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[thinkingaboutrylandgrace]

YOOOOOOOO

@creetchure just wrote an AMAZING fic fulfilling my prompt in the ficbox event!!!!!! :D!!!!!

it’s a techno-centric, bedrockbros, sbi, actors au oneshot!! + hurt/comfort and of course found family <3

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

the prompts were given out like 3 days before and it finished it so quick literally speed!!! 5.4k words like!!!!!!!

[thinkingaboutrylandgrace]

@enderpearlnecklace just slayed a fic fulfilling my fic prompt for the ficbox event!!!!!

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

:D

in which techno is a famous actor (and a diva 👑💅🏻) and tommy is that intern that does everything ever and maybe techno was annoyed of a newbie working with him at first but bedrockbros they’re brothers now <33333

techno-centric, bedrockbros focused mostly and diva techno yassssssss

[attex]

Hi, Fic anon here! Finally back after a while, I've been writing still, but I have a bad habit of writing filler instead of just getting to the point... so I will send it once it actually gets to Subspace breaking Medkit's skull open and fucking his brains out.

i love that youre choosing to give an update like this

[attex]

Medkit thoroughly tortured, every bone in his body broken to the point he's barely alive and basically a boneless plushie to be fucked and cuddled at Subspace's whim at this point. Every movement is brutal pain, even trying to shift in bed to get "comfortable" is agonizing. Subspace loves to gloat about how "nice" it is for Medkit to be in his bed, to feel lucky for that kindness. The supposedly "soft" sheets seem to make imprints into his twitching skin, the muscles full of bone shards spasming painfully just below. Medkit can barely breathe, his ribs cracked and broken in many places. His torso is littered with open or stitched wounds where Supspace fucked his guts while he could only lay there, crying and whimpering, eye rolling back from the sheer physical trauma and agony of the moment.

Medkit was in and out of consciousness the entire day, his fractured thoughts racing. Subspace said tonight would be special. That usually means another hole, or a limb removed, or whatever torture Subspace cooked up. Medkit doesn't know. That's almost worse. It will be worse.

Subspace returns that night, as he always does, not even needing to restrain Medkit to the bed anymore. No, Subspace's already beaten him black and blue the first six times He found Medkit on the floor, in various stages of trying to drag his broken body to the locked door. He doesn't need to anymore. Medkit's eye follows Subspace's movements, the predatory way Subspace's eye also follows him laid on the bed, knowing each moment of waiting made it more unbearable.

"I bet you're excited to know my plans for tonight, Meddy." Subspace purrs, stripping off his work uniform and shrugging off the coat haphazardly onto the cold floor. He removed all the compression garments that kept his rot in place, sighing in relief from the lack of restriction, "I know I am..."

Medkit can only look at him, talking another exhausting practice at this point when his breathing was speeding up, his shattered ribs creaking as they rub together. Even after all this time, he was scared. Even after all this time, his dick twitches traitorously, to Medkit's immediate disgust.

Subspace climbs into bed, gas mask the last to come off as he takes Medkit's lips, kissing roughly and biting onto his hated enemy's bottom lip hard enough to bleed. Subspace relishes the soft whimper and grunt from Medkit as he rolls on top of him, shivering as he felt the broken bones of Medkit's ribs and the fresh stitches pressed to his body. Hungry kisses, barely enough to be called a kiss as Subspace forces his tongue down Medkit's throat, taking and claiming every inch. It would be the last time he'd feel Medkit move, after all. Medkit's broken jaw made it easy to kiss him now, another bit of "training" Subspace had to impart on his captive.

Medkit wheezes, trying desperately to breathe in, heart pounding out of his chest and against Subspace's own as their bodies laid together. Subspace's rotted lips leave Medkit finally, who chokes and coughs for breath. Medkit shudders, already exhausted but knowing this was just the start of the night and only Subspace knew what happened next.

for the people to see

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[garnetrena]

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

Titre : Le Vœu de Probité

Auteur : soleil_ambrien/ @ambrena

Fandom : Kaamelott

Genre : gen

Personnages : Yvain et Gauvain (présence d’Arthur, de Bohort, d’Anna et de Loth)

Nombre de mots : ~1000

Disclaimer : Cette version finement ciselée de la chevaleresque légende arthurienne appartient à Alexandre Astier.

Résumé : Quand les Petits Pédestres prononcent leur vœu de probité, Gauvain s’acharne sur son fourbe de père afin qu’il le respecte lui aussi au quotidien. Yvain, lui, n’a toujours pas compris ce que le mot voulait dire.

Notes : L’action se passe pendant le tome II du livre IV, avant l’épisode « Le Choix de Gauvain ».

[garnetrena]

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

Titre : L’Inscription

Auteur : @ambrena/soleil_ambrien

Genre : gen

Persos : Arthur et Perceval (+ un vieux)

Disclaimer : Cette version de la légende arthurienne appartient à Alexandre Astier.

Nombre de mots : 305

Résumé : « Et vous savez qu’il y a une inscription au fond du Graal », déclare Arthur à Perceval au livre V. Voilà la première fois où ils en ont parlé.

Notes : Ficlette dédiée à @bisexual-spies, @chonaku-things et @calimera62 ; je l’ai commencée et continuée à l’anniversaire de chacune d’entre elles, mais c’est le dernier qui m’a motivée à finir ! Bref, enjoy ;)