#hungarianbee

[blackkatmagic]

Hey Kat! I absolutely love your work!

[trickyarchangel]

*cracks knuckles* Winterhawk: Shot in the heart

“There’s another way!”

“Take the goddamn shot, Barnes!”

Bucky aimed and fired. He was running for the edge in the next breath, catching the drainpipe of the next building to slide to the ground. Iron Man dropped down to Clint’s side with Dr. Cho. The nano-bot webbing bloomed over Clint’s chest as he coughed, wet with blood.

“H-hey,” he choked out to Bucky as he was lifted onto a stretcher. “Guess what?”

“What?” Bucky asked, worried.

“I was... shot…”

Bucky’s expression went flat.

“Don’t.”

“Shot... through the heart… and you’re to blame!”

“I hate everything about you.”

“You love me.”

Send me a pairing and a short prompt (max four words), and I’ll write you a drabble. The drabble will be no more than 100 words even if unfinished or in the middle of a sentence.

[kerfufflewatch]

*squeals excitedly* For the 5-sentence fic: whipped cream

I thought about going the obvious route with that but nah

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It’s Hanzo’s guilty pleasure nowadays, for when little pleasures are hard to find: one medium mocha from the coffee shop on the edge of Gibraltar, nonfat for a nod to his health but with an inch of whipped cream to forget it entirely. He’s always had a sweet tooth, which never even slightly abated with age, and now, well, he’s a nearly-40-year-old man ordering whipped cream on his chocolate coffee. 

McCree declares it “way too sugary, good god, that’s enough to kill a horse,” but that doesn’t stop him from stealing a sip of it anyway. 

“It is not for you, Hanzo reminds him, eyes riveted to a spot of whipped cream that has stuck itself to the corner of McCree’s mouth. McCree starts to say something else, but Hanzo interrupts him with a kiss, and thanks the universe for life’s simple pleasures.

[moon-theatre]

Okay, thank you for your lovely request ^^ I got really carried away by how cute i imagined this soft scenery and the fic turned out a bit... sugary. I really hope, you like it anyways ^^ (Also, affectionate Hanzo is everything to me)

He was so beautiful. He had changed, of course, but he was beautiful, nonetheless. Hanzo carefully ran his hand through his dearly beloved’s feathers. Once, Jesse’s wings used to be as white as snow and as bright as a December sky; now they had become a bit greyish.

“You are very untidy, Jesse McCree.”, Hanzo mumbled, as he reached out to remove some hairs, small sticks and leaves from the soft silver.

McCree chuckled, enjoying the gentle touches and movements. He felt his mate rearranging the wings, which were a bit messy, a bit holey, while he watched the curtains in front of slightly opened windows dance with the balmy wind. Garish light streamed through these elegant dancers, bathing the room in its pleasant shine.

“I don’t know, darlin’. Reckon I can’t help it. It’s jus’ how I am.”

Hanzo froze for a moment, drinking in each and every drop of this voice, which was so dark and full like molten chocolate. A moment passed until he continued grooming his lover.

“Ya mind if I brush yer hair later, honey?”

“Not one bit.”

“Great. I really love yer hair, y’ know? It’s so soft and silky. It’s almost like yer wings, doll.”

Another sigh escaped the older man’s throat. He could barely handle Jesse’s sweetness.

“You disarm me, Jesse.”

Tenderly, he sunk against his mate’s back, face nuzzling against the feathers, and wrapped his arms around Jesse’s body. There was no desire burning in his guts, only the purest admiration, and he could no longer restrain himself. Hanzo loved everything about his mate; his tan skin, his brown locks, his viscous voice, his loving words, his grey wings. The feeling he gave him. In fact, this man evoked feelings inside of him that he thought were long lost. Feeling safe and loved, for example.

Everything about him was simply beautiful. And mesmerizing. And inspiring.

Slowly, his fingertips stroked his mate’s muscles, the chiseled chest, where dark hair ran riot. And the countless scars carved into his skin. He, indeed, had changed, but nothing was meant to stay the same, forever. What truly mattered was Hanzo was able to learn loving each new thing about his partner; and each scar has its own story.

“You feelin’ good, darlin’?”

Jesse turned around to meet with caramel eyes, saturating with glee and serenity, and he instantly knew the question had been was unnecessary.  The larger man, completely enamored by these smitten eyes, drew Hanzo closer, laying a silvery blanket made of feathers around his shoulder.

[graysonflynn]

McHanzo + wing

title. as i tumble downwords. 509 words

“They really do look like little wings, though,” Jesse says, carding his hand through Hanzo’s hair.

“They are not wings.”

“Whatever you say, love.” Jesse grins, lightly tugging on one of the aforementioned ‘wings’. He ignores Hanzo’s quick glare, but winces at the sudden, sharp nip. “Hey!”

“I do not have wings,” Hanzo replies primly, looking absolutely unconcerned about having just bitten Jesse. And not even in a sexy way, too. “That is a ridiculous myth.”

Jesse rolls his eyes, settling back down into bed. “That’s what got you so riled up? Y’know I know you don’t have wings. You can go out in the sun. You don’t like garlic, but that’s a personal preference and not indicative of your entire species… do I have to go on?”

“No.” Hanzo touches one of the little tufts of hair that stick out from the sides of his head, black hair tinged with just a touch of grey. “My… brother teased me about them when we were young.”

Jesse blinks. “You don’t talk about him much.”

“I do not. It is… a painful subject.” Hanzo pauses for a long moment, so long that Jesse’s almost sure that he’s fallen asleep. But then he says, “You recall what Amelie said about our kind?”

“She said a lot,” Jesse replies. “But I’m gonna guess that you’re talking about her talk ‘bout redemption?”

“Yes.” Hanzo’s finger draws a lazy circle on Jesse’s chest, right around the scar above his heart that Hanzo left the first time he bit him. “I… my brother and I… fought. I had thought him dead, but a witch had found a way to save him. For a long time, I refused to believe it was him. By the time I accepted it… he was near death.”

He remembers the flickers from when they first shared blood. Of the man with the clockwork heart.

“What happened?”

“He forgave me,” Hanzo replies, more venom in his voice than Jesse expected. “I had done nothing to deserve it, but he still…” He sighs, roughly, “He was a better man than I could ever hope to be. I can only hope that one day I can redeem myself – prove myself worthy of his forgiveness.”

Jesse rolls over, resting his head on Hanzo’s chest, and peers up at him, “Not that it matters, but I think you’ve done more than enough. You’re not the person you used to be, Hanzo.”

“The person I was–”

“We both got a past, Hanzo, is what I mean.” Jesse grins up at him, “We’re both in this for the same reasons. We’ve done shit we’re not proud of and we’re trying to make the world a better place. But… we’re not the same people we were.”

Hanzo’s silent for a long time, then, “You really believe that.”

“I gotta. It’s all that keeps me going some days.”

“I do not know what I did to deserve you, Jesse McCree,” Hanzo says, pulling him up and kissing him deeply. “But I will be eternally grateful that I do.”

[continentcakeshop]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arnaghad/Erland of Larvik Characters: Erland of Larvik, Arnaghad (The Witcher), Idarran of Ulivo, Witcher Gerd (The Witcher), Maria Barring | Milva, Alzur (The Witcher), Ważka | Dragonfly (The Witcher), Philippa Eilhart Additional Tags: Cake Shop Fic, Cake, Discord Au, Meta Fic, Light Angst, past Erland/Alzur, Alzur can suck an egg, yes even in this verse i'm not a big fan lol, I'm my own beta, chat fic Series: Part 3 of Rivia & Lyria Discord AU Summary:

Someone ate Erland's cake. It's sadder than one would think.

Or: The cake is a metaphor.

[chameshida]

Heyy Tuna, I have a question. Recently I started playing BBS 'cause of you, and I really wanna pull some sweet 5* in the Halloween Gacha (currently having 580orbs). Should I pull single or multi? What's your experience? <3

Oh boy,

Well for me I usually go for the multi but that doesn’t necessarily be the good route. I don’t know what the other said on this matter but I just prefer having some sort of eh...not sure how to put it..anyway it’s better than constantly getting 3 star from the single and you don’t know when that’s going to change and usually out of five multi pull I would end up with five-star less turn 2/5 of the time plus since I don’t pull that many gacha I also have 3000 orbs saved in my hand and would multi pull when the number increse passed 3250 on occasion.

If you have nothing left to loose, I suggest you could pull multiple multi(or less if you’re lucky on the first pull) then used remaining 50 orbs on the double single pull. If you want to save some orbs for the later gacha you can pull one multi then the rest single until you reached the limit you put to yourself something like 100 gems. Hope this help you decided

[pastelsapphy]

I'm curious, soooo: McCree?

!!!!!!!!!

How often I play them: I don’t pay mccree too often anymore, altho I’ve been thinking of playing him again since I just got a new skin lolWhich maps I like to use them on: He’s pretty good for Route 66 and Hollywood!Which skin I currently have equipped: Riverboat! I got it in a loot box the other dayWho I ship them with: m c h a n z o

Send me an Overwatch character and I’ll tell you the above