She was young, then. Barely thirty summers had passed since her mother had labored and brought her into the world. Their small village had had many births that year, hers was hardly a notable one of the few buns that arrived. Nothing was particularly notable about that day, either. Her mid-weekly pilgrimage from her village to the market on the outskirts of the nearby city was uneventful, mundane and boring, perhaps. It wasn't until she had rounded the corner on her way to the gate that she heard it - a soft muffled …whimper?
Her eyes darted around their surroundings, body turned towards the noise, ears straining, mind wondering if she had imagined it. The clouds above had turned the sky above into a grey mass, and while she was hoping to get home before the heavens opened, she couldn't ignore such a plea for help. Mother had always scolded her for it, the innocent urge to offer aid to anyone in distress - "A foolish endeavor, it'll get you killed one day." Perhaps, but perhaps not today.
The whimper reaches her ears again, and her feet set off in hopes of finding the source. The hard stone walls muffle most noises from within, buildings towering over her by several stories. This city had weathered its fair share of troubles, most before her time, though recently the rumbles of unrest had been circulating through hushed whispers. Personally, she wished to not witness whatever comes of them, there was a boat to Sharlayan with her name on the boarding list, and soon she would be free to do as she pleased.
She comes to a crossroads, a narrow alleyway leading off to several others, crates piled up high against walls, blocking out windows and stopping the warm glow within from leaking out to illuminate her way. Tentatively, she takes a step forward, head tilted as if it would help her to hear better. A soft drop of water splatters onto the top of her head, an expression of annoyance flashing across her face. Not beating the rain, then.
Peeking into the other alleyways for signs of life, to no avail, she sets upon a plan. The crates would be the first place she would check, it was the best hiding place, the best place to curl up and weep and be unseen to any prying eyes. Her prying eyes, to be exact. The heavens rumbled in discontent as she carefully checked behind each stack, almost wondering if she had been misled, or if her ears had deceived her. Perhaps it was the wind, her imagination, or maybe, an animal - many things cross her mind before the sound reaches her once more.
This time, however, she can hear it clearly, her face twisting into worry at the realization. It was not someone who was down upon their luck, weeping over lost coin or such. It was much, much more awful than that. The whimper rang out again, as she hurriedly stumbled towards it, finally chancing upon a sight that made her stomach into knots.
There, in between two crates, nestled in a small basket and wrapped in many blankets, was a babe. A small, whimpering babe, left all alone in the storm.
Knees make contact with the cold, wet stone beneath as she kneels down, hand outstretched to check the child's temperature. How could such a thing have occurred? How could no one else have heard the little one? Her mind races as she softly lifts the swaddled babe into her arms, keeping them close to her chest. Perhaps she could take the child to the authorities, maybe a local stall keeper could send her in the right direction. Magenta eyes gaze down at two red ones staring back at her, and all thoughts cease. All right, Petra thought to herself, she supposes Sharlayan can wait a few years.
Below are all my entries for the House of Dadneto 2025 Event! Thank you @house-of-dadneto for creating such a wonderful event, it was a lovely experience! I am so sorry this masterlist is so late.
Galas & Guns: Embrace
Erik has been away from home for the last week and Pietro is excited him to come home, even if they were hosting a Gala.
It was going well too, until the grenades' went off.
(Besides, who brought metal guns to fight Magneto?)
not a fantasy (just a family): Peace, Restrained, Resemblance, Memories
Peter was stuck, unable to move, to run as the panic began to set in. The concrete was aching around his ankle and his shoulder screamed as Apocalypse twisted it. A crack, followed by a scream of anguish could be heard across the battle as his foot made contact with the back of his calf.
He could hear a familiar voice calling out for him, but still he remained trapped and screaming as his mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape from Apocalypse. Alas it was no use as Psylocke approached and raised her sword against him.
“Kill him.” Apocalypse said and Peter froze as Psylocke approached and quickly shut his eyes as the sword came up, waiting on the inevitable swing that would be his end.
Vacation?: Vacation, Apology
Peter needed a vacation, a trip away from the chaos of teaching young mutants to harness their powers safely while also watching them fail geometry. So, a trip away from the students and away from the chaos? It seemed welcome, invited even.
That did not mean he was asking to be kidnapped, no matter what Erik argued.
but if I lose you I lose everything: Infant, 5+1, Broken, Bonding
Before Luna, Pietro had understood very little of the world and how it worked. He had known there were people out there who used their mutations for Evil, but he also knew there were those who used them for Good. All his life Pietro had aspired to be one of the latter, but no one had told him that the fear for his daughter's safety would make him one of the former.
OR
The five times that Pietro's belief in humanity wavered and the one time it was broken completely.
Band on the Run: Time Loop, Confession, Music, Alternate Universe
Peter was no stranger to time and its ways of twisting and turning, but he never expected it to turn on him.
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“Peter,” Charles, greeted him, “Shouldn’t you be headed towards the east wing for history class? You’re going to be late.”
Peter smiled, “We both know I’ll still beat Logan there. He’s never been on time for class since he started teaching.” A part of Peter was confused, his mind spinning as it tried to make sense of what was going on. The other part was spinning in the opposite direction full of anxiety, wondering if he was imagining things.
OR
A Dadneto Timeloop where Peter has to slow down and stop running away.
Once again, thank you for all the beloveds for inspiring and rotting over each idea with me! @superherotiger @sunsetuniverse @lunasquared
It's certainly not the first time John has found Sherlock lurking in bushes.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I know it's hard to believe, considering the evidence and all, but I am still alive and I am still writing. Just very slowly. But no fic is ever abandoned.
"My mother would probably hate you," Kyle declared, in a tone that was entirely too venomous and serious for a statement that childish. He had said essentially the same thing to Terry once, back when she was still in her messy custody battle, clearly expecting weight with the statement, but Terry had only looked vaguely confused and mostly unbothered. It must be some kind of go-to insult for him. Sometimes, Donna truly thinks he was out on a mission to embarrass her for ever having dated him.
"Kyle, please, that's really not the insult you think it is," she sighed exasperated. "And-"
"Shut up, my mom would've hated you more," Jason replied hotly, his face scrunched up in annoyance as he threw something at Kyle's face. Donna blinked. It was an effort not to facepalm as they dissolved into yet another pointless argument with little scuffles.
They must have been riots at school when anyone made a your mama joke, Donna thought, her mind drifting. (She refused to engage in another babysitting duty of breaking up the fight.) In fact, she's amazed Kyle isn't a hazard with the other lanterns because she could easily imagine some of them making those jokes, especially Guy and Hal.
"How did you survive being partners with Guy?" She giggled suddenly, clearly interrupting whatever nonsense was going on as they both turned to her, bewildered for a moment.
It really spoke to how much they were on the same wavelength that Kyle didn't even seem to have to think for more than half a second to know exactly what she was talking about. "Guy likes me," he scowled.
"I'm pretty sure he's sometimes worse with people he does like," Donna pointed out.
"Shut up," Kyle grouched. "I've way more self-control than when I was a kid, okay?"
Donna felt a grin spread across her face. "So you have thrown something at him then."
"Only twice!" Donna only laughed as Jason snorted.
"Donnaaaa," Kyle whined, even as his eyes were trained on Jason, glaring at him. "And you! You've definitely done the same!" He insisted, rounding on Jason.
Jason laughed more. "Nope," he said, popping the 'p'.
Donna rolled her eyes. "Sure, but you've definitely pranked someone in revenge. Maybe some smeared peanut butter on someone's chair," she hazards a guess. He had done something very similar to Gar one time after all.
Jason blushed, and Kyle broke into a delighted grin immediately, forgetting his embarrassment from mere seconds ago (as he was wont to do) in favour of teasing Jason.
Yeah, she thought with a small smile. This was better.
Summary: Bucky turns soft in the middle of sex, and you're left wondering if you were the cause.
Warnings: Angst, insecurities, erectile dysfunction, tears, self doubt, semi smut, implied smut, and uh, I think that's all?
Authors Notes: This was a fun one to write! It definitely got out of hand and I'm glad I ended it before it got any longer, no pun intended!
This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club thank you so much for the prompt! 💙
Word count: 1,298
Hours Earlier
"Oh Bucky… yes… right there…" you moaned, your nails scratching down his back as he fucked you hard, the mattress squeaking under you that only made the sex feel so much better and intimate.
Bucky was panting quietly, a permanent frown in between his eyes. He was so tired from the mission and the stress from the upcoming mission didn't help his mood, there were things on his mind but he wanted to please you before the two of you went to sleep.
The longer he was thrusting, the more tired he was feeling and fuck… he turned soft inside of you. Ashamed, he pulled out and sighed, rolling away from you and bouncing back on his side of the bed. "Sorry doll, good night." He mumbled under his breath, reaching over to turn off the lamp. He was already snoring before you had the chance to say goodnight.
Present time...
The coffee cup in front of you held your interest as you stared into the cup. Was it you? Was Bucky not sexually attracted to you anymore? Did he finally open his eyes and realize just what he could have with someone else? This has never happened before, not in the three years of your relationship. His stamina and sexual appetite has always been really good that sometimes you would need to turn him down because of how sore he made you.
You couldn't make sense of it. The more you thought about it, the more likely it felt like it was your fault. It was also the first time you slept away from each other, it was like two strangers in a bed where in normal circumstances, you would usually be cuddling up to each other in the night. It was strange and you didn't feel good about it.
Bucky soon joined you in the kitchen, pouring his own coffee and sitting down silently opposite you, flipping through the pages of the newspaper. He hasn't said good morning, you realize and it stings. What you weren't aware of was the embarrassment he was feeling from last night. He shouldn't have let the stress and tiredness get to him which caused his boner to deflate mid use. He didn't know how to apologize for such a thing.
The mission coming up was the worst one yet because it was an infiltration of a hydra base, the former bunker in which he was kept and that's why this mission weighed down heavy on his shoulders.
Bucky realized he forgot to say good morning and looked up from his newspaper to find you already starting at him with a sad look in your eyes. He smiled as kindly as he could before clearing his throat and scratching his head. "Mornin' doll."
A little bit of hope sends flutters to your stomach and you shift in your seat before clearing your own throat. "Morning, did you sleep okay?" The atmosphere feels awkward and you hate it. It's never been like this before.
"Yeah- yeah I slept good. Just waiting for this mission to be over and done with." He sighs, gulping down his coffee in one go and standing up to put the dirty cup in the sink.
The morning after the awkward encounter in the kitchen, Bucky left for his week-long mission with a quick kiss to your cheek. You spent most of that time alone and it was probably the most dangerous thing you could have done. All of your insecurities crept back one by one, making you feel like you were the most grossest person on earth. The nights were spent crying and sobbing into his pillow, you would wake up the next morning with headaches and sore eyes.
On the fourth night, there were no more tears left to cry. You did wake up in a bitter mood though, it only improved slightly because an agent had come running in to inform everyone the team was on their way back earlier than expected. Apparently, the mission had been a success. You're glad that nobody was hurt, but you couldn't help the anxious feeling of what would happen with you and Bucky. What would happen to your relationship?
You would soon learn things would remain the same, you still haven't talked about that night and your insecurities were still eating away in your mind. Bucky hasn't initiated sex since, and to be honest it only made you feel worse. You started to wear full pajamas to bed instead of just your sleep shirt and panties because you thought it would make him feel a bit more comfortable around you.
It hurt a lot more when you would notice his bulge in his sweatpants from watching a steamy sex scene in a movie, but not around you. Deciding you couldn't take this anymore, you figured the best thing to do would be to move out of his room and back into your old one. You had to negotiate a hug with Tony for your key back, but it was worth it.
Bucky walked in after his run with Steve to find you throwing your clothes into a duffel bag and tears streaming down your face. Panicked, he closed and locked the door behind him to stop you from walking out before he's had a chance to speak to you.
"Doll? What's going on?" His brows furrow even deeper when you ignore him, and he grabs the duffel bag and throws it over the other side of the room. Thank goodness the window wasn't open.
"I could ask you the same question. It's fine if you're not sexually attracted to me anymore but it's an insult if there's something more going on-"
"Something more? What are you talking about? And who said I wasn't sexually attracted to you? Did that Neil guy say something?" Bucky was feeling angrier by the second. Not at you of course, but he hated people on the outside of your relationship sticking their opinions in your business.
"I'm talking about that night, Bucky. You haven't initiated sex with me since and I know it's something to do with me because I've seen you adjusting yourself from watching a movie!"
"Doll, it's a misunderstanding please let me explain?" He pleads, taking your hands and kissing the back of them before capturing your tears with his thumbs. You nod, taking a seat on the bed and waiting for him to continue. He kneels down in front of you and rests his arms on your thighs. "That night had nothing to do with you baby, you felt as amazing as ever. It was my fault; I got myself worked up over the missions that it interfered with… things. And, I haven't initiated anything because I thought you were ashamed of me and I was embarrassed."
You let out a breath that you didn't realize you were holding. "So, you still want me?" You sniffled, wiping your wet cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater.
Bucky looks almost offended that you could ask such a question. "Of course I want you doll, I always want you. Can I show you how much?" His eyes drop to your lips and you subconsciously lick them out of the bad habit you have.
"How- do you wanna do that?" Bucky smirks at your question and reaches for your hand before dipping it under the elastic of his running shorts and boxers. You gasp audibly when you're met with something very hard, hot and pulsing against your fingertips with need.
"You see? It's not you, it was me. If it was you, I wouldn't be constantly horny for you." He winks, shoving his pants and boxers down his legs to let his erection spring free. "Now, let me show you how much I want and need you."
Sugar: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, chapter 4*, more to come.
When Spencer joined a website to become a sugar daddy, he never expected to find love. That is, until he met you. What happens when the arrangement becomes more than just sugar? Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
DRABBLES
Late Nights: Spencer comes home to find you asleep on the couch, instead of focusing too much on the rough case, he decides to help you get ready for bed. Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.
Pajama Parties: You end your night with a pajama party organized by Matthew, and you couldn’t be happier. Contains talks of DDLG relationship. Matthew Gray Gubler
These are all thoughts that run rampant in Tommy's brain as he hides under a tree to escape the setting sun. Even the water he took from the pond is lukewarm, just how far is this place?
Minutes pass by before Dusk finally breaks, it's starting to cool down as he continues walking. He sees weird land formations up ahead, things that shouldn't be possible.
"Just what the hell is this place?"
There is no answer, why did he expect anything different? With a sigh he gathers materials, the nearby trees and rivers giving him enough materials to build a rather nice looking hut. Of course it's a square made out of bricks, cobblestone and logs, but it is his square.
He sighs as he gathered enough wool from some sheep to craft a bed, setting his spawn permanently in this area. It's a wonder that no hostile mobs have spawned just yet, usually they would have swarmed him by now?
A question for another day, he actually lies down to sleep on the bed. Sleep comes rather easy for him, which in itself is a mystery.
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Brine wasn't sure who the newcomer is, it's been years since someone wandered so far. He wonders how his child im s doing now.
No need to ponder this as he enters the house of what he assumes is an adult, only to get taken back by how young the child looks while asleep. The eyebags and tears in the clothes tell a rather sad story.
No.
He refuses to let this child suffer more.
...but the last time a child he did not raise saw him they screamed about seeing a monster.
Brine won't show himself to his- no this child. Not until he is ready.
For now he accesses the inventory of the child, placing down the chests and stocking it up with Food. Make him think he placed those.
Best not to let him know he isn't alone just yet, he knows his eyes are unsettling.
Up until the child is sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"...Eret?"
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Tommy is exhausted to say the least, he thought he heard something and sat up. The low light level making it almost impossible to see who it is, but he would recognize those eyes anywhere!
"Eret?"
He tries to sit up properly, but 'Eret' gently pushes him back down on the bed.
"You should sleep, tomorrow is another day."
He's too tired to protest and Eret had already proven to be their ally again. He can trust him.
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Brine hadn't expected this. First he got mistaken for his own child and second this boy is apparantly a friend of his child.
If he hadn't made up his mind already he would have now.
My sweet ChimChim! How I miss you so, but I know you’re watching over me. Although, you’ve since left this earth, I’ll continue to celebrate you and the wonderful and loving man you were.
I hope Heaven is throwing a party for you, and I’ll see you again one day.
