#aspen's fantasy prompts

[nat-1-whump]

🌈 Pride fantasy prompts

Pride writing ideas no. 1

(Little to no angst or whump here, I wanted to focus on happier stories this time around.)

Mages use transformation spells as a magical method of gender-affirming surgery. One mage who specializes in such magic travels across the land, helping anyone from tiny fairies to gigantic dragons be their true selves. Nothing brings them more joy than giving their client a mirror after the spell is done and watching their face light up. And when someone needs that spell, the mage will find a way to do it, no matter who or what they have to challenge in order to do so.

Asexual succubi and incubi find non-sexual ways to seduce their targets. A character hears a noise in the middle of the night and goes to the kitchen to find a demon-like creature baking them a cake that reads, "Come to the darkest pits of the underworld, please? 🥺" With the layers upon layers of chocolate fudge, how could anyone resist?

A gay mage learns a teleportation spell to bring their crush on a date without anyone else seeing, because they are worried about what people will think. However, the spell backfires and ends up teleporting them to the wrong place. As they work together to find their way home, the two overcome challenges for each other and realize that their love really does conquer all.

A trans character finds out that they're trans by accessing some sort of magic that only another gender is supposed to be able to access. For example, a transfem sailor thinks she's a cis guy until she is the only one on the ship who can see an island that is magically hidden from everyone except women. She had always felt a bit "off" but kind of pushed it to the side, attributing it to literally anything except being trans. The island beckons to her and confirms the feelings she had ignored for years. (I thought there was an island like that in the Odyssey but I can't find anything about it so I may be wrong.)

When a gay couple adopts a child, they weren't expecting to bring home a dragon egg. But, that won't stop them from being the best adoptive parents anyone could have. They spend nights deep in the library, set on learning everything they need to raise their dragon child. (Or, alternatively, a dragon couple ends up adopting a human or otherwise non-dragon child.)

Due to their association with rainbows, magic, and self-expression, unicorn derbies become widely celebrated events during pride festivals. A particularly clever unicorn escapes right before the derby, and magical shenanigans ensue.

While others their age are asking their crushes to dances and peeking at raunchy magazines, an aroace teen is busy training swordfighting with a dragon that they keep hidden a little bit away from their house. Their parents find some evidence of their teen sneaking out and assume it's with some romantic partner. When their teen reluctantly agrees to introduce them, they weren't expecting to come face to face with a gigantic reptile. They said they wanted their teen to be with whoever makes them happy... But this is awkward.

Immortal characters who've been around for centuries don't necessarily understand the newer labels and identities, but they're excited that their children are able to express themselves in ways they weren't able to a few hundred years ago. They do their best to support their kid's identity... Possibly to the point of embarrassing their kid with their enthusiasm. They mean well though.

A genderfluid character who can shapeshift uses their ability to transition on the spot whenever and however they feel like it. They kind of take this ability for granted, until their non-shapeshifter friend wants to transition and can't just do so by snapping their fingers. This shapeshifter does their best to help their friend find clothes and hairstyles that might have the same effect. They end up having to be a bit creative with what they have, but it's a lot more fun than either expected.

To represent the strength of their relationship, a gay swordsmith forges a sword as a surprise present (or proposal, like a ring but cooler) for their beloved. They decide to gather gemstones from the place they first met (or some other place that is significant to them), but getting the gemstone proves to be a difficult quest. They end up asking for their partner's help, all while keeping it a secret why they need it. When they finally get the gemstone and forge the sword, the colorful pieces in the hilt tell a story of their journey together.

Elves and other androgynous creatures completely demolish outdated standards of what each gender is "supposed to" look like. Some people are frustrated with how hard it is to assume an elf's gender, but lots of trans and nonbinary people are inspired by the magical genderfuckery. (I know I am, lol. Legolas was my first gender envy.)

(Feel free to add on!)

[queenfisher1]

(#FFF215 Mall at Night) A Mall?

This is part of my wip, Aspen's Wings. All the characters belong to me. The prompt kind of lit a lightbulb in my brain for what to write so here it is.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

She carefully stepped through the portal. The delicate sand texture of the bright swirling light slid gently off her shoulders. The tingling sensation in her fingers calmed down as the portal grew smaller. The moment it disappeared, Aspen found herself in a pitch black room.

“Shoot, where am I?” She slowly took a few steps forward, at first feeling nothing but an empty space in front of her. The sound of her boots tapping the ground slightly echoed about the space. I finally got out of that darn cave only to end up in another dark enclosed space, she sighed.

“Hopefully there isn’t anything in the darkness with you,” the mysterious voice muttered.

“You’re not helping!” Aspen scolded under her breath.

“Sorry,” they squeakily whispered. She reached out with her hand and felt a strange glass. It was uneven, but smooth as a fine silk. Carefully walking along the side of it, she feels the sill of what seems to be a window. Her eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness. It was blurry, but she could see it. A door handle. It turned out to be locked and rattled noisily when she wiggled it.

“Well, at least I know I’m not in another cave,” she shrugged. Aspen slowly backed away from the door. Suddenly something underneath her heel bent and crashed onto the hard floor. She quickly lifted her foot away and froze. “What was that?!”

"¡¿Quién está ahí?!" a voice called out. Aspen frantically looked back and forth before seeing a dim light appear from behind a wall far. She could hear their footsteps come closer.

“That can’t be good,” the mysterious voice whimpered. I know! I’m not stupid. Her heart began to quicken as she took several steps back. Everything seemed to freeze in place when her foot slipped into a large hole in the floor. She held her breath as she felt the sensation of falling. A frozen shock of fear paralyzed her if only for a moment. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her wings, landing on a stiff carpet.

“GYAH!! My back!” she shouted.

"¡Hay un intruso en el centro comercial!" Aspen couldn’t understand what they shouted but she had a feeling it meant that she was in big trouble. She stumbled to her feet and rushed onward, still not being able to see all that well. The person above began to run. Their heavy footsteps echoed loudly against the walls. Something warm and wet began to drip from her back.

“Aspen! You’re bleeding!”

“Not helping!!” The person chasing her jumped down and landed with a large thunk. 

“Oh great-!” She suddenly hit her head against a wall and stumbled backward. “Ow!”

"¡Manos donde puedo verlas!" Aspen froze and slowly turned around. She stared into a blinding light that shone bright, hiding the source behind it. They hissed out a small gasp. She stood there awkwardly as she tried to think of something. I can only guess that they speak Spanish, but I don’t know Spanish. Panic rose in her head as the person in front of her continued to be silent in shock.

“Uhh . . . hola?” she shrugged as she nervously put her hands up. Her wings quickly crunched up tightly behind her back. The person let out a startled shout and dropped the flashlight pointing at her frightfully with their claw. The flashlight’s light shone against their green reptile body fitted with a cop outfit.

"¡¡DEMONIO!!" they screamed. Aspen jumped and started screaming bloody murder.

“MONSTER!!” she cried. She clenched her fists and flinched away from them.

"¡No me mates, solo soy un guardia nocturno!" they whimpered squeakily as they ran away from the scene. Aspen stood there, back against the wall. Her breathing began to quiet down as the lizard’s footsteps faded away. The muscles in her fingers began to relax. It became silent, and everything went still.

“What was that?” Aspen whimpered.

“That’s weird.”

“What’s weird?!”

“I thought that would work, but I guess those berries you’ve collected work differently.”

“What do you mean?! This isn’t my home world?!”

“It seems sooo,” they hummed. I wish I could punch you.

“I can hear your thoughts, you know.” Aspen flinched subtly and clenched her head.

“Why couldn’t you have said that earlier?!”

“I thought that it would be obvious after I said I only existed in your head.” Of course, Aspen sighed. She took a quick deep breath in and slowly let her hands down. “Well, are you going to just stand here or try doing something other than being a sitting duck?”

“You’re right, I can’t stay here.” Her back suddenly began to tingle and sting in pain. “Oh, ow! That hurts! Where did that come from-?!”

“Aspen, you fell, remember?”

“Oh.” She looked at the flashlight the lizard left for a moment, entering a daze. Quickly shaking her head, she crouches down and picks it up. It had a strange texture, but it still felt familiar to her. It seemed almost like a normal flashlight from her realm. She held it for a while, playing around with it in her hand. It was large and had a very rough texture. She looked around and observed the ceiling above her head. How did I not break a bone falling from that? Did my wings break my fall somehow? Looking around a bit more, she began to realize what kind of place she had ended up. She looked at a few of the storefronts, all either seeming like some kind of clothing outlet or food court. A lot of them were themed with some kind of reptile or bird.

“I should probably check on my back before doing anything else,” Aspen mumbled. “One of the clothing stores should have a mirror. Hopefully I can find one that isn't locked.”

[buckets-and-trees]

We're having full moon. A bloody full moon. Is it a night for the brutal Alpha warrior Steve to snatch you? Or perhaps a night when the fallen angel James binds your soul to his?

Eva, you left this ask for me on October 28, 2023. At the time, it stumped me but intrigued me. Every month when we got to the full moon, it'd pop back up onto my radar, and I wanted to do something really worthy of the prompt - it just compelled me, but I kept waiting patiently for something to ignite my imagination. The idea finally revealed itself to me near the end of the summer, and I let it start to build. Then, when I actually started writing it, I got so immersed in building up everything, I realized it was a much bigger epic than I anticipated, and so I got more diligent on my plotting and planning, and so HERE WE ARE with the reveal ON a full moon - and a super moon to real seal the fate of this story/this reader! I have been dying keeping this surprise from you for months!

Chosen, Part 8: Binding

Characters/Pairings: James Buchanan Barnes/Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader Word Count: 2.9k Summary: Consecrated and deemed worthy, the ritual will begin.

SERIES Content Warnings: SOFT!DARK STORY, cult themes, explicit smut, dubious consent and enthusiastic consent, veiled truths, gaslighting, sleeping drugs

CHAPTER Content Warnings: cult elements - human offering for a ritual, blood bond via dagger; explicit smut: blood play, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, vaginal intercourse, consent is still mildly dubious; exhibitionism; supernatural binding; terato/monster fucking

Notes: To anyone who has not read from the beginning, I have determined that one could reasonably start with Part 7: Offering and just read these two parts.

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You gasp, jaw dropping, and eyes widening as you take in the scene before you. You’re overcome with awe and wonder, and maybe just an element of fear.

James stands before you as more than a man. Arms outstretched, he has also unfurled a set of enormous, feathered wings - one white, gleaming as brightly under the light of the full moon and matching its glow and aura. Extending from his left shoulder is another massive wing, jet black with an iridescent blue sheen in the moonlight. It’s the flash of black that had caught your eye over his shoulder when you first laid eyes on him. You realize now he’d masterfully hidden both wings behind his back, only ever circling you until this moment when he revealed himself in all his glory.

A literal angel, mighty and fearsome, in the flesh.

Your mind reels. Angels were the stuff of religious tradition or fantasy or folklore. Yet here was this man - more than a mere human - before your very eyes. As you’ve been shocked and surprised numerous times over today, this revelation - though unexpected - does not jar you the way it would have… maybe even the way it still should.

In no way are your myriad of questions answered, but some threads and pieces start to weave a picture together. Much of the imagery in the tapestries and paintings, some of the research avenues you learned about, The Winged Heritage Foundation name itself, and even the mere organization of a cult.

It’s all surreal, but given the context suddenly makes sense.

The rest of the followers fall to their knees in reverence as James spreads his wings wide, filling the clearing with an otherworldly presence. The energy shifts around you, crackling with pure power that makes every hair on your body stand on end.

"This is my true form," James says, his voice echoing around you. "I am not like any being you have encountered before."

You can only nod wordlessly in response.

"But do not be afraid," he continues, lowering his arms and folding his wings back against his back. "I have no wish to harm or frighten you."

You feel a sense of calm wash over you at his words despite everything that has happened so far tonight. There is something about him that makes it difficult for you to be afraid or angry at him. Is it a supernatural power? His words? Or some intuitive sense you seem to have to want to trust him?

"As I said before," James continues. "You have been chosen for a special purpose."

He takes a step towards you, his eyes locking onto yours and holding your gaze yet again.

As James approaches, his wings rustle softly behind him. The moonlight catches on his feathers, creating an ethereal glow that surrounds him. Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches out to cup your face in his hands.

"You are destined for greatness," he murmurs, his voice low and hypnotic, meant only for you. "Through our union, you will ascend beyond the limitations of mortality."

His thumbs stroke your cheeks gently, and you feel a warmth spreading through your body from his touch. It's as if his very essence is seeping into you, igniting something deep within your core.

"Shall we begin?" he asks, this time loud enough for those assembled to hear, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, unable to form words. The energy between you is palpable, electric. James leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. His thumb traces your lower lip, and you part them slightly, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

"The ritual will bind us together," James continues. "Your essence will become intertwined with mine. You will gain strength and longevity - strength to endure my needs, longevity to align with my own preternatural lifespan.”

Without warning, he reaches out and grasps the fabric of your chemise, tearing it down the middle with a swift, powerful motion. The sound of ripping silk echoes in the clearing, and you gasp as the cool night air hits your exposed skin.

James' eyes roam over your body, drinking in every curve and dip. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely empowered under his appreciative gaze. After all, you’re naked and exposed with him, no one else chosen to be on this altar with an angel.

"Perfect," he breathes, and you feel a flush of heat spread across your cheeks and down your neck.

“Are you ready to embrace the destiny chosen for you? Deemed worthy by the witnesses, by me?”

You hesitate for a moment before nodding again, and willing yourself to utter an unmistakable, “Yes.”

You have no idea what this destiny entails, but something inside of you is urging you forward - the ever-evolving curiosity, the inexplicable pull towards this strange ritual, to the soul of this inhuman man.

His hand reaches out to caress your cheek, his touch both gentle and electric, a momentary reassurance.

“Steve,” he calls out, “bring the knife.”

Your heart pounds as Steve approaches with a gleaming ceremonial dagger. The blade catches the moonlight, its surface is etched intricate symbols you don’t recognize, and the edge of the blade wickedly sharp. James takes the knife, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Remember, I will never harm you. This part may hurt," he warns softly, "but it is necessary for the binding."

You tense instinctively, but force yourself to remain still as James brings the blade to your palm. With swift precision, he makes a shallow cut across your skin. You hiss at the sting, watching as crimson beads well up along the line.

James then turns the knife on himself, slicing his own palm without hesitation. His blood is darker than yours, almost black in the moonlight.

"With this mingling of our blood," he intones, "we begin the joining of our essences."

He presses his bleeding palm to yours, entwining your fingers. The contact initiates something you’ve never experienced in your life. As your blood mingles with James', a strange tingling sensation spreads from your joined hands. It's as if lightning is coursing through your veins, igniting every nerve ending in your body, rewriting each one. The sensation grows stronger, more intense, until it feels like your very cells are vibrating with energy.

James' eyes lock onto yours, his gaze so intense it's almost painful to maintain. "Do you feel the power of our union beginning to take hold?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You can only nod, words escaping you as the sensations overwhelm you. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only you and James in this moment of profound connection.

Without breaking eye contact or releasing your hand, James moves closer. His free hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. When his lips finally meet yours, it's like a supernova exploding.

The kiss is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's as if James is pouring his very essence into you through the connection of your lips. The sensation is overwhelming, electric, and intoxicating all at once. You feel yourself melting into him, your body responding with a hunger you've never known before.

His tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part them willingly. As your tongues meet, the tingling sensation that started in your joined hands intensifies, spreading through your entire body. It's as if every nerve ending is infused with something ancient and powerful.

James' free hand roams your body, caressing your curves with reverence. His touch leaves trails of heat on your skin, igniting a desperate need within you. You arch into him, craving more contact, more of this intoxicating sensation. Your joined hands remain pressed together, the mingling of your blood creating a bond that feels unbreakable. He gently pulls you closer, guiding you to lie back on the altar.

As James lowers you onto the altar, his wings unfurl behind him. The sight of them spreading wide, one pure white and one midnight black, takes your breath away. Moonlight filters through the feathers, casting an otherworldly glow over your joined bodies. The stone is cool against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from James' body as he leans over you.

James lowers his head to your neck, his lips brushing against your pulse point. You gasp as he nips at the sensitive skin, then soothes it with his tongue.

"So responsive," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "You were truly made for this, for me."

His hand, the one not still joined with yours in the blood bond, traces down your body. He cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arch into his touch, craving more.

James' hand continues its journey downward, tracing the curves of your body with reverent touches. His fingers skim over your stomach, making the muscles there quiver in anticipation.

"Open for me," he commands softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your entire being.

You comply without hesitation, parting your thighs for him. The cool night air hits your most intimate parts, making you acutely aware of how exposed you are - not just to James, but to all those gathered around the altar. Yet, strangely, you feel no shame, only a burning desire for more. The cool night air hits your most intimate parts, making you shiver.

James' fingers finally reach the apex of your thighs, and you gasp as he runs them through your folds. You're wetter than you've ever been in your life, your arousal weeping out of your cunt, you feel the drip.

Without warning, James plunges two fingers deep inside you. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off the altar. The pleasure is intense, almost overwhelming, as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace.

James' fingers move within you with expert precision, curling and stroking in a way that has you seeing stars as you’re bathed in the moonlight. Your hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more of that exquisite pleasure. With each thrust of his fingers, you feel yourself climbing higher and higher towards some unknown peak.

"That's it," James murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let yourself feel everything. Open yourself to me completely."

His thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. You writhe beneath him, gasping and moaning, lost in the sea of sensations he's creating within you.

All the while, your hands remain joined, the blood bond pulsing with energy. You can feel James' essence flowing into you through this connection, intertwining with your own.

The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity as James works your body with expert precision. Your hips rock against his hand, chasing the exquisite sensations. The dual stimulation of his fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit has you climbing higher and higher towards release.

"Let go," James commands softly. "Surrender yourself to me completely."

His words seem to unlock something deep within you. With a cry that echoes through the clearing, you shatter. Waves of ecstasy crash over you, more intense than anything you've ever experienced. Your body arches off the altar, trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm washes through you.

But James doesn't stop. He continues his ministrations, drawing out your pleasure until you're gasping and writhing beneath him. Just when you think you can't take anymore, a second orgasm hits you, even more powerful than the first, and there’s a flash of light.

As the waves of your second orgasm crash over you, you realize the flash of light you saw isn't just in your mind - it was a visible pulse of energy emanating from your body. The assembled crowd gasps in awe.

James' eyes lock onto yours, blazing with an otherworldly intensity. "Yes," he growls, his voice deep and primal. "It’s working."

In one fluid motion, he positions himself between your thighs. You feel the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and your body quivers in anticipation. Despite your recent orgasms, you find yourself craving more, needing to feel him inside you.

"This is the moment of true union," James calls out, his voice carrying clearly through the clearing.

You’re eager, aching, but he moves your joined hands, letting go to press your bloody palm to his chest over your heart, and he does the same with his own, smearing his blood across your chest. You feel the wet warmth on your skin, but you also feel it seem to seep below the surface.

Then he positions the blunt head of a truly enormous cock at the dripping entrance of your pussy.

"As I enter her body,” he announces, “our essences will fully merge."

With that, he begins to push into you, slowly but steadily. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, as your body struggles to accommodate his considerable girth. Without the stretching Steve had given to you earlier, you would be in true pain now. Even so, you mewl softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues to fill you.

"Breathe," James murmurs, his voice soothing despite the strain evident in his tone. "Let your body open for me."

You force yourself to take deep breaths, willing your muscles to relax. As you do, you feel a strange warmth spreading from where your hands are pressed to each other's chests. It's as if the blood is sinking into your skin, carrying with it a surge of energy that courses through your veins.

Inch by inch, James sinks deeper into you until he's fully sheathed. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming, like nothing you've ever experienced before. For a moment, both of you are still, and you can feel the way the air moves through your lungs, more aware of your body than you’ve ever been, and everything but him falling away.

He begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The blood bond between you pulses with energy, intensifying every sensation.

James' wings unfurl fully, creating a canopy over you both. Feathers brush against your skin, soft as silk yet crackling with power. The dual sensations of his thrusts and the ethereal touch of his wings overwhelm your senses.

He reaches for your hand again, pressing your bloody palms back together. He licks up some of the blood, and then he captures your mouth in another mighty kiss. The tang of blood is shared from his tongue to yours, and your primal urges surge even more.

James' wings unfurl fully, creating a canopy over you both. Feathers brush against your skin, soft as silk yet crackling with power. The dual sensations of his thrusts and the ethereal touch of his wings overwhelm your senses.

As James continues to move within you, the energy between you intensifies. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building towards something greater than a mere physical climax. The blood bond pulses with power, and you can feel James' essence merging with your own.

James' pace increases, his thrusts becoming more forceful. You match his rhythm, your hips rising to meet each powerful drive. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of something monumental.

"Let go," James commands, his voice a low growl. "Surrender yourself to me completely."

With those words, you shatter once more. Your back arches off the altar as waves of ecstasy crash over you. But this orgasm is different from any you've experienced before. As the pleasure courses through your body, you feel a surge of energy exploding from your core. It's as if your very essence is expanding, reaching out to intertwine with James's.

James throws his head back with a primal roar, and his wings spreading wide. You feel him pulse inside you as he reaches his own climax. As he does, another burst of energy emanates from him, and he declares, “Mine!” in triumph.

As James roars his claim, a blinding light erupts between your joined bodies. The energy that has been building explodes outward in a shockwave, rippling through the clearing.

Through the haze of pleasure and transformation, you're dimly aware of the cries of awe and wonder from the assembled crowd. But your focus remains entirely on James, on the incredible sensations coursing through you as your bond is sealed.

The light slowly fades, leaving you panting and trembling beneath James. His wings fold around you both, creating a cocoon of soft feathers. You feel different, changed in ways you can't fully comprehend yet.

“Mine,” he says again, but this time softly into your ear.

Then James scoops you up in his arms, and there’s a collective gasp as the two of you rise from the altar, James’ wings flapping powerfully, and taking you both away from the clearing. You’re sure seeing the central figure, the leader, the reason for the Winged Heritage Foundation in flight must be a true marvel to behold.

“What comes next for you, my elim, is not for the eyes of anyone but me. There is more yet for your transformation,” he proclaims.

FINAL PART: TRANSFORMATION

One more part, lovelies!

Elim, by the way, is a term I found amongst a lot of research I did on the religious and folklore traditions around the ideas and concepts of angels. There are vast similarities and differences across the many worldviews out there, and so elim is NOT used in every tradition/hierarchy, but is one of many that I found.

For inquiring minds: I did not at any point intend to utilize any concrete concept of angels shown or documented in religion, folklore, or fiction, only to borrow from the pantheon of ideas in general.

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[blackwood4stucky]

echoes of crystal springs | aspen blackwood

series: @burningembersofadyingworld | masterlist

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅼 | complete

tags: stucky dune au, post-modern omegaverse

Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | first love

@angstober | promise

@anyfandomfluffbingo | free space

au challenge | arranged marriage

@augustwritingchallenge:

au-gust 2024 | space travel trick au treat 24 | deal with the devil

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | y5: galaxy

@buckybarnesevents: babb 2023 | arranged marriage + space [may]

crossover bingo | omegaverse

@darkacademiabingo | creature feature

@darkspicyevanstan: quadruple challenge mode

dune au + light elf + science fantasy + damocles' sword

@eclipsingbingo: the rising moon | space travel au

@fandombingo:

rpf card | arranged marriage au the little prince bingo | primeval forest the martian bingo | space opera

@fandom-free-bingo

flight | collars world book night edition | brave new world + elf

@ficwip: all ships week | free day

@intotheomegaverse: halloween | free day

@julybreakbingo

jbb 24 | alien planet post july 24 | arranged marriage

@multifandom-flash:

bdsm | ceremonial collar + of sexy corsets here there be monsters bingo | light elf may [hp] | prophecy

nightmare fuel | dream

@sebastianstanbingo | intergalactic au

@secretcrypticevents:

into the wilds bingo | hydra into the wilds flash | dimension travel au + light elf + arranged marriage

@steverogersbingo | b3: bucky barnes

@taintedsouled: danse macabre | creature feature

@through-time-and-space-bingo | supernatural elements au

read: ao3 | sqwa | the nana

[zealouscanonindeer]

Number one from the “I still” prompt list!

Thank you @potionsprefect for the ask! I hope you like this.

(My prompt list is here, feel free to send in any ask, even if it isn't included in the list.)

He's Home.

Synopsis: Even after 2 months, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Category: Angst.

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Aspen groaned, throwing herself face first onto her bed, the blow of her fall softened by the comforter. The blow to her heart, was an entire different matter. Hope still faintly lingering at the edges of her broken heart, she reached for her phone, her eyes greeted by only silence from him.

She threw the phone, it landed on the night stand with a loud thud as she almost screamed in frustration, hot tears building as her muffled sobs echoed through her room.

It had been four days now since she heard, she refused to believe it at first. He wouldn't. That changed to he couldn't. Now all she was left with was how could he.

After everything that had happened, with the trial, with them. She knew he cared, atleast she had thought he did. She seriously doubted whether he meant anything he said when she walked into Edenbrook's doors once again.

She raced up the stairs, too impatient to wait for an elevator. He pushed Ethan's office door without caring to knock. It had been two days since her trial, she had tried calling Ethan, even left a few messages but received no reply.

She needed to talk to him but was greeted by his absence, uncharacteristic for him to be late, she rounded the corner towards the wards, stumbling into Naveen.

"Dr Kallie! What is the hurry? "

"Um.. Nothing.. I'm just looking for Eth.. Dr Ramsey, I have an important case to discuss. "

Naveen's eyes turned sympathetic before he continued, his words freezing her, sorrow creeping up her limbs.

Amazon.. Fucking Amazon

She sniffled against the pillows, his strong masculine scent filling her. She sat up instantly, reaching down the bed to pull out his tshirt he had lent her after their first time together.

It smelled of him, she was grasped by the memories of the night of the trial. The way his body pushed against her, how he filled all her senses, the way she felt so secure and protected in his embrace.

How they lay tangled together on her bed, the way his hand gently rubbed her back, tracing patterns on her hip, pulling her closer..

Now she felt suffocated, by the pain she trusted him never to cause her. And yet here she was, discarded, and left behind without so much as a word.

She grabbed her phone once again, staring at his contact photo, whispering.. I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase.

Suddenly rage building up at her failed romance and broken heart, she yanked his shirt over her head, followed by her sheets and pillowcases, all lying in a heap on the floor. She stared at them as her futile actions to remove the traces of him stood before her. She could change the sheets but what about the memories of his touch imprinted on her skin. His cerulean gaze and rich laugh, the tenderness of his words. They followed her. Maybe they would, forever.

2 months later...

"Penny. "

She dug her nails into his arm, his shirt crumbling against her grip. He clung desperately onto him, his warmth seeped through her, his heart hammering against her.

With her other hand she grasped onto his neck, his soft hair against her palm.

"It's okay. I'm here. "

And then she knew, it was a dream. She couldn't bring herself to admit it, open her eyes, break the spell, instead she let the fantasy ride over her, focusing on only the unmistakable sense of him.

"Penny."

"Yes." She whispered as the warmth ebbed put of her. She forced herself to it bring back but it only grew more distant.

"Rookie." His voice echoed as her mind played tricks on her.

"Rook.. "

She snapped up from her reverie, the comforter cool against her flushing body. She stared at her vanity, the coffee mug sitting on it since six weeks. She loathed having it sit there, yet for the life of her she couldn't bring herself to part with it.

He had.stood against the furniture, mug in hand, slowly bringing it to his soft kissable lips as he stared at her, lying in bed. She beckoned him closer, irresistible to her need. He smiled, placing the mug down and whispering.

"So fucking beautiful."

She groaned as his words flooded her, no matter what she did she couldn't move on. Every touch reminded her of the lack of his, every date reminded her of what she missed, everything reminded her of what she lost.

In her dazed state, she carried on with her day, just like always. She entered Donahue, spotting her friends and sliding into an empty seat. Their chatter continued as she disconnected from her surroundings.

".. and he's back after fighting the epidemic in Amazon. " Sienna's voice pulled her to reality.

He's back.

As if on cue, a tall figure donning olive green jacket walked in. He looked thinner, this face drawn with tired eyes and sporting a neatly trimmed beard. The blue of his eyes that haunted her remained intact. Her eyes snapped up and locked with the those of Ethan Ramsey, standing at the entrance of the bar.

He's back.. He's home.

He slowly walked towards her and for the first time in those agonizing weeks, she heard the rich timber of his.

".. Rookie. "

And then she knew, she was doomed. This was it for her. She could never love anyone ever again. Ethan Ramsey had walked into her life and ruined her for anyone else.

[smileygoth]

21. Aspen (Inspired by Another OC From The Challenge, Month of Darkness 2024)

This is possibly the most terrifying prompt to post, because it means sharing something based on the work of a total stranger! I've been following the #monthofdarkness tag on Tumblr and X, and the OC who caught my interest came from the X account of @OffbeatWorlds. I hope I did your character justice! It's so hard when you only have limited information about them!

CW: None.

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She dozed, and her mind wandered. Memories of Cesario became memories of so many others, and then memories of places she had been, memories of America….

A random gas station out in the middle of nowhere, while she’d been travelling from one city to another. There was so much open space between cities in America. The tour bus had needed to refuel, and it had been just a few hours past sunset when it pulled into the gas station, so Christina decided to get out and stretch her legs. She was hungry, but the idea of feeding on some poor random schmuck in the gas station toilets did not appeal to her. Instead she did a slow circuit of the station, wandering just inside the circle of light it threw while her driver and roadies went in to pay for the fuel and load up on snacks. Martyn had joined them, craving Redvines. He’d become almost addicted to them while they’d been over there.

Theirs was the only vehicle in the gas station, so once all the roadies had disappeared into the store, it was very quiet outside. Christina had stood still, closing her eyes to listen to the night. The road was quiet and all she heard for a few moments was the sounds of the insects chirping and the rustle of the wind in the trees around them. She didn’t get to hear this very often. In England all the spaces remote enough to be this quiet were rumoured to be home to -

A twig cracked, heavily, not far away. Christina’s eyes snapped open and she turned in the direction of the noise. It had sounded deliberate. She found herself staring into the dark eyes of a woman standing in the treeline who looked about the same age as her, wearing practical but worn clothes and carrying a bulging backpack on one shoulder. Her shoulder-length brown hair was tousled and had a couple of leaves tangled in it. She was staring directly at her with an intense and angry glare. Christina extended her senses toward the woman and immediately found out why. The scent and the aura that came off of her was unmistakeable, even though she had only encountered it once or twice.

Werewolf. Shit.

A wave of fear came over her. She had no chance of besting a garou in a one on one fight. Slowly, she took a step back, further into the gas station’s circle of light, and raised her hands in a gesture of peace. The woman in the treeline didn’t move, but her eyes followed her.

‘I’m just passing through,’ Christina said. ‘That bus over there? That’s mine. We just stopped for gas. I’ll be gone in five minutes, maybe ten.’

The woman continued to stare. For a moment Christina thought she wasn’t going to reply, and steeled herself to run. The she blinked and shrugged. ‘I don’t give a shit,’ she replied. ‘This isn’t my land. I’m just passing through too.’

‘Okay.’ Christina took a deep breath. Her mind whirled as she groped for something to say. ‘You need a ride?’ she asked eventually.

The woman snorted. ‘Not from the likes of you.’

Thank fuck for that, Christina thought. Aloud she said, ‘Fair enough.’ Glancing over her shoulder, she looked into the store and saw that her companions were still browsing the aisles. Could they not hurry up? Looking back, she saw that the woman still hadn’t moved. She forced a friendly smile onto her face. ‘I’m Christina.’

The woman’s eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head as if expecting some trick. She seemed to come to some decision, and her expression relaxed a little. ‘I’m Aspen.’

‘Pretty name. You going far, Aspen?’

‘Yeah.’

‘On foot?’

Aspen shrugged again. ‘I like hiking. You’re British?’

‘Yes, that’s right.’ Christina nodded toward the bus. ‘I’m over here to tour. I’m a musician. A singer.’

Aspen frowned. ‘I thought you lot had rules against leeches getting famous or whatever.’

Christina forced a laugh. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not that famous. And I’ll manufacture a disappearance of some sort before people start wondering why I don’t age. We have our ways.’

‘Uh huh.’ Aspen paused, considering. ‘Sounds exhausting, having to hide yourself all the time. Follow all those rules.’

‘I have to, if I want to stay alive.’ Christina saw Aspen’s eyebrow raise and smiled. ‘So to speak.’

‘Or what? The other vampires come and kill you?’ Christina nodded, and Aspen snorted. ‘Wow. That sucks.’

Christina’s smile turned bitter. ‘Yep. Not a lot of vamp solidarity going on. Not in my area, at least.’ She cast a cautious glance at the werewolf. ‘I hear it’s very different for your, uh, people. Close knit packs, lots of freedom? Must be nice.’

Aspen’s expression clouded, and she looked away. ‘Something like that,’ she replied. ‘I should get going.’

‘Of course, don’t let me keep you,’ Christina said as she turned away. ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Aspen.’

‘Whatever, leech,’ Aspen replied as she walked away, skirting the light of the gas station to keep in the treeline. ‘Have fun our your tour.’

The bell over the store’s door gave a tinny ring as Christina watched the woman disappear into the darkness. The sound of the roadies chatting and laughing among themselves broke the silence, which had gone from serene to tense and oppressive. Martyn came up to her side and put a hand on her shoulder. ‘You okay, Chris?’ he asked, following her gaze. ‘Hey, who was that?’

Christina shook her head. ‘Just a hiker,’ she replied. ‘We should go.’

[hauslessons]

「 ✦ Haus Lessons: Aspen Academia ✦ 」

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↳ Sci-Fantasy Fiction - a stucky x dune au

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↳ Twilight Reimagined - a dark stucky au

༄ winds of the wandering mage

↳ High Fantasy Fiction - a stucky x witcher au

༄ wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

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[prosegalaxy]

"Dystopian Societies: A Struggle for Survival and Unity" This is the summary of your work so far: The human asks for a 250-word Future Fantasy story about dystopian societies struggling for survival, with a long-lost family member reappearing and leading to conflicts coming to a head, and an ambiguous ending. AI provides a detailed story outline within the word limit, following the given prompt: In 2137, two societies - technologically advanced New Oasis and primitive Aspen Grove - struggle for survival. Xander, long-lost family member, returns to Aspen Grove from New Oasis after discovering his roots. He reveals that New Oasis seeks to dominate Aspen Grove for its resources and plans to resist the invasion by uniting their skills and harnessing storm energy. As they prepare for confrontation, the protagonists' fates hang in balance, with the outcome determining society itself.

In the year 2137, two dystopian societies coexisted on Earth - the technologically advanced city-state of New Oasis and the primitive village of Aspen Grove. The inhabitants of New Oasis lived in opulence, while those of Aspen Grove were barely surviving. The mysterious disappearance of a long-lost family member, Xander, had left an unresolved void in both societies. One day, a stranger appeared at the gates of Aspen Grove, claiming to be the missing Xander. He told them of his journey from New Oasis and how he had discovered his true roots. The villagers were skeptical, but Xander's knowledge of their customs and history convinced them. As they welcomed him back into the fold, a storm brewed in the distance, foreshadowing the impending conflict. Xander revealed that New Oasis sought to dominate Aspen Grove, using its limited resources to fuel the city's ever-growing technological advancements. He had once been a scientist in New Oasis but had grown disillusioned with their methods and had fled, leaving behind his family without a word. Now he was determined to help Aspen Grove resist the imminent invasion. In the village square, Xander shared his plan with the villagers. "We must unite our skills and resources to create a defense mechanism. If we fight together, we can stand a chance against New Oasis' advanced technology." The villagers hesitated, unsure of whether they could trust this stranger who had returned after years of absence. Xander, sensing their doubts, offered a simple truth: "I understand your skepticism. I was once the enemy. But now, I have seen the error of my ways and seek to make amends. We must all stand together against tyranny." With that, he began teaching them how to harness the storm's energy to create a powerful weapon. As the storm raged overhead, Xander led the villagers in crafting makeshift defenses and weapons. The air was thick with tension, as they prepared for the inevitable confrontation. Little did they know that their fates hung delicately in balance, and that the outcome of this conflict would determine not only their lives but also the very fabric of society itself.

[scottysketches]

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Hey there!

I’m Scotty, a queer writer and artist from the UK.

My primary fandoms that I write for are Mass Effect, Dragon Age Inquisition / The Veilguard, Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Assassin’s Creed Revelations / Odyssey, however I do also occasionally dip my toes into other Assassin’s Creed titles, Final Fantasy XV, RWBY, Thunderbirds Are Go (2015 reboot), Doctor Who (and its various spin-offs) and Sonic the Hedgehog.

Most of my fanart will revolve around my various iterations of Commander Shepard and Pathfinder Ryder (Mass Effect trilogy / Mass Effect Andromeda) and my Inquisitors (Dragon Age Inquisition) and Rooks (Dragon Age: The Veilguard).

This blog contains/discusses 18+ & NSFW content.

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Tags/Links of note:

#scotty’s words – My writing

#scotty’s art – My art

#scotty’s answers – Answers to asks

#kassnat – Everything to do with the Kassandra/Natakas pairing from Assassin’s Creed Odyssey (Legacy of the First Blade DLC)

#obitine – Everything to do with the Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze pairing from Star Wars: The Clone Wars

#otp: endless affection - Everything to do with the Ezio Auditore/Sofia Sartor pairing from Assassin's Creed Revelations

#otp: swift and cunning - Everything to do with the Maha'anon Lavellan* (Inquisitor Lavellan)/Scout Lace Harding (unofficial) romance from Dragon Age Inquisition

#otp: so excited he set the curtains on fire - Everything to do with the Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull pairing from Dragon Age Inquisition

#otp: the darling dead - Everything to do with the Jirell Ingellvar* (my trans masc elf Mourn Watch Rook)/Emmrich Volkarin pairing from Dragon Age: The Veilguard

My AO3 account – where I publish my longer-form writing/fanfiction

My BioLink

My Main Ships:

(Ships written in bold are the ones I write the most)

Mass Effect:

Shepard/Liara T’Soni (Original Trilogy) Male Shepard/Tali’Zorah vas Normandy (OT) Male Shepard/Miranda Lawson (OT) Male Shepard/Samara (OT) Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian (OT) Female Shepard/Thane Krios (OT) Female Shepard/Jack (OT) Garrus Vakarian/Tali’Zorah vas Normandy (OT) Jeff "Joker" Moreau/EDI (OT) Male Ryder/Cora Harper (Andromeda) Trans Male Ryder (Aspen Ryder*)/Vetra Nyx (A) Ryder/Jaal Ama Darav (A) Female Ryder/Suvi Anwar (A)

Dragon Age:

Male Warden/Morrigan (Origins) Female Warden/Alistair Theirin (O) Inquisitor (Maha'anon Lavellan*)/Scout Lace Harding (Inquisition) Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus (I) Male Inquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast (I) Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull (I) Blackwall/Josephine Montilyet (I) Varric Tethras/Cassandra Pentaghast (I) Trans Male Elf Rook (Jirell Ingellvar*)/Emmrich Volkarin (Veilguard) Lucanis Dellamorte/Neve Gallus (V) Antoine/Evka (V)

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze (The Clone Wars) Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos (TCW) Anakin Skywalker/Padme Amidala (Prequel Trilogy, TCW) Ahsoka Tano/Lux Bonteri (TCW) Korkie Kryze/Amis (TCW) Korkie Kryze/Original Female Character (post-Order 66) (TCW) Cal Kestis/Nightsister Merrin (Star Wars Jedi: Survivor) Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla (Rebels) Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus (Rebels) Leia Organa/Han Solo (Original Trilogy, Sequel Trilogy) Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade (Legends) Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker (The Mandalorian)

Assassin’s Creed:

Ezio Auditore/Sofia Sartor (Revelations) Jacob Frye/Ned Wynert (Syndicate) Evie Frye/Henry Green (S) Bayek/Aya (Origins) Kassandra/Natakas (Odyssey, Legacy of the First Blade DLC) Kassandra/Alkibiades (Od) Alexios/Alkibiades (Od) Alexios/Lykaon (Od) Myrinne/Xenia (Od) Eivor (male & female)/Randvi (Valhalla)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, Magnus Chase, Trials of Apollo):

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase (PJO, HoO, MC) Grover Underwood/Juniper (PJO, HoO) Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (HoO, ToA) Sally Jackson/Paul Blofis (HoO, ToA) Frank Zhang/Hazel Levesque (HoO, ToA) Magnus Chase/Alex Fierro (MC)

Other fandoms:

Ignis Scientia/Original Male Character [i.e. Comrades avatar] (Final Fantasy XV) Noctis Lucis Caelum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (FFXV) Prompto Argentum/Aranea Highwind (FFXV) Noctis Lucis Caelum/Prompto Argentum (unrequited) (FFXV) Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) Jaune Arc/Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY) Nora Valkyrie/Lie Ren (RWBY) Qrow Branwen/Winter Schnee (RWBY) Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi (RWBY) Weiss Schnee/Jaune Arc (RWBY) Ruby Rose/Oscar Pine (RWBY) Jaune Arc/Neptune Vasilias (RWBY) Gordon Tracy/Penelope Creighton-Ward (Thunderbirds Are Go - 2015 reboot) Alan Tracy/Tanusha "Kayo" Kyrano (TAG) Virgil Tracy/Hiram "Brains" Hackenbacker (TAG) John Tracy/bagels (crack ship) (TAG) Robert Crawley/Cora Crawley (Downton Abbey) Mary Crawley/Matthew Crawley (DA) Edith Crawley/Michael Gregson (DA) Edith Crawley/Bertie Pelham (DA) Sybil Crawley/Tom Branson (DA) Tom Branson/Lucy Smith (DA) Rose MacClare/Atticus Aldridge (DA) Isobel Crawley/Richard Merton (DA) Charles Carson/Elsie Hughes (DA) John Bates/Anna Bates (DA) Joseph Molesley/Phyllis Baxter (DA) Daisy Robinson/Andrew Parker (DA) 9th Doctor/Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) 10th Doctor/Rose Tyler (DW) 11th Doctor/River Song (DW) 12th Doctor/River Song (DW) Amy Pond/Rory Williams (DW) Madame Vastra/Jenny Flint (DW) Luke Smith/Sanjay (The Sarah Jane Adventures) Clyde Langer/Rani Chandra (SJA) Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones (Torchwood) Owen Harper/Toshiko Sato (T) Gwen Cooper/Rhys Williams (T) Sonic the Hedgehog/Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog) Sonic the Hedgehog/Shadow the Hedgehog (STH) Miles "Tails" Prower/Cream the Rabbit (STH) Knuckles the Echidna/Rouge the Bat (STH) Shadow the Hedgehog/Rouge the Bat (STH) Vector the Crocodile/Vanilla the Rabbit (STH) Vector the Crocodile/Espio the Chameleon (STH) Silver the Hedgehog/Blaze the Cat (STH)

[nat-1-whump]

❄️ Magical cold/comfort

Fantasy hurt/comfort ideas no. 6

Deep in the woods, Whumpee gets injured and passes out. Caretaker carries them as they stumble through the snow, desperately looking for anyone who can help. Eventually they find a lone cabin with someone who is very surprised to have visitors. Whumpee wakes up wrapped in a blanket in front of a warm fire, their injuries treated with some sweet-smelling home remedies. Their head rests in Caretaker's lap as Caretaker gently strokes their hair. Whumpee dozes off again, listening to Caretaker explain their situation to the odd stranger who has taken them in.

Whumpee accidentally covers themself in frost while trying to practice some cold-related spell. Caretaker steps outside to find Whumpee on the ground, practically frozen solid. Caretaker is quick to bring them inside and seat them near the fire, bundle them up in layers of blankets, and make them something warm to eat. When Whumpee takes the meal with shivering hands, Caretaker presses them on why they were trying to practice that by themself. Whumpee's face turns red as they admit they were worried they weren't strong enough to protect Caretaker from Whumper.

Huddling for warmth combined with nonhuman parts, like wings, tails, long pointy ears, etc. Nonhuman Caretaker uses their wings to wrap Whumpee up like a blanket, hugging them tight as they wait for the snow storm to pass. Caretaker tries to thaw Nonhuman Whumpee's long ears by rubbing them with their hands or putting socks over them. Nonhuman Whumpee and Nonhuman Caretaker twist their tails together, rub their wings together, etc to try to warm up. This can vary a lot depending on what species Whumpee and Caretaker are.

Whumpee with fire magic thinks they'll be just fine venturing into the cold, but as they use more and more magic they start to exhaust their power. By the time they get home, their power is depleted and they're freezing cold. Or maybe they don't even make it home, passing out outside where Caretaker finds them and brings them inside. They groggily wake up in front of the fireplace, leaning against Caretaker on the couch. As soon as they're lucid enough, Caretaker scolds them and makes them promise not to be so careless.

Caretaker with ice magic or cold resistance underestimates how dangerous the cold can be to Whumpee. While outside foraging for potion ingredients or doing some quest in the snow, Caretaker assumes Whumpee is right behind them. But when they turn around, Whumpee isn't there. Caretaker frantically goes back along the trail, and finds Whumpee collapsed on the ground, a layer of frost already forming over them. Whatever they were doing would have to wait. For now, they had to find some way to warm Whumpee up.

Whumper freezes Whumpee in an ice crystal as a decoration or trophy. They use magic to keep Whumpee alive and conscious, even as they're completely frozen solid. When Caretaker finally gets Whumpee out of Whumper's lair and breaks them out of the ice, they want nothing more than to get revenge on Whumper. Still, that will have to wait until Whumpee's doing better. For now, Caretaker settles for warming Whumpee up with cuddles by the fireplace, squeezing them tight and promising them that Whumper will never hurt them again.

Caretaker is just chilling (no pun intended) in their house when a portal opens up. Their rival Whumpee collapses through it. Caretaker just barely catches them before they fall face-first on the floor. Whumpee is badly injured, soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker is just a little bit tempted to throw their rival back into the portal and close it behind them. Still, they reluctantly decide to warm Whumpee up and wait to do that until after they've recovered somewhat. Caretaker really wants Whumpee to tell them what happened. After all, as much as they dislike Whumpee, not even they would put them in this condition.

Possibly a continuation of the last prompt, rivals Caretaker and Whumpee bickering as Caretaker tries to warm Whumpee up. As they try to get the ice off with fire or a blow-dryer, Caretaker calls Whumpee an idiot. Whumpee's face turns redder, and they snap at Caretaker to shut up and get them another blanket. Caretaker makes Whumpee some hot tea to help thaw them out, but Whumpee refuses to drink it because it's too hot. Both of them want to cuddle, but neither wants to be the one to suggest it.

[ashen-crest]

🥶 and 🧤 for the winter prompts!

🥶 Ice: what’s been the most difficult scene for you to write?

OH man, literally anything romantic. I just, like...stare at my screen blankly, feeling warm and fuzzy with no words in my brain.

As you can imagine, this becomes difficult for the romance scenes in my fantasy romance books.

🧤Gloves: share a snippet you’re particularly proud of!

Here, have a cute little moment between Emry and Aspen in The Stray Spirit:

After [Cal] left, Emry stared at his blank letter for a while. Paced around. Sipped some cold tea. Then finally settled on pulling out his lute and riffing on a few pieces. There wasn’t much point in practicing now, but there was some comfort to be found in weaving his favorite chords together. Aspen sat cross-legged on the table, holding a cold cup of coffee with both hands. Though they said nothing, Emry could tell they were holding in a question. They were watching him too intently, their lips pressed into a line. “Yes, Aspen?”

Aspen set down the cup. “Now that I’m not going back to my grove, could you teach me how to play the lute?”

“No.”

“No?”

Emry grinned. “Because you’ll learn far too quickly and put me out of a job.”

“I won’t! I won’t, I swear—”

“I’m kidding.” He nudged the spirit’s knee. “Of course, I’ll teach you how to play. You do live inside this thing, after all. Here, want to start now?”

[stuckylibrary]

Group Ask 187

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Please reply to this post if you know one of the fics mentioned in this ask. Thank you so much in advance!

main-for-aspen asked:

hi, i'm looking for an mcu kidfic i couldn't find in my bookmarks-- all i remember is that bucky's arm is on the fritz, the kid climbs on it and gets thrown across the room, bucky runs away, and steve/the avengers put audio of the kid singing in a commercial while trying to find him, which i think prompts him to come back? i hope that's enough to track it down, ty!

Anonymous 1 asked:

hi! i was wondering if you had a stucky wedding fic that i remember reading but lost? it took place some place in the canon and i remember they went to different places through their childhood that had meaning to them for the proposal. they played baseball and they met this old lady who lived in the old apartment or something, and they also didn't remember anything about the bachelor party because they were passed out, that's really all i can say about it that i can remember.

Anonymous 2 asked:

Hi! I think i sent this already but not 100% sure. It’s a gang/mob au where bucky and nat are these big leaders and steve’s a small time gang member for a debt or something. Steve always watches bucky at some club and they finally get together at this hotel and hook up. One chapter i think. Thank you!

Anonymous 3 asked:

Hi! I read this one ages ago but it spans from pre-war to avengers time, and it starts with steve and bucky at some park and steve makes bucky a flower crown. It’s all about bucky trying to find a word to describe steve and has adorable steve scenes and avengers bonding i think.

Anonymous 4 asked:

I'm so desperate to find this one specific fic I've been searching for hours!! It's where Steve is retired or in 'hiding' from the rest of the avengers in a rural town and he has fencing around his land and Bucky doesn't know who he is, at one point they drive past a cop and he spots them and sends agents in or smth???

Anonymous 5 asked:

i lost a fic! steve and bucky live together and bucky’s recovering, and bucky asks steve if they were ever lovers, bc he can’t tell if the memories r real or some old fantasy, steve says they weren’t. It seems like steve is trying to avoid bucky for three days after this, but it turns out he was just doing some “research” and says that even if the memories weren’t real, they could be, then they have sex and it’s v soft, any idea what fic im thinking of??

frog-wearing-an-ugly-sweater asked:

Hello! I hope you are well :) There's two fics that I read and loved but lost and I was hoping you might recognize em. 1) everyone was some kind of supernatural, Bucky had been turned into a werewolf by hydra and was new in town. He comes across Steve's cafe which is full of plants and all the other avengers are regulars there. In the end hydra tries to get him back but they all help fight them off. 2) WS Bucky starts coming to cafe (owned by Becca) where steve works, is put on trial--- thank u!

natybug25 asked:

hello! i know you guys are prob super busy but i read this fic a long time ago think it was an a/b/o fic, and bucky wanted to be a single parent so he got a sperm donor and turns out it was steve who is the sperm donor and the father of the baby. it was so good and wanna read again. thank you so much!!

Anonymous 6 asked:

Hi I was wondering if you guys could help me find a fic Steve gets a text from Bucky asking to visit Steve goes and finds out he has a daughter and ends up staying with them then he eventually text Sam to visit and he stays for the girls birthday oh and Steve does window art for a shop in town

Anonymous 7 asked:

Hi, I'm looking for a specific fic where somehow, maybe aliens or smth, Bucky can now hear Steve's thoughts. And steve is constantly worrying over Bucky and it bothers Bucky the sheer amount of it. Also maybe in one scene when they're having sex Bucky calls Steve a caveman because of his thoughts. Whether you can find it or not, thank you sm!

jadenray64 asked:

I've been trying to find a hs/college au where steve is a cross country runner and wrestler, Rumlow is his abusive coach, and bucky, nat, and clint are his friends.

Anonymous 8 asked:

Do you know the fic where Bucky works in the mail room or something and then spills coffee on Steve’s divorce papers ? I can’t find it :/ thank you !

peppermenttea asked:

Hey, I’m not sure if my ask got eaten by tumblr but I figure I’d send it again. There’s a fic you guys recced a while back and the description was like “Steve helps the winter soldier by going on an adventure” I think it mentioned an ice castle and hydra was the villain entity? I never got to read it and I really wanted to.

Anonymous 9 asked:

i’m looking for a fic where bucky has just come home from the war and steve has a girlfriend but they had a fling before bucky left. sorry this isn’t much to go off

[sisterofleatherfrog]

Star Wars Kinktober day- 6

Prompt: Feral kink

Wolffe x AFAB OC

Another shorter one today, I have to get to sleep because I got shit to do tomorrow.

Tags: Chase and catch, predator/prey dynamic, fantasy scenario, full consent they’re just being kinky, size kink, biting, marking, a dash of little red riding hood vibes

Words: 1136

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Run, run, run! The mantra was the only thing Mieli knew as she dogged, leaped, and swerved through the heavy brush. Dense groves of thin saplings, dips made by the paths of spring run-off, downed trees, thickets, slopes slick with pine needles, and a multitude of other small obstacles added unwanted seconds to the time that she was making. Between breaths she could hear the crash of her pursuer; smaller obstacles that she had to avoid he pushed through with abandon, but the tighter spaces she navigated with more ease he had to take his time with or circumvent. It was a give and take of lengths and speed: she was fast, but he was a wolf, inexorably possessed with the hunt.

Faster she tried to fly, tried to imagine there were wings upon her back to carry her as the breeze that surely flew above the suffocating blanket of trees, but wishful thinking does not carry feet, and her lungs were burning with the score of her breaths. A slope was before her and she took the opportunity to slide down it, precious seconds being gained as up the other side of the small dip she went. She barely cleared the top of it when she heard him break the cover at the other side. Mieli didn’t stop to look; she knew what she’d see. 

The forest started to change around her: less and less was the cover as thick tangles of pine, maple, and oak gave way to a burgeoning meadowland populated by aspens. If she could just get enough distance, she could lose him in the confusion of the dazzlingly uniform landscape. Ghost pipes, lady slippers, and blue-eyed grass now whipped past her ankles among the knee tall grass as she weaved in and out of the trees. A silence settled around her and, finding the sensation of rapacious eyes no longer on her back, she hunkered down and knelt to catch her breath at the base of one of the bright trees. Even though the grass was high enough to mostly conceal her bent form, she still quieted her panting breath as well as she could, not knowing where the hunter was keeping her instincts at full alert.

A howl ripped through the glade of delicate flora and struck the animal within her before she could settle though. Head whipping around on her slim neck, Mieli saw a black shape hurtling toward her, 80 meters approximately and closing. She cursed herself and knew she should have kept running, the seconds taken now to get up and back to speed costing her dearly here where there was nothing to impede him. She tried valiantly, but she’d left her speed behind where she’d tried to rest, and the hunter was only a step behind.

Sounds half breath, half cry to the wild echoed from her lips through the trees as the stomp of his feet creeped closer, closer… 

With a snarl she felt more than heard him leap behind her, a second of silence ringing in her ears before two meaty arms wrapped around her midsection and took her into the fall with him. With a small twist in the air they came down, him upon his back with her own pressed into his broad chest, shoulders comfortably swallowed by that solid plane. Escape was her first and only thought. Twisting hard she threw his grasp and went to her stomach on the ground before desperately trying to crawl away on her hands and knees, grasses now tickling the exposed skin of her shoulders and stomach. Before she could make it far, two expansive hands snatched at the meat of her calves, wrapping almost all the way around and causing her to stumble with her upper half, face falling into lilies of the valley. She wailed a shriek as her hands clawed into the fresh earth, trying to crawl away from the hands that held her tight, holding her, dragging her back-

The sharp sting of teeth lanced through her as the man sunk them into the flesh just under the bottom curve of her ass below her shorts. Mieli froze, the sensation of the sudden snap of his jaw having erased anything else in her head, the only thing present being the instinct to remain still and hope that would somehow protect her. Slowly the teeth released, as if testing to see what she would do. When she remained as was, a thick tongue laved over that spot, soothing the soon-to-be mark before he slid further up, nosing her skin before material hid it. Up and up he went, soon licking a small path up her lower back. She shivered, and, as if a trance had been broken, she suddenly came to herself again, the landscape snapping sharply back into focus.

He seemed to sense the second her body tensed and prepared to flee again, because just as suddenly as the notion came he was all over her, the breadth of him more than enough to consume her petite form. His knees rested on either side of her while his shins replaced his hands as they pinned her legs to the ground; in one more desperate attempt Mieli pushed back with her arms, hoping to throw off his core balance, only to be met with the unforgiving hardness of his hips against her ass. She stopped dead, and he took that opportunity to wrap his left arm under hers and around her throat, his right coming to possessively cup her sex. 

Her left arm immobilized and his weight bearing down on her upper back, Mieli was forced to fall to her chest, moaning in defeat. His mouth returned to her skin, licking and mouthing the skin at the nape of her neck before he bit her, hard, in the thicker flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and growled. The sound was low and she felt the rumble of it pass through her entire body. It was a message without words: ‘you’re mine’, and ‘submit’. Knowing she was beat, she mewled, helplessly arching her back and pressing herself back into his hips. The length of him was a hot, steel rod pressing into the cleft of her ass, trapped in the confines of his own pants. His teeth still latched onto her, he growled a softer tone at her submission and lessened his bite by a fraction before slowly, torturously, beginning to rut against her.

Turning her face into the ground she grinned and gasped at the sensation of his cock dragging over her. The chase was long and hard but the big, bad wolf had finally caught her. Mieli knew there was nothing to fear though, because this wolf was her Wolffe, and she’d let him devour her mind, body, and soul.

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So maybe not all of the plants technically belong in the environment, or together at the same place and time, but I’m just setting the mood here boys.

My OC’s name is derived from the Finnish goddess of the hunt, Mielikki. I came across her a while ago when researching pine-deities and I just thought her name was cool and didn’t want to go with Diana or Artemis (as nice of names as they are). I pronounce Mieli as me-ELLE-ee, but I really have 0 clue as to how the original Finnish is pronounced so, whatever.

Planning this one shot I accidentally started outlining a whole fic, so maybe we’ll see that in the future (if we do, I’ll definitely have either this scene or at least a similar one, so you’ll be getting all the feral smut your little heart's desire).

I just keep making ideas for other longer works while working on these, huh? 

Kinktober works

Masterlist

[stevesharrlngtons]

Snow being shoved down the back of your coat + Roman or Mickey

@screechingexpertpruneneck & @girlinthecorner also requested this prompt for roman

Tremors from ice and anger still vibrated through you as you made your way through the lobby. The snow that had been unceremoniously pushed down the back of your coat had long melted and left your sweater and undershirt wet and sticky with condensation and sweat. The water that your clothing had soaked in had begun to freeze against your clammy skin and you were beyond the meaning of uncomfortable.

You were uncomfortable with a thick helping of rage draped over the top.

All thanks to Roman fucking Godfrey.

Your family, along with his, were in Aspen for the holiday break. Your mother and Marie Godfrey had met in college as doe eyed sorority girls, and remained close through the years as they both went on to marry high level executives. Heartbroken that their executives chose to run their companies on opposite coasts, your mothers had insisted on bi-annual joint vacations -- one in the winter and one in the summer.

Two years into the extravagant vacations, Olivia Godfrey nosed her way into the festivities. Your mother and Marie were less than pleased, but Norman had insisted it was the right thing to welcome her with open arms on the vacations. It would be good for Olivia and her two small children to have some socialization. And so, Olivia, Roman and Shelley were added to the bunch (though, not without any reservations from the two matriarchs).

The destinations varied, but they were always somewhere festive and approatite. Winter: Sweden. Summer: Hawaii. Winter: Iceland. Summer: Puerto Rico.

This year it had been decided that you all would pack up and head to Colorado for two weeks of icy December fun.

While some of your peers dreaded family vacations and time spent away from their friends, you never minded. Your father kept you happy with a credit card in hand and your mother was too busy with Marie to provoke you. You were free to shop with Letha or swap novels with Shelley, or venture out on your own in whatever new and exciting landscape you were in.

And then there was Roman.

There was always Roman.

Over the years, Roman had morphed from reluctant player in your and Letha’s fantasy realms, to cruel preteen ready to insight chaos if looked at wrong, to outrageously charming and good looking young man who knew every trick and how to use them. He hadn’t lost the glint of wonder from his childhood, or his deep seated anger from his adolescence, he had just gained a sauve charisma that was dangerous when he used it correctly (and he always did).

You and Roman had a flirtation, one that sometimes blossomed in chaste touches and charged glances; or through amorous conversation and zealous foreplay.

Each and every vacation things were the same; you and Roman resumed wherever you had last left off, just to press pause the second you boarded separate airplanes.

Sometimes you would yearn for more, when he’d send you the occasional tender text or call in search for phone sex on the off season from your vacations. But, you shooed away any lingering warmth that he quelled in your stomach as soon as you recognized it. Roman Godfrey was no good for you, no matter how delicious he tasted and how blissful it was to surrender with him.

You could only indulge so much in a good thing before the repercussions reared their ugly heads. And Roman most certainly had repercussions, and pitfalls, and isms that you hated. And with enough time spent with him, you would see them all in spades.

His immaturity. His possessiveness. His stubbornness. His short temper. His inability to apologize.

Somehow all of your least favorite traits that he possessed came out one morning before he, Letha and yourself were set to go skiing.

Bundled in thick layers of wool and cashmere, down-feathers and ski bags slung off your shoulders, you three headed out to the slopes. You had spent two semesters at a private school in Whistler when your father was sent to Canada for work, and because of this, the only one out of your little group with any ski experience. You were excited to revel in your skill and teach Letha and Roman how to make it down the hills in one piece (lots of pizza and french fries to come…). But before you all headed to the chair lifts from the resort, Letha wanted to stop for something warm to drink and a bathroom break.

“I really think you’re going to appreciate all the expertise I can offer you,” you commented to Roman as you stood in line.

He blew an indigent puff out through his nose, “I don’t think I’ll need any help.”

A grin pulled at your lips, “Roman, with your long legs, you’re going to be like a baby deer out there. You are going to need my help.”

Roman glanced down at you with an amused expression, growing his own smile at the sight of yours.

“Yeah? You think I’m gonna go up there and eat shit? Fall on my ass so you girls can laugh at me? Fat chance.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss all your bruises afterwards,” your grin smooths to a smirk and you can see his eyes light with the pictures of the after hours activities you two could yourselves into.

“Next!” the barastisa called out and you and Roman removed yourselves from your bubble long enough for you to order.

Your ordered Letha’s usual (a white mocha with a splash of peppermint) your usual, along with Roman’s (a black coffee with two sugars).

You hadn’t thought the barista was flirting with you. You hadn’t thought you were being overly friendly. You didn’t even think Roman had been paying any attention at all, he had been clicking away at his phone at the time. Though, after you paid and were waiting for your drinks to be made, it was clear that any and all banter that had begun in line would not continue.

Roman’s posture was ridged, as he stood two full paces away from you. His lips in a hard line and his hands stuffed deep in his coat pockets. You wanted to ask what had happened. You wanted to ask if he was ok, if something on his phone had upset him, if he was having second thoughts out the day you and Letha had planned? But you didn’t. Roman had angled himself away from you, and was looking over his shoulder every few seconds to search for Letha.

When she returned from the restroom, you silently handed her her mocha as she naively asked what she missed. You simply shrugged and you two shared a moment of knowing eye contact that Roman was in one of his trademark moods.

With linked arms and an effort to disregard Roman’s shift, you both clenched your paper cups, and headed toward the mountain in high spirits, ready to ski.

You were beginning to feel the pleasurable surge of adrenaline and the thrill of excitement the closer you got to the chair lifts. You were buzzing with anecdotes and tips and memories from your time abroad. Letha was playing along, nodding, oh-ing and ah-ing at the right moments, and thanking you for your know-how.

You and Letha were nearing the line for the lifts and you were about to pull her aside and help her onto her skis, when you were suddenly yanked backward.

Within the lapse of a blink, Roman had gripped the collar of your coat and jerked you back with such a power and haste, that your dwindling coffee was clamped in your fist and exploded onto your gloved hand and sleeve. When he had roped you closer by your protruding collar, he then continued to take a heap of snow and shove it down your back.

The snow shocked your senses, and your skin blistered from the cold and your muscles flinched and recoiled from the temperature change.

When it was all over, Letha was horrified, Roman was laughing and you were mortified. He had made such a spectacle of his antaic, that most of the line had turned to see what had happened. Not surprising by the decibel of Roman’s laughter and your scream.

“Roman!” Letha reprimanded as she fled to your side, doing her best to wick away some of the coffee from your sleeve and the snow from your neck, “What is wrong with you?”

“What? Never had that happen with any of your fancy french ski instructors?” he bit out maliciously, still laughing, but in a forced way. He was only laughing to continue your humiliation.

“You’re such an asshole!” you screeched.

“No, I’m funny. That was funny. It’s not my fault you can’t take a joke.”

“You’re not funny, Roman,” you whipped around, almost topoling a fretting Letha as you did, “you’re just a cruel little manchild who acts out when no one is giving his tantrum any attention!”

“Yep, see,” Roman gave a patronizing grin, “Can’t take a joke.”

He looked at you with condescending eyes, and he only seemed to grow happier the angier you became.

No matter how much you had been looking forward to the excursion, you refused to spend the day with him after this pathetic stunt. You picked up your discarded ski bag and let it hit Roman hard on the shoulder as you began back down the mountain.

“Aw, come on! Aren’t you the savant? Aren’t we getting ready to watch you show off your Olympic skill? Can’t do that if you throw a bitch fit and pout!” he called after you.

You could hear Letha’s frail calls as well, but at least she knew better than to come after you. You wanted to be alone and away from anything Godfrey.

When Letha and Roman came back later in the evening, he knocked on your suit door and was greeted with silence. He called your name, he dialed your number, he texted, but was left with no response. He was sure you were just enacting your silent revenge on him for the snow incident and he decided to let you. No matter how much he was looking forward to having his hands all over you (it’s all he had been thinking about for months).

But the next day, you were still nowhere to be found. Letha had been sworn to secrecy on your whereabouts, and even she was sticking her nose up in contempt when he entered a room.

He knew that you were serious about your indignation for him and what he had done, and he was becoming restless. He was only awarded fourteen days of your time twice a year, and he liked to make the most of the moments he was allotted. There was usually a day or two you would punish him for something he had said or done, but you always caved soon enough. Roman wished he knew what was so different about this time that had destroyed your usual refractory period for his bullshit.

“You embarrassed her in front of everyone,” Shelly’s automated voice informed him on the third day of silence.

Roman himself had taken to sitting in his suite, laying in bed with a scowl and an obligatory nasty bark when anyone commented on his new hibernation.

“You always teased her but this was different. You laughed at her and belittled her. She has every right to ignore you.”

Roman knew she was right, but only rolled onto his side so his back faced his sister. He didn’t want to admit that he was wrong, he didn’t want to have to tuck his tail and apologize. Because while he had embarrassed you, fessing up to his actions would embarrass him. He didn’t do well with putting his pride aside and accepting that what he did was wrong.

But as he spent the rest of the day holed up under hotel sheets and eating fresh potato chips from room service, Roman realized that maybe it would be worth it in the end. His moment of discomfort would pay off. Swallowing his ego and apologizing would be ok if it got him back in your good graces (which he so desperately craved).

That night, everyone gathered to have a nice dinner together. “Nice” entailed thousand dollar tabs, the highest quality champagne and whiskey, caviar and prime rib, and whatever anyone desired.

Roman had arrived before you, and made sure that the seat beside himself and your mother were the only two open by the time you joined them. As mad as you were at him, you would never willingly sit next to your mother, lest you want to spend the evening being picked apart by her freshly manicured fingers.

And sure enough, when you entered oh God, had you always been that beautiful? you spotted the seating arrangement and scowled. Your step faltered briefly in front of the open chair by your mother and Roman’s heart sank, before it slowly pushed its way back to the surface as you decided against your choice and rounded the table to take your place next to him.

“You look stunning this evening,” he whispered to you as you smoothed your napkin over your lap.

“You look like a kiss ass,” you replied, curtly thanking the waiter who was currently filling your glass with wine.

“Am I not allowed to compliment you now?”

“Stop talking to me. I don’t like you.”

Roman sucked in a breath and turned back to his appetizer. This was going to be a long evening.

Roman spent the rest of the dinner slowly chipping away at your resolve; with flirty jokes, jabs at your parents, reminiscing about your shared time together, and heaps of compliments and praise. He even pulled out his nickname for you at some point.

“I love when you run your fingers on the stem of the glass like that, sweet girl.”

Roman saw you put a strained pressure on the glass as he spoke.

Even after pulling out all the stops that he could, Roman didn’t seem to be making headway with you, which he despised. There was a flurry of fear in his chest.

Had he fucked up one of the very few good things in his life because of some stupid bout of jealousy?

As the night drew on, and all the parents were fat and happy with fine food and wine, they all drunkenly dismissed the four of you to do whatever you pleased.

Letha and Shelly, who had sat on the other end of the long table from you and Roman, fled away together. Maybe in hopes to avoid the tension between the two of you, or in hopes to force you both to reconcile. Either way, it left you and Roman to walk to the elevator alone.

Taunt, uncomfortable tension lay between you both on your path to the elevator. When you got to it and pressed the button for the upper levels, you tapped your foot impatiently for it to arrive.

Roman decided to strike.

“Are you going to be mad at me forever?”

Silence.

Roman frowned, “I’m sorry, alright? Is that what you want to hear?”

Silence.

“It was -- fuck, I don’t know. I don’t know what possessed me to do it. But yeah, I just, it was wrong. I’m sorry.”

More silence. You stepped forward to press the button again.

“Jesus Christ! I’m sorry! I said it, can we just put this behind us now? I was just tugging on your pigtails or whatever moms say. That and I don’t know, immaturity of something…”

“It was all immaturity.” you finally spoke.

So, Roman decided to steer into the skid. He told himself that he was only admitting to all of this so you would blow him later, but he secretly knew that everything he said was absolutely and undoubtedly true.

“Yeah, ok, it was immaturity and the old Godfrey gene of not knowing how to grapple with emotion.”

“Letha can express her emotions quite healthily,” you countered, still refusing to look at him.

He sighed, “I think only the men in my family got it… and my mother. But she’s a whole bag of fucked up, so…”

There was another bout of silence before Roman heard you let out a breath.

“You really hurt my feelings. You embarrassed me and stained my coat.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Roman replied, his face crestfallen.

“You tugged me back so hard that my neck was all red and rashy from the pressure and my clothes for the rest of the day.”

Roman felt despair bubble in his stomach, “Fuck, I’m so sorry sweet girl. I’m an asshole, I know that.”

“Yes, you are.”

The elevator at last opened it’s steel doors and you and Roman entered and pressed the number for your floor (Roman pressed the button before you could, in his search for forgiveness and to be gentlemanly).

As the elevator started up, Roman inched toward you until his hand rested on the hollow of your back. You didn’t flinch away, and after a moment you placed your temple to his shoulder.

He felt a feeling of overwhelming relief as he took the chance at creeping his nimble fingers toward your waist, to gain better traction to turn you into his chest. You went easily and willingly, and nuzzled your nose into the hollow of his throat in the way that he loved and longed for on lonely nights in Pennsylvania.

Roman held your waist tight with one hand and brush your hair away from your neck to trace tender lines up and down your vertebrae. He felt a tremor quake through your body and smiled. He continued his ministrations until the doors opened to reveal the floor you were both staying on.

You let Roman lead you to his suite with no hesitation and let him worship your body for a majority of the night. And later, you let him feed you ice cream in a hot tub and you let him snuggle your naked form so he could go to sleep.

Indulging in Roman Godfrey always had its bitterness, but as he laid sleepy kisses across the expanse of your skin, you thought made the sweetness was worth it.

[hope-for-olicity]

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - January 3rd, 2020

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog. 

The Way We Met multi-chapter Complete by @originalhybridloverfics​ - Ever since Felicity Smoak lost her mother, she struggled to move forward until the day she met Oliver Queen and her whole life changed. Oliver has lived his life with one thing in mind, survive. Growing up in the system taught he had to look out for himself at any cost. However, the day he met Felicity changed him. Can two lost people find their way in each other? Can their love survive when an old enemy tries to tear their world down around them, leaving nothing but pain and regret in their wake? https://archiveofourown.org/works/21360379/chapters/50879065#workskin

There's No Game Tougher Than Love multi-chapter Complete by @mindramblingsfics​ - "Oh, let me guess. You're not used to people saying no to you." Felicity took her textbooks back from Oliver and slipped them inside her locker. "That's...come on. That's totally not it," Oliver quickly objected. She leaned against the now closed locker folding her arms across her chest. Turning back to him, a teasing smiled tugged at the corner of her lips as she studied him with her eyes. "Tell me what it is then. Inquiring minds really want to know." Oliver looked back in Felicity's eyes and instantly knew this girl in front of him was like no other girl he'd met before and he was foolishly up for the challenge. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11519925/chapters/25855590

Strip Poker and Fruit Cocktail multichapter Complete by TaraB1915 - Felicity and Oliver have a second mini-moon at the Queen's mountain lodge. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21938257/chapters/52359037

The Magic of Christmas multichapter WIP by yearsofexperience  - Felicity is the CEO of her own company, which takes up most of her time. She doesn't have much time to relax so when her best friend suggest they go for a trip to ski lodge in Aspen owned by Oliver Queen, she needs a lot of convincing. Giving in to her friend, Finally, she gives in not knowing that her life is about to turn upside down. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21993718

Forward is the Only Way Through multichapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics​ - "If life is giving us another chance, don't you think we should take it?" Will life finally give high school sweethearts Oliver and Felicity the chance to be happy the way they always dreamed of when they were younger? As adults, professional baseball player Oliver Queen and technology mogul Felicity Smoak try to navigate their love while also dealing with the demands of everyday life and their respective rising careers. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13182393/chapters/30151908

The Legend of the Snowmen multi-chapter WIP by WinterJoy - Felicity believes in the legend of the snowmen. Oliver had never heard of such a thing. Now he has a new way to show Felicity how important she is to him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22007416/chapters/52516834

Let's Make a Deal You and I by babswonder - It's a suit shop nerd store AU. Oliver Queen is a local menswear employee on a quest to find a microwave. What he wasn't expecting was stepping inside a nerd store and dipping his toes into nerd culture...and finding a cute blonde. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13252581

Forget Me Not multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics​ - Felicity was presumed dead after The Gambit was shipwrecked and she went missing. As the one year anniversary of her death approaches, a miracle happens and she is found. Just when Oliver thinks the universe has given them a second chance, he learns Felicity barely remembers him and the memories of their love together are gone entirely. Oliver and Felicity’s journey after they reunite prove to be a tough road ahead, and then they learn that Felicity’s accident may have had a more sinister motive behind it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18392291/chapters/43556987

In Search of Caffeination by @smewhereelse​ - Five scenes from the morning shift at Verdant Coffee Co., and one from after closing. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12017259

Phone Etiquette by delinquentdee - Venting to a friend is a great form of stress relief... unless you're Felicity Smoak. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22013380

You and Me (From the Night Before) by @fellicityqueen - Felicity drinks a bit too much to survive a mayoral New Year's Eve party. Oliver helps her through her hangover. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13237731

The Heist by @wrldtravler​ - Here’s a cute little high school Olicity AU drabble that popped into my head based on some prompts https://wrldtravler.tumblr.com/post/168961333837/the-heist

Lost and Found multichapter Complete by @it-was-a-red-heeler​ - Mayor Queen asks his bodyguard to find a mystery woman, and inadvertently sets John Diggle up for an adventure. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12126795/chapters/27504684

Love and Little Cupcakes multi-chapter Complete by @christinabeggs​ - Felicity loved sweets so much that she paid no attention to her lovelife. Until Thea Queen came into her store wanting fabulous cupcakes for her sixteenth birthday. SO ADORABLE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12400539/chapters/28216053

We Ended as Lovers multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert​ - Three years ago, Felicity’s life was perfect. She was offered a job at two great companies. Her boyfriend just started his own fashion label, and they picked a perfect apartment to live in together. The more heartbroken she was when Oliver got cold feet and it all ended. Now, Felicity is coming back to Starling City, well aware that she is destined to run into her ex-boyfriend there. While old feelings revive quickly, the pain still goes deep. Besides, for some reason Oliver seems to be angry with her. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22034827/chapters/52587292

A King of Heroes multi-chapter WIP by @geneshaven​ - a fantasy version of Arrow with Oliver as a Prince!  https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/189976017469/a-king-of-heroes

People Always Leave by riverwoodhills - "Because if you're gonna leave me, I'd rather you just do it!" He thinks he might throw up. He's pretty sure that with that one sentence, she's just ripped his heart out and stabbed it, set it on fire, blown it up. He doesn't even know what to say. She thought he was going to leave her. Pain ripples through his body, his mind in shambles. He wants to sweep her into his arms, reassure her with everything he has that she's his forever, that there's nothing in this world he wants more than to love her for the rest of his life. He doesn't even know if that would be enough, or if that's what she needs. It's what he needs, but he has to think about her now, so he starts with words. OR Oliver and Felicity talk about the William situation like adults and Oliver realizes that Felicity still has lasting issues stemming from her father that she may have for the rest of her life https://archiveofourown.org/works/22043128

New Year's Eve by flipflops - The much requested follow-up to Last Christmas. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22056895

A Promise of What's to Come by @blondeeoneexox​ - Oliver asks Felicity to a New Year's Eve mayoral gala. He didn't expect what was coming next. Set in Season 5. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22058332

Elizabeth Grace Smoak multi-chapter WIP by @lynn8828​ - What if Felicity and Oliver briefly had met before he got on the Gambit? Despite her best efforts, Felicity was unable to get in contact with the famous Oliver Queen after having a one night stand with him and getting pregnant with his child. After raising their child for five years after finding out that Oliver died on the Gambit, she finds out he is alive and knows that she needs to tell him about their daughter. But will he believe her? AMAZING STORY!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/13639371/chapters/31322715

2315 N. Highbury Ave. multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue​ - Overnight Felicity becomes homeless and she keeps this from Oliver because their friendship is strained and he’s already stressed out enough. Its only a matter of time that some bottled-up feelings will come to the surface. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21447388/chapters/51108508

It's in the Air multi-chapter WIP by @emmilynestill​ - December 23, 2016. It’s Mayor Queen’s first holiday party and love is in the air. No, wait, that’s tension in the air. Bitterness. Regret. Painful longing for one’s former love. Awkward interactions with current significant others. A little humiliation mixed in. Yup, this was one great party. Then the gas came. Maybe love was in the air Afterall. Just my usual lock Oliver and Felicity in a room with a mind-altering substance with a dash of holiday magic thrown in. And, by magic, I mean Sex Pollen. And maybe a little Truth Serum to stir things up. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21552481

Leaving by @tangled23works​ - Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak have been married for 18 months when she finds the courage to ask for a divorce. For some reason, her husband is adamantly against that. He tries to keep her close because he thinks they belong together. She tries to keep him away because she thinks they have nothing in common. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22085614

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Day 29: Rikku [Final Fantasy X]

The nostalgia! It’s been so long. At some point I want to replay when I have time.

Day 30: Fathom Aspen [Fathom comic]

Rushed this one since I wanted to finish all the prompts before October ended.