#perfect drabble

[ettelene]

Spring

A drabble for @silmsmutweek, Day 1.

Maglor sifts Daeron’s mane between his fingers: strong like vines but soft, almost liquid. It glows in the twilight, a whole spring unfolding under his hungry gaze. Enraptured by the Sinda’s ways, Maglor takes advantage of this liberty.

He brings a lock to his face and inhales its sweet, watery fragrance, moaning as his body responds with dizzying speed.

“Make love to me,” he whispers.

Daeron smiles, seeing in his eyes what he seeks. He pushes Maglor down to lie in the pillows, and he goes. Their faces are curtained by Daeron’s silvery cascade as their bodies twine as one.

[arizonapoppy]

Thrycevember Day 10: Cozy

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Blep.

Thrawn’s ysalamir sat next to her desk again. It swished its tail over the tiles, its four eyes blinking hopefully.

“Shoo,” Arihnda hissed. “I have reports to finish.”

Sdfghjkl. The nudge to her elbow left a trail of gibberish across the screen.

“Fine.” Arihnda rubbed her eyes and logged off the terminal. She followed the reptile to the couch.

The cushions welcomed her softly like a pile of ginned cotton after the harvest. “Let me have some of that blanket,” she pleaded with Thrawn. He tucked the edge around her as the thrice-mooned ysalamir smugly hopped up between them.

[cilil]

I was wondering if I could request Ossë for suntan/freckles prompt for Summer stories 2023...I so curious about how would YOU depict him :). I love your writings <3

Summer Stories

AN: Awww thank you! Hope you enjoy this little drabble - I read your headcanons for inspiration ^^

Prompt: Suntan/freckles | Ossë & Círdan (can be read as platonic or romantic) Synopsis: Ossë discovers something new about his fána. Warnings: /

"You have silver spots all over your fána," Círdan says, eyes gleaming with mirth as the Maia starts inspecting his blue-tinted skin. 

"I do?" Ossë turns his head to glimpse over his shoulder and down his back, then squints at his reflection in the water. "Hm. I didn't notice." 

"You've been at the beach often these days," Círdan notes. He appears to be contemplating something, until he suddenly smiles and pats Ossë's speckled shoulder. "I didn't know water Maiar can get freckles." 

"Freckles, you say?" Ossë looks down once more, then grins. "You know what? I think I like them."

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[mundrakan]

Prompt: Ensure

@wolfstarmicrofic

“He is safely under lock and key now, Sir.” The guard was uncomfortable under the gaze of a esteemed member of the Wizengamot. “We have done everything as specified.” In secret he wondered, if the company of that man or a Dementor was less preferable.

“But can you ensure that he won't ever see the light of day again?” The man was very insistent and the guard couldn't even tell why.

“He is mated to a werewolf. There is no such thing as sure in that case.”

“Then we better hope, the werewolf stays... occupied, shall we?”

[chaos-monkeyy]

A tiny fucked up fic about a tiny fucked up pirate that I wrote for a little friendly drabble challenge

(warning for drunk sex and Izzy-typical coping mechanisms)

…

It’s easier when he gets pissed first. 

Easier to forget; easier to tell himself, after, that he didn’t head off the ship looking to get fucked into oblivion again. Easier to pretend he didn’t beg desperately for more with every last, ragged gasp for breath. 

And when he’s so drunk he can barely remember his own name, he usually can’t get it up. It’s better, helps avoid the humiliation of knowing he blew his load just from being nailed through another filthy wall somewhere. 

He just wishes he could forget whose name he always cries out when he does come. 

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[mslanna]

"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

"Actually, yes." Sara propped herself up on one elbow scrunching her face up in her best serious expression. "Did you know that the Tempest had a plague of fabric moths? Nasty, I tell you. Almost unstoppable. Of course we have called an exterminator already, but it was too late to save any of my wardrobe."

She shrugged awkwardly. "So I thought I'd hide here for a while and maybe steal some of your clothes."

Evfra rolled his eyes. "You could just pay for them."

Sara fell back on the mattress dramatically, spreading her arms wide. “Now there is a thought..."

[arizonapoppy]

Domaystic Day 4: Unspoken Message

Day 4 of @domaystic

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Pairing: Arihnda Pryce x Thrawn

Rating: G

Word count: 100

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This investiture gala had lasted utterly too long. Surely Arihnda’s face was about to crack? The day started early with the picnic reception on the lawn of Moff Tigris’ mansion. (How many water credits did that lush grass cost?)

Now it was nearly 2300. She had a breakfast meeting of sector governors at 0800!

Across the room Thrawn discussed a small golden head on a pedestal with a professor from the Institute. He was having so much fun, it was a shame to cut it short.  

Catching his eye, Arihnda rubbed her earlobe between her thumb and forefinger. He nodded.

[arizonapoppy]

Domaystic Day 3: Tea or Coffee

Day 3 of @domaystic

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Pairing: Arihnda Pryce x Thrawn

Rating: G

Word count: 100

On Ao3

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No Tarine blend tea. No Tolek Farms caf.  

“Repeat that for me, Lieutenant?” Arihnda’s fingers clenched around the edge of the counter.

“Nnnoone at all, Governor. Sold out,” the young person stammered.

Thrawn placed his hand on her shoulder, steadying her. “Thank you, Lieutenant. You did your best. You are dismissed.”

After the door hissed closed, Thrawn wrapped a pale floaty scarf around Arihnda’s head.

“There’s only one thing for it. Come with me to my favorite shop in the next sector. We can sit on the balcony with our drinks. There’s such a lovely view of the artificial waterfall!”