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catofoldstones · 8 months

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Brienne I am in love with you

#brienne of tarth #she’s thinking of sansa with such empathy #she understands her even though she’s never met her #grrm took catelyn from me but gifted me brienne #what a marvellous character #what a perfect foil to every ‘craven’ knight yet shown #ily bb #affc #brienne I #sansa stark #asoiaf #chapter excerpt

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the-writing-mobster · 5 months

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| The Most Dangerous Game | Frisk Starling | 💔 |

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Fly home, Starling...

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“We found another body.”

The steely grip of dread slowly wrapped its claws around her stomach and she sucked in a long breath.

Somehow, she’d always known it would happen. She’d prayed to gods she didn’t believe in that maybe it wouldn’t.

Maybe he’d slack off. Maybe they’d catch him just in time. But she’d always known that the other shoe would drop.

Another body would fall.

They always do.

Eventually.

“I'll be on my way.”

“I don't know if that's a good idea.”

She was already grabbing her camera off the shelf over her computer and slinging it around her neck. “Not a good idea to do my job? You called me,” she pointed out as she jogged back down the hall, her footsteps still hauntingly quiet against the wood boards.

“To warn you.”

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Intrigued? You must be! That's why I very conveniently linked the chapter right here! 🤯 Read TMDG if you know what's good for you!

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wikiangela · 8 months

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For a holiday (and forevermore) - now complete

chapters: 30/30

words: 94k

rating: M

summary: Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...

aka a fluffy fake-dating, rom-com-inspired fic (with only a splash of angst), with lots of family feels, oblivious and pining idiots in love, bed sharing, hand holding, denial of feelings

[read on Ao3]

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(excerpt from chapter 2)

“Honestly, sometimes I wanna just bring some random guy home for the holidays and introduce him as my boyfriend just to spite them and shut them all up.” he adds without thinking, frustration still evident in his voice.

“I mean, we can do that.” Buck says, his tone teasing. Eddie snorts. “What? I could be your boyfriend.” he continues and Eddie feels his cheeks heat up. Shit.

“Yeah, right.” he chuckles.

“No, seriously, we could do that.” Buck’s voice sounds more earnest now, and Eddie looks at him with surprise. He can’t be serious, Eddie was joking, it was just a thought, a crazy idea from the spiteful and petty side of him.

“I wasn’t serious.”

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(excerpt from chapter 6)

He feels his face and neck grow hot. Why the hell did Buck buy him a Valentine’s Day gift? “For my fake boyfriend.” he adds, smirking, as he finally steps inside the house.

“Oh.” Eddie’s kind of stunned. Obviously, it’s a joke. They’re pretending to date, so Buck figures it’s funny to buy him something. No big deal. Except, try telling this to Eddie’s heart that flutters in that certain way he doesn’t want to name… because fact of the matter is, Buck noticed what day it is, that it’s Valentine’s Day, a day of love, and his first thought was Eddie. But it’s a joke. Of course. He can’t read into this. “Thanks.” he chuckles nervously, closing the door and trying to get it together. It’s not weird, you can buy a friend a Valentine’s Day gift. Especially as an inside joke, because you’re fake boyfriends anyway. He takes a deep breath and follows Buck to the kitchen. He adds jokingly: “Sorry, got nothing for you. I had no idea what day it is.”

“Yeah, me too. Until I got to the store and saw all the Valentine’s Day-themed stuff.” Buck says, putting the beer in the fridge. “But kinda figures we’re spending it together, huh?” he looks over his shoulder to grin at Eddie. “Since we’re kinda dating.”

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if you like fluff and romcoms, especially the movie "Holidate" (2020) which inspired this, and Eddie&Maddie friendship, and sibling dynamics (particularly big brother!Eddie), and uncle Buck (not only to Jee👀), and Buck being a ray of sunshine everyone falls in love with - you might like this one haha

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vanguard-if · 4 months

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chapter 1 sneak peek

hi everyone! i am excited to announce that the prologue of Vanguard is FINISHED, and will be released tomorrow (Sunday)! as a treat, here's an excerpt from Chapter One!

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“Is someone…there?”

A cough. Your breath caught in your throat, and you whipped your body around towards the direction of the weak voice. Your line of sight narrowed down to a nearby overgrowth, laden with thick vines and sage coloured moss. Upon closer inspection, it looks like a shabbily put together tree fortress of sorts; one that a child would make. The foliage partly obscured the entrance, a light glowing behind the curtain of greenery.

A fire.

Then a laugh rang out, echoing. One that was surely meant to lighten the mood, but you could only think about the way it sounded like the air was being stripped from their lungs; a sound that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Cautiously, very, very cautiously, you approached, one foot in front of the other. Leaves crunched under each deliberate step.

The smell of iron stung your sensitive nostrils. You stopped dead in your tracks, your heart dropping.

Your eyes widened in horror as your gaze slowly averted to the ground below your feet, the blades of grass coated with crimson.

Blood. Yeah, that’s definitely blood.

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the-gothmother-writes · 10 months

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| 🖤 Starstruck | Character Intro: Vincent Gallagher

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We don't need more talk / don't empty out your canteen on the desert floor / ahhhh it's all my fault / never want to spell it out / just wanna say it's all my fault

Tendrils of acrid smoke curled against the plumes of dark, swirling clouds before it was promptly scattered by a gust of August wind. Carried with the wind was the perfume of sun-soaked garbage, car exhaust and… a distant hint of rain.

While the earbuds stuffed in Vincent’s ears drowned out the songs of the city with much more preferable music… he knew he could never truly escape the smell.

The thought brought a slight smirk to the corner of his lip before he took another long drag of his cigarette. His strange solution to the city aroma.

Can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

He held the smoke within him, feeling the burn and the welcome buzz that came with it. When the burn was too much to bear, he let it escape with a heavy sigh, before flicking the cigarette onto the ground and snuffing it out with a grind of his heel. He sucked a breath of not-so-clean air and dragged his hands through his black hair to clear it from his vision.

The moving traffic blurred in the corner of his eye as he turned into the doorway of the hole-in-the-wall record store.

Ding-ding!

The door cheerfully announced his presence to no one. The aisles empty… the register unmanned.

He nodded slowly to himself, accepting this ghost-town of a record store and plucked out his earbuds. Sunna’s “I Miss” was replaced by The Bauhaus’s “Bela Lugosi’s Dead.” A small hum escaped him as he crept like a lone island through the sea of vinyl.

If that gothic stuff was playing then that meant Cassie was working today. Wouldn’t that be a treat? Despite his musings, he didn’t look up to check.

Instead, his dark, whiskey-soaked eyes took to wandering the albums. His calloused fingers tracing the band names and their respective album titles.

Ramones… Rocket to Russia…

Dead Kennedys…. Bedtime for Democracy.

X… Under the Big, Black Sun...

As he flipped through the vinyls, the covers twisted… bleeding hearts and haircuts melted into skeletons… serpents coiled around scythes.

The Brothers Grimm…

Vincent’s heart lingered on the mirage until it began to ache. So close he could taste it, and yet… How do you expect to get there when you can’t get your act together? Sneered that mean voice within his head. His eye twitched, and while his heart swelled with frustration, while a million excuses and protests poured through him, he had no rebuttal.

The albums fell bitterly back into place.

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melusine0811 · 3 months

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The Space Between the Stars- ch 24 excerpt

"Aloy remembers that sacred and harrowing day of the storm, back on their island where they had retreated underneath the network of highways. She can clearly see the absolute terror on Seyka’s face as she’d mitigated an intense flashback to the typhoon her people went through, and Seyka herself who felt responsible for not saving enough people. For nearly losing her sister.

Aloy turns towards her, knees now facing each other cross-legged, still leaning on the Sunwing, and she takes her hands in her own, looking into Seyka’s red-rimmed midnight eyes, and she feels such intense remorse that it’s making her feel physically ill.

She knows she will probably feel worse when she sets things right with Beta, but right now it’s Seyka who is the priority.

Hurting the two people she loves the most in the world at the same time…that ’s like an art form. It has her name written all over it in blood and ash, burning a trail of pain and death everywhere she goes.

Destruction.

Her voice wobbles and her hands continue to shake as they grip Seyka’s, and she chokes out the words.

“Seyka, I’m sorry…I should have realized that this would trigger…”

Seyka suddenly shifts and scoots closer, slinging her legs around Aloy’s waist and she places her fingertips on Aloy’s chin, tilting her up so that she’s looking into her soul…into those rings of green fractals that reach infinitely to the heavens.

Seyka draws her in and whispers against her mouth, her hot breath warming Aloy’s lips, “Shh…don’t want to talk about it anymore. Doesn’t matter now…”

And she kisses her gently. The Sunwing squawks and shifts against them, moving its wing so that it is better supporting them leaning on it.

For Aloy, that tug originating beneath her navel yanks her into facing reality. She needs this woman like she needs breath…and she knows Seyka needs her every bit as much. Seyka wraps one arm around her, the other hand framing her face as she kisses her.

The feeling of cold death that had been sliding down Aloy’s spine, along with the debilitating tremors all start to dissipate. The world shifts into color again as though liquid hue is slowly flooding everything like a painting.

It’s just a series of slow, gentle kisses, but to Aloy…every hair on her body responds, just like always. And just like always, she knows that Seyka had forgiven her long before anything had even happened in the first place.

The world silences around them, up here, high on the perch, and they’re floating on the ocean, facing massive waves together, as Seyka clings to Aloy for dear life, kissing her more deeply.

Aloy feels that sense of home all over again as Seyka pulls back, sliding the tip of her nose along Aloy’s, snagging her mouth with her own at the end.

She’s back there again, under that highway, lightning branching and forking, illuminating Seyka’s bare body as Aloy’s hands had roamed across the planes of her skin.

She stops Seyka.

“No, I mean it. I’m sorry. And I’m going to set things right with Beta too. But with you, I didn’t mean to trigger that…I remember what it was like last time…the day of the storm.”

“Aloy…please. Yeah, that was scary, but don’t forget I told you that was also one of the best days of my life. The morning by that pool…then we sparred with my new spear. Then the storm happened, and you took me away from it, back to safety. You held me and rocked me. And later, it was there that you told me you were in love with me for the first time, there in the grass.”

Seyka pauses.

“That was the day I realized I would spend the rest of my life with you. So stop. Triggers happen everywhere, I know they happen for you too. We just learn to live with them, and focus on more important things…”

She smirks.

“…I believe after that I focused more on getting your clothes off.”

Aloy smiles, joy breaking out on her face, and she kisses her again. It’s not about passion or fire or need. It’s about being home, anywhere she goes with this woman.

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bee-barnes-author · 5 months

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Dead Darlings Tag

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Tagging: @coffeewritesfiction @vivrune @violeaes @tombstuck @ellierenae @milkhoney531 @amandacanwrite @leahkentwriter @pheita @following-the-drum @sirensatyr and an open tag for anyone else!

Rules: Share a part of your writing you love that got cut for the greater good. It doesn't matter if it's a line or a paragraph. It doesn't matter if you might work it back in. If it's not currently in a WIP and you want to share, please do.

Deleted excerpt from 'The Beast in the Glass House' (it's a long one!)

Elijah doesn’t take it well when I tell him I’ll be staying behind this moon cycle, leaving him in charge of the pack while I’m here. “Seriously? You won’t be there? Well, what the hell are you doing instead?”

“I’m attending a Halloween party with Freya and her friends.” I say, cool toned and firm in my phrasing. My little brother can’t talk me out of this one. I’m confident in my position. This is the right path for me.

Elijah gapes at me like I’ve spontaneously sprouted a second head on my shoulders. “How are you going to do that? It’s the first night.”

“I’ll be fine. We’ll leave the party before the moon is even an issue for me.” I wave his concerns off. “Haven’t I proven my control?”

His lips twitch like he has a thousand words to say, but after a moment he finally lands on, “Do you want me here as backup?”

I shake my head. “No, I need you to lead the pack run.”

He pushes back, not satisfied by my answer. “Klaus can do it. I think you need me here as backup.”

“Look, Elijah, I appreciate that you’re trying to protect me, but what you’re actually doing is undermining me. I said I’ll be fine without you.”

My final refusal seems to push his temper over the edge. “But what if you’re not fine?! What if you’re just getting sicker and sicker like dad did?!” He stomps his foot at me like a child and for a long, horrible second I think I’m going to slap him.

But I control myself. I won’t lash out like that. “ENOUGH! Elijah! I am your Alpha and you will obey me!”

“I’m worried about you, jackass!” Elijah roars back, not quite matching my volume. He makes the wise choice not to get in my face. We both know how a fist fight between us would end.

“Don’t you think I’m terrified, too?! You stupid fuck! That’s why I have to do this! If our bond can settle completely, and she knows the truth about us, then everything can go back to normal! But this is a very delicate process. So you need to back. Off.” I emphasize my final words, putting pressure on the pack bond we share. This is an order, and he knows it.

He knows it, and he fucking hates that I’ve done it. Elijah purses his lips, clearly biting back more vicious anger. “Fine.” He snarls, snatching his coat and stomping to the front door. “Fine. Don’t fucking listen to me. Jesus, fuck.” He’s not gentle when shutting the door behind him. He slams it so hard that the door frame vibrates violently, and the pictures on the wall rattle, threatening to slip off their mounts.

Elijah thinks I’m nothing more than a beast, whose cage is actually a house made of glass. He treats me like I’ll explode at any second, goring everyone around me with crystalline shards in the process. Tonight, I will prove to him beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am in control. I won’t have him undermining me with the rest of the wolves. No pack can survive if the Alpha’s Second attempts mutiny.

On the counter, next to where Elijah stood moments ago, is a cluster of purple herbs tied together with twine. Every full moon cycle, Elijah makes tea with this and that helps to delay his transformation for as long as possible. He’s stoned out of his gourd by the time he finishes his second cup, and he says it tastes like eating a fruitarian's shit, but it’s worth it because it works. And, as furious as he is with my choice to stay behind this cycle, he still chose to leave behind a bundle of his precious herbs for me.

I pick the herbs up like they’re more fragile than eggshell china. Like they’ll crumble in my grip if I clutch it too tight. I don’t know the scientific name for them, but the long purple stems grow lush, purple petals, and even the pollen that dusts the feet of the bees is a rich purple. They’re fairly rare on this side of the world. Elijah has the only greenhouse that grows them on the west coast, as far as I know. Lucius had disagreed with using them, so out of respect, Elijah kept the plants on my property and transported small batches to the cabin each moon.

My brother is a good man. I need to remember that. He’s just scared for me, and while, as I said to his face, I’m scared as well, I can’t let that stop me from doing what I need to do. For the good of myself and for the good of the pack. He’ll see that once we’re on the other side of this mess.

For today, I push away the strife. It’s eight a.m, and I’m due to be at your front door in two hours. It’s your tradition to take Halloween day off of work and celebrate in as many ways as you can. You’ve invited me to spend the day leading up to the party with you. Of course, I accepted immediately. What sort of fool would I have to be to decline the opportunity to spend more time with you?

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wikiangela-fanfics · 1 year

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For a holiday (and forevermore)-chapter 17

Chapter 17: Thanksgiving II (excerpt):

(...) “We’re raising Chris together, he’s our son.”

“Yeah.” Buck whispers, looking at Eddie with that genuine smile Eddie hasn’t seen once today.

“How does that even work?” Philip asks, frowning.

“That’s not really what I meant...” Margaret comments with a frown. “And I thought you two were… friends? Right?” her frown deepens, as she looks at Buck, then at Maddie for confirmation, as if she knew about Buck’s love life better than him.

“Chris is as much my son as he is Buck’s.”

“And we’re dating, actually.” Buck suddenly says, and all eyes turn on him. Eddie thinks he can hear Chimney choking on his drink (...). This wasn’t the plan, they weren’t supposed to pretend here, too. Hell, Maddie and Chimney are right here. But if that’s what Buck wants, Eddie’s on board, of course.

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stormyskies-writes · 13 days

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CHAPTER EXCERPT

Hello, my darlings!

If you have been following my blog, or follow me on Wattpad or Instagram at all you will know I have been busily working on my dark spicy fantasy novel, Moonsong! I hope to start realeasing chapters over on Wattpad on APRIL 29! Which is fast approaching. But as a treat I included a chapter excerpt in my latest blog over here.

If you love enemies to lovers, shifters, angsty, steamy romance, spicy scenes that will leave you panting, and fantasy worlds filled with monsters, hunters, and disruptive gods you will adore this series. Make sure you all go check out my latest blog post to read the excerpt of chapter one for Moonsong!

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athenswrites · 4 months

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Knight of Dawn, Chapter 10 [NYTF]

tw: parental death

It was still dark outside when Piers woke from their fitful sleep. Grady was frantically shaking them.

“You need to go to Adele. Now. Marcie said she’s fading fast.”

Piers had never run that fast in their life. The short elevator ride took an eternity, and they almost wiped out when they rounded the corner. The guards stepped aside as they shoved through the doors. Marcie kneeled at one side of the bed, holding Adele’s hand, gently squeezing it. David was beside her, talking in a hushed voice. On the other side stood Dr. Panya, maskless. Xe tried to seem unconcerned, fiddling with the IV and checking her vitals, but xir hands shook and xir nervous tics couldn’t be hidden. At the end of her bed sat Dubois. He was stoic, looking at something on his lens.

Piers wanted him gone. He didn’t belong here.

“Mom?”

Everyone except Dubois looked up when they spoke, and Marcie motioned for them. Piers slid to their knees beside her, and they took Adele’s hand.

“Hi mama…” They whispered, and she smiled, weakly squeezing their hand.

“Hey Jilly-bean.” Her voice sounded far away, and Piers wasn’t sure if it was her or their rising panic.

“You’re gonna be okay, right? You’re…this is just another one of those episodes?” Piers asked, and Adele shook her head. They ignored her, continuing, “You’re gonna get better, remember? You’re gonna help me with.... You’re gonna tell me about my family. You’re gonna…gonna..” Piers trailed off, tears starting to well in their eyes, “Please. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to do this alone.”

“You are not alone. I promise you. You aren’t gonna be alone. There’s others, others who love you, others who care about you, others like you. Do you hear me?” Adele squeezed their hand with a surprising strength, and Piers nodded.

“I…I don’t want you to go.” Their voice cracked.

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.

She was getting quieter, but they leaned in, barely able to hear her speak. “I love you. I’m proud of you. You’re going to do great things. I know…”

Her voice trailed off, and her hand went limp in theirs. Piers choked on their tears. They held onto her, burying their face in her bedspread which still smelled like her perfume.

The god-awful apple perfume.

No one said anything for a while, as they cried. She couldn’t be gone. This had to be… this was just a bad dream. This wasn’t real.

“Sweetheart,” Marcie slid a hand between them and the bed, trying gently to pull them away, but they just held on tighter. Adele hadn’t been the best mother, but she was their mother, and she had tried.

“This isn’t funny. I wanna… you gotta…” Their voice trailed off as they began to sob even harder. She couldn’t be dead. Marcie moved her hand to their back, gently rubbing in circles. Even David, stone-cold as he normally was, put his arm over their shoulders, hugging them.

“What do we do now?” Dr. Panya quietly asked, and Marcie shushed xir.

“We need to start planning now. We’ll be in danger the moment-” Dubois spoke up. Piers jerked upright, staring at him with pure venom, and he fell quiet.

“Piers, I know, it’s gonna be hard, but you need to let her go.” David gently tried to pull them away again, but they just couldn’t. This would be the last time they ever saw her. The last time they ever got to hold her hand. Everything had changed when she’d abdicated, but they didn’t want her to be gone. She wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be.

Marcie spoke up, “Come on sweetheart. We’re right here for you. You need to let go.”

“Fuck off.” Piers cried, squeezing Adele as tight as they could as now both Marcie and David tried to pull them back. They didn’t want to let her go. David got up from his spot, and someone else took his place, an arm around their shoulders and a quiet voice in their ear.

“Jillian, you need to let go. I promise. It’s gonna be okay.” Dubois seemed calm, but they could hear the waver in his voice.

They weren’t going to listen to someone they had no reason to trust.

“Please, let go.” Marcie got a little firmer, yet her voice was still wet from crying, “It’s not going to make it feel any easier or better for you, I promise.”

No.

Dubois wrapped his arms around Piers’ midsection, and they held onto the bedspread and Adele as tight as they could.

“Jillian, let go.”

“No!”

Forcibly, he pulled them back, and they fought and kicked and cried, but he didn’t let them go. Dr. Panya gently closed her eyes and covered her with the sheet.

“No! No! No! Let me go!” Piers cried out, but he held them tight against his body. “Please! She’s not-She can’t-Fuck….” Finally, after giving it everything they had to get away, they went slack, body heaving hard with every sob. Dubois shifted his hand, holding the side of their head against his chest, so they couldn’t watch. They didn’t want to. Instead, they held onto his shirt tightly, crying like a child. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, and they listened.

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esyla-writes · 2 years

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Chapter 16: Plan B

Chapter Excerpt

Instead, Pansy jumped in to throw Malfoy off the scent. "Potter just meant her enemies in general. As you know, there are many."

Nott seemed to agree that Malfoy should be kept in the dark. "Too many, if you ask me, but I haven't had a dream about your death lately so at least there's that!" Nott announced with far too much cheer for such a morbid topic, clapping Hermione on the shoulder. "It's been nice going back to my regularly scheduled fantasies about sexy mediwitches who need to take my temperature..."

"Right," Malfoy drawled, unimpressed with their diversionary tactics. "So no revenge?"

"Not today," Nott shrugged.

"Then we're moving on to Plan B," Malfoy announced.

"What's Plan B?" Hermione prompted.

"I read that Plan B is a muggle emergency contraceptive that can prevent pregnancy after unprotected--" Neville smothered Luna's sex ed lecture with a palm over her mouth. He was blushing furiously.

"In this case, Malfoy is referring to our plan to take Hermione on a vacation to take her mind off things. Will you go with us Hermione? It'll be so much fun, we promise!"

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the-writing-mobster · 6 months

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| T M D G | Chapter 2 Excerpt | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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The grand lobby of the sterile police station was so bare that even the dull thuds of her rubber-soled oxfords bounced off of them and seemed to echo through each and every corridor.

If the summons from her contacts in the forensics team and detective Dreemurr wasn’t enough to announce her presence, those empty, echoing hallways were.

A few loitering officers casted her underhanded looks, their gazes following her as she passed them.

“Evenin’ Starling. You snoopin around for more dirt?” Grumbled a policeman as she approached the front desk. She didn’t even know who he was, but he certainly knew her. God. I don’t have time for this.

Detective Dreemurr had said it was urgent… It took everything in her not to roll her eyes out of frustrated annoyance. Instead, she flashed him a generous smile he didn’t deserve.

If she could, she would have ignored them completely. She didn’t like many of them on the best of days… but she needed them to at least be on good terms so she could get access to evidence.

“Good evening to you too, officer. Do you know where I can find Asgore?” She asked.

He twitched at the mention of the detective, and it almost seemed like he was going to screw his mouth shut…

Try as he might, however, her unyielding stare forced the answer out of him.

“Yeah, he’s back in the Evidence Room,” he muttered. She nodded, her grin growing wider, nearly wolfish as she wrinkled her nose at him. She’d already known that.

“That’s lovely. Thank you. Do you think you could call him up? That victim was identified and we’re going over the autopsy today.”

The officer narrowed his eyes at her. “Right… I'm sure if he knows you're here he'll be on his way, but you're gonna need to sign visitation and NDA forms, y'hear? Can't just come in here demanding everyone to bend over backwards for you,” he grumbled, mostly to himself as he pulled out the tedious paperwork.

She gave a small sigh and tried her best to smile along. Remind herself that she was lucky. If she was any other member of the press, she’d probably get escorted out of the building and told to wait for the official statement just like everyone else.

But thanks to her connection to the Detective, she was practically untouchable to these hogs. Hog is a generous term. Pigs are lovely animals, she thought as she took the papers he passed over to her.

“Can you at least call him while I'm filling these out?... Please?” she requested with a charming smile.

She lifted her tortoise shell reading glasses off her chest where they hung on a string of small pearls, and pushed them onto her nose. The officer stared across at her with a flicker of contempt before sighing and giving into her demands.

A few rings of silence and the scratch of a fountain pen scribbling on paper passed between them.

“Hmm… looks like I can’t—”

“—Howdy Starling! Sorry for not greeting you at the door, I got caught up with something!” Called Asgore from across the lobby.

The desk-jockey officer gave a disgruntled pout and hung up the phone.

Frisk finished signing the NDA and visitors form before shoving it back in the officer's hands. He grumbled under his breath as she immediately abandoned him at the desk to greet her much more amiable associate.

Asgore took Frisk under his arm and led her away from the lobby, their footsteps loud in her ears.

“My condolences about Hank. The men are still mad about the op-ed you wrote last year,” murmured Asgore when they were out of earshot. She scoffed with laughter.

“Let them stay mad. Barney shouldn’t have turned off his body camera.” hissed Frisk and Asgore nodded along in understanding.

“I know. Still, you know what happens when you come for one of us.” Frisk finally allowed herself to roll her eyes and smirked.

“Yes I do. I get scowled at behind my back but still get all the special access I want. You know why?” She asked, her smirk growing increasingly more smug as Asgore swiped his card to access the elevator to the morgue.

“Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, Frisk—”

“—Because I caught the Massachusetts Mangler, and that was before you let me sit in at the crime scenes and observe the autopsies,” she said with a touch of well deserved pride.

Asgore let out a small scoff of laughter as they stepped into the elevator, blue light cascaded down their forms, setting their eyes in deep shadow as they descended.

He sent her a hidden look, his beard creasing with a frown she caught from the corner of her eye. But, when she turned to catch him, it was gone. “I haven't forgotten that.”

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For a holiday (and forevermore) - chapter 30

Chapter 30: Christmas IV (excerpt):

“Athena, Bobby, meet Nina Buckley-Diaz.” he said proudly, lifting her up a bit and showing her off. “Do you wanna hold her?” Buck added, looking at Bobby with those bright eyes.

“Of course.” Bobby whispered, and before he even finished saying it, Buck was placing the baby in his arms.

“Look, it’s your grandpa Bobby.” he said to Nina, who was looking up at Bobby with the exact replica of Buck’s eyes, and Eddie could see tears in his eyes as he turned his head towards Buck. Who was now panicking a bit. “I- I mean, if you’re okay with being called- I mean, it can be pops, or- or, you know, just Bobby-” he started rambling.

“Babe.” Eddie cut in, and smiled reassuringly when Buck looked at him, and he took a deep breath and relaxed a bit. Eddie wished he sat next to him, so that he could hold his hand. But this was Buck’s moment with his father figure, so he sat it out.

“No, Buck, it’s okay.” Bobby rushed to say, voice thick and shaky, tears welling up and one actually escaping down his cheek. Athena reached over, from the other side of Buck, to wipe it off gently, with a fond smile. “I’d love to be grandpa.” he whispered, eyes on Nina, not looking away.

“Does that make me grandma?” Athena finally chimed in, smiling brightly.

“If you want to be.” Buck grinned sheepishly. “Coolest grandma ever. Don’t tell your mom or abuela.” he quickly added, pointing at Eddie, and they all chuckled quietly.