book of Near Misses

Fanwork with 2(+) characters from the same movie/show/book who’ve never met 

“Looks like we missed our window.” 

Rattled

20 — Book of Sleight of Hand

Fanwork of partners (romantic, profesh, or both) running into each other unexpectedly while both are doing something criminal/something they know they aren’t supposed to do (e.g. burying a body, carrying out a heist, meeting someone they shouldn’t)

“You can't ask the truth from someone who trades in lies.” 

Brace

21— Book of Nerves of Steel

Fanwork where 2(+) characters do a B&E, but get stuck when the owner unexpectedly comes home, and they whisper-yell argue over how to get out

“You won't believe the day I just had.”

Cortisol

22 — Book of Identity Theft

Fanwork where 2(+) characters meet accidentally bc one has accidentally dialed the wrong number (e.g. Syd [The Bear] tries to call Carm to yell at him for Something Dumb He Did but ends up calling Cousin Greg [Succession] instead) 

“I'm not the one.”

Brand

23 — Book of Just Chaos™️™️™️

Cracked crossover/ship with 2(+) characters from very diff genres (e.g. Dwight Schrute [The Office] & Tommy Shelby [Peaky Blinders], Frenchie [The Boys] x Penelope [Bridgerton], etc) 

“You’re my idiot, forever.” 

Untouchable

24 — Book of Revelation

Fanwork where 2(+) characters are stranded in the desert and in a sick twist, must decide which one of them to leave behind in order for the other(s) to be saved

“I like that I don't have to worry about you.”

Rapture

25 — Book of Reciprocity

Fanwork where 2(+) characters play poker (or any card game that has betting) but the chips are magic and the winner gets extra years of life instead of money (e.g. say, in poker, green chips = $500, blue chips = $1k, red chips = $2k, black chips = $5k. In this scenario, green chips = 6mos, blue chips = 1yr, red chips = 2yrs, black chips = 5yrs, etc) 

“Fine, I'll do it myself.”

Quid-Pro-Quo

26 — Book of Abduction

Fanwork where 2(+) characters get kidnapped by a kooky cult, are thrown into the trunk of a car together and have to figure out how to escape

“Somebody has to be paying attention.” 

Spiral

27 — Book of Caretaking

Fanwork where a character accidentally shoots/stabs/otherwise maims another character and has to perform first responder, triage levels of first aid to save them (dealer’s choice as to whether it's successful bc yolo) 

“Don't make me take care of you.” 

 Ritual

28 — Book of Weaponized Passive Aggression

Fanwork where 2(+) characters attend a dinner party and witness that moment when a couple starts passive-aggressively arguing but not outright fighting in front of the whole table and it’s even more painfully awkward than if they just straight up fought OR the 2(+) characters are the ones arguing making everyone else uncomfortable asf

“I wish you the best and I hope you find it far from me.”

Attitude

29 — Book of the (un)Dead

Fanwork where a character dies and another character shepherds them to the afterlife like their own personal grim reaper

“We bury our dead alive.” 

Siesta

30 — Book of There's No Place Like ...

Back from the dead: a character came back wrong or right, but either way, no one else knows how to handle it

“Even if you make it, you’ll never really go home.” 

Homesick

**There will be a reverse trope list in another post for examples.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hihi~

Congrats on 450 followers! You deserve it~

May I please get Jango Fett with a f!reader with the prompts "Working together again, it's just like old times." And "Can't sleep?"

Please and thank you~

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

Thank you so much for the congratulations and for being my first request @vodika-vibes

I've never written Jango before, but I hope I did him justice after a quick research.

Love oo,

His Princess

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Jango watched as you took a sip of your drink. It’s been a long time since you two have worked together. In fact, the last time you did, things progressed more than he would’ve liked … who was he kidding, he wished he could have more with you. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not in this life anyway, not when everything in his life was up in the air after he lost as Mand’alor. If he had kept his title, maybe things would’ve been different, maybe he would’ve found you sooner, maybe instead of seeing you in this cantina, he would’ve seen you waking up beside him in his arms. With the sound of tiny feet running around in the early mornings. Maybe … 

He stood from his seat, and promptly took the seat in front of you, “Princess, been a while.”

“That it has…” Your eyes narrowed on his visor, you wanted to be angry, you wanted to tell him to get up and walk away, but you knew you couldn’t. Not when he already possessed so much of your heart. “What brings you here?”

“A job” Jango wanted to keep it simple, straightforward. No unnecessary promises or expectations. At least he would try to keep it simple. 

“And you need me for that?”

“I trust you”

That was the pinnacle of it, wasn’t it. Just those three words and you were ready to jump up and walk on to his Firespray, who cared about your heart, your feelings, or how devastated you’d be once he walked away again or dropped you off somewhere without so much as an ‘I’ll call you.’

“Well that’s the real crux of it, isn’t it?” You let out a sigh, you both knew you’d say yes. That was never going to be a doubt, but you weren’t going to give in to him that easily.

“How much?”

“10,000… but since we’re friends, you can pay me half now, half when we’re done.”

Jango rubbed his thumb and forefingers together, “Fine.”

“Now, look at that” you smiled, trying hard not to let the joy in your heart beam all the way to your lips, “working together again, it’s just like old times.”

“I’m at docking bay D-342, I’ll be leaving in two hours. I’ll have your money ready, then.”

“Docking bay D-342.” Was all you repeated, as he stood and walked out of the cantina. You sat there letting out a shuddering sigh, as you tried to keep your nerves intact. You couldn’t let yourself fall for him again, you couldn’t afford to spend two weeks in bed crying that he wouldn’t come back. You couldn’t. 

You swallowed your nervousness and anxiety with a final swig of your drink. 

You glanced down at the bag that held all your belongings, you don’t know why he gave you two hours, but you didn’t really need them. The irony was, you were always ready to go in case he did show up in front of you once again, now that he had … you just couldn’t move your feet to actually go after him. 

You slowly walked up the ramp of his Firespray, you dropped your bag in the spot that had been ‘yours’ from way back when; at least until he felt you had gotten too close … or maybe it was that he got too close, or maybe you weren’t close enough… frankly, you didn’t want to think about that anymore. You had spent months worrying about, trying to figure out what you did wrong, finally you decided you were done thinking about it, but low and behold you’re back on the ship not even five minutes and you were already spinning. 

You closed your eyes, steadying yourself, as you climbed the ladder into the cockpit, sitting beside him. 

“Here” Jango passed a pouch full of credits, “your first half.”

“Thanks,” you took it without further discussion, and tucked it into your pocket. You didn’t need to count it. You trusted him just as much as he trusted you. 

“You can sleep if you want” he finally stated after almost three hours of silence in the cockpit, nothing being said by either of you as you looked out the transparisteel screen at the hyperspace lane before you. 

“No, thanks”

“Still, can’t sleep?”

“I can … sometimes … rarely.”

“Try now, I’m here. You’re safe.”

You turned your head to look at him, and there it was - the reason you had fallen in love with him. He was your shield, your rock, no matter what, you knew he’d be there to watch over you.

“Why …” you caught yourself before you finished your sentence, there was no point in asking, why, he left? Why, he never called? Why did he bother walking back into your life now? 

“Why…” he repeated, hoping you’d finish your sentence. Hoping his Princess would ask him to stay, to never leave her again. God, how he wanted you to say it. He needed you to say it. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You changed the question, there was no point in pulling a thread you knew wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“Making sure I have all the details I need for the job, double checking a few things. Seeing if we need to stop somewhere before we get to our destination.”

You nodded, letting out a sigh. You weren’t sure what you were expecting as an answer, but you should’ve known it would’ve been a pragmatic one. “Alright, well … I’ll try and close my eyes for an hour or two.”

“We have some time before we get there, so just sleep as much as you can.” Jango focused on the screens in front of him, he couldn’t look at you right now, because if he did, you would’ve seen the longing in his eyes, wanting you to ask him to join you. Wanting … no, needing to wrap his arms around you, to smell your hair, to feel your body pressed against his … he couldn’t look at you until he got his own feelings and desires under control. Your actions were clear, you’d be here to help him with the job, nothing more. 

You stood, hesitating for a second before you climbed down, wanting to tell him you needed him to join you. But your mouth wouldn’t open, it refused to let your heart speak no matter how much you begged. You looked at the back of his head one last time, praying he’d turn around and look at you, praying he could see how much you needed him. But he never did, so you climbed down and headed to his quarters. Even if he didn’t join you, at least his bed smelled like him, and for a brief few hours you could delude yourself into thinking you belonged here.

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Hmmm, Tony Stark and "i promised I'd win you over"? 😈

Steph! This is so good! Thanks for sending in another prompt! 💜

You watch the ball, circling around and around the roulette, silent prayers cycling through your head. The minute it takes to settle stretches for eternity as you meet Tony’s eyes across the felt. Your name placed on a black number under a stack of his chips.

“Black 13,” the worker announces.

Tony’s lips stretch in a triumphant smile, hand lifting in offering with the expectation that you’ll keep your end of the bargain and take it.

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[blametheeditor]

Under My Thumb

Prompt Roulette By Title

Everything in Character A's life seems to be going wrong- their car breaks down, rent's increased, they can't even find where they'd place their paycheck for the week. Being Character A's best friend and roommate, it's difficult for Character B to ignore Character A's struggles and worsening mood. Character B might not be able to cure ALL their woes, but head-scratches and words of affirmation are a damn good start

NOT MEANT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Overwhelming thoughts. Mentions of treating others as lesser than.

Sometimes it's a hide under the couch day

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Mike found Jeremy under the couch. 

Why was he under the couch? Because it was the only safe place to be while everything else was in complete ruins. 

It started with it beginning to rain right as Jeremy got off at work. He hadn’t brought an umbrella because there had been promises made it’d be sunny skies, but the bus was supposed to be picking up soon from the stop just down the street. Except it didn’t because it broke down, and another bus wouldn’t come for another hour.

So Jeremy ran home through the pouring rain, thoroughly upset and freezing by the time he got to the apartment. But despite being able to change his clothes into warm and dry ones, a soaked envelope taped to his door said he should open it before anything else. Meaning he was dripping wet and already miserable when he read the rent was getting increased starting next month. 

And the worst part? He forgot to change before searching his room high and low for his paycheck he tossed somewhere just yesterday. Which he regrets now because he couldn’t find it anywhere! He’s supposed to put it on the table right next to the door so he doesn’t forget to cash it in. But he was tired, and he brought it into his /bedroom/, and now it’s gone, and his entire floor is covered in water, and the letter is falling apart in his hands! 

So that was the last straw. He grabbed the nearest blanket, tossed the letter onto his dresser, and stormed out into the main apartment. Didn’t even check to see if Mike was home as he made his way across the space made for a giant. Plopped himself underneath the cough and wrapped himself up tightly, perfectly content to never leave again. 

Because it’s easier to stay under the couch. Not worry about his genuinely terrifying job that doesn’t pay him enough to survive on his own. Never have to face the rain and autumn cold ever again. And here giants can’t step to close or snatch him up. 

Technically he wouldn’t need a job if he’s just a pest like David says. Live in a giant’s walls and live off of dropped crumbs like a mouse. 

What’s the point of having his own apartment anyway? He can just live with a giant, a pillow could be his whole bed, and not even a full bite of the food they make would be enough for him. 

Would that make him a pet, though? Eggs says he acts like a scared animal. He’s always picked up without permission. Maybe he already is a pet and everyone’s just letting him pretend he’s a grown adult who has opinions that matter... 

That was when the door opened and Mike walked in, his soft cursing as he wrung his clothes out still able to make the air rumble. 

It felt like Jeremy was being mocked all over again. That a giant entering the room was enough to completely interrupt his thoughts. A voice so powerful it could be heard clearly despite murmuring. 

He would’ve gone down a familiar rabbit hole after that. Including but not limited to feeling invisible if Mike had gone to his room to change, completely unaware his roommate was in the same room as him. 

Which of course he wouldn’t, Jeremy was hidden under the couch. And Mike might be having a bad day as well considering he walked through the rain and also got the increase of rent notice. Maybe he didn’t lose a paycheck, but he might want to just crash in his bed and go to sleep. 

Except Mike didn’t go into his room. Jeremy watched the catastrophic shoes walk toward the door to the human side. Slowly walks the same path the significantly smaller had before stopping in front of the couch. Lies on his stomach in order for a blue eye bigger than his head to lock onto him. 

Mike hums. “Shitty day?” 

Jeremy nods pitifully. Pulls his blanket tighter around him as a shiver runs down his spine, a reminder he’s still soaked to the bone. 

“Alright asshole, we’ll take this one goddamn step at a time,” the giants begins as he lifts his hand up to count of his fingers. “We’re getting dry fucking clothes. Then our asses are taking over the couch. Then we watch a shitty movie, or we just go to goddamn sleep. Any questions?” 

There’s a part of him that wants to agree to the plan. Finally drying off after who knows how long sounds really nice. And so does falling asleep next to a giant that radiates heat like a living furnace. 

...but he can’t. If he comes out from under the couch, then he has to talk about the rent situation. And he’ll have to go inside his room that’s still covered in water and destroyed from the frantic search before. And-! 

“Jerber, your ass will get sick if you don’t fucking change,” Mike says. Wisely. Because Jeremy does not want a cold on top of everything. “Come on, asshole.” 

He’s stubborn enough to not listen, but he’s miserable enough to give in to the promise of being less miserable. Meaning he carefully stands up before walking toward Mike’s offered hand. Sighs in relief as warmth washes over him. 

“Holy shit you’re freezing.” 

Jeremy grabs the closest finger as they curl around him to help warm him up quicker. Honestly, he’d be happy just to let Mike hold him. His clothes will get dry in no time, and it wouldn’t be the first time the giant went about his daily tasks one handed. 

He’s greatly disappointed when it gently pulls at his grasp at the same time he feels the familiar sensation of a giant lowering their hand to the floor. Sends an unhappy look up at Mike’s smirk. 

“Go get fucking changed, Jerber. I need to dry off too.” 

The human sighs as he climbs off the hand. Shoos Mike away with a ‘hurry’ because as soon as Jeremy opens his door, he’s already regretting agreeing to the first step of the plan. Forced to face the mess of all his desk drawers flung open, dirty clothes scattered across the floor, his bed even managed to get wet. And in the corner of his eye he spots the paper that might as well be nothing but trash considering it’d be impossible to read now. Meaning they’ll have to read Mike’s letter. Meaning the big red letters will be as tall as him and somehow even more foreboding than before. 

What did he come here to do? 

Jeremy takes a deep breath before shivering at the AC attempting to freeze him to death. Remembering he’s supposed to dry off and join Mike on the couch. That’s it. One step at a time. 

The only problem is Jeremy finishes getting dressed before Mike does. He’s not soaking anymore, instead of the uniform he’s never found incredibly comfortable he’s wearing a soft sweater and pants. But now he’s alone, staring across the vast expanse of the room to the giant bedroom door currently closed. 

It’s almost mocking him, saying Mike won’t be coming back out. That the giant fell into bed and went to sleep, trusting Jeremy to then get into his own bed. Because it was a long night for both of them, and decided to crash on what’s meant to be slept on and a hundred times more comfortable than the couch. 

And why wouldn’t he? He didn’t make a giant mess of his room like Jeremy did. It’s Jeremy’s fault for ruining a perfectly good bed, and- 

The footsteps were completely unnoticed up until they were close enough to make the ground near Jeremy jump, eliciting a squeak right as a hand sweeps him up. Mike then carries him to the couch, the giant lying down with a yawn before grabbing the blanket hanging off the back to toss over them. 

Yes, them. It’s tradition Mike has Jeremy tumble onto his chest right as the blanket falls so the human gets caught under the heavy cloth. 

“M-M-Mike!” 

The giant’s laugh makes an earthquake, leaving Jeremy to curl into a ball so he’s not thrown around too much. “There you go, bastard.” 

Mike only gives a wide smile at the glare given that he earned. But at least Jeremy isn’t lost in the blanket anymore. Able to actually see and pull on the material to bundle himself up. 

...this is a lot better than being under the couch. Warmer. His friend close. Everything just a little less daunting. 

It’s times like these he’s convinced Mike thinks like him. They don’t really talk about it, but the giant’s always there when the world gets a little too overwhelming. Knows all the right things to say and do. It’s nice to have a friend like that, one who has his back. 

Literally, too, a hand surrounding him as a thumb rubs his side. Jeremy all to happy to be completely surrounded by warmth. 

“So, about the r-r-rent...” 

“Nope,” Mike yawns, his arm tugged behind his head as he closes his eyes. “That fucking things for tomorrow.” 

“But-!” 

Jeremy’s silenced by the thumb covering his entire face. He squirms, yells when the ground beneath him jumps again from Mike’s laughter, shoves the fingers away before they pin him down. 

“Sorry. Sleep, asshole.” 

...fine. They’ll deal with it tomorrow. 

“Th-Th-Thanks, Mike,” Jeremy murmurs as he pulls the blanket closer, falling asleep to soft snores, planning on how he’ll get the giant’s help in fixing his room too.

[snips2112]

Snip's Stories

This is a masterlist of my writing! All of my fics can be found on my AO3 🧡

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Current WIPs

Cross My Heart and Help Me Heal

Series of one shots & culminating in a long fic (coming soon!!). I tag this series with the tag 'Crosslo' on tumblr and AO3. The AO3 series can be found here.

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Pairing: Crosshair x OC (Arlo)

Rating: Variable, G to M

General Themes: Romance, domestic life, hurt/comfort, PTSD, Crosshair's tremor, accelerated aging cure, timeline spans early S3 to post Tantiss

Fics (listed in chronologic order):

Disobedient Hands (T) - one shot

A Chance Encounter (G) - one shot

Shoot Your Shot (G) - one shot

Not the First, But the Best (T) - short multichapter fic

Warm and Safe (T) - one shot

Unbidden (M) - short multichapter fic

Nearly Whole (E) - one shot, newest fic, just posted!

Why? (T) - one shot

A Pabu Tradition (G) - short one shot, Kiss Roulette prompt

Falling for You (M) - short one shot, Kiss Roulette prompt

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Race Force 99

First fic is up, long fic is in progress! Updates coming soon 🏎 🏎

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Pairings: Crosslo (Crosshair x OC: Arlo), TechPhee

Rating: T to M

General Themes: Bad Batch as Formula 1 Racing Drivers AU, racing, formula 1, trauma, PTSD, angst, competition, romance

Fics:

Space Race (T) - one shot

If You're Not First, You're Last - place holder title for the long fic, coming soon!!!

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Completed Works

Rexsoka

That Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar Feeling (M) - long multichapter fic, post order 66, romance and slow burn 🧡💙

Something More, for You and I (M) - first chapter up, more updates to come!

Hold on to Me (M) - one shot, Rexsoka Monthly prompt

A Well Deserved Rest (G) - one shot

Reasons (T) - one shot, Kiss Roulette prompt

Beside You (T) - one shot, Kiss Roulette prompt

Lost Without You (T) - one shot, Rexsoka Monthly prompt

The Beach Can Wait (M) - one shot, Rexsoka Monthly prompt

Tihaar? More Like Truth Serum (T) - one shot, Rexsoka Monthly prompt

If Only (G) - one shot

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Fivesoka

Reunion (M) - one shot, Kiss Roulette prompt

Impulse (G) - one shot, Kiss Roulette prompt

Sweet and Gentle, Let me Dream of You (G) - one shot, gift fic for the great galactic gift gathering

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Assorted The Clone Wars Fics

No Remedy for Guilt nor Grief (M) - Fox x OC, Angstpril one shot

Oh, My Charming Prince (M) - Fives x OC, one shot

No Rest, No Reprieve (M) - Kix-centric fic dealing with burn out, death and loss, one shot

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Assorted The Bad Batch Fics

Please Don't Make it Real (M) - Crosshair finds out about Tech's death from Omega

Not Strong Enough (M) - Tech as CX-2, written for Angstpril prompt

Chaos and Order (G) - Clone Twin Week prompt for Crosshair & Tech

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Other Fandoms

Dragon Age

Alone (G) - Solas x Female Lavellan, Exploration of Lavellan's heart break after the events of DA:I

Bellanaris (T) - Solas x Female Lavellan, exploration of the events immediately after Veilguard redeem ending

Just Like Them (T) - Solas x Female Lavellan, analysis of the parallels of Solas taking on a physical form and Lavellan agreeing to remove her vallaslin

And Always, My Love (T) - Rook x Lucanis Dellamorte, multichapter fic about the love story between my Rook, Delphine Mercar, and Lucanis - First chapter up, more to come soon!

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Thank you so much for reading!

If you read any of my works on AO3, please leave me a comment and a kudos, it is super encouraging to see what you think of my fics! I also love talking about my writing and my OCs, so feel free to leave me an ask or send me a message, I would love to chat 💙

[marichild]

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

HAHA THIS WILL BE FUN LMAO I'm not going to do all of them bc there's simply too many but . not like any of these are even named normally LMAO ty for the tag @zukkaoru

found family, teruko pm era

post canon, yosano grief things

tending wounds, kousano but stabby stab

blood, kyouka

disability chronic illness roulette lucy projection

beast au, pm boss gin

soutsuji fireworks (everything up till this point is meant for ladies week lol)

skk dazatsu or whatever

ANIMAL CROSSING PART TWO

wjz murder spree rebooted

sapphic idiots part one

knkdz are Pining

bsdwbb [but I can't tell yall abt this yet]

decay of angels fate zero ver

skk dead apple cannibalism

it boy gojo satoru

(pairings undecided) exorcists arranged marriage

I have no idea how many of these will pan out but these are the wips I haven't abandoned yet lmao. tags:

@windypuddle @draco-renn @honeyl @altruistic-meme and whoever else sees this lol call it an open tag

[tealmist55]

Current Event: Fluff Drabbles - requests open, prompts here.

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Misty’s Masterlist

You can also find everything on my AO3.

If you would like to be tagged in fic posts/updates, see this post. 💙

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Current WIPs

Too Good To Be True 😭

Multi-chapter fic

Pairing: Fivesoka 💙🧡

Rating: T

General Themes: married couple with kids, presumed character death, grief/mourning

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Divergence 💞

Series of longfics

Pairing: Fivesoka 💙🧡

Rating: M

General Themes/Storylines (for the entire series): Fives fix-it, slow burn romance, mutual pining, angst, trauma/PTSD, domestic life, clone accelerating cure, Kix fix-it, post Order 66

Fics:

Divergence I: Escaping Fate (M) - complete

Divergence II: Title TBD - partial draft, on hiatus

Divergence III: To Change Our Future - outlined

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Why This Can’t Work 💔

Series of oneshots and a multi-chapter fic

Pairing: Fivesoka 💙🧡

Rating: M

General Themes: forbidden love, mutual pining, angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Echo is the best bro

Fics:

No Future (T) - oneshot

Choices (M) - oneshot

Doesn’t Mean Anything (T) - oneshot

At War (M) - multi-chapter fic, *currently posting

Rewrite the Stars (T) - oneshot, songfic

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Completed Fics/Series

💙🧡 Fivesoka 💙🧡

But You Love Me (T) - oneshot

Illusions (T) written for the May 4th Exchange 2025 - drabble

Ahsoka, My Love (G) written for the May 4th Exchange 2025 - drabble

Rule Five (M) written for Fivesoka Creation Event 2025 - multi-chapter

Definitions (T) written for Fivesoka Creation Event 2025 - oneshot

The Happiness We Create (T) - oneshot

How Far I’d Fall For You (T) written for Whumptober 2024 - multi-chapter

From Yellow to Red (T) - multi-chapter

Physical Touch (T) - multi-chapter

What It’s Supposed To Feel Like (T) - oneshot

Kiss on a Marking (T) part of Kiss Roulette Drabbles - drabble

Kiss While Being Carried (T) part of Kiss Roulette Drabbles - drabble

Kiss in the Rain (T) part of Kiss Roulette Drabbles - drabble

Accidental Kiss (G) part of Kiss Roulette Drabbles - drabble

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🩶❤️ Echence (Echo/Cadence) 🩶❤️

Stormy Nights (G) written for Clone x OC Week 2025 - oneshot

Possible (G) written for Clone x OC Week 2025 - oneshot

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💛🧡 Rexsoka 💛🧡

Survival (T) written for the May 4th Exchange 2025 - drabble

Stay Strong (T) written for the Great Galactic Gift Gathering - drabble

It Was Always You (T) - long, multi-chapter

Shaking and Shadows (T) written for Angstpril 2024 - oneshot

Fives (Almost) Ruins Everything (T) - oneshot

Kiss on a Scar (T) part of Kiss Roulette Drabbles - drabble

Nose Kiss (T) part of Kiss Roulette Drabbles - drabble

Upside Down Kiss (G) part of Kiss Roulette Drabbles - drabble

🩵 Rexsoka Monthly 🩵

Light in the Void (G) - oneshot, June & August 2024 prompts

If I Asked (G) - oneshot, May 2024 prompt, part of the “It Was Always You” series

I’m Not Sick (T) - oneshot, May 2024 prompt

The One Where Everybody Finds Out (M) - multi-chapter, April 2024 prompt

Blue Liquid And An Elevator (T) - oneshot, March 2024 prompt

Stay With Me (T) - multi-chapter, February 2024 prompt

Unexpected (G) - oneshot, January 2024 prompt

The Day of Hearts and Lights (T) - multi-chapter, December 2023 prompt

The Dark Side is Cold (T) - oneshot, October 2023 prompt

The Moment I Knew (T) - oneshot, April 2023 prompt

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💙🩶 Domino Twins 💙🩶

All That Matters (G) written for the Great Galactic Gift Gathering - drabble

Show No Weakness (T) written for the Great Galactic Gift Gathering - drabble

Just Ask (G) written for the Great Galactic Gift Gathering - drabble

Ambivalent Sacrifices (G) written for the Great Galactic Gift Gathering - drabble

Protection and Purpose (T) written for Whumptober 2024 - oneshot, Echo & Fives, Echo & Rex

On His Heart (G) written for Clone Twin Week 2024 - oneshot

The Last Domino (T) written for Angstpril 2024 - oneshot

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❤️💜 Miscellaneous 💛💙

Guilt (T) written for the May 4th Exchange 2025 - drabble, Wolffe/Riyo

I Won’t Leave You (G) written for the May 4th Exchange 2025 - oneshot, Anakin & Ahsoka, Anidala

Naptime (G) written for the Great Galactic Gift Gathering - drabble, Fives & Tup

Under the Mistletoe (T) - Misty's Mistletoe Drabbles 2024 - drabbles/oneshots, multiple pairings

Belonging (G) - oneshot, Fives & his kid, Fives & Echo

Pursuing Light (T) - oneshot, Echo/Riyo

Twisted Connections (M) - oneshot, Echo/Riyo

Love is Worth the Burnout (T) written for Foxiyo Week 2024 & Whumptober 2024 - oneshot, Foxiyo

Unbreakable (G) written for Summer of Bad Batch 2024 - oneshot, songfic, Crosshair & Hunter

Shadows of Doubt (T) written for Angstpril 2024 - Fives & Tup, Fives & Rex

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Thanks for reading!

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Prompt idea master post!

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Choose a character or a couple, and send me here the prompt you like.

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Characters

[Preferences are in cursive]

Romantic ships:

Rook de Riva & Viago | Rook de Riva & Illario | Rook de Riva & Lucanis | Rook de Riva & Davrin | Rook de Riva & Bellara | Rook de Riva & Emmrich | Rook de Riva & Zevran | Hawke & Fenris | Hawke & Anders | Hawke & Isabela | Rook de Riva & Teia | Inquisitor & Cullen |

Platonic ships

Hawke & Varric | Hawke & Merrill | Inquisitor & Solas | Inquisitor & Leliana | Inquisitor & Cassandra | Inquisitor & Dorian | Rook de Riva & Dorian | Rook de Riva & Iacobus

OC x OC ships (both platonic & romantic) (just with mutuals OC, pls)

OCs:

Aleera Trevelyan | Alecto de Riva | Alystra Hawke | Lorenzo "Renzo" de Riva

NPCs

Lucanis Dellamorte | Illario Dellamorte | Viago de Riva | Fenris | Alistair

Prompt list!

Media prompts I like!

Cuddle and snuggle prompts

Ways to say "I love you"

Comfort prompts

Injury dialogue

Hades inspired prompts

Linkin' Park prompts

Noticing trauma sentence starters

Romantic dialogue prompts

What are we?

"I can't..."

Sugar and spice!

Smut dialogue - Female POV

Smut dialogue - Men POV

Kinktober 2024

Kiss Roulette

Breeding kink - Male POV

Random prompts

Rook Story Time: De Riva

Rook Story Time Prompts

Rook AU Prompts

Prompts from Writing Challenge Weekend

Dragon Age Inspired Writing promts

Rook Codex

Oh hellos prompts

Huge thank you to @ezriell and @only-slightly-terrified for helping me with my prompts issues