#ship+word drabbles

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me

[shadebloopnik]

Radioapple snippet or trope or hc idk

Alastor is known for his voice; his radio show, him hosting, his accent and his way with words; all with its deadly charm, his voice is the most prominent feature.

Lucifer is known for his beauty; he's the most beautiful angel in creation, he was created with beauty and radiance in mind, his attractive face is very much what people first see.

Lucifer's heart melts at Alastor's face, his looks. His adorable ears. His sharp eyes, with its alluring ever present eyeshadow, revealing so much more than the demon would have liked. His sharp features, high cheekbones. Strong shoulders. His dangerous, menacing smile, that really shouldn't look as attractive as it did. Alastor always joked he had a face made for radio. Lucifer thinks he could pour all his energy into sculpting his visage in stone, and it would never do him justice.

Alastor falls in love with Lucifer's voice. His songs. The way it rises to meet those high notes in powerful ballad. Or when it falls so deeply that it sends shivers up his spine. The way his voice ripples and layers in something wholly inhuman whenever his demonic-angelic side bursts through the surface. The way each note caresses his ears, encompasses his mind like it was a drug, and he was nothing but a lowly addict. Lucifer says Charlie took after her mother when it came to her skill of song. Alastor never claimed to be a religious man, but he's now never been more puzzled, wondering why anyone would ever dream of hearing an angelic chorus, when the only voice worth hearing is in Hell.

[kissingarthurclaus]

🌈 Welcome to WLWeek 2024 🌈

Hello everyone, I wanted to put together a nice, low-pressure event dedicated to my fellow wlw self shippers for one week of June because it's pride month, babey!! This is the first time I've ever tried to 'organize' an event, so take it easy on me, I'll try to be as communicative as possible and if anyone has questions about it, asks and DMs are always open!

On to the details! Its gonna last from Monday the 10th through Friday the 14th, and anyone can opt in or out as they see fit! No one is obligated to participate throughout the entire week or from the beginning alone, just do what you feel like!

RULES:

NO PROSHIPPERS/COMSHIPPERS/NEUTRAL, all blogs with that will be blocked on sight!

Obviously don't participate if you're not wlw/not shipping with a female character

Lesbians, bisexual, pansexual, sapphic, and once again general wlw/nblw are welcome!

Essentially I am tolerating NO funny business, and I won't tolerate bullying either so everyone be very niceys and hey, try to support each other! 💖💖💖 now onto the prompt list

Monday June 10th: Favorite style/aesthetic-

draw you and your female f/o in your favorite clothing style (goth, Y2K, cottagecore, etc.) Or what you think their favorite style would be! alt. for writers, write a drabble about going shopping for these outfits with your f/o!

Tuesday June 11th: Morning routine -

draw you and your female f/o getting ready for the day. Who's the early riser and who's dragging them back into bed? alt. for writers, write an early morning cuddle session/chat. 

Wednesday June 12th: Date night-

draw you and your female f/o on a date! Is it a dinner, a picnic? Are you guys dressed to the nines or at home in your jammies? Alt. for writers, write a date gone slightly awry. How do you fix things/compromise? 

Thursday June 13th: Beach day-

it's summertime, draw you and your female f/o in beachwear and enjoying the sun and sand! alt. for writers, write out a nice dip in the ocean! Can you swim? Can your f/o? Does one have to teach the other? Is it nice and relaxed or does it dissolve into splash fighting? 

Friday June 14th: Role/Ship Swap -

draw your f/o as the self shipper and you as the fictional character role they fill! What kind of s/i do they make? Would they write fanfic, draw fanart? Alt. for writers, write a gush post from ur f/o's point of view! 

And that's it!! Do one of them, do all of them, or do none of them, it's your choice! I just wanted to show some love to my fellow wlw self shippers out there this month and so something fun for them!

Now if you got this far and you read the rules make sure to put 'great googly moogly' in the tags when u rb! And don't forget to tag my blog here when you write/draw for this event!!! 🫶🫶 everyone who does will get a rb from me and a little promo as well, and maybe even a follow cause I need more wlw mutuals :3

[xxlady-lunaxx]

i kinda want sanemi being so new to relationships other than family so it takes him a while to differentiate what he feels for kanae as something familiar or romantic. like, he knows he and masachika were best friends, but with masachika it felt a lot like family. but kanae’s someone completely different, he doesn’t really understand it and just assumes that she reminds him of his mother so that’s why he cares so much. but then there’s a little something here and there, subtle pointers to a little four-letter word. something a bit deeper than friendship—something he can’t discern. to the point he ends up rambling about it to kanae, hoping she can help him. kanae only smiling and patting him (sanemi was too confused and stuck in his own thoughts to avoid it) and telling him that he’ll figure it out himself in all due time. but he doesn’t place it until it’s too late. and he’s so excited to tell her, finishing his mission faster than usual just to make his way to the butterfly estate. only to be intervened by a crow telling him that all his efforts have gone to waste and it doesn’t matter if he knows what it was. because now it only ‘was’ and never ‘is’. kanae’s dead, and sanemi knows that. he doesn’t need to ask her to tell him.

[mythalsknickers]

For DADWC, your Lavellan and Solas?: "You have blood on your face."

TITLE: Bellanaris PAIRING: Fen'aslan Lavellan & Solas/Fen'harel, Fen'aslan & Felassan Fen'aslan / Felassan / Solas & Fen'harel RATING: Teen WARNINGS: Liberal useage of dialogue from ACT 3 of Dragon Age Veilguard, Spoilers for Dragon Age Veilguard Word Count: 1994 Author Note: Elven Cipher bits are thanks to scribeofmorpheus and FenxShiral for the Project Elvhen for filler.

Those two weeks in the Tirashan had changed everything, the haphazard plan of stopping Solas had been set aside. To outwit the god of trickery, she had needed to craft a plan where he would not expect her, or their companion. Fingers traced over the gilded edge of the mirror, her breath shaking, salt burning her eyes. It had been a trial to sit back and allow Rook to confront Solas and battle gods. Morrigan and Felassan had both been shared the wisdom of waiting to insert herself into Solas' line of sight until the very last minute. It would be the only thing that could save the people and Rook. As much as she had not wanted to grow attached to the antivan crow, she did. Teigue de Riva, was everything she could not have been during the reign of the Inquisition even down to laying the First Warden out. A soft laugh bitter tasting left her lips as opalline fingers of her dominant hand moved across the surface of the Eluvian. Flame, steel clashing, screams, and pulsing sickness of blight filled the mirror, squeezing her eyes shut, a ragged breath was forced. "Las, you do not need to face him. I can." A firm hand clasped her shoulder, as another wrapped around her waist. The wall of cold armor and muscle pressed against her back. A mournful howl echoed through Tarasyl'an Te'las, the fade quivering around the two of them.

"I must Felassan..." A howl tore past the eluvian, ripples forming on the mirror reverberating through the fade and into the foundation of the fortress. Her eyes squeezed shut. "You and Solas have much to discuss, but we will have all the time in the world, once I bring him away from the brink." Her fingers captured one of his hands giving him a slow kiss. "We will find you in the fade, and be whole again."

As she stepped out of his arms, she felt the reluctance to let her go out into war. Turning she gazed at him through her lashes. Wisdom and Determination had made it through the blood of the Elvhen, and the Inquisition had taught her, Hope was not nearly as delicate as their siblings had believed. Her lips curved into a smile as she stepped through the mirror, the ripple of magic licking around her until she stepped out of the fade into Minrathous. Her nose crinkled, the taste of raw magic and blight hung heavy in the air, her eyes shimmered for a moment seeming to be transported a Millenia into the past, the last time they had stood against the Evanuris had been different, and this time it would end until better versions of their siblings could be born. Singular howls and growls filled the air clashing with the roar of Elgar'nan's dragon, the magic of her left arm quaked to the destabilization of the veil. The climb through the rungs of Minrathous had proved trying, between those cursed with Elgar'nan's gift, the dead and the blight. She and Morrigan waited obscured in shadow and mist, it was all to familiar to a time when she stood on the edge of a battlefield with a goddess who promised the people a new era. Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the exchange, waiting until Solas gave the appearance of commiting himself to the new journey. Her steps echoed across the battlefield, and she felt the fade quake, as that singular howl was joined with a second. For a moment as he raised the dagger, she thought he felt her touch. "I cannot, to stop now would dishonor those I have wronged to journey this far." "Even if those you have wronged have asked you to stop?" Her breath held as his head jerked, some of his resolve slipped away as the dagger slacked in his hand. Her lips curved into a slight timid smile. He was so close. "Vhenan..." it was a prayer and she took another step up. Her heart ached to go to him to pull him into her her arms. "Solas, vhenan, you think you have gone to far to come back.. but you are wrong." She raised her left arm, letting the magic that held it stable slip gesturing around them. "I am here, we walk the dinan'shiral together. I forgive you." The magic mirrored them two wolves circling each other.

"I lied to you, I betrayed you!" Her heart clenched and tears escaped as she took a breath. "I forgive you, all you have to do is stop." She begged, words flooding into the fade around them.

“You love him, it burns bright, and is old. Tangled and sharp like thorns. You forgot and so did he.”

"Ir abelas, Vhenan..." It hung between them, the last words he had said those years ago as her stolen magic had tried to kill her. He stood straighter, forced to by a compulsion they all long thought broken. "But I cannot." He turned from her and she closed her eyes letting tears escape for just a moment. "Long before we met I failed my oldest friend and she died for that failure." Her world narrowed as she realized, he truly did not realize what she had done. Quietly she beckoned to Teigue stepping up, closing some of the distance. "If I leave the veil in place, I am destroying the world she wanted." Her heart tightened as he struggled for the control to maintain his purpose.

"Mythal, please you must see. You are hurting him, you are turning him from his purpose. Release him, break the bond. I will return and so will Felassan. You will have no need of wisdom with hope and determination."

Sucking in a breath she crept up another stair, this was the most dangerous part of saving her vhenan. "and I will have...She will have died for nothing!" The fade rippled around them, Pride and Despair warred for his purpose and one of the wolves stopped and howled. She would not let that happen. She would see this through, she'd see him free finally. A singular caw answered the wolf as a raven swooped in and turned into Morrigan with a flourish of feathers, pulling Solas from his determination.

"And whose fault is that Dread Wolf?" Fen'aslan let out a breath she had held as he answered her with his own question "Morrigan?" The witch wasted no time. "That is one appellation of many I wear, I have been advisor to Orlais, Witch of the Wilds..." There was no need to slow their advance and Fen'aslan allowed herself another breath, as an opaline wolf cowed the demons that clung to the edges of the memory and the the moment, as the dread wolf bristled and stood on guard.

"Daughter of Flemath.. and once, a long ago, an old friend." She saw the look in Solas' eyes, the same look she had given when Morrigan had told her. Disbelief, regret, anger, and unrelenting pain. It was a wound that had infected their trio since leaving the fade, Benevolence turned into Vengeance, thus Mythal had been made, goddess of the Evanuris and mother of the People. She let Rook take his place with the essence next to Morrigan as she moved closer to Solas. Taking the time as they spoke to take him in. Blood and swelling marred his sharp features.

The choked sob drew her attention as she gazed upon Mythal, her heart tightening, how she had tried to make it easy for him, to share the weight of the pain that she had caused but she was not as possessed by Mythal as he had been. She drew blood biting her lip as he stumbled and the choked way he said her name. They had all loved her, they had all left for her and of them all. She had only let two go. Coppery tang filled her mouth as the spoke, and her vhenan folded in on himself. The fade had echoed with the tether breaking between goddess and servant brought the spirits to a pause.

Quietly she made her way to him, steps echoed by the white wolf. Kneeling before him, much like he had kneeled before her those years not so far gone. It was a phrase she had turned in her mind so many times, the love the three of them had it was eternal, it was the way forward. His sobs felt like waves of the ocean this close. Still she stayed in the torrent. In the corner of her gaze she noticed a rich purple wolf, crawling low toward them both. A small wave of relief washed over her. He had found his way to the fade after all. Stepping back she stood as he straightened looking between them and the fade rift. The moment the dagger sliced across the fade, she felt the echo as the memory flashed in the background

"It seems you hold the key to our salvation. You had sealed it with a gesture… and right then, I felt the whole world change."

"My life force now sustains the veil, with every breath I take. I will protect the innocent from my past mistakes." She bowed her head as the fade continued to ripple. "The titan's dreams are mad from their imprisonment. I cannot kill the blight, but I can help soothe its anger." She took a small breath as Felassan's wolf joined hers in slowly edging to their pack mate, their friend, their lover. The dagger was handed to Teigue as he turned away from them. "I will go and seek atonement."

For a moment she watched the three wolves, Felassan had found his way to the prison, they could find him in there. Quietly she made her way to him a warm smile easing across her features. "But you do not have to go alone." Taking his hands in both of hers for the first time since the earliest days of the inquisition and the earliest days of them being pulled from the fade. Wisdom was there, bloodied, and bruised but none the less glorious then had been all along, and finally he saw the echos in the fade. Who waited for them.

"Mh..Ar ghilas vir banal." It was whispered and she squeezed his hand as the two wolves surrounded their larger and battered counterpart. Out of the corner of her gaze she caught sight of Felassan waiting for them. "Tel banal ar ama." Her eyes shifted taking on that silver glow as for once she was the source of the raw magic. " Vir shiral ma lasa, bellanaris." she pulled him into the kiss, his hands pulling away from hers, and his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. The kiss flowing away from tender into desperation, yearning, and desire as his knee pushed between her legs.

"Savhalla, ir Souvera iselenal! Vir shiral ma lasa bellanaris!" A very annoyed figure in the fade called breaking the moment as she clung to Solas, and even his wolf looked annoyed standing near the gateway. "Ir isala dhavemah ga'ta na!" Reaching up she gently nudged Solas' chin with her hand as she giggled.

"Fe--Felassan?" The name was whispered but the wolf howled as the arrow leaned against a pillar of golden halls. "I--I the knife..."

"Vhenan, our kind have proved harder to kill before." She murmured pulling back and taking his hand. Leading him to the gateway as Felassan's wolf entered and the elf chuckled. Glowing lavender reached out grabbing Solas' other hand.

"Sileal, what happened you could barely speak your vows." The teasing was light as they stepped into the fade, arms enfolding eachother, and wolves pressing against eachother. "You do have blood on your face Vhenan, we should fix that." she murmured pressing a kiss above his eye, Felassan mirroring her. "Sulevin....Las" the tired groan came in good nature as the tumbled into a nest of blankets. They would heal, and the veil, it would crumble naturally slowly and than the world and the titans would heal. 

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Vhenan - my love Ir Abelas Vhenan - I am sorry my love Ar ghilas vir banal - Where I go is Terrible Tel banal ar ama.- It won't be terrible if you are with me Vir shiral ma lasa, bellanaris. - We make this journey, always Savhalla, ir Souvera iselenal! - Hey I am tired of waiting! Ir isala dhavemah ga'ta na! - I desire to kiss you both Sileal - Wisdom Sulevin - Purpose Las - Hope

[ana-cantskywalker]

sabezra + start over again by new hope club for the drabbles?

I try to respond to an ask in a reasonable timeframe challenge (level: impossible)

Legally this isn’t a drabble (I only very recently learned what a drabble technically is and this ain’t it) I don’t even think it can be considered a microfic anymore. It absolutely got away from me and is kinda massive considering the prompt.

Anyways, I hope you like it!

Setting: Modern au, they are in college (idk the details just college)

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He was an idiot.

He’d been told that before but now he was sure of it because only an idiot would do what he’d done yesterday.

It had started out going extremely well for him, after taking nearly three years to work up the courage to do so, he’d finally told Sabine how he felt. How he saw his best friend as more than just a best friend, how he wanted them to be more.

And she hadn’t killed him surprisingly enough.

He thought such a heavy confession would ruin what they already had, which is why he’d taken so long to admit it, but she took it well. She didn’t hate him for one, and she even agreed to go on a ‘date’ with him. Not a real go to a nice restaurant type of date, but something slightly more intimate than their usual hangouts, to see if it would be a dynamic they might want to pursue.

He didn’t really know why she’d agreed, he wouldn’t dare hope it was because she reciprocated even if she wouldn’t admit it, but maybe…

They’d agreed on a picnic in the park near his house, casual but not anything like what they would normally do together. All their cards on the table, but without the pressure, the stage was set to be a perfect day, and he’d been thrilled.

That is until he had to go and kriff it all up.

His first mistake was being chronically late, not on purpose of course, but late nonetheless. She had to wait for him for nearly half an hour, it was a miracle she hadn’t just left, and maybe she should have. And then he had to go put his foot in his mouth when he tried complimenting her, he couldn’t even remember now what he’d said, just that it had sounded like a borderline insult.

He should’ve just told her she was beautiful, because kriff, she was.

Then, the cherry on top to the disaster of a date was when he knocked over his drink and spilled it all over her dress. Like an idiot.

It hadn’t ended with her yelling at him like he probably deserved, but it had been three days ago and she hadn’t so much as texted him. They usually talked every day. She was rightfully upset and he didn’t know how to fix it.

He needed to, his relationship with Sabine, friend or otherwise was one of the most important relationships he had. Also if he didn’t Tristan was going to kill him the next time he saw him.

The sound of a door closing snapped him from the doom spiral he was having face down on the couch. Looking up he saw his roommate Zeb walking in. The older boy gives Ezra a disapproving once over, “You still moping?”

Ezra doesn’t dignify him with a response, so he keeps going. “You know moping here on the couch isn’t going to fix anything.”

He rolls his eyes, “Thank you for that astute observation, Zeb.”

Zeb pushes through their tiny living area towards his room, “Fine, if you want to sit here in your misery then do it, just don’t bother me about it. But, if I was you, I would go apologize.”

With that he’s gone and Ezra sits up, he was right and Ezra hated it. He’d known for the past three days that was what he needed to do, he was just terrified of the response he might get. What if she chewed him out and never wanted to see him again.

Well, maybe that was a little extreme, she had every right to be upset but he might have been making the situation more drastic in his head. He had been known to be dramatic over things on occasion.

As he is pondering the extent of his dramatization of events, his eyes land on a picture stuck to the fridge, he could barely make it out from where he was, but he knew what it was of. It was a picture he and Sabine had taken when they went to the amusement park outside town last Summer. It was one of his favorite memories, not just with her, but ever. Was he really going to ruin that over his stupid cowardice?

No. He wasn't.

He was going to make things right.

-

The trip to the coffee shop where Sabine worked was quick. It was the prime spot to run into her for two reasons. One, because it was currently her work hours and he didn’t want to wait. Two, because if he risked waiting till later and trying to go see her at her and Tristan’s shared apartment, there was always a chance he would be there and she wouldn’t, and he didn’t fancy getting punched in the face today.

However, that still wasn’t out of the question with Sabine.

The bell above the door rang as he entered, and he was greeted by the familiar smells of coffee and pastries. It was quiet inside, only a few customers sitting at tables and no one in line at the register. Behind it sat Sabine, hunched over what he could assume was a sketchbook, golden eyes narrowed in concentration, purple and pink hair framing her face. She really was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

He cautiously approaches the counter, and she doesn’t look up, even when he reaches it, clearly not noticing it was him. Without so much as a glance she asks, “How can I help you?”

He clears his throat, pushing down the nerves in his stomach. “Could I have a hot chocolate please… and a second chance?”

Her head snaps up, eyes locking with his, shock written on her face, “Ezra-”

He cuts her off, which probably wasn’t the best idea in terms of trying to make it up to her, “Sabine, I’m really sorry about the other day. I messed up completely, and I know you’re probably really mad at me because I was a total idiot.”

It all comes out as one big word vomit, and he looks at the ground, embarrassed both because of why he had to apologize in the first place, and also because of his delivery of said apology.

“Yeah, you were kind of a total idiot weren’t you?”

When he looks up, instead of the disapproving scowl he’d been expecting, he finds a mischievous smirk. He could cry from relief at the fact that she apparently didn’t hate him.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “Could we start over?”

[allay-uxini]

Uxini’s Surprise Treat Delivery 2

A treat for @rutellingmeashrimpfriedthisrice for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange based on the prompt: First kiss (Happy pride month everyone!)

Summary:

“Come on Pearl just a few more stamps”

“Nope! You can't keep getting away with these freebies”

“Are you… sure about that?”

“Gem what are you-”

She kisses her

(Gem is quite skilled at getting her way)

[msnihilist]

Screenshots somebody’s DNI and has one herself saying no antis or busybodies. Cool. It’s the internet. Anything goes. That means I can rb your fanfics and save them for editing the way you save art that isn’t incestuous.

I mean, if you want to download my fics and comb through all of that incest and underage smut, that's your prerogative, man. Hope you get a boner out of it, then maybe you'll calm down 💕

[myevilmouse]

“You always do that,” Din commented, gesturing at the two glasses on the table.

“Offer you a drink?”

The Mandalorian nodded.

“Hospitality,” Cobb grinned.  “Yes, always gonna buy you a snort, even if you don’t want my spotchka.”  He shook the bottle of radioactive-blue liquid happily.  “And who knows, maybe someday you’ll surprise me.” 

Leaning across the table, he tapped Din’s helmet with a gloved finger. 

“I can’t take it off,” Din said flatly.

“Would you like to?”

The question surprised him, and Din looked from Cobb’s easy-going smile to the bright glow of the spotchka before he answered.

“Sometimes.”

[djemsostylist]

I think the thing about both Zuko and Toph (and this will likely end up a longer post at some point) is that they work together so well in a way that makes sense both for the continuation of the characters and the story. Both of them are not the type to settle down right away...I think they both need time to figure out what life is like beyond the scope of war. How to live their lives and who exactly they want to be. It gives them a chance to both grown up and figure out who they are apart before they get together (which also helps with evening out their ages and life experience). I think the idea of pairing off the Gaang makes a lot of sense (the six of them went through something so incredibly unique that's it hard to find others to share it with, and I like the idea of them all being this sort of huge interconnected family) and Toph and Zuko have this separate level of connection that goes beyond what I think the others can understand. The whole idea of abusive family is something that connects them in ways the others can't really understand, as is the idea of reshaping yourself and finding out who you are. They also probably both deal with insecurities and doubting love and also neither of them have home in the way the others do. The idea of them meeting again as adults and finding in each other the love and family they both so desperately wanted as children is just so beautiful.

Anyway I'm on day 5 of this new ship and I've written like five fics. I seriously can't get these two out of my head. Send help 🙈

[justleaf]

I had a little time to write over my extremely hectic holiday, and here it is.

Snippet He awoke all at once to a loud thump from his window. The first thing he reached for was his knife and the first thing he saw was a figure crumpled on his floor. Iorveth, he knew from instinct, from that gambeson. Iorveth in trouble.

Pairing Iorveth x Vernon Roche

Tags Injury Recovery, Confessions, Smut

Length 3,800 words

Read The Fourth Love on AO3

[nemaliwrites]

Adrien, Alya, race (for the drabble game <3)

“Man,” says Rena Rouge. “I thought patrol would be a lot more fun than this.”

Chat Noir grins. 

“It’s only fun if you make it fun,” he says, reaching out to tug on her hair. She swats him, giggling. “Maybe I could purr-suade you to a race? No way you’ll cat-ch me, of course.”

“We’ll see about that.” Rena brings her flute to her lips. “You better run, chaton, before we test how good those reflexes of yours really are.”

Chat Noir vaults away, a blur in the night – and Rena, never one to back down from a challenge, follows.

--

send me two characters and a word!

[welcometoteyvat]

Xiao visits Mt. Tianheng one autumn day, when the eternal yellow ginkgo leaves have started drifting off their branches. In the small inner courtyard of the thaumaturges’ residence, Chongyun is meditating quietly; breathing slow, eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Xiao slowly approaches, careful not to disturb him.

“Xiao! You’re back!” Chongyun opens his eyes, beaming brightly up at him.

Something impossibly warm washes over Xiao. Chongyun’s pure heart is ever so radiant, like a little ball of light. He can’t help it—he tilts Chongyun’s face up, presses a tender kiss on his waiting lips.

“Yes, I’m back.”

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now on ao3!

[superbattrash]

Trick or treat!! 🦇

A treat for the treat of my life <3 <3 <3 (that sounded way better in my head)

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"And why, pray tell, am I wearing this, again?" Bruce asks, pulling at the tight collar.

"Because you can't always be a dinosaur," Dick tells him as a matter of factly. He's running around the room, helping everybody get ready, but then again, it's easy for Dick to move around freely when all he's wearing is a small cheerleader outfit. Bruce doesn't want to know why he's wearing the skirt and Kory is the one in the pants. He doesn't need to know; he doesn't even want to think of asking.

"I'm not-"

"Sorry, you can't always be a T-Rex or triceratops or whatever," Dick waves him off.

"That's not-" Bruce tries to argue but then Dick places a pair of bunny ears on top of his head. "Why this outfit?" He tries again.

"Because it suits you," Tim comments from where he's squeezing into a maid's uniform. Another skirt. Bruce has a bad feeling about this.

"Drake is right," Damian chimes in and Bruce nearly swallows his own tongue. Damian agreeing with Tim? Perhaps he should cancel the party and go lie down. Maybe drag his youngest to the cave to run some tests first.

"Is it not customary for the rabbits to accompany a billionaire?" Damian asks when Bruce doesn't reply. "This being a switch of genders and all?"

"It is," Jason says with a terrifying grin on his face. Bruce purposefully doesn't look at him. He doesn't need to see which type of skirt Jason is wearing; he's pretty sure he'll faint any minute now. "Which is why dear old dad needs to be the perfect bunny for his handsome billionaire."

"Do I even want to know who my handsome billionaire is?" Bruce asks hesitantly.

"Selena, duh," Tim says just as Damian goes: "Mother, of course."

"Oh," Dick then says. "I invited Clark."

"This is a switch party!" Jason argues. "Clark can't be the handsome billionaire!"

"He can too!" Dick shoots back. "He's a handsome billionaire widow. See? That's him in the black dress."

Bruce nearly breaks his own neck turning around to see exactly what type of black dress Clark is wearing. And then he feels all color drain out of his face - and not for the reason he was expecting. Clark is indeed wearing a skintight black dress (and good God, how the hell did the boys convince him to wear those heels?!) but that's not what has Bruce start sweating.

Right next to Clark stands a tall figure, glaring daggers and looking absolutely gorgeous in a bright red miniskirt.

"Why is Khoa here?" Bruce chokes.

[alidravana]

First drabble written for @hrpfdrabbledecember! Prompt was Gold (via the wheel).

Rated: G | Pittsburgh Penguins | Guess the ship!

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He couldn’t help but stare as the two bands on his left hand, further illuminated by the winter’s beaming sun.

One gold, one black.  None of them were able to leave the Penguins far behind.

He should be staring at his partners, both of them looking absolutely dashing in their suits, but he is caught up in the symbolism of his rings, how they meet but don’t overlap.  

It was just like their relationship.  It was never overwhelming, it never consumed or overtook one person or another.  It just was.  They just fit.  

And Sidney was the happiest man ever.

[sisterdivinium]

Words escape them.

A golden ray of light falls upon a crucifix, upon naked, intertwined limbs. There is sensation — warmth — and there is memory — love — but there aren't words.

Jillian fears to move, fears a declaration of regret; Suzanne fears herself, the consequences, the punishment — and she fears the loss of the woman in her arms.

The night has gone and passion has left doubtful sobriety in its wake.

They watch. They wait.

Suzanne at last dares caress a cheek. Jillian smiles.

There is no return. Let damnation come, let judgement — a kiss seals their fate before the morning bell.