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I guess it's that time of year, again, when I ask folks to send me prompts(text is link to my ask box) for the 800-2k word ficlets I send out with holiday cards. (For those new to this, ficlets will get publicly posted to AO3 in Feb/March of 2025. And I usually post the rough drafts to Patreon, if you really can't wait.)

Things to keep in mind about prompting:

I do not anticipate to write every prompt I get, and multiple people sending in the same or a very similar prompt will not make it more likely to get written. (This does not mean you shouldn't send in a prompt.)

I don't write in any of my existing AUs, because I don't want folks to have to be familiar with a longer fic or series to enjoy a little ficlet with their card.

I am not currently writing Harry Potter for personal reasons. Any prompts sent for this fandom will be deleted out of hand. (This does include crossovers.)

I will 100% write a ficlet for my own OCs. I am not comfortable writing a ficlet with another person's OCs unless their creator requests it themself, and are open to me pestering them for more information.

I will write both shippy and platonic ficlets. However, these do aim to be family-friendly, since I don't know who's opening anyone's mail, so we aim for a generalised Teen rating.

If you've never seen me write a ship, but you know I'm in the fandom, go ahead and prompt it. (If it's a ship that I have no intention to write, I'll just quietly delete it, not here to insult anyone's joys.)

Yes, anon is on. Please don't give me a reason to change that.

You can also send your prompts to either of my multi-fandom blogs (batsutousai and the back-up bats-batsutousai) or my twitter (LadyMarvolo). You can also send them through my cohost (batsutousai) or bluesky (batsutousai), but I keep forgetting to check both of those places and don't know what sorts of notifications are turned on, whoops.

BATS' SHIP LIST (text is the link. This is not all-inclusive, just the ones I am 100% comfortable with and down with writing. Yes, I know I said, last year, that I was going to try to put together a platonic 'ships' list. That clearly has not happened. I shall make an attempt again this year, but my promises are sand.)

PROMPTS (just gonna do links to some of the prompt lists I've reblogged previously, just please let me know which list you're pulling from?)

Bats' previously created holiday ficlets prompts list

Line of dialogue

Four word prompts

Numbered dialogue prompts

X Me prompts

I think there's one in my drafts that cuddling related? I'll see if I can't find that and post it some time this week.

And, no, you do not have to pick prompts off the lists. If you've got one you've been dying to send me, go for it. Just, please keep in mind that I'm only looking for short ficlet prompts at this time.

#bats' holiday card ficlets #prompt request #about the Bats

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Sunday Six

Following on from last week's Sunday Six tease, here's a bit more from the FoxyWan sequel. Still no answer about where Obi-Wan and Fox are, but we have a lead!

She felt Baar's solid presence coming over to stand behind her as the call struggled to connect, static clearing to reveal a weequay she'd only seen once, but would probably always recognise, given how utterly memorable the conversation between him and her master had been, even though he wasn't wearing one of his signature, unfashionable hats. "Hondo?" she croaked.

He replied with a smile that looked forced. "Ah, little Ashla! I see you remember me!" he said, using the cover name she had picked, when Master Obi-Wan told her she needed a name she wouldn't have trouble remembering to answer to, in the event they had to go undercover, or met up with some of his contacts who didn't know he was a Jedi.

"A little busy, right now, Ohnaka," Baar said, a sharpness to his voice that made Ahsoka want to duck and hide.

"Ah, I know," said Hondo, his smile vanishing, expression going grim in a way Ahsoka hadn't thought he could. "You see, I have just seen Ben, and I do not think the accommodations agree with him."

"What's your price for the location of that ship?" Baar demanded, when Ahsoka couldn't speak through her relief.

"Baar," Hondo said with grim sincerity, "this information I offer for free." And then he told them everything he knew.

(Debating sharing any more than this, because most of the scenes in this fic are rather dark. Because literally no one in this fic is having a good time, whoops. I do promise a happy ending, at least? 😅)

#sunday six #fandom:star wars #pairing:commander fox x obi wan kenobi #series: your hands protect the flame #queueing my way back home

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Sunday Six

Following on from last week's Sunday Six tease, here's a bit more from the FoxyWan sequel. Still no answer about where Obi-Wan and Fox are, but we have a lead!

She felt Baar's solid presence coming over to stand behind her as the call struggled to connect, static clearing to reveal a weequay she'd only seen once, but would probably always recognise, given how utterly memorable the conversation between him and her master had been, even though he wasn't wearing one of his signature, unfashionable hats. "Hondo?" she croaked.

He replied with a smile that looked forced. "Ah, little Ashla! I see you remember me!" he said, using the cover name she had picked, when Master Obi-Wan told her she needed a name she wouldn't have trouble remembering to answer to, in the event they had to go undercover, or met up with some of his contacts who didn't know he was a Jedi.

"A little busy, right now, Ohnaka," Baar said, a sharpness to his voice that made Ahsoka want to duck and hide.

"Ah, I know," said Hondo, his smile vanishing, expression going grim in a way Ahsoka hadn't thought he could. "You see, I have just seen Ben, and I do not think the accommodations agree with him."

"What's your price for the location of that ship?" Baar demanded, when Ahsoka couldn't speak through her relief.

"Baar," Hondo said with grim sincerity, "this information I offer for free." And then he told them everything he knew.

(Debating sharing any more than this, because most of the scenes in this fic are rather dark. Because literally no one in this fic is having a good time, whoops. I do promise a happy ending, at least? 😅)

#sunday six #fandom:star wars #pairing:commander fox x obi wan kenobi #series: your hands protect the flame

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[FIC] Nothing But Bones ~ Star Wars Prequels ~ Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Mature

Title: Nothing But Bones Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Rating: Mature Pairing: Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi, background cloneshipping Warnings: Alternate Universe, Order 66, post-Order 66, PTSD, non-binary clone troopers, survivor's grief, OC death, bad coping methods, original slave characters, miscommunication Summary: Alpha-17 finds Obi-Wan, after the galaxy's gone to hell.

Seventeen looked across at him. Kenobi had lowered the blaster, but he hadn't put it away. He looked tired, worn down and suspicious, and Seventeen found themself wanting to reach out to him, to pull him close and hug him, like Baar had done during bad nights on Kamino. (Somehow, they'd gone soft, in the years between Rattatak and now. They weren't certain how to feel about that.) "I thought you were dead," Seventeen admitted, knew from the way that Rokaia stiffened that she understood. They'd thought Kenobi would, too—they'd never been able to hide much from him, not with his Force—but he just sighed and asked, in a tired voice, "Why are you here, Seventeen?" Seventeen took a moment to debate all the possible answers to that, before saying, "I came here to die." Rokaia let out a sound like she'd been stabbed, while Kenobi just closed his eyes, looking tired and worn as thin as Seventeen felt. "Where's Cody?" Seventeen had to ask, because they couldn't imagine the little shit would allow their general out on his own, not when his mere existence was a crime. "Cody," Kenobi said, agony in his voice, "ordered me shot." Seventeen felt the words like a bolt in the gut, couldn't stop from staggering to the side, Rokaia dragged along with, shouting their name, until they could lean against the nearest wall, trying to catch their breath, to breathe through the horror of Cody, just another faceless body in armour, wanting the Jedi they'd sworn to Seventeen to guard with their life—on pain of a punishment spar or suicide runs or whatever punishment Seventeen thought would hurt enough—dead. Kriff, they did not need that nightmare fuel. They felt Rokaia pulling away from them, opened their eyes to look, see why, only to find Kenobi had approached, within easy reach, and Seventeen couldn't stop themself from reaching out, towards him, needing to touch, to know he was real. Kenobi flinched. Seventeen froze, hands outstretched, thought about pulling away. Stepping back. Leaving. (Their voice had ordered him shot; their face had stood for a mutiny, had stared blankly at the scene of a murder; they could not blame Kenobi if he wanted nothing to do with them.) Except, then, Kenobi reached out, catching one of Seventeen's hands with his own. Seventeen felt it like an electroshock, couldn't tell if they wanted to flinch back or lunge forward, and so was left trapped in stillness, watching Kenobi step forward, closer still, close enough that Seventeen could wrap their hands around his throat and squeeze. (They were a weapon, had always been, but they had never felt quite so dangerous around Kenobi before, not like this.) "Are you going to shoot me?" Kenobi asked, quiet. Something in Seventeen felt like it had cracked open, raw and bleeding, and they had to swallow down bile or a scream, they couldn't say which, before they could say, "No." Swallowed again, harder, and managed to add, "I'm gonna shoot Cody." Kenobi's smile was a bitter, brittle thing, and Seventeen couldn't resist, any more, the urge to pull him close, against their chest, and wrap their arms around him, ignoring his stiffness, the terror that they hadn't seen on Rattatak, not once, but fancied they could smell on him, now. Kenobi stayed stiff for a moment that dragged into hours and days, before he relaxed with a whispered, "Oh," and strong hands came up to clench at Seventeen's shoulders, tight enough to ache, to hopefully leave bruises deep, where they would throb for days, so Seventeen couldn't forget that this was real, that he was real. Here. Alive. "I thought you were dead," Seventeen said again, tried not to care when their voice cracked. "I'm not," Kenobi whispered, and squeezed Seventeen's shoulders, then pulled away.

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[FIC] Nothing But Bones ~ Star Wars Prequels ~ Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Mature

Title: Nothing But Bones Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Rating: Mature Pairing: Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi, background cloneshipping Warnings: Alternate Universe, Order 66, post-Order 66, PTSD, non-binary clone troopers, survivor's grief, OC death, bad coping methods, original slave characters, miscommunication Summary: Alpha-17 finds Obi-Wan, after the galaxy's gone to hell.

Seventeen looked across at him. Kenobi had lowered the blaster, but he hadn't put it away. He looked tired, worn down and suspicious, and Seventeen found themself wanting to reach out to him, to pull him close and hug him, like Baar had done during bad nights on Kamino. (Somehow, they'd gone soft, in the years between Rattatak and now. They weren't certain how to feel about that.) "I thought you were dead," Seventeen admitted, knew from the way that Rokaia stiffened that she understood. They'd thought Kenobi would, too—they'd never been able to hide much from him, not with his Force—but he just sighed and asked, in a tired voice, "Why are you here, Seventeen?" Seventeen took a moment to debate all the possible answers to that, before saying, "I came here to die." Rokaia let out a sound like she'd been stabbed, while Kenobi just closed his eyes, looking tired and worn as thin as Seventeen felt. "Where's Cody?" Seventeen had to ask, because they couldn't imagine the little shit would allow their general out on his own, not when his mere existence was a crime. "Cody," Kenobi said, agony in his voice, "ordered me shot." Seventeen felt the words like a bolt in the gut, couldn't stop from staggering to the side, Rokaia dragged along with, shouting their name, until they could lean against the nearest wall, trying to catch their breath, to breathe through the horror of Cody, just another faceless body in armour, wanting the Jedi they'd sworn to Seventeen to guard with their life—on pain of a punishment spar or suicide runs or whatever punishment Seventeen thought would hurt enough—dead. Kriff, they did not need that nightmare fuel. They felt Rokaia pulling away from them, opened their eyes to look, see why, only to find Kenobi had approached, within easy reach, and Seventeen couldn't stop themself from reaching out, towards him, needing to touch, to know he was real. Kenobi flinched. Seventeen froze, hands outstretched, thought about pulling away. Stepping back. Leaving. (Their voice had ordered him shot; their face had stood for a mutiny, had stared blankly at the scene of a murder; they could not blame Kenobi if he wanted nothing to do with them.) Except, then, Kenobi reached out, catching one of Seventeen's hands with his own. Seventeen felt it like an electroshock, couldn't tell if they wanted to flinch back or lunge forward, and so was left trapped in stillness, watching Kenobi step forward, closer still, close enough that Seventeen could wrap their hands around his throat and squeeze. (They were a weapon, had always been, but they had never felt quite so dangerous around Kenobi before, not like this.) "Are you going to shoot me?" Kenobi asked, quiet. Something in Seventeen felt like it had cracked open, raw and bleeding, and they had to swallow down bile or a scream, they couldn't say which, before they could say, "No." Swallowed again, harder, and managed to add, "I'm gonna shoot Cody." Kenobi's smile was a bitter, brittle thing, and Seventeen couldn't resist, any more, the urge to pull him close, against their chest, and wrap their arms around him, ignoring his stiffness, the terror that they hadn't seen on Rattatak, not once, but fancied they could smell on him, now. Kenobi stayed stiff for a moment that dragged into hours and days, before he relaxed with a whispered, "Oh," and strong hands came up to clench at Seventeen's shoulders, tight enough to ache, to hopefully leave bruises deep, where they would throb for days, so Seventeen couldn't forget that this was real, that he was real. Here. Alive. "I thought you were dead," Seventeen said again, tried not to care when their voice cracked. "I'm not," Kenobi whispered, and squeezed Seventeen's shoulders, then pulled away.

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#AlphaObi #17Obi #alpha 17 #fandom:star wars #pairing:alpha-17 x Obi-Wan Kenobi #one shot

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Sunday Six

WAIT IT'S SUNDAY, ISN'T IT?

Okay, surprise teaser from the FoxyWan sequel that I spewed over the past two days. (Slightly more than 6 sentences, but that's par for the course, for me.)

R4 chirped a status request, clearly meant for Ahsoka. "Achy," Ahsoka replied with a tired smile for her master's droid. "I'll live." R4 made a relieved noise, then chirped a request about Master Obi-Wan's status, even as the ship shifted, lifting off. "Alive," Ahsoka reported. And then, in a whisper to herself, added, "I hope." As they reached altitude to get over the rocky terrain, Ahsoka turned her attention to cycling through the monitors she had access to at the comm station, and froze, suffering a sensation like ice sliding down her spine as she took in the massive, gaping hole where the building Masters Obi-Wan and Quinlan, Shakka, Foxy, and Zinger had gone inside had been. "Baar!" she yelled, couldn't keep the terror out of her voice. "Where's the building? Where's my master?"

#sunday six #fandom:star wars #pairing:commander fox x obi wan kenobi #series: your hands protect the flame

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FICLET: Here I Stand Alone ~ Final Fantasy X ~ Teen

Title: Here I Stand Alone Fandom: Final Fantasy X Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Warnings: implied burgeoning crush Prompt: N/A Summary: Tidus meets Seymour for the first time while wandering the Luca docks alone.

"You've been to Zanarkand?" Tidus breathed, taking a helpless, hopeful step forward. The man blinked and then said, with some surprise, "You don't know who I am." That made Tidus take a step back, realising he'd got a little too close, and he gave his best laugh, reaching up to rub at the back of his head. "Yeah, well, uhm, Sin, you know. I had... Toxin?" "Ah," the man said, and nodded, like that made sense the same way it seemed to to everyone in this future, even though Tidus just constantly felt like an idiot when he stammered about it. (He could almost hear Jecht's asshole comments, giving him shit for stuttering and needing to lie to excuse his own stupidity.) "Yes," the man said, mouth turning up with a smile that Tidus felt down in his soul, one that said he was remembering something that hurt, but he couldn't let anyone else know, "I've been to Zanarkand."

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#seymourtidus #fandom:final fantasy #fandom:final fantasy 10 #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: No One Else Here Will Save You ~ Final Fantasy VIII ~ Teen

Title: No One Else Here Will Save You Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Prompt: From @ladyenterprize, Seifer/Squall, respect Summary: Seifer finds Squall after the SeeD ball and they talk about the exam.

Seifer sauntered forward so he could stand in Squall's personal space, smirking down at him and making a show of picking a non-existent piece of lint off the shoulder of his formal jacket. Squall scoffed, but didn't attempt to put space between them, like he would have done with anyone else standing so close to him. "Next time," he said, tone flat, "follow orders." Seifer felt his smirk shifting, and the way Squall's eyebrows drew together into a frown said it hadn't been a good shift. "Don't be stupid, Squally; we both know there won't be a next time," he said, grateful that he managed to keep his tone careless, despite whatever his face was doing. Squall looked away, like he thought that hid the way his shoulders tensed. "Awww," Seifer cooed, too sweet, and was rewarded with a narrow-eyed glare. "I had no idea you cared."

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#fandom:final fantasy 8 #fandom:final fantasy #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: Nightmares Locked Away ~ Fullmetal Alchemist ~ Teen

Title: Nightmares Locked Away Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Pairing: Gracia/Maes Hughes Warnings: implied alcoholism, mentions of Ishval Prompt: From an anon, Roy Mustang & Maes Hughes, magic/laugh Summary: Maes is worried about Roy, once they've returned to Central, so he drags him to dinner at Gracia's.

And then, Gracia said, "Maes tells me your speciality is fire." Roy went still in a way that sent a shiver down Maes' spine, reminded him of blood-soaked sand and the ever-present scent of burnt flesh, and he was just opening his mouth to interrupt, when Roy said, "Yes, so it is." And then he slipped a hand into one pocket—Maes wasn't surprised that someone gunning for the Führer's seat would keep a one of his most dependable and devastating weapons on his person—and motioned with the other towards one of the candles Maes had lit for the table on autopilot. The flame, instead of roaring into an inferno, as Maes had so often seen in Ishval, divided itself into six, which shifted into the shape of women, and danced around the empty wick. Gracia clapped, clearly delighted, but Maes was left staring at Roy, a little thrown to find that something he'd come to think could only be used for destruction, could also be turned to something purely entertaining.

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#fandom:fullmetal alchemist #pairing:Gracia Hughes/Maes Hughes #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: Those Quiet, Lazy Days ~ Fullmetal Alchemist ~ Teen

Title: Those Quiet, Lazy Days Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Pairing: Edward Elric/Roy Mustang Warnings: established relationship, chronic pain, post-canon Prompt: From @pingistam, Edward Elric/Roy Mustang, weather/comfort Summary: Neither Roy nor Ed particularly enjoy cold weather, but they've got good at taking care of each other.

Ed, Roy saw as he gingerly slipped the gloves on, had wrapped himself in a blanket, the collar of his favourite jumper just visible at the top. "Cold?" he guessed. Ed grimaced, then jerked his head towards the window, outside of which, Roy realised, he could hear rain. Or, more likely, sleet, given how cold it had been. "Achy," he admitted. Roy nodded and, gloves on, stood. "Do you think you can manage to clean out the fireplace?" Because some days 'achy' meant more mobility than others. Ed clearly thought about it for a moment, then nodded and left the room, automail foot 'thunk, thunk'ing on the hardwood, while his socked real foot made no sound at all. Which wasn't a bad sign; if Ed was really hurting, he'd gentle the steps of his automail foot, said the reverberations made the aches worse.

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#safe royed #royed #edroy #fandom:fullmetal alchemist #pairing:edward elric/roy mustang #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: I Wanna Be A Small Light (For Someone in the Dark) ~ Star Wars Prequels ~ Teen

Title: I Wanna Be A Small Light (For Someone in the Dark) Fandom: Star Wars Prequels Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Warnings: AU, ignoring op sec Prompt: From @peaceful-fury, Obi-Wan & Feemor, alliance Summary: Yoda sends Feemor to back Obi-Wan up when he's assigned another solo, potentially suicidal, mission.

"We're teaming up with High General Kenobi?" Back-Up half-yelled, ignoring Nehutyc's half-hearted attempts to shush him. "You couldn't have warned us?" Feemor hummed, then patted Back-Up's shoulder as he turned to leave the bridge, offering, "Come along, Commander, Captain, best not to keep my little brother waiting." "Little brother?!" Back-Up yelled, and Feemor allowed himself a brief victorious smile; he honestly hadn't thought he'd managed to keep that secret from the clone he was closest to.

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#feemor #fandom:star wars #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: We Were Here ~ Star Wars ~ Teen

Title: We Were Here Fandom: Star Wars Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Warnings: genocide survivors, self-blame, loneliness, depression, post-Kenobi Prompt: N/A Summary: Bail reaches out to Ben again, asking if he might leave Tatooine one more time, because he thinks that Ahsoka needs the comfort of another Jedi to recover from a mission gone badly.

"That seat's taken," Ahsoka said, voice flat, and made a show of fingering a well-maintained blaster on her hip. Ben pushed his hood back enough to reveal his face and said, "I know," as Ahsoka's eyes went wide and she straightened. "Master Obi-Wan?" she breathed. "You're– Are you—?" Ben held a hand out over the table to her, and promised, "Quite alive, dear one."

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#fandom:star wars #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: Mirror of the Worst & Best in You ~ BBC's Merlin ~ Teen

Title: Mirror of the Worst & Best in You Fandom: BBC's Merlin Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Warnings: episode AU, sacrifice, poisoning Prompt: N/A Summary: When faced with the choice about giving Morgana poison to save everyone in Camelot, Merlin chooses to talk to Morgana about what's happening.

Merlin turned back towards her, took in the grief writ across her face, and held out the vial of poison. She stared at it, mouthed 'hemlock', and turned her eyes up to his. There were tears in her pretty green eyes, and she whispered, "I have to die. For Uther." (Something about Uther's name made it easy to fill with utter disgust, Merlin had discovered.) Merlin swallowed, and blinked, and dropped the waterskin so he could rub at his own eyes, because they felt hot and wet and why did this hurt so much? "No," he forced out, as Arthur yelled again, and Morgana flinched. "For Camelot. For Gwen and all the other servants, the townspeople, the guards. For Arthur."

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#fandom:merlin #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: Fought the Perfect Storm ~ BBC's Merlin ~ Mature

Title: Fought the Perfect Storm Fandom: BBC's Merlin Author: Batsutousai Rating: Mature Pairing: Arthur Pendragon/Guinevere & Merlin/Morgana Pendragon Warnings: magic reveal, implied off-screen sex, established relationship, AU Prompt: N/A Summary: Arthur muses over how Merlin and Morgana became an item, while Gwen enjoys his suffering.

It had been about six months since Morgana and Helios' brief conquest of Camelot, when Merlin had started acting...strange. Even for him. (Admittedly, Arthur hadn't really noticed, otherwise busy with ruling a kingdom, but Guinevere had noticed. Had cornered Arthur's idiotic manservant and somehow convinced him to talk to her, even though every word of his concerns had been treason, because a bloody dragon had been screaming for help in his head—which was something that just happened to those able to use magic—and Merlin had been waffling over going to help it.) Armed with Guinevere's blessing, Merlin had left Camelot to help the dragon, and Guinevere—Arthur's dearest love—had decided to go on a crusade to convince Arthur that magic could have a place in Camelot.

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#mergana #fandom:merlin #pairing:arthur pendragon/gwen #pairing:merlinxmorgana #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: Let a Wild One Go Free ~ Marvel Cinematic Universe ~ Teen

Title: Let A Wild One Go Free Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Prompt: From @roisu, Loki & Tony Stark, healing Summary: Tony takes a break from avengering, due to a broken collarbone, and ends up finding Loki working at a coffeeshop.

Color him surprised when he'd put in his order—with the necessary muffin, yes, thank you, JARVIS—and stepped around the counter to collect his coffee, only to find a very familiar man working the machines. "Huh," he said, leaning against the counter. Loki went tense. Tony cycled through about six different comments—most of them jokes that would almost certainly be taken the wrong way, based on interactions with Thor—and settled on, "You don't poison my coffee, I didn't see you." Loki eyed him for a moment that dragged, then gave a sharp nod and made Tony his coffee. Without poison.

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#fandom:marvel #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: This Easy Love ~ Star Wars Originals ~ Teen

Title: This Easy Love Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Pairing: Kix/Luke Skywalker Warnings: minor wounds Prompt: From @aniseandspearmint, Kix/Luke Skywalker, "Shit, are you BLEEDING?" Summary: Kix is hurt while they're scouting a planet the Force sent Luke to.

Almost before his feet touched solid ground again, Luke grabbed him in a hug, ducking his face into the limited space between the bottom of his helmet and the top of his cuirass, a position Kix knew Luke found uncomfortable, because he complained about it constantly. Kix sighed and hugged him back, tilting his head out of the way to give Luke more space. "I may need Too-Onebee," he warned, because nothing good had ever come from letting a wound go untreated. Luke immediately let go, casting a quick look over Kix. "Are you sure? You don't look–" He froze, staring down at his hand, and Kix glanced down to see red on it. "Shit! You're bleeding!" Kix sighed, but let himself be half-pushed, half-ushered back to the ship, asking, "How bad does it look?" "The back is crushed in?" Luke asked more than said, after pausing to step back and take a look, sounding strained, before lifting his comm towards his mouth and saying, "Artoo, go wake Onebee."

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#fandom:star wars #pairing:Kix/Luke Skywalker #holiday card fics #one shot

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FICLET: Before the Night is Through ~ Star Trek AOS ~ Teen

Title: Before the Night is Through Fandom: Star Trek: The Alternate Original Series Author: Batsutousai Rating: Teen Pairing: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy Warnings: implication of bad self-care, established relationship Prompt: N/A Summary: After a red alert emergency causing a too-long shift, the last thing Leonard really wants to do, is be forced to corral an equally exhausted Jim.

As soon as Jim caught sight of Leonard, his whole face lit up, and he shouted, “Bones!” and then proceeded to stumble as he misjudged the stairs up to the upper walkway Leonard had been led along. Leonard sighed and sent a tired nod to Scotty, who had been fast enough to keep Jim from cracking his head on the steps, and reached down a hand towards Jim, which he grabbed for with rather more open delight than he usually showed around the crew. “You hidin’ anything?” he had to ask, although that trip had looked more exhausted than a sign of a wound. Jim rolled his eyes. “No, Doctor McCoy, I’m fit as a fiddle.” “I’ll bet you are,” Leonard muttered, using his hold on Jim to get him up onto the walkway. “I got kicked out of my sickbay, told to get some rest,” he said. Jim nodded and squeezed Leonard’s hand. “Right, right, yeah. I’ll walk with you on the way back to the bridge,” he announced. “You can fill me in on how our survivors are doing.” “Of course,” Leonard agreed, and was grateful that none of the engineering crew suggested Jim might be better off going to bed, because that chanced him deciding to be stubborn.

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