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May Prompt Sheets

It's MAY!

May 4th is Bird Day. I REALLY LIKE BIRDS. So this month's theme is Birds! These are the SFW prompts - the NSFW ones can be found here!

Text below the cut!

Angst:

Child Inserted into a Very Different Family Prevented from Migrating Omen of Death Mourning a Partner Conscripted into the Military Lost on a Journey Separated from the Flock Never Touch Land Canary Warning Swan Song Ugly Duckling

AU:

Wingfic AU Migration AU Mating Plumage AU Imprinting AU Changeling AU Bird-Themed Alias AU Breeder AU Phoenix AU Extra Senses AU Winged Guardian AU

Fluff:

Nesting Mated for Life Birds of a Feather Offering a Trinket Collecting Shiny Things Singing Together Adoption Mimicry Racing Carrying a Message Beautiful Mutation

Lyrics:

'Take These Broken Wings and Learn to Fly' 'Some Birds Aren't Meant to Be Caged' 'When I Left That Little Bird with Its Broken Leg to Die' 'Tonight We Fly Over the Houses, the Streets, and the Trees' 'There's Something Wrong with Me, I'm a Cuckoo' 'Hold Out Your Hand. Yours Is the Only One That I Dare to Land Upon' 'What Do You Say to Jumping Off the Edge?' 'Rare as the Feathers on My Dash From a Phoenix' 'Fly Me to the Moon, Let Me Play Among the Stars' 'Is That a Guarantee of Freedom For Our Descendants?' 'Birds of a Feather, We Should Stick Together'

Quotes:

"Let's See How Nicely You Sing for Me, Little Bird." "Why Is a Raven Like a Writing Desk?" "Their Songs Too Sweet and Wild…" "Nothing in the World IS Quite as Adorably Lovely." "Don't Feed Them. You'll Never Get Rid of Them." "Pigeons Are Underrated." "From Birds She Learned How to Sing." "You Make Me Wanna Build Something Real." "Take Me Under Your Wing." "Are You Okay? You Look a Bit Ruffled."

[storiesbyshadow]

Shelter From The Storm

Fandom: Jurassic World: Rebirth

Pairing: Dr. Henry Loomis x Reader

Rating: Teen

Tags: Slight Angst If You Squint, Storms, Huddling For Warmth, Pining, Tension.

Word Count: Around 1000

Written For: @badthingshappenbingo @fandom-free-bingo @julybreakbingo

Squares/Prompts Filled: I3 - Caught In A Storm for BTHB | Card A: O3 - Stranded for Fandom Free Bingo: Virtues and Vices Edition | O2 - Huddling For Warmth for July Break Bingo

Dividers By: @saradika-graphics

Requested By: See this ask

The deeper you and Henry hiked into the jungle, the quieter the world became. Even the birdsong seemed to thin out under the thick, shadowed canopy, the air growing heavier with every step.

Your shirt clung to your back, the humid weight of the afternoon pressing into your skin. But you didn’t complain. You wouldn’t dare. Not when you were lucky enough to be the one person he’d chosen to accompany him.

The rest of the expedition team had stayed behind at base camp. Equipment failures, heat exhaustion, and a faulty satellite phone had left most of them stuck reorganizing and recalibrating for the next leg of the mission.

But Henry? He wasn’t the type to sit and wait. When reports surfaced of a rare breed, the Dromaeoraptor minor, small and fast, and long thought extinct, he’d packed a field bag and asked for you.

You didn’t ask why. You just said yes.

“I’m seeing deeper impressions now,” Henry murmured as he crouched near a patch of disturbed earth, his gloved fingers tracing the faint outline of clawed toes. “Could mean the juvenile was feeding here recently.”

You hovered nearby, watching him work, watching how focused he became when he was in the field. His brow furrowed, a pencil tucked behind his ear. The rain hadn’t started yet, but the clouds above rumbled with warning.

You cleared your throat. “We should head back soon.”

He glanced up at the sky. “We have at least an hour.”

You had less than twenty minutes.

When the storm hit, it came without mercy. One moment it was muggy and still, the next you were soaked head to toe in a downpour so thick it blurred the trees. Thunder cracked overhead, loud enough to make you flinch.

“This way!” Henry shouted over the roar, grabbing your arm and dragging you through the underbrush. He wasn’t yelling out of fear. It was controlled, precise, and urgent.

You stumbled after him, clinging to his jacket as the two of you pushed through vines and fallen trees until he spotted a narrow overhang carved into a hillside. Barely enough space to shelter a person and their pack, let alone two full-grown adults.

But you didn’t have much choice.

By the time you collapsed beneath the overhang, you were shaking.

It wasn’t just from the cold. It was everything, the storm, the proximity, the tight space. The fact that Henry’s hand had lingered just a moment too long when he helped you inside. You curled your knees up, shivering hard despite your best efforts to keep your composure.

Henry crouched beside you, his sharp gaze assessing. “You’re soaked.”

You managed a weak smile. “So are you.”

He didn’t smile back. Just pulled off his outer jacket, his soaked white shirt beneath clinging to his chest and arms. “Here.”

You tried to protest, but he shook his head, already draping the jacket over your shoulders, adjusting it carefully so it covered the back of your neck. His hands brushed against your skin and you flinched, not from discomfort, but from the warmth in his touch.

It was always like that with him. Unspoken. Heavy with meaning neither of you dared to unpack.

He sat down beside you with a sigh, his back braced against the stone wall, boots stretched out in front of him. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You could feel your body starting to tremble harder as the night chill crept in, despite the coat.

“You’re still shaking,” he said quietly.

You tried to laugh. “My body disagrees with your jacket’s effectiveness, Dr. Loomis.”

He exhaled, jaw tightening. Then he patted his lap “Just Henry, and come here.”

You blinked. “What?”

“If we don’t conserve heat, we’re going to be in trouble by morning. I’m not taking that risk.”

Before you could respond, he was shifting, moving closer, pulling you gently into his side. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, adjusting the jacket to cover you both. One leg folded beneath yours. The other draped just close enough to keep the warmth in.

It wasn’t exactly comfortable. Not physically. But emotionally, your heart was another story entirely.

You tried not to overthink the way your cheek pressed to his chest, how solid he felt beneath you, how safe. His breathing was slow, measured. You could hear it, feel it beneath your ear.

For a while, there was nothing but the storm and your rapid heartbeat.

Then, in a low voice, he said, “I shouldn’t have brought you.”

You tensed. “What do you mean?”

“I should’ve waited...brought a full team. Not dragged you into this mess.”

You looked up, brow furrowed. “You didn’t drag me. I came of my own free will.”

His expression didn’t change, but something in his jaw softened. “I know. I just…” He hesitated, searching for the words. “I try not to make decisions based on instinct. But this time, I did. I asked for you.”

You blinked, confused. “Why?”

Another pause. Then, softly: “Because I trust you. And because when you’re around… I work better.”

The admission made something ache inside your chest. You didn’t know what to say, just leaned in a little closer. Henry didn’t move away. He adjusted slightly, holding you tighter, like it was second nature.

The warmth between you slowly chased away the worst of the cold. The storm outside still raged, but in the cocoon of his arms, it felt distant.

Your breathing slowed. Your eyes fluttered shut.

And eventually… sleep took you.

Henry felt the shift the moment your body went still against him. He glanced down, barely turning his head, and found your face tucked into the hollow of his shoulder, lips parted softly, eyes closed.

Asleep.

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe too loud. Just stayed there, holding you carefully as the storm roared on.

When his coat slipped down your shoulder he adjusted it silently, making sure it stayed wrapped around you. He used his shirt to dab gently at the side of your neck where rainwater still clung.

Every few minutes, he glanced down again. Checking. Making sure you weren’t shivering. That you were breathing steady. That you were safe.

He was supposed to be studying fossils. Evolution. Ancient bones.

Not the curve of your cheek against his chest.

He told himself it didn’t mean anything. That this closeness was necessity. Survival.

But the truth, quiet and stubborn, settled in his chest like a fossil beneath the earth.

He cared about you...too much.

And he wasn’t sure if he was ready to face what that meant. So he stayed still, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

And as the storm passed slowly into the night, he stayed awake, just in case.

[darthbloodorange]

Bucky returns from a solo mission in good spirits.

For the: ✦ Fandom-Free-Bingo Build-a-Bingo: March - "What's Black and White and Red All Over?" [Quotes]

Word Count: N/a - Art Title: Black and White and Red All Over Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Warnings: Blood Major Tags: Humor, Established Relationship, Bad Jokes, Happy Bucky Barnes, Avenger Bucky Barnes ~ Summery: Bucky returns from a solo mission in good spirits.

[eros-heartache]

Don't be a Richard.

Paring: Cooper Howard | The Ghoul/Lucy MacLean

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,410

Summary: Lucy and Cooper have a chance meeting at an industry party

Created for:

Ghoulcy Week 2026 - Day 1 Prompt: Pre-War AU

Bingo fills below the cut:

@multifandom-flash

Multifandom - Flash Round 2: Forgot I Could Change The Rules

Valentine's Day: Not a Date

Pour me a Bingo - Alcohol Version: Heal It with Booze

New Year's Resolution - NSFW: Lingerie

@fandom-free-bingo:

Blue Edition: One Track Mind

National Relaxation Day: Self-Care

Bug Edition: An Eye for An Eye // Even When I Lose Im Winning

Half-Baked Edition: Do it Again // Cowgirl Position

Fool's Edition: Spontaneous Decision

Gingerbread Edition: Under the Stars // Cock Warming

[dvrkblooms]

The Taste of Blood and Wine

Read on Ao3 and Squidge

Chapter 2: Whispers of the Past

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: E / NC-17

A/N: A paranormal romance set in a dark omegaverse!

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Achillean Romance, Age Difference, Creature Feature, Dark Romance, Gothic Fiction, Modern Era, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Teaser

Playlist

Bingos and Events:

@anyfandomdarkbingo - "How long have you had this planned?"

AU Challenge - Secret Society

@au-roulette - Gothic Horror

@avengers-assemble-bingo

AA03 - Alpha/Beta/Omega, Roommate Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo (4B025) - Roommate AU Kinky Bingo (KB05) - Edging

@bloodyheartsbingo: A Vesper Bleeding on Your Lips’ Card (Bloody Hearts Mini Bingo I)

My Hero: General - Friend showing up with the thing you hadn't realized you forgot

@buckybarnesevents: Hot Bucky Summer 2025 - Free Week

@buckyboybingo - Secret Society

@challenge-of-wheels-and-words - Title Format

@character-plus-bingo: Bucky's Card - Free Space

@darkacademiabingo:

Dark Academia Bingo - Gothic Fantasy AU Dark Academia Scenarios Flash Event - An elegant invitation bleeds old money

@darkspicyevanstan - Gothic Fantasy

@eclipsingbingo:

Biting The Rising Moon Flash - Cum Eating

@fandombingo:

Dark Deception Bingo - Free Space Neverwhere Bingo - "I can't stay here." Valentine Trope Flash - Raspberry Hibiscus Sorbet Wonderland Bingo - Loss of Innocence

@fandom-free-bingo:

Dream Edition - "Seriously, now?" July Edition - Free Space Tolkien Edition - Family Relics

@halcyonianlove - B2S: Secret Society

@intotheomegaverse & @stuckygeekevents: Omegaween 2025 - Black Cat

@julybreakbingo '25 - Circle of Friends

@seasonaldelightsbingo: Cozy Feels Bingo - The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

@steverogersbingo - A2: They Were Roommates

@stuckybingo - B2: Rivalry + July Monthly Prompt: Time

@winterbreakadvent '24 - Week Two: Day 13 - Hair on End

@wintershieldbingo - Home

@yearoftheotpevent: 2025 - April: "Right in front of my salad"

Summary

Bucky Barnes, an unmated omega at 29 and fresh out of grad school, is considered a spinster and way past his prime. When he receives a mysterious package, his luck seems to begin to change.

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[someacedude]

Too Far From What Matters

Fandom: Shoot From The Hip Sketches; Murders in Space

Rating: General

Word Count: 1365

Event: Fandom-Free Build-A-Bingo • January 2026

Host: @fandom-free-bingo

Prompt: Angst; Separated by space and time

AO3

Notes: Found another writing event that fascinates me and makes me want to write more!! No idea how many of these I'll do per month, my goal is at least five but we'll see. Being that January's theme is Sci-Fi, and the SFTH obsession does not stop, it seemed like the perfect chance to try my hand at a Murders in Space story! James is such a compelling character to me, I hope I did him justice here!

Johnson had been ungodly chipper for fourteen weeks straight. You'd think his unwavering optimism and star-stuck attitude about travelling through time and space in search for a new planet, to save humanity, would have dwindled at some point.

Yet every day was the same with that man. He treated the job like a school trip.

"We're in space, James! Distant space! Farther than anyone's ever gone! This is crazy! It's — it's exciting!"

They were there for a purpose. Not some field trip. They were on a very, very important mission. For the greater good of humanity. A mission that could very, very easily go very, very wrong.

How he ended up with the job was beyond James.

That's not to say Johnson was stupid. He was still a scientist and astronaut after all. But God was he annoying.

James spent fourteen weeks listen to that man. Narrating every action. Celebrating small, expected moments like a child. Incorrectly talking about how long they'd been up there.

But things changed, fifteen weeks in. It was getting harder and harder to tell how many years had passed on Earth. At least ten. Was more then they expect by this point in their journey.

James found Johnson sitting in his seat, staring blankly ahead of him. No hello, no unnecessary narration. Silence. Oddly uncomfortable silence.

"Johnson?"

"What?"

"Everything good here? With the ship?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Good."

He should be glad. All James did was complain about Johnson's hopeless, optimistic bullshit, and he seemed finally done with it.

But not because of James complaining. Something else…

"Everything alright with — uh — with you?"

Johnson glanced over his shoulder, almost surprised by James question.

"I think we're fucked James."

"What?"

"This mission — this ship — James it's been fifteen weeks and we've found nothing!" Johnson snapped. "Nothing we thought was out here is anywhere close — there's no planets — I — I haven't seen my wife in ten years! I've missed my kids growing up… and for what? What have we even—"

Johnson stopped himself mid rant. He sat up a little straighter, taking a slow, deep breath.

"Wow. Sorry about that. Just… intense. Been a long day. Think I'm just tired. Worrying about my family is all. The mission is fine. We're only a little behind schedule. I'm fine. It's — it's fine."

…

"Alright then."

What the fuck else could he say? Sure, James expected the severity of their situation to hit Johnson eventually. But not with such a short-lived explosion of thoughts and emotions.

He was such a strange man.

James retreated to the small sleeping quarters the pair shared, mostly to avoid having to address Johnson's mini outburst. It was probably best to let him deal with his clearly mixed emotions anyways.

He sat on his cot, his small bag of personal belongings catching his eye.

Hardly anything in there. Just a few things the station said they could bring. To "remind them of home" or whatever. James has almost completely forgotten about it. Hadn't had time for sentimental memories. Didn't even remember what was in it. Yet his hands were still drawn to the bag.

First wasn't a surprise, a leather-bound book of his filled with past blueprints and designs. Most were nothing, some lead to what made the very ship he road function. It had been a birthday present. His father had made the cover by hand.

Next was an old lighter than had never worked. A gift from his sister, when he was fifteen. An inside joke, because of how often he'd stolen and then lost her lighters throughout the years. The sight of it now still made James smile.

Lastly, another book. The size of a school notebook, a plain black cover. Not something he recognized like the other two. Pressed between the pages, however, was dozens of drawings done on loose paper.

Clearly ordered, the first ones being hardly more than crayon scribes, then a few recognizable shapes, then letters and the scarce word. The crayons were replaced with coloured pencils, shaky lines now steady, abstract imagines getting clearer and clearer.

The further into the book, the newer the art. A time capsule of a developing skill. The last few pieces were full, detailed characters straight from the artists own imagination.

At the end of the book, a printed photo of James and a teenage boy, both laying in what had once been a neatly raked pile of fresh fall leaves.

"Dad, seriously? Why do you still have all this?"

"Because you gave it to me. I keep all the art you give me."

"Okay but I would have been like, three when I did some of these."

"Exactly. When you become a famous artist, these originals will be worth millions. Or I can just brag about having an original piece."

"You're such a dork sometimes."

James didn't realize he'd started crying till a tear hit his own face in the photo held in his hand.

Ashton… his one and only child.

They'd lost his mother when he was just five. After that, it was just the two of them against the world.

Sure, James' father and sister helped when they could. But they had their own lives, James didn't like to rely on them. So, for most of it, it was just him and Ashton.

The boy had always had a knack for art. James loved just how much he loved it. Since he was old enough to find the words to ask, every birthday and Christmas all he ever wanted was more set supplies. Crayons, colour pencils, markers, paints, pens, paper.

They'd dedicated a room in the house to it. It'd technically been James' office, but pushing a desk over to make room for another was easy. It became their office. The number of days they'd spend together, either blasting music while both worked, or talking away while getting significantly less work done, those moments were James' favourite.

But even such found memories of his son didn't stop the tears. How could they? When the last thing Ashton and he ever did was yell at each other?

His son hated the space mission the moment it was first brought up. The idea of his father leaving for what could be years on Earth, guess it was no surprise he wasn't exactly on board.

James thought he'd warm up to it, but as the mission date got closer, Ashton seemed to be getting further and further.

Three days before he was set to leave, they'd gotten into a screaming match. Not their first, but far, far more emotional than any other.

James tried to explain as clearly as he could, that the mission was for the greater good of humanity. Finding a new planet, a better one. When they found it, Ashton would be one of the first there to come live with them. It would suck to be apart, but it was for the greater good.

Ashton didn't see it that way. He saw it as his father abandoning him. Choosing work over his family. A deep betrayal from the man he trusted most, who seemed far too okay with only his son not seeing him for at least several years.

He left their house that night. James confirmed he went to stay with a friend. He tried to give him space, but he still had to leave.

He called three times the night before, left a couple texts. Twice the morning of. Another time on the drive to the station. Once more right before he boarded the ship. But he didn't answer.

James cursed under his breath as he closed the picture back into the book. He rubbed his eyes, tears still dripping down his face despite his best efforts.

Ten years had passed on Earth now. At least. Ashton would be twenty-four.

He'd missed ten years of his son's life. Missed getting his learners, his license, pretty much all of his high school years, his graduation, his first drink — fuck he could have graduated college too. James didn't know. He didn't know anything about his own son anymore. Nothing.

And for what? Had all this been worth it?

Johnson was right. They were fucked.

[blackwood4stucky]

do you trust me with your scars, enough to show me your heart

author: aspen blackwood

series: wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | fic playlist

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 11,037 | multichapter fic

read ch 1: a maze you love getting lost in

tags: blood, creature!stucky, a very soft first time, non traditional omegaverse, pre war stucky, sexual content

Steve hesitated by the entryway to the kitchen. Just being around Ma Winnie made him nervous given how he felt about her son. - a dark and twisted fairytale

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | confession of feelings

@anyfandomangstbingo | hurt/comfort

@anyfandomgoesbingo | confession of feelings

@ao3tagbingo | scent kink

au challenge | fae au

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | fairies/fair folk

@avengers-assemble-bingo: [aa002] | anal play

@badsexbingo | free space

@bloodyheartsbingo: twilightdreams' card [bloody hearts bingo i] | all mine [nsfw: bloody] | kissing/biting their partner so hard during sex that they draw blood

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | u4: friends to lovers

@buckyboybingo | fae

@character-a-character-b:

emotions | finding comfort in each other's arms & bodies holiday | free space spooky | a night of passion beneath a blood moon romance | rough passion winter | body heat under a shared blanket

crossover bingo | multiple orgasms

@darkspicyevanstan | unseelie

@dark-stucky: bucky's birthday bash 2025 | jealousy

@deaddovedec: 2024 | week 1: day 7 | free day

@deaddovekink:

august heat | mating cycles: heats + marking: scents frisky feb | groping monsterfcking march '23 | beasts of myth: fae monsterfcking march '24 | bizarre biology: abnormal body parts

@eclipsingbingo

card 1 | soulmate au card 2 | alternate universe

@fairytalebingo | court of night

@fandombingo

the little prince | moonlight wonderland | loss of innocence

@fandom-free-bingo

august chaos | friends to lovers dream | free space gingerbread | falling asleep on one another, moving closer in bed july | blushing maritime may | best friends to lovers, fae au medical | omegaverse au october | tentative smile wild | childhood friends world book night | fairy circle

@fictionaldelightsbingo: under the sea bingo | their heart stops

@halcyonianlove | fae

@herohardshipsbingo | road trip

@hurtcomfort-bingo:

hurt and comfort | first love pick your poison | fever, swallowing

@julybreakbingo: post july 24 | soulmates

@marvelousyahtzee | 2s: kneeling, flowers, fight, holding hands, jealous

marvel-smash-bingo | best friends to lovers

@multifandom-flash: here there be monsters bingo | mystery monster

@seasonaldelightsbingo:

cozy feels | dark academia card: shadows types of love | card 1: free space

@sebastianstanbingo | sharing a bed

@secretcrypticevents: into the wilds bingo | unseelie

@stuckybingo | huddling for warmth + music [march prompt]

@sweetspicybingo:

beginning | first "i love you" hurt/comfort | deep conversations lyrical | sweet touch / you've given me too much to feel winter | fairy lights

@thebo3bingo | cock warming

@thefairytalebingo | the fair folk

@winterbreakadvent 24 | just the tip' leads to full penetration leads to feelings realization

@wintershieldbingo | canon divergence

@writersmonth | fairy

@yearoftheotpevent | february: bed sharing

read ch 2: heart made of glass, my mind of stone

ao3 | sqwa

[melodyattheend]

Coming Home

Fandom: Beauty and the Beast Rating: E Tags: Bodyguard AU, British!Belle, French!Beast, Belle is an author, hidden virginity, oral (both) CW: Sex, Oral Sex, Choking on Dick, Gun Violence (not on screen, mentioned in passing before the smut) Challenges below the fold

Excerpt:

She placed the pot back on the tray and nodded serenely toward the cup closer to him. He dutifully took it, but waited until she took her own cup and sipped to take a sip of his own. He wasn't a tea guy, but it was fine enough. "It's a shame," she said quietly over the clink of porcelain, "that you're not French." He swallowed hard, his heartbeat pumping in his ears. "Why's that?" Her eyes flicked up to his and he supressed a shiver. "I'm not ashamed to admit I have a type," she said, letting her body relax into the chair. It was like a mask slipping off, and it made him melt a little.

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February Ficlet Masterlist

Check below the fold for tags, prompt list, and bingo boards!

Challenge: @februaryficletchallenge on Tumblr Prompt: B is for Baggage and Bodyguard AU

Challenge: @au-pril-blog on Tumblr Prompt: Bodyguard AU (couldn't help double-dipping on this one lol)

Challenge: @fandom-free-bingo's Build-a-Bingo Prompts: - January: “Contrary to Popular Belief, I Know Exactly What I’m Doing.” - February: Lousy With Virginity, Forbidden Fruit Tastes the Sweetest - April: Hiding Sex Toys; Their House, Their Rules.

Challenge: @multifandom-flash's International Women's Day Bingo Prompt: English Rose

Challenge: @fandombingo's Kisses, Chaos, and Catastrophe Prompt: "Are you always this forward?" / "Only when I'm interested."