#short fics

[leighlalouu]

The only thing that Leon snacks on.. other than you.

With a bit of confusion you turned your head to face the doorway leading to the kitchen after hearing Leon call out your name. Setting the book you were currently reading on the couch, you turned your attention fully to where he was, spotting his tall figure. "Yeah? What happened?" A soft concerned hum left your lips, and without an answer you asked once more, "Leon? Are you okay?"

You heard the continuous clattering of items in the kitchen, furrowing your brows you decided to get up from the comfortable position you were in, legs tucked in, keeping yourself cozy underneath the blanket. Throwing the blanket aside you stood up, making your way towards the kitchen.

Peaking through the wooden doorframe, you watched as Leon opened cabinets full of food and snacks, leaving the cabinets ajar before he turned seeing you peak. "What happened Leon? Did you lose something?" you asked, chewing the inside of your cheek as you walked closer to him.

"The Oreos I bought.. they're gone.." Leon stared at you with the straightest face he'd ever gave, while you stood there absolutely stunned. Just as you were about to burst out in laughter until you realized how you were the suspect of the missing Oreos of Leon Scott Kennedy.

Leon was gone for about a week in a mission in another country, and just before that mission you both went grocery shopping and the only thing he probably bought with contentment would be the box of Oreos with 9 packs and when he was gone, you grabbed maybe a few packs as midnight snacks, binging your favorite TV shows—without even noticing how you already finished the whole box within the week. It was on your to-do list to get another box before Leon came back but it just got buried along with your other piled reminders.

Now there you were, standing in front of Leon guilty as charge. Other than the meals you cook for him, he would never snack on chips or candies, it was always just the crunchy chocolate cookies with the white filing this 49 year old man obsessed over.

"Okay uh.. Leon.." you muttered with a guilty expression on your face, standing in front of him with the best posture you could, pursing your lips in attempt to think of a good reasoning.

He suddenly crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you while raising his brows as if he was interrogating one of the bad guys in his line of work.

"I ate the whole pack when you left because it was my only snack! I said I was only going to have one but then I just.. It was delicious.. I'm sorry.." you confessed with a small pout, looking in to his eyes with the puppy-eyed gaze.

Leon's stern look faltered his lips curled into a small grin, letting your puppy-eyes get to him. "We're going to the grocery." "It's twenty minutes away Leon!"

[heated-rivalry-fic-recs]

Short Fic Recs

All of these fics are short, but still amazing fics. I didn't intend on them all being short, but I guess that's what I personally like to read. I hope you all enjoy them as much as I did!

Bon Voyage Voyageurs by Frostberry

General Audiences - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed

Spoilers for the book The Long Game

For his very last Montreal game, a reporter asks Shane a question about balancing hockey and his personal life concerning his boyfriend Ilya Rozanov. Shane answers them bluntly. “He’s not my boyfriend.” Naturally, everyone is devastated.

This fic was a really fun read! Despite how short it is, I found it to be enjoyable.

I'm Sorry if I Hurt You by mannaray

Teen and Up Audiences - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed

The Raiders have known about Ilya's Montreal girl Jane for years. After a rival game in Boston, they plot to find out who Jane is via stakeout. The only problem? The run straight into the Voyageurs. The Voyageurs have known about Shane's Boston girl Lily for years. After a rival game in Boston, they plot to find out who Lily is via stakeout. The only problem? The run straight into the Raiders.

It is not canon-compliant, but it is still a good read. I often find myself not reading anything with canon divergence, but I found myself enjoying this fic.

can't rush the dawn before it is time by Wretchedheart

General Audiences - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed

It was supposed to be a joke, okay? It was supposed to be funny, and they were all supposed to get a laugh out of it. Despite all of his protests, Hayden had thought he could get Shane to see the humor in it once he gave in. Except the longer Shane decidedly didn’t find it funny, the less entertaining it became for Hayden as well. Hayden hadn’t ever actually done a deep-dive into the whole Hollanov internet obsession. He wasn’t prepared to have the cornerstone of his worldview be destroyed by a youtube compilation video. -- The Montreal team watch a Hollanov compilation on youtube, for fun, and realize some things.

This is a great fic to read after the last one. Even though they have similar themes, the outcomes are very different. This fic is spoiler-free, but it is a good read if you have read The Long Game.

Shane's "Boston girl" loves Ilya Rozanov by vio_h13

Not Rated - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed

“Now Cap, I need to know… If your Boston girl is a hockey fan, who’s her favorite player? Cause if she’s a Bears fan…” he got cut off by Comeau, who said teasingly, “I bet she has an Ilya Rozanov poster up in her bedroom”. ------- Shane's teammates tease him about his Boston girl... who apparently loves the Bears?

This is short, but still a great insight into Shane's life during the events of Heated Rivalry. I wish there were more fics that exclusively had Shane in them.

As Long As We're Together by Amee19

Explicit - Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov - Completed

Shane's heart shatters when he finds a ring at Ilya's, the kind you propose with. A woman's ring. With Svetlana's name on it.

This has an nsfw scene in the middle of it. Additionally, this fic is canon divergent, which takes place during the events of Heated Rivalry. The tags say it's angsty, but it isn't too bad. Possibly, I feel that way because I've been reading too much angst. It is also tagged as a minor character death, but I think that is because it mentions Ilya's dad. Overall, this is a good fic with a happy ending.

[zaldritzosrose]

Countdown to HOTD Season 3: Week Two

What kinks would Baelor and his lover enjoy?

CW: NSFW, MINORS DNI, mentions of brat taming (Baelor to reader), soft domination, cock warming, semi public sex (Baelor's study), hand kink (reader to Baelor).

Words: 639

Being a busy man meant finding time for more carnal desires was like chasing smoke. But Baelor was nothing if not resourceful. Hours once spent alone in his office were now more often spent with you. Whether you simply existed in his space or actively helped him with his duties, you were there.

Though Baelor was not always as available as you wished him to be, and you would often choose to take matters into your own hands.

It was deep into the night and tonight you were restless. Your husband had been in his study every night, almost, for the past month. You shouldn't be angry, he was heir to throne and he took his duties to the realm seriously.

But he had duties to you too. Not just as a husband, but as a lover.

"I asked not to be disturbed," Baelor called out, without looking up.

You continued to approach, perching yourself on the edge of his desk.

"Not even by your wife?"

His writing remained uninterrupted. If anything, he looked a little put out. That didn't deter you, running your fingers over his forearm as he continued to write. Baelor shifted a little, but didn't push you away. But you could already see the muscle ticking in his jaw. You were under his skin already, good.

"Right now? Yes, even by my wife," Baelor responded, finally putting down his papers.

You enjoyed that Baelor held the reins. Gave you the freedom to play into your deeper desires without judgement. Because it gave him freedom too. To forget his duties, to forget what was expected of him. He could simply be yours.

"You have been in here, every night, for weeks, my love."

Your tone bordered on petulant. Baelor could even see the pout on your lips. It almost brought a smile to his lips. If he was really annoyed, he would have already sent you away.

"Petulance does not suit you," Baelor chuckled, leaning around you to reach another stack of papers.

"Then teach me a lesson, my prince?"

The hand reaching for the papers halted its path and grabbed you by the waist. Pulling you into his lap with a grunt. That same hand held you up as the other worked at the laces of his trousers. He never wore his tunic so late in the evening, thankfully. You knew what was coming and you could feel yourself tremble in anticipation.

"Well then, my sweet wife, show me how patient you can be," he whispered, lips brushing against your cheek.

"Warm my cock until I am done, if you are good then I will reward you as many times as you can take it."

You had heard other ladies comment on how 'beautiful' a man's hands could be. What they could do to a woman, especially. But you had never actually seen the appeal. Until you had met Baelor. As the betrothed of the heir to the throne, you had never expected a love match nevermind a lustful one. But that soon changed.

Baelor's hands were always warm. A little rough from using a sword. That was what you liked. The way the callouses would scratch against your skin, contrasted with the cool sting of his rings. And your husband had caught on quickly.

"You are staring again, my love," Baelor smirked, watching the way your cheeks flushed.

You couldn't deny it. You were staring. Watching as he spun the ring around his finger, an impatient habit he'd had for as long as you'd known him. Your cheeks were hot, and you could just tell Baelor knew what you were thinking.

His hand found the back of your neck, stroking soft circles beneath your hair, making a shiver run down your spine. A chuckle leaving his lips.

"You really do like them, don't you?"

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[sephy-sephy]

Jurion Patrick x reader

English is not my first language - expect mistakes / I'm not a good writer

Gentle / yandere

His touch is gentle... so gentle, you don't know whether to love it or not.

Jurion always treats you like you're a fragile easy to break porcelain doll.

The smile on his lips isn't genuine... you don't believe it anymore after he's locked you up here. Yes, he makes sure all your needs are met, all of them, except one.. The one you yearn the most.

..

"Why the frown? Don't you like me to style your hair like this..?"

Sigh..

"And here I am, refusing to work just to spend more time with you, and this is your kind response?"

His voice is calm, and you can hear the smile in it. The smile that never leaves his face when he's around you...

The one you both hate and love.

You refuse to look at him, turning your face away, showing that you don't want him there...

He would have left, but... he didn't. Not this time.

He's tired of this game of tug-of-war.

His arms wrap around your torso from behind where he sat on the bed. His arms are strong, they don't let go. It's one of those times when it's clear he won't accept no.

But he's gentle, though..

He presses his face slowly against the back of your neck, his nose against your bare skin as he closes his eyes. He remains still and says nothing.

Normally, this silence would be unsettling, but right now he's simply lost in the moment. He wants to feel some peace, even though he knows he's bothering you a little.

But also he can feel the heat increasing in your body. Sometimes too observant..

His angles his face, a gentle brush of his lips on your pulse point..

"I love you, you know that right?.."

And again.. Those three words.

You know that they're a mix of truth and manipulation by now.. He never choose one side.

But even though.. You couldn't help but feel weak in knees at that sentence. Every time.

He smiled a bit, lifting his head from your shoulder a bit, enough to kiss your cheek, as his fingers trailed gentle patterns on your stomach through the fabric of your dress (he made you wear)..

"I will take your silence as 'yes', then.."

He pressed his face in your neck again, inhaling the scent. And feeling his own cheeks heating a bit as he pressed another kiss on the skin there..

And another.. Another... Then another...

His lips gently moving against your skin, from your neck up to your jawline. Nipping slightly, making your breath hitch.

His large hand gently held your waist. His mouth trailed down your neck again as he pulled your collar aside with his free hand, exposing more skin, exposing the spot where your neck and shoulder meets.

Bite

"O-ouch- Hey!!"

You winced slightly, pulling away a bit when he bit hard.

"Ah, my apologies.."

He said with a small 'apologetic' smile as he touched his lips slightly, as if savoring the taste.

He did it on purpose..

"Tch-!"

You scooted away, taking advantage when his arms freed you. Popping down so that you were laying instead of sitting now, with your head against the soft pillows.

Your moment of peace lasted only for one or two seconds before you felt his arms around you again, hugging you..

"Hey-"

"Mm..?"

He made that innocent big eyes look. Knowing how it affected on you.

"Uh, nothing.."

He smiled at that. His legs tangling with yours gently, hugging you and squeezing you in his arms like a kid would with their favorite toy.

"I hate you-"

"You know you don't.."

"Assh*le.."

"Lovely.."

it's almost impossible to fight with him. Almost.

He pressed another gentle kiss on your neck before lifting his head a bit.

"You feel cold.."

"What? I'm pretty warm."

You look back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes meet. And you fail to notice the shadows on the floor moving..

"No no, you're definitely cold. I think I need to warm you up a bit.."

And only then you realized, by the smirk on his lips and also the mattress dipping slightly.

You turn your head forward, and he has his clone already clinging to you.

Now you have two of him. Great. You couldn't get over one and he already created a clone.

"You're insufferable.."

He only chuckled, pressing his mouth against your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. While the fake one leaned closer to your face.

He has the same face, same features, the same annoying smirk as the real one too. Jurion is really talented..

Before you could say anything else, the bastard in front, kisses you on the lips. While the one behind, bites at your shoulder.

You feel your face heating and reddening as he touches you. He, or maybe they.

His lips moves slowly, softly, but clearly deepening the kiss by gently licking your lower lip and nipping at it.

Hands behind grabs your waist, and pulls your lower half against his own, pressing forward slowly, making you feel his growing need.

"May I ..?"

Say yes, he will do it. Say no, he will convince you one way or another.

[rambld]

what it feels like reading and writing on here:

[liminalkittyfics]

The “bird theory” is based on Dr Gottman’s research and ideas about relationships. An attentive partner will respond to their partner’s bid for attention, say… pointing out a bird. When Louis fails this test, it leaves his relationship with Harry up in the air on their way back home from what was meant to be a very special holiday.

Bird Theory ✈️

For the Short and Sweet Fest 2026 @1dsasfest

25 April

M • Harry/Louis • 10,627 words

Featuring:

A free Hawai`i, ostomy!Harry, Barney’s Beanery, and some minor turbulence.

[romanticallyhaunted]

From Crossbows To Skin | Daryl dixon x reader | short fic. (Part 1)

Your eyes squinted as you cocked the crossbow, pulling the string back with far more effort than you had expected. Your hands trembled slightly under the strain, it made you curse quietly, muttering under your breath. Carefully, you placed the bolt into position, pressing your lips together in utmost concentration. For a moment you genuinely thought you were going to nail it and impress Daryl, but the second you pulled that trigger the bolt would drop embarrassingly fast into the dirt. It had only dropped several feet away from you, not even close to the target Daryl had set out for you. “Ain’t holding it right” His voice was low and the smug little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips only embarrassed you further. “What do you mean… I did exactly as told” You sounded irritated, though it wasn’t toward him, more toward your own failure. Failures these days meant death… just one mistake and you could end up killed or even worse.

You were not going to give up this easily, your trembling hands cocked the crossbow again as Daryl stepped in to hand you another bolt. His fingertips found yours slightly brushing against each other as you took the bolt from him, carefully sliding it in place. Daryl tried not to laugh as he stepped in behind you “Still ain’t right, Y/N” You could feel his breathing against your ear, his rough hands found your wrists as he adjusted your hands under the crossbow. The smell of the worn leather, cigarette smoke and even fresh rain filled your senses at how close he suddenly stood behind you. It made your breath catch in your throat as you desperately tried to focus on the crossbow instead of how badly you wanted him. “Can feel yer heart poundin’ from here.” His voice is still low. Was Daryl teasing you?

His chest pressed against your back, you could feel his breath hitch against your neck as you adjusted your posture getting even closer into him even though it was only to straighten your shoulders. It almost seemed to be surprising him, the physical closeness suddenly making him hesitate for a brief moment. He was contemplating if he even should be doing this as he took a step away from you. An internal war clearly crossed his mind, he was craving your touch, but didn’t dare to let himself have it. He took that step back again anyway. The hand around your wrist pushed your hand under the crossbow up a little more, his thumb mindlessly brushing the back of your hand in the process. He was probably already scolding himself for wanting you this badly. Surprised at how he wanted to be so close to you. It was something he tried to withhold himself from acting upon for a while now and he was losing his own war.

His hand lingered around yours, his finger brushing yours as a sign to pull the trigger. The recoil made you lose balance, as your mind was long gone from that crossbow. Your back pressed tightly into his chest, your heartbeat rapidly pounding in anticipation. The feeling of your lower body brushing against his was enough to make him lose control. His hands gripped your waist instantly, without a thought. Both your breaths hitching, his hands squeezing your waist made you realise what exactly you were doing to him. Your heart skipped a beat, goosebumps covering your skin now knowing he wanted you too. He had never given you any reason to even think the slightest about him wanting you, but getting to know him you were starting to learn it was in these small touches that he had only reserved for you. He roughly exhaled against your skin “Yer killin’ me here” he muttered into your neck, his forehead brushing into your hair. All you could do was gasp, something normally so small felt like fire spreading beneath your skin.

Note for my fellow Daryl angels… 🖤 Don’t worry. A smutty part 2 is already planned for tomorrow.

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