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yletylyf · 1 year

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10 Lines Tagging Game

Thank you for the tag, @rebelrebelwrites! This is glorious timing as I’ve published more than ten fics since last time I played!!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

1. Gollum woke to a black sky. He did not know where or what he was. Everything hurt, and the world was cruel. He curled into a ball, shivering and shaking, and tried not to remember anything. - Rainbow of Chaos, Sauron/Galadriel plus assorted gen relationships (Lord of the Rings, Rings of Power). I was quite convinced that opening on Gollum would turn off a lot of readers, but people like Gollum more than I realized. He is cute in his own way. He deserved better :(

2. It began with a flash of black across his vision. Gone as quickly as it came, Celebrimbor was left blinking in confusion. - Entwining, Celebrimbor/Sauron (the Silmarillion). My attempt at a long, fix-it fic for this ship. The first chapter is just a retelling of the canon moment when Celebrimbor discovers he’s been lied to, and the One Ring was forged. I’ve sort of stalled out on the writing... although I have the whole plot in my head.

3. Harry stirred from unconsciousness. At first, confusion was the only thing that registered. Last he remembered, he was sitting down at his kitchen table to eat a microwaved dinner. Alone. A quick break before he would have to be on duty for New Year's Eve. Had he fainted at his table? - Voyager, Healer, Survivor, cowritten with @maraudersaffair, Voldemort/Harry/Severus (Harry Potter). This first paragraph is so fun! It’s a time-travel with less time-travel angst than usual, because Harry isn’t thrilled about the idea of going back to his solo microwave dinners.

4. "She's not here," Celebrimbor observed. He deflated in disappointment. He lowered the scroll that he had been ready to brandish at Galadriel with a flourish. - What nourishes me, destroys me, Celebrimbor/Annatar/Galadriel (the Silmarillion). This is just porn. With my three faves. A lot of porn. I guess there is political intrigue and feelings, too.

5. There was a disturbance outside on the slopes of Orodruin. Halbrand had been sleeping. (Or passed out, whatever term was appropriate for his fits of unconsciousness brought about by overexertion.) He woke feeling deeply annoyed by the disturbance. - Through Peril and Fire, Halbrand/Galadriel (Rings of Power). I have so many feelings about this fic! I should do a long meta post about it someday. When I started writing it, I had not read the LotR trilogy in twenty years and I’d never read the Silmarillion, I just saw the season finale for the show and HAD TO write a fix-it where these two get together. You guys, I angsted for so long over whether Halbrand/Sauron sleeps. So silly of me! Maiar can sleep if the fic author wants em to, and don’t need to if s/he doesn’t. How I forgot that fundamental lesson after so many years of fic writing, I don’t know.

6. Smaug's earliest memory was of three shining Stars. They were jewels, but they were fairer than every other jewel he had ever seen put together. When he asked the Eldest of dragons what they were, the Eldest said he didn't know, but that they would burn Smaug if he touched them. - As rich as twenty seas, Smaug/his hoard (the Hobbit). A pinch hit I picked up for the Here Be Dragons exchange, because the prompt was amazing. By the time of this writing, I’d read the Silmarillion, but I had to pick up the Hobbit again for the first time in twenty years for it. A delight! Smaug is my new fave.

7. The shadow and flame at his side did not require chains to keep him in place. Maitimo was weak at their touch, as he was hauled along with his feet dragging on the ground, and he thought he would faint. He had no sense of place or the passage of time; all his mind was focused on repelling their evil touch from his spirit. - The first moonrise, Maedhros & Mairon & Morgoth (the Silmarillion). Aaah this fic. I am conflicted about it, along with its opening. You thought there were enough fics about Maedhros in Angband, did you? Well think again! Featuring a Mairon who is something more than a flat torture-robot for Morgoth.

8. "Well, it's certainly an honor to be asked by the Minister of Magic himself," Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank said, but despite the respect she intended to convey, her tone came out sounding dubious. - The Art of Preservation, Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank (Harry Potter). Ultra-rare femslash!! A hoggywarts exchange fic, which is a very storied event I was so happy to take part of this past year. What a wonderful community!

9. Galadriel climbed the tower swiftly, in spite of the clunky boots she was wearing, made by humans for humans. She was not the type to let a little tower of stone, or the wrong equipment, get in the way of her quest. - A means of mastering it, Galadriel/Tar-Miriel (Rings of Power). More femslash! Another (semi) fix-it where Galadriel kicks butt, gets rid of a pest, and lands herself a queen girlfriend. Written for Yuletide, a thrilling one-time thing as the fandom will never again be eligible, lol.

10. "Harrow," said the Body. She placed her hand over yours, her touch featherlight and chilly. Once again, her voice had changed—it now sounded exactly like your own. "You do not know what you ask." - your mind a shell, Harrow/Alecto (the Locked Tomb). Creepy ghost/hallucination femslash! It’s a missing scene from canon, but with smut. Harrow has a sexual awakening; Alecto (the Body) may or may not be real; Gideon fumes.

Tagging @phantomato, @metalomagnetic, @lumosatnight, @hsvh-hp, @cindle-writes, @turanga4, @perverse-idyll, @leogichidaa, @ncoincidences, and @danpuff-ao3 but only if you want to play!

#tag game #10 lines #about my fic

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ficbrish · 1 year

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10 Random Lines Tag

Thank you @tealenko for the thought/tag! I love doing these tag games.

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I will have to treat chapters of multi-chaptered fics as different fics. I think I have like seven different fics, but I have more than ten chapters currently posted.

Please mind the ratings/warnings if you click on the links to the fics!

1. Weekend, Chapter 1 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“I’m not—Did you get my letter?” [Kaidan]

He was struggling to pick a lane. Oh God, she was right there. Just like the last time, he was losing control.

“I did,” Shepard admitted, disarmed.

“You didn’t answer it.”

“I couldn’t.”

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2. Breaking Regs - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

A few steps later, he kissed her when no one was looking. It felt like hell to tear himself away from her and continue walking. They walked and talked in a shared daydream, detached from the reality around them, and a need broiled between them that was left unspoken.

They’d almost forgotten the purpose of their stroll, and suddenly it hit Kaidan.

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3. Hanar Hats for the Birthday at the End of the World - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“Uh oh,” Wrex shouted playfully from the other side of the table. “Here she comes!”

He gestured to Shepard, who was doing something with her hips and hands. The way she moved about had absolutely nothing to do with the beat of the currently-playing song.

“It’s not a birthday party without some grooves,” she danced, inviting everyone else to do the same.

* * * * *

4. Weekend, Chapter 2 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“May I join you?” [Kaidan] asked, dangling [Shepard] so effortlessly she felt weightless.

He felt her hair brush between his thighs in response.

“Are you nodding your head?” he asked, trying to see past her bottom.

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5. Weekend, Chapter 3 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“So,” [Kaidan] said, “How are you going to save the world this time?”

“If I told you the details, you’d never let me leave this room.”

“That’s not true, I’d let you use the bathroom.”

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6. Weekend, Chapter 4 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

She took his hand, bit her lip, and looked into his adoring eyes.

“I kind of want to show you though,” she said, pulse racing.

The tenderness in Kaidan’s eyes sharpened into want.

“Are you sure, Shepard?”

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7. Weekend, Chapter 5 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“Uuuhhh? I don’t know. It’s been two years for you and only a few months for me.” [Shepard]

“Sleeping Beauty,” [Kaidan] agreed, grinning and moving some hair out of her face.

“Yeah," she laughed, "Pretty much.”

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8. Weekend, Chapter 6 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

“Wow,” [Shepard] said, water dripping down her face.

“I know,” [Kaidan] responded confidently.

“That’s new.”

“I’ve improved since I last saw you, Shepard.”

“Apparently!”

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9. Weekend, Chapter 7 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

Garrus, the largest of them, was curled up and leaning against Tali, who was the smallest and in the middle. Liara was snug in the bench's corner up against the wall, taking up more space than the other two with her legs spread out.

Shepard patted Kasumi on the shoulder, “Mind if I go join them?”

“Of course! I’ll be good up here alone.” She looked up at Shepard and winked, “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

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10. Weekend, Chapter 8 - Mass Effect - Shepard x Kaidan

Kaidan clutched his datapad, holding it in front of him. Shepard put her fingers on her keyboard.

Maybe it was just a message away.

They each took a deep sigh. The same few seconds in the universe passed.

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Tagging: @acciokaidanalenko @nowandthane @halesshepardn7 @ljandersen @elfishtales @gabrielrexiel @crescentbunny @lauraceaaee @ghostxofxartemis @mrsd-writes

#shenko #10 lines #fic game #mass effect #BrishFics #Kaidan Alenko #weekend fic #breaking regs fic #Hanar Hats Birthday fic

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spockandthings · 1 year

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10 lines | 10 people

I got tagged by the wonderful @mallory-x and I couldn't resist participating

Disclaimer : a lot (if not all) of these are some of my fills for the @dreamlingbingo !

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

Here she lies, dreaming / Not dead, merely waiting

Dreamling ; MTG AU ; no archive warnings apply

"Aren't you cold?" Hob asked the lone figure.

I'm only whatever you make me

Dreamling ; Slow burn ; Hob+Death are BFFs AU ; no archive warnings apply

“Look, I’ve seen Death! I’ve lost half of my village to the Black Death. I fought under Buckingham in Burgundy. It’s not like I don’t know what death is… Death is… stupid.” The clamour caught the attention of the two other-worldly beings currently scouting the establishment.

You'll be the saddest part of me / A part of me that'll never be mine

Unrequited Dreamling ; Emotional angst ; no archive warnings apply

“I’m coming back,” Hob said, getting up from the table and heading for the bar.

My body is the frame wherein 'tis held / And perspective it is best painter's art

Dreamling ; College AU ; Rivals to lovers ; Office Sex ; no archive warnings apply

The humanities programs often shared a common place, whether it was through social gatherings, open houses, other various events, but also, and perhaps the most important of all, it shared funding.

I bared my heart to your absence

Dreamling ; Letters ; Open ending ; no archive warnings apply

Dream didn’t mean to wander too far in the Dreaming’s library, and to evidently be captivated by the shelves that were reserved for one, Hob Gadling.

And when it's hard / I'll place your head into my hands

Dreamling ; Sickfic ; no archive warnings apply

Materialising in the middle of Hob’s living room, Dream looked in disbelief at the state of it.

I think we could live forever / In each other's faces

Dreamling ; A/B/O ; True Mates ; First Meeting ; no archive warnings apply

It must have been the umpteenth time that Morpheus had attended such events.

Source to seer, I reach for destiny

Dreamling ; Witch!Hob AU ; Emotional Angst ; Graphic depictions of violence and gore

Dream of the Endless had not wandered into the Waking World ever since the recollection of his tools of office, right after his century long capture.

i wish to discover / what is not but only could

Dreamling ; Established relationship ; Poetry reading ; no archive warnings apply

Morpheus entered the New Inn just in time to hear a chorus of voices chanting : “Rob! Rob! Rob! Rob!…” the crowd cheered on the man Dream had started to know more closely and cherish.

It's all here just a moment / One breath and then it's gone

Dreamling ; Hob has RSD ; Emotional angst ; Open ending ; no archive warnings apply

“ You dare… ” his mysterious Stranger’s voice is like thunder underneath Hob’s skin. Panic instantly rises up in Hob’s mind and body.

Hope you like these!

#tag game #10 lines #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling

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mallory-x · 1 year

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10 lines | 10 people

Thanks for the tag @bluesundaycake!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

I’ve only written two fics so here they are!

you can sleep while I dream

Dream rests his head on his hand as he props himself up to watch Hob, sleeping next to him in Hob’s big bed.

Dreamling; explicit; consensual somnophilia for 2023 Dreamling Bingo

when that shark bites with his teeth, babe

Hob doesn’t usually pick up strangers in bars for one night stands, but as the blond pushes him up against the hotel room wall and kisses his way down Hob’s throat with just the right amount of teeth, he honestly isn’t sure why he doesn’t.

Hobrinthian; explicit; warning for rape/non-con; knifeplay; dead dove: do not eat

Tagging @avelera @blueberrymffn @sleepsonfutons @serenailith @reallyintoscience @spockandthings @mentallyinvernation @gabessquishytum @doitforstamets @nightbirdz - no pressure!

#tag game #10 lines #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #morpheus #the corinthian #hobrinthian

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scottxlogan · 1 year

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Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people. I was tagged by @sivan325 Thanks for the tag! I’m tagging: @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea, @just-fandomthings, @chaoticgardenbread, @kleenexwoman, @sgfic, @naughtyneganjdm, @stormxpadme, @onekisstotakewithme, @ rescue-ram, @godestof3worlds and anyone else who wants to do this :) Have fun everyone! Because some of these vary in the ratings and I’m being fair in scrolling to the middle of the documents I’m going to put these under the cut for anyone who wants to read the lines lol. That being said here we go:

(Not yet titled Scott Summers/Steve Rogers fic that is a follow up to my other Scott/Steve piece I did that also ties into the Winteriron fic Yearning) “It’s early,” Steve mouthed kissing the messy crop of dark hair spilled over his shoulder inviting temptation into his life at the idea of spending the next few days doing nothing, but exploring each other without thought or reason, just indulging in hedonism until neither could take it any longer, “You should rest.” “I have a meeting at noon,” his lover sighed running his fingers over the planes of Steve’s chest, reaching out to slide his palm down over Steve’s abdomen to touch his skin as if his lover was also questioning if this was really still happening between them, “I can’t be late.” “Not even if you tell them you’re working on public relations?” Steve teased circling his index finger over the dip in the man’s spine catching the goosebumps that formed on his flesh in Steve’s caress, “When we’re working out the future of team unity here?”

Gone Forever (Scott/Logan) “Always only with me,” Logan teased curling his arm tighter around Scott’s body to pull Scott in over his chest more completely, “Although Nate’s probably going to wake up feeling insatiable himself when he starts talking about finding the leftover wedding cake.” “He’s going to want you to take him out sledding like you promised when we drove in and he saw that hill,” Scott reminded Logan with a sweep over fingers over Logan’s chest, “He’s not going to take no for an answer after your promised to take him.” “I’ll take him,” Logan kissed the top of Scott’s head, “I’m a man of my word Slim.” “I know you are,” Scott angled his head up to take another look at Logan, “That’s why I knew that I was destined to fall hopelessly in love with you the moment you tried to drown yourself in my lake.”

The Assignment (Bucky/Tony) “What do you think?” Tony decided moving in to reach for Bucky’s pants and open them as anticipated. “I think…that you need to have someone make love to you for once in your life,” Bucky answered pulling Tony up off the floor and into his lap, “To show you that you mean more than just a means of getting off.” “Getting off is easy for me,” Tony’s face grew hot in the admission, “It feels good, and I don’t have to think about… ”“What it means to mean something more to someone else who cares about you,” Bucky challenged touching Tony’s cheek and urging Tony to meet his eyes again, “To feel something about the person you’re sharing yourself with knowing that it means more than just pleasure.” “Pleasure feels good,” Tony challenged brazenly as Bucky’s firm grip returned to his bottom to squeeze him tighter than before. “Falling in love feels better.”

Better Together (Scott/Tony) “Can’t rush perfection, right?” Scott sighed lowering his head onto Tony’s shoulder and savoring the warmth of the man who held him. He felt Tony’s fingers sliding down over his spine, spreading warmth on the path that they were on as it appeared that once again obligation had set limitations on their time spent together. “Making love to you isn’t something I plan on taking lightly,” Tony’s sultry words caused butterflies to dance in Scott’s stomach as his body was filled with anticipation and longing for the one thing that they were yet to share with one another. As Tony’s lips found their way to Scott’s again, Tony’s right hand settled over Scott’s sharp jawline, tracing over his all-too-eager skin while Tony’s thumb skimmed against Scott’s chiseled cheekbone, “I want it to be perfect for us when it finally happens.”

Firestorm (Bucky/Tony) “Stevie’s gonna kill you when he learns what your stupid ass did. We both know that,” Bucky counseled the man in the mirror knowing that running off and marrying Tony Stark without warning or reason beyond what Bucky suspected was a whim was going to raise the door to suspicions and create a wave of problems back home. Still not wanting to dwell on it, Bucky combed his hair back one last time before taking in a breath and making his way out into the suite to face the morning.

Home Again (Bucky/Tony) “Jen,” Bruce spoke up behind an uneasy expression as his face was filled with a crimson color in everyone listening to his cousin’s excitement in her new position with the team. “Can we get this one to lay off the caffeine here?” another feminine sarcastic voice questioned and groaned when Luke returned to the conversation once again. “She’s excited Jessica and who can blame her? It’s not every day we get called up on an Avenger’s mission on short notice. Makes you feel like part of the A-squad right about now,” Luke reminded his wife when Jennifer’s conversation transitioned to Morgan again, who was now discussing what sounded a lot like a selection of mission themed snacks with another unknown male voice in the background. “Cheese puffs, cinnamon pops, sour cream and onion chips, chocolate chip cookies…” Morgan’s muffled words continued to ramble on as Jen piped in on the conversation. “Oh. Oh. Save me some of those cheese puffs,” Jen shouted over the com causing Bruce to cringe again with embarrassment. He threw out another apologetic look in Rhodey’s direction before struggling to keep things neutral in the conversation taking place. “Yeah, well if she gets any more excited and I’m probably going to knock her ass out,” Jessica groaned outwardly when there was another sound of rumbling on the other side of the communication followed by a loud crashing boom, “No offense.”

End of the Line (Bucky/Tony from the middle of the story in the middle of that chapter) “I don’t regret being there especially not now that she’s here,” Pepper noted with a shake of her head, “She has your temper especially when she’s hangry.” “Hangry?” Tony repeated with a wrinkled expression on his face, “I don’t get hangry.” “The hell you don’t,” Pepper groaned outwardly and rolled her eyes at him, “You have the worst case of hangry I’ve ever experienced not counting when Bruce’s other half is out or maybe Thor, but…” “So essentially you’re saying that our daughter likes to eat,” Tony teased poking at her side when the words rolled from his tongue feeling more foreign than anything when he allowed them to sink in.

Under Your Spell (Scott/Logan) “I won’t hurt him,” Logan promised standing up taller as he found himself filled with a new sense of hope, “Whatever happens I swear to you that I won’t hurt him Hank. I’ll find a way to avoid bringing his world crashing down when…” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep Logan,” Hank warned, “Scott’s in a very vulnerable place right now.”

Damaged (Scott/Logan) “Logan stop,” Scott had foolishly pulled away, denying his heart when his guilt had consumed him. There were so many things he should’ve said, that he should’ve done, but instead he’d given into the weight of his guilt and had said the worst possible thing imaginable. He’d offered up the truth, “Last night happened because Charles wanted it to happen. I only let things get that far because…” “No,” Logan shook his head furiously, “I don’t believe that…” “He wanted team unity and I knew that the only way to keep you at bay was to give you what you wanted,” Scott kept his back turned away from Logan, “I gave in to temptation because it was what you desired—what you needed, but for me…it…it was just…” “Just what?” Logan had questioned when Scott had done the unthinkable. “Another successful mission meant to keep you in line,” Scott had replied dismissively, with an uncharacteristic coldness before everything else that followed had felt foreign to the man he’d become. Instead of revealing the things that he’d always kept deep inside of him, he’d denied his feelings, offered up his body to Logan on the stipulation that Logan would continue to fight for Charles Xavier’s team. He’d been cold and cruel, offering himself as a tool for Logan’s compliance should Logan demand it, but what he hadn’t been able to provide the man he’d loved was his heart.

Not Tonight (Tony/Bucky) “Are you listening to me? I said empty your pockets!” “And I said no,” Tony responded slapping the gun away as the man who threatened him looked back with bewilderment behind the blue eyes that were staring at Tony beneath the mask.

And if you made it this far you’re awesome! Thanks for the adventure in guiding me to pull these together and thanks for reading to anyone who took a look at these :)

#scogan #winteriron #ten lines #scott summers #steve rogers #wolverine #cyclops #james howlett #logan #tony stark #bucky barnes #10 lines #fanfic

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 1 year

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Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people. I was tagged by both @scottxlogan and @chaoticgardenbread. Some will get more than one line.

I'm going to tag @kleenexwoman, @mcfiddlestan, @chaotic-hypnotic-erotic, @holistic-alcoholic, @just-fandomthings, @chuckwinchester, @elekdragon, @jcrewguy, @ishipanarmada, and @oceanplait

From: Just a drop of water in an endless sea: Part 05 Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis (Ironstrange, post-Endgame):

Placing one hand on Tony’s hip, he caressed the other along the underside of his left arm, gently raising it up. His fingers stroked along the pulse point of his inner wrist and then turned Tony’s hand and pressed two fingers to his palm to nudge it upright, as he’d shown him over the course of these lessons. Stephen kept his other hand to himself; it would be too easy to distract them both with too much touch.

“Remember the gesture,” he directed, his mouth close to Tony’s ear.

Tony nodded, and honed his attention at the open space of the dojo. He took a deep breath and visualized a clear picture of his intention, and then slowly rotated his hand the way he’d been practicing for weeks now. He felt the energy shift and wane and doubled down until he felt something both cold and hot pushing back at his hand. The area in front of him rippled and pulsed and then...

...it shimmered.

A gold and red swirl of energy spun clockwise, and then the two colors parted, like the tear-shaped, dualistic Taiji, and opened up like a door. A gate.

At last.

A soft gasp eased into a whimper that wanted to be a cheer, but Tony was terrified to jinx it now that he’d finally gotten it right. He wasn’t tumbling into a storage closet, and he wasn’t flinging himself backward into one of the many expensive artifacts around the Sanctum. And so far, he wasn’t being sucked through the gate, but the wider it opened, the more he could recognize his workshop back at the compound.

“Good afternoon, Boss,” FRIDAY’s voice greeted, and a shaky laugh barked in triumph from the mechanic.

From: And it's a long way down (Bobby Drake/Christian Frost):

Christian blinked but before he could say anything else, Bobby led him across the sand to the tent Tony arranged for their comfort. It wasn’t like a camping tent with zippers that retained the heat and stillness inside. It was more like an events tent, though this was Tony Stark’s doing, so a tarp flooring had been set down, and inside three fans had been strategically set up, running on Stark tech so that no electricity or batteries were needed. There were also chairs and two couches set inside, all apparently older furniture that Tony no longer used in the Malibu estate on the cliffs above them, so he left them in reserve for such occasions that required comfort.

The sudden rush of cool air blowing on him was bliss. It allowed his mind to reboot, in a way, even though it really wasn’t the heat outside that had shorted his thoughts. Christian allowed Bobby to lead him over to one of the couches and pushed him gently onto it until he bounced a little on the cushions.

“I’m actually okay, Bobby. I just...”

Bobby once more trailed his tongue around the ice cream, catching where it had started to melt during their trek inside the tent. He was about to sit beside his boyfriend when he realized Christian’s words cut off the moment he’d started in on his cone again. Oh.

From: Breaking Inside, Part 1 of Outside the dawn is breaking (But inside the dark I'm aching to be free); Scott/Logan, X-Men 3 Fix-it:

Carrying over everything he’d been asked to grab along with the salad, Scott placed them all on the island and lined them up as an assembly line to make it easier. He picked up the quiet between Logan and Emma and when he glanced over, he could tell from experience that something was likely said telepathically. He’d been mentored by a telepath for half his life and engaged to one for much of that time as well.

“You know, Emma, I have to say that I’ve seen hunting cabins over the years, and this is far more luxurious than any of them. And that includes that lean-to that Logan’s got sequestered away just the other side of the Canadian border that he sneaks away to when the kids get too loud for him,” Scott said as he stepped out of the way of the line-up of toppings and salad so that the other two could grab their plates first.

Logan, however, shoved a plate with a thick piece of salmon and a potato into Scott’s hands. He jerked his head toward the island.

“Get your food, kid. You’re the one who’s been starving himself for months, surviving on what...crackers and cheese at the school because that’s what you’ve been scrounging at two a.m. when everyone’s been asleep,” he lectured, gently, not wanting to start another fight with Scott. Not before he’d gotten some food in him, some answers from Emma, and some more sleep.

From: All lost in a wonderland (Strangers in Paradise); Emma Frost/Steve Rogers, pre-relationship:

She really needed to learn to not be attracted to men with complicated pasts, whether it was their exes or not. Though in Steve’s case, it was less about his exes – as one was happily involved with another man and the other had aged as normal and passed on. Quite frankly, if she had to be compared to someone’s ex, she would prefer it to be Peggy Carter because she was someone to admire; unlike Scott’s ex.

But to remind him of his mother?

“It’s an impressive view, isn’t it?” Steve’s voice broke through Emma’s thoughts and made her jump slightly.

Emma chastised herself for being so distracted by her own inner bullshit that she hadn’t even picked up on someone joining her on the landing pad. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw Steve halfway up the steps to where she stood.

“It’s very impressive,” she answered and let her eyes linger on him long enough to infer something other than the New York skyline.

Steve’s ascent paused just a second, and he blushed before continuing up the rest of the way to the smaller deck for the flyers. He stood next to Emma and leaned on the rail.

“It surprises me how quiet the city is from up here,” Emma remarked and shifted a little closer to Steve’s body heat without thinking about it.

“I know. I can actually hear myself think out here. Not like down below where it’s noisy all the time,” he said and actually lowered his voice when he thought about it. He didn’t have music and conversations to talk over out here. Though the music was still on his mind. It was why he came out here instead of leaving Emma to her moment of solitude.

From: A little shy and sad of eye but very wise was he; Frostiron:

Loki typed back a quick That sounds wonderful actually. Just don’t order everything on the menu this time. You’re feeding us and the Avengers. Not Thor. Extra dumplings? Crab rangoon? all while he checked over the packages, which he tucked into another dimensional pocket. He floated the phone to the side while he stuck his feet into fleece-lined fox socks, complete with little ears up near his toes.

From: Of everything that stands, the end; Winteriron, no powers AU:

James pretended not to listen in, but he couldn’t hear the person Tony talked to, so he just got his friend’s side. His mouth quirked at the side when it was obvious Tony was talking about him, and he even caught the whispered part that he wasn’t supposed to hear. He watched Tony tuck the phone away then pull out his card to hand to Cyndi when she came back with their supper.

“So, who’s this J?” he asked first.

“J is Jarvis. Actually Geoff Jarvis. He’s my PA. Uh. Personal assistant. He’s really awesome. He manages everything for me. Well, except my company. That’s Pepper. My life would be chaos if it weren’t for those two. You’ll meet J soon,” Tony explained.

“And he’s good with upending his schedule to come fetch us in a helicopter?” James’ uplifted eyebrow served as the perfect punctuation.

Tony nodded.

“He’ll show up with the bird, take my car back to the apartment, and you and I will head up to Ghent. It’ll take about an hour to get there, and we can eat, and go for a sunset stroll. The view will leave you breathless,” he said. He laughed when James just shook his head. “What? Are you having doubts again, Aragorn?”

It was James’ turn to laugh, but it was stunted, more incredulous than deep. Tony wanted to figure out how to make this guy really laugh hard from the belly.

“Why do you do that?”

“What?” Tony questioned with a hand-shrug.

“Give me weird nicknames,” James replied.

“Oh like you’re one to talk. Calling me ‘Goatee Guy’ before you remembered my name,” Tony teased back.

“Fair. But...Aragorn? Mad Hatter? Where the hell do those come from? You’ve got a goatee. It fits."

Tony rolled his eyes, forgetting that not everyone got his connections between a person and a pop culture references.

From: If it be your pleasure to cross the sleeping green between, Scott Summers/Steve Rogers:

The two of them lost themselves entirely in each other, tangled and suspended and surrounded by steam that they breathed into their lungs when the kisses needed pause for air. They teased and stroked, their passions heightened but neither rushing for conclusion either. Scott’s toes curled, his heels dug into the small of Steve’s back, and Steve held onto Scott one-armed and counting on the shower wall not to collapse so that his man wouldn’t fall. They were both so ready to move to the next step that it wasn’t until Steve had a moment of clarity that he groaned and dropped his head to Scott’s shoulder, tensing out of frustration.

“What...hey, Steve...what’s wrong?” Scott rasped out his concern. He kissed the top of Steve’s head several times then leaned as close as he could to brush his lips to that naked shoulder.

“Lube’s in the bedroom,” Steve muttered in the most mortified voice anyone had ever heard out of him. “I don’t usually...in here...and when I’m by myself, I don’t need it in here because the water’s...Jesus...I’m sorry.”

From: Roll the Bones, Pt 3 of Hemispheres; Loki/Tony (pre-relationship):

Tony whipped around and aimed daggers at him from his glare. Bruce nearly fell back from the shock of it.

“You almost Hulked on Loki? Again? What the hell did the Other Guy think Loki was gonna do, Bruce?” He stalked toward Bruce until his science bro was tucked into the corner of the elevator. Surprisingly enough, there was no tell-tale sign of green to Bruce’s eyes. “That would’ve been an instant ‘not cool, game over, man’ moment, my friend. I like you and I like your alter ego a lot, but I’m not gonna let him make a Loki-sized dent in my floors again.”

Bruce held up his hands and would’ve waved a white flag if he’d had one.

“Whoa. Whoa, Tony. Back the fuck up, okay? I wasn’t going to attack Loki. That is...the Other Guy wasn’t. He...that is we were feeling pretty protective of him actually,” he explained in one breath. Tony’s questioning head tilt gave him the permission to continue. “Loki came to the lab looking a little like steak that had been dropped onto the floor and kicked a few times. I immediately insisted on another x-ray to make sure that his previous damage hadn’t been...re-damaged.” Bruce sucked in a deep breath and went on. “Loki explained that he’d been down with one of Fury’s new training groups. He had to...stand there and let them beat on him, and he couldn’t fight back with magic or anything else today. I was pissed. Hulk wanted out, but I got it under control, and it wasn’t aimed at Loki. I don’t like the idea that Fury’s just using him as a goddamn target and not get to defend himself.”

Taking a step back like he’d been punched in the gut, Tony clutched onto the rail attached to the wall. He fist tightened around it, and it was a good thing he didn’t have one of his gauntlets on or else he’d have snapped it in half.

“That’s what his comment was about. The rough morning. Fuck.” Tony bared his teeth. “FUCK! I’m gonna kill Fury. What the FUCK. That was NOT in the treaty thing, and I don’t recall it being a condition of Loki getting to remain here. Training with us and S.H.I.E.L.D.? Yeah. Helping us protect the fucking planet? You betchya. But standing there after only a month past nearly dying...to be hurt over and over and not get a chance to defend himself? That’s bullshit. That’s some serious bullshit right there,” Tony ranted.

From: It's a question of lust, it's a question of trust; Pt. 2 Is this a dagger I see? series; Winterfrost:

“Does it bother you?” Loki asked as he met Bucky’s eyes. He started to lift his fingers away from the prosthetic, but then Bucky shook his head. “Does it hurt…or itch?”

“Used to. I think most of the pain happened while I was…conditioned, so I really didn’t think about it. Now it doesn’t really hurt so much. I guess having something as long as I’ve had this thing, it just became a part of me. The real me is this arm now…more so than the ‘real’ one that I lost since I’ve actually had this metal one longer.” He laughed. “Well, not this one specifically. T’Challa’s people…made this. It’s better than my last one,” he filled in. Bucky caressed along the base of Loki’s spine, and he heard the quiet hitch and moan even while the prince kept up his examination of his shoulder with the lightest of touches. “I like the way that feels,” he said, and that brought Loki’s attention to his face, as if to see if he was lying or not. “I do. No one’s ever really…bothered. Most people have been freaked out by it. And you’re not.”

To answer Bucky’s question, Loki shifted around until he was resting on his knees now, and he dipped his head to trace the scarred flesh at the start of his prosthetic with his lips, feathering kisses as far over as he could. Then he slithered around Bucky until his chest leaned into Bucky’s spine, and he finished the kisses on the other side.

“I come from a culture of warriors, James. Many may be scholars and academics and craftsmen and women, among many other noble pursuits, but above all else, many are warriors, and that means scars and missing limbs and eyes,” Loki whispered, as if he was now in a sacred space to show reverence and adoration. He moved his mouth across the span of Bucky’s shoulders, brushing aside his chestnut locks to nuzzle and nip and kiss the back of his neck. One hand slipped around to rest on Bucky’s stomach, which he felt trembling just as a quiet moan rumbled through his mortal lover. “There is no reason I can fathom that would leave me feeling disturbed by your arm or the scars you bear. They are a testament to your endurance…your survival. The fortitude in you, the tenacity…you fill me with awe.”

From: To get it right even a little / and that little grudging and awkward, Pt. 2 Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home; Loki/Steve Rogers:

By the time Steve stepped out of the elevator on the communal floor – once FRIDAY assured him that Loki was still playing the video game with Clint – he couldn’t tell if his heart had lodged itself in his throat or dropped all the way to his stomach where it now lay there heavily and made him feel ready to throw up. Why the hell was he this nervous about asking someone out on a date? Admitting that he really did like him and asking him to spend some time with him despite being a gigantic douchecanoe over the last…God, two months, essentially.

He walked up the short hall and could immediately hear the familiar sounds of one of Bucky’s favorite games still going strong.

“Loks, aw c’mon, man! You can’t just run ahead like that and leave me in the middle of all those zombies!” Clint exclaimed just as Steve made it past the wall.

“Then hurry up and shoot the last of the zombies so we can make it to the exit. You didn’t warn me that this level was actually timed or I would’ve done more to get us here faster,” Loki snarled. “Why doesn’t this wretched game give one the ability to apparate around? And if I were truly in this scenario, I would have far superior means to obliterate these creatures without having to rely on the incompetence of human-made weaponry!”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he listened to the exchange and watched as not only Clint but Loki as well moved closer to the enormous screen, both on their knees, their bodies swaying and jerking with each movement in the game. He wanted to offer Loki the drink he held before it melted much more than it already had, but he didn’t want to interrupt such a crucial moment, especially since their success hinged on their timeliness.

#10 Lines #10 Lines 10 Tags #fanfiction #Oh I should also say that the first one (the Ironstrange) isn't posted up yet because it's not quite finished)#Soon hopefully I'll have it ready to go

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tracingpatternswrites · 1 year

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10 lines - 10 people

Aah, thanks for the tags @heartofspells, @fonkeloog, @mundrakan, @sliebman10 and @squintclover 🙈 sorry it took me a while, lol.

Okay, here we go, first lines from my 10 most recent fics and we’re working our way backwards.

Magic like you and me - Prongsfoot | Teen and up | 577 words

Sirius Black is a magical person.

Never better - Prongsfoot | General | 568 words

“Wrap it up, everyone, good work today!”

Of Protein Powder & PTAs - Wolfstar | Mature | 76.5k words (WIP and written with @squintclover)

“I did it!” Harry shouted, barraging over the pitch with his broom in one hand and robes billowing behind him.

Dancing with you - Wolfstar | Teen and up | 3788 words

“Cheer up, Pads, have a drink.”

Little Lion - Sirius/James/Regulus | Explicit (and additional warnings) | 35k words

“Knock it off or I’ll hex you,” Sirius snarls, kicking out against Rosier’s chair to make it topple forward onto all four legs from where he’d been balancing on only two, the other boy letting out a protesting yelp.

Hungry Moon - Wolfstar | Explicit | 4.5k words

Sirius apparates straight onto the little landing outside of their flat.

New Year’s Magic - Jegulus | Teen and up | 889 words

James had escaped the bustle inside, Sirius Black’s New Year’s Eve parties were never a quiet or understated affair and sometimes he just needed a break, some fresh air, a chance to catch his breath.

Waiting for you - Remus/Sirius | M (additional warnings) | 299 words

It had been so easy.

Snowed in - Wolfstar | M | 1500 words

“We’re snowed in.”

Mince pie - Wolfstar | Teen and up | 817 words

“That’s my seat,” Sirius says, scowling at the boy sitting at his favourite spot in the library.

I think almost everyone has done this so I’m sorry if I double tags but here we go: @narcissa-black-supermacy, @squidgilator, @broomsticks, @puuvillaa, @demidreamer, @krethes, @jennandblitz, @black-sparroww, @siriuslythatbitch, @pjxckson

#10 lines #10 people #my writing #self recs

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thecharmedburrowspn-files · 1 year

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Ten Lines Game

Thanks for the tag @wordspin-shares 💜

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three or more) then share it. Tag others if you want.

While I do have 10 fics, there are some I don’t want to revisit or promote anymore, so I’ll just go with a few of the ones I think are worth reading.

From Second Chances (Fandom: The Vampire Diaries):

It was dangerous to join powers, a practice most covens used judiciously as a group decision. They voluntarily used their magic to help each other, but this coven had funneled its power into their leader. Everyone had to follow his will or they were killed. Some were afraid of him and the awful things he done, but most seemed happy to serve him. Even those that been forced into this coven seemed to follow him willingly. Or maybe they were just really good actors? Or under a spell?

From Time’s Up (Fandom: The Vampire Diaries):

“Let go of me, Damon,” she demanded, futilely struggling against his grip. He ignored her, pulling her into a hug instead.

“It’s ok, Gwen,” he said. “It’s me.”

“That’s kind of the problem,” she snapped, pushing against his chest. He released her, looking hurt.

From Imperfectly Bound (Fandom: The Vampire Diaries)

“What? Are you afraid she’ll see the monster you really are?” Stefan snapped, panic giving way to anger.

Gwen’s eyes darted between the two brothers, her pace picking up. When Stefan appeared in front of them, she stepped back so fast that she bumped into Damon who had to steady her so she didn’t fall over.

“Not at all,” Damon stated, a slight edge to his voice as a cruel smirk appeared. “I hope Elena dies.”

Leaving a stunned Stefan behind him, Damon finished leading Gwen to the door. He was about to close it behind her when she turned around.

“You should help him,” she said gently, meeting his eyes.

Damon was too thrown to say anything. Wasn’t this the same girl who was asking for help on how to be evil, or “morally gray”? As if reading his mind, she shrugged. Damon closed the door, feeling more conflicted than he had only a few seconds ago.

From Sight’s Journey (Fandom: Harry Potter):

“You’re being very overprotective, you know.”

“I do. I don’t care,” Cedric shrugged. She sighed and pulled her hands back. She laid her head on her arm, which was resting on the back of her chair. Cedric ran his hand through his hair in an agitated manner, causing Mel to smile slightly. She loved when his hair was a mess.

Tagging: @scarletnerd05 @starsandstormyseas @darknightfrombeyond @darkwolf76 @ultrarebelheart @hellotvshowtrash @witchofinterest @anotherunreadblog @fanficanatic-tw @star-linedsoul

#10 lines #writing promo

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legally-allowed-to-slime · 1 month

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“there’s an enormous sundial bigger than god’s ego” (scar in s10 ep8)

scar’s way with words has me captivated

#real talk that line was so hard #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft 10 #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft season ten #hc s10 #hc10 #hc

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daddiesdrarryy · 7 months

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Me when I finish writing something:

#writing #be it a fic a poem or a novel anything fr #writing meme #writing humour #writing things #the og line is ‘filmmaking’#hayao miyazaki #life of a writer #writers of tumblr #writer #writers #writerblr #writers life #writer things #writing funny #he’s just so iconic 😭#source: 10 years with hayao miyazaki #writers block #writeblr

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awetfrog · 7 months

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Umm I only suggested impaling your companion on an ancient torture machine as a joke? Grow up

#fear and hunger #my art tag?#enki ankarian #d'arce cataliss #the girl fear and hunger #enki has like 10 lines of dialogue but hes the funniest character to ever exist to me

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stevebabey · 9 months

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Dustin denotes his plan as a stroke of genius. Steve calls it fucking crazy.

It is crazy — going down to the police station and giving a completely faux alibi for Eddie is crazy.

But then, Steve recalls the handcuffs on the hospital bed, keeping him strapped in even though Eddie’s hardly in a state for escape, all bandages and wires. Steve remembers the fitful sleeps he’s witnessed when visiting, remembers Eddie’s ashamed whisper of fear that one of the officers would smother him in his sleep if no one stayed with him.

Steve remembers the bats. Remembers all the other shit Eddie got dragged through.

And if Steve can lessen that blow… well, then maybe he is crazy for going through with the plan.

There’s no prepping Eddie for it, of course, considering he’s being guarded around the clock. Steve thinks it’s ridiculous considering how feeble he feels just looking at Eddie. When he— when they had gotten him out, there was a moment where he was more blood than boy. Just jagged skin held together by Steve’s hands and sheer will.

He shivers involuntarily. This is crazy, Steve thinks, shifting a bit in the chair out the front of Eddie’s room, waiting for the discussion across the hall to meet its end. It’s crazy, but he’s already done it now.

Sharp footsteps sound across the hallway and Steve’s head yanks up. His heart beats too fast and he presses his palms down into his jeans to wipe them, standing up quickly.

“So?” He asks, eyes darting between Chief Powell and Deputy Callahan.

“That’s quite the alibi you’ve provided, Mr Harrington.” There’s a cool expression on Chief Powell’s face, giving away nothing. “One that not many would be so willing to give.”

Steve swallows. Presses down the panic tied to the implications of what he’s told them— him and Eddie. Him and Eddie together.

“We’d like to question Mr Munson a little as well, get everything settled. You know,” He makes a little gesture with his hand. “Make sure your stories line up.”

A new strain of panic jolts in Steve’s stomach and he hopes it doesn’t show on his face. Glancing over his shoulder, he peers between the blinds and tries to find Eddie’s face. He can only see the hospital bed, stark white sheets and hundreds of tubes. Steve tries to remember that he anticipated this, he prepared for this.

“Now?” He asks, turning back to face the officers. He tries to appear like his uneasiness comes from concern, instead of panic. “He’s just had another dose of morphine, I’m not sure how up to questions he’ll be.”

Chief Powell narrows his eyes. Steve silently begs him to take the bait — he doesn’t want to defer the questioning, he just needs a little more wiggle room in case Eddie is slow on the uptake. He’s a performer though. Steve hopes that’ll be enough to convince them.

“Now is best.”

Steve nods, his face grave. “I understand. Just… if he’s a bit slow, give him time to find his answers. He doesn’t know that I’ve… told you.”

Steve’s hand presses down on the handle to the room and the door opens with a hiss. He enters the room, his eyes landing on the officer posted by the door first before they travel onto the bed, to Eddie.

The chair beside the bed is empty for now which means Wayne must be off getting some food. Good, Steve thinks. This will be easiest with a smaller audience to convince.

Eddie’s eyes are closed, resting as best he can, but at the new noise they peek open. The ripple of happy emotion will help their case immensely but Steve delights in the fact that that reaction is genuine. Eddie is happy to see him.

“Big boy!” He rasps as a greeting. He waves one hand up, wires sticking out of it and the handcuff on it clinks uncomfortably, and he begins a spiel. “Welcome back to my humble—”

He cuts himself off when he sees there are other visitors today besides Steve. The heart monitor jumps and Eddie’s hand drops, eyes back onto Steve in an instant.

“What’s going on?”

Steve strides to his side, his hand reaching out to curl his fingers around Eddie’s limp hand. His skin is cool to touch, fingers icy. Surprise jumps onto Eddie’s face but his fingers tighten their grip, holding his hand too. Steve sits down in the seat beside the bed and lets the real nerves of the situation make his voice tremble when he speaks.

“I— I had to tell them, Eddie. About your real alibi.”

To his credit, Eddie only lets confusion wash over his face for a moment before it turns to some mixture of anger and sadness. A furrow forms between his brows, his grip on Steve’s hand tightening, and Steve doesn’t think he’s acting at all when he says, “You didn’t.”

Huh. Maybe he’s figured it out after all, Steve thinks.

Steve nods solemnly, letting his thumb wander over the back of Eddie’s hand. He remembers what it’s like to dote on girls, on Nancy, and find it’s not nearly as hard to bring it all out for Eddie either.

“I had to,” He murmurs, reaching a hand out to brush back some of Eddie’s hair. The heart monitor spikes again and Eddie’s cheeks glow pink.

Behind them, Chief Powell clears his throat and Steve jumps, remembering himself and what he’s trying to accomplish here.

“Excuse us, Mr. Munson, we have a few questions for you.”

There’s a moment where they let their words register and Eddie takes a deep breath, squeezing Steve’s hand and giving a little nod. Chief Powell continues.

“Mr. Harrington here has come forward with a statement that would place you elsewhere than the scene of the crime at the time of Miss Cunningham’s murder. Can you recall where you were that night?”

The mention of Chrissy’s name makes Eddie flinch and Steve’s glad he’s already holding his hand so he can squeeze it gently. Eddie’s gaze drops to their intertwined hands and stares hard for a moment. Shuffling puzzle pieces into place.

Steve leans down, presses a soft kiss to his bruised knuckles, and says “Tell them the truth.”

Eddie inhales sharply, steeling his nerves and turns his attention back to the officers. “I was with Steve. We were… we were at his house.”

Chief Powell nods, scratching words down in his notepad. He hums in a way that tells Eddie to keep going.

“We were…” Eddie trails off and looks to Steve, trying to follow the story already planted. Steve nods, hoping it comes off like he’s trying to be comforting boyfriend, instead of a subtle nudge.

“…Kissing.”

Steve resists the urge to snort at the absurdity of the whole situation. This whole thing is so convoluted and it’s twisted that Eddie’s even been accused but Steve’s putting his fuckin’ reputation on the line and Eddie says they’ve been kissing?

He doesn’t even need to turn around to know some eyebrows have raised behind him.

“Kissing?” Steve hears Chief Powell repeat. “Just… kissing?”

Eddie’s attention snaps forward again and Steve can see him piece together the snappy persona, the Freak, the scary dog privileges that come with being an outsider. He straightens up a bit, shoulders squaring but Steve can feel the quake in his hand.

“I’m sorry, did you want a play by play of the whole act, Chief Powell? I can go into detail if you want, who took who’s pants off first, yanno, but I didn’t peg you for that kinda guy.”

Steve can’t miss this reaction, turning his head to watch both officers shuffle uncomfortably on the spot. Chief Powell tries to keep his power, eyes narrowing, but it’s hard to maintain when Steve dots another quick kiss across Eddie’s knuckle.

“Very well.” He seems to land on. “We’ll be back to collect a formal statement later—”

Eddie gives a faint squeak, his hand grasping Steves that much tighter.

“—but I’m happy to have the guard and cuffs removed from your room for now.”

A sigh so large escapes Eddie that his chest deflates a good couple inches and Steve feels his own shoulders relax a bit. Chief Powell steps forward, key retrieved from his belt and Steve winces seeing the ring of irritated skin around Eddie’s wrist. No doubt caused from the thrashing of night terrors.

He releases Eddie’s hand long enough for it to be freed, scooping it back up in his as soon as he can, properly this time. All fingers intertwined, palm to palm. Eddie eyes their hands again and Steve pretends to not hear the jump in the heart monitor.

The officers leave, including the one holding post, the door sliding shut with a gentle click and Steve holds himself still— unsure of how to start explaining what he had sprung on Eddie. He feels bad, dropping him in the deep end, even if it was for his own good.

“Eddie—” He starts.

“Hug me.” Eddie hisses out the corner of his mouth. When Steve doesn’t react, he says it again, fiercer - it doesn’t match the way he’s smiling so sweetly at Steve. “Hug. Me.”

Steve does as he’s told, shooting up onto his feet and hesitating only for a moment before Eddie’s arms are creeping around his waist — he leans over and tries to keep his weight off him. Eddie’s frazzled curls tickle at his cheek and Steve just burrows his face in further.

There’s a faint whisper into his ear. “They were watching still.”

Steve pulls back a bit, not to check over his shoulder, but to see Eddie’s face. He’s serious, eyes skirting the window behind them but the moment Steve pulls back, his eyes shift down and he softens.

“And now… kiss me too?” He says. His tone conveys that he knows he’s being far too cheeky. Steve’s wonders if the officers are still watching. Wonders if he’d still kiss him even if they weren’t. He casts a glance over his shoulder and is met with a empty window, the officers retreating down the hall.

He turns back to Eddie with an incredulous expression. “What? Getting you off murder charges not good enough for you?”

Eddie’s face shutters for a moment, as though every emotion to do with Steve’s sacrifice floods him at once. There’s a burst of gratitude when he doesn’t mention it — doesn’t mention everything Steve might be giving up for Eddie, everything that might crumble should the details of the case become public.

He chooses the joke again. Eddie always does.

“Yes, but remember, we’re madly in love,” Eddie sings, brows wiggling about on his face and making Steve snort. “So feel free to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

Steve snorts. “Duly noted, Munson.”

Eddie throws his head back softly against his pillow and pretends to wail in pain. “Munson? That’s all I am to you? That’s how you treat your boyfriend?”

Steve can’t help but grin a little at the theatrics and finds himself thinking that of all the people to be stuck pretending he’s dating, at least with Eddie, it’ll be enjoyable. Well, at least interesting. It will certainly be an experience.

“You have no idea how I treat my boyfriends, baby.” Steve says, voice low, just to see if he can get Eddie’s heart monitor to jump again. It does, a steady beeping as the BPM climbs up a few numbers.

Steve can feel the blush on Eddie’s cheeks, he’s so close, and it’s so nice to see colour on his face — such a stark comparison to the paleness of- well, of older memories.

Steve grins. Despite every nerve that feels singed beneath his skin, overworked from all his anxiety — despite considering every potential backlash that faces both them outside this room, outside the hospital, Steve searches within himself.

He can’t find one single ounce of regret.

next part.

#gay ppl in my phone…. take this humble offering to tide u over between fics #everything has become long #i cannot help it #every idea is like 5k+ words #this is me trying to combat it #ruby writes steddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #pre steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #uhhhh that’s all folks #this is indeed the trope of steve telling the police they were fucking for their alibi lmao #10 points if u can guess which line is from the hunger games!#that’s what inspired this

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