#five sentence fics

[sailoreuterpe]

Ship: Makoami Prompt: Coffee 😳👉👈

"If you drink any more of that, you'll never get to sleep tonight," Makoto murmurs into Ami's hair.

Ami ignores her wife and takes another giant, noisy gulp of coffee.

Makoto sighs in affectionate defeat. "At least let me make you a new pot."

Ami smiles and lifts her face for her victor's kiss.

[whumpcereal]

5 sentence fic: The television caught her attention from the next room.

part of the kennel. master list here. takes place after will's rescue.

The television catches her attention from the next room. 

“The young man, identified as twenty-two-old William Cartwright, was extracted from DeAngelis’ compound by federal agents just yesterday.” 

Casey freezes, even if she can’t explain why. William Cartwright isn’t such an unusual name; there are probably dozens of them who are the same age as he is. This person they’re talking about, it isn’t her Will. Not that he’s her Will. He hasn’t been. Not for a very long time. 

“Casey?” Dan asks, but she only puts her hand up to silence him. She walks into the living room like a ghost. 

The reporter is in front of what looks like a hospital. LIVE FROM ST. ANTHONY’S, reads the tag at the bottom of the screen. Casey peers closer. It is. It’s the hospital where Will was born.  

“Mr. Cartwright is currently in critical condition. While the FBI isn’t providing specifics at this time, sources from inside of the hospital suggest that he suffered unthinkable treatment during his year in captivity. Mr. Cartwright is the latest in a string of high profile rescues from a human trafficking ring linked to Dr. Paul Barker, who was apprehended earlier this year.” 

And then there is a picture. Will, probably in high school, years older than when she last saw him. His arm wrapped around a curly-headed blond boy. They both look so familiar, but they are not familiar at all.

"Cartwright was kidnapped with his friend, Thomas Mahoney, in November of last year. As you'll remember, Mahoney was rescued with Barker's daughter in a raid several months ago."

The screen cuts to a perky blonde woman at a news desk. "I can't imagine how glad these families are to have their children home."

"Oh my God," Casey murmurs. "Oh my God."

"Case?"

Dan looks back at her. He doesn’t understand. She’s never told him. She left her married name behind just the way she left her son. Brian’s son. He was always so much like Brian. But so far as Dan knows, Casey is run-of-the-mill horrified. She has no special interest in this story. 

Except for the fact that she does. 

[deanstead]

"Kelly," your voice comes out as a strangled sob as you choke back tears, "please, don't leave me like this."

🙃

Bonus if you can make this happy hahaha but no pressure

guys, why is everyone so angsty HAHA. Also, this became longer than five sentences. oops. also, this is unedited. @enchantedblackrose

"Kelly," your voice comes out as a strangled sob as you choke back tears, "please, don't leave me like this."

Kelly should have already woken up and yet there he was lying in a hospital bed that he should never have been in in the first place.

All because of you.

You knew if Kelly was awake, he'd be telling you that it wasn't your fault, and you could hear his voice echoing in your brain as well. But maybe you just needed to look into his green eyes, look at his smile, actually hear his voice, before you could even start to believe it yourself.

You reached for Kelly's hand. "Don't do this, Kelly." You whispered, "Don't leave before I get to tell you that I love you too. I was scared to make myself vulnerable again, but not as terrified as I am now. Please, Kelly."

You closed your eyes, feeling the tears escape your eyes and down your cheeks.

It was slight at first, so you didn't realize it until his fingers had closed around your hand.

Your eyes flew open. "Kelly?"

There they were, his green eyes looking back at you. A small weak smile framing his features. "No takebacks, Y/N." He whispered.

You exhaled, a gentle sigh of relief, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. "Never." You reassured him, just relieved he was back.

send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five-ish.

[jonassiegenthighler]

Nico/Jack cuddles

(Am sick & in need of fluff if you are able xx)

This is on me. I forgot to include my usual disclaimer that I don't write nicojack.

So, for you, dear anon, I shall try my hand. I hope this is fluffy enough for you and also that you feel better really soon!

(I also hope @devilssacrament is happy even though she's sleeping when I'm posting this.)

Jack hates a red eye flight more than anything in the world; it is well known that he likes his sleep and hates when it is taken from him, he never was very good at sleeping on planes, just can't get comfortable. He must be more tired than he thinks though, because he wakes up, slumped over onto his seat buddy, cuddled up against a warm body and a soft sweater, armrest digging uncomfortably into his side. He starts to get himself sitting upright again but Nico shushes him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him back in.

"Go back to sleep, Jacky," he whispers into Jack's hair, leaving a quick kiss on the top of his head and then running the fingers of his free hand soothingly through Jack's hair until he starts to drift off again.

He can ignore the armrest for a bit longer, he supposes.

[basilone]

For the fic game, "The Way You Look Tonght" for Chuck and any other character for your choice, please.

Ahhh, I love taking Chuck out for a little spin every now and then! 💚 I toyed with a few ideas for this one, but finally settled on a little scrap of him interacting with an OC of mine. Bette does have her own tag, but you don't really need to read her other bits to get a feel for this one!

the way you look tonight

He’s never been one to be at a loss for words – his mother always says he was born talking and hasn’t shut up since, which is a trait he shares with half of Easy Company – but there’s something about tonight, something about Normandy’s fires and hedgerows, that sets him almost too ill at ease to speak.

“We’re moving out in a mo’, Grant,” Peters says, looking up at him from a scrap of paper that carries nothing but numbers on it, “even though your Fox Company got turned around a bit”– it’s still your to her, not our, and Chuck doesn’t begrudge her the distinction any –“and I think we’re going to make it to Carentan a little too late to still be under the cover of night.”

She’s seemingly not very bothered by the looming dark, nor by the way Luz keeps fiddling with his new radio beside her even though that’s already driven Guarno and Joe Toye totally spare, and the look on her face is almost anchoring – arresting – in its calm. Chuck wonders for half a moment if this is how the OSS recruits – find the prettiest, calmest women to drop into a warzone and wreak the sort of havoc it’s rumored she has – but he’s not going to get to the answer faster while they’re still staring at each other.

“All the better, daylight,” he says, half-convinced he’s going to eat his words in the morning, “because I haven’t used this baby yet”– he pats his bazooka once, which earns him half a dimpled smile from Peters that makes him feel just a little warmer inside–“and it seems a damn shame not to, if you pardon my French.”

[semperama]

Maxiel, crying👀

Daniel manages to hold to together on the podium, but only barely, only enough that whatever wetness that shows on his face can be chalked up to sweat and champagne.

Max is still spraying him, drenching the back of his neck, when he bends down to take off his shoe and holds it aloft to the roar of the crowd. Max is standing next to him when he drinks from it, eager and grinning, and when Daniel hands it to him for his turn, he chugs it down like it's cool, clear water.

When Daniel jogs off the stage, it's with a lump in his throat, and he has to duck into an empty room to get himself together before it's time to face the media.

The door opens, and then Max, beautiful Max, is there at his side again, saying, "It's good to be back with us, yeah?"--and then opening his arms for Daniel to lean into him, tuck his face into his neck, and sob.

[treescape]

Waiiiiit are you doing NSFW headcanons too?? Could i ask for something very soft and close, like face-to-face and not knowing where either ends or begins?

I hope you're having a marvellous day 💕

I am technically not, but this was fun to write 😅 I hope you enjoy!

(From this ask game) (I realized after I wrote this that the game is five sentences not six, whoops 😆)

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They’re pressed so close together that Obi-Wan isn’t so much thrusting into him as grinding, but the tight circling of those hips alone is more than enough to have Anakin hovering precipitously on the edge. His fingers dig in against Obi-Wan’s shoulders and back, as if he can somehow draw Obi-Wan closer.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin manages desperately into the heated curve of a kiss, lifting his hips up further into Obi-Wan’s weight and trying for something more than the barest friction. It's in vain; his cock remains trapped firmly between them, a tight hot sticky press that has him gasping for breath.

In response, Obi-Wan’s hand shifts just a fraction, the palm already snug against Anakin's lower back, and it changes the angle just enough that Anakin thinks he actually sees stars.

“You can come like this, can’t you darling?” Obi-Wan asks, voice hoarse in the air, and Anakin can feel the shape of a smile against his mouth when he nearly sobs his assent.

[oddsconvert]

Declan + "Please Don't Go" for 5 sentence fics!

Desparation takes over as Declan hurls himself at his masters feet without thinking. His bony fingers and wiry arms scramble for purchase around the vampires leg, who furiously attempts to kick him off. A chocked sob escapes Declan as he clings on tight for dear life. When Vince leaves him, the silence suffocates him and the isolation impales him. He doesn't want to lose the war with his own mind.

"Please...don't go-" Declan rasps, his voice raw and scratchy.

[sailoreuterpe]

BLT - Beach

"It's a myth, Teddy!" Bob exclaims, startling a flock of seagulls nearby.

Linda tries not to laugh; Teddy's in pain, after all.

Teddy hops around on one foot and almost falls over onto the dead jellyfish.

"If you really love me, Bob, you'll pee on my leg!"

"Oh my God."

[duchesschameleon]

our pilot trio as well please :) whatever you wish

mhhmmm pilot trio

the sun is just peaking over the horizon when the boys find her, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, mug in hand. the porch creaks as they walk towards her, alerting her to their presence before they settle on the swinging bench, one on either side.

“so this is where you disappear to when rooster hogs the blankets,” jake says as he cuddles into nat’s side. she hums in lieu of an actual answer as bradley squawks out his protest, earning his call sign as the sun continues to rise in the sky.

“shhh,” she says over their noise, “just take it in, first sunrise on the ranch this year.”

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[deanstead]

Okay but Will’s wife being the only one he lets call him William

I can see it as her being slightly mad, like...

ok, i wasn't going to write anything tbh, just answer this normally but then this popped in my head so enjoy this unedited piece lmao.

"William Halstead."

Will paused in the doorway. He'd promised to be home early but he'd dozed off in the doctor's lounge after shift had ended so it was already late. Too late.

Will closed his eyes, before he turned to look towards the direction of your voice.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I swear I was just going to close my eyes for a second and then..."

You got up from where you were seated, marching towards him and Will sighed. He kind of deserved whatever was coming to him, even if you smacked him on the head.

But as he braced himself, you just put your arms around him with a sigh. "You're not supposed to disappear on me, remember? I thought something happened."

Will let out a short exhale. "You're not mad?"

You glanced up at him, your arms still around his middle. "Still kind of relieved you're fine. Maybe I'll be mad later." You teased gently and Will smiled, leaning down to give you a kiss.

[whumpcereal]

For the sentence prompt thing: He stopped in the doorway, frozen by the sight in front of him.

Canon, Recent Post-Rescue Jack:

He stops in the doorway, frozen by the sight in front of him.

Joe's face is lit blue by the computer screen, and he has his hand to his mouth like he might be sick. He doesn't look away from the monitor. Maybe he can't.

He doesn't know that Jack is just behind him. He doesn't know that Jack can see.

It's a video. Jack doesn't remember it being taken--his memories of his time with Ivan are fragmented at best--but he recognizes himself in the frame. Naked on his hands and knees in the crate. Muzzled, eyes streaming.

"You should be ashamed, shouldn't you?" Ivan's voice hisses from the computer speakers. "What would Joe say?"

Jack braces himself against the doorframe. It takes everything he has not to sink to his knees and wait for his punishment. The Jack in the video presses his forehead to the wire floor of the crate. Joe's hoodie is beneath him.

"Oh, baby, no," Joe murmurs. He presses his fingertips to the computer screen and takes a heaving breath.

Jack doesn't understand. Joe seems upset. Like what he's seeing on the screen isn't what he wanted. But there are so many things about Joe that Jack doesn't understand now.

Jack hears himself scream when the collar lights up, and he unconsciously reaches for his throat. It's bare, only a band of scar tissue left behind. There is no collar now. He's home. This is supposed to be home.

Joe lets go a ragged sob. His fingers tangle in his dark curls, and still, he doesn't turn around.

"I'm sorry, Jackie," Joe whispers. "I'm so sorry."

Jack knows that he is talking to the Jack on the screen, that the words aren't for him. But still, he imagines that Joe knows he's there, and that Joe wants to make it right. He imagines that he could let him.

[basilone]

in the spirit of “1/2 my titles are song titles or lyrics”, Ron + head is an animal for the fic game >:)))

Hah, are you me? Sooooo many of my titles are song-influenced, too. 😂 I love this suggestion for him, ty! I had no real set idea about where I'd take this, but it seems we landed ourselves just outside Carentan after Ron's rather infamous little speech...

head like an animal

He circles back to Dog by way of side-stepping Lew, who is muttering to himself about Talbert being taken off the line as though that fact actually affects the known intelligence about the German lines any, and almost tripping over Liebgott, who’s still wide awake and staring at his bloodied hands like they’re not really a part of him.

Ron’s nothing like Dick – he is sure Dick Winters would know what to say, and Ron's taken another man's comfort away through one speech just now already – but still he crouches down in front of Liebgott until the man looks up and the tremors in his hands fade under the moonlight.

“Sir,” nods Liebgott, voice so carefully neutral, already no more trace of tonight’s panic-and-injury left in his tone, “did you need something?”

“No,” he responds, satisfied by the man’s steady exhale, “not at the moment”– and he almost changes his mind, except he’s seen what Liebgott does in a crisis and Ron is always five steps ahead of Lewis Nixon and his diagrams –“but find me once we’re in Douville proper, Liebgott, you hear?”

Liebgott’s “yessir” of affirmation damn near makes Ron smile, but then his eyes light on Hammond – so close to the last crop of trees he’ll be out in the open if he takes three more steps forward – and there’s nothing to do but rise to his feet again and stalk off to ensure some measure of safety among men just like him whose minds never seem to find a sense of peace.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

"Hey! Spit that out!"

"Hey! Hey, what do you have-... don't you run away from me, what do you fucking have-"

An orange and white blur goes flying through the room and Nat looks up, slightly wide-eyed, as Jameson comes right after. He only needs one crutch today to chase Trash Cat down - that's a good sign, he must be feeling good - and she watches him move with fluid speed and ease, hiding her smile.

He must catch her, because Nat hears his rasping voice scolding but never harsh enough to seem sincere. "I said show me what you fucking have-... That's not even food, damn it, hey! Don't you-... Hey! Spit that out!"

A thump and then quick patter of paws tells Nat the wily former stray has twisted out of her owner's arms and taken off again. "What's she got?" Nat calls, lifting her coffee to her lips, hiding her smile.

There's a pause.

"One of your goddamn bracelets!"

Nat's smile disappears.

[oddsconvert]

Five Sentence Fic: "You wouldn't have been anything if I didn't find you, so be glad you have a purpose now."

From this ask game!

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"You wouldn't have been anything if I didn't find you, so just be glad you have a purpose now," Ronan snickers to himself, rocking Izaak back and forth on his lap to quiet his wet and breathless sobs. A hand carding through his tangled, greasy knots of hair.

Izaak would have been something...he would have been free. Izaak would still be Izaak. Not 'pet', or the 'runt', or even the 'brat'. He'd still have his humanity and dignity. He wouldn't be cradled half-naked, in the arms of the man who effortlessly makes his every second living hell.

But he can't fight the truth...he'd be lost without Ronan. Left with nothing and no-one to turn to.

"It took some time to sink into that thick skull of yours," Ronan sighs, knocking on the crown of Izaak's head as he flinches away and whimpers, "But you know now, don't you? You belong here. Loyal, little lapdog..."

"Y-Yes, sir..." Izaak croaks. He doesn't recognise the husky voice straining from his own throat.

~~~

Izaak taglist: @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

Ronan taglist: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

[sailoreuterpe]

Kaylee Morganstern + Birthday for the request

(Here's one for Kaylee as a character alone or for kaylouise if you're inclined.)

Kaylee pulls another string of silly putty off of her head with a frown.

Louise grins sheepishly. "At least it makes your eyes pop?"

Kayle struggles to maintain her composure. It's actually been an amazing party overall.

The various goops aren't that bad.

(Here's one for for rudlee for @babsvibes.)

Kaylee snuggles up to Rudy as he twirls a long string in front of her birthday present.

The kitten wasn't a big fan of the party, though she did enjoy the guests' attention.

Inhaleria bats at the string as Kaylee smiles sleepily.

Kaylee honestly wasn't such a big fan of the party, either, though she was grateful to Louise for planning it.

The quiet finale, though, was just about perfect.

(Here's one for jesslee for @burgerspeople.)

"When will you old lady let me dye your hair?" Jess asks, playing with Kaylee's ponytail after birthday dinner.

"When you finally get glasses," Kaylee retorts even as she leans back into her girlfriend's touch.

Jess laughs and leans down to kiss Kaylee's forehead. "Not until I can't drive--so give me a week."