The FAQ/Intro post (including template boards for you to fill with your prompts over the course of the year)
The Monthly Badges
The Generic (Alt) Prompts
The January Prompt Sheets - SFW, NSFW
The February Prompt Sheets - SFW, NSFW
The March Prompt Sheets - SFW, NSFW
The April Prompt Sheets - SFW, NSFW
The May Prompt Sheets - SFW, NSFW
The June Prompt Sheets - SFW, NSFW
The July Prompt Sheets - SFW, NSFW
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We also have a discord where we do sprints and stuff - it's very laid back. Feel free to stop by!
If you've been around for any previous August around the FFB Entropy, you'll know that August brings
✨Chaos✨
So this time around, I poked the mod team to present us with random favorites, and this was the result.
Enjoy!
Below are the NSFW cards — the SFW cards can be found here. Text and cards below the cut!
If you saw me accidentally post this three hours early, no you didn't
Smut:
Tracing the Marks/Bruises from Last Time
Sending Distracting Photos
Consensual Teasing with the Threat of Exposure/Exhibition
Watching Porn Together
Accidental Sex
Trauma-Based Kink
Consensual Non-Consent
First Time
Roleplay
Oral Sex
Whump:
Waiting for Someone Who Can't Get There
Woken in the Middle of the Night Again
Clothing Disguises the Bleeding
Forgotten Whumpee
Forced to Watch
Bleeding Out
Suddenly Blinded
Whumper Turned Caretaker
Buried Alive
Forced to Kill
If you've been around for any previous August around the FFB Entropy, you'll know that August brings
✨Chaos✨
So this time around, I poked the mod team to present us with random favorites, and this was the result.
Enjoy!
Below are the SFW cards — the NSFW cards can be found here. Text below the cut!
Angst:
Belongings in Trash Bags
Not the Golden Child
Never Saw it Coming
Getting a Call From the Hospital
Too Late
Hiding Scars
Lost Plushie
Locked in
Homophobic Comment
Secret's Out
AU:
Custodial Staff AU
Formula 1 AU
Civilians in Wartime AU
Ballet AU
Author AU
Time Loop AU
Ice Hockey AU
Pirates AU
Medieval AU
Scholarship Kid AU
Fluff:
Unexpected Arrival of an Animal
A Mundane Item Becomes a Treasured Keepsake
MeetCute at a Rehab Facility or Safe Injection Site
Honeymoon
Making a Gift For Someone
Waking Up Together
Picnic
Sharing Clothes
Puppy Pile
Doing Their Hair
Lyrics:
'He Sees Your Dreams and Feasts On Your Screams'
'How Does It Feel to Be Famous? Bet You Hate It'
'I Was Alone, I Was a Ghost'
'I Told You to Run So We'd Both Be Free'
'Sorry I'm Late I Fucked My Life'
'Chase the Wind and Touch the Sky'
'I Have Been Changed For Good'
'There's Some Things You Hold Close / and Things That You Keep Sacred'
'You Will Move to Different Cities / And I'll Still Be Here, Sitting Pretty'
'Together We're Lost in a Dream'
Quotes:
"I Don't Want to Go to Sleep in a Box… What if I Wake Up Dead?"
"Get This Straight. You Are Not Welcome Here."
"I Have Loved the Stars Too Fondly to Be Fearful Of the Night."
"You Did NOT Just Say That!"
"Thank You For Putting Up With Me."
"That Wasn't Even the Weirdest First Date I Had…"
"It's Not Safe to Be Down Here in an Enclosed Space With Burning Rats."
"I Think Sometimes You Have to Become a Demon to Defend an Angel, if That Makes Sense."
"But I Know That My Friends Do Love Me, and So Maybe There's Hope For Us Yet."
"You Were Never There For Me."
Prompts: @fandom-free-bingo Fandom-Free Build-A-Bingo February 2026: Quote; "Let's Put on a Show!"
AO3
Notes: Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun with this, working with a different perspective & and limited word count. Hope you and anyone else reading enjoy!
One got use to the crowds. After so many performance in different places, you learned what to expect.
But it felt different, preforming with someone.
Their was a bigger crowd. Not overwhelming bigger, but you'd noticed. People weren't just there to see you.
You were sharing the stage with someone else. Sharing the spotlight, as they say. Sharing the laughs, whoops, and cheers from the crowds.
What you were really sharing was that final moment.
When the show came to its end, and you thanked the crowd with the expected bow, waves, a few words maybe. Then you leave.
But it's different, when you have a partner.
Someone who takes your hand, raises their arm alongside yours. Someone you move perfectly in sync with for that moment, even though you never practiced.
And the crowd is thanking you, just as much as you're thanking them. Their thanks is the clapping, cheering, their coin of course, and thrown flowers that miraculously make it to the floor of the stage.
Except you don't have to pick it up yourself this time. Someone else, beside you, they grab it. Place it in your hand. A small gesture before you leave the stage together.
Fandom: Shoot From The Hip Sketches; Toby's Secret Pocket & We Buried The Wrong Guy
Rating: Teen
CW: Mentions of Murder
Word count: 1446
Prompts: @fandom-free-bingo Fandom-Free Build-A-Bingo • June 2026: Fluff; Childhood Best Friends
Other Tags: @lunardelphox @yukitdffrge (Thank you for the idea from this post)
AO3
Notes: At the end this time :>
"Why are you guys… like that?" Jimmy asked with genuine curiosity in his voice.
"Like what?" Doohickey asked, leaning back further in his chair as he held his coworker's phone even further away.
Clancy was climbing on top of him trying to reach his cellphone, holding Doohickey's other arm down as he tried to push him off.
"Stop being a fuckin' child!"
"Ask nicely."
"Like this," Jimmy insisted as he gestured at them with both hands, growing more worried they were going to tip the chair over.
Clancy finally pulled the phone out of the Doohickey's hand, getting a knee to the stomach as Doohickey shoved him off.
"Asshole," Clancy muttered, sitting back in his own chair while checking the notification that prompted the phone stealing. "This is why I fucked your wife!"
"I just don't understand…" Jimmy tried to explain again, hoping to stop their bickering from going any further. "I feel like you both hate each other but also are still friends…? I think?"
Jimmy had been working with the pair for half a year now, that whole time had been spent trying to figure out why two guys who spent all day throwing insults back and forth (along with various blunt objects) also seemed to spend a lot of time together, both during and outside of work.
"Well, I'm bored anyways," Clancy noted, kicking his feet up onto Doohickey's knee. "You feel like telling a story?"
"Depends on what story," Doohickey replied as he fidgeted with a pen between his fingers.
"Why we're friends, dumbass."
"'Cause you let me cheat of your homework in high school?"
"Oh my fuckin' God."
"You've known each other since high school?" Jimmy repeated in disbelief.
"We've known each other since we were ten," Doohickey corrected, flicking the pen at Clancy's disappointed face.
He moved slightly left without looking up from his hands, letting the pen hit the back of his chair.
"And you've been stupid the whole time."
"We always said I was the brawns and you were the brains," Doohickey reminded him. "What exactly did you wanna know, Jimmy?"
"Uh… I guess just why you guys are like this…" Jimmy said again, aware the answer didn't really explain his question. "I mean, did you decide to join the police together?"
"Sure did," Doohickey confirmed. "While I was in the hospital."
"You were in the hospital?"
Every answer Doohickey gave Jimmy was adding another three questions to his mind.
"Can you explain things any worse?" Clancy asked with an eye roll.
"Right after you killed my mum?"
"No — That wasn't a challenge!" Clancy dropped his legs back to the floor as he reached over and smacked the back of Doohickey's head. "And I told you to stop saying it like that!"
Jimmy was so much more confused than when they started this conversation.
"You explain it then!" Doohickey insisted, once again kicking Clancy back over to his own chair. "If you hate mine so much."
"Please do," Jimmy begged, turning his attention to Clancy in hopes of getting any coherent answer.
"Alright, alright," Clancy agreed as he settled back into his chair, still glaring over at Doohickey. "You do this every time. You just joke about the whole thing and then everyone's surprised when I have to explain it seriously."
"If you're not laughing, you're crying," Doohickey replied with a grin, met with another eye roll from his partner.
Jimmy sat patiently, waiting for Clancy's explanation to start. How many times had they told this story before?
"Jimmy, you're probably to young to have known about this," he finally began. "But back when the two of us had just finished high school, there was this mafia in town. Run by this guy named Albert."
"Ah, grandpa Albert," Doohickey recalled as he leaned back in his chair. "What a fuckin' asshole."
"He was your grandfather?" Jimmy realized, mouth left open as Doohickey nodded.
"That's how we ended up in the mafia."
"You what—"
"I thought I was telling the story?" Clancy cut back in.
Doohickey mimed zipping his lips shut and tossing away the key, gesturing to Clancy continue.
"Thank you. Yes, because he was Doohickey's grandfather —
"And we were dumbass teenagers with no visable future," Doohickey interrupted again.
"— And that, yes, we ended up joining the mafia," Clancy confirmed. "Now, as you can probably guess, this was a pretty bad idea."
"Especially 'cause my dad's a cop," Doohickey added, watching Jimmy get more surprised with each new bit of information they threw at him.
Jimmy could hardly keep up, wondering how two people go from the mafia to being police officers. And, how the son of a cop could have a grandfather who runs a mafia. The whole thing made less and less sense with each detail they added. He wanted to ask more questions, but felt bad about interrupting again.
"And you're mother, Albert's daughter, also worked for the mafia," Clancy continued. "She thought it was a good idea. You're dad, not so much. Then things got really complicated when Albert asked me to kill your father-"
"What?!" Jimmy cut off, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer.
"Don't worry Jimmy, he didn't do it," Doohickey reassured far too causally. "He killed my mum instead."
"Stop saying it like that!" Clancy snapped, throwing the stapler off his desk at Doohickey.
He dodged it rather easily, sticking his tongue out in response.
"That's what happened! You couldn't do it, so mum and dad went to fight in the garden. You shot her, and they both shot me. Hence, the hospital—" he turned to face Jimmy again. "Yes Jimmy, I got shot. Twice. That's how I ended up the hospital, when we decided we were going to be cops."
"After Albert showed up and you killed him," Clancy added onto the end, clearly giving up on his plans of a 'serious explanation.'
"Yes, after that. Then we told my dad we wanted to be cops."
Jimmy's head was spinning, questioning if he could have possibly heard that whole story correct. It would be crazy enough if only one part of it was true, but the whole thing?
"… Are you two messing with me?"
The pair laughed, Doohickey rested a hand on Jimmy's shoulder.
"Promise you kid, it's all true. Can even show you," he pushed back his hair with his other hand, revealing a hidden bald spot caused by a large scar on the side of his head above his ear.
"Woah…"
"Jimmy! Come help me with this, would you?" The chief shouted from his office, making Jimmy jump.
"Ah — yep! Coming!"
He rushed away, Doohickey laughed as he turned back to Clancy.
"Think we scared him a bit."
"That story should scare most people," Clancy remarked. "Any normal person at least. 'Specially the way you tell it."
He kicked his feet back up on Doohickey's legs, leaning back in his chair while sighing.
"He's gonna have a hundred more questions later now, you know?"
"Yeah like why you keep fucking my wife."
They laughed again, Clancy shaking his head.
"To think he still doesn't know the half of it," Doohickey said through his own laughter, pushing Clancy's legs off him as he stood up. "It's cute, the way he wasn't even sure if we were friends."
"Can you blame him?" Clancy remarked, standing up as well and grabbing his bag from under his desk. "Certainly don't act like it."
The pair started making their way to the elevator. Doohickey started leaning over Clancy's shoulder as they walked.
"What do we act like then? Huh?"
Clancy hit the elevator button, lightly shoving Doohickey away from his ear.
"People who hate each other, apparently."
The bell dinged, the two of them stepped onto the empty elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor.
"Jonnie, I'm hurt," Doohickey insisted, leaning on Clancy's shoulder again. "All this time, you've hated me?"
"Fuck off Jim."
"No, I'm heartbroken here. I had no idea. How are you going to make this up to me?"
It was right then Jimmy left the chief's office, spotting his coworkers in the elevator with the door closing. He waved goodbye, only to realize they weren't look his way. They were staring at each other, actually. Really closely, leaning in like they were — oh.
Jimmy blinked several times as the elevator doors shut, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. No, you couldn't just imagine that. He looked around the precinct, desperate to find someone else who'd seen what he was fairly sure he just saw. If anyone did, their faces didn't show it.
Huh…
Jimmy had several more questions about their relationship now.
Notes: Wow was this fun to write. I've written a bit of both Clancy and Doohickey and Big Jimmy and Jonnie before, tried to mix a bit of both sets of characters here so the overlap could really shine. Also rewrote the ending about three times but I think I figured it out! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!
Square: Shared shower, Whipped cream in bed, Dirty talk, Desperate Kiss, Striptease, Becoming aware of another timeline.
Rating: Mature.
Summary: Steve is desperate.
Major Tags: Fluff, smut.
Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Heroic Edition.
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“I need you right now,” Steve whispered against her neck. “I can’t wait another second.”
Later, once in bed, Steve took the jar of whipped cream and spread a little on Jenna’s stomach. His tongue followed the trail left by the sweet cream, causing uncontrollable shivers and moans.
“It tastes so good,” he murmured as he continued. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
Jenna’s clothes fell to the floor one by one as she slowly removed them until she was finally naked. He took her in his arms and carried her to the bed, his kiss now more urgent, more desperate.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he said between kisses, his hands traveling possessively all over her body.
But then, something changed. For a moment, Jenna saw a flickering image of another version of herself, in another room, with another Steve. Steve sensed the change in her and looked at her with concern.
“Are you okay?”
Jenna smiled and kissed him passionately.
“More than okay,” she replied. Steve kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that contrasted with the passion before.
“Then let’s make the most of this moment,” he whispered against her lips. “As if it were the only one that exists.”
Their bodies came together once more beneath the sheets; Jenna closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel every sensation, every touch, every kiss as if it were the first and the last.
Hot water cascaded over both their bodies as Steve held Jenna against the shower wall. The droplets slid down her skin, mingling with the steam that filled the bathroom. His hands eagerly explored every curve while their lips met in a desperate kiss.
Can you do a minmax fanfic with Jacque getting hurt/into a situation? (and maybe some of the friendship between him and Bloom mayhaps)
A Caved In Crypt
Chapter 1: Jacques & Bloom
Fandom: Min-Maxed (Web Series)
Rating: Teen
CW: Injuries, Poison
Word Count: 2917
Prompts: @fandom-free-bingo Fandom-Free Build-A-Bingo • June 2026: Quote; “This Is Gonna Hurt…”
AO3
Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Notes: Oh anon, a request to put a character into a situation? How very kind of you, I will gladly abide. This was suppose to be a one shot, but then about half way through I was setting it up perfectly for a three chapters kind of thing, so look out for the other two coming eventually! And also, Min-Maxed has a proper ao3 tag now! How exciting! Anyways, hope you all enjoy!
Jacques swore under his breath with a sigh, leaning back against the cold stony walls of the crypt.
Because of course we went to investigate the creepy crypt. What else would we do?
Granted, he also agreed to the decision made well over an hour ago while they stood around that stupid job board, but that certainly wasn't going to stop him from complaining now. Should have listened to Megan's suggestion and picked the haunted house.
But no, they went to the crypt that turned out to be much larger on the inside and a mess of traps and undead servants that just kept going — all to get a stupid family ring back.
They had it now, at least. Megan currently held it up to Clark's torchlight to get a better look.
Jacques didn't remember how much this job was paying, but whatever it was couldn't have been worth it.
Whatever. They were done. They could leave, finally.
"You alright?" Bloom asked, the ranger seemingly just appearing beside him.
"Oh just great," Jacques replied dryly, moving away from the wall enough to stretch his arms back.
His shoulder still ached from where he pulled had to pull the arrow out the room prior. He hadn't even been the one to step on the pressure plat. Just the lucky bastard standing closes to the hidden launcher.
"Alright everyone, let's get moving," Bensai called out from the front of the room, gathering everyone's attention and cutting off whatever mini argument with Clark and Megan David was walking away from.
Jacques and Bloom only moved about a step each before freezing as the sound of cracking rock echoed across the whole crypt. Jacques eyes trailed up to the faulting stone ceiling above them.
The cave in started before anyone could get a word out. Jacques stumbled back to wall, tucking his head in and covering the back with his hands in a desperate attempt to avoid serious injury.
It was over just a quickly. Jacques hesitantly poked his head up, met with the black void in front of him. Once again swearing to himself, Jacques carefully glided his hand across the wall behind him, trying to feel where the fallen rocks started.
Just wanted to get out of here — so close to getting out of here. Our fucking luck…
It was only then he remembered the elf that had been right beside him less than a minute ago.
"Bloom?" he called out quietly.
"Right here," his friends voice responded quickly, Jacques rolled his eyes as he turned towards the sound.
"That doesn't mean much when I can't see."
A hand grabbed his left arm.
"Happy?"
"Thrilled," Jacques muttered. He tried to slowly kick his leg forward, still trying to judge how much space they had, but was met with a splitting plain the moment he move it.
"Don't do that," Bloom insisted quickly. It probably wasn't ment to sound condescending. Sure felt like it though.
Jacques bit his tongue, both as a distraction from the pain and to prevent another sarcastic comment from sliding out. He could hear Bloom move around him, felt his hand leave his arm and tilt his leg slightly straighter.
"How bad is it?" Jacques asked as he shifted back to the wall more. He did his best to keep the injured leg as still as possible, the slightest movement causing the pain to flair up yet again.
"It's not great," Bloom admitted honestly. "But I've seen you look worse."
"Ha, that's something then," Jacques breathed, relaxing slightly. They could still joke around, couldn't be that bad. Still hurt like hell though.
"Don't suppose you see a way out too?"
"Afraid not," he replied, Jacques heard him knock against some of the rocks. "We're pretty trapped."
"Wonderful."
Jacques eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness to see the outline of Bloom perched in front of him, and what he could assume was the rockfall trapping them their not far behind the elf.
Bloom was thankful for his own darkvision, giving him a clear view of the small shelter the indented wall had provided. Likely the only reason they hadn't found themselves crushed by the tightly packed rocks around them.
Didn't leave them anywhere to go now. And he had no idea where the others had ended up. Relying on help from them wasn't realistic, not when they could be in need of more help themselves. They'd just have to figure something out.
He would. He doubted Jacques would be much help with his already sour mood only added too by the large gash running down his leg.
Bloom found a convenient roll of bandages in his pockets, warning Jacques of the upcoming pain as he did his best to treat the wound with their limited supplies.
Jacques complaining was kept to a minimum, mostly a rhetorical question about Bloom not having a spell that could work better.
About three encounters ago, he would have. But they both knew that.
"It'll work, for now," Bloom said once he'd finished.
Bensai, Clark or Megan all would have likely done a better job, but it was better than nothing. And it's not like they had a plethora of other options at the moment.
"Thanks," Jacques replied, leaning back into the wall again.
The pair heard a small click, the wall shifted as Jacques accidently pushed it open. He had to quickly bring his hands back, catching himself before his head could hit the ground.
"Secret room," Bloom realized, carefully standing in a crouch and stepping around Jacques. "Wait here."
Jacques rolled his eyes again at the ranger's request, lowering himself to fully lay down on the hard ground. It was hardly comfortable, but beat leaning back on his hands.
The secret room would have been vaguely interesting if they'd found it a couple minutes ago. Maybe it could have made this whole trip feel slightly more worth it. But right now, unless it miraculously had an incredibly convenient exit out of this place, Jacques hardly cared.
He did get a little concerned and the prolonged silence from Bloom however. Enough to sit back up and turn to look for him.
"Bloom?"
He heard something shift back there, the sound of heavy breathing as Bloom seemed to be trying to move something.
"One second," he insisted though his teeth, followed by a exasperated sigh as whatever he was pushing gave way.
Jacques couldn't believe it when he saw a sliver of the fading daylight shine through a tiny barred window pressed against the ceiling Bloom had revealed.
"Good fine," Jacques remarked, taking advantage of the small bit of light to look around the room.
It wasn't very big, mostly filled with fallen rocks, broken barrels and other such junk. Nothing really stood out as useful or valuable.
He was too preoccupied to realize Bloom had returned to his side. Silently implying he was there to help the bard to his feet.
Jacques sighed as he took hold of Bloom's arm, his other hand pushing into the wall for support. This was going to hurt — obviously. But he could only sit around being useless for so long.
Jacques put all the pressure he could on his non-injured leg as Bloom helped pull him up, quickly stumbling back into the wall.
"Ah- Sssshit!" he muttered, biting his tongue again.
It was more painful than he'd thought. Like his leg with both on fire and being stabbed with hundred of needles. Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but Gods did it hurt. So much so he hadn't realized how tightly he was still gripping Bloom's arm, just noticing as his friend gave him a vaguely sympathetic look.
Because pity is what he needed right now.
"It's fine," he brushed off unconvincingly as he released Bloom's arms, pretending not to notice the red marks his nails had left behind.
Bloom kept staring at him, face unchanging. Like he was studying Jacques. He hated that.
"What are you looking at?" Jacques questioned defensively, maybe a littler harsher than intended. "Are we able to make it out of here or what?"
Bloom thankfully turned away from him and back towards the window.
"Guess we'll see."
Bloom climbed his way up the rock slab he pushed, managing to hang onto it's side while grabbing hold of the small stone pillars acting as bars. They cracked without much force, he easily pushed each one out to open up what was really just a slot in the wall.
Jacques thought the ranger would likely be able to slid himself through it, he was fairly sure he'd seem him crawl through small gaps. So it confused him when Bloom jumped back down and returned to his side.
"We both now I'm not making it through there," Jacques commented before Bloom could say anything. "What are you waiting for?"
"I'm not going to leave you here like this," Bloom replied bluntly, gesturing at the leg Jacques refused to put any pressure on. "It's at least twenty minutes back to town, another twenty back. Not to mention the time it would take just to find someone to help. Too long. And if anyone of the others had made it out, we would have heard them by now."
"Well, at least go check," Jacques insisted, though he knew Bloom was right. There group was anything but quiet.
Nevertheless, Bloom listened and climbed back up to the window, managing to slip his way through it and out with only a minor struggle.
Jacques wished he'd just go try to find the others at the least. Instead of looking back at him like he was a sick dog. That was definitely an over-dramatic way of viewing his friend's valid concern for his injury, however Jacques never claimed to be anything but dramatic.
A sharp, sudden pain caught him off guard. Not from his leg, but his shoulder. It came with a strong headache and a wave of dizziness. Jacques slid down the wall back to the ground, doing his best to avoid bending his leg but ultimately failing.
It was a battle to keep his eyes open as his vision went blurry, overwhelmed by the pain split between his leg, shoulder and head. He couldn't even call out for Bloom, hand pressed against his chest as each breath felt heavier.
He was either going to pass out or throw up. Maybe both. Neither sounded very pleasant. Maybe sending Bloom away wasn't such a good idea after all. His pride really was going to get him killed one of theses days.
Bloom hadn't found anyone else outside, just as he'd expected. A quick glance inside the door showed at the least the first room undamaged, maybe he could check further down and see if Bensai had avoided getting trapped.
But not before checked on Jacques again. The bard was clearly in more pain than he tried to let on. Bloom really didn't like the idea of leaving him alone for long, but he also knew the best thing he could do for Jacques was find him a way out.
He shuffled his way back through the tiny slit of a window and down into the crypt yet again. He eye took only a second to adjust to the shift in lighting, quickly landed on Jacques figure slumped against the wall with his head hanging down.
Exactly why he didn't want to leave him alone.
Bloom hurried over and slid to Jacques side, carefully lifting his head up as he checked the other man's pulse. His face had gone pale, eyes hardly open and still looking down.
"Come on Jacques…" he mumbled, unsure what he was asking of him as he found a weak pulse. "What happened?"
His first thought was blood loss, but the bandages he'd applied seemed to be holding up fine and there was no notable amounts of blood anywhere. No, it must bee something else. Did Jacques have any other injuries? Bloom hadn't seen any… any from before the rockfall? Clark and Bensai had taken most of the hits in that last fight…
He was reminded of Jacques complaining towards David, questioning how the rogue of all people managed to be the one to trip the trap while he pulled an arrow out of his shoulder. Had anyone check on him after that?
Bloom pushed back Jacques loose shirt over his shoulder, finding a familiar green ooze dripping out the poorly patched wound.
Poison — of course the arrows were poison-tipped. He thought as he attempted to dab away the poison with the leftover bandages from before. He removed the patch already on Jacques shoulder, making sure he could remove any of the visible green ooze.
Thankfully, due to their frequent luck with poison, Bloom had a vial of antidote on hand. And this looked to be just your average poison. Hopefully.
He quickly found the small vial in his pocket, once again titling Jacques head up as he pulled the stopper out with his teeth. He brought the rim up to Jacques lips, slowly pouring the thin yellow elixir down his throat.
"You have to swallow Jacques," Bloom insisted, immediately hearing the jokes that would have been made if it said that in any other situation.
Jacques thankfully seemed conscious enough to listen and follow Bloom's instructions, successfully not choking on the liquid and even able to grab hold of the glass himself with a shaking hand. Bloom didn't let go right away, confirming Jacques had at a good enough grip before moving his hand back slightly. He was still keeping his head up too, whether he still needed help with that or not.
"This stuff tastes terrible," Jacques muttered once the vial was empty, some of the colour already returning to his face.
Bloom let out a small laugh as he turned attention back to Jacques shoulder. All things considered, it wasn't terrible. The shitty patch job would have likely been fine, if not for the poison.
"This is why you should let someone else check wounds you can't see properly," he began, catching sight of Jacques rolling his eyes yet again.
"Don't start, my head hurts too much already," he pleaded, resting his head against his other hand.
"And whose fault is that?"
"David's."
Bloom laughed again with an eye roll of his own. Fair enough, he supposed, sitting down properly beside Jacques. He kept a close eye on him, wanting to be sure the antidote worked.
"Others weren't outside, the cave in didn't seem to wreck the main room but they're likely stuck further back," he reported.
"Alright then…"
Jacques had planned to tell Bloom to just head back in the main entrance and try and find them. He still wanted to. But, after all that, he doubted he'd agree.
And — not that Jacques would admit it — he no longer liked the idea of being stuck in there alone.
"When we get out of here, I'm going to kill David," he said with a sigh, once again making Bloom laugh.
He liked making people laugh, part of the trade as in preforming and all. Something a little more special about getting a laugh out of one of his adventuring mates, however. It felt worth more… not that it made any sense.
"As fun as that'd be to watch, I cannot recommend it," Bloom insisted, standing back up. "I'm going to see there's a weak point in the rocks, somewhere we can break through."
He hadn't made it over there before the pair heard the familiar sound that could only be made by an oversized sword cutting it's way through solid rock. The sound of their team coming to their rescue.
Bloom carefully helped Jacques back to his feet (Foot, more realistically) just as Bensai and Clark pulled the rocks backwards and created a way out.
"Oh good, you're both alive," Bensai remarked, greeting the pair with his typical friendly smile as he hurried over to relieve Bloom from helping Jacques.
"I'd keep your distance," Bloom warned David, walking ahead of Bensai and Jacques with that soul purpose in mind. "Turns out that arrow was just a little bit poisonous."
"Oh believe me, figured that one out," David muttered, rotating his own shoulder while turning to Jacques. "That second one hit me, you know?"
A detail Jacques and Bloom had both forgotten, but being reminded of it certainly didn't stop Jacques from glaring daggers into David.
"You're still a dead man."
"Not if you can't catch me!" David exclaimed before scurry back up towards the crypt exit, followed quickly by both Megan and Clark begging him to slow down.
"You aren't actually going to kill him, are you?" Bensai clarified as he help Jacques move forward at a much slower pace. "He wasn't lying, he was also briefly poisoned."
"Probably not," he replied unconvincingly.
Bloom slid past them back into the room he and Jacques had been trapped in, causing Bensai to stop and turn around with a confused look on his face.
"What are you doing?" he asked as Bloom climbed up to the tiny window again.
"Sneaking ahead to scare David," he replied truthfully with a playful smirk.
"Attaboy," Jacques praised with a smile of his own as the ranger crawled out through the window again.
Part of him wanted to wait so they could hear David scream, but he didn't argue when a still confused Bensai started moving forward again. Besides, knowing David, they'd here it anyways.
Square: Reluctant Whimper, Surprising Symptoms, Whimper Turned Caretaker, The Only Villain They Couldn’t Stop, Waiting for News, Contract, Broken Legs, Axe Wound, Desperate Kiss, Soft Under a Hard Exterior, Fairy Lights, A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, Poetry, Sharing an Umbrella, Crafting Together, Trauma-Related Origin Story, War and Peace, Mourning, Anxiety and Treachery.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Not a mission, but a trap.
Major Tags: Angst.
Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Heroic Edition.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.
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Brock Rumlow wasn’t the kind of man who took care of anyone. Nor was he the kind of man who waited patiently for news. Yet there he was, sitting in a chair far too uncomfortable for his size, staring at the phone as if he could force it to ring through sheer willpower.
Rain pounded against the windows of the abandoned building where they had taken shelter, and the small, warm lights hanging from the ceiling flickered gently, as if trying to pretend that this place was safe. You had put them up. You said that the steady light helped keep fear from lurking in the corners.
Brock thought it was nonsense.
Until it wasn’t.
The sound of your ragged breathing snapped him out of his thoughts.
It wasn’t a clear moan—not entirely. It was more restrained, as if your body refused to accept the pain but couldn’t help it. Brock looked up immediately.
You were on the makeshift sofa, wrapped in a blanket that was far too thin. Your bandaged leg didn’t move, but the tremor in your body spoke louder than any words.
The attack had been quick.
Too quick.
A bladed weapon.
A moment of carelessness.
An ambush that shouldn’t have worked.
But it did.
Brock approached without giving it much thought; his hands, as they touched the blanket to adjust it, were more careful than he would have admitted to himself.
The wound on your leg was serious. Not life-threatening, but enough to put you out of commission for weeks. And the other leg—the fall, the impact—it had all ended in a fracture.
You’d laughed when he said you weren’t invincible.
Now you weren’t laughing.
“You shouldn’t move,” he said.
You looked at him through narrowed eyes.
“I’m not trying to move.”
Brock let out a short exhale through his nose.
On the nearby table were bandages, water, and a crumpled sheet of paper with handwritten words. It wasn’t a report. It was poetry. Fragments of yours. Things you wrote when the world was too noisy.
Brock had never told you he read them.
But he did.
Always.
Outside, the world carried on as if nothing had happened. War elsewhere. A false sense of peace here. News that either never arrived or came too late.
And that was the part that irritated him the most.
The silence.
The waiting.
Not knowing if anyone else would come.
Or if the contract that had brought him here was a trap disguised as a mission.
“They’re not coming,” Brock muttered after a while.
You turned your head slightly.
“You don’t know that.”
He looked at you.
“Yes, I do.”
You closed your eyes for a second.
The pain came back in waves.
Sudden and treacherous, as if your own body hadn’t yet decided how much it was supposed to suffer.
Brock knelt in front of you without ceremony.
His hand took yours.
“Breathe,” he said.
Brock wasn’t a natural caregiver.
But he’d learned to be one with you out of sheer necessity.
And that was the most dangerous part of it all.
Because when someone like him learned something like that…
Square: Satisfied, Topping from the bottom, Owned, Riding, Caught masturbating, Foreheads pressed together.
Rating: Mature.
Summary: Steve is back from a mission.
Major Tags: Smut.
Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Reunion Edition.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.
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Steve Rogers returned to the suite after a particularly exhausting mission. Upon entering, he found the room in semi-darkness, with only a dim light emanating from the adjoining bedroom. He followed the light, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet.
He found you lying on the bed, your eyes closed and a look of concentration on your face. One hand rested on your stomach, while the other moved slowly beneath the sheets. Your breathing was irregular, and your lips parted in an almost inaudible whisper. Steve stood in the doorway, watching you silently, feeling the tension from the mission slowly dissolve, replaced by a warmth that began to grow in his lower abdomen and beyond.
He didn’t want to interrupt you, but he couldn’t look away either. Your hand was moving with more confidence now, your hips lifting slightly to seek more friction. Once again, Steve felt that pride that only you could awaken in him. You’re his, completely his, and watching you pleasure yourself—probably thinking of him—confirmed once again the depth of your connection.
He decided to approach silently, sitting down on the edge of the bed. The mattress sank slightly under his weight, and your eyes flew open, meeting his in the dim light.
“Steve,” you whispered.
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he lay down beside you, his hand finding yours beneath the sheets. His fingers intertwined with yours, guiding your hand as you continued the rhythm you’d set. His other hand caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.
“Keep going,” he murmured against your skin. “I want to watch you.”
You picked up the pace; your hips were moving with more urgency now. Steve watched every expression on your face, every tremor of your lips. His breathing had grown heavier, and you could feel his body responding to your arousal. His eyes remained fixed on yours. Just as you were about to climax, he leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly. “I want to see you when you come.”
And you did. Your eyes met his as the wave of pleasure washed over you, your body arching against the sheets. Steve held you as you caught your breath. When you finally calmed down, he kissed you deeply.
“Now it’s my turn,” he whispered against your lips.
With a fluid motion, he positioned himself on top of you, his knees spreading your legs apart. But instead of entering right away, he waited. He waited for you to take the initiative, to guide him. You sat down slowly, your hands exploring his muscular chest, your fingers tracing its contours. He closed his eyes, and when you finally sat on top of him, you both let out a moan in unison.
You began to move slowly. Steve sighed, his hands resting on your hips.
“Steve,” you murmured, leaning toward him until your foreheads touched. “You’re mine.”
“Completely yours.”
You picked up the pace, your hips moving with more urgency now. When you felt yourself getting close again, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. His hands moved from your hips to your back, pressing you against him as you both neared climax.
Prompts Filled: @whumpmasinjuly-archive Day 6: Bloodbath, @julybreakbingo B2: Mine, @fandom-free-bingo Reunion Edition: G3: Genital Mutilation, @fandombingo Crime & Mystery Bingo: Never Just One Victim, @bingocardsforfandom Domestic Horror Bingo: Middle: “I did it for you.”
Fandom(s): Gravity Falls
Pairing(s): Bill Cipher/Ford Pines
Rating: M
Warnings: Major Character Death, Blood and Gore, Abusive Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Murder, Demonic Possession, Possessive Behavior
Square: Tied Up, Found a Forgotten Childhood Memory, Spilled Secrets, Feeling Revealed, One-Night Stand, Camp as a Row of Tents, Silencing Spell, Too Many Birthdays, Scarring.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Both of you remember.
Major Tags: Fluff, angst.
Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Reunion Edition.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.
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The rain wasn’t heavy, but it was steady. Brock was sitting in a metal chair; his hands tied behind his back with a thick rope that didn’t completely prevent him from moving but did enough to remind him that he wasn’t in control. It wasn’t the first time he’d been tied up. Nor was it the first time he’d been left in a situation like that with you on the other side of the room.
But this time was different.
Because you weren’t trembling.
And that unsettled him more than any gun pointed at him could have.
The structure where they were was a makeshift camp—rows of shelters made of fabric and wood that looked as though they’d been erected in a hurry and abandoned even more hastily. Everything was arranged strangely, as if someone had tried to create order out of chaos without knowing exactly how.
Brock noticed it right away.
A camp of many lives.
Too many stories.
You walked among the tables, going through papers, boxes, and old objects. Everything you touched seemed to stir something in the air. Brock let out a low chuckle.
“You’ve always been good at finding what you shouldn’t see,” he said.
You didn’t answer.
That was new, too.
You stopped in front of a broken wooden box, covered in dust. You opened it carefully, as if you already knew what was inside.
Brock watched you.
And for a moment, his expression changed.
Because inside that box was something that didn’t belong there.
A small object.
Worn.
Too personal.
A memento.
Something from your childhood.
Something that shouldn’t have been lost.
Your fingers paused as they touched it.
And the silence in the room grew heavier.
Brock tilted his head.
“So, this is what you were looking for,” he murmured.
It didn’t sound like mockery.
It sounded like understanding.
You clutched the object between your fingers.
The words began to come afterward.
Not right away.
Not all at once.
First they were fragments.
Then sentences.
Then, complete truths you hadn’t wanted to hear spoken aloud for a long time.
Secrets spilling out without permission.
About him.
About you.
About the place.
Brock looked down for a second.
Then he looked back at you.
“You never asked,” he said.
Your breath caught just a little.
“You didn’t tell me everything either,” you replied at last.
That was true.
You both knew it.
Brock tugged slightly on the rope around his wrists—not to free himself, but as if he needed to feel something physical while he processed it all.
“This isn’t just about that place,” he said finally.
Your gaze lifted toward him.
“No.”
The entire camp seemed to react to that, as if the fabrics themselves remembered something their occupants had forgotten. Moving shadows, echoes of ancient laughter, and footsteps of younger versions of everyone who had ever passed through there.
Too many birthdays.
Too many years layered on top of one another without order.
Time hadn’t been kind to that place.
It had accumulated.
Distorted.
Brock watched it all without surprise.
“So, you found it,” he said more quietly.
You looked at him.
“It wasn’t lost.”
He nodded slowly.
“Just hidden.”
Brock leaned forward slightly, the rope tightening.
“And now what?”
The question wasn’t a threat.
It was real.
You walked toward him.
Unhurried.
Unafraid.
You stopped in front of the chair.
You looked him up and down, as if you were finally seeing him without all the layers that had come before.
“It wasn’t just a mistake,” you said.
Brock didn’t look away.
“No.”
The silence that followed was different.
Cleaner.
Rougher.
The shadows in the camp seemed to have frozen as well.
As if the whole place were listening.
Finally, you crouched down in front of him.
You untied the rope.
Without haste.
Without ceremony.
Brock moved his hands once they were free, rubbing his wrists, but he didn’t get up right away.
Prompts: @fandom-free-bingo Fandom-Free Build-A-Bingo • May 2026: Angst; Lost on a Journey
AO3
Notes: Silly little Ass Trio one shot for y'all. Love these three so much but I feel like I never write about them. Clearly not enough at least.
Their task was easy. Get snacks. Shouldn't be that hard in a place like Zuzu city. Even if it was one in the morning.
"Sure you don't think I should go instead?" Sebastian asked yet again before they could leave. "I know the way."
"Please, have some faith in us," Abigail insisted. "You said it's like a ten minute walk? Can't be that hard to find the place."
"We'll probably even beat you back to the hotel!" Sam added. "If not, I'll eat my shoe."
"I'll hold you to that," Sebastian remarked with a grin as he folded up the stand for his keyboard.
"Then we better get going, come on Abby!"
The pair quickly left the their bandmate on the stage alone to pack up the instruments. Would it have made more sense for one of them to go get the snacks and two people clean up? Definitely. But Sebastian didn't say anything about it when they both volunteered to go, and they weren't going to pass up on getting out clean-up.
And they were so sure getting snacks would be easier.
That conversation, however, happened thirty minutes ago.
They still hadn't found the gas station.
"Think we made a wrong turn," Sam said, followed by Abigail smacking the back of his head.
"You think?"
"Hey! You said turn right!"
"Because if we turned left again, we would have gone in circles!"
"They say the best way to solve a maze is to always turn left till you hit a head end," Sam remarked, successfully dodging the second swing from Abigail.
"We're in a city you moron. That just sends us back to where we started!"
"Okay okay, let's just figure out what street we're on and go from there," Sam suggested, hurrying towards the nearest sign in front of them. He had to squint to make out the name in the dark
"Ah ha, King Street."
"Isn't the hotel on this street?" Abigail recalled.
"No, that's Queen's street," Sam corrected.
"Ah. So… we have no idea where we are still?"
"Would seem so."
"Yoba… we should have let Seb get the snacks."
"Ehh, I'd say this is still better than cleaning up the stage," Sam said as he looked up and down the street.
"True," Abigail agreed, copying him in looking. As if the gas station would magically appear if they just search enough times.
"Should we call Seb?" Sam suggested with a sign.
"And admit defeat?" Abigail exclaimed loudly, Sam covered his ear with his hand. "No way, I can already see the shit-eating grin he's gonna have when we finally get back to the hotel."
"At this rate, I don't think we're getting back until the sun rises," Sam muttered as he reached into his pocket.
He pulled out his wallet, some loose change, and a spare guitar pick.
"Fuck, I think I left my phone in my case."
"I left mine in my bag," Abigail recalled. "So we're lost in the middle of a city we don't know very well with no phones and whatever cash you have on hand?"
"Our snack budget," Sam corrected as he returned everything into his pocket. "Alright, I'm going to spin around until you say stop and whichever direction I'm facing is where we'll go."
"Are you serious?"
"Do you have a better idea?"
"… Fair enough. But I'm spinning. I don't wanna have to drag your ass the rest of the way when you fall and break your ankle or some shit."
Abigail stood on the street corner and started spinning around in place. Sam waited a couple seconds before yelling at her to stop. She pointed forwarded, left of where they'd come from, while struggling only slightly to keep her balance.
"That way it is then."
Once the world stopped spinning enough for Abigail to walk straight, the pair made their way down the street. They went straight for a couple blocks, before they were pleasantly suspired by the sight of the glowing sign of the gas station.
"What are the odds of that?" Sam wondered with a laugh. "Divine intervention or something."
"I don't care who, how, or why, I just want chocolate," Abigail insisted.
They hurried inside, immediately jumping at the sight of a Sebastian leaning against the counter as he talked with the worker.
"Oh, you finally made it," he said with the very grin Abigail predicted, taking a sip of his slushy.
"You came right here after you got everything back to the hotel," Abigail realized as she crossed her arms.
"Sure did," Sebastian confirmed.
"What would you have done if we had made it back to the hotel while you were on your way over?" Sam questioned.
"I wasn't too worried about that."
"You're an ass Seb."
"I mean, if it make you two feel any better he split his drink on himself while he was waiting for you ," the worker offered with a smile, ignoring the death glare from Sebastian.
"That does actually, thank you," Sam said as he and Abigail laughed.
"Oh face it Seb," Abigail insisted, resting both her arms on his shoulder. "You're just as much part of the walking disaster as we are~"
"I should have stayed at the the hotel," he muttered with his hand on head.
"But you didn't," Sam remarked as he mimicked Abigail on Sebastian's other shoulder. "And you're stuck with us now."
"Forever," Abigail added in a creepy whisper.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sebastian agreed as he shoved them both off. "Go get your snacks already or I'm leaving without you."
Fandom: Winnie-the-Pooh
Rating: T
Pairing: Rabbit x Tigger
Tags: Roommates AU, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers (implied), Heatwave
CW: Boy kissing, mentions of overheating & insomnia because of it
Excerpt:
The water bottle in his hand was lukewarm already. He could get up and put more ice in it, refresh the water, but then he would have to move, and that was more than he was willing to do at the moment.
Challenge: HEATWAVE by @monster-events on tumblr
Prompts: A/C Stops Working, Heat Wave, Based on a Song (Heat Waves by Glass Animals)
Challenge: Fandom-Free Build-a-Bingo by @fandom-free-bingo on tumblr
Prompts (March): "I Like the Colour Scheme. Very… Radioactive Wasteland."
Prompts (April): Conversation About a Kink/Preference They Don't Know Character Has
Prompts (June): ‘The Script It Called for Rain’, Erotically Charged Rainstorm
Challenge: @au-pril-blog 2026 edition (trying desperately to finish before AUgust but we'll see lol)
Prompts: Roommates AU
Read on AO3 | Read Part 1 (standalone one-shot)
Bingo Boards below the Fold!
I made detailed squares for all the FFBaB months. I wanted a clearer picture of the ones I've filled! (But I'm not posting more than necessary for any one fic)
Prompts: @fandom-free-bingo Fandom-Free Build-A-Bingo • May 2026: Quote; "Nothing in the World IS Quite as Adorably Lovely."
@stardewfanficwritersguild Farmer's Week for OC's 2026: Day 3; Birthday
AO3
Note: Consider this the prologue to Sage's story, how they ended up in the valley. I'll write their full story out one of these days I swear-
Sage was growing even more tired of their mother's complaining, which only increased the closer they got to Pelican Town.
"We could have done your birthday at the mall with your friends, you know? You really didn't have to agree to go visit your dad this weekend," she reminded them for the fifth time in the last two days alone. "You only turn sixteen once, after all."
"I know," Sage replied with a hidden eye roll. "I wanna see dad though."
"Strange girl, you are," their mother replied with a disproving tisk. "But suppose it is your day."
They didn't bother replying, focusing on the passing trees out the window. Just a little longer, then they'd get to spend all weekend with their father. And, more importantly, away from their mother.
The car stopped at the old bus stop sign just on the edge of town, Sage's eyes lit up at the sight of their father waiting for them. They couldn't get out of the car fast enough, greeting him with open arms.
"Dad!"
"Boy are you gettin' big!" he remarked with a laugh, comparing their similar height. "It's good to see ya, skipper."
"Aubrey, get your bags!" their mother barked as she got out herself. "I don't have all day."
Sage reluctantly left their father's side long enough to unload their two bags from the back seat of the car.
"Nora," Willy greeted coldly.
"Will."
Sage cleared their throat loudly before an argument between their parents could start up.
"Dad, could you help me with this?"
"Of course."
Willy gladly took the heavier of the two bags from them, already getting ready to walk away.
"Bye mum, thanks for driving me!" Sage called as they followed after.
"Bye dear, make smart choices! I'll be back to pick you up on Monday."
Don't hurry.
"Sorry we have to walk back to my place," Willy apologized as they passed the town general store.
"I don't mind," Sage insisted. "Is the boat ready?"
"Course she is. Promised you a fishing trip, no? We'll be out on the water soon as we're back at the shop."
Willy was true to his word. Soon as they entered the old fishing shop, they left Sage's bags upstairs and climbed aboard the equally old boat. Sage's favourite place in the world.
They happily sat on the deck as Willy sailed out onto the fresh open waters. The warm summer's breeze was a refreshing break from the stuffy city air. The cool water splashing up just enough to hit their hand was calming. The deep blue ocean felt so serene, even from the surface. Sage couldn't get enough of it all. What they wouldn't give to spend forever out their.
Unfortunately, they only had the weekend. But best believe they were going to make the most of it.
Once land was far out of sight, Willy slowed the old boat down and joined Sage on the deck, two fishing rods in hand as well as his trusty tackle box. Covered all around in worn and torn cartoon fish stickers, five-year-old Sage's handy work, and a chipped paint job to match. Sage was certain he'd never replace the thing, even if it completely fell apart.
"We got ourselves a couple o'hours tell the moonlight jellies come out," he reported while handing them one of the fishing rods. "Plenty of time to do our fishin' and get back to the docks, eh?"
"Sounds good to me," Sage agreed with a wide smile. Another reason they loved spending their birthday in Pelican Town. Talk about an event. They remembered thinking the jellies did it just for them as a kid, no matter how many times their father explained the real reason for it. It felt like a gift from the sea itself, in a way. They hadn't had a chance to see them since they were eight.
Fishing was as wonderful as it always felt. Sage would never understand why their mother found it so boring. Sure, most of it was waiting. But it's not like there was a lack of things to see while you waited. Especially out on the boat. It was relaxing too. You didn't have to worry about anything else while you're fishing. Just the bobber going up and down in the water. Until it went down and didn't come back up, that is.
Then, the real fun began. Nothing beat the thrill of fighting with a fish. Sage could never forget their first 'big' catch. A tuna, absolutely massive compared to the six-year-old instant on holding it. Their father had definitely had done most of the work pulling it ashore, but he always credit the catch to them.
And at the end of it all, if you had any luck, you'd also had dinner for the evening.
"Nice one!" Willy praised as Sage successfully pulled a sea cucumber aboard. "Great work, kid. Gus might pay you good for that one. Heard he want to sell lucky lunches tomorrow."
"Good to know," Sage noted with a laugh as they set the fish in the large cooler. "Will he be at the festival?"
"Course he will. Whole town always comes," Willy said as he reeled up a clump of seaweed tangled to his line. "Don't know a person who'd miss it."
"Glad I get to be here for it this year," Sage remarked, sending back out their own line. "It's been forever since I got to see the jellies."
"Big city life's got you pretty busy, eh?"
"Yeah, something like that," Sage muttered. Not like they chose to live there. Zuzu city sucked. It was loud and messy, and not in any way fun. It was just… not their idea of a nice place to live. They much rather live somewhere like Pelican Town, but their mother would never have it. That Sage knew for sure, their mother loved the city too much.
"How have you been liking the city?" Willy inquired, as if reading Sage's mind.
"It's… fine," they replied. "Busy place, I guess."
"Sure there must be lots to do for someone you're age," Willy assumed, finally cleaning the seaweed from his hook.
"I guess, if you like that sort of thing," Sage said with an eye roll. "Mum wanted to take me to the mall with kids from school today, like she did last year. And the year before that. And the year before that. I don't think she gets that I rather be doing something like this."
"Your mother never really was a fan of the water," Willy recalled with a chuckle.
"Mum's not a fan of anything fun," Sage added. "Least not anything I think is fun. She just… she wants me to be like her. Exactly like her, and I'm not. Can't it be enough that we both like tea and flowers? Why does she care so much that I don't like shopping or pottery or whatever other hobby she's picked up for the week? It's so frustrating how she nitpicks every choice I make that she doesn't fully agree with…"
Sage hadn't ment to let all that out. They'd been keeping in their issues with their mother for years now. Was a little nice to finally say it out loud though. And that wasn't even what was bothering them the most.
"I'm sorry kid," their father said sympathetically, setting his free hand on their shoulder. "I had no idea she was bein' so hard on you."
Sage reeled up their own clump of seaweed with a sigh.
"Anything else you wanna tell me? 'Bout what's going on at home?"
Sage hesitated, trying to focus on freeing their hook. When else would they get a chance to openly complain about their mother?
"She got mad at me a few weeks ago, 'cause she heard one of my friends call me a different name then Aubrey."
"Did she now?" Willy questioned. "What name was it?"
"Sage," they admitted quietly.
"Sage," he repeated softly. "I think that fits you well."
"You do?" Sage questioned, almost dropping their fishing rod.
"Matches your hair," Willy remarked with a warm smile.
Sage abandoned their still tangled fishing rod to hug their father tightly. They buried their face in his shirt as a poor attempt to hide the tears in their eyes.
Though surprised at first, Willy set down his own fishing rod and returned their embrace.
"No need to cry now. Nothing you could do would make me love you any less," he reassured. "Certainly not a new name."
"Even if I'm not a girl?" Sage mumbled through tears.
"Still my child."
Sage hadn't realized just how much they needed to hear those words until that very moment. Like a weight was lifted off their shoulders they hadn't even realized they'd been carrying for so long.
"Thank you dad," they said quietly, sitting back up properly and drying their tears.
He smiled back at them, so warm and caring.
"Always, Sage."
Both settled back in their seats, Sage returned to struggling against the seaweed.
"So, you have Sage for your name," Willy said. "What… other words do I use for you now?"
"Other words…. do you mean pronouns?" Sage assumed with a small laugh.
"Aye, those," he confirmed. "English was never me best subject, you know."
Sage laughed again, shaking their head slightly.
"They and them. Like you would when talking about multiple people, or someone you don't know. Does that make sense?"
"Believe so," Willy replied. "They instead of she?"
"Yep, exactly," Sage confirmed, followed by a small noise of excitement as they freed their hook from it's seaweed containment.
"I can do that," he said confidently. "Can try, at least. Don't be 'fraid to yell at me if I ever forget."
"Will do," Sage promised with a laugh. "Getting bit late out now, isn't it?"
"Suppose we should head back in," Willy agreed, groaning slightly as he rose to his feet.
Sage took charge of packing up the tackle box while their father started the boat back up. They once again enjoyed the, now even cooler, summer breeze in the setting sun as they returned to the beach shores. Sage caught sight of the townsfolk coming down to prepare for the festival as they pulled up against the sheltered dock behind the shop.
"Where do you want to watch from this year?" Willy inquired as they hulled the day's catches into the shop to be properly stored.
"I'm not sure," Sage replied. "Guess in front of the shop?"
"Sounds good to me," their father agreed. "It's a great view. Going to see if Gus wants to cook up some fish. Want to come along?"
"Sure," Sage agreed. They hadn't spoken to anyone from town in many years, probably since they were last here for the festival. Any more recent visits were very brief and all spent out at sea. It might be nice to see people again, even if they probably wouldn't remember them well. They vaguely remembered Gus, considering how much time he and their father spent together.
Sage took the time to change into something a little more comfortable (and that smelled a little less like fish) and traded their boots for sandals before following Willy down the dock to the sandy beach. The pair quickly found a jolly-looking man building up a fire.
"Willy, I sure hope you've come with something fresh," he said with a chuckle as they approached.
"Sure did," he replied, bringing forth the cooler full of some of their catches. "Sage, you remember Gus, he runs the saloon in town."
"Hello," Sage greeted with a polite wave, hoping their smile wasn't too wide at hearing their proper name used. "Nice to see you again."
"You as well, Sage. Certainly has been a while now, hasn't it?" Gus remarked. "Visiting for a bit are you?"
"Yeah, wanted to spend my birthday with dad," Sage said. "And see the moonlight jellies."
"Right, right, you're birthday is today," Gus recalled. "Happy birthday to you then."
"Thank you."
"Now, no point in waiting any longer, let's get cooking shall we?" Gus suggested.
Sage sat on the sand by the fire as Willy and Gus began preparing the fish to cook. Seemed Gus had brought everything they might need for the job too, even a folding table to work on. Sage's mouth was already watering in anticipation of the meal to come.
"Hey there!"
A girl with shoulder-length blue hair seemed to just pop up beside Sage, greeting them with a cheery voice and a wide smile.
"Oh — hi," Sage greeted back with a small laugh as they got a better look at her. They were quickly reminded of a little girl who'd jump in puddles with them after it rained at least eight years ago now. "Emily— right?"
"Yes! So it is you — I thought you looked familiar!" Emily said enthusiastically. "You're names… Don't tell me! I'll get it…"
She pressed her fingers to the side of her head while closing her eyes, humming softly. Sage could help but giggle at her, not that Emily seemed to mind.
"Alright, I've got nothing," she admitted with a dramatic sigh of defeat.
"It's Sage," they said as they stood up, relieved she really hadn't remembered. "It's really great to see you again."
"You too! It's been forever!" Emily remarked, taking hold of Sage's hand. "Here, I've been dying to show someone what I've found in the tide pools."
Sage glanced back at their father for a quick second. After a supportive nod from him, they happily followed Emily across the beach and over to the tide pools.
She knelt down beside one of the shallow pools, pointing towards a glistening shell just covered by the water.
"Isn't it beautiful? The way all the colours reflect off it, even in the water?"
"Why they call them rainbow shells," Sage remarked. "Didn't realize how pretty they looked in the water though."
"Right? I tried to show my sister, but she's didn't seem interested," Emily said. "I had a feeling you might get it though, and I was right!"
"Guess you were," Sage agreed with a smile. Emily's enthusiasm was so infectious, the girl just radiated positive energy and whimsical vibes. Sage felt it impossible not to enjoy her company.
The two of them wandered across the beach while talking. Conversation came easy, as they began discussing the different types of shells they'd seen on the beach before. More specifically, Emily described shells while Sage told her the names of them. They ended up sitting down on the dock's edge in front of the shop, feet hanging off the side and into the cool water.
"Do you remember when we use to make flower crowns with dandelions?" Emily asked rather suddenly.
"Yeah, think so," Sage replied. "I… think I remember eating a dandelion while you were making flower crowns actually."
"Yes, that's how I remember it too," Emily said as they both laughed. "I was thinking of that just a few days ago, completely randomly. Maybe the universe was trying to send me a sign, that we were going to see each other again. To make sure I still remembered you."
"Maybe," Sage agreed. "Wouldn't be the strangest thing in the world."
"Here you kids are, dinner for two," Gus said, handing each of the a paper plate with a delicious looking grilled fish garnished with various vegetables.
"Thank you Gus!" Emily said as she took her food.
"Thank you," Sage mimicked while taking their own.
"Of course, you two enjoy now. And make sure your trash doesn't end up in the water."
"We will!" Sage promised as Gus walked back towards the shop, were he and Willy had set up two chairs.
The food was just as good as they'd hoped, better even. Especially considering they had a friend to share it with too.
"I don't have fish very often, but this is really good," Emily commented between mouthfuls.
"Freshly caught fish always tastes the best," Sage remarked. They weren't sure how provable that was, but it felt true.
"Sage."
They turned around, seeing their father beckoning them over. Sage excused themselves as they set down their almost finished plate and walked over to him.
"Yeah?"
He held out a small box wrapped in blue paper and topped with a matching blue bow.
"Happy birthday, kid," he said with a smile.
Sage eagerly peeled back the paper and slid off the top of the box. Inside was a set of earrings made to look just like the quality bobbers they'd seen their father make so many times before.
"Got a little help from the local blacksmith," he said as they carefully took one out of the box. "Hope you like 'em."
"I love them!" Sage insisted, setting down the box and giving their father a hug. "Thank you dad!"
"You're welcome, kid," he replied warmly.
Sage removed the small stud earrings they were wearing and replaced them with the new pair before returning to Emily at the edge of the dock.
"Ooooo, those are pretty!" Emily committed the moment they sat back down. "No… not just pretty… They're adorable — lovely — adorably lovely! That's it!"
"Thanks, my dad made them," Sage explained with a laugh. "A birthday gift."
"It's your birthday?" she realized. "Happy birthday! Oh, if only I had a gift for you… Wait!"
"It's okay, really," Sage insisted as Emily searched through her pocket. "You don't have to-"
"Here!" Emily cut off, producing a small green gemstone from her pocket. "It's an emerald, I found it while walking around the mountain lake this morning."
"Woah…" Sage breathed as they stared at the gem. "You really don't have to give it to me though-"
"I insist," Emily reassured, shoving the gemstone into their hands. "I have plenty of my own stones I've found over the years, this one was clearly ment for you."
"Thank you," Sage said, tucking the emerald safely into their pocket. "I think it'll be my good luck charm."
"I hope it works well for you," Emily replied with a smile. "How long are you going to be here, by the way?"
"Well… it's just suppose to be for the weekend…" Sage turned around and called to their father. "Hey dad?"
"Yeah?"
"You think maybe we could call mum tomorrow and tell her I want to stay here longer?"
"We sure can."
"At least a little while," Sage reported as they turned back to Emily.
"Alright everyone! It's time for the part you've all been waiting for!" the old mayor's voice called out from beside the shop.
All the chatter died down as the mayor sent out the lit lamp on the small boat. It wasn't long before the dark sea lit up itself with all the bright blue moonlight jellyfish. The sight of it all was enough to take Sage's breath away. Just as magical as they remembered.
The festival may mark the end of summer, but this year, it felt like it marked something different too. The beginning of something new, perhaps.
"Sure is beautiful," Emily mused quietly.
Sage gave a small nodded.
"What did you call my earrings? Adorably… lovely?"
Square: Used as furniture, Vibrator, Anal doesn’t count, Sleepy sub, Shower sex, Devotion, Sore throat, For your own good, Blackmail, Sex addict.
Rating: Mature.
Summary: The mission went... addict?
Major Tags: Smut.
Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Virtues and Vices Edition.
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The room was almost pitch-black; only moonlight filtered through the blinds. Brock Rumlow watched you from the armchair while Steve Rogers held you in his arms.
“She’s tired,” Steve said, stroking your hair.
“She needs to learn her place,” Brock replied. “Come here.”
You approached slowly; your legs trembled with exhaustion. Brock gestured towards the floor at his feet.
“Kneel. We’ll use you as a table while you rest.”
You knelt as Brock placed a tray of drinks on your back. The weight felt comfortable, and you felt useful as Steve stroked your shoulders.
“You’re a good girl,” he murmured. “Rest now.”
Later, in the shower, hot water ran down your body as both men washed you gently. Brock rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ll always protect you, you understand?”
Steve kissed you softly while Brock’s hands explored your skin.
“Your loyalty is to us now,” Steve said as the water continued to run. “You belong to us.”
The next morning, your throat was scratchy. Brock handed you a glass of honey and lemon.
“You worked hard last night,” he smiled. “But you know it’s for your own good.”
Steve sat down next to you on the bed.
“What we do here is our secret. No one else can understand it.”
That afternoon, Brock showed you an envelope on his desk.
“I have information that could ruin your career if anyone found out. But you’re special to us.”
Steve came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“We’ll always take care of you as long as you’re loyal.”
That night, as the three of you lay in bed, Brock whispered in your ear:
“We need your complete devotion. It’s the only way to keep us safe.”
Steve kissed you deeply as his hands roamed over your body.
“You’re our addiction, and we’ll never let you go.”
“We have a mission today,” Brock announced as he got dressed. “We need you to stay here.”
Steve moved closer to you, his fingers tracing lines on your arm.
“It’ll be dangerous, but we have to do it. For us.”
Before leaving, Brock handed you a small silver vibrator.
“So, you won’t feel lonely while we’re out. But remember, you’re not allowed to climax without our permission.”
The day seemed to go on forever. The constant tingling between your legs kept you in a state of perpetual arousal, but you remembered his words and held back. When they finally returned, their clothes smelled of smoke and blood.
Steve took your hand and led you to the shower, where the hot water mixed with his expert hands made you moan.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he murmured as his fingers explored your body. “You deserve a reward.”
That night, as you lay in bed feeling Brock’s weight on top of you, he whispered in your ear:
“Remember, anal sex doesn’t count as a betrayal of your loyalty.”
Steve watched from the other side of the bed; Brock prepared you with a tenderness that belied his usual brusqueness.
“You’re perfect for us,” Steve said, stroking your cheek. “You’ll never find anyone who understands you the way we do.”
“You went a little overboard last night,” Brock said with a half-smile. “But I like your enthusiasm.”
“It’s for your own good,” Steve added. “You’ll learn to control your impulses, to be what we need you to be.”
That afternoon, you discovered an envelope on the table. Inside were photographs of you with them, in intimate moments.
Otpcutie’s @fandom-free-bingo Virtues & Vices Edition Masterlist — My completed fills for round 1.
Reunion (E, 1.2k) | Square: free space
Summary (Stucky): Steve and Bucky meet again.
Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, chemistry, smut, handjobs, strength kink, Daddy kink, affair, lawyer Steve Rogers, dorks (more on AO3)
You've Got a Friend in Me (G, 1.1k) | Square: out of the fog
Summary (Bucky & Tony): Bucky, sick and in pain, is visited by Tony.
Contains: disabled Bucky, chronic pain, mobility aid, Bucky has the flu, platonic love, fluff, support, friendship, found family, helpful Tony, supportive Tony, hurt/comfort (more on AO3)
Professional Omega (M, 3.4k) | Square: muscles
Summary (Winteriron): Bucky takes Steve’s advice and looks into a sex worker agency for Professional Omegas.
Contains: Omegaverse, Alpha Bucky, Omega Tony, sex worker Tony, size difference, Bucky Barnes needs a hug, PTSD, cuddling, kissing (more on AO3)
