Bite Sized Bits of Fic

“I wanna go to the zoo and see the flamingos”, he said drunkenly.

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Shaun had to admit he was a little impressed as he tracked Desmond's progress through the communicator in his ear. Lucy had been going through some files she'd smuggled out of Abstergo, trying to find a formula that might help Desmond with his bleeds, but the effect of the cocktail she'd presented both worked and didn't. Yes, it had apparently banished whatever ghosts the man had been seeing. No, it didn't help to keep Desmond rooted to the here and now.

"No, we don't think he's running away." Rebecca was speaking on a video chat to Bill. "He hotwired the car while muttering something about... fenicotteri."

"Confetti?"

"Flamingos." The historian had actually had to look that one up. Shaun leaned back in his chair to eye Rebecca's computer screen while he kept one ear on the slurred sweet nothings that were wasted on the zoo animals Desmond was scaling enclosures to see. The speed at which he had navigated the winding backroads to the Zoo of Pistoria and then broke into cages and pens put every chase through Animus generated streets to shame.

Maybe all the those NPC's comments about drinking when Altair or Ezio started scaling buildings were accurate. Maybe that was what the modern Assassin was missing: proper drugs. And maybe he was too tired to deal with this shit. Still, it was amusing as hell to watch Desmond drunkenly wander about the zoo while dodging the occasional swipe of paw or beat of wing.

Shame they'd have to erase the footage.

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I dont know this fandom but this was awesome!!!!! Thank you!!!!! Big hugs!

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Teen wolf, stiles, red hoodie

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Stiles didn’t mean anything the first time he wore a red hoodie to meet a neighboring pack. He’d gotten caught up with homework and just grabbed the first semi-clean hoodie his hands had landed on. When Derek did a double-take, he just assumed the hoodie wasn’t as clean as he thought. The werewolf didn’t protest though so Stiles washed the hoodie and continued to wear it.

Finally one of the other packs addressed Stiles’s attire. Carefully not looking at the young man, he spoke to Derek, “Your emissary wears the color of blood.”

Derek sighed. “I know. I despair of ever teaching him.”

“Why do you allow him…?”

“Hey!” Stiles interrupted. “No one allows me to wear anything.”

The other wolf clearly not liking that Stiles interrupted him. “Hale.”

Derek nodded. “I’ll talk to him,” Derek promised.

With that assurance, the wolf motioned for his packmate to head towards their vehicle.

Stiles turned to Derek as soon as the other wolves were out of sight. “What do you mean you’ll talk to me?! What’s wrong with my sweatshirt?! What’s wrong with red?!” He frowned when Derek just started walking back towards the Jeep. “Derek. Derek?”

“I’ll explain in a minute,” Derek replied.

“Like actually explain? Or just growl at me?” Stiles asked as he got into the Jeep and turned to face the werewolf.

“Stiles,” Derek growled.

“See! With the growling!”

“You’re wearing a red hoodie,” Derek started.

“I know.” Stiles glanced down at himself. “I mean. I’m not colorblind or anything.” He looked up again. “I wore it the other day and he didn’t do anything, but wrinkle your nose.”

“Stiles!”

The young man mimed zipping his lips and waiting to see what would be said.

“Since red is the color of blood, it generally means the person wearing it is willing and able to bleed for the pack. When the emissary, when you wear red; it means the pack, we, feel safe enough that even their emissary will battle with them.”

“Or desperate it enough.”

Derek shook his head. “No pack, even desperate, would allow their emissary into battle, full battle, unless they believed he would be safe. It’s just too risky.”

“You didn’t say anything when you saw my hoodie,” Stiles protested.

“The first time… that first time, I realized it was an accident. When you continued to wear it, I didn’t say anything because we are that strong. We’ve come a long way and I’m proud of our pack. And we can protect all our members.”

Stiles grinned. “So I should keep wearing it?”

Derek nodded. “Yeah, Stiles. Keep wearing it.”

And I have the other red hoodie prompt, but since you re-prompted, I think I’m going to choose another character other than Stiles for that one… I’m considering using the OC I have who’s the daughter of Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff; along with whoever from MCU she pulls in.

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I love this!! Stiles in his hoodie is a weakness of mine, but then to make him an emissary as well, just sent me to fan girl heaven!! And of course, he runs with wolves and would go into battle with them! I love this so much!!! Thank you, thank you very much, sweetie!!

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Yippee! The emissary thing actually just kind of popped in...but I rolled with it because it seemed to fit Stiles. He definitely had a part of the pack and it wasn't pack "mom" like so many of the stories seemed to make him. He's too badass to be the "mom". I'm so glad you love it! :-)

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SKAM Austin, Shay Dixon/Megan Flores,
And the more she ignores me
The more I adore her
What can I do?
I'd do anything for her
(The Click Five, "Just The Girl")

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Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, AU where Cordy is a celebrity and Angel is her overprotective bodyguard

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Any crime-solving fandom, any, “Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands; they just don't.” (Legally Blonde)

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, (402): Holy shit, we're married as fuck.

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Friends, Rachel Green/Joey Tribbiani,
It's getting hard to be around you
There's so much I can't say
Do you want me to hide the feelings
And look the other way
And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not
‘Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop
(Jesse McCartney, “Just So You Know”)

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SVU, any, "...guilty of a crime by law, but no sin..."

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Any, any, sing me a song late at night or early in the morning.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + David Sheppard, John has just been promoted to Colonel and he runs into his brother shortly after, still wearing his dress blues.

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Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis, Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard,

Am I being too open?
'Cause I told you everything I have to say
And now we're having a moment
Does it make you wanna pick up all your things
And drive away like it's stolen?
Backstreet Boys, "Don't Go Breaking My Heart".

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Any, any, give me a reason, any reason.

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Numb3rs(/any), Colby Granger, what if Colby really was a spy for someone/something, and he used the Dwayne/Chinese spy situation as a cover?

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Veronica Mars, Wallace Fennel /Stosh piz Piznarski, perfect day

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Call me by your name rpf, armie hammer /Timothée Chalamet, love letters

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One direction rpf, zayn mailk /Harry styles, role play

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Any particular kind of role play?

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Any role play you want I am good with you write awesome fics

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Do you like teacher/student?

It would be like, professor/college coed.

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Sounds great I am so down for this I am good with girl or boy zayn however

Edited Date: 2018-07-03 07:06 am (UTC)

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Okay, this has been added to my prompt list. :)

I don't have a lot of time to write at the moment, but I do have a pretty solid idea for a fill when I get some creative time.

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awe thanks no rush I love our fics glad I could inspire you

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Zayn was sitting behind his desk, reading over some papers when there was a knock on his office door.

He pushed up his wire frame glasses as he raised his head.

“Come in.”

The door opened part way, and Harry peered into the room.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?”

“Yes. Please come in, Harry.” Zayn motioned for him to enter.

Harry did so tentatively. He stood on the opposite side of the large oak desk and nervously shoved a hand in the pocket of his black skinny jeans. He was wearing an Oxford sweatshirt with the university crest on it, and his hair was as unruly as ever.

“Sit,” Zayn pointed to one of the office chairs.

Harry did.

“Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?” Zayn asked.

Harry lowered his head a little, but said nothing.

“It’s about your grades this semester.” Zayn proceeded. “Last term you were one of my top students, but lately you’ve been really struggling, it seems. Missing class. Not paying attention during lectures.”

Harry nodded solemnly, remaining quiet.

Zayn sighed and took off his glasses, set them to the side. He produced a paper with enough red marks on it to nearly obscure the black print.

“This essay is a complete mess.” Zayn slapped the pages on the desk, irritably. Then he sighed again, softening. “Please talk to me, Harry. What’s been going on?”

Harry reluctantly met Zayn’s eyes.

“I’m very sorry, Sir.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Or call me ‘Sir’.”

Harry blushed, looking away.

“I’ve had to take on a second job.” He admitted. “Work study isn’t enough to pay my expenses. I have late shifts, and when I get back to the dorm, it’s often after midnight.”

Zayn frowned.

“Having extra money is good, but you’re on scholarship here, if I recall correctly. Your studies need to be your top priority. I’d hate to see someone as bright as you drop out.”

“It’s not only for me.” Harry said. “Since my dad left, my mother has been struggling to make ends meet.”

Zayn shook his head and folded his hands in front of him.

“I do sympathize, Harry, but I can’t just give you good grades for poor work.”

Harry leaned forward in his chair, gazing at Zayn earnestly. “Please, Professor. I can’t lose my scholarship.”

Zayn sat back, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Harry watched him expectantly.

“Well,” Zayn said at last, “perhaps we can come up with some sort of arrangement.”

Harry’s face fell slightly, but then he nodded. He got up and came around to the other side of the desk.

Zayn swiveled his chair so he would be facing Harry.

Harry got on his knees.

Zayn stopped Harry before he went any further. He titled Harry’s chin up.

“Harry. It’s not going to be like that.”

Harry stood up, stammering an apology, but Zayn rose from his chair and cupped Harry’s cheek gently.

“Just let me kiss you.” Zayn said quietly.

If Zayn had intended to have just a taste of forbidden fruit, he quickly realized that would never be enough. Harry’s lips were soft, pliant, and his body was firm and warm as Zayn pressed closer.

Harry moved a little awkwardly at first, but then he relaxed enough to allow Zayn to guide him through increasingly more intense kissing and touching.

Soon Zayn not only had Harry up against the desk, but actually sitting on top of it. Zayn nudged Harry’s legs open so he could get as close as possible. He grabbed Harry’s ass and squeezed.

“Professor,” Harry said, breathless, his hands roaming under Zayn’s button-down shirt and over his chest.

“Lean back,” Zayn instructed.

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Harry shucked his sweatshirt, tossed it aside, and then complied, reaching to pull Zayn on top of him, but instead Zayn moved to the side of the desk, so that he was standing over Harry’s head. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Harry’s forehead. Then one on the tip of his nose. Then an upside-down kiss on the lips. Then the chin.

As Zayn continued kissing his way down Harry’s body, he crawled onto the desk, so he was hovering over Harry. When he got to Harry’s stomach, he paused, adjusting his balance.

Zayn popped the button of Harry’s jeans with one hand and slid the zipper down. Harry helped Zayn in his task by tilting his hips up and wiggling further out of his denims. Once Harry’s erection was exposed, Zayn took it in his mouth and began to suck.

Harry made a sound between a sigh and a moan that shot straight through Zayn and right to his dick. He focused in on Harry’s cock, applying greater pressure and using his tongue.

Apparently, in spite of being mostly otherwise occupied, it wasn’t lost on Harry that Zayn’s crotch was directly above him. He tugged at Zayn’s belt, fingers working quickly to get the other man’s trousers down.

Zayn faltered slightly when Harry put his mouth on his dick, but Harry steadied him by gripping Zayn’s hips. Harry pulled Zayn lower so he could get more of Zayn’s cock between his lips.

Zayn soon realized it was a little harder to concentrate on giving head when you were getting your own dick sucked, but he also would not have traded this life lesson for anything. He bobbed his head in time with Harry’s motions, so they were soon in sync.

The office was filled with panting and some of the most obscene sounds Zayn had ever been privy to. The heat radiating off Harry’s skin, the smell of his sweat, the taste of his salt, coupled with what his mouth was doing between Zayn’s thighs, soon overwhelmed the darker man, and Zayn came. Harry swallowed, coughed a little.

Before he got too hazy with his orgasm, Zayn doubled down and made sure he brought Harry over the edge. Zayn swallowed quickly, then, to avoid falling over on top of Harry, he rolled off the desk and collapsed into his chair.

Zayn listened to his own and Harry’s breathing slow to normal, then pulled his cigarettes out of one of the desk drawers.

“Fuck, Babe. That was hot.”

“And now we know we’ve got a good sturdy desk.” Harry rapped his knuckles on the oak surface. He was still prone, eyes closed, sweat-matted curls sticking to his forehead.

Zayn licked his lips and took a drag.

“You can’t fuck on IKEA.”

Harry laughed.

“I’ll have to thank Niall for the suggestion. Apparently teacher/student is one of Liam’s favorites.”

“Hmm.” Zayn would have guessed coach/varsity quarterback over any kind of bookworm scenario.

Harry collected himself and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the desk.

“So, do I get to keep my scholarship, Professor?”

“A+ all the way, Babe.”

Harry grinned, then slid off the desk and onto Zayn’s lap. He began undoing the few intact buttons on Zayn’s shirt.

“Still wouldn’t hurt to earn a little extra credit, though, huh?”

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You're very welcome!

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*fans self* That was a lot of fun. As always the hint of Ninjall made me grin like crazy.

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