#tiny story

[poposusz]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80645016

Throws this on the floor and leaves

[tiny-lore-games]

Suddenly, all types of mechanical transport gets banned in our world. What happens next?

[inubaki]

Starter

“Unbelievable….” From the way Adam said it, it might as well had been a slur. The sun had chosen to be particularly unforgiving that day. Cascading over them in scorching waves without even wind for a repeal. To hot for any Pokémon to be lumbering about, not that Adam would have the means to even catch it in his state.

“We heard you the first time…” his burden replied with an obvious pout. A weak quake followed from Quaxly and Adam had half the mind to dump them both, and relief himself of the weight. Snivy was the only one amoung them that seemed to be enjoying itself. Curled lazily a top of Adam’s head. Perfectly balanced and at ease in the wake of the sun, but if only added to the weight Adam was lagging around.

“Worse…fucking day out…”. If Adam wasn’t so stubborn, he would’ve called it a day and shamefully crawled back home. It probably would have been doing Lucifer a favor at least. Girly little asshole. Who wore heeled boots on an adventure into the damn wilderness? And, of course, it had to be Adam that Lucifer’s Quaxly had to find to save him. Heel snapped and half buried in a diglet hole. How it always turned out this way, Adam would never know.

Adam and Lucifer had never particularly gotten along. Lucifer being the new kid in town and had immediately swamped the entire town’s attention with his foreign looks, and foreign Pokémon. Adam never saw the appeal beyond minor jealously over having to still wait for his when the shrimp was already flunking his Pokémon around. And no matter where he went, Lucifer always appeared like a pale shadow. Invading his group of friends and his hang outs. Even choosing day, Adam couldn’t be left alone. He never even known Lucifer had picked the same day to leave.

“Hot….” Lucifer said miserably. Adam didn’t even have to turn around to know he was already turning all kinds of shades of pink. His Quaxly, Dazzle, gave a mournful quake, obviously to dried out to even drool water. Snivy, Razzle, huffed from Adam’s head and raised his butt to catch the sunlight with his leafed tail. Paving a tiny bit of shade for both Lucifer and Quaxly. Again, it helped Adam none at all.

“Once we’re at the Pokémon Center, this better be the last time I see you” Adam growled aloud. To the miserable attention of no one.

—-it’s bad. Don’t read. Just thought to try something. ink is all I have up here.

[backtothefanfiction]

Your Favourite Place | tasm!peter x reader short

Warnings: all fluff here.

A/N: a small little second part to His Favourite Place. His favourite place is the top of the Empire State Building, yours isn’t really a place, it’s more of a moment.

“Ow. OWW. OUCH PETER GET OFF ME!” You grumble as the weight of his body crushed you between the edge of the bed and the wall. You rolled your body violently, desperate to be able to breathe and to your surprise his body rolled not just off you, but off the tiny single bed completely with a thud.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to crack open your window after a long night of patrolling the city and crawl into bed with you. Sometimes you were awake and other times you were already asleep; sometimes he’d crash on the sofa with a blanket, other times like tonight, he tucked himself right in beside you.

“Ouch, what was that for?” He grumbled as he got up off the floor, rubbing a spot on his head slightly where he had hit it on the way down.

“You were crushing me.” You groaned as you also took this opportunity with him out of the bed to steel the covers back, Peter was a covers hog.

“Okay, okay.” He said his hands out in surrender, his eyes half closed with sleep again already, as he went to climb back onto the bed.

You grumbled as he inevitably wrestled the covers back off you again and with the way he was now laying on his back had you squeezing yourself up against the wall again. You sat yourself up with a huff.

“This isn’t working.”

“Okay. Okay.” His voice was sleepy and hoarse and barely audible.

He lifted up the covers, spreading his limbs out further, his arms outstretched, encouraging you to lay down on top of him, your legs manoeuvring themselves over his so you could lie in between them. Your head found a comfy spot in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, your body relaxing with the comfort of his scent as he let the covers drop and his arm snaked around you. His fingertips brushed against a small patch of exposed skin on your back from where your T-shirt had lifted and his head turned slightly so his lips could tenderly touch the top of your forehead. It sent tingles through your body and you sighed with content as you let your body relax down fully against him.

The top of the Empire State Building may be his favourite place, but this right here would always be yours.

[burnwater13]

Of all the words Grogu would have used to describe Boba Fett, 'simple' would not have been one of them. He was cloned from his father (how does that even work), was raised by bounty hunters (okay, Grogu understood how that worked), was abandoned for dead (understood that one too), rescued by an unlikely person (check), given a quick re-education (yup, that tracks), retrieved his heritage from others (hadn't done that yet), saved another person (wow this seems familiar), and was now trying to lead a planet to a more peaceful and profitable future (wow... this is kind of eerie).

Boba Feet was the combination of Grogu and Din! How did you do that before they did that? That didn't make sense.

But Grogu didn't care. He liked the Daimyo. He was an honest man who kept his word. The only problem that he could foresee for Boba was that once a bounty hunter, always a bounty hunter. That goes double when you're a Mandalorian bounty hunter. His dad Jango was definitely a Mandalorian, no matter what Bo-Katan said. Who was she to talk anyway? She helped destroy Mandalore because she didn't want a peaceful planet. Nope, she wanted to be the leader of warriors. Look where that got her.

Well, no matter what happened next, Grogu wasn't going to forget how Boba Fett decided to be a simple man and help Din Djarin rescue him from Moff Gideon. If there was anything Boba needed, Grogu was happy to oblige. After all, Boba had helped save his father too, who was really, just a simple man.

[mafaldaknows]

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[broken-brain-poetry]

Fallen Snow Angel

Today,

Few flurries.

No mail...

On the morrow,

Ice comes...

A man on skates

carrying packages...

I wonder...

how he does with stairs??

Probably the same as me... without skates.

He goes by,

with a lift of my wrist and a small gesture,

I wave...

He gives me a look of curious surprise,

as wondering why,

a strange man in his thirties...

would be making snow angels.