#rated t

[children-of-the-force]

Sequence 04 is online!!

Read it here.

with fancy trailer shots for you mhmm mhmm

[itsmyfix]

Hallowed Ground

@drarrymicrofic | words: 55 | prompt: ground

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH— What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Err— pulling weeds?”

Harry gasped, affronted. “This is hallowed ground. We planted seeds of love here— do you even care?!”

“Harry—”

“Everything that grows here is natural— sacred. Not to be desecrated by… humanistic aesthetics!”

Draco sighed, exasperated. “I fucked you in the garden ONE TIME.”

[aziraphales-hidden-gems]

Aid and Comfort

by TurnSpitDog

Rated T,  12,693 words

Status: Complete

Summary: 

Cut off from access to Earth, the hosts of Hell find other ways to torment Crowley. Aziraphale provides a refuge.

Why We Love It: 

A story that sticks to canon, in this Book Omens fic Aziraphale and Crowley don’t live in each other’s pockets, and Aziraphale is actually rather snippy and somewhat protective of his private space. But when Crowley starts having a problem with Hell, Aziraphale immediately steps up to help him. 

With funny, clever dialogue, we’re treated to multiple scenes of how Hell is slowly driving Crowley mad, until the final, crucial scene where it seems all is lost. In the end, our angel and demon pair have to admit that they’re better off together than apart.  Obviously. 

Tags: Book Omens, Hell is terrible, BAMF Aziraphale, Moving in together, First Kiss

Review by @spectrallydistracted

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[haveyoureadthisgravityfallsfic]

Have you read "would you spare me your voice if i called?"

Yes

It's in my bookmarks/saved for later/I intend to now

No

No, and I don't read Gravity Falls fics

Voting ended on2h

Submitter's summary:

When Ford starts receiving completely silent phone calls for no clear reason, he sees it not as an annoyance, but as an opportunity. Who better to use as a sounding board for all your complaints than someone who never talks back?

Author:

@coldbronzemoon

[steddieunderdogfics]

never could be sweeter than with you by mseg_21

@steveseddie

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

23,356 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, POV Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Bed, Smoking, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Getting Together, 5+1 Things

Summary:

“Good morning, Mr. Munson, is Eddie home? Um, that’s a stupid question, of course he’s home.” Steve chuckles nervously. Steve. That’s Steve at Eddie’s door. “Is he awake?” “He’s awake, son, but I gotta warn you, he’s in a pissy mood today,” Wayne’s gruff voice replies. “Wayne!” Eddie protests loudly. “Just telling it like it is,” Wayne throws over his shoulder. “You still wanna come in?” He asks Steve. “If that's okay, Mr. Munson.” God, he’s so polite. Eddie hates that he finds it endearing. “Please call me Wayne, son.” Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to try and make himself look somewhat decent. Right away, there’s the sound of the door closing and then Wayne walks back into the living space with Steve in tow, looking perfectly put together in his neat polo shirt and blue jeans. Eddie is still in his fucking pajamas, for fuck’s sake. or 5 times Steve visits Eddie and lies about why + 1 time Eddie catches him in the lie

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[palerosetumbles]

Kingdon Microfic Month

Day 2: Champagne

@kingdonmicrofic

“Easy there,” Frank groans as he ushers an incredibly wobbly Mel back into her hotel room. The door slams behind them as one of his hands searches for the light switch and the other holds Mel upright.

Frank never should’ve let Mel out of his sight. The servers at the PTMC gala are always liberal in handing out their offerings of champagne and other libations. Mel had mentioned the other day how she wanted to “let loose for once” and she used that to her advantage, he supposes, in accomplishing her goal of releasing her inhibitions.

And Frank would never stop her from having a good time. Out of everyone at the PTMC, she deserved a pass to be a little messy. Still, when he found her hanging off of Trinity’s shoulder, loudly declaring to Jack Abbott, “I’m not even that drunk!!” Frank knew she was in fact that drunk. And as her friend, it was his duty to make sure she didn’t end up in a bad situation.

“But I dunwanna,” Mel whines, clinging to the collar of Frank’s disheveled suit and nearly dragging him down onto the floor with her. Thankfully, he manages to regain his footing quickly enough to, essentially, use the momentum to fling her towards the bed.

“Weeee!” Mel's voice rises and falls with glee as her back hits the mattress. “Do that again!!” she demands.

Frank digs his thumbs into his lower back and presses inward, stretching his abdomen until he feels and hears a pop.

“No way, party girl. You need water and rest,” he says and makes his way to fill a glass from the coffee bar with water from the bathroom sink.

“Awwww! You’re no fun…” he can practically hear her pout. Brows drawn up, pursed lips, watery eyes that looked ten times bigger thanks to her glasses. He definitely would bend to her whim if he could see her.

“I know, that’s why they call me doctor no fun,” he calls out over the rush of water filling the cup. When he returns, he finds Mel sprawled out on the bed, pancake style, holding her head. Groaning and rubbing her eyes beneath her glasses.

“Here,” he says, holding out the cup, “I don’t need to tell you that this will help, but…”

Her hazy gaze peeks out from under her hands, pushing her glasses up to her dewy forehead. It takes a bit for her eyes to focus on him, but when they do, Frank has to stop himself from commenting on how beautiful they look. Shimmering despite the shitty hotel room lighting and, you know, being intoxicated.

“How many drinks did you even have?” he asks instead.

“Uh…” Mel takes the glass and downs two large gulps of water, “more than five,” she admits sheepishly. Her face flush a deep shade that reminds him of a ripe cherry.

And Frank loves to sink his teeth into tart, juicy cherries.

“What am I going to do with you, Dr. King?” he hums, shaking his head, and sits at the foot of the bed to put as much space between them as possible.

Mel shrugs and takes another swig.

“You can stay till I fall asleep, I suppose? Make sure I don’t choke on my own vomit?” she says quietly into the cup, looking at him through lowered eyelashes and gently sucking along the rim of the glass.

Frank swallows. If he were a worse man, he’d crawl over to her and sober her up with his mouth. Drown her in kisses to those wet lips, scarlet cheeks and—

But he’s trying to be a good friend. Friends don’t take advantage of each other when they’re drunk.

“I can make that happen, but you gotta promise me you’ll drink all that water and some, yeah?”

Mel nods and gulps down the rest of her water.

“Fetch me another!” she jeers, waving the cup in his direction, in a mock British accent that Frank can’t help but laugh at.

“Of course, my lady,” he says in an equally ridiculous accent and takes the cup from her outstretched hand.

Again, he’s trying to be good.

692/158

[blutopaz15]

february ficlet fest: affection

rated t for suggestive content

s5 au where rayllum were intimate at the inn

fix you (coldplay)

ao3

It’s not that Callum minds, but—

Her lips keep going lower…and this doesn’t feel like it’s just Rayla kissing it better anymore.

It’d been one thing happily letting her take the washcloth out of his hand and another when she’d just—so sweetly—brushed her lips over the cut on his cheek, but maybe—

A loose little lock of hair brushes his belly, there at his navel, while she kisses a bruised rib better, and—

Maybe this is too much?

Even considering the weird whatever-they-are they’ve had going on since the inn?

That’s why he hadn’t panicked, of course, when she’d found him half-undressed here below-deck, when she’d trailed the wet cloth behind her lips on his cuts and scrapes, when she’d kissed him—for real:

The inn.

They’d been far more intimate than this that night—and in fits and starts since—and when she’d shown up down here, offering to tend to his wounds…well, he’d couldn’t help himself.

“Five minutes?” she’d whispered, forehead against his, with gorgeous heartache shining in lantern-glow-lit eyes…

For five minutes…

Yeah, he could let her love him for five minutes, hurt and lies aside.

Both of their hurt.

Both of their lies.

After all, it’s clear as ever.

After the inn, after the Bookery, after the last couple of days—

After everything—

He loves her.

Obviously.

—but her breath there on his stomach seems like more than the five minutes they’d bargained for.

Like she knows it is too, without a word, Rayla detours to his wrists, finding the dents and cuts that rough metal cuffs had left behind, and—

A lump grows in his throat.

He loves her.

He wouldn’t have done it otherwise.

—and Callum’s stomach churns at the thought of telling her of the dark magic he’d done.

She kisses a wrist’s sensitive underside and traces her way around it—oh-so gently—and he shouldn’t let her keep on without the truth of what else had happened below-deck, but—

It’s so nice—watching her take care of him the way he only lets himself dream about, feeling her gentle warmth passing over places that ache…and—best of all—knowing that all of it is a comfort to her, too.

Rayla gives him his hands back after a long, frowning examination of his purple knuckles and he knows her eyes are back on his body in search of more aches and pains to kiss better.

He sees it.

She sees it.

The bruise lower than his ribs: at his hip, halfway hidden.

Callum watches her swallow, watches her lick her lips—

—and watches her kiss her own fingertips, then press them there over his hip, light and brief, with a breathtakingly knowing smile.

Their time is up—or it is too much, after all?—and Rayla resignedly sighs:

“Five minutes.”

She kisses him again, though, in one swift movement, and…five minutes may be up, but she stays there after, anyway, forehead pressed to his—

—and Callum doesn’t mind.

[otterandterrierwrites]

Carefully, Leia picked her way off the dirt path, bordering the little watercourse so she could peer down below. The sight that greeted her felt like a physical blow, sudden, unexpected, violent. She felt hot and then cold and then nauseous, paralyzed and shaky, hyperventilating through the sharp pain in the middle of her chest. Dimly, Leia realized she was crying out. They weren’t on Lothal anymore. They were on Alderaan.

Mother, make me a song so sweet (2026)

Summary: While exploring an ancient Jedi temple, Han and Leia follow Luke through a portal that throws them into the World Between Worlds, an extra-dimensional plane within the Force where anything can happen. For Leia, it could be her one chance to fix the past... or make her peace with it.

Rating: T | Word count: 12,313