#fanfiction preview

[amywritesthings]

dating on airplane mode - the sequel to the modern levi story 'press four for more options' - will officially debut tomorrow (thursday, august 28) ✨

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here is a sneak peek at the very beginning of the chapter xo

a special shout out to @humanitys-strongest-brat for helping me out with this one and giving me the inspiration / drive to finish it so quickly.

[crimsonconstl]

“Hold tight”

[throwmethroughawindow]

Ace Begging preview (Ace x F!Reader)

“You’re doing so good for me baby,”

I murmured against the warm skin of Ace’s abs, swiping my tongue against his salty skin as another one of his moans filled the quiet room; one of his hands buried in my hair pushing my mouth closer to his body as the other was gripping the bedspread. Nipping at his sharp V-line, I couldn’t help but let my hands wander to cup his bulge as another shaky moan spilled from his plush lips as he pressed his hips up to chase after my hand. Licking along every dip and stopping to suck a hickey every couple of inches until I made it to the waistband of his boxers, letting my tongue slip underneath it as he tugged on my hair a little harder, another whimper falling from him.

“Please sweetness, please.” Ace’s deep voice always sent a wave of heat through me, but when he was begging? That could bring anyone to their knees to do anything and everything he asked of them. 

“Please what baby?” I moved my hand off of his bulge to tug the waistband down to lick another stripe as he arched his back. I continued to pull off his boxers, freeing his thick cock to slap against his stomach; the flushed red tip extremely shiny with all the precum that had been leaking from all of the kissing and licking I’ve been doing.

“God, you’re so beautiful baby. I can't wait to show you how much I missed you."

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

The Gental Giant Part II Preview

Suddenly you heard a loud banging noise coming from somewhere, jolting you out of your deep sleep. The sudden noise nearly made you jump out of bed, making your heart race in the process.

Quickly, you looked over at your alarm clock. 2:28 AM. You let out a very deep sigh, as you threw off the blankets and got out of bed. The banging grew louder and louder as you came out of your bedroom. It was coming from your apartment door.

Who the fuck would be banging on your door at this hour? At this point, you felt very cautious at who was at your door. Slowly, you tipped toed over to the door to look through the peephole.

Nobody there. This is very strange, even to you. Without thinking, you raised your hand up and began to unlock the deadbolts. You left the chain in place, for safety purposes whenever you’ve opened the door.

Slowly, you began opening the door a little bit. Light from the hallway came in through the crack of the doorway as you opened it. Before you could look through to see who it was, something heavy and fast crashed into it with you still behind.

You flew backwards and crashed into the end table next to the couch. A searing white, hot pain surged through your whole body as you felt broken shards of glass against your back. A tall dark shape stood over you, breathing heavily.

“Finally found you bitch,” the voice said. It sounded very familiar, but you couldn’t place it. As you tried to stand up on your two feet, something small and sharp jabbed straight into your upper arm near the shoulder. You gave out a small cry.

Lifting your other hand up, you touched the mysterious object and sent a shock through your whole body. It was a small syringe. You took it out quickly and tossed it across the room. All of a sudden, your whole body began to go numb.

Then you fell back to the floor and landed on your side. Whatever was injected into you, it worked very fast to knock you out like a light. The shadow figure walked over to you, grabbed your ankles, and started to drag you across the floor.

You felt the broken shards of glass dig deeper into your skin as you were dragged across the hardwood floor. Like tiny needles being pushed deeper and deeper into you. Every inch was getting weaker and weaker.

Without warning, you were thrown from the floor and onto something smooth and soft. You quickly found it was your bed. You were dragged into your bedroom, but for what reason? Your vision began to blur, losing focus on the figure.

“Finally,” the figure spoke, “after two fucking whole weeks, I’ve found you at last. It took awhile, but it was fucking worth it.” The voice said with so much glee. It sounded proud of itself. You started drifting away a bit, but you stayed awake. Both eyes fluttering open and closed. 

Suddenly, you felt something sit down at the edge of your bed pulling you down almost. “I don’t know if you still remember me. It feels like forever, but it’s only been two weeks.” the voice said. You felt cold and rough fingers run up and down your neck gently. Then you felt a gloved hand grab ahold of your neck and began choking you.

The figure laughed in a sinister, playful way as you felt your airway being crushed. It felt very familiar. Then your memory started to rush back from that night. The night that it happened. It was the one that caught you before you could get away safely.

Charlie. The younger brother. The one that was about to get even with you after you pepper sprayed his older brother Terry in the eyes to let you go. He was going to do something worse to you, until showed up and stopped them both in time.

This time is different. This time, Bane won’t come and rescue you for the second time. You felt your heart stop a couple of times when that thought kept on racing through your mind. Then you felt a rush of air return to your breathless throat. Feeling his hand leave your poor neck alone.

You began coughing and hacking as the air rushed back into your lungs. Numbness took over your body, as you couldn’t move a muscle. Whatever he stuck you with, really worked fast. It felt like you were floating on thin air. Floating freely in a way.

 “Do you remember Terry,” he continued on, “my older brother?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice. Since you couldn’t move much of your body, you slightly nodded your head yes. “Good. He’s dead, because of you.” He was getting more angry now.

Dead? How and when did this happen? All thoughts went straight to Bane. Bane nearly snapped the guy’s neck in two like a toothpick, the way he was holding him. But, is that possible to happen?

“If you thinking it was your lord and savior Bane that killed my brother. No, it wasn’t him. Do you know what really happened to him,” his voice was getting more and more serious now. Still not being able to move, you shook your head no back and forth slowly.

“After we got back to the group, our Commander was fucking pissed off for coming back all beat up and empty handed. When the both of us told him about Bane, he got so fucking scared. Anybody that crosses paths with him is a fucking goner. Both my brother and I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t hear us out. We were kicked out. Nobody stuck up for us either. Soon after, we were left to fend for ourselves in the desolate streets of this fucking city. We had no shelter, no food, and no place to sleep. He died days later, because of his injuries. Because of you, I watched my own flesh and blood painfully die in the streets and not in our shelter.”

All of a sudden, you were struck across the face with a big blow and you gave out a sharp cry. “I WATCHED MY OWN BROTHER DIE AND IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU BITCH,” he yelled staright in your face, as you could smell alcohol from his foul breath. Tears began to stream down your face now. A sharp pain began to form on your face where you were struck.

“Now,” he went back to a normal tone, “now, this is where I get even with you.” You felt him on top of you now, crawling over your limp body. “Forget eye for an eye. I’m going to do something much worse to you and you won’t escape me this time.”

He bent himself down and whispered something into your ear. The words cut deep as shock went through your whole body. You began sobbing softly and uncontrollably, as you clutched onto the bed sheets.

“I’ve made it much easier for myself by sedating you, so that you don’t fight me and run off  like last time,” he said as he lifted himself off of your body. You felt him grab ahold of your sweatpants and began pulling them down your legs slowly.

A cold shiver went down your spin as you felt his hands run up and down your bare legs. He was going to violate you and your body. You continued to sob, with tears blurring your vision now.

He got off the bed once again and stood at the foot of it. “Don’t you worry. Once I’m done with you, you’re going to be my property and nobody else’s.” He said as he started to unbuckle his pants.

When he was distracted with what he was doing, there was the sound of heavy footsteps. The same sound you heard that night and it was followed by heavy, raspy breathing. Your heart began to race as that sound became all too familiar with. 

Your vision was blurring out from the tears, as a hulking, dark figure stood at the door frame of your bedroom. You couldn’t make a sound, as your mouth gaped open like a fish. Slowly, he stepped through the threshold of the doorway and behind the man that was going to violate you.

As he was about to pull his pants down, the dark figure grabbed him from behind and wrapped his large arms and hands around the man’s neck and face. He began to struggle as he tried to pry himself free from the figure’s harsh grasp.

“What have I told you little mouse,” he said through his mask, wrapping his large hands around his face, “about meeting again like this.” The sound of bone crunching broke through the silence and then there was a loud snap, as his head was twisted backwards. Soon after, the body dropped to the floor like a child’s rag doll.

“Now, see what you made me do. I did something unpleasant,” his voice began to fade away as the sedative took over the rest of your body, knocking you out finally. Darkness now covered your eyes.

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Finally. Here's the preview of part II for The Gentle Giant. I was originally going to do it over the holidays, but visiting family and work kept me busy for a while.

So, part II is going to take much longer to write out since I still need to play catch up with other requests.

However, my inbox is back open for a limited time for Valentine's Day prompt requests which I will link below. If you want to make a request for something else, please do so. January 28th is going to be the last day for requests until I reopen my inbox for the next character list.

Valentin's Day Characters and Prompts

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Hey could you do a Opla with Zoro x reader x Sanji? Where she is from a world without magic (like ours) and wants to find a way to get back home to her family. An Zoro catches feelings for her. (The restaurant scene but with y/n, making Zoro jelly asf.)

Reader getting isekai'd into One Piece LA?? OH I AM SO DOWN FOR THIS—

And I haven't written Zoro in an actual fanfic yet (on Tumblr at least, and it's been probably over ten years since the last time I DID write him), so again. So unbelievably down for this.

I can already tell this is going to be a little on the long side (spanning from just before Baratie to probably just after Cocoyasi Village), and I'm a little bogged down on my other fics, so here's a preview.

Genres/tropes will include humor, angst, hurt/comfort, slow-burn, love triangle, and honestly who knows what else

::BIG HECKIN EDIT BRO::

Clicky here for the full first chapter

Strawhat Stowaway

Just a preview

Probably gonna be working on this all night this is so much fun I can't

I cannot thank you enough for this anon I needed it

After an alcohol drenched Halloween party at your friends' dorm, you wake up to find yourself in a strange place. This might not have been terribly alarming...if not for the fact that said "strange place" is an entirely different world.

There really hadn't been a dull moment since Zoro agreed to sail with Luffy, and this was definitely no exception.

He blinked rapidly down at the unfamiliar girl stretched across the hammock, in the cabin below the quarterdeck of the Going Merry, fast asleep and dressed in an oddly sterotypical pirate costume with what looked like a fake flintlock pistol tucked into one of her cloth belts. The small "crew" hadn't long set out from Syrup Village with their new caravel, and already things were getting weird again.

He backed out of the cabin slowly, leaning back through the doorway to look at the others behind him—Nami going over the Grand Line chart, Usopp sitting on the railing behind her listening to her explain the Red Line; and Luffy, reclined back on the ship's figurehead, still clearly thrilled that his plan to get a free ship had worked out in his favor, nevermind the hiccup of all of them nearly dying—again.

"Uh—hey, guys?" The other three looked up at him, Nami lifting an eyebrow at his offhand tone. "I...think we have a stowaway."

"Excuse me?" said Nami sharply, immediately rolling up the map.

"Whoa, seriously? We've got a—" Luffy slid down from the figurehead and hopped down onto the deck, excitable as ever and hurrying over with Usopp and Nami to look over Zoro's shoulder. He laughed a little. "Cool."

"Wh—this isn't cool," said Nami, shaking her head at Luffy in disbelief. "It's technically kidnapping."

Luffy's face fell at that. "Oh—yeah, probably not cool. Uh...." He rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing between his crewmates. "So...do we turn around and take her back?"

"She's not from Syrup Village." Zoro glanced over his shoulder at Usopp, who looked easily as flummoxed as the rest of them. "I mean, it's not a big town, I know everyone there, and...." He shook his head slowly. "Never seen her before."

Of course it couldn't be that simple. Nothing was ever that simple.

"Then how did she end up on a ship that's been sitting in the shipyard there for years?" said Nami, crossing her arms as she leaned in the doorframe behind Zoro, frowning thoughtfully.

"Five hundred Berry says there was booze involved," offered Zoro, and she scoffed.

"Not taking that bet."

And that was the moment you woke.

Rubbing your eyes, stretching and slowly opening your eyes.

Blinking just as slowly as you seemed to take in the strangers huddled in the doorway.

And then, with a yelp of alarm, you sat straight up, attempting to back yourself against the wall, and fell off of the hammock entirely instead, scooting yourself back into a corner, your eyes wide as saucers.

"Wh—who—where the hell—?"

The crew glanced between each other in growing concern and alarm, and finally, while you continued to stammer in fright in the corner looking very much like a trapped animal, Nami heaved out a sigh. "Not it."

"Not it," Usopp echoed quickly.

Luffy was utterly unfazed, shoving himself into the small confines of the doorframe as well, his shoulder pressed up against Zoro's arm. "Hi there! I'm Monkey D. Luffy, this is my first mate Zoro—" Zoro rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as Luffy clapped him on the shoulder. "So..." He pushed through and sat down in the center of the hammock and you pressed yourself further back against the wall, looking no less terrified. "How come you were asleep on our ship?"

"Sh—ship—?" you repeated breathlessly, glancing warily between him and Zoro. Your eyes landed on the three katanas at his hip and widened even further.

"Yeah! We're going to the Grand Line," Luffy said, grinning happily. "You can come with us, I'm still gathering a crew. I'm gonna be King of the Pi—ow, hey!" he added as Zoro grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Not helping, captain," he said, dragging him out of the cabin. "Just go do—go do something else."

"I am kinda hungry," he said, frowning. Then he waved at Nami and Usopp. "Hey guys, crew meeting in the kitchen!"

Nami grumbled something about not being a crew, but despite that and rolling her eyes, both she amd Usopp followed Luffy across the deck and out of sight, roping Zoro right into dealing with...whatever the hell this was. The swordsman leaned in the doorframe for a long, silent moment, hand curled over his mouth, brow furrowed, trying to decide how to address the issue. The fact that you had no idea where you were was definitely not a huge help in the matter.

He pulled his hand down with a sigh, crossing his arms.

"Alright, so...you got a name?" he asked finally. You swallowed, eyeing his swords again as you forced out your name—and then pointed at the swords.

"A-are those—real?" Your voice practically squeaked.

"Uh...yeah," he said slowly, glancing down at the handles briefly before looking back at you again, raising his eyebrows. He glanced at the obviously fake gun in your belt, and nodded at it. "What about that?"

"N—no, why the hell would I be carrying around a real—" You shook your head quickly, your eyes Stull wide with disbelief. "I was at a Halloween party at my friend's dorm and—"

"Hollow-what?"

You blinked, and gave a small, nervous laugh. "What?" you forced out weakly. "Halloween? Kids go trick-or-treating, college kids use it as an excuse to dress up in stupid costumes and get drunk?"

"Trick-or— college?"

This definitely wasn't helping—you were staring at him like he had lived under a rock his whole life, he was staring at you like you were speaking another language, and you might as well have been. It was pretty clear that wherever you had come from, it hadn't been Syrup Vilage. It probably hadn't been anywhere even in the East Blue.

But that didn't make any sense at all.

"Look," he said, shaking his head, shaking away the growing fog of confusion. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I—ah..." You grimaced a little, wrapping your arms around your knees. "I vaguely remember getting talked into doing a keg stand, one of my friends dropping me, hitting my head pretty hard." You rubbed at your left temple a moment, and frowned when you pulled your hand back. "I swear I was bleeding...." you mumbled to yourself, rubbing at your eyes now.

"So...you got drunk at this... 'Halloween' thing," said Zoro slowly, "hit your head, and...stumbled onto a shipyard to sleep it off?"

That didn't sound right to him—nor did it seem to sound right to you, as you lowered your hand only from your eyes to stare at him, your expression deadpan.

"Last I checked," you said, "there weren't any ships near my campus."

"...Right," he said, nodding slowly. He rubbed at the back of his neck, resting his other elbow at the hilt of one of his katanas, trying to form some grasp of the situation.

And failing spectacularly.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about," you said, your shoulders slumping.

"Nope," affirmed Zoro, shrugging a shoulder. This was by far the weirdest thing that had happened since he had started following Luffy—and considering he had just assisted in saving a millionaire heiress from being murdered by grown adults dressed like cats, that was saying quite a lot. "No idea."

[raccoonfallsharder]

･:*𑁍 overheard on the bowie [anticipated august 2]

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: TBD.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it.

i am having too much fun writing this because apparently while i ultimately want to be a benevolent god who gives rocket only happy endings, i apparently have no qualms with torturing him with sexual frustration in the meantime.

nsfw after the cut | FULL FIC NOW POSTED

He’d looked up at you, your eyes all shiny and plush lips framing the words, Can I help you with something? Do you need anything? and the only words that had come to his mind were, Sweetheart. Can I help you?

Because the worst part of it is — you’ve been so unlucky.

He continues to stare at the dark ceiling, palms resting on his chest, and wishes he’d stolen Pete’s zune. Stick the little headphones into his ears and distract himself for a little while.

“Slow down, princess,” he mutters into the shadows. He’s usually got no qualms against eavesdropping in general but he wouldn’t try to listen in on this. Unfortunately for both of you, there’s no world in which he can avoid hearing it: the steady soft schlick-schlick of your pussy lips rubbing wetly against each other, or maybe your fingers, if you’ve got them stuffed cutely inside your pretty hole. Your shallow, reedy little breaths, puffing over lips he’s sure you’ve bitten raw. The rustle of the blankets as you shift and try to adjust yourself: legs opening wider, he imagines. Or maybe he’s wrong and you’re not going too fast and hard at your little clitty: maybe you’ve hit the right pace for yourself, and your knees are locking and your toes are curling and you’ll both — finally — get some relief tonight.

But nope. He can hear you, winding yourself tighter and tighter, higher and higher, more and more desperate. A quiet, pitiful little whispered word — “please” — to the gods, like they’ll finally take mercy on you. But he’s listened to you enough times that he can pinpoint the moment that your desperation turns into frustration, and then despair. There’s a sad little muffled whimper — pressed into a handful of blankets, he’s sure — and then the sounds of your strokes slow, and finally cease. A soft, miserable sigh, and the whisper of skin on skin — you rubbing your thighs together in resignation, he suspects.

He rolls over in his hammock and screams into his pillow.

full fic now posted

[thunderwetter]

Transformer Reverse Bang 2024 PREVIEW!!

Super happy to show you my preview for this year's @tf-bigbang !!

@parallelpie drew a SUPER COOL artwork that I really wanted to write for and I was absolutely thrilled when we did actually end up as a pair!!

I'm only allowed this small preview but y'all, I'm giving you two very nice keywords that hopefully will make you curious!

Ready?

Predacon. Ratchet.

Yeah, heard that right. It's gonna be a fun ride. Well, for me at least ;þ

[chimcess]

Hi Everyone!

I thought since we were getting close to the end of the year that a poll might be a fun way to get a little taste of what's to come in 2025! So, I picked out a few things that I'm working on (or already finished) and decided to let everyone vote on what they'd like to see a teaser for.

[frostyblustar]

See you fatherly Cygnus fans soon.

[devastator1775]

Anne's Journey - Chapter 4: Core Heist (preview)

A little preview of what I already have, because ...well, because I felt like it. Minor spoilers under the cut, so read at your own volition.

Anne was in a rush to get to school the following morning, despite her mild exhaustion She had been up all night, looking over photos and blueprints, in order to make sure her plan had any sort of merit. She needed to find – aha, there she Ashley. And much to Anne’s amusement, the redheaded Drone was once again playing matchmaker between two other Drones. She ran up to Ash and her quarry and grabbed her by the shoulder, making the latter yelp in surprise.

“Hey Brody, Killian, I need to borrow Ash for a second.” Anne stated to the two boys, already dragging a startled Ashley away from them. “No problem? Okay, thanks!”

“Girl, great to see you, but do you know how long I’ve been working those two?” Ashley asked as she followed her friend. “I was about to seal the deal between them.”

“That can wait, and besides, everyone knows it’s just a matter of time between those two. C’mon, here.” Anne turned a corner, peeking around to make sure no-one was around. When she was certain they were alone, she leaned in closer to Ash and brought her voice down to a whisper. “So, I’ve gone through those document we got from the Centre yesterday.”

Ashley’s eyes turned from annoyed to curious, an eager grin spreading on her lips. “Ooh, okay, I’m all non-existent ears. What did you find?”

“Nothing.”

Ashley visibly deflated, her visor turning – literally – blank for a few moments, before she crossed her arms with her expression alternating between annoyed to curious to confused. “Then why do you sound so eager-beaver about it?”

“Because I noticed something weird with the files and decided to hack them.” Anne grinned. “I found something really, really weird.”

“Okay, you’ve had my curiosity, and now you’ve got my attention.” Ashley chuckled. “Could’ve started with that, y’know?”

Anne quickly summarized what had happened the day before. She swore that Ashley’s visor was going to pop out with every new revelation she relayed to her best friend. She did purposely let out the part where …she found out she could instantly heal from any wound. Best not to spring that particular ‘special detail’ on her for now.

“Jeez, ‘weird’ indeed.” Ash commented when Anne finished her story.

“Right?”

“So, what are you going to do?” Ash asked, peeking around the corner to see if they were still having a private conversation. The redheaded Drone knew like no other how quickly rumours would spread around the school. “Seems to me that you’ve hit a dead end.”

“That’s what I thought at first, too.” Anne began, grinning mischievously. “But then I thought: if the PSC in my core they originally detected was a fake, then there is a good chance that I could find out the real one. Those are still in there, whether or not a counterfeit is present or not. It’s impossible to remove those..”

“And how would you do that?” The redhead tilted her head in confusion. “You said it yourself, they’ll probably end up with the same results as 16 years ago.” “Simple …” Anne stated matter-of-factly. “I’m ----- -- ---- -- --- ----!"

AND THAT'S WHERE THE PREVIEW ENDS! WHAT IS ANNE GOING TO DO? FIND OUT WHEN THE CHAPTER RELEASES!

[stephsageek]

A Preview of the upcoming chapter of my Five x Lila fic, "Much Longer Than Six Years, Five Months, and Two Days."

“—Klaus?” Five interrupted, trying to get his brother’s full attention.

This was important.

“Yeah?” Klaus’s eyes dragged back towards his brother’s. Five waited a beat until he saw focus in his brother’s green eyes.

“Old dogs like me and him—never change,” Five intoned.

Five’s mouth twitched unhappily. He took no joy in telling Klaus that trusting Dad—no matter what version of him it might be—was a terrible idea.

He didn’t want to burst Klaus’s bubble; he’d always had a soft spot for him.

But this had to be done. It was better to try to tell him than for him to find out the hard way.

Five had seen the usefulness of their father in the past—even admitted to himself that he and the old man were more alike than not—but that only cemented his distrust and dislike of the Hargreeves patriarch.

“He has never had our best interests at heart,” Five finished, as gently as he could manage. His tone was cold even to his own ears.

No wonder everyone avoids me, he frowned. Can't even give someone advice without sounding like an asshole. He mentally shook his head. Old dogs, indeed.

Five’s mind drifted back as it often did to their childhood.

Back to when Klaus would return from spending a night in the mausoleum—looking pale and drawn. The nights he’d crawl into Five’s bed, when they were very young, shivering from nightmares, weeping, and mumbling about ghosts.

Five clenched his jaw, sudden rage spoiling his mood.

I need a God damn drink.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them, he had managed to reign in his fit of emotion.

Klaus’s mouth twitched, begrudgingly acknowledging his older brother’s words. Deep down, he likely knew their wisdom firsthand.

Five recognized that Klaus generally didn’t heed advice from his siblings very often, but he hoped that Klaus would listen this time.

He hated seeing any of them get hurt.

All he ever seemed to be able to do was pick up the pieces.

Five frowned feeling awkward. Should he do something? Reach out reassuringly?

Only Klaus would receive such affection from Number Five.

Five honestly didn’t care for any form of affection—hadn’t liked being so much as touched, as far back as he could remember.

For Five, touch was no small thing. It was not straightforward in his mind.

To Number Five, it meant the loss of control. It meant risk. Risk of harm, risk of intrusion, risk of invasion, risk of vulnerability; But more than that, Five feared how it might lead to ruin, to being compromised and clouding his judgment.

It was likely a conditioned response to being experimented on as children—like rhesus monkeys clinging to a steel mother wrapped in tattered fabric.

It felt like an uncharitable thought considering Grace—but she and Pogo had always felt more like parents to Five than Dad ever had.

To the Hargreeves children being touched by Dad meant being given shots, having blood drawn, having tests run, and needing to fight, and defend. Even being spoken to meant harsh words, criticism, and orders.

God, what a fucked-up family, he mentally sighed, reaching out to Chet as he passed and snagging a flute of champagne.

Five watched Klaus sit across from him, only feeling the barest twinge of guilt as he took in his defeated posture.

Five twisted, dropping a shot glass full of whiskey into his beer with a plop.

“So, my only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition.” Five took hold of his boiler maker, affectionately patting his brother on the shoulder. He squeezed him once, for good measure.

Suddenly Klaus perked up and began scanning the other tables.

He's just gonna go try and convince somebody else. He never gives up, does he?

He found himself smiling.

Klaus always seemed to bounce back. Five might pretend to get annoyed with their wayward brother but the truth was he envied his ability to remain resilient and positive despite things frequently going wrong in all their lives.

None of the others saw how strong Klaus really was but Five knew.

Klaus was a survivor, like him.

Whenever things went wrong, Klaus would be the first to rally himself. Always with an easy smile, covering up his pain.

Klaus had always been the most stubborn when it came to showing him affection. The rest had taken the way he flinched from every casual brush of their fingers, shoved away all attempts at a hug, and ignored every high-five, as a clear sign that Number Five Hargreeves was the last person they should be touchy-feely with.

But Klaus, even as children, had doggedly come back for second, third, and even fourth attempts.

Five could think of only two people alive whose touch he was not on some level immediately repulsed by or suspicious of.

Five's eyes strayed ever so slightly over his brother’s velvet-covered shoulder to a black-clad figure talking animatedly with their father, her blond tresses catching the light. His eyes drawn to the sway of inviting hips and a blinding smile.

He swallowed, eyes snapping back before they could linger.

Maybe I've already had enough?

[twistthescript]

June Doe 2024: DAY 21- Summer Vacation

I started this prompt back in early May; yet, with how busy I've been, I wasn't able to finish the initial fic that I've started. So, until I can get around to finishing it, I present you with a drabble and a gift... in the form of a preview for the first fic:

Ocean Would Like to Live, Thank You; Rated G; Out of all the summer traditions known to mankind, Ocean thought drinking from the water hose was the worst.

@june-doe-2024

Preview to Tick-a Tick-a Heard The Crack! under the cut: Currently Rated T; The Choir goes to a theme park. It goes exactly how is expected.

A theme park. It had to be a theme park.

For the record, it started out just fine. They found a good parking spot… you know, that section right next to the handicap parking? That. After ten short minutes of clambering out of Mischa’s truck- and avoiding Ocean as she attempted to slather sunscreen on them for the fifth time that day, the St. Cassian Chamber Choir finally set off for the park. 

It wasn’t even an official choir trip, not really. Sure, they were the choir, and Father Marcus urged them to go on the trip (He’d caught them at the cafe sprawled out around a table)… “It should be good for you,” He’d said. Constance wasn’t sure why they let themselves be persuaded to go. Oh, right. Ocean.

Besides, they can’t back out now. Those tickets were a little steep.

It was fine, truthfully. The food was good- greasy (also expensive) like novelty park food should be… and the bumper cars were fun, you know, after waiting for an hour in line. Constance rubbed the kinks out of her neck. Ocean won. There was no surprise there.

“So… What next?” Mischa, for once, wasn’t on his phone. His fingers were intertwined with Noel’s, who had been tugging them closer and closer to the Ferris wheel at every step. Not that Mischa seemed to mind- his eyes had been locked on the boy for the past hour. Constance’s heart swelled at that. Good on him.

The map was shoved in her face before she could blink, a pale finger tapping against the paper. “The swings are right here, but also the scrambler is right around the corner. Noel said he wanted to go on the Ferris wheel… but that’s halfway across the park…” Ocean’s rambling never ceased to amaze Constance. The redhead was so animated and vibrant when she spoke- and with the afterlife turnaround…

“Yo… Penny!” Mischa exclaimed. Next to him, Noel was slack-jawed. “How in the hell?”

Constance came face to face with a huge stuffed lion, with two legs sticking from the bottom, visible from the knee down. “Penny, what? How?!” A laugh of utter disbelief tore from Constance’s throat. Leave them alone for an hour… they come back with that.

Ricky grinned as he wheeled up to them, stopping to tap out a message. Penny poked her head around the side of the giant plush as Ricky’s AAC device rang out. “We out-rigged the rigger.” 

“Hell yeah, we did!” Penny was visibly vibrating, her twin braids bouncing along with her.

Ocean crossed her arms. “Someone is going to have to hold that, you know. And it is not going to be me.” Constance nudged her. “We’ll take turns. It’s going to be great!” She grinned. “Where are we going next?”

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TSC WIP snippets pt. 1

this is a RATHER LONG POST sorry so i will put everything under the cut :>

to @faithfromanewperspective:

      ‘Is this Adelaide?’ Thomas asks in a high voice, his tone coloured with surprise. ‘I see no churches at all…’       ‘It’s just… sand,’ Alastair mutters by way of agreement. …       ‘Apologies for the intrusion,’ Thomas begins, grinning shyly, ‘but I think we’re lost.’       ‘Lost!’ The man bursts out into crowing laughter and slaps Thomas on the shoulder. Alastair winces from the force of the action and the sound echoing in the chamber. ‘Let me guess—you were bound for Adelaide?’       Thomas blinks. ‘How did you—?’       ‘You’ll be amazed how many Shadowhunters end up here instead of Adelaide,’ the man tells him. ‘I swear, ever since those Portals became popular, our travelling system has gone to the dogs! You can’t go wrong with a horse and carriage, or just a horse, but no—you simply must travel by Portal now. Extremely unreliable, I say.’

to my four lovely anons:

1—       When Thomas peers into the box, whatever remaining confusion was on his face vanishes. He stares blankly at the inside, his fingers frozen in place against the corners, and Alastair feels part of his stomach drop.              ‘Alastair… what is this?’ Thomas asks softly.        Alastair is grateful to find no disappointment or annoyance imbued in his voice—and then immediately chastises himself for thinking something so ridiculous in the first place. This is Thomas, the man who took his heart and holds it like it's precious and worthy and wanted. The man who saw past all the nastiness, the cold front Alastair had put up for so many years, and continued to love him regardless.       The man who Alastair wants to spend the rest of his life with, no matter the odds. So he clears his throat slightly, shaking away the anxiety, and says, ‘It’s my ring, Tom,’ as though he is merely commenting on the weather.       ‘I can see that,’ Thomas replies. He lifts his gaze and sets it on Alastair, his eyes glimmering with an emotion Alastair can’t quite put his finger on. ‘Why is it in a box?’

2—       ‘Your father won’t bite him,’ Sophie tells him, a shadow of an amused smile on her face. ‘I imagine he merely wants to get to know him better.’       Thomas shifts in his seat and glances once more at the open doorway Gideon and Alastair have just walked through.       ‘I know,’ he murmurs, ‘and for that, I’m so glad. Only, Alastair… I know he’s feeling nervous.’       ‘Whatever for, love?’       Smiling furtively, Thomas looks at his mother and says, ‘He wants to make a good impression. He’s very conscious of his—how did he put it? “Prickly personality”.’

3—       Charlotte came into this marriage with the sole belief that he’ll fall in love with her in time. That no matter how long it took, she would see it through for the rest of their lives. Because she loves him, and love withstands the test of time no matter how hard a situation becomes.       Now… now, she’s not so sure.       Perhaps it’s time to realise that Henry will never love her.But she loves him. She can’t deny that, and she never could. She loves him, and she’ll live with that knowledge until she draws her last breath. But she doesn’t know how much longer she can keep her true feelings behind an alabaster mask of indifference, or hide her face in the pillow when Henry looks at her for too long, or press down the flutters her heart does whenever he does something silly, or makes a breakthrough with an experiment, or merely smiles at her.       And yet, perhaps all she can do is break her heart fully and accept that, like her position at the London Institute, her marriage to Henry isn’t something that can last forever. That perhaps love can’t withstand the test of time, after all.       That not even five years of being together could have Henry fall in love with her.

4—       ‘There’s no need to panic,’ Thomas says softly. ‘I’m right here, aren’t I? You’re safe.’       There’s a beat of silence after Alastair sucks in a shuddering breath, during which he stares at Thomas with wild, terrified eyes. Then an odd flutter crosses his face, his expressive eyebrows dipping dangerously close to the middle of his forehead.       ‘I’m—I’m safe?’ he splutters. ‘You think… you think—? Oh you… you stupid man.’       He grabs Thomas by the shoulders, not giving the man a chance to feel anything except confusion, and shakes him violently.       ‘It’s not myself I’m worried about,’ Alastair croaks out. ‘It’s you.’

to @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone:

      ‘The point I wish to make,’ Alastair interrupts, ‘is that during that picnic, Fairchild and I had a rather… frank conversation.’       ‘About?’       ‘As far as I recall, it had something to do with an autumnal masquerade ball up in Cambridge which promises to have formal attire, a range of posh sorts, and an abundance of alcohol.’       Thomas blinks in astonishment. ‘Cambridge?’ he echoes.       ‘Quite,’ Alastair says in a sombre tone, and Thomas laughs. ‘Yet… I suppose it would be a different venture than our usual nightly strolls and patrols.’       ‘It would,’ Thomas replies with a nod.       ‘And it would be rather dire to attend such an occasion without Fairchild’s opulent outfits and charming personality, but it does bring forth the opportunity to be alone with each other without the need to entertain a third party.’       ‘I wholeheartedly concur with that statement.’       Alastair is about to say something else, but stops himself. He instead purses his lips and narrows his eyes at Thomas. Thomas merely stares back expectantly, trying his hardest to keep his expression neutral. He knows what’s about to happen, and grins inwardly when, like clockwork, Alastair visibly withers.        ‘Are you really waiting for me to ask?’ he states in exasperation.       A large smile overtakes Thomas’s face at the question, and he leans in until their noses are mere inches apart. He relishes how Alastair’s eyes widen at the sudden proximity—always so full of surprise whenever Thomas does this—and quickly kisses him before he can protest or say anything.       ‘You refer to waiting for my beloved to ask me to attend a masquerade ball with him in Cambridge, correct?’ Thomas lowers his voice until it’s the softest whisper and says with utmost severity, ‘If so, then yes, I am.’

and last, but certainly not least, to @drunkonimagination:

      ‘Welcome home.’ Pulling back slightly, Thomas kisses Alastair’s curved mouth and presses their foreheads together. ‘Goodness—Raziel, have I missed you.’       There’s a soft snort, and long fingers brush over Thomas’s shoulders. Alastair’s voice is light as he says, ‘Last I checked, Thomas, I am not Raziel. Have I been gone so long that you mistake me for an archangel?’       ‘Yes, mi amor,’ Thomas replies playfully, ‘you’ve been gone far too long. You must remind me exactly who you are, and it must be done now. Before it is too late and I forget who you are completely.’       Alastair laughs loudly, and is still laughing when Thomas presses fast kisses all over his face.

also yes you read that correctly, it does say "pt. 1". pt. 2 will be posted sometime this weekend, and it'll be snippets from the remaining chapters of dear christopher and ch2 of timeless, so stay tuned if you're interested!!! :D

[kiliinstinct]

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“What were you doing to be on the floor like that?” She asked, not waiting for an answer  as she sat him down and began to fix the bandages along his arms. Her movements were jerky with inexperience and felt too tight in places, but Natsu didn't mind it. He watched on in silence as she continued to fuss over him, unaware of the draconis' examining her much as she was him. There was no cane, he noted, and he immediately tried to subtly check her leg, but the position by his side made it awkward to do so. (He didn't dare try to pull her dress up just to see her knee, after all. He wasn't THAT stupid.) A few seconds more of consideration and he threw caution to the wind, reaching over to rap his knuckles against her instead.  She froze. He did too. Was that the wrong move? Had he hurt her?  “... if you weren't injured, I'd return the favor,” She muttered, tying his next bandage into a tiny bow, “but I'm fine, Natsu. It's sore, but manageable. Worry about yourself for two seconds.” He didn't resist the urge to talk this time, “ ... I got one answer.”  “What?“ Lucy asked, puzzled, but clamped a hand over his mouth when he tried to respond, ”No, no! You should not be talking, Mister!“ Rolling his eyes, Natsu now had an altogether different urge to resist. He remembered, vaguely, many months ago, he'd done the exact same to her, and her response had been to bite him. He wondered if he should do the same... Instead, he licked her. The cry of disgust when she retracted her hand was more than worth it. ”That is disgusting!“  He waggled his brows, grinning. Definitely worth it.

[seshen]

Small Vacation (chptr 2 preview)

“You mind moving?” You asked.

You weren’t going to be subtle about this. He was rude first, you were just returning the favor. He looked well dressed and didn’t smell heavily of alcohol. Was he even drunk? Most people smell like their drink of choice when they get this drunk. But he smelled like cologne. 

“I’ll just be a second. I’m going….” He tried to say more but it turned into incoherent mumbling.

He moved over slightly like he was trying to get up. His head moving forward before he eventually started to fall back. Quickly you catched his head before it could make contact with the concrete. That could’ve been bad.

“Jesus christ!” You exclaimed. “Wake up!”

For the first time his eyes fluttered open. A brilliant blue color. On a better day, he may have been more attractive but right now the drool and eye crusties were not doing it for you. 

“Unhand me.” He demanded.

His arms weakly coming up to grab yours. At that moment he dropped his bag and you heard the sound of glass breaking and the aroma of red wine hit your nose. It just solidified the fact that he was, in fact, drunk.

Chapter 1

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“And then what?” he asks once he’s got his voice grappled into something reasonable and taunting again, as he sinks back into her. She’s so slick he can hear it — the sounds of his body and hers fill the air, just under her little pleading moans. “You gonna turn in the Luphomoid for her bounty? Use the funds to buy yourself something soft and pretty?” He can already tell she’s shaking her head, even as her hands find a spot to curl into his fur and tug desperately. “Rocket—please—” “Nuh-uh,” he scolds, and pinches at the pretty little jewel between her folds. He revels in the way her fingers slide deep into his fur and pull: little electric shocks zinging over his nerve endings, radiating from the places where she’s got her grip knotted and tugging on him. Beg me, you sweet, needy little slut. “You tell me the whole plan, kitten.” “Dunno,” she gasps. “Just wanted time to think — but — she’s like us—”

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