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evadne01 · 1 day

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Flowers and Jealousy

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M

Fandom: Merlin (TV)

Relationships: Merlin & Morgana (Merlin), Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Characters: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Morgana Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Happy Ending, heartfelt confessions, Possessive Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Forbidden Love, sibling dynamics, Royal Drama, court intrigue, Morgana Knows about Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Lancelot Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Lancelot Knows about Morgana's Magic (Merlin), Gwen Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Gwen Knows About Morgana's Magic (Merlin), Merlin Knows About Morgana's Magic (Merlin), Friendship/Love, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Secret Relationship, Protective Merlin (Merlin), Jealous Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Episode: s02e03 The Nightmare Begins (Merlin)

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 12 days

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Scarred Beauty

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Word count: 809

Summary: It had almost become a tradition for you and Zuko to talk after the sun had gone down, leaving the both of you wrapped in a blanket of secrecy. But after Zuko falls asleep a little too early, it leaves you to wonder.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with 'Tracing Scars'

When you first met Zuko, you honestly thought he was trying to kill you. The way his lip would curl up upon laying his eyes on you, or how he would single you out in a fight so he could make sure he was the only one who had a shot at you, it all made every moment between the two of you dreadful and when he decided to join your 'team' you could only think of the worst case scenario.

But now, now that you've got to know Zuko without the usual heat that came with his arrival or the scornful glare that he had to keep up, he was starting to grow on you.

It hadn't been instant, you, but probably Katara, took the longest to warm up to him. It was hard to look past all the times he had tried to capture you, burn you alive, hunt you down and even sell you out, but once you had tried, you felt your efforts rewarded tenfold as Zuko did his best to get to know you.

His mannerisms have changed a lot since the first time you met him. Instead of the brash, whiny and impatient prince who needed to get his way, you were met with a gentle, intelligent and peaceful warrior who had joined the fight against the Fire Nation.

He had grown more protective, making sure no one got hurt and always seeking you out first to check for injuries. He offered his guidance to both Aang and whoever else would take it, leading to the two of you bending together. Whenever the two of you would, due to your clashing elements, it always put on quite the show for the others as they watched fire try to wash away water.

It was how you believed you ended up here, lying beneath a sea of stars. The two of you were side by side, the others quite a distance away as they slept peacefully, getting ready for a day of adventure. Not the two of you though. You both had grown accustomed to the late-night talks that you weren't sure who had first started them.

It was such a regular occurrence that if one of you noticed the other one waiting out, you would rush the night along, getting into positions like you were currently in. Even the rest of the gang had grown used to this and wouldn't question it if the two of you went off together or when they awoke they found you both laying next to each other somewhere.

The topics that you would speak about were vast, never being a copy of the night before. You had spoken about what it had been like growing up and how your childhoods had varied, though you both found comfort in one another for a feeling of isolation. Talk of tradition and training, even gossip that the other would have a hard time following along with. Whatever could be spoken about had been.

Except for the large scar that took up a good chunk of Zuko's face. You had never felt the need to ask, even now, as you had turned away from the stars above to face Zuko, the older boy asleep far too early than he would've liked to be, you couldn't bring yourself to ever ask. If it was something that Zuko would ever want to talk about, then he would bring it up himself. But since that was yet to happen, you kept any topic of conversation far from it.

That didn't stop you from staring at it now. Even in the darkness, it was a large contrast from the rest of his face. For so long you had only ever allowed your eyes to briefly linger on the scar, only ever allowed your eyes to trace the corners of it and take it in. But now, a delicate hand reached forward and with a feather-light tip of your finger, your skin came in contact with his scared.

Where others may have seen brutality or felt disgust and pity at the sight, you couldn't help but wonder how such a large portion of his face seemed to bring so much life to Zuko's being, how though it may hide the beauty that may have once been there, a new beauty bloomed with it.

Only when you were satisfied did you draw your hand away. You had done enough looking for tonight. Instead, you curled in on yourself, trying to store as much heat as you could for the night, not wanting to leave Zuko's side.

And when the others found the two of you wrapped around one another in the morning, they turned a blind eye and allowed the both of you to come to your own senses and figure out the mess you were both slowly creating.

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hellsresidentfallenangel · 2 months

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Clashing Angelic’s

Summary: How would Lute react to crushing/falling in love with someone in Hell?

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo Square: First Meeting

A/N: It’s been so long since I posted something properly and I know I said it would be Alastor but don’t worry I have two Alastor fic/headcannon stories in the works so I’ll hopefully be able to post those soon. I also have a longer overlord Huskerdust au fic in the works so a lot of my writing attention is going to that. I wrote this in the middle of class so if there are any mistakes I'll be able to fix them later.

The way the two of you meet would be during an Extermination.

Lute would be searching for any Sinners that hadn’t taken the opportunity to hide while they still could or were new to Hell and hadn’t been informed what an Extermination was.

Then her eyes would land on you.

At first, she would think you were one of her own Angels who for some reason wasn’t in uniform before coming to her senses as she took in the telltale signs of a Sinner.

For a few seconds, she would hesitate, spotting you throwing her off kilter. In those few seconds, you would become aware of her presence, stopping whatever you were doing to stare her down for a few seconds.

What caught Lute’s attention the most and what hooked her in was how not a spec of fear could be seen on your face; your eyes instead blazing as you waited, almost daring her to try and kill you.

Of course Lute immediately took you up on that challenge.

Her wings spread out as far as they could reach, showing off their span before launching forward, her spear aimed and pointed at you as she got impossibly closer.

Though her Angelic blade never met your skin—much to Lute’s surprise—as you threw up what seemed to be an Angelic weapon of your own.

Lute couldn’t recognise it for the life of her. Looking back on it, she would blame it on the heat of the moment, never being met with a Sinner who had somehow gotten their hands on an Angelic weapon or who was that pretty. It didn’t help though that when buying it off an Overlord they had done their own tinkering to it.

The shock didn’t last long though. As soon as you started pushing on your weapon, trying to dig it closer to Lute, her senses came back to her and the current situation the two of you were in caught up to her.

No matter how pretty you were, she pushed all thoughts aside and focused on trying to dig her spear as far into your chest as she could, hoping to rid of you as quickly as possible so she could move on to the next sinner that needed retribution.

You didn’t make it that easy though.

With every thrust of Lute’s Angelic spear, you would block it with the blade of your own, never allowing her more than a few small cuts, deep red blood trickling out of them. But for every cut that littered your body, you made sure to return the favour with a sharper, more drawn-out one, golden blood making an appearance and beginning to stain the uniform she was made to wear.

The dance of Angelic weapons that the two of you seemed to walk was never-ending, a continuous walts of red slashes and gilded strikes.

Neither of you would back down; Lute because she was an Angel and it was her duty to slay the Sinners that crossed her path on Extermination Day; You because it was your life she was after and to turn away could lead to a fate out of your control. Also, your street cred would be reduced to nothing if you ran away from an Angel, the lieutenant at that.

By the end of it, you were both covered in a mix of your own and each other’s blood. Red staining clothes while gold brightened the dim night as the day came to an end.

It was only when a loud, almost roar-like screech filled the air, alerting everyone of what had just happened.

Extermination Day had come to an end, and you had survived even while fighting an Angel.

No matter that the countdown had finished and a full year awaited until the Angel in front of you was technically allowed to kill you, you still kept your guard up. After spending years in Hell, nothing surprised you anymore, so if the Angel was to breach the agreement made by Heaven, you wouldn’t be surprised.

Lute only spared you with a look however, her spear still held up as she too knew not to turn her back on a Sinner, not when it was on their turf.

Spreading her wings wide once again, with a powerful flutter she took off from the ground, racing up to the sky where hoards of other Angels were gathering. Lute made sure not to look back, not wanting to waste another second on you when you had effectively wasted a few hours of her Extermination, bringing her number of killed Sinners down.

You didn’t bother to hide your staring, keeping your eyes glued to her until she grew too far away that she was nothing but a spec in the sky.

Like any other Extermination, after all the Angels had vanished, you carried on with your day, having things to do and places to be.

Lute however couldn’t get you out of her head for many days–months–to come. Like a plague, you consumed her entire being, never leaving her alone for more than a few seconds.

Not once did she bring you up to anyone, not wanting anyone to try and piece together the information that was keeping her so distracted. Only once was it almost weaselled out of her, Adam being too nosy as to why she wasn’t able to beat her prior year's record of Sinners killed. She was able to get herself out of that pickle. So to make sure it didn’t happen again, she kept her lips sealed as to anything including fighting a Sinner on Extermination Day.

She couldn’t help but look forward to the next one though, training just as hard to make sure she was up to par when the time came. Lute kept telling herself that if she reached a certain amount of kills in the first few hours of it, she would be able to create a small pocket of time saved just for you.

Maybe this time Lute would even learn your name.

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fallenangelics · 21 days

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Cat Got Your Tongue?

PAIRING | Angel Dust/Husk

WORD COUNT | 1407

SUMMARY | After a long day of filming, Angel is ready to have a relaxing night at the bar flirting with a specific kitty as a means to overexpress his emotions until Husk flips the switch and leaves Angel's heart jackhammering against his chest at some simple words and touches.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Flirting

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EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | Banter

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"Hey Whiskers," Angel Dust purred as he sauntered towards the bar with a sway in his hips. He had just gotten back from an all-day shoot, Val calling him in bright and early to make sure they could fit in as many different scenes as possible. The long hours of shooting almost made him contemplate staying the night in his old room at the Vees tower, but then he remembered there was a certain kitty always waiting up for him. “You haven’t been up long waitin’ for little ol’ me, have you?”

“Pfft, no,” A laugh almost echoed off Husk’s lips with the words as his usual grimace-laced face filled with amusement. Even as Husk laughed at his expense, Angel couldn’t help but smile as he sat down at the bar in the same seat as every other occasion, resting his head in a hand. Without even a second passing, Husk was loading a martini glass onto the counter and sliding it over to him. “I had jobs to do. Manning the bar ain’t the only thing I got to do in a day.”

“Oh really?” Angel questioned suspiciously as he brought the drink up to his lips for a test sip. Everything Husk made him was always amazing, he had however grown a habit of checking every drink before properly relaxing and drinking it since beginning working for Val, not that he ever thought Husk would do something such as drug his drink. “And what is it that you get up to when I’m not around, Babycakes?”

“Many things,” Husk supplied without actually listing anything, hoping it would allude to enough unneeded examples so that Angel wouldn’t feel the need, not that it stopped the Sinner.

“Like?” Angel continued to push, setting his drink down to lean further across the bar, the short dress that Val had made him wear that didn’t even cover half of his ass falling down at his chest fluff, exposing the makeshift cleavage.

“Like cleaning drinks, restocking alcohol, shopping for toppers,” Husk trailed off, trying to keep an air of nonchalance as he listed the first few things that came to mind. Of course, they had all been things he did for the bar, leaving him to hope that his mannerisms spoke more as if there were far too many to count. He wasn’t however about to Angel what Alastor had him doing throughout the day.

“That all sounds like bartender duties to me,” If it was possible Angel somehow shifted closer in his seat, trying to bring his face closer to Husk’s. A few bristles of his chest fluff began to brush against Husk’s due to this proximity, one of his extra hands coming up to walk his fingers across the bar top. “Are you sure you're as busy as you say you are? It’s okay to admit that you were just waitin’ up for me, I’m not gonna judge you, Baby.”

“Is that so?” Husk asked, his voice coming out raspy to his own ears. The sound of which sent chills running down Angel’s spine, never having heard the bartender speak in such a way. Something inside his brain clicked at the notion, his attention suddenly spiking as he applied all of it to Husk. A choked hum of agreement was forced from Angel’s lips as he tried to keep his composure. “Well, I can go on all night ‘Baby,’ if that’s what you want to do.”

Husk had pushed himself to meet Angel in the middle. Their faces were impossibly close, breaths intertwining as they shared the same air. It was almost intoxicating, Husk being this close to him willingly without Angel having to go the extra mile to get up close and personal with him. From this close-up, he could see all the golden ridges of his irises, the crinkles of his little nose and every piece of stray hair that made up his furry being.

Clamming up, Angel could do nothing else but stare at Husk for a few seconds, his cheeks heating just from the proximity, sound and word choice that Husk had delivered. He hadn’t even been touched by the guy and he was ready to squeal like a virgin. It was almost embarrassing, having his mouth hung slightly agape and his face flaring to life, only concealed by the fur on his cheeks.

It seemed Angel took too long to respond quick enough to Husk’s words as a smug twitch of his lips overtook his face. Though it wasn’t the first time Angel had seen an expression similar to this on Husk’s face, it was the first time it had ever even remotely been directed at him, especially in this context.

“Why the long face?” Husk purred, a sound so uncharacteristically his as he let the words roll off his tongue. Reaching one of his clawed hands that were at least triple the size of Angel’s up to cup his face, his thumb danced across the white fluff that lined there, smoothing it out for Angel before it sank lower and graced over his bottom lip where it hung open. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I- Uh-“ Angel stuttered, all thought processes leaving his mind as he stayed rooted to his spot unmoving, scared that the slightest twitch would send Husk running. So instead of a witty comeback or just as flirty remarks as he was used to sending others' way, Husk was met with a stare akin to a deer caught in headlights from Angel. “Um…”

A guttory chuckle spilled from Husk’s lips as he took in the expression. Who would’ve thought that all it took to render the famous pornstar Angel Dust speechless was a bit of reciprocated flirting? “So you can dish it but you can’t take it?”

“I can take it,” Angel yelled once he got over his panic, noticing how Husk’s hand had stayed firm on his cheek. If it was possible his face heated up more as he himself almost broke the contact by leaning backwards, creating some much-needed space. “I can take a lot of things like dildos, spanking-“

“But not flirting,” Husk cut him off, one of his long red eyebrows quirking up with his statement. His whole face had relaxed out of the grimace it was usually set to, leaving Angel to take in a not-completely miserable bartender as his smile continued to widen as the night progressed, even if it was at his expense. “Isn’t that right, Baby?”

“I-“ Stumbling over his words, his black and white eyes flicked between Husk’s, searching for something he didn’t want to find. Before he could come to any revelation, Angel was pushing himself up and out of his chair, cutting off any contact that he and Husk were sharing. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Husk called after him even as he let out a deep cackle at Angel’s words and actions, his eyes trailing after him as Angel did a very bad job at fleeing the bar. Jumping over the counter in a quick swoop and grabbing onto Angel’s unfinished drink, Husk went chasing after him. “You’ve just got in and you’ve barely touched your drink.”

“I’ll take my drink to go then,” Angel declared as he stopped and turned around, ready to fetch it out of Husk’s hand. Instead, he was met with a large paw carefully wrapping around one of his many hands and pulling it in closer.

His lips ghosted the back of his hand as if waiting to place a kiss there as Husk’s eyes lingered on his. Angel made no move to pull away, his hopes slowly climbing as it seemed Husk was leaning in. As it almost nuzzled him, half of Husk’s face slid across his hand and up some of his arm before his fingers were being manually tightened around the stem of his glass.

“I’ll see you in the morning then, Legs,” Husk bid him goodnight, slipping past him as he left the tall arachnid behind with only a quarter of his brain functioning.

Being able to make it all the way up a flight of stairs before he heard the shattering of glass and the squeal of a school girl, Husk turned himself in for the night knowing his favourite resident was home safe for the night and that the games Angel liked to play with him got a whole lot more fun.

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stargirlwritingjourney · 28 days

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Perfect Gossip Snack

Fandom: Outer Banks

Pairing: Rafe Cameron/JJ Maybank

Rating: General Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Stealing food, Sharing food, Eavesdropping

Summary: While working an underpaid job for a bunch of Kooks, JJ runs into some familiar faces and can't help but listen in. But in true JJ fashion, his job isn't done till he's left his mark.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'sharing food' | @fandom-free-bingo with 'are you obsessed with me?'

Can be read here

JJ's shift had been dragging on for what felt like hours. Scratch that, it had been hours. Clocking on for work just as the sun had begun rising and still working the same tables even though it was well-passed lunch made JJ question whether the extra cash was worth it.

Working for Kooks wasn't much of a bonus, not when they saw the ratty kid that he was and either turned their nose up at him, used him as an example for their children who were at least half his age, or tried to take him under their wings as if they were teaching him something. Though those Kooks were the ones who normally tipped a bit extra.

Checking the clock hooked onto the wall as he passed, JJ snatched a quick glimpse at the time. Finding himself with less than an hour left of his shift before he can make his way off Figure Eight and back to the Cut so he can relax for the remainder of the day.

But just as he was about to make his way past a table assigned to one of his coworkers and into the kitchen where he could waste a few minutes as he pretended to gather plates of food, he heard the whiny voice of someone familiar.

"She's your sister, Rafe," A voice he had been hoping to not hear for another good few months muttered in a defeated slum to the boy sitting across from him. Just the sound of his voice made JJ come to a halt, trying to make it look as natural as possible as he looked over at the table. "Can't you talk to her or something for me?"

"She likes you a lot more than she's ever liked me," Rafe responded to Topper's dejected stare, holding a laugh within his lips at all the fuss over his sister. JJ didn't know whether or not he should be surprised at the sight of the two being this was a Kook restaurant. Or perhaps he just couldn't believe how much bad luck he had."Just talk to her man, then you'll know there's no real fuss over John B."

"You're probably right," Topper agreed, taking a quick sip of his drink. The hand he used to lift his drink quickly came up to his temple, giving it a small rub as if just the thought of John B was giving him a headache. "I just can't understand what's so special about him to begin with."

"You know what Pogues are like," Rafe once again reassured, looking as if the conversation was boring him. "John B just happens to be one of the luckier ones."

"Couldn't help but notice you were talking about my boy over here," JJ proudly announced his presence, throwing all caution to the wind as he drew a seat over from an empty table and stationed it at Rafe and Topper's. Taking a heavy seat, he grins at the both of them, revelling in the disgusted looks that were thrown his way by the two. "You don't mind if I join this little chat, right?"

His face was one of innocence as he waited for a response. His eyes were wide, attempting to oversell himself though it only made him look more ridiculous.

Topper was gearing up to reject JJ's presence. His eyes flashed down to the uniform he was wearing and a foul twist of words sitting on his tongue ready to be spat. Rafe, however, beat him to it. With his lips quirking up and a shift in his seat so he was leaning back, Rafe said, "I don't see any harm in that. Maybe Maybank can give you some inside info, Topper."

"Maybe," Topper agreed, though he looked as if he had just eaten some mouldy bread, akin to what JJ had to eat that morning, and sitting near JJ was the last place he wanted to be. "So what do you have to say?"

"Say about what?" JJ questioned as if he hadn't been listening in to their conversation for the last few minutes.

"About Sarah and John B," Topper stated as if it was obvious. There was an exaggerated roll of his eyes that had his whole head spinning with them. "They've been hanging out more, haven't they? I can never get ahold of her because she's too busy running off with him."

"Oh, yeah, Sarah's 'round all the time," JJ grinned, a smile similar to the Chesire cats as he saw the disdain flash across Topper's face. It may have been a small lie, JJ never actually saw the girl but he knew John B was out and about with her, though Topper didn't need to know that. "I'm surprised they haven't completely skipped the talking stage and gone straight to third base now that she's dumped you. You'd think they would've with how they act around each other."

A sharp inhale through Topper's nose only widened JJ's grin as his head whipped around to face Rafe.

"I told you so," Topper hissed, annoyance clear on his face as he almost urgently whispered the words out as if JJ couldn't hear them. "She's already cozied up next to John B."

"Hey relax," Rafe tried to intervene, shooting JJ a look to tell him that he wasn't helping.

"Yeah, relax," JJ parroted his words, leaning a hand forward to quickly grab at a few of the fries on Rafe's plate. He was just quick enough to avoid being slapped on the wrist for his efforts. Waving the chips around as he spoke, JJ said, "They aren't together yet. You still have time to slither your way back in."

"Do you do this with all of your customers?" Rafe questioned, waiting for an answer from JJ and only continuing when all he got in return was a quirk of one of his brows. "Invite yourself over and then steal the food they've paid good money for?"

Eyes crinkling at the sides as he spoke with a smile, JJ teased, "Only the ones I like best."

Rafe seemed as if he was going to say more, his jaw tightening for half a second as he eyed JJ's face but was beaten to it before any words could even leave his mouth.

"JJ, stop slacking off just because you've been on your feet for a few hours," His boss's voice rang across the room, alerting him that his couple minutes chatting up the Kooks had gone noticed. "Do something productive for the last few minutes you're working."

"Yes sir," JJ jokingly saluted as he stood to his feet and quickly tucked the chair back to its rightful table. Turning back to his lovely guests, JJ couldn't help but snatch up a few more fries, daring as much to dip them in the sauce that Rafe had. Flicking it towards the blonde's face, a few droplets flying and smacking against him, JJ bid his farewell, not without having to hear Topper's distant call for more answers as he walked away, "I'll catch you two another day. It was fun talking about Topper's obsession with John B. Or maybe his obsession with me since John B just does everything I do but in a less cool manner. Are you obsessed with me Topped?"

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zuzufromtheafterlife · 5 days

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A Few More Moments

Panting breaths fell from Jason's lips as he stood crouched on a fire escape. He hadn't been in Gotham long and already he was running into the Bats. Though none of them have noticed him in public, Tim never meeting him before he passed away and the fact he had grown quite since the incident, he has had some pretty close calls.

Like just then where he nearly ran into Nightwing. That would've been a disaster in itself even if Dick didn't recognise who he was, not that he could with his helmet on.

He couldn't be found just yet.

Read here on ao3 @fandom-free-bingo @eclipsingbingo

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cywscross · 25 days

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Title: Chance and Choice Fandom: F&F x HP Character/Pairing: Regulus Black/Owen Shaw, Deckard Shaw & Owen Shaw, Regulus Black & Deckard Shaw, Owen Shaw, Regulus Black, Deckard Shaw Rating: T Word Count: 23,689 Summary: By chance or by choice, they find each other right on time. Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Canon, Canon Divergence AU, Soulmates AU, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Murder, Time Skips, Blood and Injury, Sirius Black Critical, References to Depression, Past Child Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Memories, Protective Siblings

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 13 days

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Damaged Wings

Summary: Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo, The Butcher Bingo, Eclipsing Bingo. Set in a Modern AU/Horse Riding AU.

Despite Stoick’s assurances that he wasn’t sending his son away, Hiccup can’t help but feel like he’s lying through his teeth. He packed his son’s stuff, put him on a boat and then sent him away along with his mother. Claiming that her sanctuary for dragons would be a much more suitable place for him as he works through the trauma of the past year.

Warnings: Medical trauma, Medical inaccuracies, Hospitalization

Rating: Mature

Words: 2 765

Prompt: Damaged Wing(s) (Bad Things Happen Bingo), Hating What You Loved Before (The Butcher Bingo), Dragged Along The Ground (Eclipsing Bingo)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Valka, Toothless

Pairing: Stalka

Author's Note: I've been wanting to write about Hiccup riding horses in a Modern AU, but never really found the right incentive until today. It's about as fun as I imagined it to be. I'll write a non-whump one-shot about it someday, too. :)

Hiccup is so a horse girl.

It's also 4am, lol.

Enjoy!

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evilwriter37 · 9 days

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I have a new Bingo Card! (I’ll be adding it to the masterpost I have of them.) That’ll make 6 in total!

Prompts are: immortal, punishment, rope burn, desperate measures, astronaut AU, fate worse than death, apocalypse AU, mind games, role reversal

#eclipsing bingo #rising moon bingo

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pondsphuwin · 3 months

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akkayan as the sun ☼ and the moon ☾

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 8 days

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Do It For Me

Pairing: Marcus Lopez Arguello x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: After pissing off Brandy and finally getting what was coming for you. Looking for a quick way out, your eyes luckily land on the new kid. Thinking on your feet, you swoop I'm in for a little kiss to try and ward off the wolves that were on your trail.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Fake Dating'

*Gif does not belong to me

Your slightly heeled boots clicked through the hallway quickly, walking at a steady pace so as to not let on to how much worry was flooding through your body. You hadn't meant to piss off Brandy, scratch that, you hadn't meant to piss off Brandy enough that she'd get her whole cheerleading squad to go after you.

That's why you were hurridly walking down the school corridor, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you could hear their pig-squeal-laughs as they followed. As you went you could see heads start to turn when they heard the parade of cheerleaders, their eyes only setting on you after they realised what was happening. The more heads that turned, the more you began to realise just how doomed you might be.

It was only when your eyes landed on some guy you had never seen before. He stood tall as he opened his locker, shoving something into it that vaguely looked like some teddy bear that had poorly been impaled. Your eyes quickly scanned over him, trying to put together the puzzle pieces as to who he might be.

You have never seen him before in one of your classes, which could just mean he was in the year above but you didn't think so. He seemed too fresh, unaware of what he was getting himself into to be familiar with this place.

That was when you remembered what Billy had been telling you. Some new kid was being recruited into this school. Some child killer. The orphanage killer, or something like that.

You had no idea what this killer was meant to look like. Billy had told you stories but even then he hadn't said anything about the boy's features. How could he? He had never seen him before last night or whenever it was that the green-haired boy slunk off with his skateboard and too much excitement flickering through his bones.

You couldn't help but count this as a win as you realised this was the boy who set that orphanage on fire. Never had you thought you would say those words in your head.

Changing the course of your walk, you head straight for the new kid, placing a heavy hand on the locker next to his head and staring up with a large smile. Eyes were instantly on the two of you. If someone hadn't been staring at one of the two of you before, they definitely were now.

"Look who finally decided to show up after my months of begging." You exclaim, saying the first words that come to mind to make it seem like the two of you had known each other previous to joining the school. His head snapped towards you when the slam of your hand had first sounded, face full of shock which now morphed to confusion at your words. "You could've told me you were coming."

"Do I know you?" The boy said, voice not as loud as yours. It seemed he was trying to keep his words on the down low so as to not embarrass you in case you had made a mistake. How sweet.

"Don't be silly," You laughed, your voice calming but still loud enough for any onlookers to easily hear. Lowly though, your teeth bared in a smile to try and not draw too much attention to your next words though, you say, "Just play along."

He blinked almost owlishly at you in return as if your intentions still weren't setting in. You rolled your eyes, your irises landing on the teddy bear that had in fact been stabbed in his locker, a not stuck to it. You sniffed at that. Seems like you were right.

"Oi, cunt," One of the girls--one that you had never bothered to learn the name of--yelled from not too far away, her and her pack catching up to you.

That was the only kickstart you needed to reach up and grab onto the boy's face, pulling him down so he reached your height and smashing your faces together. Your lips moved quickly, almost in sync as he finally realised what was happening.

Reaching a hand up to place on your hip, the other awkwardly hanging in the air before cupping your cheek, he angled your face up slightly so it would be easier for him to kiss you back.

You could hear the sudden stop of shoes as the group after you stopped a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as you kissed the boy's home killer. Someone whistled, probably some lowlife or one of your friends who were also lowlifes. You didn't care though, not when you heard the muttering or the laughing, not when a horde of footsteps kept walking, acting as if nothing had happened.

It was only when the bell rang did you pulled back, taking a big breath of air in as you looked up at the boy through hooded eyes. Hopefully, you didn't share any classes with him or this was going to be an awkward few hours.

"I'm Marcus," The boy says, blinking at you with a smile on his face as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

You returned his smile, grinning up at him sharply. "Hi Marcus, you just saved my arse." Slowly, you push yourself off the locker you had been leaning against, ready to go about your day as if nothing had happened. Marcus didn't seem to like the sound of that.

"What, no name?" He teased, shutting his locker and trailing after you, not caring if the storage unit was actually locked. "I did just save your arse, according to you."

"Don't you think it's a bit too early for me to give you my name?" You joked, walking down the hall without stopping or waiting for him to catch up.

"Well, you did kiss me," Marcus pointed out, grinning cheekily as he fell into step next to you. "I think that you should count for something."

"I don't kiss and tell," You said simply, leaving him to wonder for a little bit longer.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me your name," He started, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his blazer pocket. Unfolding it, he turned it around and showed it off to you. "Could you at least tell me where my next class is?"

You take one look at the piece of paper and say, "Fuck."

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guardian-angle22 · 1 year

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911: Lone Star | Judd Ryder in S4E17

#911 lone star spoilers #911lsedit #judd ryder #tommy vega #i didnt have me caring more about this plot than tarlos' on my finale bingo card but man oh man #jim fucking SMASHED this #and I feel like if it hadn't been the 2hr finale we would see more people appreciating it #but carlos' story kind of eclipsed it a little #but ooh man my heart breaks for judd and wyatt in this episode #the gentle giant cowboy i didnt know i was gonna fall in love with when i started this dumb show #i just wanna give him a hug #my gifs #911 lone star #episode: s04e17 best of men

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fallenangelics · 7 days

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On The Edge of His Seat

PAIRING | Angel Dust/Husk

WORD COUNT | 1326

SUMMARY | Things between Angel and Husk have been going slow but steady. It wasn't what Angel was used to but he couldn't say he was upset by it. So when some of his hornier tendencies start to take over he may be a tad bit worried it might ruin things.

RATING | Mature

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Established Relationship, Movie Night, Fat Nuggets

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Only recently had Angel Dust and Husk moved to a more physical relationship. Being physically intimate in a non-sexual way was a new learning experience for Angel, though he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it.

Every morning he woke up to a cat-owl-hybrid wrapped protective around his back, wings splayed out and acting as a second blanket as he had Fat Nuggets occasionally tucked into his own arms. Sometimes Fat Nuggets chose to stay in his own bed so Angel would find his head resting under Husk’s chin and fingers buried in his fur. Groggy, morning-breath kisses were shared in greetings before one of them would have to pull the other away from the bed so they didn’t fall back asleep.

Throughout the day Angel would be able to steal small moments with Husk when no one was looking. Already spending as much time at the bar as he did, it wasn’t like much of his daily routine had to change to spend more time with Husk, only the amount of affection Husk chose to share varied. Some days he would act as if they weren’t dating, trying to stay professional in case Alastor came barging in, others he couldn’t care less and would practically spend every second ogling Angel.

When Angel would have to leave for work, Husk would stay up waiting for the spider to return. If Angel wanted to sit and talk for a few hours, Husk didn’t mind staying up a little longer and making a few drinks, but if Angel wanted to turn in for the night, Husk would take him up to bed like he would any other night, the two of them eventually tucking themselves in after their respective routines before laying close and waiting for it all to happen again.

To say Angel was content would be an understatement. Every day he was filled with overflowing love for the bartender. He couldn’t bring himself to care for the lack of sexual intimacy, he experienced it enough every day at work to not have a raging libido whenever he got back to the hotel no matter how much he joked about it. That and the fact he didn’t want to ruin what he had with Husk. If staying with him meant taking it slow then that was exactly what Angel would do.

But if that was what Husk wanted to do, he was left to the current predicament that he had gotten himself into.

Sat originally lounged across the couch, his legs splayed over Husk’s lap. The rest of the hotel’s residents were taking up other pieces of furniture, minus Alastor, watching a movie on the television. Any attention that Angel had been paying towards the movie was lost once Husk had begun trailing his sharp nails along Angel’s legs.

It didn’t stop there though as Husk’s fingers reached higher and higher, eventually deciding to drag Angel closer so he sat snug against Husk’s side. His tail very quickly then coiled its way around Angel after that, the feather tip wrapping around his midsection and hovering just over his legs.

Every few moments, Husk’s tail would twitch, the feathers lightly brushing against the tight black shorts that he normally adorned. Though the movement was light, almost nonexistent, Angel could feel every brush of it. It seemed his mind and body zeroed in on the action, not being able to pay attention to anything else as the sensation repeated every few moments whenever Husk’s tail would twitch.

What was worse was that Husk seemed to have no idea what he was doing. His attention was utterly focused on the movie in front of them, all of the twitches and brushes of his tail being in direct correlation to the reactions he was having while he was watching.

It was infuriating, and almost intoxicating, as the heat spread throughout his body, being rendered to do nothing and show real constraint so as to not act on any desires to firstly not bring any attention to what Husk was unawarely doing, and secondly, not gross everyone else in the room out since his stomach should definitely not be tying itself into knots due to the heat that was spreading through him.

With every second that passed by, Angel could feel himself slowly growing hard. How Husk didn’t realise it was beyond him, but he wasn’t about to point it out before he had the chance to sort it out. Angel tried willing it to calm down but it seemed Husk’s tail had a mind of its own and decided that Angel wasn’t going to get a break, edging him unconsciously.

Even as the movie came to an end, Angel had no clue, instead staring intently at the ground as he tried to keep his breathing even. A few times it had spiked into soft gasps, earning a few flicks of Husk’s ears as they pivoted to face him, not yet turning his head in case it was just a false alarm.

As people began to file out, Angel muttering his good nights when they were due, he could only hope that Husk didn’t plan on sitting and chatting with him for too long. Though it was something that they did every night, making its way into their routine at this point, Angel couldn’t help but wish to be released from Husk’s gentle hold so he could take care of himself in the bathroom.

“Well Husky,” Angel feigned a large yawn, arching his back as he stretched himself out, trying to move Husk’s tail away while also folding his legs over one another to hide himself. With a soft smile, Husk kept his eyes fastened on Angel, running his hands soothingly over him continuously. “I might turn in as well. I think that movie bored me to my second death.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to make you a drink to take up?” Husk asked, shifting with Angel. The slight movement resulted in Angel’s legs bunching together, a shiver raking through his body as his nerves were lit and light stimulation was sent through his body. Furrowing his bushy brows at Angel’s reaction, Husk asked, “Are you cold?”

“Nah- I’m good,” Angel stuttered out, trying to compose himself as he sat up fully. He tried sitting up properly when Husk’s knee shifted up, connecting directly with his clothed dick and sending a shockwave of pleasure through him. A breathy moan tumbled its way out of Angel’s lips before he could stop himself, putting a stop to any further movements as Husk’s head bolted towards him.

Freezing himself, Angel stared with wide eyes. All he could do was sit still as Husk’s eyes slowly trailed down to where he had been attempting to hide his growing erection. Preparing himself to be ridiculed or see Husk’s disgusted face, he was pleasantly surprised when he instead felt Husk’s hand reaching for his, running a soothing finger over it.

“Well, that was…” Husk tried to formulate the words.

“Yeah,” Angel himself didn’t even know what to say in this situation. If it had been anyone else he would’ve taken it in stride and asked them back to his room, but after the slow pace he and Husk had been setting, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Let’s go up?” Husk then said, keeping his hand in Angel’s as he stood. Unlike what Angel had thought, there wasn’t an ounce of hatred on Husk’s face.

“What?” He blurted out, eyes still bug-wide. “You’re not disgusted?”

“Why would I be?” Husk seemed genuinely beyond himself as he asked the question, as if finding out your boyfriend had a boner just because he was sitting next to you with your tail slightly brushing up against him wasn’t an unusual occurrence. “We can take care of it upstairs.”

“We?” The words were breathless, just like his earlier moan, as Angel was pulled to his feet by Husk.

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eclipsingbingo · 9 days

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The Rising Moon - Flash Event

The Eclipsing Bingo team has been in discussion for a while now and we've decided to host our very own flash event. This post will be the master post for this short event so any information needed will be linked within this post.

The Rising Moon is a flash event that Eclipsing Bingo is hosting from now until the end of June. After the 30th of June, cards holding this design and dedicated prompts will no longer be able to be sent out or requested, making the end of this event. Even though applications for a card may have ended, any participants can fill out their bingo cards for evermore.

Unlike other flash events that other bingos may host, instead of the traditional five prompts that are given, the Rising Moon will hold a 3x3 bingo card with prompts that are catered towards this event. While this event is in place, you won't find any of these prompts on the traditional Eclipsing Bingo card, however, once the event finishes, these prompts will be added to the long list of prompts that we offer.

If you have anymore questions feel free to message this page of leave a question in the ask box. Without further ado, here are the links you need to take part in this bingo.

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stargirlwritingjourney · 9 days

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Even The Trees Have Eyes

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Established Relationship, Stalker Misty

Summary: The plane had only recently gone down and everything is still figuring out how to survive. Lottie and Nat however need a moment alone to figure out some stuff of their own. Too bad you're never completely alone in the wilderness.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'lingering hug' and the Rising Moon with 'camping | @multifandom-flash with 'nobody thinks it will work'

Can be read here

Natalie still felt that at any second she might wake up from a horrible nightmare. The longer she stood in the middle of nowhere though, the effects of what just happened weighing down on everyone, she seemed to realise that there was no waking up from this. Not now, not ever.

With her arms wrapped tightly around herself, still in shock from what just happened, Natalie took slow steps through the camp they had set up right next to the crash sight. Everyone around her was trying to make themselves useful; collecting sticks for a fire, shuffling through any salvageable luggage, helping patch each other up; Natalie felt almost useless as she stood amongst them, watching as they all tried so hard to stay alive.

Eyes locking on Misty who was showing some of the other girls how to make bandages, Natalie was about to go over and make herself useful until a hand found itself upon her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Turning to see who it was, Natalie's eyes landed on Lottie who was nervously chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes darted around the space.

"Lottie?" Natalie greeted, brows furrowing together as she took in Lottie's actions. The last time she had seen Lottie this skittish was when they had almost been caught kissing in the back of the girls' changing rooms by Van after practice.

"Can we talk?" Lottie questioned, her eyes finally settling on Natalie for more than two seconds.

"Sure," Natalie nodded, her lips thinning together for a few moments. Taking a look around at where they were stranded, all Natalie could see were girls huddled together or a forest stretching on. "I mean, what else is there really to do out here?"

Lottie didn't say anything to that, instead turning and walking off in some random direction, hoping that Natalie would follow. And follow she did. Not making eye contact with any of the other girls, Natalie kept her sole focus on Lottie as she led the way, not stopping until they were far enough away that they could no longer hear the camp sight.

"So, what's up?" Natalie asked, unsure of herself now that they were so far away from everyone else.

"I know before the plane crash that we were only slowly starting to get to know each other on a new level," Lottie started, taking both of Natalie's hands into hers. "But I want you to know that you can tell me anything while we're out here, okay Nat? Even if the rescue team gets here tomorrow, you can rely on me out here."

"Okay," Natalie's throat felt dry as she said it, though she forced a smile onto her face regardless. Nodding her head slowly as if needing to confirm for a second time, Natalie slowly said, "And you can do the same."

"Okay," Lottie repeated, smiling as she pulled Natalie in slowly, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close.

From behind a tree, Misty watched the interaction, her brows furrowed behind her glasses.

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zuzufromtheafterlife · 1 day

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Now Hold On A Minute

As Cole and Jay walked down the street they kept their eyes peeled for any Serpentine that were trying to get around under their noses. The team had been split up and luckily--or unluckily depending on how you looked at it--Cole and Jay were paired together.

Being on the lookout, the two of them stayed awfully close, not wanting anything to happen while they surveyed the area. That unfortunately led to some misconceptions.

"Awww, I didn't know ninjas were allowed to date," An elderly woman cooed as she saw them walk past. Jay's head instantly snapped towards her, the hiss of a refusal on his tongue.

"Leave them alone grandma, they're probably doing top-secret ninja business," A young boy who was clearly related to the older woman said, linking his arm in hers as he got ready to tug her off. "Just because you see some people who are dating it doesn't mean you have to say anything."

"We're not dating," Jay screeched after the retreating pair but it seemed his words were swallowed by the crowd as they didn't look back, not caring for his correction. Cole didn't seem to mind though, a laugh racking his body.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

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