#made up fic title

[dreamlandcreations]

Hiya! Hope you're doing well! For the made up title fic, may I please request something for Alfie Solomons x reader with the following:

"A Right Proper Bastard"

Thank you so much 🖤

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You watch the change in Alfie's mood. He's intrigued now, and so are you. So you watch this new game play out, your lips curl a tiny fraction upwards as you sense your grumpy bear's growing interest.

He re-evaluates the odds and baits his opponent with another offer but Tommy Shelby replies immediately with a percentage Alfie cannot accept. So much to Ollie's dismay, your Jew tells the Peaky fucker to fuck off.

Most people would stop there, but not Tommy fucking Shelby and you see the moment he earns Alfie's respect.

Alfie might have thought he caught him on the lie but the answering "Three of us dug ourselves out." felt genuine and that was even more intriguing.

"Like you are digging now?" Alfie asked, and you heard the same kind of fascination in his tone that you started to feel too and you were just in the right spot to see the tingle of a smirk in his eyes that probably resulted in Tommy's sudden and almost gentle but quickly disappearing smile too as he didn't hesitate to respond.

"Like I'm digging now."

The rest of it was wrapped up far too quickly and you know Alfie felt the same way, although he was still amused after Mr Shelby left and you sent Ollie to check for nonexistent explosives.

You sat in the lap of the King of Camden Town and pressed a kiss to his cheek as you played with a button on his shirt.

"You were right, darling. He is a right proper bastard." Alfie mused quietly as he started to play with your hair absently.

"I'm glad you found a new playmate, love. But I wonder if you plan to keep him all to yourself or can I play with him too?" you question as you nuzzle his nose playfully with yours.

"Hmm..." he grumbles, nipping at your lower lip in response and as a warning to behave. "What do you have in mind, my devious darling?"

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[sassymajesty]

also something totally random: purple staircase

when she landed her dream job, lexa moved to this townhouse sight unseen. she didn't have time to travel to this city just to find an apartment, and it looked good enough in the pictures. in the past few months, she had grown to love her little home, but one thing still puzzles her: her upstairs neighbor.

getting inside the building, there's a small foyer where a mix of her own umbrellas and rain boots and her neighbor's — hers, somber black; her neighbors, a rainbow umbrella and bright yellow rain boots — live, along with parcels, forgotten grocery bags and once, even a cat toy. lexa has to take a right to get into her apartment, a spacious one bedroom with a bay window and an old fireplace. but her mind often goes up those stairs

they've never crossed paths. and it's been way too long for lexa to go introduce herself. but still, she wonders who those belong to, who's the woman who sings along to the mamma mia soundtrack at least once a month while making pancakes on sunday mornings, whose heels sound on her ceiling every saturday night

lexa goes out of town for a week long conference. when she comes back, the staircase is painted a soft shade of purple. not only that, but there are wild flowers painted on each riser.

she tries to shrug it off and get inside her apartment to shower the flight away. that staircase isn't part of her apartment, she doesn't care what color it is

except she doesn't last the hour before walking up them and knocking on her neighbor's door

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[diazsdimples]

Hiiiiii James ☺️☺️☺️

Made up fic title:

Twisted souls in the afterlife (I’ll find you, I’ll find you)

-❤️🪐

I see you're up to your usual angsty tricks there!

With a title like this, my brain can only go to the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. So I would do my own Buddie spin on this.

Buck dies. Buck dies and Eddie cannot live any longer because what is life with no Evan Buckley? Eddie finds an entrance to the underworld in La Brea and makes his way down to bargain with Hades. He begs for the soul of his loved one, begs him to let him bring Buck home. What would he give? Well, anything, really, except his son. Eddie would give his own life for Buck's, but then Christopher would still be missing a parent, so he must get them both home. Hades sees Buck's soul, sees Eddie's soul, sees how good and compatible they are, and something in his dark and twisty mind breaks a little, and he softens. Eddie is allowed to bring Buck back, but he is not allowed to see him. He must only trust that Buck is following behind him. "It's okay Eddie. Trust him. I'm right here." This follows Eddie the whole way back up to the top, every few steps he stops, the urge to turn so painful that he's almost going to do it, but he hears those words in Buck's voice and it gives him the strength to continue. But, just as he sees the light, Buck stops talking. He hears a quiet "no," and then there's a new voice, one just as familiar and just as heartbreaking to hear in this place. "Daddy?" Eddie turns, only two steps from the entrance to the mortal world and sees Buck looking back at him, his eyes big and full of tears as he curls an arm around Christopher's shoulders. They're fading, too quickly for Eddie to be able to do anything more than run towards them, his fingers slipping through smoke as he sobs and clutches at them. "Live for us. We love you, Eds." They're gone.

Hope that lived up to it!

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[finnitesimal]

Run From Me Darling (sorryyy im)

Prince Lindwurm AU but it's Cellbit as giant feline creature known to terrorize the land but by law, is the rightful eldest and while he can't take the throne, therefore needs a bride before any of his noncursed siblings can, so Princess Bagi has to get him married before she can sweep the neighboring Lady Tina off her feet

Unfortunately every potential candidate sent into the monster's bedroom disappears by sunrise, and the kingdom is getting desperate to find someone they're not going to find next to the rest of the dead birds and rats in the garden

Roier as a farmer's son offered up to pay off his family's taxes and consults the witch Melissa, who tells him to "strip him of his layers, whip him raw, and bathe him in milk" which all sounds really suspect in hindsight but hey it worked and he and his cat husband live happily ever after

[aurorawritestoescape]

for made up fic title i’m going with ‘i drink my whiskey with ice and coffee with milk’ 😏😏

Oh I immediately imagine pre outbreak Joel Miller picking you up at the bar and saying this to you. ‘Will you make me a cup in the morning?’ He adds and it does sound a little cheesy but his charming smile and a playful wink is enough to let him do to you whatever he wants.

Which is to take you home with him, making out at every traffic light, and when you’re at his place he’s so impatient to taste you he pins you to the door and makes you come on his tongue.

Then he takes you upstairs to his bed and you fuck until dawn and then talk about everything.

You fall asleep in his arms and when you wake up you sneak out downstairs and make him that cup of coffee.

Thank you for the ask, Mac!!😘♥️♥️♥️

[darkhorse-javert]

Made-up fic title:

I Won't Wait To Be Asked

A Questions of Propriety

A Splendid Reciprocity

Let's see

1. I Won't Wait to be asked.

A 'back together again after years' Sam and Andrew, where Sam does a leap year-esque pull of matters into her own hands because Andrew is tiptoeing around her. Potentially Modern AU.

2. Questions of Propriety

I might honestly use this for the Sam visits-back-to-Lyminster fic I'm poking along at the moment.

3. A Splendid Reciprocity

Hmm... Really getting Granada Holmes vibes from this (something with each of them pining obliviously behind each other's back and Mrs Hudson about ready to bang their heads together over it) or else something Ausen or Regency AU .

[hippolotamus]

*tries to think of a lobster and crab related title*

Okay no I’ll be nice.

Uhm…because I want to encourage you to do more of what you love, I’m hoping this inspires Lutalia stuff.

“Always Keeps Me Wanting More”

hehehe thank you for keeping Lutalia in mind 😘

“Fuck!”

Lucy slams her palms on the mattress, gripping the sheets. As if it will do any good. As if it will make her forget the woman from the club.

She had been standing there so perfect and naive, Lucy almost felt bad for approaching her. Almost. The way she writhed under Lucy’s touch was so beautiful.

Lucy’s made women squirm and scream before. She’s reduced macho tough guys to whimpering messes. But this one… she was exquisite. With her dark curls and warm mocha skin. She didn’t have a clue what Lucy might have done. And still she followed her. Let Lucy do what she wanted and then some.

The woman is nobody. A hot one time hookup. The same as all the others. Except she’s not. Because weeks later Lucy can’t get her out of her head.

She doesn’t have a name or anything to go on but that’s irrelevant. She has to find her.

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[lettalady]

Made up fic title: The Sandcastle of Sorrow

The year is 1896. Dr Laszlo Kreizler ventures to the shore because one old friend gets engaged, one turns his attention from the city's problem of crime and corruption to the plagues of a nation – leaving the third to do what can only logically follow after getting a taste of what can happen if curiosity and the proper investigative methods are put to use.

So, yes, he leaves the city behind, hoping those haunted corridors of his mind might be soothed by a change of residence and the sounds of the sea. To escape the ghosts that walk the hallways of his home, that taunt and hunt him at every turn, that torment him with a possibility lost….

[asirensrage]

"Back and Forth" for the fic title ask 🥰

Oooo thanks for asking.

Back and Forth would be a fic that would be mostly fluff and a little angst. Mainly it would be about a long-distance relationship that grows from friendship into something more. The fic would consist of mail (letters, emails, texts...depending on the fandom and characters) from one character to another. We would see the slow progressions of feelings and references to things that happen outside of the story (injuries, events etc). I think it could be really cute. The angst would only really play a part in the longing that would show up as they pass that threshold of friendship.

I don't think I've ever written a fic that was done like a series of letters or notes, so that would be interesting. (clearly, I did not choose any specific characters or fandom because it's so hard to pick! lol)

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

For the fic title game, how about Desperate Words and Heartfelt Measures?

I came up with an idea for this, but I want to know what comes to your mind!!!!

Desperate Words and Heartfelt Measures

it's giving regency au, it just is. Mr. Seresin slipping sentiments to Miss Bradshaw when they have moments alone, desperate words that try to convey all he feels but they just can't because he's more of a man of action. So he's got those heartfelt measures instead. Leaves flowers for her with a little note that's nothing but a heart and his initials. He ensures her favorite desserts are made when she dines at his home. He commissions a portrait of her to be done and framed in London.

"My sister, Amelia, is particularly accomplished in that of drawing likenesses, Miss Veronica," he spoke one evening as the three of them dined together among other such acquaintances. "She has spoken to me on many occasion how it would be her utmost delight to capture your fair beauty."

"Really? And what would be done with such a portrait, sir? Surely you do not think me conceited enough to keep my own likeness."

"No, no, of course not." He smiled and leaned close. "If you took no offense, Miss Veronica, it would be my own delight for your portrait to hang above the mantel in my private office."

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[dreamlandcreations]

requested by @ittybxttykxttytxtty 🥰

Success doesn't mean you can sit back and relax, business is competitive, and you didn't become one of the best by sitting around while others take up the best deals.

Others, like the annoying asshole who is approaching you, the bane of your existence, your most bothersome rival, Billy fucking Russo himself.

His smug smile is plastered over his face that you'd very much like to wipe off of him. He calls out your name, in an almost flirty tone and gives your colleague and friend a dazzling smile that would make anyone swoon.

"Russo," you acknowledge him with a resentful look but before you could add any clever remarks your friend enthusiastically cuts in.

"This is the infamous Billy Russo? You didn't tell me he was such a pretty boy."

And you see it again, the barely there flinch at that word you witnessed two other times since you've known him. Normally you would use every opportunity to get under his skin but, for some reason, this feels like crossing a line and before you know it you open your mouth to respond but it is to direct the conversation away from that word.

"Yeah, he's more like a petty boy who doesn't know how to share his toys, even though it wouldn't take a job from him if he stopped trying to cross us because his company doesn't deal with our field of security."

You take a sip of your drink and look up at him, just catching the confused look before he puts that annoying mask smirk back on. You wait for the next opening to start your verbal battle but his reply makes you speechless for the first time since you met him.

"You might be right, sweetheart. Care to discuss that over a drink?"

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[sassymajesty]

Made up fic title: “fumbling in the dark”

polis is in a full blackout and no one can figure out what happened, how long the power is gonna be out or where their phones are. out of all days for this to happen, it had to happen when clarke is in a 90s party where the rules were 1. dress as if it's the 90s 2. leave your phone with the host (who currently can't even find her footing, let alone candles)

clarke makes her way outside trying not to step on anyone who has settled in with whatever booze was nearby and takes a deep breath. there's no city light to be seen, only stars and a waxing moon that doesn't help her sight

"it's beautiful, isn't it?"

the voice scares her soul right out of her, but when it comes back, clarke joins her blackout companion. "i didn't think we'd be able to see so many stars in our lifetime"

for the next four hours, they sit outside and listen to life standing still around them. clarke gets to know lexa, hidden away from the rucks still going inside, inching closer to this soothing voice with each secret they whisper in the dark. when the lights do come back on, their eyes are closed and their lips are tingling from their kiss.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

For the fic title game!

“We All Fall Down”

Thank you for the ask!!! 🥰 These are so much fun to do!!!

(this would be set at the end of 2x6 after Grogu is taken and the Crest is destroyed and focuses on what is going through Din's head at that moment)

Din knelt in the ashes of everything that he loved. There was nothing left. The pathetic remains of his ship lay before him, a crater with a few scrap pieces of metal. The child -- Grogu -- gone. It had been his job to protect him and instead, Din had stood there and watched as the Dark Troopers grabbed him right in front of Din. And he could stop it. As he stared down into the debris around him, Din noticed something gleaming in the sunlight. Brushing away some of the ash and dirt, he picked up the silver ball that Grogu had commandeered from his shifter. As he stared at it, he suddenly remembered something from his childhood. Something his mother whispered to him when he got hurt or made a mistake. "We all fall down, my son. But only the best of us get back up again and keep going." Din stared at the ball for a few more seconds, then rose to his feet.

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[finnitesimal]

Made up fic title: Surface Tension

Quackity floats in that pool in darkness just barely surviving every new bit of information forced into his brain threatening to burst his mind like a dam. Just barely spilling over the edge, not quite, hanging on by the smallest thread to keep hi self afloat

[aki-draws-things]

For the made up fic title:

I was not lost, and yet I’m found

"I was not lost, and yet I'm found"

Actually 2 ideas right now.

First, mozart l'opéra rock. Au, no actual rivalry.

Very simple and less detailed than the second one, Salieri had his music, all his life, he had instruments and notes and his voice too. He desired nothing but that, nothing but be remembered, and he was good. Great even! Surely the world would remover him. Nothing ever felt out of place, not even being so far away from his homeland. He was at home in Vienna, he felt at home there.

Until that young composer/musician/genius entered the picture. Salieri frowned upon hearing talks about him, he didn't doubt he was good, brilliant, why should he? But he never heard him either. So he went to hear him one afternoon, casually showing up and lying that he simply wanted to see a friend, which wasn't technically a lie, lady Cavalieri was right there, and she was a friend.

So he heard him, and it took him all but two notes to feel like he was found. Or maybe seen, for the first time in his life. (unknown to him, at least in that moment, mozart knew he would be there, that was why he decided to start that same day with his latest work, one that will admit only some time later he wrote keeping him in mind. Now, if only he could turn into music the way his cheeks turned that pretty shade of pink, he would be absolutely, totally satisfied.)

Second one, Romeo et juliette, the old generation.

Vincenzo obviously follows his beloved sister to Verona, while not being a Capulet he understands the means of family just as deeply, besides, he loves his sister.

He is by no means lost. He knows what he wants (a family, one day. Maybe a couple of kids if he can. A peaceful life.), not exactly how to get it (he likes women just fine, okay? It's not his fault boys are equally attractive.), but he will get there. Somehow. Yep. Definitely not lost.

Sergio Capulet, not yet head of the family, with less burdens besides marriage, actually likes those Montague boys. Sandro and Antonio Montague, the too early lord of the family. He likes a bit less the girl chose to become his wife, but he blames that in not knowing her at all. And the boy that arrives with her, her brother, is... Well, Sergio can use a friend. Not that he doesn't have friends but... He could use a Capulet, or something close.

Because Montagues and Capulets are not meant to be friends, and Sergio knows it all too well, thanks to his father and his stern remarks. (not lost, he knows very well where he stands. And it's on thin ice.)

Not that Sandro Cortesi/Montague, thanks to his sister's marriage, cares much about this so called feud. Why should he? It's a stupid thing anyway. His sister begs him to be good, to follow the rules properly, to settle down and marry a nice girl and have some heirs. Sandro knows what he wants, thank you very much sister, and he has no interest in women. Pretty things, they are, but that's all. Men, on the other hand. Oh, men! Men are dreams. Dreamy! Antonio, his brother in law, is always kind, and he has that smile that-- and then there's that other boy! Clad in red, heir of the Capulet house, always elegant and perfect, with perfect hair and clothes and glasses. The things Sandro would do to him. But a new boy comes along, younger than Sergio, with a slightly tanned skin and dark hair and brown eyes. Yes, Sandro definitely knows what he wants. Who he wants. (not lost. But if he could, he'd chose to loose himself in their eyes.)

Amtonio Montague became the Lord of the house way too early. He married even earlier, despite not trying to have an heir, respecting his wife and her begging to wait. And because-- well, it's not proper for his position to do that, falling in love with someone not his wife, and a man nonetheless. His wife's brother! And then Sandro drags him along, uncaring of his role (oh, he knows his role very well, he calls him Lord plenty of times when he shouldn't.), to have fun, and to sneak on parties they're not technically invited to. Except Sergio slipped an invitation in his pocket during Sunday's mass. Except Sergio actually begged them to be there, so he could be saved from his own betrothal night. And Antonio obliged, politely congratulating him and his future wife. Accidentally bumping on a young man with a dazzling smile and a southern accent. Same young man he would find Sandro kiss that night. (alright, maybe Antonio is a bit lost, just a tiny bit.)

So, all four of them are not technically lost, they know where they stand, they know their place amd roles, they know, more or less where they want to go, until they crash together in stolen moments in time, in sleepless nights, in hidden kisses and dances and laughter. Until a bond is born and now they belong.

Until found sounds better than not lost.

(before hearts will break and brotherhood and loves will shatter, in our fair Verona.)

[bakerstreethound]

Title: Your Trurths Hide An Ugly Lie

I'm seeing a lot of angst with this one possibly with Stephen Strange or Sherlock and dare I say strawberry sherlock, like perhaps you were a spy/black widow or had to brutally betray them to gather intel and even though it crushes you to do this, you thought it'd be easy to go away for you were never one to fall deeply for anyone but the more time you spent with them...well you felt the cosmos drawing you together and when finally all is revealed, most likely from your employer to one of the guys, well it absolutely wrecks them and your employer, the cruel bastard they are know, oh they uncovered your affections for them and end up using you as a pawn to get more intel and just absolutely crushes their soul and Stephen/Sherlock/Strawberry!Sherlock look on absolutely forlorn and yeah...maybe it could end up happy and you tell them you had to do it to protect yourself cause you've been alone most your life isolated even though you're employed, etc but with time build up a relationship with them and you end up trusting each other completely.

this ended up way longer than intended, haha lots of rambles...