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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."

[someacedude]

Story Time

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!

[puermiles03]

The heat in Tulsa was a physical weight, a thick, suffocating blanket that pressed down on the pavement and made the air shimmer with a nauseating haze. Most of the town had retreated into the belly of the bars and diners, clinging to the last gasps of evasive coolness. Buck’s was a furnace, so Dallas had abandoned it, his shirt sticking to his back, wings folded tight against his spine like a heavy, sun-baked cloak.

He ghosted through the alleys, a shadow moving between shadows, until he hit the Shepard house. It wasn't much better- the single old window unit was wheezing its last breath- but the living room was a localized sanctuary. The twins were sprawled across the floorboards in a tangle of limbs and feathers, a rusty electric fan oscillating between them.

"Where’s Tim?" Dallas didn't bother with a greeting.

Angela pointed toward the bedroom without looking up from her cards, her magpie feathers ruffled in a state of lazy contentment.

Dallas kicked the bedroom door open. The room was stifling, and Tim was a wreck of a bird. He was draped facedown across the mattress, his massive Andean Condor wings splayed out to their full, awkward length. He’d clearly sacrificed the fan to the twins; he was baking in the stagnant air of the bedroom, his feathers puffed out in a desperate, instinctual attempt to shed body heat.

Dallas leaned against the doorframe, a lopsided grin pulling at his mouth. "Look at the big, bad Condor. Defeated by a little humidity. You look like you’re ready to drop dead, Shepard."

Tim didn’t even turn his head. He just let out a low, guttural hiss, the sound vibrating in his chest, and rattled his flight feathers- a sharp, aggressive click-clack that echoed like gunfire.

But the Notches of Your Spine are Looking Sharp Tonight. - @hintonchallenge summerfest "fan", @fandom-free-bingo "wingfic au", wingverse

[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.

[niket1222]

#दुर्लभ_दर्शन_संत_के करलो किस्मत वालों

Blessed are those who get the rare glimpse of a TRUE SAINT.

KABIR,sant milan koon chaliye, taj maya abhimaan.

Jo jo kadam aage badhe, vo hi YAGYA sman.

[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."

[ghostofafruit]

My Favourite Colour (the colour of your blood), written for @swoon-june Day 26: Red and @fandom-free-bingo March Build a Bingo: "It's Colourful!" "It's covered in blood!"

Fandom: Wednesday Ship: Wednesday/Enid Wordcount: 688

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Red is, undoubtedly, a colour. Regardless of it's origin, red is a colour. Wednesday knows this. She had checked, just in case. And Enid, well she had made a comment about wishing Wednesday would be a little more colourful on their dates Tags: Blood, Date Night, Established Relationship

Today's swoon june fic is here, and with it I am back on track! The ship was picked from a wheel, and was one of over 170 ships

I swear ao3.org links are the bane of my existence, they refuse to work for me atm for some reason :(

[sunny-sinflower]

🌻 Baby, Don't You Worry, I Got You 🌻

🌻 The Outsiders

🌻 General Audiences

🌻 1/1

🌻 1,170

🌻 Two-bit Mathews, Dallas Winston, Tim Shepard

🌻 Two-Bit Mathews & Dallas Winston, Two-bit Mathews & Tim Shepard, Dallas Winston/Tim Shepard, Dallas Winston/Two-bit Mathews

Implied Future Tim Shepard/Dallas Winston/Two-bit Mathews

🌻Fandom Free Build-a-Bingo • @fandom-free-bingo 🌻

🌻 January • Apocalypse AU 🌻

🌻 Warnings (If Applicable) 🌻

N/A

🌻 Summary 🌻

Tim/Dallas/Two-bit Apocalypse AU, thought I would kick off with some fluffy and softness

Title from I Got You - Bebe Rexha

Dividers were created by and are owned by @lobster-graphics!

Two-bit tilted his head as he sat on the rooftop of an abandoned store, a bottle of beer sitting next to him, unopened but very much there. He was waiting for someone, or something to happen. Which ever came first.

"How in tha hell did'ya get up there, Two-bit?" Two-bit smirked in pride as he looked down and saw Dallas standing just in front of the store doors. He had his leather jacket hanging over his shoulders, but his arms weren't inside of it. Couldn't because of limited motion of his right arm from when he'd saved Two-bit's life a year ago.

It was a few months after the Apocalypse had started, and Two-bit's leg had gotten stuck underneath a piece of rubble. It had been a stupid dare that Two-bit still felt the need to completed, even after the person who had dared him too backed out. Hell, the kid had begged Two-bit to drop it too.

Two-Bit was as cocky as he was mean, so he'd done it anyway. And he got stuck, and a horde was making their way through the street soon after. Two-bit had tried to stay quiet, but one had been too close and Two-bit had shifted, and his leg started bleeding more than it had been sluggishly going.

He didn't really remember much after that.

He did remember waking up in the Shepard's house, wrapped up in some blankets and unable to move his right leg much, if at all. And a sleeping Dallas laying right on top of him. He had, understandably, freaked out and damn nearly scared the entirety of the Shepards and Dallas and Ponyboy—which he didn't even know that Ponyboy was friends with the Shepards, or close buddies with Dallas.

He'd been in and out of their orbit since then. Partly because his leg was still fucked, partly because he owed the Shepards a favor for saving his life, and partly because damn it all to hell and back, he was in love with Dallas Winston.

"I climbed." Two-bit responded, his cocky grin only getting a raised eyebrow from the other.

"Well, get yer ass down 'ere. We got places ta be." Dallas responded, and Two-bit sighed, grabbing his, still, unopened beer and tossing it down to Dallas, who caught it just barely. Two-bit shoved himself up and moved towards the side of the building so that he could climb down.

The fire escape gave out years ago, but there were still enough things stacks beside the old general store that Two-bit climbed up and down regularly. It's where he slept most nights when he didn't have somewhere to go.

Two-bit came out the alleyway, accepting his now opened beer from Dallas, and taking a swig of it as he fell into step with the hood. They were both hoods; just because the Zombie Apocalypse came around didn't stop them from committing crimes that were no longer enforced. There were enough survival groups for some consequence to happen.

"What's goin' un today?" Two-bit asked, humming as the bitter liquid went down too easy.

"Tim wants everyone nearby 'cause of'a incomin' horde." Dallas responded, and Two-bit would have stumbled had he not already been limping. Dallas had an arm thrown over Two-bit's shoulder now, his left arm because he could barely lift his right arm unless there was adrenaline running through his system, and even then it had to be enough that it would be in his system for hours after whatever caused it.

Guilt had never stuck so relentlessly to Two-bit before then, before now.

"Why would 'e wan' me 'roun'?" Two-bit asked, tilting his head as he took another drink before offering it to Dallas.

"Yer one'a us, why wouldn' 'e wan' ya 'round?" Dallas asked, sounded partially baffled as he accepted the drink from Two-bit and taking a swig of it. Two-bit mourned the warmth from Dallas' arm, but it was back too enough when he passed the drink back to Two-bit.

Two-Bit was also reeling from being told he was one of them.

Two-bit didn't get over being told he was one of them until they were coming up to a house that was hidden from those who weren't looking for it. It was in an abandoned section of Tulsa, because even during an Apocalypse no one was lucky enough to escape Tulsa, where there was a lot of overgrowth with the barest attempts at fixing that. The lights were off, like they normally were, and there seemed to be nothing going on inside.

"Com'on, tha kids should be somewhere in tha back," Dallas murmured, voice sounding heavy with something akin to exhaustion. Two-bit finished his beer, letting Dallas take the actual final drink. He'd throw the bottle out once he was inside, because Tim didn't like there being any risks around the kids. Ponyboy ended up shredding up his ankle when he was running from the undead that were following him while doing a food run with José, Victor, and Curly a few weeks prior.

Two-bit knew that Ponyboy was still on limited adventure, and it was wearing on the former track runner.

"Tim no' wit' 'em?" Two-bit asked, cocking an eyebrow and Dallas snorted.

"Nah, needed a break from 'em." Dallas had his signature cocky grin on his face, but there was something softer around the edges. Two-bit followed Dallas inside, tossing the bottle in the trash once he was inside. He was still following after Dallas, who was walking towards one of the bedrooms. Tim had to have been resting.

From what Dallas talked about, some time ago, Tim often stayed up at night to make sure nothing got the jump on the kids when they were sleeping. Sometimes Dallas joined him, sometimes Tim was watching over him too. Sometimes, Dallas was watching over him instead so that Tim could get decent sleep.

Two-bit stayed near the door while Dallas moved across the bedroom like it was his own—it was mostly true, anyways—and watched as Dallas gently woke Tim up, who only blinked at Dallas before scanning the room and finding Two-bit near the door.

"Ya comin'n or no'?" Tim asked, voice slurring a bit as he stayed as comfortably as he could in bed. Dallas glanced towards Two-bit and motioned him inside. Two-bit walked in and shut the door behind him. Tim hummed in appreciation. Two-bit hadn't realized how loud the house, or outside of it, was before the door was shut and he felt how quiet the room was. Dallas was laying in bed next to Tim in a few moments, motioning for Tim to join them.

Two-bit wondered, briefly, how this came to happen but joined them anyway. He ignored how he was being held by Tim from behind when Dallas suddenly yanked Two-bit to sprawl across from him.

Two-bit will deny the yelp that escaped him in favor of hiding his face against Dallas' shoulder. He was an unfairly nice pillow, despite how boney he was.