#Fanfic teaser

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

readerbot fic chap4 sneapea

yeah thats it thats the chapter

bonus

[starslovechasers]

canon compliant au where when sirius is stuck on house arrest in grimmauld place he uncovers regulus’ letters and tries to find out what happened to him aka who lives who dies who tells your story au aka sirius finds out about his dead best friend and dead brothers love affair 15 years later??

edit: bc no ones seeing my reblog! 😭😭disclaimer! this is my work in progress, hoping to have the first chapter up this weekend so id appreciate if ppl dont steal this/but whatever do whatever you want just at least credit me 😭

[entitled-fangirl]

I need a cheeky tease on the Cregan give you are writing 😩😩

Just for you <3

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She had to practically beg him.

"No. No, and you need to drop it," he said as he began to lace up his boots.

She whined and pulled herself from the bed, her hair a mess and still only in her shift, "Cregan."

Cregan let out a soft growl, "You dragons just don't see reason, do you?"

She smiled and neared him. Her hands rested over his, keeping him from lacing his boots. "I want time with my brother again. Is that so terrible?"

"It's a two week trip to the Wall."

"That's at least a month with him." She gripped his hands tighter, "Please, Cregan."

He sighed, "The prince will have plenty of time with you before and after. I won't have my wife and unborn child far from the maesters." He laughed forcedly, "Or near the men of the Wall for another matter."

"There are maesters there, Cregan. And we all know I am safest with you."

He stared at their connected hands for a while, a million thoughts ringing loudly in his head, but all unvoiced. 

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[pampushky]

Mon Petit Doudou Teaser

Charles Leclerc/Reader (Teaser)

Apologies for going silent, I promise I'm writing my other works, I just have a full time job that's about 50 hours a week lmao

masterlist | actual fic

anyway enjoy, full fic will becoming monday

He was too beautiful to be doing something like this for a living. With those bewitching hazel eyes. The effortlessly styled hair. His athletic build. The sweet slur of his accent as he lowered his voice to a sultry level when he talked to you.

But weren’t you as well? Wasn’t that why you fought so hard for your anonymity? Why you had only ever allowed your mouth or lower to be seen in any stream or video, combined with the concealer that hid away any tattoos or marks from the prying eyes of those who watched you pleasure yourself on camera. Why you never wore your glasses to any professional shoot. Dressed so differently on and off screen.

So why did it feel so weird now? Two of you, the same profession between you as you discuss plans for your… collaboration. Charles smiles at you. Stubbly beard and white teeth, a bit of the foam from his coffee clinging to his mustache. Perfectly styled hair as though he’d just stepped out of a convertible. You know you look similar. The soft cardigan slipping of your shoulders. Exposing the delicate tattoos of rue on your upper arms, circling your biceps and dancing up to your shoulders.

Herb-of-grace. Purity. Innocence. How ironic for you, considering what your profession had turned into. From a part-time job to a serious career that often ended up having better benefits and more money. 

Charles leans forward, whispering something in French you don’t quite catch, making you frown as he cackles, leaning back. Other tables at the cafe look at the two of you, and you can see the adoration in their eyes. You look like the perfect couple. In a way, you are. A spoiled rotten sub and the protective, sweet dom.

“I think you should let them see the tattoos, no? I think they would like it,” Charles says, shit eating grin on his lips. “What does the rue flower represent again?” Because he damn well knows what it means, he just likes to tease you.

[deny-the-issue]

Interest check for a Halsin x fat!Reader one shot 👀

Like this post if you’re interested!

There will be smut of course but it’s also a fluffy love story about acceptance

[crappymixtape]

because of you • ( pt. vi teaser )

TEASER for part VI of because of you // one last lil taste of this cos my book deadline is up on the 9th and then after that? YOU AND STEVE ARE GONNA FUCK UP THE UPSIDE DOWN ( and then fuck each other ) – okay love you bye! // ENEMIES -> LOVERS, STEVE x READER

Steve started up again at your feet. Skipped over the bruises on your shins and the angry-looking scrape on your left knee and as he gently shifted you to reach your upper leg, the water running off your body turned bright red.

“Oh shit..." he breathed, a deep frown pulling at his features as his eyes frantically searched for the source, worry tugging at the pit of his stomach. Where was it coming from?

And then he finally saw it. The nasty gash on your thigh courtesy of a demobat that had dragged a claw down through your skin. “Christ,” he hissed under his breath, moving to let the water run over it, “We gotta clean this–”

“Fuck, Steve–” you choked out, the pain in your leg white hot as you pressed a hand heavy into his before he could use the washcloth. “It hurts,” you half-sobbed and he quickly blocked the shower with his back again.

“Shit–I’m sorry–dammit–” a string of curses fell from his lips as he leaned closer to get a better look.

The few seconds of water had done a good job of cleaning it up, but he could see now how deep it was. Probably needed stitches, just like his stomach would, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a minute.

It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll be okay.

Pulling in a deep breath he went to the place in his mind he knew all too well. The one where he closed out the sick feeling of worry blooming in his chest, the thoughts of 'what if' that didn't end nicely and hardened against it all so that he could do what he needed to keep you safe.

“Alright, princess,” he reached over his shoulder and turned off the tap, then looked back up at you, still on his knees. “I gotta get you out and dried off, okay? Get this fixed up,” he said, nodding at your leg, “Will you let me do that?”

A soft scowl pulled at your features and it almost made him smile – how pretty you were even when you were mad. Even like this.

“I don’t think you’re gonna give me a choice,” you tried to snark around the sob in your throat and that finally cracked a tiny grin on his face.

“I’m not,” he gently agreed and with that you let him lift you from the seat. Let his hands, warm and wide at your waist, guide you from the shower and wrap a towel around your tired body.

[byexbyez]

TEASER:

you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you. | james x mary (& maria) one-shot content warnings: 18+, dark themes, major character death, graphic depictions of violence

excerpt: If there was a time when the sound of James’s name from Mary’s lips did not feel like a burden, he does not remember it.

coming soon.

read here.

[arson-duck]

Your Hand Grenade Heart - Coming soon to an Ao3 tab near you!

“I like your mask,” I break the silence, desperate for comforting conversation. For a distraction from the haunting images still clouding my mind. “Where’d you get it?”

“I made it.” He answers quickly, like he was waiting for me to ask him something.

“You enjoy arts and crafts, Lieutenant?” I grin, sly and slow. I picture him stitching the mask together at a desk covered in craft paper and black thread, scissors and glitter glue. I nearly crack up at the image.

“If you consider killing an art, yes.” He seems to sense what I’m thinking, and lowers his voice to a growl.

Ok, Edgelord. 

“I do,” I take another sip of my tea, ponder pushing him. “but I doubt you enjoy it.”

“What makes you say that?” He sounds almost amused, and the switch in his tone gives me the courage to continue.

“Your eyes.” 

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[heavenlyraindrops]

sneak peek!

i decided to finally start writing part three of “obsessed”

[murrpa]

Possibly will be posted in the next couple days, loving what im cooking so far

(As non-native English speaker fics are the reason for my expanded vocabulary istg)

If you haven’t seen first chapter here ya go :D

[constitutionalweasleymonarchy]

New Romione fic coming Christmas Eve...

“Do you think you could be happy?” he heard himself ask. “With this?”

Paper Rings

Set between Christmas and New Year's Eve 1996, Ron and Hermione get a glimpse of what they can be together.

(It's the 13-Going-On-30-meets-The-Family-Man Sixth Year fic nobody asked for.)

Written for a Secret Santa exchange so I'll be able to post to AO3 as soon as the exchange is finished. I plan to post the first chapter on Christmas Eve (or maybe 12/23?), and post the rest regularly over the following week.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Can we have some crumbs for (it was, in reality, not fine.), pretty please? ❤️❤️

it's still in a rough work-in-progress, but i do have a bit that i thought was funny i can share?

snippet:

“So let me get this straight. I, as of,” you checked the time, “three minutes ago, just told you,” you gestured to Sun, who hunched his shoulders sheepishly, “specifically not to over exert yourself because your shoulders might not be ready yet and any damage would mean another month of no daycare. And, about thirty seconds after that, I told you,” you gave Moon a wary look. He had the intelligence to duck his head apologetically, “to behave reasonably at least until I got back from my, let me just remind you, three. Minute. Long. Absence. Is all of that correct?”

[sluttery-withoutshame]

I’m doing a very special fic right now and it’s gonna take a while so I’ll drop this on here and call it a teaser.

[kazisstillawake]

Little excerpt of something I’ve been working on, part of the reason I started this blog was to post extra content like this, so I may release some more! Idk if I’ll get it posted and if it will be a oneshot or a short fic, we’ll just have to see. Enjoy and Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

The first thing Harry noticed was his tired eyes when he stepped through the door. His hunter-green raincoat was wet from the summer rain, and the moment he pulled his hood down, those shadowed eyes roved over to the booth in the corner. The café had only one, and it was opposite the coffee bar, an almost pitiful hole carved into the stairs that led to the mezzanine above.

He drifted over to it, like it was the only appropriate place to sit. Pulled toward it even, by an invisible tether.

It was hard to get a good look at him when he kept his head down and his back turned, but he was handsome. Other people noticed too; some girls turned their heads in his direction as he passed them by. He didn’t look like a man, but he certainly wasn’t a boy either. He was at that awkward age where he was something else stuck between the two.

Harry had a queue of customers, but he kept his eye on him. It was odd for a customer to claim a table before ordering, but not unheard of. Harry would let him come in his own time, it looked like he had a rough day.

Yet, minutes passed by, and he didn’t approach the bar. He kept his head down, eyes fixed on his fingers, miles away. He hadn’t moved since removing his coat. The elderly woman, who had been humming and hawing over what coffee to get for a whole two minutes, finally made her decision. (A flat white, after all that.)

Finally, the queue ended, and Harry was left alone to wash some cups and clean the milk spillages around the frothing wand. Harry wiped down the bench and cleaned out the portafilters. Still, he was over there, staring at nothing by the time Harry was done.

Harry sighed through his nose. He had lost hope that he would ever buy anything without prompting. Unfortunately, it was café policy that everyone had to buy something to sit in. Harry didn’t want to do this. The café didn’t offer table service, but the flow of new arrivals had died down, so he would bend the rules just this once. He grabbed a notepad and pen from the back, both never used, and made his way over to the booth in the corner.

He didn’t look up when Harry neared. He didn’t even tilt his head in his direction. Harry was almost convinced he was approaching a sculpture in some modern art show. A critique of dating culture probably, of leaving someone immortalised and forgotten at the end table.

[t1meslayer]

I have good news and bad news.

The good news is: I’m finally getting around to finishing Tears of the Kingdom. It has truly been a long time coming, please don’t @ me for being so slow

The bad news is: Now I’m back to writing a piece for my ZeLink series instead of the dozen other things I could hit

Also, that means I’m writing instead of actually finishing the game.

[fantom-as]

teaser

Faux Fangs, Real Bite

Dramione

vampire, blood, smut, halloween party

summary: After Hermione’s boyfriend went missing and a frantic search began, she received a letter from said boyfriend, demanding for the search to be called off. Two weeks later, he shows up at their friends’ Halloween party, looking eerily different.

It had been two weeks since he went missing. A week of not knowing whether he was dead or alive, then another week of wondering that maybe something worse than death had crossed his path. Two weeks of having little to no idea of what happened that fateful night when Draco Malfoy set on one of his Auror missions, never to return to her again.

She kept replaying that last morning in their kitchen over and over again, until the details twsited and coiled. Draco had spent more than a month trying to talk to a vampire who lived in a secluded castle because the Ministry sent him there. A wand ended up in the vampire‘s possession, and it was Draco‘s job to figure it out. If it were anyone but her boyfriend, the vampire would‘ve been dealt with in no time; but Draco understood what it was like to be considered a monster undeserving of magic, as many claimed to this day that he and all the other former Death Eaters whould not be allowed to have wands. Draco wanted to take it easy with the vampire, he wanted to convince him that he didn‘t need a wand, that being a vampire was magical enough.

Until one day he had just disappeared.

And so, the search for Draco Malfoy began. But it was fruitless. A week later, Hermione received a letter with a single sentence:

Quit searching for me, I have found my path, and I am not coming back to you.

D. M.

TO BE CONTINUED