#fic excerpt for my fic

[freezingwhitefire]

This one is fighting me a little but here is a small blurb of my current project that I am focusing on.

“What have you brought me this time? Another Hero to save?” She asked, her tone almost scornful.

He knew she disliked him for how he survived after his time should have passed and he accepted it. This was not the time for her dislike of him to stop what needed to be done though. So he shifted forms again, this time pushing further to assume a ghostly form that only ones with high magic potential could see.

“He was poisoned, I can fix it but he will not survive until I do so without help.”

“Why should I help?”

“Because if you don’t, the hero that saved us and defeated your trial will never be born.”

[breannasfluff]

“Tony’s Pizza delivery!” Danny knocks on a door and stands back slightly, waiting for the answer. Silence. He knocks again. “Pizza order! For…” he checks the box, “Rob!”

There’s the thud of footsteps behind the door, but it doesn’t open. It’s like someone walked right up to it and is waiting. The house itself has blacked-out windows and piles of trash on the lawn. Something about the situation feels…off.

Danny pulls out the taser, which he usually keeps in his pocket. The other hand tightens slightly on the pizza box. He doesn’t go intangible, not yet, but his powers bubble around his core, ready at a moment’s notice.

The door swings open. There’s a gun pointed at his face. 

Acting on instinct more than thought, Danny snaps the taser forward and presses the button when it meets the man’s arm. There’s a roar of pain and the gun is dropped. 

Keeping a hold of the taser, Danny drops the pizza box on the steps. “You owe us payment next time you order thank you goodbye!”

He bolts, grabbing the bike and wheeling it next to him instead of jumping on it. Pulling on intangibility it spreads to the bike as well. As soon as he’s around the corner, Danny goes invisible. His heart is hammering against his chest and all he wants to do is curl into himself. 

Still, he keeps a hold of the bike–no good if it suddenly pops into existence–and breathes through his panic. The taser worked. Sure, he didn’t get paid, but he also didn’t get shot. If Tony’s upset, Danny will ask him to take the cost out of his wages. 

After another few minutes of breathing exercises–thank you Jazz–he’s settled enough to flicker back to visibility and bike back to the shop. 

Tony glances up at him when he enters and does a double take. “What happened, kid?”

“Didn’t get payment for the pizza. Sorry.”

The owner’s eyes narrow. “This wouldn't happen to be because someone pointed a gun at you, would it?”

“Er…”

Laughter is not what he expects. Tony just grins at him. “Kid, I just got a call saying the delivery boy had a taser he wasn’t afraid to use and skedaddled without payment.”

Danny winces, waiting for the beratement. 

“Rob gave you a five-star review. Said it’s the smartest move he’s seen in a while. Paid over the phone for once. You’re good, kid.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Do people often answer the door for pizza while holding a gun?”

A shoulder shrug. “Around here, it’s more common than you’d think. But if you think you’re in danger, you act to protect yourself, got it? The pizza shop will recover if someone decides to order elsewhere. Besides,” and Tony’s grin edges on feral, “they don’t get many other choices.”

Crime Alley residents, Danny decides, are a rare breed of people.

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[starchaserdreams]

Sirius: you know, it's kinda flattering for me that you're dating my brother

James: how so?

Sirius: one of me as a best friend wasn't enough, you had to go and find a me to date too

[vechter]

batman (1940) #590 // get out before the drop, shipyrds // another part of honesty, shipyrds // grayson (2014) annual #1 // art by anna-laura // titans (2008) #5 // secret origins (1986) #13 // beat journalism, dustorange // teen titans spotlight (1986) #14 // robin & batman (2022) #1 // declensions, dustorange // robin & batman (2022) #1 // nightwing (2011) #30 // sputnik sweetheart, haruki murakami // justice league (2011) #25 // secret origins (1986) #13 // wayfinding, shipyrds // the long and short of it, richard siken // batman: black and white (2021) #5 // pearl (2022) // batman (1940) #684 // unknown // nightwing (2016) #50 // soft clocks, dustorange // nightwing (2016) #50 // nightwing (2016) #1 // wayfinding, shipyrds // nightwing (2016) #1 // francheska, hey fran hey

dick grayson + an exploration of identity, personhood & belonging

[many-gay-magpies]

He can feel Edwin’s fingers in his hair, orienting his head for better access, and he can’t help but grab Edwin back, pulling him closer, pressing himself against the wall until Edwin completely covers him. He can feel the dampness of Edwin’s lips, the warm tickle of his breath as he takes in long, hungry gulps, and there’s a heat spreading through Charles’ body that has his eyelashes fluttering as he tries not to moan… he’s breathing hard, trying to keep it in, but it’s so good, and Edwin is so fucking lovely and close, and—

i re-read @shadowquill17’s wonderful vampire payneland fic today and got fucking possessed. here’s this

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Higuruma x Reader

cw: sub!Higuruma, dirty talk, established relationship, excerpt

You were being so mean. Poor Higuruma felt like he was being tortured. You sat across from him in the booth, bending low to make sure he could see down your low-cut top, before curling your tongue around your cocktail straw. You sucked it slowly, taking too much of the straw into your mouth with pouted lips. Under the table, you hooked your ankle around his, tugging to spread his legs. 

Higuruma shuddered, his knuckles white as he gripped the tablecloth. “You bloody tease,” he hissed. 

“Who, me? I’m just enjoying our dinner date,” you smiled. You kept eye contact as you slid your foot higher, brushing your stiletto heel against the bulge in his slacks. 

He clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m going to pay you back for this when we get home, my love,” he warned. 

“Oh I hope so.”

That would normally be as far as it went. You loved to rile Higuruma up in public, because you loved how he would put you in your place in private. But some dirty little part of you wanted to test the limits tonight, wanted to see just how far you could push him before he snapped.

--

“Please, god, please,” he whimpered, crumpled at your feet. “I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll be so good for you…”

His groveling sent a surge of guilty pleasure down your spine. You bent down to his eye level, grinning wickedly. “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy for me, pretty thing?” You grabbed a fistful of his hair to make him nod. 

Tears sparked in his eyes at the sting of his scalp, but he let you puppet him into obedience. “Y-yes, yes I’m your good boy…”

You release him and straighten back up, staring down at him through your lashes. “You’re cute when you’re pathetic.”

Hiromi groaned raggedly, eyes fluttering closed at the insult. To his horror, he felt a wet stain spread across the front of his slacks, his aching cock leaking precum. “Please…say it again,” he murmured. 

Your eyebrows shot up. You had been confident that he was enjoying the dynamic, but the man almost came in his pants at being called pathetic? This was going to be so much fun. You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “Say what, baby?” 

Shame and arousal swirled in his gut, his dress shirt straining over his shoulders as he tensed. “Say I’m pathetic…”

You laugh. “I love you like this, my pretty, desperate, pathetic boy.”

The lawyer moaned, his head tipping back to stare up at you in adoration. “I’m yours,” he whispered thickly. 

“Yes you are.”

[myokk]

Her kisses were all-consuming and he felt his heart surrendering to her with every gentle nip, losing himself in the feeling of her. Her soft body pressing tightly against him, her breathy moans, the soft hair at the nape of her neck, her taste.

When Eloise finally pulled away from him, breathing heavily as their foreheads pressed together and their eyes locked, Sebastian was dazed and content and...happy. Merlin, he was so happy. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were swollen and red and smiling up at him. His breath caught in his throat - he didn't think he had ever seen anything so beautiful as Eloise in that moment. Sebastian knew that he was grinning like a fool but he didn't care.

Happiness was bubbling up in his body and he was leaning down to kiss her again because it would never be enough and -

She started coughing.

Eloise abruptly pulled away from him, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she doubled over. A terrible, horrible, familiar wracking cough that Sebastian never thought he would hear again.

When she pulled her sleeve away from her mouth, there were little flecks of blood.

They both looked at each other in horror.

"Eloise..." he started, his voice cracking. The balloon of happiness that had filled him burst and he felt himself crashing back to the grim reality that had been his life for too long. Arms hanging limply at his sides. When his voice came out again, it was a whisper. He could barely choke the words out.

"...what did you do?"

their first kiss😇😇😇

[newoozi]

your new friend vernon is walking you home one night, telling you all about the date his mom is setting him up on in an attempt to “get out there more”. he admits it’s been a while since he’s taken somebody on a date, and he’s sort of nervous and half dreading it. he doesn’t even have any idea what he’s going to wear.

the two of you reach the front of your apartment building, and you face to look at him. placing your hands on his shoulders you teasingly say, “wear that navy blue polo shirt of yours. it almost makes you look nice.”

he huffs out a small laugh in response, but the truth is he’s sort of spiraling. you notice what he’s wearing beyond an aesthetic sense? do you pay attention to how the shirt fits him perfectly, how it hugs at his chest and shows off his arms? of course, vernon knows he’s attractive — people swoon over him on the daily, and many times he can get away with not paying for ramen at the convenience store if the girl at the counter is young. but, it never crossed his mind that you thought about him in that way. it was different with you, wasn’t it?

he thinks about that, and you, on the way back to his dorm.

you text him to ask about his date the next night, the curiosity getting the better of you.

how was ur date? did she appreciate the polo?

he admits he didn’t wear the polo, but doesn’t offer any explanation as to why. he adds that the date was going fine until they were saying goodbye and she went in for a kiss on the cheek and he held out his hand. he probably won’t see her again.

you laugh out loud at his message.

when it’s your birthday a week later, he wears the polo to the casual dinner you host at your place with your closest friends. he notices when your eyes linger on his lean figure, and the way you blush when you know you’ve been caught. you’re almost sure he’s worn it on purpose.

[mintedwitcher]

Poor Charles is really going through it rn in my powerswap au (excerpt below the cut)

“You’re afraid.” “I’m not.” “Charles. You’re afraid of this. Why?” “I just told you, I’m not. Get out of my head, Erik.” “Then use your words. What is it about this that scares you so badly?” “Erik. Please. My friend. Drop this.” “Fine. I’ll ask Raven, shall I? Perhaps your sister will know what’s got you all tied up.” “Erik, don’t!” With the flare of his temper comes one of the heavy metal paperweights, crashing into the door only mere inches from Erik’s head. Charles abruptly freezes, staring at the dent in the door with unadulterated terror in his eyes. His breathing quickens, and his hands are shaking. Erik returns to his side at once. “It’s alright, I’m not hurt. That’s what it is, isn’t it? You’re scared of hurting someone.” “I’m scared of killing someone.”

[meirimerens]

Wickedness, like the Devil it is the divine ichor of, its closest friend, is in the details. In Envy’s green eyes, that are blue in the end.

[demigods-posts]

Hopelessly Devoted

or, an excerpt from a one-shot sitting in my drafts.

. . .

He responded, "Well, I never forgot you. At least, not all of you. I remembered your hair and eye color, and your love for architecture."

"Yeah?" Annabeth asked him.

Percy nodded and smiled. He wasn't looking at her, but he could almost picture her behind him, the sticky notes dangling from her fingertips and her eyes glossing over with wonder like they always do when she's distracted.

He continued. "And I remembered that you'd often kiss me when I said something stupid, and how you must of kisssed me a lot."

Annabeth snickered and Percy joined her.

"And I remembered your name," Percy told her, still smiling from before. "I never forgot your name."

In all honestly, it felt like he was made to say her name. A bit cliche, sure, but it was the truth. Back then, everything was temporary. Shelter. Safety. Food. But never Annabeth. Everything about her felt permanent, like her very existence was enough to let him know that if he belonged anywhere, it was with her. Each time he said her name, it felt like a prayer.

Percy, nearly drowning in the thoughts of his girlfriend, managed to say in a single breath, "It's like I forgot all that I was, but I remembered that I loved you."

Annabeth went silent, and Percy smiled to himself. It's not often his girlfriend, one of the most formidable and smartest demigods of her time, asks someone a question. It's even more rare that someone renders her speechless. Needless to say, he was proud of himself.

. . .

[kuwdora]

@perseruna I LISTENED!! I MANIFESTED!!

the lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch geralt/jaskier/yennefer ~6k, explicit. d/s, sexual roleplay, banter, erotic massage. more tags on ao3.

Trouble is afoot and it will be a long evening for the White Knight.

The White Knight has been in the Queen’s service for more than half his life. He currently stands beside her royal majesty in the throne room, bearing witness to the thorn in the Queen’s side. A thorn he will be called upon to remove.

Whether he was pushing miscreants from the kingdom with his blade, doling out punishments on behalf of the Queen, or sating her majesty’s sexual desires, the White Knight fulfilled his responsibilities every day of his life. However such consistency was not common in all of the Queen's loyal subjects.

This spy in particular, a faun with broad shoulders and a nervous smile, a tufted little goatee and soft, folded ears. He has a penchant for distracting the castle guards with jovial questions about their favorite snacks. He has often derailed the White Knight's retinue from their duties with gossip from the latest winter festival.

Mr. Tammus had come into the Queen’s service only a few short years ago. The White Knight had been on assignment looking for allies to enlist to the Queen’s service. He’d ventured into the western mountains, seeking the brawn of a clan of minotaurs. It was there that he discovered Mr. Tammus beguiling the clan leader and her grandfather with a musical jig. Mr. Tammus had accidentally broken a curse that had fouled their young with human-features. Mr. Tammus could have asked for anything from the grateful clan but instead requested only shelter and their undivided attention while he performed his latest song.

Upon witnessing Mr. Tammus’ charm on the minotaurs firsthand, the White Knight knew the faun would prove useful for the Queen’s service.

Tammus indeed proved to be a valuable asset with eyes and ears in the community and borderlands, able to strike up friendships all due to his cherub-like face and penchant for outlandish tales that could enchant anyone with ears. He found secrets and gossip in the unlikeliest of places that was useful to the Queen and her royal guard.

Yet there are times where the faun’s flightiness has tested the Queen's patience.

Which is why Mr. Tammus is currently on his knees and bowing, snowmelt slipping from his hair onto the floor. read on ao3

[breannasfluff]

What Binds Us

There are a lot of places Danny could go for help. Tucker’s, until Danny’s parents think to call the house. Sam’s, for at least 24 hours until her parent’s notice. Vlad's for a full week if he resigns himself to some blackmail. Jazz, if she wasn’t on a semester-long study abroad for college halfway around the world. 

There are also a lot of places Danny shouldn’t go. Metropolis with Superman and Supergirl, believing the law will always be just. Washington DC with its tiny population and resident Wonder Woman. Gotham City with Batman, a low tolerance for metahumans, and a high crime rate. 

Danny picked Gotham City–specifically Crime Alley. 

The multiple vigilantes in the city shouldn’t pose a problem; they are normal humans. No superpowers to contend with when he’s trying to hide. As long as Danny lays low and doesn’t rob a bank, no one should notice him. Most importantly, the Ghost Investigation Ward has no base in the city, unlike Metropolis or DC. 

As a half-ghost and teen hero, Danny’s not too worried about staying safe in Crime Alley. By the Ancients, he defeated Pariah Dark and went toe-to-toe with Mayor Vlad. He’s ready for anything the street can throw at him.

It’s this attitude that landed him in his current situation, sitting in a free clinic with a bleeding bullet wound to the arm.

Maybe he underestimated Gotham City.

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[misscalming]

(Spock got completely fucking wiped out while in a small tinny boat and is living his best “castaway” (2001) life rn ) (( edit: excerpt from my fic ))

[endwersed]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged in a little while ago by the amazing @patolemus & @hellameyers 🤗

I'm currently working on editing chapter 5 of the poets are right, which I'll be posting in a couple of days - so here's a snippet from that!

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“Did you think I was hot when we first met?” Stiles asks.

The huff of laughter that pushes out from between Derek’s smiling mouth is entirely ball-busted, and the tips of his ears quickly colour a soft red in the low, warm light of the room. Stiles’ lips pull into an instant grin back at him.

“Yeah,” Derek says.

“Really?” Stiles presses, finding way too much joy in this. “You thought I was a hot little piece of omega ass, right off the bat?”

“Really,” Derek echoes easily, one arm folding behind his head while the other skims light fingers up and down Stiles’ side. “It wasn’t so much a fight or flight instinct as it was a fight or... fuck.”

Barking out a loud laugh, Stiles gleefully peers up at him, at the easy confession of immediate attraction falling from Derek’s lips. His heartrate picks up excitedly as he wriggles closer into the solid heat of Derek’s body.

“Too bad the fight won out that time,” Stiles laments.

Derek hums, lifting a hand to cup gently at the back of Stiles’ neck.

“Too bad,” he agrees, before lifting both eyebrows. “Did you think I was hot when we first met?”

“Obviously,” Stiles scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I thought you were hot before we met, dude. You know that already.”

And he does. As embarrassing it was at the time to admit out loud, to the object of his one-sided affection for so many anonymous years, he did tell Derek. That particular secret was shared not too long into this thing between them, spilling all about this crush he has had ever since he first discovered photographs of the ultimate alpha heart-throb Derek Hale in some teen magazine or other.

Derek took it like a champ. Actually, he took it like an incredibly smug bastard – but that was only to be expected. Learning that the person you like just as much as they like you, has actually liked you a hell of a lot longer than you have even known that person existed, well... Stiles can see how something like that might go straight to your head.

Tamping down on the urge to swat that self-satisfied smirk right off of Derek’s face, Stiles settles on leaning up to kiss it into something more dazed and breathless, instead. When he pulls back, he feels a thrill of satisfaction at the utterly glazed over look in Derek’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Stiles lets himself continue, head tipping to one side. “If only you hadn’t gone and ruined it the first time you opened your mouth by being a fucking asshole.”

Derek breathes out yet another ball-busted laugh. His fingers slide through the short hairs at the back of Stiles’ head, nails scratching lightly into Stiles’ scalp, as he takes the – entirely true, and entirely deserved – insult on the chin. He quickly lists forwards to kiss Stiles yet again, softly and soundly.

“I like to think I’ve made up for it since then,” he says quietly.

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[fractalkiss]

tierno

[new fic] fernando/lance, explicit, ferrari au inspired by @penaltyboxboxbox's fanart

"Be gentle with him," Fernando finally says. (Or: a remix and side B to history)

excerpt:

"You kept thinking we met in 2012," Lance says. He keeps his hands folded over his lap, his shoulder blades pressed into the lawn chair for long enough that he straightens up in his seat and stifles a yawn. The sky stretches endlessly above them, sun pouring over their arms and bare knees. The condensation from a cold beer can drips from Lance's palm. Fernando's expression twitches like he wants to scowl. "If meeting in 2012 was true, then you win that kart race, no?" "Man," Lance says, tailing off into a whine, wipes his hand over his shirt. Fernando won that one. That wouldn't have changed.

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