#Fic title meme

[capitaletele]

if you're still taking title prompts, "I've got the whole world in my hand" for the first pairing you think of !

Oh hey, remember this meme? In true me fashion I asked for prompts and then never actually answered, but I am in high procrastination mood again so here goes.

This is obviously an angsty Sadia fic, in which she's standing on the Naziland balcony, watching the party while recalling all the ways everyone in the building have wronged her and how she's about to take her revenge on them all.

[Angst! Obvs 😅]

She thinks about the way Cristal made her feel, way back when they were [doing something as fancy teenagers together, idk, they had the same violin tutor or horse-riding coach or something], and how she even tried to be a boy for her, but Cristal walked away the second she got a chance to work at TéléCapitale anyway so it didn't matter. About how Cristal didn't even suspect when she saw her again, despite all the hints Sadia dropped in the first few days, her heart pounding every time Cristal came into view like she was 15 again.

She thinks about Zéro, who she knew when he was still an idealist who was going to tell his dad to go fuck himself on top of all his millions; when they would get high together and lie on the roof of their military school "for troubled boys" and make grand plans about how to improve the world together; before Zéro came of age and was drafted into the War for a decade and came back a dead-eyed, insufferable, entitled wannabe-dictator asshole who wouldn't let her past his security anymore because he was too afraid of what the papers would write.

She thinks about Stella, whose posters were on her bedroom walls, and who's become a wreck of a human; and about Ziggy who was so ready to sell out it was too easy to lure him to the dark side and make him spill all of Johnny's remaining secrets, and about how every single person in this room tonight, celebrating Zéro's victory, is likely just the same spineless pit of cowardice and disappointment.

Except Johnny, she'd thought. She hadn't expected anything but he'd surprised her. He wasn't like the others -- until the moment that he was exactly like everyone else. She thinks about how she could have saved him, would have saved him, if only he'd done what he was told for once in his fucking life. About how she could have loved him, if only he hadn't had a dick for a brain, pointing towards Cristal from the moment she stepped into the room like a fucking compass towards the North, just like everyone else.

About how none of them have ever deserved her, and about how kind she's being to them all, really, ending their poor little pathetic lives that weren't even worth living anyway, mercy-killing them right here in the middle of a party so they will die with the taste of champagne on their tongues and a dumb smile on their lips.

Except for the ones she's going to kill face to face, of course. Both of them, or perhaps just one; she hasn't decided which one yet.

Whichever will hurt her the most, so she can feel alive again, just for a second before the end.

[aurumacadicus]

For the fic title thing: Tony Stark's baby with stuckony?

YOOOOOOO I LOVED THIS TITLE IMMEDIATELY

Tony Stark's Baby

It had been a great scandal, Tony Stark appearing at his parent's table with news that he was with child. He'd been groomed for royalty. Perhaps not in the direct family line, but a cousin or niece, perhaps. He had the breeding, the finishing, the temperament. He would have made a good husband.

Now he was wasted. That was the word Howard had shouted at him. Wasted. As if that was all he'd raised his son for, to give to someone else. Then again... maybe he had. Tony had never really talked about him with warmth and affection.

If Howard had had any for him, it died that night when he gave Tony the choice to abort or leave. And no one had seen Tony since.

"I wonder if he ever told Howard who the father might be," Steve mused, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. They'd been riding for quite some time since they'd left the Stark estate.

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. "Do you think that Howard would have let us leave the property alive if he knew it was one of us?"

Steve took a moment to really think of his answer. "No, you're right. He would have tried to kill at least one of us." He dropped his hand with a sigh. "I thought Howard was different."

"Yeah, I think his title went to his head," Bucky grumbled. He lifted his head a little. "Looks like we're almost there."

"It was nice of his ma to let him live on her property," Steve said, then grimaced when Bucky shot him an unimpressed frown. "I mean, obviously it's the least she could do for her son and grandchild, but I'm surprised Howard allowed it."

"They had a written agreement that this would be her property to control," Bucky reminded him. He pulled his horse in closer to Steve's, unable to help the smug smirk that crossed his lips as he quietly added, "Heard Howard tried to get her to kick Tony out anyway. Every single servant left the manor that night. I heard it was because they didn't want to be witnesses if Maria killed him."

Steve nodded a little. That made sense. Maria hadn't been the best mother to Tony, but he couldn't imagine her looking at her pregnant child and deciding both her son and his child should suffer, even if she could only bring herself to see the baby but once.

They made it over the hill and stopped to let their horses rest a bit from the climb. There was a little farm in the valley below. Self-sufficient, Clint had called it. No profit. He could grow enough for them to eat, but not enough that he could make more than a few coins with his spare vegetables. A kind gift, but also a punishment.

"Well," Steve said after a moment. "No point putting this off."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed quietly, and they nudged their horses forward again.

There was no one outside to meet them, but they hadn't really expected there to be. Tony couldn't afford to hire help, so any that he got were beholden to his mother, and they hadn't really ingratiated themselves to her, if the way her eyes went sharp with realization after their careful questioning were any indication. The yard had a few toys, but otherwise was well-kept. There was smoke coming from the chimney.

Steve and Bucky fussed with their horses a bit, then gave up on wasting time, putting off the inevitable. Either Tony would accept them, or he wouldn't. If he didn't, that was his right. They had gotten word about the scandal three years ago on the front lines, and maybe they could have come back then, if they'd pushed it. But Tony hadn't asked them to come home, so they didn't.

Steve knocked, then stepped over to press his shoulder to Bucky's. Bucky pressed closer.

The door opened, and Tony was there, tipping his head back to look up at them.

"You're late," Tony said, and then, before they could respond, he turned to step back inside. "Put your horses away. Supper's almost ready, and Harley will be waking from his nap."

"We can stay?" Bucky asked, unable to help his surprise.

Tony glanced back over his shoulder at them. "If you're taking responsibility," he answered carefully.

"We'll scream to the rooftops he's ours," Steve offered immediately.

"And that we plan to bond into a triad," Bucky added.

Tony tipped his head thoughtfully. "...Put your horses away," he repeated. "And if you're nice to me, maybe I'll give you a welcome home kiss."

"Fucking move," Steve said, throwing Bucky to the ground, and Bucky squawked in offense as he chased after him.

[cabezadeperro]

Fic title meme! "iron bars and prison breaks" please!

hi! thanks for sending an ask!

i feel like this is very obvious, but i immediately thought of papillon but with clones lmao. first i thought of dogma--we don't know what happened to him after umbara after all--but then i remembered that slick exists.

let's be real, he probably was decommissioned (i just can't picture the republic spending money in keeping clones like him alive), but if he wasn't--well. he didn't seem the kind of person to sit and wait in a cell. so: a story about him breaking out of prison, or trying to, at the same time order 66 takes place. will slick and his allies make it out? will they be able to escape order 66? will they escape one prison and find themselves in a different, much worse one?

If you make up titles (and pairings!) for stories I didn’t write, I will respond with details of those non-written stories. Just think of the possibilities!

[thetragicallynerdy]

Hi, I'm here from the tealoranges tag! Fic title meme: Are You Going to Scarborough Fair?

Alright alright, I finally had the brains to think about this and write something! (For those who haven't heard of it, this meme is that you send me a fic title, and I sketch out the fic I think would match it. I am not accepting further prompts for this meme at this time.)

I know that this one would go really nicely as a like, farmers market au, but hear me out: post-war au and farmer’s market au. Because the canticle aspect of Simon & Garfunkle’s version of Scarborough Fair always, always makes me think about war (because, y’know, it’s about war). But, because it’s Jim and Olu, and I really wouldn’t ever write an actual war type fic, lets go with “Canon time - Jim, returning from their holy mission, and Oluwande, who sells his wares at the market.”

When I started typing this I was going to say it was more vibes than plot (the Vibes being an exhausted Jim who’s killed a whole lot of men and then returned home to find that they’re still not at peace, and then they meet Oluwande) but now there’s like 1000+ words of plot so here u go:

Jim never made it to Nassau as their first stop in their mission. They don’t meet Oluwande, and they instead spend ten-fifteen years tracking down every last member of the Siete Gallos. Alfeo de la Vaca is not their first. He’s closer to their last, which is the main reason that they keep at it so long – a) there is no one to encourage them to stop, and b) they haven’t killed the one that matters yet.

Somewhere along the way, they have exactly one run in with Blackbeard and Stede, who we can presume are still doing their romance off to the side. They see a handsome Black man with a teal earring on the crew who catches their eye – but then they forget about him.

Oluwande, meanwhile, got out of Spanish Jackie’s for other reasons, about the same time as he would’ve in canon. He finds Stede, and has a rather successful career in piracy before he finally settles down and buys a home. He learns how to make jewelry, and sells it. Tiny trinkets, that sort of thing, to keep his hands busy. For some reason, he really liked St. Augustine the last time they were there. He settles down.

Jim finally finishes their hit list. They return to St. Augustine, scarred and hardened and hoping to find some semblance of peace, because all they feel is a hollowness in their chest and a bone-deep weariness. They come home to a home that’s still empty and ruined, overgrown after decades of neglect.

Whether or not Nana is still alive is up to you. If she is, her exuberance over Jim being done their mission grates against the disenchantment they’re feeling. If she’s not, there’s a point of grief over ‘she was the one I was doing this for, and she’s not even here to see it.’

Either way – Jim is not doing great. They try and fix up the farm, but mainly fix up the house enough to live in, and wallow. The Beautiful Life they were promised afterwards hasn’t happened, and everything feels like dust. Very ‘returning from war and finding yourself at odds with the world’ type vibes.

But then they wander into the market one morning when they’re coming in to, I dunno, buy food, and they happen across a tiny stall, run by a beautiful man with a teal earring. He sells jewelry, and it feels so frivolous, so unnecessary, but they can’t help but stop and look at it. Jewelery isn’t even their thing, but they can’t help but reach out and touch the intricate little earrings.

Oluwande recognizes them. And, in true Oluwande fashion, blurts out “holy shit, I know you.” This is not immediately a concern. Most people in town know them, by rumour at the very least, of the Jimenez child who lived. It’s a small place. However, then he says “we met on uh – The Gentleman Pirate’s ship, you killed that guy –“ and Jim gets very defensive very fast. And maybe runs away a little, wondering if they need to just pack up and go because they don’t really want people recognizing them for all the blood they’ve spilled.

(And then they remember the handsome man with the teal earring, and kick themself a little for not being able to place him immediately. He's still just as handsome, all these years later.)

Later that day Oluwande shows up at their door, with an apology on his lips and a small earring in his hand. “Didn’t mean to scare you off,” he says sheepishly. “I just got excited. Not many people here that know what I used to do.”

Jim reluctantly lets him in, and offers him a drink. They talk. Or, Oluwande talks, and Jim listens.

It’s not love at first meeting. But so many people in town avoid talking to Jim, and he doesn’t seem to care about the blood they’ve spilled. Hell, he was a pirate. He’s spilled just as much. So a tentative friendship is born.

They start seeking him out. Wandering to the market just to talk and pretend to browse his wares. They keep the earring he gave them, but their ears aren’t pierced, so they don’t do anything with it. They start bringing small food treats that they pick up at the market, so they have an excuse to sit and share it. Oluwande brightens every time they show up. He starts having tea or something else to drink ready every time, to share with the food.

Jim keeps trying to fix up the farm. But every time they do it just feels pointless, and makes them sad. They don’t really need a job for the money, but they’re starting to get restless, like they need something to do.

They take up whittling instead. It’s hard, and they cut themself more than they have since they first learned how to handle knives. Their first clumsy attempt at a bird gets given to Oluwande. So does their second, their third. A few more become toys, given to the family down the road. It takes time, but they get good.

“You should let me sell these,” Oluwande muses, running fingers over an intricate crocodile. “They’re really good.”

Jim shrugs. “I don’t really need the money.”

He raises an eyebrow and nods at his jewelry. “Neither do I. Why do you think they’re so cheap?”

Jim lets Oluwande sell their carvings. It’s a good partnership.

Eventually they kiss him. Of course they do. He’s handsome and sweet and the only person who makes them feel like a person again, and not the assassin they’ve become. The only person who teases them about their hat and their long coat and tells them they’re not as scary as they think they are.

And it’s good. It’s so good, this little romance. Easy, in a way very few things in their life have been.

A few weeks, maybe months after they add romance to the mix, Jim admits, late one evening, how much they hate living at the farm. How they still think about leaving, all the time.

“Could move in with me,” Oluwande whispers, voice just audible from where Jim is plastered to his back. “I’ve got the space.”

Jim leaves the next morning and tells him they need to think about it, promising they’re not running away, that they just need time to think. They go, and sit on their farm, and then disappear into the woods like they did as a child. When they come back two days later, it still feels just as empty and barren and broken as it did when they first set foot back in St. Augustine, just as lost as it did when they were a child. The healing they were hoping for is happening, but it’s not happening on this farm.

So they pack up all of their things (there aren’t many), and walk to the village. The sun is just setting, and there’s a candle already burning in Oluwande’s window. There’s no hesitation before they knock.

Oluwande opens the door, and sees them, and their bag. He smiles and holds the door open wider.

“Welcome home.”

That’s it! Look I will never actually write this, so if anyone ever wants to write the thing, have at! (Just give me credit for the idea, and please for the love of god send it to me so I can read it XD)

Anyway thanks for the prompt anon, this was fun!! Sorry it took me a while XD

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Fic title: Wish you were here

Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Summary: Queen Angella is usually able to distract herself from grief by focusing on her duties as a monarch and a mother. But when the nights are quiet, she can't help but think about her greatest wish - to have Micah by her side again.

[topaz-eyes]

Give me a title for a fic, a fandom*, and a character or pairing, and I will write a snippet (a few hundred words) for that fic.

*Fandoms: Everything Everywhere All At Once, Elementary, Emergency!, Dead Poets Society, Strike Back (s6-s8 only), X Company, Lie to Me, Doctor Who (2005), Torchwood, House MD

[capitaletele]

I have some annoying things to do over the next couple of days, if you'd like to play a little game to help keep me entertained! :D Feel free to send as many as you like :p

Fic Title Meme!

If you make up titles (and pairings!) for stories I didn’t write, I will respond with details of those non-written stories. Just think of the possibilities!

[chaoticace2005]

Husk and Angel, in bed together late at night:

Husk: I love you Anthony.

Angel: *blushing*

Niffty, from in the walls: HUSK YOU’RE CHEATING ON ANGEL WITH SOME ANTHONY GUY?!

Sir Pentious, from the corner of the room: Yesss that’s quite dissssappointing

Husk and Angel:

Angel: Pentious, you can clearly see it’s me.

Sir Pentious: I see nothing but a homewrecker.

(Fic now here)

[myalchod]

✨🌼🌹 for the fic title asks!

✨ Pick a favorite fic title of yours and explain why you like it. Yay, I get to answer this one twice! Most recently, I'm pleased beyond reason with just a station on your way, because not only did the title fit, the entire freaking song fit the fic, and finding it again was such a delightful surprise. "I'm just a station on your way / I know I'm not your lover", but the melancholy note works for Andreas for me, no matter which way you want to interpret him and the fic's ending.

🌼 Name a title from another fic author and explain why you like it. Oh, this is a tough one. I love titles that read like poetry and have a rhythm and a cadence to them, in general, especially when they flow into the rhythm of the fic in turn, but I also love a brilliant sharply-worded play on words. I'm deliberately not picking something from current fandoms because I feel like I'll insult someone by not picking them, so ... rifling through my bookmarks, I'll give the shoutout to The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Bodhisattvas by Kanzeon Bosatsu (Judiciously Edited by Jiroushin), a Saiyuki Gaiden fic by veleda_k. Humour is hard, and being able to get a good title for a humour fic is even harder, and this does both.

🌹 Pick a title and explain how you chose it, its meaning, and anything else you'd like to share. Just to have an excuse to babble a little about it: who shall i say is calling? is another one where I borrow shamelessly from Leonard Cohen, but there's an added layer to it. The song takes from a Yom Kippur prayer called the Unetaneh Tokef, and the English translations echo how Cohen's "Who By Fire" starts with listing off a bunch of ways someone might die. There's the obvious correlation, but since Yom Kippur is (among other things) a day wherein one remembers the dead -- the penultimate section of the services is Yizkor, or Remember -- it gave me an added layer to please my nerd brain.

[ ask me another | answers ]

[tocourtdisaster]

for the fic title ask game, codywan, "a love that won't sit still"?

Cody had thought it was hard being in love with a Jedi during a time of war, but it’s somehow even harder once the peace treaties are signed and Obi-Wan becomes the Order’s go-to diplomat. At least Obi-Wan had requested a clone escort for his latest mission so Cody has an excuse to follow him across the galaxy again.

[cosmicourple]

Ok but Odysseus as the god of Puppeteering & Mind of Shadows would completely flip the story on its head. I imagine that in order to topple the gods, he’d want to do it without arousing suspicion because what kind of puppeteer would he be if he was discovered right away? So he played it sneakily. When he catches Athena’s connection, he already has her snared in his trap, a connection made that he can pull back on when the time is right. I’m not sure if he’ll still be connected to Hermes or the lost deity’s powers had overwhelm and erased it but he and Hermes will eventually meet. He does love Penelope and hates how he can’t tell her who he really is otherwise someone might catch him and ruin everything but he does put protective blessings on her and his son who might have inherited his powers, he’s gonna seal that up real quick until the time is right.

As the Trojan war comes, Odysseus played it cool but secretly made connections to the gods that appear whenever they made themselves known like Ares, Aphrodite, Apollo and Artemis. The only exception was Zeus due to him being more powerful than the rest and while he did have to drop the baby, he did save him and leave him to his minions who I imagine are puppets he made. Every death during the odyssey, Odysseus secretly saves them and puts them in his pocket dimension because of his attachment to them. When Athena leaves, he’s saddened but disappointed; I feel like a part of him wanted to give the gods a chance but after Athena left, he no longer saw any good in them and what’s going to be a divine invasion would be considered justified. He thought Athena could change, but he supposed that he was wrong…

From there, it becomes much more easier to manipulate now that Athena isn’t watching him. He knew that by revealing his name, he’ll draw Poseidon’s attention where he can make a connection using their hatred towards each other as the basis so that it can click. He’s not someone who can see prophecies like Apollo, rather he knows what to do to make things play out how he wants. He does want to go home, but the deities were getting impatient so off to Scylla he goes where he lets her eat sirens instead. Mutiny happened and while it did hurt, he never blamed his crew because he understood them and finally… He encountered Zeus. Helios was actually his target but he’ll take the top god and other ways of persuasion him to form a connection using lust. He even learns some unexpected things from the king of gods which he files away for another time due to how they made his chest feel weird.

And with that, everything is in place and soon, he’ll no longer be Odysseus. It’s like the song ‘The main character’ but in a more tragic light; as much as Odysseus loved living as a mortal, he can’t be seen as human. He’s the vessel of the forgotten deities’ anger and it’s either he fails, gets taken/hurt by the Olympian gods never to see his family again, or finally put his plan into action. He thinks himself as a puppet ironically, after all he was created to bring ruin to the gods, much like how Pandora was made to give a punishing gift to humanity.

So, he pulls the strings, ignoring the squeeze in his heart as he turns away from Zeus and wonders if Penelope could forgive him for what he’s doing.

*snorts this world building like dwugs :3*

On a less weird note: NHHDWGYHHHFHHGGFFF— YAS!1!!!1!! OMG ODYSSEUS W/ ALL HIS BEHIND THE SCENES GLORY AHFDDEWWSSSS EEEEEEEE THIS LOOKS SO FUN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

If I’m gonna dissect some things,,,, :

#1: auhhhh u put the Last Minute Titles I made 4 Ody’ to good use 🤩🙏 him analysing his situation so to not cause suspicion is very him, AWBGAS him establishing ‘connections’ to The Gods, probably to manipulate them by info access but also maybe these Connections r like invisible Magic Strings that Odysseus can use to weaken them when, as u put it, the time is right AKA Dimension Invasion Time omg ouggggg— either way, very kool <33.

I still think he’d have some DNA-related connections to Hermes, it mostly being there too give him a base 4 when he accesses his Godly Form :) (in my mind, Ody’ was sent into This World as a Little Shadow Blob, the first form he took was when he incarnated as Ithaca’s Newborn Prince :33)

Cries, he loves his wife & son no matter what, makes it even more of a shame about wha he’s suppose to do hehe hmmm *pockets Telemachus w/ Otherworldly Deity Genes 4 later*…

#2: ohohoho— The Trojan War spat got no idea who it’s actually helped :),,,

Awwwgffdddfes— Ody’ saving lil’ Astyanax n spiriting him away 😭😭😭 (along w/ everyone he’s attached to :() oh how he couldn’t resist to raise that kid :’) + omg mindless puppet looking shadows as Ody’s’ minions / ‘Eikon’ (I think that’s how u use the word when referring to a false being created by a God??? Idk??-) is *chefs kiss* those sound like such badass things to wield ngl-

*wince* ouwwwww, My Goodbye sounds so awkward but also funny in a kinda sick way in this scenario bc- Athena is arrogantly yelling at Ody’ to do some shit & then there’s Odysseus of Ithaca over here existing as The Nuclear Weapon Mastermind of some spiteful dying Universe LMAO—- 😭

Ouch, Ody’ wanting to be at least somewhat fair, give The Gods a chance thru observation but then Athena lets her pride get in the way & now their fate of getting fucked over is permanently sealed ooooooo— just one less argument Athena, just one less argument is probably all it coulda’ taken 😙,,,

#3: everything falling into place as the story goes on, The Gods none the wiser to what is on the horizon…

Lmao, Odysseus wanting to go after Helios makes me think of that meme where it’s a guy pointing a shotgun at the sun GTHHAAGL😭😭😭

Ohohohohook— there we go >:]]] glad 2 see that the Manwhore thoughts r sprinkled into every one of my A.U’s :3

But now, along w/ the Blender Timeloop A.U, with angst!1!!!1!11

Idk if I’m reading dis wrong, but those ‘unexpected things’ from Zeus sound like The Godking catchin’ feeeeelss~~ hehe oh the dramaest drama *rubs hand together evilly*

Also yep- Odysseus already got a lot on his plate, so that is def something he’s want to deal with,,,,later.

#4: ah Character Feeling Way 2 Attached To Their False Identity But Very Much Needing 2 Let It Go, one of my fav tropes 😏

Speaking of character tropes: THE MAIN CHARACTER BY WILL WOOD LET’S GOOOO— ouuuuu- yes, that’s such a good song 4 Ody’ here <D✨ (mostly bc I just luv the song) & OUUUUUHHHHH—- in general, the pain of having to fulfil his purpose as a infiltrator / virus- 🥲🥲🥲 love that angst 😋.

Yeah,,,, The Lore I’ve made in my mind paints Odysseus’s whole- thing, existence very tragic, but that’s what The Greeks were all about so, still fits nicely w/ the usual cruelty in their stories !!

Bringing up The Other Deities as I’ll now call them, while their objective of reviving their Universe thru the equivalent of seeking a rat into a land owners papers is gonna be very, very disruptive to Greece’s current economy, I never rlly thought of them as. Bad. Morally grey, absolutely if not as well a bit sympathetic, but never rlly. Bad. A few of them even learn to care 4 Ody’ as they observe him growing up <), still pushing their goal onto him n guiding him to fulfil his purpose, but they also make sure to treat him as a person. A young person that needs to be nurtured. (mostly 4 the plan to work out smoothly but there’s some care 4 their infiltrators wellbeing,,,)

Despite all of this, Ody’ is still not having a great time dealing w/ everything,,,, obviously. It’s a pretty morbid way to live.

#5: plan getting set into motion ohohohehe- here comes The Drama + unnecessary All Powerful Odysseus lmao :’)

Haha I will never let this man be happy with his family :))))).

[aurumacadicus]

If you still want titles & pairings... how about Vainglorious with Starkbucks? (I love your writing & fics so so so much & i hope you're having a really good day)

I had to look up what this meant lmao. Thanks! You too!

Vainglorious

"This is your own fault, you know?" Bucky asked, picking through a bunch of flowers before he found a pretty hibiscus. He popped the entire thing into his mouth.

"Gross, you're supposed to suck the--" Tony began, but apparently he thought better of it, because he just shook his head and turned away.

Bucky plucked out a lily and took a bite out of one of the petals. "You're the one who thought it would be a good idea to tempt the fae," he continued, unperturbed.

Tony scowled. "I wasn't trying to tempt the fae. That's poisonous."

"Not to me," Bucky replied, shrugging. He turned to look over at the closet, where Steve was apparently packing all of Tony's clothes into a satchel that looked like it could only fit one shirt. "Doll, did Tony tempt us?"

"Of course he tempted us," Steve scoffed, beginning to wad up a silk shirt, which Tony squawked and snatched from him. He blinked at Tony, unimpressed, then reached in to grab another shirt to shove into the bag. "Walking through our circle, dressed in fine clothes, calling us assholes when we wouldn't let him leave--"

"Most people," Tony said loudly, shoving himself between Steve and the opening to his closet. He snatched the second shirt away from him. "Do not find being called an asshole attractive! Fucking cut it out, you brute, you're going to ruin all my clothes--"

Steve blinked at his empty hands, then looked back up at Tony, raising an eyebrow. "It's novel. People normally try very hard not to insult the fae."

"You deserve it and more!" Tony exclaimed, then slapped Steve's hand away from his diadem. "Don't touch that."

"We'd make you a better one," Steve huffed, sulking away from his closet. "Something grand, maybe, with gold and sapphires."

"Rubies," Bucky corrected, taking another bite of lily.

Tony hovered in front of his closet a moment longer, just to make sure Steve wouldn't dart back over when his guard was down, then grabbed the satchel to upend it. Half of all the clothes he owned came tumbling out.

"Be careful. I store spells in there," Bucky said, smirking when Tony immediately flipped the bag back upright.

"Put you in prettier clothes, too," Steve mused, eyes going dark and speculative. "Silks, and satins... some lace, maybe..."

"Ooh, lace!" Bucky agreed. He handed Steve the bouquet that some prospective beau had sent Tony. "Try the hibiscus. It's good."

Steve plucked one out. "Don't mind if I do."

"Stop eating my proposal gifts," Tony hissed, rushing over to snatch the vase out of Bucky's hands.

Steve and Bucky just frowned at him, unimpressed. "You don't need any proposals," Steve said. "You've promised yourself to us."

"I didn't know I was promising myself to you, you crafty bastards!" Tony exclaimed angrily. "And it won't even work! My country needs an heir." He frowned at them and hoped it didn't show any disappointment, because in other circumstances, he would have loved a roll in the hay with them. "You two don't really have the necessary parts."

"We can get you an heir," Bucky promised. The filthy grin on his face and spark of magic over his fingers didn't really leave a lot of questioning as to how.

Tony blinked at him slowly, disbelieving, then raised the vase over his head and threw it at him as hard as he could.

Steve caught it, but they both got splashed with water and slapped with flowers. "Okay, look, maybe we should talk about this," he offered hastily when he noticed Tony stomping over to where his other proposal gifts were. One of them looked like a sword.

"Maybe we should talk about this," Tony repeated, voice mocking, before he found the sword and grabbed it up.

"God damn it why are we so attracted to assholes," Bucky huffed, scrambling out of the way as Tony lunged toward them with a furious scream.

[tethered-heartstrings]

hiii! just wanted to give everyone a heads up that I am having gender-affirming surgery next week and will very likely not be on very much if at all as I recover. I will try and have memes and posts scheduled but I probably won't be able to make more when those run out. I'll also up my queue/rb my old posts. in my absence please feel free to check out my ao3/fic masterlist and older memes/metas/etc. or my ko-fi if you like what i make!

[freyafrida]

tagged by @jomiddlemarch, thank you!!! :D

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

here's what has enough progress that i reasonably hope to finish get decent work done on it in 2025!

tagging @librarylexicon @gogandmagog @batrachised @noneedtoamputate aaaand anyone else who wants to ✌️

[indiaalphawhiskey]

fake title: almost tethered

💋 Almost Tethered

This was, by far, the longest and most awkward silence in the history of mankind, and yet, Louis couldn’t, for the life of him, think of a single thing to say.

Because, really, what was he supposed to say?

He knew fuck all about the man sitting casually on his chaise in a frieghteningly sexy brown duck jumper, except that he had been crazy enough to agree to a threesome with Louis and his fiancé to help spice up their already very extended engagement (that every single person they loved was still waiting for them to call off).

Well, okay, Louis didn’t know ‘fuck all’ exactly. He knew he had a face that was a little too pretty to be true (so much so that Louis had bet Robbie they were being catfished and was now down £20), that he was probably making an obscenely (heh) good living if his (surprisingly tasteful, only-strategically-posed-artful-nudes) OnlyFans page had anything to say about it, and that his actual real name was Harry Styles.

So, Louis knew some things (four, he knew a total of four things), none of which he could use to fill this rather excruciating silence. Lovely.

It didn’t help that Harry hadn’t said a thing to him either since walking through their door – not that he could have, what with the way Robbie had bulldozed through the introductions before swiftly exiting to make everyone martinis.

(“Do you even know how to make a martini?” Louis had asked as they were getting dressed that evening.

Robbie had waved off his very pressing concern. “I’ll Google it. Wine just seems a little too pedestrian for a threesome, you know?”)

Louis began to roll his eyes at the memory but quickly aborted the motion, worried Harry might think it was directed at him. He reverted back to their mutual staring, though, admittedly whilst Louis was sure his expression was similar to that of a frightened raccoon, Harry’s was painfully cool. Collected and poised. Almost serene. Unbothered.

His smirk was soft; green eyes kind yet still somewhat appraising. Louis supposed he couldn’t help it, given their, ah, agenda for the evening. He actually found himself hoping Harry liked what he saw.

Louis certainly did; found himself wondering if it would be appropriate to lick at the swallows tattooed on Harry’s collarbones, or if that was more of a second session kind of thing.

Would there be a second session? Likely not, since the entire point of doing this with a stranger was to avoid all the awkwardness afterwards. (Which said nothing of the awkwardness during.)

He was overthinking and needed to stop, immediately.

God, say something! Louis commanded himself, unable to remember the last time he blinked. As had become habit since his engagement, his hand drifted down to fiddle with the watch he wore with a fierce kind of loyalty on his right wrist. His mind drifted to three words hidden under the expensive leather strap – his accidental life mantra, bestowed upon him by fate.

He thought of how the curve of capital D swooped, how the N had always been a little crooked, how he had learned the cursive version of an S before he could even write or read.

How Robbie hadn’t said the words when they’d met.

How, because of that, his family thought this engagement had been doomed from the start.

How Harry still hadn’t said anythi—

“Don’t be nervous.”

Louis’ answer was automatic, almost involuntary, because he’d been saying it in mock response all his life. “I’m not.”

Needless to say, the next time Louis found himself staring awkwardly back at Harry Styles, it was not because of their impending threesome. It was because said third in their impending threesome had just uttered his soulmark.

— Or, there were a multitude of awkward ways to meet one’s soulmate. They could say your mark from the urinal next to you mid-wee at a funeral, or sneaking out of your flatmate’s bedroom after a one night stand, or trying to upsell the newest state-of-the-art dildo in their family-owned sex shop.

Still, Louis was pretty sure his version was the one that took the cake.

[catboygirljoker]

[slaps roof of xigbar] this bad boy can fit so much projected religious trauma in him