#double drabble

Prompt: You take care of his elk.

The elk's antlers cast a shadow just onto your eyes as you looked up at it, caressing its neck as you admired its magnificence. The creature was as regal as the elf king who rode it. "You must be hungry," You spoke to it, smiling as you did. Its eyes followed you as you moved to grab the extra treat you had taken with you for him, getting it from your satchel. "Well, you are in luck because I have food for you with me," You revealed the mushrooms you knew he liked to him, and he immediately took a step forward towards you. Sniffing the food only once before trusting your good intentions and taking one of them in a single bite. "Do not worry, I have more than enough for you."

"You spoil him," A sudden voice then appeared from behind you, all too recognisable to startle you.

"Does he not deserve to be spoiled?" You teased Thranduil, turning around to face him with a smile, one which he returned after he took another moment to admire the sight before him.

"Well, it is not like I could stop you if I tried," He chuckled, moving to you.

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Loving Jean was like the function of oxygen. A necessity, a pleasure and a privilege.

But being loved by him? It was as though the God’s themselves struck you with luck. This man was perfect. From random dates, to acts of service and even letting you finish first.

Some might consider that premium boyfriend material but to him that was the bare minimum, and he made sure you knew it too.

Jean is there every second you want anything. He knows your schedule, the way you eat, the way you prefer your place to be cleaned. Hell, he even calls before you dial his number to tell you’re sad.

It’s obsessive really, the way he just knows what’s wrong or when bad is going to happen. Could you imagine what would happen if you told him you were pregnant? The poor guy would simply lose his mind.

But it’s all good though, as long as he keeps himself in check and gives you some space alone. Right?

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I finally have more time to write. Hi lovies!

Price pulls the ribbon off the flowers he got for you, the half-filled vase standing on your kitchen counter, ready for its arrangement.

A video played on his tablet. Ten minutes of someone giving a quick-class on how to make sure flowers stay fresher longer.

Just one of those things one does when they really, really like someone.

Your laughter seeps through the thin walls. He'd hoped to surprise you with the arrangement while you head out to pick up the freshly done laundry from the flat laundromat, until-

A much deeper laughter followed yours soon after.

He rushed  to the front door and waited for you to enter before peering his eyes out onto the hallway outside.

"Who were you with?" He asked, immediately taking the laundry basket off your arms to put away later.

Curious, he was merely curious. Nothing more than that.

"Our neighbour," you answered casually. "The compulsive baker I told you about?"

"The lad fed you and made you laugh?"

You burst out in a fit of laughter as you walked into the kitchen. The little gasp at the end letting him know that he picked well. 

Lancelot didn't have an answer for him. He didn't remember. His head felt hollow, scraped from the inside out, as disjointed thoughts echoed in there with a hissing sound. All he knew was that their last adventure left Merlin shivering in his bedroll, hugging himself with scraped arms in a last bid for comfort, as a single silent tear traveled across his cheek.

Lancelot reached out to swipe at it with a gentle hand and, while tugging Merlin's neckerchief to better hide the Fomorroh's scar from Arthur's eyes, revealed something else entirely.

All breath had left him as he stared at Merlin's heavily bruised throat. Cold horror ran through his veins, as hot rage bloomed in his heart at the monster who dared to hurt, to taint Merlin like this, to lay their hands on him as though they could stifle the sun and not be burnt for it.

He put his shaking fingers above the ugly bruises, and they were the perfect shape.

Jack Abbot x GN!Reader

simple SFW double drabble basically just chilling in bed playing with jack's hair before u fall asleep with him

this is my first time posting my writing on here so hopefully it's good, give me notes!!

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Jack laid peacefully on his back. His head resting on your stomach, facing the ceiling, eyes closed. The man all silent and sleepy, just as you are.

Your thighs sat over his shoulders and your one hand rested in his short silvery curls.

The bed’s messy. Pillows and blankets laying all over in a messy yet purposeful arrangement. The lights are off and the curtains closed. The only glow in the room is a small lamp, illuminating its warm glow. As well as the television across from the both of you.

The noise coming from it was simple to ignore. All of it slowly fading into the background.

Your focus stayed only on the sound of the older man’s heavy breathing.

Your head rests against the pillow beneath you, lazily staring at the screen before you gaze down at Jack.

Slowly, your hand moves to his hair, feeling through all of his curls: you feel as they shift and twirl, observing the dark and light shades of silver, slowly losing yourself in the softness of it all.

Padmé and a bunch of dead Jedi debate the merits of haunting Anakin. Written for @retrowrimay Retro Writing May - Day 4: Somehow, they all live together and Sweet and Short May 2026 - Prompt: Cross and Gen Prompt Bingo Round 29 - Prompt: All the Dead Characters are Living Together

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“Are you sure you can’t haunt him?” Padmé asked again. “You were able to talk to Luke, weren’t you?”

“Even though I can appear to the living, it takes a certain mindset on their part in order to see and hear me,” Obi-Wan said. “One which, I’m afraid, Anakin lacks.”

Padmé sighed. “I just think that if you could give him your disappointed face for long enough, now that he can no longer stab you first, that eventually he’d cross back over the light.”

“Even if he could see me, Anakin is well past the point where that would work.”

“Oh, never doubt the effectiveness of the disappointed face, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon cut in. “Mace can attest to how many times I’ve been stopped by one.”

“Not nearly as many times as you should have,” Mace said, not looking up.

“It may yet be worth attempting to speak with Anakin,” Ki-Adi-Mundi said, peering past them into the world of the living. “Despite his commitment to the Sith, he seems as though he wants to speak to Obi-Wan. He’s certainly speaking about Obi-Wan often enough. Perhaps he regrets killing him?”

pairing: bf!mingyu x gn!reader

wc: 0.2k words

warnings: physics (ykes)

physics is something you never understood, no matter how much you tried to learn, all the effort was useless at the end of the day. however, the universe decided to stop playing against you and not only gave you a caring, amazing and hot boyfriend, but also an intelligent one, specially when it comes to physics.

which led you to asking mingyu for help quite often, just like right now.

“okay, newton’s laws of motion are very easy, but you gotta pay attention, alright?” he says as he looks through your textbook. “ill pay attention this time, i swear”

mingyu gives you an unconvinced look and sighs, “if you say so…” and just like that, he begins to explain to you the three laws.

you pay attention as your boyfriend starts to explain, noticing the way he speaks about the principle of inertia with such confidence and with such a calm voice, making sure he’s speaking not too quiet so you couldn’t hear him and not too loud so you wouldn’t get kicked out of the library.

as the time goes by, probably 5 minues later, mingyu’s voice starts to make you a little too comfortable to the point of getting sleepy.

mingyu only notices your situation too late, “now that i explained the three laws, its time for you to do some exerci-“ he stops when he sees your sleeping figure next to him, your head resting on your crossed arms while they’re on the table. “oh.”

He heads to the horror section and stops in his tracks when he sees a guy sitting on his haunches, shelving tapes.

Eddie can’t help the way his eyes slide to the guy’s ass— the jeans he’s wearing are criminally tight. And it’s a really nice ass.

He nearly swallows his tongue when the guy turns his head to see who walked into the aisle because staring back at him is Steve fucking Harrington.

He watches as Steve gets up and dusts his jeans off before walking over to Eddie.

“Can I help you find something?” Steve asks.

He has a little mustache.

Steve Harrington has a nice ass and a little mustache.

Eddie did not come here to be attacked like this.

Steve raises his eyebrows and Eddie realizes he’s been staring at him for a beat too long.

“Uh, yeah. Do you guys have Possession?” he asks, throat dry.

Steve looks at him curiously before reaching an arm right past Eddie’s head and pulling a VHS from the shelf. He holds it out for Eddie to take.