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mppmaraudergirl · 7 months

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Hi Lauren! An anon recommended I drop “September Sprinkles” in people's inboxes sooooo here is yours. Obviously I could not say no to such a good and smutty idea 😂 The way you knocked out that drunken fic ASAP makes me hopeful you'll have something for this soon 🤩

The thought of fucking you is the only thing keeping me sane right now

a wild TRN inspired Smut scene appears?! (thanks for the prompt athena <3)

He didn't know what he was thinking.

He had actively avoided these situations in the past; he had set himself up perfectly as the type who never took meetings. They were, undeniably, the worst waste of time that the modern working era had created. The advent of email should have eradicated over ninety percent of meetings, in his unbiased opinion.

So why was it that he was now finding himself on the phone more than ever? Why was his calendar filled to the brim with Teams meeting invites? He was an utter fool for letting himself slip back into this working meeting lifestyle—but deep down he knew the reason behind it. And he was powerless to stop it. (Nor did he want to.)

Still...

He couldn't stop himself when boredom took hold over him; he was only human after all, and his phone was so readily available on his desk. A simple, playful text to his girlfriend surely would not be the worst thing in the world. Would it?

James: the thought of fucking you is the only thing keeping me sane right now

He sent it without a second thought, trying to concentrate on whatever Horace Slughorn was saying at the moment. It wasn't something he would have sent to Lily if she had been stuck in this meeting with him and he clung to this truth as a justifiable excuse for why he'd sent her the text. A few minutes later, he was slightly startled when his phone vibrated on his desk.

Lily: Really? The only thought? While you sit chatting with Slughorn?

James: I'm desperate, apparently. come over tonight?

Lily: I came over last night.

James: and?

Lily: You surely can't be that desperate.

James: counterargument: you are fit as fuck and I want you to sit on my face

The moment James sent the message, Horace's voice on the other end of his headset redirected the next question to him, and James exhaled audibly, grateful for his muted microphone, before he answered as though he were speaking to a five year old. (He'd already explained this same thing to Horace several times, each resulting in him bumping another year off of the intellect level of his explanation. James feared he'd be using very small words before this was all over.) In the course of James' explanation, he had to ignore the buzzing of his phone. The moment he finished and Horace satisfactorily moved on, James grabbed for the phone.

Lily: Lunch break at your place?

If we time it right, we could have a solid thirty minutes together. I need to be back by 1.

James threw a look at his watch—the only thing his brain had the mental capacity to do as blood shot southward toward his cock. It was nearly half eleven and time was at a premium now.

"Horace," he said briskly after turning his microphone back on, "I have to run to another meeting, but I will send a follow-up before day's end."

He'd hardly waited for a parting goodbye before he was tossing his headset onto his desk and grabbing his jacket. Lily would be lucky if they made it up the stairs to his room; at the rate they were going, he'd take her on the stairs and enjoy every minute of it.

Hell, he might do it anyway, and he suspected he'd get no complaints from her either. He never did.

#the reckless now #extra scene #🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️#idk what im doing here #trn spoilers #sorta!#this is sorta smut adjacent if anything

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ladykailitha · 11 months

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Here we go! The scene that started it all. The reason for the fic. Yes, the story is based on the song “Low Key in Love” by The Struts ft. Paris Jackson, but this was the scene that kept replying in my head until I wrote it. Also, you’ll need tissues. I cry every time I read this, sooo...

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Let it not be said that that Alexander Harrington, known to his friends as Xander, didn’t know how to throw a party. When The Kings got signed his son’s senior year of high school, he threw the biggest bash the town had ever seen.

He had to invite everyone, of course. Though if he had had his way only the best people would have been able to come. But as he looked around his home satisfied, he figured it was a good thing to let the lowly masses see for once how the other half lived. Let them seethe in their jealousy and envy.

Steve on the other hand was miserable. He hated it. He hated Tommy. He hated Billy. And fuck it, let’s throw hating Jonathan in there as a treat. Because seriously what. The. Honest. Fuck? Where had he been hiding all that talent? Under a fucking rock? It wasn’t fair. Jonathan was naturally talented where Steve had to work so hard to get the moves right. Something Billy was always sure to mock.

He was sitting in his living room watching everyone have fun without him. People had long since stopped congratulating him on his record deal hours ago. Steve vaguely wondered where his father was. Probably smoozing with Tommy’s dad. Steve scoffed. He knew Alexander Harrington wouldn’t be deigning to talk to Joyce Byers or Neil Hargrove. One was working poor, the other was straight up trailer trash.

He could see Joyce talking to Jonathan in the corner of the room, rubbing his back and muttering comforting promises. Steve didn’t even think his mother had even stayed past greeting the parents of her son’s band before fucking off to get drunk off her ass in some fancy hotel bar. Portia Harrington did not mingle.

Steve got up and wandered in the direction of his room. Well, he tried to wander, but it was more like a beeline because no one even questioned his path or stopped him to say hello. In his own fucking house. Yeah. He was done.

He opened the door to his room and was shocked to see someone was already in it. The other boy had long brown, curly hair and deep soulful eyes. Steve gulped. He had never thought about how attractive boys could be until that moment.

Maybe there had been some fleeting crushes and even more fleeting glances at boys in the shower room or hot actors. But until this moment with this boy, Steve never really thought too deeply about it. He sure the hell was now, though.

“Hey!” the other boy said, whirling around to face him. “If it isn’t the man of the hour!”

Steve could smell the alcohol from here, but he wasn’t sure if it was that the boy had been drinking or if it was coming from the shirt the boy held in one of his hands. But now that he could see the boy’s face he knew exactly who it was.

“Munson, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Steve spit out before his brain could catch up to his mouth.

Eddie blushed. His cheeks were already rosy with the alcohol but they burned red in embarrassment. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

Steve raised his eyebrow.

“Some asshole spilled drink on my favorite Dio shirt and I was trying to find a way to clean it,” Eddie said with a winsome grin, he held up the shirt to show him. Then he tried to take a step closer but tripped stumbling straight into Steve’s arms. “Did anyone tell you you have really pretty eyes?”

It was Steve’s turn to blush as he held Eddie up. “No. If anyone compliments me, it’s usually the hair.” He paused and cocked his head thoughtfully. “Or the ass.”

Eddie hummed appreciatively. “Both are pretty amazing,” he agreed, standing up enough to put one hand in Steve’s hair and the other on his ass.

Steve’s stomach swooped.

“You like that, pretty boy?” Eddie asked, pulling Steve closer.

He nodded and Eddie leaned forward to kiss him. Steve had been kissed and had kissed several girls up to this point, but this? This was on a whole other continent. It felt good.

Steve’s hands immediately went for Eddie’s hair, having been wanting to know what it felt like for years. And it was softer and silkier than he could have imagined.

Eddie broke off their kiss and Steve whined his loss. “Who knew Stevie boy liked the boys.”

Steve pressed forward and recaptured Eddie’s lips. Their hands immediately went for each other’s clothes, grasping and tugging as they tried to get at skin. They tumbled toward the bed as they scrambled to get Steve’s shirt and their pants off.

They land on the bed with a thump and a giggle. Steve’s shirt had gone and Eddie’s pants were unbuttoned.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Steve breathed, straddling over Eddie’s hips.

Eddie grinned, reaching up for him. “Then come get me, big boy.”

Steve leaned down to kiss him again, just then the door slammed opened and Steve’s dad stood at the door. There was no mistaking Eddie for attacking Steve, not with Steve on top. It was very clear that both boys were very into what was happening too.

Mr Harrington pulled Steve off of Eddie throwing him to the ground. He wasn’t a beefy guy, but Xander Harrington boxed to keep in shape. Tossing a surprised Steve took very little effort on his part. He grabbed Eddie and hauled the drunk young man out the back door. He tossed him onto the cold hard pavement around the swimming pool.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” Mr Harrington sneered. “And if I see you back here before we leave for LA, just know I’ve got a shotgun and the best lawyers in the state.”

Steve who had been following close behind, rushed to Eddie’s side. He looked around for help, but of the few people milling about by the pool, none of them were paying this little drama any mind.

“And no son of mine will be a queer, do you understand?” Mr Harrington roared.

Steve tried to help Eddie to his feet, but Eddie kept shrugging him off.

“Eddie!” Steve murmured. “Just...please!”

Eddie looked over at Steve as if seeing him for the first time. He could tell that Steve hadn’t planned any of this. That Steve was just as distressed as he was about Xander Harrington’s rage. He let Steve help him to his feet and whispered. “Run away with me. Come find me tomorrow at the park behind the community pool.”

Steve nodded, a small, barely there movement. But it was enough. Eddie staggered away from the party, head pounding louder than his heart.

Steve showed up at the park picnic table, backpack slung over his shoulder, Eddie’s shirt in his hand. He managed to get it cleaned and dried so he could return it.

Eddie was already there nursing a hangover of epic proportions. He had dark circles under his eyes like bruises and red, puffy eyes. He whirled around to see Steve standing awkwardly at the edge of the trees.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Eddie snarled from the pain in his head.

Steve hesitated a bit before lurching forward with the shirt. “Um...you left this at my place last night. You said it was your favorite so I wanted to get it back to you.”

“So that’s where it went,” Eddie said, taking it from Steve gingerly, unsure were this bout of kindness was coming from.

“You don’t remember leaving it last night?” Steve asked, his voice cracking.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie sneered. “I drank so much last night I couldn’t even remember my own name this morning.”

Steve lips quiver. “You don’t remember any of it?”

Eddie snapped his fingers. “Wait I do remember being thrown out for kissing a guy. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?”

Steve gulped taking a step back. “No! Of course not.”

Eddie eyed him warily. He could tell Steve was lying. But it was a strange kind of reaction. Like Steve was just as terrified of him, as Eddie was of Steve. That couldn’t be right.

“Whatever, man,” Eddie sneered. “Just go.”

Steve took a step toward him and Eddie leveled him with a glare. Steve stopped in his tracks, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You really don’t remember any of it?” he whispered.

“Not a god damned thing,” Eddie bit out. He was starting to worry that he had seen something he shouldn’t have or done something he shouldn’t have. Because Steve was really starting to freak out.

There was a snap of a twig beyond the tree line and Steve startled like a wounded animal. He turned around and ran the opposite direction of the noise and Eddie tilted his head.

What on earth had that been about?

Jeff came out of the trees with McDonald’s and hot coffee. “Best hangover cure there ever was.”

Eddie nodded and took his food from his friend. Jeff spotted the shirt next to him.

“Oh hey, man, you found it!” he said excitedly.

Eddie just nodded and munched quietly on his food. And as he ate, his head felt better but there was a great big black void where his memories of last night were concerned.

Over the next couple of days he kept expecting Harrington to come back, but the boy remained absent. He didn’t even know why he was waiting. Or what he was waiting for. But he felt it like a hole in his chest.

The next time he saw Steve Harrington in person was when he was introducing himself to the band at the sound check ten years later at the Love Loud concert as if they were total strangers. Just further proof the Munson Doctrine is never wrong.

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sorakazeno · 1 month

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Sailor Moon Rare Pair Week Day 5

Prompt 5 “Birth/Death”

"Saying Goodbye"

Today’s prompt features the Sailor Moon Cosmos Movie. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THE SAILOR MOON COSMOS MOVIE. You have been warned. For those that watched the movie and asked why don’t we see the Starlights again after their crystals were taken? Here is my take on what happened after they died.

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daily-clace · 2 years

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"I've noticed," Jace said conversationally as Alec got out of his seat, carefully keeping Max in his arms, "that Max is able to cast a powerful warlock spell that causes the brain of everyone in a six-foot radius to turn into pudding. He's really very talented."

Clary scoffed. “It's not magic. It is only that he is the greatest baby of all time." At Jace's look, she patted his arm. "Except you, of course, honey."

"I'm not jealous of the baby," Jace protested.

Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White extra scene

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cjfritos · 1 year

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The extra scene from The Mortal Instruments: The Graphic Novel Vol. 6. Bat bragging to Maia about getting the best Shadowhunter partner in City of Glass.

While this was so funny, it was so heartwarming to see someone praise Helen as being better than all others because of her faerie blood rather than discredit her for it like everyone else does. ❤️ also heline 🥰

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #cassandra clare #cassandra jean #tmi #the mortal instruments the graphic novel #the mortal instruments #tmi graphic novel vol 6 #the mortal instruments the graphic novel volume 6 #tmi gn 6 #extra scene #bat velasquez #maia roberts #helen blackthorn #aline penhallow #heline #baia #city of glass #cog

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 26 days

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The Thing You're Dealing

The Waves are Rising and Rising Extra Scene #1

Good news for anyone here interested in getting back into this universe: @little-smartass and I are making good progress on the extras and we're ready to start posting what we've finished 🥰 This one is a very important pre-fic conversation, enjoy!

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The climate in Lanling is relatively mild this time of year, which is a single small mercy for Wen Qing’s situation - her situation being, ultimately, destitution and homelessness.

Her uncle had called for her to treat him in the final weeks of the war, so she had left her brother and family behind in (what she’d believed to be) the relative safety of their small village and ventured into Nightless City, settled in the caldera of a dormant volcano; the heat and heart of Qishan. She’d managed to slip away from the Palace when the Sunshot forces had arrived, suspecting - correctly, as it turned out - that the tide was going to turn in the favour of people who would not be particularly sympathetic to what she had been forced to do to survive.

She’d returned to her village and found it razed to the ground, Wen Ning and the rest of her family gone. The one tiny glimmer of hope that had stopped her from dropping to her knees and sobbing was that she’d found signs of a struggle, but no bodies. They must have either escaped (unlikely, Wen Ning was the only combat-capable person among them) or been taken prisoner.

Thinking about the situation in terms of cold facts made it easier to push down the terror; with the Jiang forces decimated in the attack on Lotus Pier, the Nie warriors having been greatly reduced in the attack on their stronghold, and Cloud Recesses having been burnt down, it would make sense for prisoners to be kept by the far more stable Jin clan.

And so Wen Qing had immediately turned all her focus on travelling to Lanling. On her way she’d sold her golden hairpiece to a merchant who’d been willing to turn a blind eye to her red Wen robes, trading it for food and a nondescript brown cloak and directions. She’d made it to Lanling and found it a sprawling city, loud and bustling and unfriendly to outsiders with no coin. She’d sold and traded what she could for room and board - spending each night listening intently to rumours and gossip and praying desperately to hear word of her family - and when that had run out, she’d been forced to huddle in alleyways like a stray dog, searching for shelter and whatever scraps she could find.

It was hard not to let herself drown in despair. Travelling to Lanling had been a fool’s errand, but what else could she possibly do? She could not give up on her family, her honour and pride and soul would not allow her.

But… what could she possibly do now?

It is during her third week of sleeping on the streets that the man in the cloak approaches her. She is suspicious at first (a drunken man had approached her on her second night, leering and leaning a little too close, admiring her large eyes and heart-shaped face, and after she had scared him off, she’d begun wearing her hood up at all times to avoid that kind of attention), but when he crouches and she’s able to see his features beneath his hood, she’s shocked to realise she recognises him.

Last time the two had met, they’d both been trapped inside the dome of Wei Wuxian’s protective ward, and the boy had wailed and clutched at Jiang Wanyin’s sleeve as the fierce corpses had closed in on them. Before that, she’d seen him around Cloud Recesses, at the lectures, cheerful and talkative with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was Nie Huaisang, younger brother of the wrathful Chifeng-zun, and friend of the Jiangs.

“Wen-daifu,” he says quietly, offering her a smile that is probably meant to be reassuring. “May I speak with you?”

Despite everything, the use of daifu to address her warms her to him; the time she has spent destitute and alone has been a miserable blow to the remains of her pride. Still, she does not trust him. He is a Nie. All Nies hate Wens. What could the sect heir possibly have to say to her? Her throat is sore and aching and her voice would likely fail her, so she settles instead for shooting him her best glare.

He flinches (she has had many years of experience in intimidating little brothers) but rallies. “I mean you no harm, I promise - I am interested in your professional medical opinion, that’s all. And I’ll pay you well for it!”

She is… intrigued. How can she not be? Even if she weren’t, the money would be a good incentive.

“If you come with me to the inn on the next street, we can share a meal whilst I ask my questions. I’ll even pay you upfront if you want. How does that sound?”

Wen Qing licks her dry, cracked lips. It sounds good. Her stomach gurgles on cue, and Nie Huaisang’s awkward smile turns into a grin. Wen Qing lifts her chin with a scowl at his amusement, but does eventually climb to her feet and follow him around the corner to the inn. Nie Huaisang pays for a small private side room for them to dine in, and when they enter, carefully presses a privacy talisman to the back of the door.

Nie Huaisang attempts to make smalltalk, but Wen Qing sits in stony silence until the pot of tea arrives. She does her best not to glug it down with the true desperation she feels, though it is only after three cups that she can bring herself to pause and take a breath.

She is warm. She has quenched her thirst. There is a comfortable cushion beneath her and the promise of food on its way - and more importantly, a purse of money sitting beside her on the table that will help her continue her desperate search for her family.

For the first time in quite a long while, she lets herself relax a little. She places her cup down and levels her gaze evenly at Nie Huaisang across the table. “Ask your questions, Nie-gongzi.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes flicker towards the privacy talisman on the door, before flicking back to her. “I am asking these questions in strict secrecy.”

Wen Qing snorts, raising an eyebrow, “I am not exactly active in jianghu society nowadays. I do not have anyone to tell your secrets.”

“I need you to help my brother,” Nie Huaisang admits. “Since the war, things have gotten… considerably worse.”

“Gongzi,” Wen Qing says, unable to hold back her incredulity, “your brother hates my family. He is famous for it. What makes you think he will be interested in my help? Does Qinghe not have its own doctors?”

Nie Huaisang leans in, eyes suddenly burning with a serious conviction she has never seen on his face before. “He will take your help because none of our doctors have been able to do anything for him. You are his last resort. He will take your help or he will die.”

Wen Qing sighs, biting the inside of her cheek and rubbing at her forehead wearily. “I assumed that he would consider death preferable than being treated by a Wen,” she mutters.

“Perhaps,” Nie Huaisang says fiercely, “but I do not. I will not let him succumb to qi deviation without at least looking for a solution.”

Gods above. Save us from the ridiculous stubborn loyalty of baby brothers, Wen Qing thinks, barely refraining from rolling her eyes. She sighs again instead. “Gongzi, I am flattered you have such faith in my medical abilities, but if every Nie doctor in the history of your sect has been unable to find a solution to your… family illness, what makes you think that I will be able to?”

Nie Huaisang avoids her eyes for a few moments in a way that immediately raises Wen Qing’s suspicion.

“You and I have a mutual friend,” he says guardedly, “who told me that you have a fair amount of practical experience with golden cores.”

A cold bolt of horror shoots through Wen Qing. She stares at him, desperately trying to keep her expression neutral. “What did Wei Wuxian tell you?”

Surely that fool wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell his friend about the golden core transfer. No - surely he wouldn’t - surely he wouldn’t put Jiang Wanyin’s reputation at such risk, surely he wouldn’t put her in such danger- when they’d parted Wei Wuxian had given every indication that he wanted to take the whole event to his grave -

“I went to visit him a few weeks ago, and when I mentioned that my brother was… struggling, he brought up that your treatment of Wen Ruohan - and his unstable qi from cultivating with the Yin Iron - had given you a greater insight into golden cores than any other doctor. And that when the Core Melting Hand crushed Jiang-xiong's core, you helped stabilise him until Baoshan Sanren could fix it.”

Thank the gods, Wei Wuxian had the good sense to lie; though even the lie is an incredibly dangerous thing to be spreading around if anyone thinks to question it any further. Wen Qing is fairly certain it is not the kind of information he would give up ordinarily.

“Did you get him drunk?” She demands.

“He is drunk more often than not nowadays,” Nie Huaisang says sadly, twisting his fan around in his hands. “Was, uh, was he not supposed to tell me about that?”

Wen Qing exhales slowly through her nose, pushing down the irritation, but also pushing down the deep ache of sadness at what Wei Wuxian has become post-war. He chose to give Jiang Wanyin his core, and he chose to pursue demonic cultivation, but… what a waste of a genuinely kind, brilliant man. She sincerely hopes he will find a way to recover.

“The treatment was strictly confidential,” she says through her teeth. “But, gongzi, what I did for them was completely different to your brother’s condition. I cannot honestly give you any good advice on the kind of treatment he would need, I’m sorry.”

“Then come with me to Qinghe!” Nie Huaisang blurts, leaning back over the table again, “If you examine him and help us figure out a course of action, I will make sure you get paid, and find you somewhere to live! Lots of villages would love to have a competent doctor and wouldn’t be picky about her family name.”

An idea stirs in her mind. She rejects it instinctively - she cannot truly trust Nie Huaisang, and even if she could, there’s an even slimmer chance that she can trust Nie Mingjue. What if she goes all the way north to Qinghe, cannot help Nie Mingjue, and is just executed for her family name, there and then?

Are you really achieving anything more than that just living destitute on the Lanling streets? Is it not worth the risk? There is nothing more you can do here on your own.

“I don’t care about money,” she says, eventually. “I just want my family.”

“Then you can bring them with you.”

She clenches her fists under the table, “I cannot. They were taken prisoner by the Sunshot forces.”

Nie Huaisang hums thoughtfully, twirling his fan in his hand then tapping it against his chin, “Hmm, that does make things a little more complicated. Do you know where they are?”

Abruptly, every terrible thing from the last month bubbles up from inside her and spills out in pure anguish. She digs her nails into the side of the table and cries, though the lump in her throat, “No! No I do not! I found our village razed to the ground and all of them gone! All I know-“ she hiccups, trying to force back her tears, “all I know is that my brother is gone!”

Nie Huaisang stares at her, eyes wide. They sit in mortifying silence for several moments, and when Nie Huaisang speaks again, his tone is completely changed, “That can be our deal, then.”

“What are you talking about?” She hisses, out of patience.

“A brother for a brother,” he fixes her with a shrewd, sharp stare. “If you save my brother, I will find your brother.”

He has so abruptly shifted his approach that Wen Qing finds herself feeling a fool for ever believing the cheerful, eager, slightly ridiculous little fop act was real.

…Although, Meng Yao was this boy’s keeper at the Nie sect, was he not? Meng Yao who had been every inch the conscientious, loyal, devoted second-in-command to Wen Ruohan - right up until the moment he killed him in cold blood.

Wen Qing runs her tongue over her lips, “What if I cannot save your brother?”

Unspoken are the words: what will happen to my brother?

Nie Huaisang tilts his head with an irreverent shrug. “I will be taking a risk bringing a wanted woman to Bujing Shi. You will be taking a risk as to whether your medical skills are up to the task.”

Before Wen Qing has a chance to bristle at the implied insult, Nie Huaisang is continuing, “If you don’t think you can do it and you don't want to take the risk, that’s alright. Just say, and I’ll pay for our meal and leave you here.”

As if on cue, a knock sounds at the door, and the servants arrive to deliver the food. Her mouth waters at the smell, but she forces herself to concentrate on the offer.

Is it worth the risk? But, really, what kind of risk is it, in the end? She has no resources here in Lanling, realistically she’s not going to get anywhere without the help of someone in one of the Great Sects - she’s not going to do better alone, is she? So her choices are certain failure (barring some kind of miracle) and… marginally less likely failure. And it really is only marginally; if generations of Nie doctors have been unable to find a solution to the inevitable conclusion of saber cultivation, what hope does she have?

No one had ever done a successful non-fatal golden core transplant before you tried, though, had they? What’s the bet that those generations of Nie doctors were all just hidebound, tradition-fixated cowards, and the real answer has been lying right under their noses this whole time?

Wen Qing looks at the steaming bowls of food sat on the table, licking her lips unconsciously. Maybe it’s arrogance, but given she has literally nothing else left now to try and save her family with besides her medical genius, she thinks that perhaps a little arrogance might be warranted.

Across the table, Nie Huaisang fills his bowl with slices of pork, seemingly unconcerned with what her decision may be, though the way his free hand fidgets with his fan in his lap belies his calm.

“I’ll do it,” Wen Qing says. “You save my brother, Nie-gongzi, and I’ll save yours.”

#the untamed fanfic #Wen Qing #Nie Huaisang #The Waves are Rising and Rising #Extra Scene

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synicalluvzz · 11 months

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wooly extras

#amanda the adventurer #gaming #extra scene #horror games

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alesyira · 1 year

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Hitoshi: I don't know what I'm doing. Izuku: Please do more of that. Hitoshi: I know exactly what I'm doing.

the cute guy next door

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha fanfiction #shindeku #shinzuku #shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku #the cute guy next door #podfic #extra scene

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lasciviess · 10 months

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I’ve started up a new extra scene for snapdragons that has been requested several times over, and I’m actually enjoying writing for the first time in a long while! I just posted a first look on patreon, so if you want something a little silly and soft where the boys are also actively dating at long last, take a peek :)

#mine #dnf #snapdragons #excerpts #extra scene

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mtreebeardiles · 2 years

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Confirmed Competencies

Based on a discord convo with @tiny-banana-time and @urdnotflexthejedibard -- :P

Also over on AO3!

Still not sure how the scene is going to go down in the actual fic, but it wouldn't leave me be until I wrote it haha. Hope ya'll enjoy!

"You doing okay there, Vega?"

Question directed James's way and Kaidan caught Evvy looking up in time to see the lieutenant wince a little. Shoulders carefully shrugged and the Major wasn't sure what would be causing the other man's discomfort. So far as he'd been able to tell, James was pretty meticulous in taking care of himself before and after a firefight.

"Told you that was gonna sting for a few days," Everett remarked, earning a cocked eyebrow from Kaidan. "Tattoo," he added, and the Major hummed his understanding.

"Worth it," James replied, clearing off the poker table from the game he'd finished with the engineers. Based on how Donnelly had been grumbling and Daniels's laughter when they'd left Kaidan had a pretty good idea things had gone in James's favor.

"What'd you get?" he asked, a genuinely curious. On the fence about getting some ink himself, Kaidan had been spending more and more time studying Everett's tattoos and had even worked up the courage to ask Jack about a few of hers last time they'd docked at the Citadel.

James hesitated, and Kaidan caught the glance shared between lieutenant and commander.

So whatever it is, Evvy already knows, he guessed.

Everett's expression shifted to something almost apologetic, his partner shifting to sit up. He seemed about to say something when James shook his head.

"It's alright, Sunshine," James said, waving him away. "I figure the Major's in good graces with you, he's probably not the overly chatty type."

Both of Kaidan's eyebrows went up at that, glancing from one man to the other.

"Is it a secret?"

"Not exactly."

"…is it in a weird place?"

"What -- no! It's…" James sighed, tugging his shirt loose and pulling it off before turning around. Kaidan blinked at the black ink on the other man's dark skin, a piece spanning the upper portion of his back, the familiar "N7" logo accented by the same sort of style in which the rest of his tattoos were done.

"…Uh."

"He got the Villa invite," Everett elaborated.

"Oh. Well, shit, congratulations, James!"

"Gracias." Vega pulled his shirt back on, seeming a touch flustered. "But yeah, with the galaxy on fire I just… didn't want to go spreading it around, you know? In case it…"

He trailed off, and the other two men said nothing, the silence of maybes and might be's weighing heavy amongst them a moment.

"But I wanted to do something to -- to show I accepted. A reminder, I guess, to a commitment I intend to keep."

"That makes sense," Kaidan agreed. "It's a rigorous program."

James snorted, plopping into the chair opposite the couch where the other two were settled -- and wincing again when he leaned back too far and brushed against the tattoo. "Tell me about it. Exact details aren't exactly public knowledge, but you hear shit…"

"I think you've got what it takes," Evvy assured him, and last of the tension in James's shoulders eased.

"Thanks, Sunshine. That means a lot."

"Anything in particular about it got you nervous?"

James shrugged. "Some of it sounded like it'd be in my wheelhouse, but other things… I don't know. Guess I won't til I come up against it, huh? I've already led squads, I've already gotten some zero-g experience, but frontline trauma? Combat diving? Honestly trying not to think about it too hard or get too ahead of myself."

Kaidan hummed his agreement. "The diving was definitely my least favorite for N3. Really liked learning frontline trauma though, kinda like a very advanced course on what I already knew."

"Yeah, I wasn't wild about… about… wait. What?"

Everett and James were both staring at Kaidan, who blinked back at them.

"What, what?"

"What do you mean it was your least favorite part of N3?"

"When I got my N3 qualifications?"

"You…" Everett was staring at him, opening and closing his mouth to no avail, questions apparently caught in his throat.

"You an N, Major?" James asked, forming the question that seemed to be getting tied on Evvy's tongue.

"An N3," Kaidan replied. He shrugged. "I started N4 courses but that was around when I pointed out that the program really doesn't do much to enhance training opportunities for biotics."

"…did they kick you for that?"

"What? No, of course not," Kaidan said, frowning. "That's how I wound up with Biotics Division -- it was meant to be a pilot program for N-school tailored to biotics."

"…how did I not know this?" Everett was still staring at his partner, mouth agape.

Kaidan felt his cheeks flush. "I… guess I forgot to mention it? It didn't seem like a big deal, with everything else going on--"

"--not a big deal? Kaidan! You're an N3! You're piloting a biotics version of N-school. All of that is a huge, huge deal!" Everett almost looked hurt, and a curl of guilt snaked its way into Kaidan's gut. "It --"

"Lieutenant Vega, you requested we inform you when your weapons shipment was delivered; it's waiting for you in the shuttle bay."

"Thanks, EDI," James said. He flashed Kaidan an appraising look, as if really seeing the Major for the first time, and gave the other man a nod before getting to his feet. Gave them both a sharp salute and left once dismissed, leaving the two men alone in the lounge.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Everett asked once he was gone, turning to face Kaidan more fully. "That's -- that's such incredible news, Kay! Holy shit."

Kaidan rubbed at the back of his neck and offered a shrug. "Like I said it…there just didn't seem to be a time, really, to mention it organically? What with the…what with what was going on, and then the Reapers invading, and then…"

"You mean the trial, and then Mars," Everett murmured, voice soft. He bit at his lower lip, gaze dropping a moment before he scooted closer and took both of Kaidan's hands into his.

"I'm sorry," he said, and before Kaidan could protest Evvy gave his hands a squeeze, offering a small smile. "I'm not trying to give you a hard time, Kay. Just… maybe, if you feel like it, we can celebrate a little? Find some time for dinner, maybe even a movie? I'm sure our very clever crew can handle themselves for a few hours."

"You don't have to do all that for me, Evvy…"

He trailed off as Everett leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I want to," he murmured. "You're worth celebrating, Kaidan. I'm so…so fucking proud of you, you know?"

Kaidan found himself smiling back, his cheeks still warm.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Everett lifted one of Kaidan's hands to his lips, and Kaidan shivered at the feather-light kiss pressed to his wrist. "I got a thing for amazing, talented, crazy competent brown-eyed biotics with voices like whiskey who call me a nerd on the regular, y'know?"

Kaidan snorted, some of his shyness easing, and he shook his head. Cocked an eyebrow instead, dropping his voice's pitch the way he knew drove Evvy nuts, and asked, "That do something for you, Commander? That competency?"

His smile widened to see Everett's cheeks go pink this time, rendering his partner dumbstruck for the second time that evening.

"…okay, yeah, you uh. You're gonna need to take me upstairs now."

Kaidan chuckled, capturing a pair of very eager lips against his own.

"Aye-aye."

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Ser Stephan Of Harring’s Town Extra

This is set after Steve gives Eddie his guitar to look after.

This is also the last thing I have fully completed. But I’ll leave a link to my masterlist that has all my WIPs.

We can do this any of a couple different ways. I can start uploading all of what I have in a mad rush and then just post new parts when they come. I can focus on one in particular (list the one you want in the replies) and then post new parts when they come. Or finish it and post all the parts at once and then move on to the next one, finish it, post all parts, repeat ad nauseum. (Does that make sense??)

Eddie walked through the door of his trailer, guitar case in hand. He stopped when he saw his uncle on the sofa, beer in hand.

“Uh...” Eddie murmured, looking around sheepishly, “hi?”

“Watcha got there?” Wayne asked, jutting his jaw at the case in his hand.

“A guitar?” Eddie replied stupidly. He was usually better at thinking on the fly then this, but his brain had gone completely blank.

“Yeah?” Wayne said. “Let’s see then.”

Eddie moved to sit next to his uncle on the sofa. He flipped the clasps and opened the case.

Wayne let out a low whistle. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so pretty. Where did you get her?”

“I’m holding it for a friend,” Eddie murmured. “His dad’s a piece of work and doesn’t know my friend plays.”

“So he’s concerned it’ll get broke if it stays with him?” He held out his hands for the guitar. “May I?”

Eddie paused for a moment and handed it to him. Wayne strummed a couple of strings and looked down impressed at the sound quality. “Shit, son. She sounds as pretty as she looks.”

Eddie blushed.

“Not as pretty as her owner?” Wayne teased and Eddie blushed a darker shade of red.

“It’s not like that,” Eddie mumbled.

“But you’d like it to be, am I right?” Wayne started strumming properly and placed his fingers on the strings moving to play Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash.

“Yeah,” Eddie admitted softly. “There is just so many different facets to him that it’s like holding a crystal to the light.”

“Uh-oh,” Wayne said, pausing mid-strum. “If you’re already waxing poetic, you’re done for, head over heels.”

Eddie ducked his head, his face not being able to get any redder than it already was.

“Sometimes I feel we’re on the edge of something greater,” he said softly. “I’m just waiting to see who takes the first step.”

Wayne put the guitar down next to him. “Who says it can’t be you?”

“I guess I’m too used to being someone’s dirty little secret that I worry I’ll end up another one.”

Wayne pursed his lips. “I could see why that might be a concern especially with this boy’s daddy being a piece shit that would destroy this beautiful instrument instead of letting his boy be happy.”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah. I mean I wasn’t expecting miracles in a town that tried to straight up lynch me, but it would be nice if we were known to someone outside of ourselves.”

“So tell me,” Wayne said. “Even if it’s just one person. It wouldn’t be just the two of you. You could come here and be safe.”

Eddie nodded. “If we do get together, you’ll be first person I tell.”

“Good,” Wayne said, picking the guitar back up. “Let’s find a safe place for her, shall we?”

Eddie stood up and stretched. “I think we should name her.”

Wayne laughed. “Shouldn’t it be his job to name her?”

“Nah! If she hasn’t been named yet,” Eddie said with a grin, “then he’s lost all privileges.”

Wayne shook his head. “All right, then. Go on.”

Eddie tapped his lips with his finger. “Sweet Cherry!”

Wayne’s grin split his face. “Sweet Cherry it is.”

They decided to keep her under Wayne’s bed with the permission to take her out whenever Steve wanted to play her.

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