Rating: M
Pairings: Reiner/Bertholdt
Notes: Another fill from the kinkmeme! Bert and Reiner try to have sex without waking the other boys. It doesn’t really work.
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Rating: T
Pairings: gen, none
Notes: Kinkmeme fill, pre-canon fic. A corporal by the name of Erwin Smith finds himself in discussion with a young Cpt. Dot Pixis.
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“You’re bearing it well,” Johnson says as he pulls at the bindings, fitting Thomas’s arms tighter than they have attempted before but Thomas simply groans and accepts the new tension, thrilling Johnson anew with how very good the lad can be when approached in the right manner.
Each time is like a gift, but with patience they can always get here eventually—that place where coarse exteriors and sparring words are scoured away under the ache of pleasure and exhaustion, where they both get exactly what they need and for a time everything is simple, raw and true.
Thomas lifts his head and manages a tired grin, mouth open and lips dry from breathing hard as he says, “Thank you, Mister Johnson.”
Malik smiles when he thinks he is alone, an elusive and gentle little grin without a hint of malice as he reads correspondences behind the counter—but he is not alone this time, and Altair watches in secret, trapped by what he almost accidentally stumbled on in the gloom of the Bureau’s inner chamber.
Something unsettled and raw opens inside him to watch Malik like this, so near a quiet happiness that Altair would not have thought possible for him; in the end Altair almost cannot turn away from it, this moment that will never be intended for him, that he was never meant to see.
Altair lowers his eyes and leaves without a sound, suddenly unwilling to be the one who breaks Malik’s peace again.
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(ficathon is still going on! go fill one it’s fun and stuff!)
Summary: PG, Sniper receives a highly experimental cupid sniper set. How could anything possibly go wrong? ♥ (Continued from a WIP from this time last year! Link goes to finished fic.)
Some good old smooch-free, zero-fraternization huggery fic for Valentine’s Day. Well, maybe a little fraternization…
Assassin’s Creed
Interview | soft R, Altair/Malik. For sophie’s porn au! College student Malik decides to write his thesis on the porn industry and sends out a call to interview some real porn stars and I bet you can’t guess who he interviews.
Gentlemen Bastards
Confidence Game | PG13, Sanza twins. Hurt/comfort after a close call.
Misc
Fic Masterlist 2013 - 20?? [DW] started!
Fic Masterlist 2009 - 2012 [DW] fully updated! hopefully! :D
Tanya wished for Natsuki/Yuki HAVING FUN KISSING
And hey you know what’s super fun? Learning.
Also compulsory fishing metaphors.
pyrrhiccomedy replied to your post: who wants fic
I just want you to write friend fic about you and me, having rad adventures and being awesome every day. Maybe fighting dinosaurs?? Or wearing shades. Shades are a one way ticket to being cool.
Dinosaurs! Shades! Capital Letters!
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“Shall we make delicious baked goods today?” said Pyrrhic.
“I’ll fire up the time machine,” agreed DJ.
It was another awesome morning.
lakidaa replied to your post: who wants fic
im also cool with just some harry potter assassin stuff because it’s cute as hell ok im easy (i’m also way cool with waiting for anything with connor)
I’ve only done that first naval tutorial mission where Connor’s still kinda SHE’S… STURDY?? HOW DO?…? SHIP?? so we’ll wait on that
Asscreed harry potter au go!
cosmictuesdays replied to your post: who wants fic
If you feel up to it, Avatar Fortress with any scenario you like; if not, TF2 with Demo and Medic getting drunk together.
I suppose it didn’t have to be revelry, but it was too grand to face head on. So also smutty magazine jokes. Classic.
»It started when Demo and Medic discovered the Medigun cured hangovers…
Swordpot fic?? Swordpot fic!
so basically I hit a block on secret santa a week ago and wrote this to procrastinate. Bureau shenanigans, a few OC novices wheedling the hell out of hot water with Malik, and hints of crack.
happy holidays!
The BLUs, untitled slice of life I guess. Because moms are pretty gosh dern neat. And I like to think in some ways the apple doesn’t fall far from that tree. [PG, ~800 words.]