Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, snuggling before a fireplace

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Star Trek (any tv), anypair (or ensemble), fun on the holodeck/holosuite

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Leverage, author's choice, a nice, simple job in a nice warm climate

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Dragon Age, any Dalish elf +/ any, choosing a new clan *aka found family trope)

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Any (please no SPN), any +/ any, oh, there's only one bed

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any, any fuzzy blanket

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fairyniamh

A fuzzy blanket thicker than a pillow, softer than a fat man's stomach, and warmer than a litter of kittens. Yeah, that's what she wants.

Well, that, free range of the refrigerator (for real, stop closing the door! Who do you think you're keeping out?), a clean litter box, and an unlimited supply of soft food.

Is all of this too much for a cat to ask for? For real. Yes, I want it all. In return, I will purr for you, claw your couch, knead your lap, and if you are lucky... I will wash random parts of you.

If you try to wash me in return, I will remove your face. This is the promise of Snowball, the ruler of your world and life.

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Dies laughing. THat is SO cat. Thank you very much. I love it.

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fairyniamh

:) Glad I could make you laugh and it really is. :)

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Love cats

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Freaking cute and funny!!!

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fairyniamh

:) Thanka. ☺

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So cute!

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fairyniamh

☺ Thanks.

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Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, he needs help after being rescued from Lazar/Watkins and his friends are there to care for him.

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Any, any/any, you make my heart tapdance

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drabblewriter.livejournal.com

Poe is working on his X-wing, Finn watching from nearby when Rey approaches. Finn has a dreamy, half-focused look on his face, and Rey can't help but chuckle as she drops down beside him.

“What does it feel like?” she asks.

Finn blinks and turns a confused look on her.

“Love,” she elaborates, gesturing at Poe. “Romantic attraction. Whatever you want to call it.”

“Oh.” Finn chews his lip for a moment, head tilted consideringly.

“You can tell me,” Rey says. “I'm not jealous or anything. I'm not going to be upset because it's something you feel and I don't. I'm curious.”

“You can't use the Force to get inside my head and feel it for yourself?”

“That's not how the Force works,” she tells him.

Finn laughs. “Han said that to me once.”

Rey grins. “He was the expert.”

Finn sobers, turning his gaze to Poe again, expression thoughtful. Rey watches him quietly, the way his eyes go soft as he looks at the man he loves, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

“I don't know,” Finn says after a few moments. “It's like...I just want to be with him. Like, all the time. My cheeks get warm when I think of him, and my stomach goes all funny, but in a good way. And...aha!” He turns to her, giving a quick snap of realization. “It's like when I see him, he makes my heart tap dance.”

“Tap dance?” Rey raises an eyebrow, but she's grinning again. It's an evocative choice of words.

Finn shrugs a little sheepishly. “That's what it feels like anyway.”

“Did I hear something about dancing?” Poe has come over, and he looks down at them as he wipes grease from his hands.

“I was asking Finn what romantic attraction feels like for him,” Rey explains. “He said you make his heart tap dance”

Finn flushes deeply, and Poe's cheeks go a little pink as well. “Well, aren't you sweet,” he murmurs, ducking to kiss Finn's cheek. “I'd say that does describe pretty well how you make me feel too.”

“You two are disgusting,” Rey deadpans.

“Hey, you asked!” Finn points out.

“And you answered.” Rey smiles at him. “Thanks.” She fingers the lightsaber hung on her belt, switching tracks fluidly. “I'm going to run the training course. Do you want to come?”

“Yeah, sure. Catch you later?” Finn adds, pulling his boyfriend in for one more peck.

“Sure. Later. Later, Rey.”

“Later.”

Rey leads Finn out of the hanger, the topic of conversation already nearly gone from her mind. It's odd to try and imagine those feelings she's never had and likely never will, but it's simply idle curiosity. She doesn't feel incomplete; she knows her platonic love is as important to Finn as Poe's romantic love. Different types, each equally meaningful, each equally powerful.

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This is so soft!!! Very sweet and lovely! Made my heart all warm and cizy, thank you so much!!

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Any, any, the biggest badass is also the softest sweetheart

Edited Date: 2020-01-07 01:09 am (UTC)

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vanillafluffy.livejournal.com

He has battled his way from one end of the Wasteland to the other. No one can begin to guess how many people he’s killed in his quest to survive. His reputation means most people give him a wide berth…but not the children of the Citadel. They all run to their Uncle Max, knowing he’ll never let harm come to them.

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Humans are, for the most part, nothing more than a source of food to Venom. Eddie insists that they have to differentiate, that some people are good and should be left alone. He goes along with the restriction because he loves Eddie. It’s that simple. Eddie is the warm place in which he shelters, the comforting voice that staves off loneliness, the provider of tasty foods and amusing diversions that make his exile on the blue planet tolerable. There are billions of potential snacks, but only one Eddie.

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When he made his first kill, he was still just a child. Another prisoner threatened his dearest possession and Bane eliminated him without a second thought. That was only the first death he caused for Talia, to keep her safe. Many others followed--to protect her, to help reach her goals, to please her--scores of bodies laid at her feet as an accomplished cat will bring dead mice as tributes to its owner…for at some point, the child who was his has made him hers. When the balance of power shifted, he isn’t sure, only that it has. Now, Bane prepares himself to achieve the conquest she desires above all overs: This time, instead of mere mice, he will get her The Bat.

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