#sunday snippet

[oneofthosebells]

Next chapter of Incognito Mode is finally finished and with the betas, so should be posted within the next few days or so!

In the meantime, have a Sunday Snippet.

An hour later, it’s Simon’s turn to make coffee in the little kitchenette while Wille goes for his own shower.  He’s staring into space waiting for it to brew when he feels Wille approach from behind, goosebumps rippling across his skin as a pair of arms slowly slide around his middle.

“Hey,” Wille murmurs into his neck and Simon melts back into the embrace.  He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d wanted to.  He folds his own arms over Wille’s, holding them in place.

“Hi.”

“Couldn’t we just stay in here all day?”  Wille rests his head on Simon’s shoulder, slotting perfectly into that space as if he was made to be there.  “Go back to bed?”

Simon grins to himself.  His cheeks are starting to ache with all this smiling he’s been doing since he woke up.  “I think the girls might have some questions if we just never reappeared.”

“Yeah, of course.  You’re right.”  Wille disentangles himself, pulling away to lean against the worktop and reach for his coffee.  Simon manages to stop himself from protesting the loss too loudly, but for the first time since he woke up there’s a discordant note in the happy melody filling his head.  It’s not that he’d thought Wille was going to walk in there hand in hand with him and announce to the whole room what they’d been up to.  But he didn’t have to sound quite so nervous at the thought of it.

Simon tries to put the thought to one side.  “So, um…when are you heading back home?” he asks instead.

“Uh, tomorrow morning, I think.  Is it not the same for you?”

Simon shakes his head, moving over to the sofa by the window.  Wille follows close on his heels.  “No, I was going home this afternoon.  I’ve got lectures tomorrow.”

“Oh.”  Wille’s face instantly drops.

“But…I was thinking…if I set off early enough tomorrow, I’d only miss the first one, and it’s not that important,” Simon lies, trying not to think about the amount of work he still has to do on his final year dissertation, or the fact he’s meant to be having a meeting with his supervisor on Tuesday about it. He’ll pull an all-nighter tomorrow night, it’ll be fine.  “So…I could stay tonight as well, maybe?  Set off tomorrow?”

“Yeah?” says Wille, and any amount of catching up Simon will have to do is going to be worth it if it means he gets to watch Wille’s eyes light up like that.  “Okay then.”

#sunday snippet #my fanfiction #yr fic

[tideswept]

Sunday Snippet

Been a while since I posted anything, huh? Obikin, set in OWK during the VD/OWK fight, with a... slight hiccup.

cw for Obi-Wan Not Having a Good Time (whump there it is)

The silence left behind is deep and foreboding.

Obi-Wan wheezes. "Alive," hiss his lungs, hauling in air greedily. "Alive," cries the grit digging into his knees, the ache of bruises to come, of cuts that still sting. "Alive," mourns his heart, not beating fast, but instead slow, momentous.

Alive, alive, alive.

Exhausted, Obi-Wan slumps forward and almost hits the ground face-first, stopped only by a shaky palm. His mouth tastes like tears and blood. His entire being aches.

"Alive," whispers a voice he doesn’t hear with his ears.

Alive? Yes, he’s alive, somehow, but he doesn’t—

A skittering pebble breaks the hush. Obi-Wan’s head whips towards the grave of stone he’s fashioned as his former Padawan’s final resting place.

He hears a hitched sob and realizes he’s gone mad. It must have been him that made that sound. Or he imagined it.

Yet he’s scrambling forward, on hands and knees for the first few seconds, then almost running, stumbling, driven by an impulse he dares not examine closely. His fingers shove into crevices and uneven edges, pulling with all he has like a wild, crazed animal. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, his teeth vibrate—he’s baring them in a snarl—and finally, he sweeps his arms open, calling on reserves he doesn’t think he even possesses, and he throws boulders like sand tossed aside, clearing the impact that has left a crater in the ground. 

Everything crashes around him. Obi-Wan drops to his knees again, eyes wide and fixed on the carnage of twisted machine and metal that was Darth Vader, pieces of his armor cracked like an egg.

Because within that broken eggshell isn't Darth Vader's mangled corpse.

Obi-Wan raises a hand, afraid to touch, afraid to confirm that he's truly gone mad, but he has to, he is incapable of not reaching out, grazing his swollen, bloodied knuckles across a smooth round cheek.

Only to flinch and scramble backwards as the perfectly unharmed child that Anakin Skywalker once was opens his eyes.

#berryfic #obikin #might end up being gen bordering on obikin not sure haven't decided #they're messed up ok it's complicated #(my excuse) #sunday snippet

[lizpaige]

sunday snippet 📦

i got nothing like cute/juicy this time around. i'm just trying to write more and sometimes that means it all ends up getting cut, but here's a snippet from the declan outsider pov pynch chapter 2!

The Lynch brothers were helping Ronan move into his first apartment in DC. When Adam transferred for the third time to Georgetown and his financial aid and scholarships no longer covered room and board, they agreed to find a place together. Declan offered to help set up some of the apartment tours, but in the end, Adam found this affordable one bedroom on his own. 

It was a secure access building with a doorman and 24 hour security. It was a 10 minute metro ride and 20 minute full commute to Georgetown, a little longer of a commute to his new auto body shop part time job, but not unreasonable. He somehow managed to convince Ronan to compromise and split the rent 50/50 despite Ronan’s barely-touched trust fund. He had two years left of college, two years where even though DC was closer to Singer’s Falls, neither of them could stand the time apart anymore. 

“Why do you have so much stuff?” Matthew whined, hefting a cardboard box onto the desk in the living room. 

“We’re giving you all the lightest boxes,” Declan winced at the loud bang as Ronan let go of his side of the couch. “We’re the ones doing all the work here.”

“And you had way more shit when I helped you move to DC,” Ronan groaned as he stretched his back before knocking off Matthew’s hat and ruffling his curls. “I didn’t complain.”

Matthew swatted him away. “Yes you did!”

“Did not!” 

Declan raised his gaze to the ceiling as his brothers fell into an exhausted half-hearted wrestling match on the couch. He decided to take the time to look around the place. 

Declan trusted Adam’s judgment more than Ronan’s on the affordability, security, and overall fit of the apartment. So when Ronan begrudgingly told them a move-in date, Declan offered to help them move in. Somewhat because Adam seemed hesitant about the extra cost of hiring movers and also because Declan wanted to scope out the place.

The apartment itself was a modest one bedroom, with a large windowless closet marketed as a “den” by the apartment complex “perfect for a home office,” but Declan thought that was a joke. The bathroom was clean, spacious. There was even a washer and dryer in-unit and a dishwasher in the kitchen. The complex itself was pet friendly, although Chainsaw was not with them currently. No doubt she was shredding up Declan’s couch in their Boston apartment with Jordan. 

In the bedroom, in the corner by the window, were three modest boxes and a potted plant on the window sill. These were not boxes that they moved in, so these must belong to Adam.

It was then that Declan really realized most, if not all, of the stuff they moved was Ronan’s. Adam, despite being on his own for years now, never accumulated a lot of stuff. Even when he would visit the Barns or Boston for a week-long holiday, he would only ever have a small duffle bag over one shoulder with just enough room for a change of clothes and whatever textbooks he needed to complete his homework. 

Even the furniture they brought upstairs - the old desk was from Ronan's room, that they basically let collect dust as soon as they were old enough to have their own desks at school. The couch was another Barns hand-me-down, as well as some of the kitchen items. 

It all belonged to Ronan, legally, so Declan didn’t speak to it. Just another observation he kept to himself for fear of starting another argument. Even though they didn’t argue as much anymore, they still happened to fight. That was always going to be inevitable with the eldest Lynch brothers. Declan just knew how to avoid the landmines with a higher survival rate now.

#declan lynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #post greywaren #pynch #pynch fic #sunday snippet #the raven cycle #trc #trc fic #the dreamer trilogy #tdt

[a-cosmic-elf]

Sunday Snippets

It’s been so long since I shared something new, and I needed to write this today. It’s just where my head needed to be.

It’s very rough, unedited, no grammar check or beta read, straight off the cuff. I just needed to get something off my chest.

No pressure tags for The Coemancer Crew. Thank you for tagging me in all your wips.

Last week I retired my Starfield OC, Calitrix. She found her forever home. This is from the end of her story. 🥲 I hope you enjoy!

What We Leave Behind

A Starborn Coemancer by a cosmic elf.

“Not far now,” said the Emissary.

Trix looked at him. Now they were here, back down on this planet. In front of the base that held the buried temple, as she had done many times before, she began to realise. There was something different about this Emissary. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to push her curiosity to the back of her mind.

The Starborn ambush wasn’t really an ambush if you expected it. These days Trix always opted to go high. Before long, they reached the doors of the base, with Andreja in her Constellation suit, bringing up the rear.

“This is it,” the Emissary told her, “hold nothing back.”

“When have you ever known me to hold anything back?” Trix replied, without thinking.

“You have a point,” he conceded, for the first time a flicker of emotion in his voice that sent a pain of longing through Trix’s heart.

Once inside, Trix ignored the bodies, and locked doors, moving directly for the first anomaly, she ran head first into her past. She jogged past Lin and Hellar endlessly debating without stopping this time. I’ll see you again, my friends, I promise. She never reached the artifact, she stepped back through the anomaly and into the base at the buried temple once more.

“The Temple is testing you, always.” The Emissary said.

“I know,” said Trix.

The Emissary paused, “Sorry, I forgot,” his voice cracked, “Noble Starborn.”

Trix was now sure. She had heard that voice before, she recognised it even under all the modulation. This Emissary was none other than Sam Coe.

If only it was her Sam.

The next fight was long and tough, but soon, another Starborn was dust and echos.

Trix spent some time with a locked case, but found it to contain only junk. She wasn’t sure why she was bothering with it at this stage, so close to the Unity, but the thought crossed her mind that she could leave everything of value she had collected this run in the ship’s hold for her crew after she had gone. It was something at least. If poor compensation for being dumped by their captain. Again, at least from her perspective.

Trix had done it more times now than she cared to think about. Always jumping in the hope that this time… what exactly? That she would find her forever home? She feared that perhaps she had already left it behind and there was no going back.

She missed Sam so much. Missed his smile. His carefree disposition. How easy it was to be around him, to always have someone to talk to, to be hold and be held. She missed his attention, his teasing, his need for her. Why that had gone away, or when, she couldn’t fathom. She thought hard and tried to remember where it had all changed.

The first time she had reached the Unity, their time together had not been perfect. She wished that she had done things better, that they could have their time over again and that it would be different, that she would be the Trix he deserved.

The whole time, they had promised each other that they would go through the Unity together. To face whatever it was and whatever was to come, united as a family, Sam, Cora and her.

But then she fired up the drive and met herself. There was a Starborn Trix in the Unity. Trix couldn’t understand why. Were they her future? They didn’t sound like her. Maybe they were the Creators, and it was just the way her mind interpreted the information. Or maybe, Trix in another universe always did sound like that, and therefore it was her fate to jump, because she always has done. But what about Sam?

He was there. Standing in the Unity. He looked at her but didn’t acknowledge her. It was heartbreaking, almost frightening. Trix hated every moment of it, especially the confirmation that they would not be jumping together. That he, Cora and everyone else on the ship would be left behind. That he would one day, jump himself, without her, to who knows where.

Trix couldn’t take it. She could face life without him. So when her Starborn self gave her a choice to go back to him, she took it. After everything they had done and been through together, she would not sacrifice what they had for the Unity. To hell with eternity.

She turned and walked away. She walked back to him.

And, shockingly, he didn’t seem to care. He brushed off her return like it was nothing. Spoke something about how they would all reach the Unity eventually, but for now, this would have to do. He seemed non-plused and unaffected by her choice, or the sacrifice she had just made - the refusal of knowledge, all for them. She’d never felt so disappointed. Here was the proof. He would always put reaching the Unity ahead of their lives together.

That was the moment when she realised she could jump, jump and find him again. But a new Sam, a different Sam and do it right this time. Perhaps this Sam belonged to her, one that cared.

And he did, the second time around, oh how he cared. Probably too much. But now Trix was Starborn, and Sam would never understand, not unless he jumped and left her. One day, she was sure that he would. Curiosity would get the better of him, and one day, whether she jumped or he did, she would lose this Sam too.

She couldn’t bear it. The thought was too much. So she jumped on what would have been their wedding night.

And now, Starborn, several times over, she was about to jump again. Only for the first time in a long time, the Emissary had sounded like Sam. All the old feelings were bubbling to the surface. She just had to hold it all together, just this one last time.

Trix was busy emptying all the crap out of her pockets when this Emissary, the one with Sam’s voice, half-ran over to her position and startled her.

Her hands fumbled in her pockets and she dropped a key.

The Lodge Key.

It was a key like all others, but instantly recognisable to those who knew.

Trix paused, the Emissary stared for a moment down at the key. A sharp audible breath left their helmet.

Trix couldn’t stand it any more. Having become accustomed to always wearing her own Starborn suit, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she removed her helmet and looked at him. Looking for something, anything that would tell her that this is the man she knew.

The Emissary groaned, “You have no idea how long I have waited to see that look in your eyes, Trix. Jumping from one universe to the next hoping that this time… I don’t know if it’s you, I mean, my you. But…” He took his helmet off and dropped it. His face was thin, his hair and beard short and streaked with grey. His blue eyes, ringed dark with age and time, were full of tears. He held out his arms to her, “close enough!”

Trix flew into his embrace and they kissed so fiercely, ike it was the last thing they would do in this life.

There it was, the thing that had been missing for so long. The feeling she had searched for, and it wasn’t through the Unity. It was right here in front of her. They had seen and heard each other. It had caused that pull, the undeniable attraction, from which neither could escape. That divine rush of endorphins as they gave into it, the need to touch, feel, hold and taste him, and to feel that same need in return. That was what she had been looking for all along.

Her heart sang with pure joy.

Andreja caught up with the pair, and stood awkwardly off to one side, “Umm, okaaay. So… we’re kissing the Emissary now. And oh, hey Sam, good to see you, I guess… I’ll er… be just over here if you need me.”

#Sunday snippet #starfield #starfield fanfiction #sam coe #coemancer #a cosmic writes #the coemancer crew #💜✨

[persephoneflouwers]

Sunday Snippet

LIKE CHERRY BLOSSOMS by PERSEPHONEFLOUWERS

Written for the @omegaharryfest , coming soon.

“Look at that. Still in the realm of the living, then” Zayn runs a hand through his hair, and confidently strides towards them. The threatening shield peeks out from behind his shoulders. “The ungifted Prince.”

Louis snorts. Was it supposed to sound like an insult or something?

“Don’t say that, Z.,” Harry whispers. He sounds out of breath and seems unsure. Louis smells he’s getting more nervous by the second.

“Why, H? It’s the truth.”

“Zayn,” Louis interjects. He knows very well he can defend himself. “Did you forget that I don’t give a shit about that, huh? I thought you could come up with something more…creative.”

Louis's eyes flicker over to Harry, his gaze lingering for just a moment. His alpha kicks in his chest, when the smell of Harry's distress reaches the subtle scent of unease wafting through the air. Without saying a word, Louis knows that it should be his turn to step in, to offer comfort and protection.

“None of this creative nonsense, Louis,” Zayn says, “You’ve never been worthy.”

And this might as well be said inside his mind, because he feels the world grow suffocatingly quiet, as if the air itself has been sucked away. Shadows creep along the walls, devouring any trace of light.

Aracne.

TAGS: Ex married to lovers, Royalty with mentions of superpowers, mythology, mythological creatures as pets/weapons (lmao), Infertility, mpreg, mating cycles, side ziam, side shiall, mentions of war, dual POV, war and fights, plot twist, main character death (or is it??? Not sure how to say this), non traditional ABO dynamics which means omegas are not simply cute pretty little things, but bad ass intimidating warriors and alphas are basically the commoners lucky enough to marry them :)

#sunday snippet #but on monday cause I forgot lol (and I feel like it) #snippet #like cherry blossoms #still a wip havent finished it lol #but it’s coming around! #omega harry fic fest #non traditional abo #omega harry #alpha louis

[lululawrence]

Sunday Snippet

Okay I was tagged by @kingsofeverything and @louisandtheaquarian to share a snip so since I'm editing and getting my big bang ready to go up next week, I thought I'd share a little ditty that I enjoyed enough to send to emmu when I read it lolol It's another Mitch and Harry scene... which isn't the entire fic, I swear lololol I'm just leaving the best stuff for when you actually get into the fic, right? lol ANYWAY... it's a bit longer, sooooo I put some of it under the cut just to be sneaky lollll

“You should join Louis and his friends at the pub tonight.”

Harry froze before looking at Mitch. “How do you know Louis and his friends are going to the pub tonight in the first place?”

“Nevermind that,” Mitch said, waving his hand at him. “I just think you should go.”

“I’m not going if I’m not invited,” Harry said, eyes wide. “I told you before and I meant it. I don’t want to be another red flag.”

“You don’t want to raise any more red flags,” Mitch corrected.

“Who even cares if I say it right?” Harry asked, irritated. 

Language and this style of communication was so complicated. Every time he thought he was getting it right, he was corrected again. He was tired of doing everything wrong and wanted people to just be able to understand him. 

“You know what I meant.”

“I did. And you were invited.”

Harry snorted. “Right.”

“You were,” Mitch insisted. 

 “It couldn’t have been Louis…” Harry trailed off before looking at Mitch hopefully. “Was it?”

Mitch’s gaze was sad as he shook his head. “No. It wasn’t.”

“No one else had your number, and as far as I know, you don’t know any of his friends. So how would I have gotten invited to the pub tonight?” 

Mitch held his eye contact and as his head tilted forward a little, Harry gasped. “Oh my god, it was Zayn!”

“I didn’t say that,” Mitch said, pointing at him. 

“You didn’t have to, I could read it in your eyes!” Harry cried, clapping his gloved hand over his mouth and therefore rendering it useless now. He’d have to replace it with another new one before he got back to work on the croissants. “How did Zayn get your number?”

Mitch looked at the ceiling as if he was begging for patience from someone above. “I’m not telling you that either.”

“Technically you didn’t even tell me it was Zayn in the first place,” Harry said, smugly. “Look at me and maybe I can read the answer to this question in your eyes again.”

“How’d you even do that, anyway?” Mitch asked, sounding incredibly annoyed. “If you can just learn anything you want to with your weird star superpower ways by looking in my eyes, then I’m going to lose all of my mysteriousness.”

“Oh, dear Mitch,” Harry said, walking over to him and squishing his cheeks between his hands. “You’ve not been mysterious to me from the moment I walked in here. You were the sweetest, cuddliest person I’d ever met, and that still hasn’t changed.”

“I hate you,” Mitch said, staring at his nose rather than his eyes.

“I love you too,” Harry said before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

With a sigh, Mitch answered, “Yeah, that’s what I meant, too.”

“I know.” Harry gave him a wide smile before prancing back to the counter and putting on another new glove.

hehehe!!! And now I tag... @disgruntledkittenface @2tiedships2 @londonfoginacup @voulezloux @reminiscingintherain aaaaaand @all-these-larrythings

#snippets #soulstars #sunday snippet #longer snippet sorry y'all but i just love it

[theicarusconstellation]

sunday snippet <3

thank you @thisliminalspacedaydreams for the tag <3

Freedom is a peculiar thing.

One can feel that they have none, only to discover as it slips through their fingers that it has been there all along. Regulus Black has spent his entire life in confinement, from the stiff, metal bars of his cradle to the crisp, tight suits of Eton. His life has not been one of freedom, not when every decision he has made has been carefully calculated, hypothesised, and overthought into ashes before becoming a reality. He always knew he would end up like this—dressed by his mother in a midnight suit that hugs his body like a python, staring out at a sea of loveless faces and cameras flashing their lenses to immortalise the moment he is chained. This is the fate of a Viscount, of a noble, of the heir to the Black fortune.

fic: ylb >:)

npt: @ninety-two-bees @bellaxisworld @ecstarry

#fic: ylb #co-authors tag <3 #jegulus #sunday snippet

[hawkeykirsah]

Snippet Sunday

Just a little Icemav snip today.

“Great going, Tom,” Goose muttered under his breath as he pushed past Ice on his way out. Slider huffed, watching his fellow RIO half-sprint down the hall after his pilot. Ice let out a slow exhale, fingers clenching around the straps of his bag. “Wanna grab something to eat?” he asked, turning to face Slider. Slider nodded, and they set off, making for a small Chinese place they’d found their first week in Miramar. “You know,” Slider said a short time later, spearing some Orange Chicken on his fork, chopsticks lying discarded to the side, “Mother Goose’s got a point. If you really like the guy—which I’m still judging you for, by the way, not the guy thing, you know that, but him—maybe you shouldn’t call out his behavior after he apologized to Hollywood for it.” Ice groaned, poking at his Chow Mein. Yeah, he knew.

#snippet sunday #sunday snippet #icemav #top gun #Matchmaker Goose au #hawk writes #wip

[sandylee007]

#SHSundaySnippet

Magnus trembled to his core from shock but the man’s eyes blazed. “What were you thinking, going to the water in this storm? You could’ve drowned!”

Alec clenched his jaw. He wished he wasn’t too breathless to yell. “... thought you were there, too ... had to save you ...”

Magnus searched his gaze. It was easy to see the moment when something clicked to place. “Why?”

In that moment Alec wasn’t scared of the words anymore. “Because I love you.”

#sunday snippet #shadowhunters #malec #shadowhunters fanfiction #malec fanfic #ao3

[ayoooo3]

Carry Me Home

After the upside down it took Eddie months of physical therapy to be able to play his guitar again, and even when he physically could, his brain kept getting in his way. He just couldn’t play the same stuff he used to without his breath getting caught in his chest and his vision blurring. The panic simply attacked him, accompanied by a soundtrack of his once favorite songs. To get around it he starts playing Steve’s favorite songs, they are softer, the chords enough different to keep his mind from spiraling away.

And Steve is always there, listening quietly from the table, or the couch. Sometimes he’s tucked in by Eddie’s feet, head resting on his knee while Eddie plays. And Steve’s favorite songs start turning into something new as Eddie starts writing his own songs.

Days spin into weeks, spin into months, and eventually Eddie has an entire albums worth of acoustic songs. He doesn’t know what to do with them yet, if he wants to try to release them or if they are just for him, but either way he sneaks into the school one night and “borrows” the AV equipment to make a tape, carefully writing the song titles on the back of the case and to Steve on the front.

He leaves it by Steve’s coffee cup when he’s up late one night, Steve already knocked out in bed. In the morning Eddie holds himself still while Steve slips out of bed, wanting to let Steve find the tape and listen by himself. He’s somehow both excited for Steve to hear it and insanely nervous. Eddie is free with his touches and loud with his jokes, but sincere is hard for him, he loves Steve and he knows that Steve knows this, they say it all the time, but Eddie hasn’t been able to really tell Steve the depth of his feelings. But in song? In lyrics? This is Eddie’s playground.

It’s silent for a long time and Eddie’s curiosity gets the best of him, so he slides off the bed and pads quietly to the door and watches as Steve slips the tape into the tape deck, hits play, and then cradles the case while the first few notes echo through the speakers. There’s an audible gasp and Eddie knows Steve is putting it together, the songs, the album, their story… the whole thing is them. Eddie can’t help himself then, and he heads into the room and pulls Steve into his arms, almost like a dance, while the words Eddie wrote float over them, reminding them how lucky they are to be in this world together.

The title of the first song on the tape is Carry Me Home and as Steve holds Eddie tight all he can think about is how lucky he is that he was able to carry Eddie back from the edge and how he’ll continue to hold him for the rest of their lives.

#fanfic #steddie #ao3 #fandom #stranger things #idiots in love #steve harrington #eddie munson #sunday snippet #found this in my drafts #almost a complete story #Steve is soft for Eddie and his songs #Eddie could write songs about Steve forever #these nerds consume way too much of my time

[impishtubist]

sunday snippet

“Padfoot!” Teddy comes running over to him, dragging a young blonde girl by the hand. “This is Victoire. She’s my best friend. Victoire, this is my Padfoot.” 

This must be Bill and Fleur’s daughter, then. Sirius takes her hand and bends over it, swallowing the lump in his throat at being called Teddy’s Padfoot. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Weasley.” 

Victoire blushes violently as he kisses the back of her hand. The two children then scamper away, and someone claps Sirius on the back. 

“She’s never going to shut up about you, now,” Bill says.

“Teddy doesn’t, either,” Harry says, trying to sound put-upon and failing. “Sirius is everyone’s favorite.”

#imp is writing #sunday snippet #SIRIUS RETURNS FROM THE VEIL TO FIND OUT THAT REMUS FUCKED A WOMAN AND HAD A BABY AFTER HE DIED #AND HE'S SAD ABOUT IT #but then he bonds with teddy and everything is fine the end #also teddy is being raised by harry #because i said so #teddy lupin #sirius black #anti re/madora

[zanniscaramouche]

SNIPPET - CHERRY

I've been writing sooo much the past few days, this fic has just completely captivated me. Here's a whole scene because I'm just super excited to share but I still have so much more to write :') this is a/b/o OT5 ~ No one really tagged me this time around but I'd love to see what people are up to if you wanna share a snippet @kingsofeverything @ladyaj-13 @allwaswell16 @hellolovers13 @red-pandaaa @lululawrence @louandhazaf @sadaveniren @helloamhere (me realising I don't even know who's writing anymore oops) also this is for you darling @justanothershadeofblue since you were so curious about the drop ;)

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“Harry said double dialling was a bad look but who can blame me for wanting to hear your voice,” Niall purred as soon as the line connected. The cheeky smile he was wearing could be heard in his suggestive lilt. The side of Louis's neck throbbed. He closed his eyes to it, not sure if he wanted to stop or savour the bright ache. 

“Niall,” he tried, and it came out like a whimper clouded with confusion, his thoughts shutting down into base instincts. Niall’s mark was on his neck. Niall would know what to do. Niall would fix this. 

“What’s wrong?” Niall’s voice went cold, every trace of teasing gone. 

He sounded angry. Louis didn’t want him to be angry. He wanted him here. Because- because he was-

“D- drop- ping.” The word a three part stutter through clenched teeth. 

Niall said something like a swear word, then something else, but it all became noise Louis couldn’t follow. All he could think about was the burning on his neck and the need to go home. Not this impersonal place, not his drafty flat, but somewhere safe and warm and-

“Omega,” a new voice crooned through the speaker. It was smooth and gentle, like a hand stroking over his spine. 

“Please.” The word slipped from Louis's lips before he knew what he was asking for. Anything, he figured. Anything the voice was willing to give him. 

The voice rumbled in a low hum and it washed over Louis like a hot bath, warming him from head to curling toes. “You’re okay, luv, I’m right here with you. Tell me where we are.” 

“Kitchen floor.” 

“Your kitchen?” Louis hummed in assent.  “All right, let’s get you somewhere better, hmm? Put me on speaker. Tell me when it’s done.”

He forced his fingers to move. “Done.” 

“Put the phone in your hand. Is it done?” 

Louis clutched it with a dying man’s sweaty palm. “Done.” 

“Now I want you to get on your knees- Don’t stand, we don’t want you falling. Hands and knees, let’s go.” 

Louis shook his head in denial even as he rolled onto his stomach and slowly, ever so slowly, got his jello limbs to push up. He immediately shifted his weight backwards to his heels like a praying man looking for salvation with his forehead pressed to the cool laminate. 

Trembling from exertion he knew he had to tell Alpha it was done, he had to follow the rules. “D-done.” 

“Good job, Louis. Now go to the sofa.”

A whine peeled from him. Impossible. There was no way he could manage it, he- 

“C’mon, I know you can be good for me.” 

“Trying,” he promised immediately. 

He could be good, he knew how to be good. His muscles tensed, and painstakingly slow he started moving, one shuffle at a time, towards the sofa he could see across the open-plan room. 

It could have taken him hours to cross the floor, all he knew was the constant battle against his shaking limbs and the need to do what Alpha told him. By the time he got to the overstuffed sofa still smelling of the store it was from, he was too tired to protest rolling into it with one last final push to get onto the cushions. He burrowed into the crease of them. 

He was panting hot breath into the narrow space. Eyes watering. If he were clear headed, he’d have been embarrassed. As it were, he was sunk so low he didn’t have the energy to cry propper. 

“Louis, tell me you made it,” said the angel in the phone. 

“Made it,” he whispered, because he knew how to listen, he did. 

“Good boy, Louis. Now stay where I put you.” The world was black. Alpha put him here. Alpha made him safe. 

The silence was too big, it let the fear creep in, fear that despite what Alpha said, Louis hadn’t been good enough.

The world fell away with the urgency of free-fall. His body tensed and curled into the tightest ball it could, hunching into itself with gripping terror that he’d been left alone, falling in the dark. 

He gasped a wet, ragged cry. “Don’t-!” 

“I’m right here,” Alpha crooned. And he was, his voice spun out with words that became a melodious thread, and it wove into a blanket large enough to swallow Louis whole. 

His mind went black.

#zanni writes #cherry #sunday snippet #a/b/o

[maybebabyplease]

sunday snippet!

i've been dodging tags for this game for like months bc of my self-imposed fanfic ban but i can only ignore my darling @colgatebluemintygel for so long and also i'm addicted to writing infidelity so i was Called by our earlier discord chat oopsssss ban broken

It’s Sirius’ giant long-eared owl, tapping at the window impatiently. James looks at the clock on the wall and sees the time: nearly midnight. Well, that can’t be good. An owl from Sirius this late on a Friday night…James sighs and lets Flavius in. Flavius sticks his leg out impatiently, turning his beak up and away from James.  “Little shit,” James mutters to himself. Flavius doesn’t like anyone but Sirius and maybe Regulus, on a good day. James has given the wretched thing somewhere north of a thousand treats since Sirius got him, trying to win his favor. No luck. Carefully, James takes the parchment off the impatient owl’s leg and unrolls it, scanning the letter. Prongs –  Fighting with Rem again, he’s gone off in a strop. Think we’re broken up at the mo. Come over? Could use comfort… Yrs always and forever, Padfoot James snorts. Comfort. Right. Because ‘blowjob’ is what you find when you look up ‘comfort’ in the dictionary. He turns the letter over and grabs his quill to write back. Pausing, he holds the quill over the parchment, a blob of ink threatening to drip down. He shouldn’t go over to Sirius’ flat. He should let Sirius and Remus work it out without the in-between JamesandSirius stopover this time. It’s only going to hurt his feelings tomorrow morning, when Sirius makes him climb out the window because Remus is coming in through the front door. Flavius squawks impatiently, pulling James out of his thoughts. The owl sticks his leg out, giving James a knowing look. They’ve both been here before. “Yeah, yeah,” says James, scribbling his answer on the back of the parchment and tying it back to Flavius. He gives the owl another treat and sends him off to Sirius’ flat. James won’t be far behind.

tagging @pancakehouse @magswrite @greyeyedmonster-18 @mblematic what's everyone working on lately! no pressure but also yes pressure show me show me show me (unless it's too secret lol i know we're all wrapped up in BBs these days oops)

#this is like infidelity-adjacent #ross and rachel 'we were on a break' core #i think -- i didn't actually watch friends #prongsfoot #<- so like v much not my usual playground! #but it turns into jegulus eventually #and it will be FUN #i just love to make all these little barbies KIIIIIIIIISS #tag game #sunday snippet

[siriuslyasorceress]

(Belated) Sunday snippet

Thanks for the tag @mycupofrum

Bit more of Supernova which is the story that is almost done now 🎉

“So, Padfoot doesn’t seem to like Lily very much,” he probes when they are back in the dorm.

“Padfoot doesn’t like having his nap time interrupted,” Sirius retorts with a toothpick in his hand, “and Sirius really doesn’t like to pick wooden bits out of his teeth. I swear by Merlin, Prongs, I will use some nasty hex next time if you play fetch again.”

James has a hard time holding back a grin at that. “Pff, you are not the one having to say no to Padfoot! It’s impossible! If you don’t want Pads to play fetch with a stick, then get your inner animal under control.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you!” Sirius points a finger at him, “You have eaten yourself through half a ton of Hagrid’s pumpkins before I got you to even consider moving.”

“Well, at least pumpkin is actually good for deer!” James says exasperated, “Need I remind you of the time you thought you would die because Padfoot ate some chocolate?” To be fair, once they had established that Sirius was indeed not in any danger of dying, it had been a rather hilarious.

“Circe, I will never live this down. It smelled really nice, alright?” There is a light dimple on Sirius’ cheek, showing that he is working very hard not to burst out into a grin first. James loses that fight, like he does every time when he gets Sirius riled up and ready to burst into laughter.

Only when he is lying in bed does he realise that he hadn’t really gotten an answer to his question. Not one that he believes anyway. Adding this to Sirius’ recent rather erratic behaviour paints a picture that he is only now beginning to unravel, slotting the small details together that he had collected over the past months.

Tagging anyone who would like to ❤️

#sirius black #james potter #Prongsfoot #Bambibelle #My writing #Sunday snippet

[heartofspells]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you for the tag, my darling @tracingpatternswrites!

From the Prongsfoot Epic (not an epic).

"Lily wants to have dinner!"

"Shit," swears Sirius as his foot slides across the tiles of his bathroom. He glares at James who's just barged through his door, Sirius with one leg outside his bath and one still in. "What the fuck, Potter?"

"Don't worry about your modesty. It's nothing I've not seen before."

Hazel eyes slide over Sirius' bare and dripping form, Sirius gritting his teeth together to keep from snarling at his friend. He finishes pulling himself out of his recently completed shower, reaching for the waiting towel, slinging it loosely around his hips as James continues as though nothing's happened.

"Friday night, she wants to have dinner," informs James, watching Sirius' hands move as he tucks the towel into place. "All of us. You and Moony included."

"And you couldn't have told me this later? Through a bloody owl? Or just – I don't know – fucking waited half an hour instead of breaking into my flat and nearly killing me in my shower?" snaps Sirius. "How the fuck did you get in here?"

"Nearly killed you," scoffs James, rolling his eyes behind his glasses as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "How? By giving you a heart attack because I saw your prick? When did you turn into such a prudish old gnome? And I've known all your special locking charms for years. Easily bypassed with that much history."

"I hate you," mutters Sirius sourly, carefully wiping his wet feet over the mat before moving across the room. He drags his hand over the fogged mirror, clearing a stripe so he can see himself.

"You don't. I'm the love of your life," says James with so much assurance and so much ease that Sirius barely stops himself from biting through his tongue.

"Doesn't mean I can't still hate you," mumbles Sirius. James sticks his tongue out at him in the reflection of the mirror and Sirius kicks his leg backwards, landing a solid blow to his friend's shin. James curses loudly as Sirius runs his fingers through his wet hair, ridding it of knots.

"Will you stop primping, you great bit blouse?" grouses James, bending to rub at his abused leg. "You're gorgeous, move on. C'mon, I'm bored. Let's go do something. Hang on." James pauses suddenly, eyes dragging down Sirius' back as though he's only now really seeing him and what he's doing. "What are you showering for? You always do that in the morning. You're like…neurotic about it, always have been. Has someone been here?"

Sirius doesn't react, though there's a brief uptick in his breathing. Benjy had, in fact, only just left, the second time Sirius has seen him in as many days, trying his best to not only make up for all the drops he's given the other recently but also hoping to delay that conversation Benjy had been building to the night before a little longer. But James doesn't need to know that.

"No," he lets slip easily, expression not changing as he grabs his wand to quickly dry his dripping hair. "Why? Jealous, Prongs?"

"Wouldn't you like that?" tosses back James with a pinch to his thick eyebrows.

That's a topic Sirius doesn't wish to go down and pointedly sidesteps with grace.

"It's late. What the hell are you expecting we're going to do?"

James scoffs again. "Listen at you," he says scornfully. "When did you become an old man? It's only half ten."

"And some of us work for a living, which entails early mornings. We don't all have the luxury of lounging about all day doing fuck all."

"Whose fault is that?"

Sirius groans, bowing his head.

"Fine," he relents, turning to face his friend, who beams at him, hazel eyes lighting up like a forest fire set ablaze. "One drink at the pub. Fucking one, James, and then I'm coming back here and going to bed, at which point you will go home."

Slinging an arm around Sirius' shoulders, James having to stretch a bit to reach, he slaps his hand over bare skin, the smacking sound nearly obscene in the echo of the bathroom around them.

"We'll see about that," he says with a large amount of disbelief. "Put on your good trousers."

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[greyeyedmonster-18]

“Hey, h-hi,” Remus waved, feeling stupid as he did so, Sirius tilting his head to the side, as if studying the worlds oddest man through a two-way glass. Remus’s other hand had a white knuckle grip on his brown bag, mouth running dry as he took a seat across from James, avoiding looking at Sirius’s face again. But wanting to do nothing more than stare. It was easier to do that across a crowded lunch room.

“Hi,” Sirius responded shortly, passing a glance to James and standing up, “Bye.”

#your honor i love them #sunday snippet #a friday night lights au