#fic snippet

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @elvensorceress @diazsdimples @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @dangerpronebuddie 💖💖

started another bucktommy wip 🙈 they consumed me, and im not even mad haha

I was just thinking at work and thought about buck telling tommy about the will (this is gonna get there i promise lol and I think the sperm donor thing too bc this is bucktommy endgame fic and buck wants it all out there haha)

ngl im lowkey annoyed bc I had a whole convo in my head and it was so good, but couldn't write it down and forgot half of it, but I think it came back to me more or less haha

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In Buck's defense, he doesn’t mean to ask this question right then. It just slips out. He's lying in the big, strong arms of his very hot, amazing boyfriend, both sweaty and still breathless. He’s blissed out and fucked out, and so content and still dizzy after a mindblowing orgasm. He doesn’t have a lot of control over his thoughts and words right now. So he surprises even himself when the question flies out of him.

“Do you want to have children?” he asks casually, absentmindedly playing with their intertwined fingers where they're splayed on his chest.

“What?” Tommy asks, surprise and even shock evident in his voice, and only then Buck realizes what he said, and he feels his eyes widen and face starts to burn, and he stares at the ceiling, but feels Tommy’s gaze on the side of his head.

“I- I- I mean, like ever, some day, down the line- not like- I mean, you know, I- I just thought we should talk about it if- if- if it’s going where I hope it’s going- because I- we’ve been together for a while and I hope that- I think I-” he starts rambling and stumbling over his words, panicking just a little bit. Fuck, they’ve been doing so good the past few months, it’s honestly his best relationship he’s been in, probably the longest, too, and now he goes and screws it up by being too much, too soon, too serious-

“Evan.” Tommy’s hand lands on his cheek, and he gently turns Buck’s head towards himself. He meets Tommy’s soft gaze, and relaxes a little instantly. Tommy doesn’t look freaked out, just surprised, but there’s a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

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no pressure tags: @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon

@loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher

@lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz

@rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg

@rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @tommykinards @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon

@911-on-abc @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

@hoodie-buck @your-catfish-friend @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess

@aroeddiediaz

#tease tidbit tuesday #wikiangela writes #i just love flustered panicking buck idk he's so adorable haha #also the first thing that came to me started with 'eddie put me in his will' but i haven't written that part yet haha #fic snippet #my writing #my wips #911 fic #911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy fic #911 spoilers #bucktommy the will talk fic #<- that's how my doc is titled idk lol #i know bucktommy isn't everyone's cup of tea so if y'all don't wanna be tagged in those snippets just lmk lol #bc I can't stop (i'm slowly writing buddie too tho but rn this is where inspiration goes haha)

[fiona-fififi]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Should I share this much of this fic?? Probably not. Am I going to anyway?? Absolutely. Have some jealous!Tommy fic. Previous installments here, here, and here.

It’s much later in the evening, as things are winding down, that Tommy notices it. Sees Eddie from the corner of his eye as he wanders up behind Buck, two bottles in hand that don't quite match the others floating around. 

It's not surprising. He'd expected it from the moment he'd realized Buck had brought a six pack special for Eddie.

But what does take him by surprise is the way Eddie slips the bottle into Buck's hand without a word, Buck accepting it easily with that bashful little grin that Tommy had once thought belonged to him. In fact, Tommy thinks, maybe it's always belonged to Eddie, and he was only ever borrowing affection.

Buck doesn't look up at Eddie, doesn't seek his eyes, but he immediately tips the bottle to his lips, and his features settle into a sweet, open softness Tommy envies Eddie's ability to call forth. 

Eddie doesn't leave Buck's side, either. Stands close behind him and lets his free hand fall to Buck's shoulder. Works his fingers into the muscle there in a way that makes Buck's eyelashes flutter. Tommy holds his breath, eyes unblinking as he stares at them in the near dark, only the glow from the dim yellow yard lights brightening their features. After a moment, Eddie leans down to whisper something to Buck, his words quiet and private, and he's so close Tommy’s not sure his lips don't brush the shell of Buck's ear. Buck huffs a laugh at whatever Eddie's said, eyes brightening and lips stretching up into a happy smile as he turns his head to Eddie, who hasn't moved an inch, and for a moment, Tommy thinks they're going to kiss. Thinks that Buck might actually close that breath of space between them when his gaze flutters down to Eddie's lips and his laugh dies in his throat. 

There's a flash of fierce jealousy that gets all wrapped up in anger in his chest then. Because some part of him screams that Buck has to know. That Eddie has to know. That the two of them are intentionally deceiving him—that he's being used as some cheap thrill for these men who are so clearly wrapped up in one another that no one else could ever come close.

But he knows that’s not fair to them—that both of them are honest, if maybe a little clueless, and neither would actively seek to hurt him or one another.

So in the end, he tamps down the jealousy rolling in his gut and reaches out to take Buck's hand when he offers it, even if it is a stretch at the distance they're sitting, and he lets it go, he lets it go, he lets it go. 

Even as he watches Eddie step around the other side of Buck and tuck his own chair so close that when he sits their knees knock and their shoulders brush.

Tagging (if you want!) @messyhairdiaz @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @daffi-990 @eddiebabygirldiaz @reachingforaspark and anyone else who wants to participate.

#the jealous!tommy fic #fic snippet #tease tidbit tuesday #bucktommy fic #buddie fic #my wips #my writing #wip games #how many tags can i give this only for tumblr never to find it again??

[groenendaelfic]

I have quite literally not stopped thinking about the basket baby snippet since you posted it! I'm happy to wait but can I be cheeky and ask for any more tidbits, how ever tiny, about the basket baby fic? Like baby name reveal, another snippet, chapter 2 outline...anything at all please I will give you my first born child! (I am amypond on ao3 btw - happy for you to publish this ask)

ah basket baby! Thank you for not forgetting, and of course you can always ask. I love basket baby. One day it will even be born. Why oh why can't I write fic full time, I would be so much more productive and efficient 😅

For a few very foolish seconds Simon considers naming the baby Wilhelm.

He loves Wilhelm and he misses him, can't imagine what he must have been going through this past year, alone safe for the very much not amused Royal Court, no doubt at some estate hidden away in the countryside, not even allowed the familiarity of his own rooms.

He also hates Wilhelm. For not finding a way to tell him, to have them be together, because surely, surely it can't be that impossible, can it?

Except of course it can. Simon's mom was accosted by Royal Court lawyers at work, and that was them being nice. It is exactly that impossible.

Tears spring to his eyes. He can't name the baby Wilhelm. It'd hurt to much. It'll hurt anyway, holding the baby in his arms, knowing it's the only part of Wilhelm he'll ever get to hold again.

He already loves the child more than his own life, and the more he looks at the tiny, scrunched up face getting ready to cry, the more he can see Wilhelm reflected in it.

He shifts his grip, pulls the baby closer and hums a melody he hopes is soothing. He can't name the baby Wilhelm. The baby is not Wilhelm, and it deserves better, deserves its own name. One which isn't a constant reminder of its unreachable parent.

Not that he'd be allowed. No matter how popular the name Wilhelm in all its forms has remained in Sweden ever since Wilhelm was born. The Royal Court would not allow it, and Simon can't risk angering them before the baby isn't officially his and he has the paperwork to prove it.

So not Wilhelm then, he thinks, as the baby bursts into tears. Simon would give anything to be able to cry along, to crumble and break, but he's a father now and his child comes first, even if he has no clue what to do.

He just put on a fresh diaper with the patient help of his mom and it can't be time for another bottle.

"He can sense that you're upset," his mom explains when he asks, and oh doesn't that suck.

He doesn't put the baby back in its basket however, nor does he hand it to his mom. Instead he cuddles it closer and starts humming again.

His precious, precious child. His and Wilhelm's.

A tear rolls down his face. He's hurt and angry and scared, hating the Royal Court and the world and everything for being so absolutely, thoroughly unfair.

Everything except his baby, who is innocent and beautiful and perfect.

It didn't ask to be born, and certainly not into a family like this, to a legacy like this. The monarchy is not its only legacy however, and suddenly Simon knows what he's going to call it.

Not a Swedish name. Nothing to tie it to the long line of ancestors who want nothing to do with it. Not Carl or Magnus or Gustav. Not Erik either, or at least not as a first name.

Something Spanish. Something to ensure his child will never consider itself an unwanted royal bastard too embarrassing to be acknowledged.

Something powerful. A reminder that he is also part Venezuelan, and that that is something to be proud of.

Yes. He'll name the baby after his maternal grandmother. There is no person living or dead he can think of who is stronger or more determined in the face of hardship than his abuela.

It will make her happy, it will make him happy, and if royals can do it, then he can do it, too. Only better and with less toxicity, less historical baggage to weigh it down.

He'll make sure no one will ever compare his precious baby boy to anyone. Will ensure he'll get to pave his own path however he wants. He loves his child, his and Wilhelm's, and whatever he can do to keep it safe he will.

"Alejandro," he tells his mother, and because he can't ignore Wilhelm's one single request adds, "Alejandro Erik Eriksson."

For a moment he considers using the Spanish version for Erik as well, if only out of spite, but that wouldn't be fair to Wilhelm. That, and it would remind him too much of his mom's favorite singer.

His mother bites her lip and nods.

It's the right choice. The only choice, and Simon can only hope little Alejandro will think so, too.

#basket baby #ask me anything #young royals #wilmon #fic snippet #young royals fic

[confetti-cupcake]

WIP Wednesday 🧁

Thanks for the tag @hoodie-buck! 🩷 This is from my Amazing Race fic, which I thought might be a one-shot, but is quickly devolving into a two-shot faster than I can say "roadblock". Enjoy!

Eddie sighs, wringing his hands together. “So, I’ve been thinking a lot. About what you said the other day. How I should put myself out there more. And how I should maybe start doing more things for myself.”

“Right,” Buck says, cocking his head a little.  

“And I think you were right about that. You made me think about things in a way that I hadn’t really before. Mainly what I’m doing with my life, and what I’m getting out of it. I’ve been living with Christopher so front of mind that I never really stopped to think about what I want. And so I brought you here to ask you something that I think is a little overdue.”

Buck straightens up in his seat and sets his hands on the table. He looks back at Eddie, eyes glimmering with something that looks strangely like hope. “Okay.”

“Buck.” Eddie takes a deep breath. “Will you be my partner?” He clears his throat. “Uh, m-my Amazing Race partner,” he clarifies quickly because he realizes that was his id talking there. He suddenly wants to sink underneath the floorboards of this establishment and live on as a cellar stowaway, if it means he'll never be perceived or slip up again.

Buck just gapes at him–eyes wide, mouth hanging open, no reply. It’s as if unbridled joy was thrown into a bowl with wilting disappointment and was promptly blended into the most utter confusion he’s ever seen on a person, even for Buck. His eyes, his brow, his cheeks and his lips all tell vastly different stories. For the first time in Eddie’s life, he’s not sure what to make of Buck’s response. 

“Oh.”

Oh? This was… not the reaction he’d been expecting. “Yeah. Is, um, everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Buck says, vaguely gesturing into the air. “Just, uh, processing it all. So you’re… you’re really going to do it?”

Eddie nods. “I called her back this morning. You were right. I should do something for myself. A little extra money wouldn’t hurt. And who knows? Maybe it could be fun.”

“And you want me to run it with you? What about your sisters, or–or your parents?”

“You really think I could stand to race around the world with anyone in my family right now? And I hope you realize that all the reasons that you said I’d be good at it apply to you, too. You know more random facts about the world than anyone else I know, and you know so much about the race. And I trust you to have my back. Can’t really say that for many other people.” His eyes widen. “You know how to drive stick, right? ‘Cause Bobby says that’s important.”

“I do, actually.” Bucks gaze shifts down to the table, his fingers lacing together anxiously. “Eddie, I–I can’t…” he trails off, and flits his eyes toward him again, but can't quite meet him square. “You sure you really want to do this with me?”

“Are you kidding? You’re the only person I’d want to do this with.” This, and everything else, for the rest of my life. “So, what do you say? You in?”

Tagging: @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @queerbuckleys @bibuckbuckley

@ashwinmeird @loserdiaz

#buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #wip wednesday #fic snippet #nothing safe is worth the drive feed

[lizardlicks]

a scene that presented itself to me with very little context:

Sokka is trying and failing to light a fire inside this chaos. At first it was a little funny, but the longer Sokka goes without successfully producing a spark with his stupid little rocks, the more frustrated Zuko becomes watching him. He could do this in his sleep. A baby could have sneezed and lit the fire by now.

Click

“Make the Avatar stop playing with his stupid monkey and light it.”

Click “First of all, Momo is a Lemur. Second: Aang can’t firebend, and third: fuck you.”

Click, click

“Oh for Agni’s sake, then untie me and I’ll do it!” “No. See again: fuck you.”

Click, click, click

Zuko has had enough. He scoots forward and leans over Sokka’s bundle of (he notes slightly damp-- no wonder the boy is struggling) kindling and fills his chest, forcing the air deep into his lungs. He’s only seen Uncle do this once, but Zuko had already learned the basics of the technique. Standard firebending involved stoking his inner fire with the correct breathing, then letting it flow with the movement of his limbs, down his chi paths, and out as visible bursts. Uncle had shown him how to hold that energy, feeding it through the pathways in a looping circuit that warmed him through. But where breath came in it also flowed out, and where chi could flow-- “What are you--” Sokka starts to ask, leaning back away from the prince crowding into his space. With no other warning, Zuko opens his mouth. And fire pours out. Sokka throws himself away from the flames with a yelp, but they don’t go any further than the sad pile of wood he had been failing to light. “Aaaah! How-- What-- You can breathe that!?”

Zuko sits back with a satisfied huff, tries unsuccessfully to shake off the sweat that’s beaded on his forehead. “Apparently.”

#sokka #zuko #atla zuko #prince zuko #atla sokka #fic snippet #atla #avatar the last airbender #lizard writes stupid things #atla fic

[nemaliwrites]

have a lil snippet from the bodyswap fic hehe

“Sorry,” Marinette mutters, spinning back around in her chair to face him. “It’s just…”

“I get it,” says Plagg. “You’re finally in Loverboy’s room, and you want all the super secret dirt on him, right?”

“I’m in his body,” she points out. “How much more dirt can there be?”

“Hey, my lips are sealed. You’ll never break me — unless it happens to be with a particularly well aged block of camembert, of course.”

Marinette rolls her eyes, but try as she might, she can’t get back to work. So she sits back in her chair and considers Plagg.

“Is it…is it really this bad?” she asks.

Plagg loses his air of joking, lowering his tone to match hers. “Worse, sometimes,” he says, “but getting the kid to talk about it is like walking on broken glass. Man, is he determined to keep smiling.”

She blinks at him. “Isn’t…isn’t that a good thing?”

“Not always,” says Plagg. “Sometimes, the longer you keep smiling, the more you forget what your face is really supposed to look like.”

#plagg #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #fic snippet

[munsonkitten]

“Can I tell you something?” Steve whispers, tugging Eddie in closer to his body.

Eddie hums in response, nuzzling his face into Steve’s neck. “Sure, baby.”

“You know how we got you out of the Upside Down and brought you back here?” Steve asks. He rubs his hands up and down Eddie’s back, and continues without waiting for an answer. “I carried you up to the bathtub in my parents’ bathroom, got your pants off, and you were covered in so much blood, and I was already fighting off an infection myself, so I wasn’t all there, and I honestly… Man, I honestly thought the bats ate your dick and that I’d have to break the news.”

Eddie snorts, a quiet laugh pressed to Steve’s skin.

“Then you said to me, and you were half-conscious and kind of delirious, you said ‘if you wanna look at my pussy, at least buy me dinner first,’” Steve whispers. “Figured maybe it was fine, then.”

“Wait,” Eddie says, pulling back. “Is that why you always brought food when you started coming over?”

Steve laughs, then shakes his head. Quietly, he answers, “Nah, man, that was because you lost like forty pounds from not eating.”

“Well, that’s not as fun,” Eddie huffs. “Can we pretend you’ve just been trying to catch a glimpse ever since?”

“Sure,” Steve whispers. “I mean, not that I wasn’t trying to catch another glimpse, I mean that much is pretty obvious at this point, but, nah. I was just worried you weren’t eating enough.”

Eddie hums again and rolls over onto his back. “I don’t remember much. Being here, I mean. I just… I mean, I have bits and pieces, but then I remember waking up in the hospital with Wayne next to my bed. I didn’t think that was real, to be honest.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs. “Yeah, it, uh… I tried taking care of you, and after I kinda put the pieces together, I wasn’t gonna let anyone else see you or touch you, I mean, I kind of knew what it meant, you know, to be transsexual, and I didn’t know everything, but I figured it was enough that I found out without your permission. I mean, I think about… Never mind, just… Yeah, so I tried taking care of you, but, like I said, I was sick, too. I think, um, it was Nancy… She kind of found us half-dead in my bed after not hearing from us for a couple days. She got in contact with Wayne, got us both to the hospital. You were there longer than me.”

“Does Nancy know?” Eddie whispers. “I mean, we talk a lot, and she’s never… She’s never mentioned it, but would she if she did?”

“She doesn’t know, baby. As far as I know, she doesn’t. I’m telling you, man, I didn’t let anyone else see you for days. I was…”

“My guard dog, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Steve chuckles.

“Mhm,” Eddie hums. “Should give you a treat.”

Steve smiles, presses a kiss to Eddie’s temple. “I’ve got it already.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie mumbles. “You can’t break out the Harrington charm right now.”

“Why not?” Steve asks.

“Because I’m gonna need to fuck you again for that and I don’t think I can move.”

Steve laughs and curls himself around Eddie. “Alright, I’ll cool it with the charm, then.”

They both sleep soundly that night, but Steve finds himself thinking about all of those complicated things before he drifts off, and again when he wakes up in the morning, as he watches Eddie fix his hair and slide on his rings over painted nails.

from chapter 5 of “you make me feel like i am whole again” on ao3

#steddie #steve x eddie #trans eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steve/eddie #stranger things #my fics #fic snippet #transmasc eddie munson #genderqueer steve harrington

[naffeclipse]

he he ho ho

hehehehehe

#fic snippet #boy oh boy #happy day indeed

[linecrosser]

Febwhump 2024 - Day 16 - Come back wrong

Inspired by a Fic-Snippet, courtesy of @grubus! (Go check their writing out, it's truly epic!)

Situation: SQQ never got that fake plant body, but instead somehow ends up back in a body that's half-dead and needs daily qi-transfusions from LBH to avoid going full corpse-like again

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Shen Qingqiu woke up dead.

There was relief in this. He laid upon a soft bed and he did not breathe. He laid there, feeling how his heart beat sluggishly in his chest.

He had died.

Shen Qingqiu stared at the ceiling above. He did not recognize it. It was vaulted and covered in art, gold lining it in a very expensive way. He did not blink, for his eyes did not dry. Slowly, very slowly, he wrinkled his nose.

“I’m dead,” he said, and there was a loud crash.

He turned his head to look. There was more bed at first, enough that he could stretch out one arm and not reach the end of it. He stared and stared until Luo Binghe sat up from the floor, hair a mess and his eyes wide as he stared at Shen Qingqiu.

“Shizun?” Luo Binghe breathed.

“Binghe,” he greeted, and he knew that he should be afraid. He was dead, after all, because he had died. He had made his core explode in order to help Luo Binghe avoid qi deviation.

But his heart was slow. He couldn’t be afraid.

~

It had been exactly three years since he died.

He found this out after many tears had been spilled, soaking his robes. Shen Qingqiu was aware that he should be able to feel that, and he did. But the sensation was muted, the way it felt when one pressed a hand against the dry side of a rain stained window. It was wet and it was not.

He petted Binghe’s fluffy head and felt muted softness.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday16 #Come back wrong #death #resurection #svsss #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #whump #whump art #fic snippet #seriously go check out gemis writing its just *chefs kiss*

[zarasu]

I've been awfully distracted from conquer by writing on my abyss demon!sy bingyuan au. Have a snippet! Binghe and Shen Yuan reunite at Huan Hua.

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His first reaction to seeing Shen Yuan at Huan Hua Palace was rage, thinly veiling fear.

Shen Yuan was the seduction he had fled from, finally catching back up to him. He was the blissful oasis, coming to distract him from his goals. He was the promise of comfort and belonging, hovering at the edge of everything happening to make Binghe lose sight of what was important.

There he was, bowing before the Old Palace Master, this unassuming, soft little man. There was no sign, now, of his dark mana that used to surround him at all times, no playful tendrils curling around Binghe's ankles, no extra mouths, eyes or sharp teeth.

He looked like a normal, harmless young cultivator and Binghe wondered how he had managed to gain control of his nature so quickly, when control seemed to be far away just a year and a half ago.

The only thing that didn't seem to have changed was how quickly Shen Yuan sensed his presence.

Black eyes found him under the cover of long eyelashes and Binghe hated how quickly his body sprung to attention in response, awareness coursing through him like crackling electricity.

He wondered if Shen Yuan knew how he commanded his body, even after all this time.

Sensing his distraction, the Old Palace Master followed Shen Yuan's glance until he saw Binghe standing at the entrance.

"Ah, Binghe," he called, intentionally informal, possessive indulgence in his eyes. He reached out, beckoning, and Binghe came closer until the Old Palace Master could put a heavy hand on his shoulder.

With close interest, Binghe watched as Shen Yuan's hand twitched at his side.

He got his first good look at the scene now. Shen Yuan was in simple cultivator's robes and there was a large, dead beast laid at the palace master's feet. A winged lioness. A rare catch, outside of the abyss, and a deadly one too. Many cultivators would naively go for the males, desiring their golden mane, and disregarding the infinitely more dangerous female lions. That Shen Yuan had not only managed to kill one but came out of the fight seemingly completely unharmed spoke of his power and competence.

And the Old Palace Master knew it.

Slowly, Binghe started to understand what was happening before him. Shen Yuan was trying to get into Huan Hua. He was trying to bait the Old Palace Master into keeping him here and, going by the greedy shine in the old man's eyes, it was working.

"Binghe," Shen Yuan said then, unexpectedly. "It's good to see you well."

He shook off his momentary surprise. Binghe wasn't sure why he had thought they would pretend not to know each other, but obviously Shen Yuan had had other plans.

Before he could reply, the Old Palace Master interjected. "Master Shen knows our Binghe?"

Shen Yuan's face grew a little stiff, but Binghe finally found his voice. "Shen Yuan. I didn't expect to see you here." There was a moment of silence before he added: "I'm glad to see you too."

Where had his eloquency gone? He felt like a bumbling youth, all talk and nothing behind it. He quickly turned to the Old Palace Master. "We met on my travels. Shen Yuan saved me from a situation that would have otherwise ended very badly for me. I owe him my life."

Maybe Shen Yuan hadn't been so sure of his welcome after all, going by the way his stiff expression was replaced by surprised pleasure. "Anyone would have done what I did."

Binghe felt the sudden, desperate urge to laugh.

"Well, any friend of Binghe's is a friend of Huan Hua," the Old Palace Master said. "Of course, Master Shen is welcome to stay for as long as it pleases him." He looked like he had just added two profitable, fat cows to his stables instead of inviting two wolves into his flock of sheep.

Shen Yuan bowed, his eyes flicking away from where the Old Palace Master still had his hand on Binghe's arm. "This one is grateful for the palace master's generosity."

"I will have a servant take care of your gift so that we can display the hide soon. Come, Shen Yuan, I'm sure we can find a room for you." He put his other hand on Shen Yuan's shoulder and pulled both of them to the door, deeper into the palace.

Hidden by the way they were walking ahead of the palace master, Shen Yuan turned his face to Binghe just the slightest bit. As soon as their eyes met, Shen Yuan's mouth curled up into a sly fox's smile.

#svsss #bingyuan #binggeyuan #demon sy #svsss au #fic snippet #my fanfiction #possessive sy #original luo binghe #shen yuan

[transingthoseformers]

Ignore Prowl I think you two should do it

#suggestive #megop #Megatron #Optimus prime #prowl #fic snippet #fic reading as ya do

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck 💖

I'm jumping between wips and ships so much rn, but trust me, it's even more chaotic in my brain like at all times lol it's so annoying

wasn't gonna post today but I figured I'd share a bit of the cheating fic bc I moved my self-imposed deadline to middle of may and istg I'm not moving it again so I need motivation to finish this lmao

(this scene is fighting me ngl, but I need it, and it's just gonna need a lot of editing but for now this is just a rough draft lol)

prev snippet

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Not breaking the kiss, Eddie shifts, throwing his leg over Buck’s lap, straddling him, and Buck’s hands immediately wrap around his hips, bringing him closer, as close as possible, just needing Eddie closer. Eddie gasps when their crotches collide, and breaks the kiss, Buck’s lips moving to Eddie’s neck.

“Buck.” Eddie whispers. “Buck, we- we should talk.” Eddie tries, but one of his hands is tangled in Buk’s hair, holding on tight. Buck stills his movements, looks up at Eddie and sees reluctance in his face. He’s not sure if it’s reluctance to stop or continue, and he needs to know for sure, would never want Eddie to feel pressured in any way. They have no alcohol to blame this time, after all.

“If you want to, let’s stop, and we can talk.” Buck says, voice a little shaky as he adds, “But we can always talk tomorrow?”, knowing this is a very bad decision, once again. He’s looking at Eddie’s face and sees something complicated, a conflict, a battle with himself. His eyes roam over Buck’s face, lingering on his eyes, then lips, then back to eyes. In the end, some part of Eddie wins, or loses, and he captures Buck’s lips with his own again.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck

@eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life

@diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck

@loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff

@spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus

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#wip wednesday #buddie cheating fic #eddie is not able to resist buck for the third time in this fic oops lol #both of them are so messy and make such bad decisions and i'm living for it <3 #also im almost sure there will be an eddie pov chapter after this so let's hope i don't forget this moment and his thoughts here lmao #tbh I'm about to have a stressful day in two days and I'm already stressing out and can't really focus on writing #but also need it to distract me lol #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste) #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #also writing two bucktommy fics rn that take more of my attention than this ngl lol i'll be fully back to it soon tho haha

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Bryce/Jared, Elaine; Man of the Hour (Day, Week, Month, Year)

For the prompt: One of the articles Bryce mentions. "…like, a profile thing? How it was growing up gay in hockey, that kind of thing… A chance to establish myself as like, I am now,” Bryce says. “Kind of like — not set the record straight, exactly, but like, show I’ve matured and stuff. "

It’s the definition of a typical Vancouver day, drizzly and overcast, when I meet Bryce Marcus. He likely needs no introduction, but I will introduce him anyway: the star centre for the Vancouver Canucks who went from being the enemy while playing for the arch-rival Calgary Flames to becoming possibly the most beloved man in the city: certainly if you you asked the fans streaming out of Rogers Arena after watching the Canucks win the Cup for the third time, or the hundreds of thousands of lining Burrard to cheer on their Canucks at the Stanley Cup Parade on a beautiful sunny day this June.

The weather is anything but glamourous today, however, and at the Marcus Matheson household, the surroundings aren’t either.

Jared Matheson, husband and teammate of Bryce, apologizes as I step over a box in their hallway. “We’re kind of in the middle of a move right now.”

They’re trading their two-bedroom condo for something ‘a little more permanent’. Both have decided that wherever their NHL careers may take them, Vancouver is going to remain home, and they’ve just closed on a house nearby.

“Bryce is weirdly excited about getting to mow the lawn,” Jared tells me as we wait for Bryce to finish getting ready. In light of the hyper-competitive Vancouver real estate market it’s entirely understandable to be excited about lawncare — it means you have a lawn to care for — but one wouldn’t have expected that to extend even to Vancouver’s sports stars.

When Bryce emerges, five minutes after my arrival, he announces himself by swearing as he trips over a box of his own, and then apologising, both for his language and his tardiness.

“He was doing his hair,” Jared says.

“I was not,” Bryce scowls, but doesn’t offer an alternative explanation.

After a quick tour of their condo, which is currently half in boxes, Bryce and I hop into his Audi S8 — naturally courtesy Capilano Audi, whose ads featuring him are inescapable during Canucks games. We drive to Richmond so he can show me his old haunts: elementary, middle, and high school — though he finished high school in Washington while playing for the Spokane Chiefs — his home rink, the Dairy Queen his mother took him after hockey games. He’s a capable, if slightly aggressive driver. I mention this because from the dire warning I received from Jared on the way out the door I genuinely believed I might not survive the drive.

Bryce finally pulls into the driveway of an unassuming but cheerful house on a quiet suburban street. The morning drizzle has faded, and the weather is now just as bright and warm as his childhood home, and the mother who raised him there. Already waiting for us on the porch, his mother Elaine Marcus offers me a glass of lemonade. “Store bought, I’m afraid,” she says with a smile. “I’m not much of homemaker.”

Over lemonade and cookies — “Also store bought,” Elaine admits, “but this bakery is very good!”, and she’s right about that — she shows me an array of childhood and teenage photos while Bryce complains to his mother that she’s ‘embarrassing’ him.

The photos are more inspiring than embarrassing: photo after photo of a beaming little boy in an equally small Canucks jersey, proudly brandishing a plastic mini-stick (Canucks branded, of course). A true example of someone who grew up to live his childhood dream.

Sadly, as he gets a older the smile disappears, as does the man beaming in the background of so many of those happy photos. His father, Ben Marcus, was killed by an impaired driver at the age of 32. It devastated Elaine and Bryce, who was only four at the time.

“It was hard,” Elaine says. “He didn’t understand. I didn’t understand, when it came down to it. It was a hard time. He wanted to play hockey all the time, it was the only thing he wanted. He was really only happy on the ice.”

“I just wanted him to be happy,” she says, smiling tearfully, and as Bryce wraps a protective arm around his mother's shoulders, I offer to give them a moment.

“It was a long time ago,” Elaine says in dismissal, wiping her eyes. “It’s just hard sometimes. Ben loved hockey, loved watching the Canucks with Bryce — he’d have been so proud to see Bryce lift the Cup for them. I am too, of course, but it was always Ben and Bryce’s thing. He would have been so proud.”

I do give them a moment then, and when I return, my lemonade has been refilled and both are all smiles once again, though Bryce's doesn't last. He cringes as we go through photos of his teen years. There’s a sullen look on his face in every picture.

And what was Bryce like as a teenager?

"I'll let him answer that," Elaine says diplomatically.

“I don’t really know,” Bryce says, looking thoughtful. “Angry, I guess. I was an angry kid. And confused.”

About his sexuality?

“Everything was confusing,” Bryce says. “But yeah, definitely that too.”

“Bryce cared so much,” Elaine says. “About everything. He still does. The world’s hardest on the people who care most about it.”

Like so many hockey players who’ve come out since Dan Riley and Marc Lapointe did in 2010, he credits their coming out as a major influence on his journey of coming to terms with his identity as both a gay man and a pro hockey player.

“You don’t really put it together,” Bryce says. He turned sixteen the summer the Leafs won the Stanley Cup, and Riley and Lapointe subsequently came out. “Like, okay, sure, you can be gay and play hockey. Except nobody thought that. I didn’t think that. If you said that, maybe I’d say okay, but I didn’t believe it.”

How, then, did he reconcile being gay and playing hockey?

“That's the thing,” Bryce says. “I didn’t, you know? I was playing hockey, so obviously I wasn’t, right? Because if I was gay, then I wouldn’t be playing, would I?”

“It sounds so ridiculous saying it now,” he reflects. “But that’s what I thought. And I wasn’t the only one.”

But even more than Riley and Lapointe blazing a trail before him, he credits meeting his husband Jared at a hockey skills camp in Calgary. In the year before he met Jared, then twenty year old Bryce was arrested twice, for assault and DWI: the latter in particular shook his mother, considering how his father died.

"I was worried about him," she says. "That's probably an understatement."

“I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn't met Jared,” Bryce says. “I genuinely don’t. I don’t think I’d be out. I know I wouldn’t be happy. You know, everyone says it isn’t like in the movies. Falling in love, I mean. That love at first sight and all that is b******t. But that’s pretty much what it was for me.”

Was it mutual?

Bryce laughs. “You’d have to ask Jared, he tells it better than me,” he says. “But no, not really. I wasn't good enough for him. I'm still not good enough for him, but I try to be."

Another warning I’d received from his husband before my tour around town? That Bryce was an incurable romantic. This warning certainly seems more warranted than the one about Bryce’s driving.

And what does Bryce think about Jared’s warning, and his additional suggestion to take anything Bryce said about him with a healthy grain of salt?

“[Jared]’s just modest,” Bryce says.

“He lights up when Jared’s around,” Elaine says. “It’s just like when he was a little boy — every time he stepped onto the ice, he beamed. It’s the same thing with Jared. He’s so happy. It’s so wonderful to see him like that.”

And how was it, not only getting to play with his husband, but to raise the Stanley Cup together?

“It’s a dream come true,” Bryce says. “Really. I know that’s such a cliche, but so is love at first sight, right? And the hometown boy winning it all for his childhood team. They’re all cliches. But they’re my life.”

“I know just how lucky I am,” Bryce says. “Winning with Jared, with this team — it’s been such a whirlwind of a year.”

I tell him to enjoy it.

“I do,” he says, smiling so widely I have no doubt he’s telling the truth. “I really, really do.”

#SOTM #fic snippet #bryce marcus #jared matheson #elaine marcus

[tranakin-skywalker]

It’s a lazy morning, the likes of which they rarely get. But with the end of the war so close, Padmé dares to hope for more mornings like this. Waking up lazy and happy and safe, her husband curled around her side and not off fighting a war he has no say in.

Three years ago it felt like a dream, but today she can practically taste the hundred mornings she’ll have just like this.

Hopefully with less datawork, though.

Padmé scrolls through her senate reports, trying to ignore the way they make anxiety knot up inside her chest. There is a slope the Republic is slipping down, and she fears she won’t know how steep it is or how deep it goes until they finally hit the bottom.

Her husband’s face pressed against the side of her belly is so much more pleasant to focus on. He hums sweet nothings to it, the naked metal of his right hand brushing tender fingers over her nightgown. It’s a lullaby he’s singing, she thinks, but she doesn’t recognize the words. It’s in a language she’s only heard him speak a handful of times, so much softer and sweeter than Huttese could ever sound. She likes his voice when he speaks it.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs, no longer able to focus on her reports.

The hand against her stomach pauses. "I want them to know I'm here, that I love them.” She can feel Anakin swallow, his throat bobbing against her side. Softly, he adds, “I want to make sure they know my voice… just in case.”

It breaks her heart, hearing him say things like that. Implying in any shape or form that he might die out there fighting. That he might ever die at all. She cannot imagine her life without him.

The hand not holding her datapad finds his scalp. Padmé runs her fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of him there, beside her. Where he is supposed to be.

“They’ll know you,” she promises. 

Anakin hums, the sound reverberating against her stomach. She feels the baby inside her shift. His thumb starts rubbing soothing circles over it again, and the movement inside her settles.

“I never thought I’d get to be a father,” he whispers, soft enough she almost misses it. “Even as a kid, back on Tatooine, I just... it wasn't something I thought I'd be able to have.” The metal fingers press in a little firmer. Not painful, never painful. Just holding her in that desperate, adoring way of his. Like he can’t quite believe that she’s real. Like she’ll disappear between his fingers if he doesn’t hold in. 

“I wanted to, though,” he continues. “Be a dad.” The next breath he takes shudders out of his chest. “I thought the closest thing I would get was having a padawan. And even that... I didn't think the council would let me... let me take on a padawan..."

Hurt lingers in the silence. Padmé knows he’d been so terrified when he was first given Ahsoka. Scared out of his mind that he was going to ruin her, somehow. She thinks there’s a part of him that thinks he did. That blames himself for what happened. 

"We need to tell Ahsoka when she gets back…” he finally says, fingers curling. “She needs to know she's going to be a big sister."

@padme-amidalanaberrie asked for some soft Anidala so here you go

#myart #my fics #anidala #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anakin/padme #fic snippet #Star-Birth #technically. this is from one of the later books #fic: singularity

[aurae-rori]

TIMELOOP AVENTIO AU BRAINROT

so i've been thinking and like they've actually been in my brain rolling around. i'm thinking about them dancing in one of the loops. ratio leading aventurine around in a slow, wonderful dance just for the two of them. there's no music and yet they dance, step after step, because it's just the two of them and time is limited but ratio wants to forget about how tomorrow aventurine will die. all he wants to do is hold this dearest gambler in his arms and pray to some sort of aeon that it will all be okay, somehow, someday. not now, though. now, he interlocks fingers with this man who's going to defy fate with his own help, and continues to dance.

he dances like he has no future or no past, and like this is not the thousandth time he's had to live through these days.

he dances like tomorrow he will wake up and it will be different.

#aventio time loop au #aventio #ratiorine #hsr ratio #aventurine #hsr aventurine #drratio #raturine #veritas ratio #dr ratio #dr ratio x aventurine #dancing #fic snippet #come eat my children

[lets-try-some-writing]

A few lines of dialogue from a fic of mine that I haven't worked on properly in months.

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Megatronus Prime: “What are you doing with Solus’s tools?”

Thirteen, standing there innocently with one of Solus's spare hammers: "..."

Megatronus Prime: “Where is my beloved?”

Thirteen who literally cannot speak because he a ball of energy with legs: "???"

Megatronus Prime, totally not understanding and paranoid as all get out: ���Answer me dutiless Prime. I will not tolerate any further tests of my limited patience.”

Thirteen, who once again, CANNOT SPEAK: "!?!"

Megatronus Prime who has opted to threaten in light of a lack of information: “We may be kin, but I am not afraid to blast your helm clean off your shoulders if you fail to tell me where Solus is. Do you understand?”

Thirteen: "..."

Thirteen: *Hits Megatronus's jaw with the hammer so hard he frickin breaks it*

#thirteen was literally just doing some forging and megs p chose violence #lack of words vs dude who knows only words #problems abound #lets try some writing mumbles #fic snippet #megatronus prime #the thirteenth prime