#sal's snippets

[salllzy]

The omega #5

Building a nest was not something that he liked to do often, even when he had a heat, he didn't build a nest. There was no reason to. Sarah was an adult and therefore had no need for a nest; many would say that he was repressing that part of himself. When that wasn't true. Omegas only made nests when they felt safe, hence why he hadn't made one and nor did he have the inclination to do so. The last time either of them had built a nest was when Sarah had been a preteen. Regardless of what others thought. Alastor knew how his biology worked. He didn't need some quack telling him what to do. Even when they had been human, the supposed 'omega' experts knew fuck all and it showed, any omega wort their salt knew how to build nest and when it was time to build nest. Omegans didn't build nests willy-nilly and for the fun of it. So, sitting here listening to some supposed 'expert'? It was a waste of time, energy and his sanity. Alastor had far more important things to be doing, such as finding out who had revealed to Hell that he was an omega and what they wanted to gain from it. Alastor would have said Vox and the rest of the Vees had done so, but there was no gloating from the Vees, if anything? They had been quiet. Alastor glared at the supposed 'expert' who was still staring at him, waiting for him to build a nest. Without a word, he disappeared through the shadows; he didn't care what the rest of the Pride Ring, Hell or the inhabitants of the hotel thought.

He was not going to build a nest just because he had been told to do so. A nest was a private and privileged thing; it was something that one did with family, loved ones and those that they trusted. It was not a party trick. Alastor knew that he would have to deal with Charlie and the rest of them trying to make him fit what an omega should be, the only ones that weren't forcing their ideals on him and Sarah were the rest of the Sinners. If anything, they were angry at the way that Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer and the hellborns were treating them, and Alastor knew that it was going to lead to problems. Sinner omegas were nothing like hellborn omegas, and they never would be, and no matter how many experts they brought in or told I'm that he wasn't behaving as an omega should be. Was going to change that. He had been a human omega. He had lived through the Great Depression and one of the world wars, or as it was known at the time, The Great War. Alastor had suffered, Sarah had suffered, and it wasn't just them. Many Sinners remembered the horror stories about omegas, about the tortures that they had endured and the things that they had been forced to go through. Hellborn omegas had never had to endure any of it, and trying to force him and Sarah into a mould that clearly didn't fit? Was beyond cruel. However, he knew that Charlie, Lucifer and Vaggie were not going to listen. At all. The only one who knew what they had been through was Stolas, and even then, it had taken Stolas swearing an Oath with Sarah before either of them even began to talk about what they had gone through. Those who lived in the hotel hadn't earned it, and he wasn't going to bare his soul to them. They were not pack, and it was becoming clear to him and Sarah that they never would be.

It was time to think about moving on. His and Sarah's safety had to come first.

[yuesya]

A startled shout rips its way out of Imunlaukr’s throat, and he scrambles to escape from the deluge of ice and snow thundering down upon them all.

Decarabian had warned them that it would be dangerous –but not all had heeded their warning. Imunlaukr among them; as the one who’d entreated for the god to come to Sal Vindagnyr to save them, he felt that… he had a duty, to remain and see things through to the end.

And of the Mondstadtian knights who followed Decarabian, there were also those who continued to press onwards at their god’s side. Decarabian had not spoken any further after their warning, allowing them to make their own choice.

Which was a curious thing –ordinarily, a god would simply order those who followed them when they perceived ‘human foolishness,’ but from what he had seen Decarabian had never–

“RUN FASTER!” A sharp voice barks into his ear, causing Imunlaukr to jolt slightly from the sudden volume and close proximity of it. Knight-Captain Gerhard grabs his arm, yanking him along, “The mountain is–!”

With an earth-shaking, thunderous groan, the entire cavern collapses on top of them–

Or it would’ve, if a sudden Anemo-laced wind had not swept them off their feet and blasted them through the crumbling ice and stone, dumping them out on the open snowy mountainside.

Heart pounding heavily in his chest and gasping as the icy wind of the biting air cuts into his face, Imunlaukr immediately looks upwards into the sky.

Decarabian floats in the air, long black hair whipping out wildly behind them as the winds howl around them. They raise their blade, and swing down–

And the Divine Nail splits.

Imunlaukr sees it.

With a thunderous crack that echoes in the land around them, the Divine Nail splits into three separate sections. The backlash of it blows outwards like an invisible pulse of pressure, sending Imunlaukr crashing to the ground amid the sudden blizzard that picks up sharply –most certainly not a coincidence, not with this timing.

The Divine Nail trembles, and the entire mountain shakes with it.

Decarabian throws their arm back in a flinging motion, and with another pulse of powerful Anemo energy, proceeds to scatter the shattered pieces of the Divine Nail.

Hope, joyous and wild, races through Imunlaukr at the sight–

But from the cavernous fissure from where the Divine Nail had pierced down deep into the ground, there is suddenly a fountain of some –some strange, dark energy that rises in its place. The black-violet energy surges up, engulfing Decarabian entirely–

“No–!”

–and a massive pillar of lightning strikes down from the heavens, directly where Decarabian had once been. Directly atop the dark energy, smothering it just as it had swallowed Decarabian in turn.

Even from this distance, despite the wind and snow, Imunlaukr feels as if he’s being scorched. His eyes shut reflexively, for it’s too bright to watch–

And when it clears, when everything is still and silent again… there’s nothing.

Nothing.

…

Imunlaukr scrambles to his feet, and starts running. Half a heartbeat later, the Knight-Captain is racing behind him, both of them running towards the yawning pit once occupied by the Divine Nail, where Decarabian had vanished.

Decarabian– Had they–?

“My Lord!”

Imunlaukr pauses at the edge of the newly-formed ravine splitting the ground; Knight-Captain Gerhard, however, has zero compunctions about leaping in without a thought. The man pulls out his sword and drives it into the side of the pit as he falls, reducing the speed of his rapid descent ever so slightly as he chases after his god.

Imunlaukr grits his teeth, and follows.

It’s a dangerous, bumpy path down. Imunlaukr acquires several new injuries in the process, but perseveres. And at the very bottom of this rocky pit–

Decarabian.

Imunlaukr had thought that he would finally be able to breathe a sigh of relief upon finding the god, but…

But Decarabian is unconscious. There is no trace of that strange dark energy lingering anywhere anymore, but they’re unconscious, and–

There’s something strange happening to them. Their body is shrinking–

No, not just shrinking. It’s like they’re growing younger, the body of a youth becoming that of a young child once more. Their ink-black hair is changing color, shifting into ever-lighter shades of gray and becoming white by the end of it all.

Imunlaukr watches, frozen and stunned by the inexplicable sight in front of him, as Decarabian becomes a child.

The reflection of a god’s image… is also a representation of their power. Typically, a god who has reached maturity and is in the prime of their power wears the form of a youth, or adult. So for Decarabian to change like this, for Sal Vindagnyr–

“… No.” The utterance is soft, quiet. It slips from Imunlaukr’s lips without him even realizing it, not until the quiet whisper of No echoes back at him from the rocky cavern. “I… I never thought…”

“Save your words.” The Knight-Captain’s voice is frigid, severe. Imunlaukr dips his head, understanding the man’s cold rage. “What you just saw here –you must not utter a word of it to anyone. Do you understand?”

… Because Decarabian is a god of battle. The Great Hunter, who protects their people from dangerous monsters, and is the sworn enemy of Andrius, the Lord of Beasts. If it were to become known that Decarabian had been so severely weakened and was in a vulnerable state…!

Why?

Why did you do it? We… the people of Sal Vindagnyr aren’t your worshipers, nor your followers. So why would you… for Sal Vindagnyr… pay such a steep price?

…

“I understand,” Imunlaukr grips his hands into fists. “I and my entire bloodline, for as long as we exist in this world, will serve and protect Lord Decarabian and Mondstadt. This I so swear.”

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

thank you to everyone who's been tagging me, I've been slacking on posting here and keeping up with my notifs lmao but I appreciate y'all <3

sooo... did someone say post-bucktommy-break-up saltommy? 👀 (btw they're just friends here, no romantic feelings, just an unhealthy way to deal with shit for both of them lmao)

___

“You okay?” He asks quietly, his grip firm, genuine concern in his face. Tommy must look like hell. 

“No.” Tommy admits, managing a crooked smile. “Not at all.” He turns fully towards Sal, his arm falling out of his grasp. Tommy takes a step forward, into Sal’s space. “Why do you think I’m here at this hour?” 

“Tommy.” Sal says, a hint of warning in his voice when Tommy takes another step into Sal’s personal space. “You know how it goes. It won’t make you feel any better.”

“I don’t care. Just- just shut up and kiss me.” Tommy gets so close their lips almost touch, his hands landing on Sal’s hips. “Please, Sal. If you- if you really don’t want to, don’t want me, just say a word and I’ll leave.” Tommy promises, though he doesn’t think he could handle a rejection well right now, when he’s already at his lowest. “But I need- I need you. Please.” He knows he sounds desperate, that’s because he really fucking is. He needs to feel something that’s not pain and heartache and sadness and so much self-hatred he could drown in it. For just a moment, he needs to feel good, at least physically. And it’s a guarantee with Sal.

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[setmeatopthepyre]

Mustache

[ @118dailydrabble day 67] [tommy begins snippets] [118 words]

“What the hell got into Cap today?” Sal mutters, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

Howie shrugs. “Pissed that he has to find someone to replace Eli?”

“I don’t know,” Tommy says, keeping his voice low. “He didn’t exactly put in the effort to find a second paramedic until Eli trained you for it.”

“So he just doesn’t trust me to do it alone, what a shocker.”

“Well, whatever it is, he’s walking around like a man on a mission,” Sal says.

Howie sighs. “And we can only wonder what that mission is.”

“To boldly go where no mustache has gone before?” Tommy suggests, earning him a bright laugh from Howie.

Sal groans. “You two gotta boldly get out.”

[apollabarnes]

wip wednesday

tagged by @beanarie

no title, no context, and apologies to the singer who's real story about florida i co-opted and changed for a joke. (i don't know if he tells this story a lot, if it sounds familiar and you know who it is i might kiss you on the mouth.)

"You'll notice that we have a few new faces with us this time. Unfortunately, we've lost Hen to a rival band. I know, she wants to hang out with her fiancee," Tommy said, laughing along with the crowd. "But you may have noticed her doing keys and bass for our great opener, Karen Wilson!" The cheers were deafening and he held up his hands, urging them on. "Karen's spending the whole tour with us, so if your friends couldn't make it tonight, do them a favour and let them know the rest of our schedule." Tommy winked and everyone cheered louder. "You all know Sal, he's been putting up with my sorry ass for longer than either of us cares to remember. Eddie is taking over for Hen, and doing a fantastic job." The venue's photographer cheered at that in between snapping photos, and Tommy grinned to himself. "Behind the scenes, we've got a new manager — everyone say hi to Bobby!" Bobby glared at Tommy as Ravi pushed him out onto the stage, quickly smiling as he turned to wave at the crowd. Hi Bobby! the crowd roared, and Tommy beamed. God, he loved being on stage. "So I know you're all wondering how we got a new manager," Tommy crooned, stepping closer to the microphone. "We've got time for a story, right?" Sal snorted and Eddie reached for the baseball hat, jamming it on top of his head. Bobby escaped off the stage while everyone was distracted. "Eddie's got his I'm Not A Part Of This hat on because, well, this happened before he joined. Last year we were touring in Florida, and — no judgement, right? we don't do that here — I asked everyone if they had watched porn down there. You know, because they have to put their license in? Dead silence. So I say—" Tommy paused for dramatic effect, letting the crowd laugh. "—I guess that's just the gay porn, then!" Uproarious laughter. "And that's how I accidentally killed our last manager by giving him a heart attack. Nah," he continued, talking over the cheers and laughter. "But that is how I got us fired by our homophobic manager." He leaned forward, stroking his hand down the mic stand with a wink out over the crowd. "Anyway, here's Wonderwall. Kidding! I think Oasis might slap me with a cease and desist if I led into their song with that story. This next one is a deep cut for those of you who've been listening to us the whole time, please sing along if you know it."

no pressure tagging @setmeatopthepyre @ambernotember @sad-girl-hours23

[mesopelagos]

long-overdue revamp to my boys designs <3 also switched out one of emmet’s team members. 

[donovankinard]

bestie, wake up - new snippet from my "travelin soldier" vietnam war bucktommy au just dropped!

Corporal Ransone gives them a briefing on the process, has them all up at first light to pack away the few things that have spread – webbing like spiders across the space, pinned-up photographs and newspaper clippings and letters from wives and girlfriends, cigarette cases on the shelves beside the bunks – before leading them, and their small, tightly-packed bags, out to the lot. There’s two of the green army buses, both exactly like the one Tommy came in on; dingy and loud, as the men file into them, smelling like sweat and tobacco and a little of petrol. Sal steps up to Tommy’s side and they toss their packs by their feet, shifting against the cool leather of the seats. “You ready for this, T?” Sal leans forward, looking past Tommy out the window at the camp with a short grin; the last of the men step up through the doors, right at the front of the bus, finding the last few rows of seats.  Tommy takes a deep breath, trying to push down the nausea that’s been pressing in his gut all day; Sal’s expression isn’t eager, not quite, but it’s content, and Tommy doesn’t feel the same reflected on his own. Regardless, he swallows, right as he hears the bus doors close, letting out a dry, brittle laugh. I’m going to war. “Born ready, Salvatore. Born ready.”

coming soon to ao3!

[mirrors-writing]

WIP Fanfic snippet - spoilers for The House in the Cerulean Sea and also spoilers for the fanfic itself, because I like to write backward. Oh and the angst warning here is palpable (this is one of the most melancholy moments in the fic, though i do try to match the tone of the books) ---

“Curiously, no one else got sick,” Arthur said, “and while Theodore recovered in a matter of days, your health only continued to decline.”

“And that’s why I’m here,” Linus noted.

Arthur nodded. “Yes…” He trailed off, averting his gaze to the closed door, then back to Linus. Something in Arthur’s tone terrified Linus in an existential way. It was a fear he’d only felt once in his life, mere inches away from a vehicle that had come to a sudden stop before him. He’d been nine, and was crossing the street after getting off school. He must have failed to look both ways. He thought of that hook from his dream, that dream which was still ringing vivid in his head, and how desperately that creature he’d made rampaged, destroying the tether with the desperation of a dying animal. “Do you want to know what it was?” Arthur asked, breaking Linus out of his thoughts. Arthur was leaned back, head cocked and arms crossed. He was staring with that intellectual expression he wore when he was deliberately guiding their children to an answer they’d had yet to consider. He hadn’t seen that look in a while, and was surprised to find it directed at him. Beyond the surprise, a deep, boundless curiosity, for it was clear to Linus then that Arthur knew something he didn’t.

“What was it?” Linus asked.

“A flu,” Arthur responded simply. “I’ve not memorized the exact string of numbers and letters, but that’s neither here nor there. What is important is that this flu is only symptomatic for specific beings.” Arthur gave him a moment for the information to settle. Linus considered his choice of word. ‘Beings’. Had he and Theodore been ill with the same flu? That was odd, given their biological inconsistencies.

“Humans… and wyverns…?” Linus asked, trying to piece together the connection.

“One of those is correct.”

This only proved to further Linus’s confusion.

Arthur began to list the ‘beings,’ then, starting with Theodore, and holding a finger up for each one, counting them off. “Wyverns, wyrms, serpents, drakes, amphipteres, salamanders, select reptilian shifters and descendents of specific deities,” and finally, with a significant and purposeful pause, “dragons.” Again, Arthur waited a moment, studying Linus.

“But,” Linus said, a curious pang radiating through his body, “I’m not any of those things.”

Arthur released a long breath, eyes closed. “I’m afraid, my dear, that you’ve been misled.” His voice was so utterly sad, and so, so gentle, like he was grieving something on his behalf that Linus couldn’t quite grasp yet. It broke Linus’s heart to hear such a tone from his husband, regardless of what for, and he found he was struggling not to cry.

[oh-no-another-idea]

7 snippets 7 people V

Tagged by the brilliant @author-a-holmes, thank you very much! <3 Have some scenes from my royal taster wip...🎏

1.

“But you’re so young,” Sal said worriedly, leaning forward. “Don’t you want to live your life to its fullest?”

The taster pushed the egg drop soup to her. “And you’re one of the candidates for prince’s potential betrothed. What caused you to throw away your life?”

Sal frowned down at her soup.

2.

His name was Anaar.

He was there twice a day; breakfast was congee porridge and fried egg, left outside in a pavilion for them if the sun was shining, carried up to their room if the weather was bad. But both lunch and dinner were served in the great hall, and almost as soon as Sal and the others had sat, the servers would flutter past with trays, and on their heels, the tasters.

3.

The ocean was a world of coral and fish, crabs and seaweed. Sal lost track of all time, chasing Anaar’s sun-browned feet through colonies of minnows, the jet black ink of a startled octopus, the sharp and jagged cliffs of rock.

Underwater, she was weightless. Underwater she was only a pair of eyes, observing, observing. There was no one observing her. She was free again.

4.

“Loren’s been poisoned,” Sal pointed out. “Anaar and the others might have too.”

“Shut up, Sal,” Anaar said, stumbling back to give a medic more room. He pushed her out of the way, and she darted right back.

If no one was going to listen, she’d just do it herself. The medic let her in as she shoved her way through the box of herbs.

“Sal, you embarrass yourself,” Master Li chided.

She located a vial of antidote. Turning, she ran back, smacking up against Anaar’s front. “Take it,” she begged while Loren died slowly behind her. “Please, Anaar. Take it.”

5.

For lunchtime, she hid out in the gardens. There were peaches hanging heavily in their trees, and Sal plucked them and ate them down to the pit, thinking quietly that if someone had bothered inject poison into them, she’d die gladly and let them congratulate themselves on a meticulous job well done.

 At dinner, Sal sat quietly in her seat until they brought her food in, and then sent the servers away. “I’m not hungry,” she said, even though the smells wafting across the room made her stomach crinkle in envy. The servers blinked twice, shrugged, and left.

When Anaar sat, there was nothing but Sal’s teapot in front of him.

6.

Over by the open windows, the medic Li Na looked up from her scroll. “Hello, Sal,” she said, voice like a curving willow tree. “Can I help you?”

Sal displayed her cut knee. “Please?”

Li Na made a dismayed noise and rose to help Sal sit on a low stool. Sal sat and watched as her knee was cleaned, soaked in oils, and redressed. Li Na hummed as she worked, quiet melodies that Sal recognized from somewhere she couldn’t place.

7.

“Every month I grow closer to the prince,” Sal said. “Every inch closer puts you in more danger. I’ve already told you, I want you to move—Jinhai can get you a posting wherever you like—you can be a fisherman like you’ve always wanted, or a glassblower, or do the laundry, I don’t care. Something safer.”

Anaar’s arms tightened. “Can a laundry boy consort with one of the royal brides?”

“Don’t call me that. And you know you can. I don’t care who you are.”

“You care that I’m near you.”

🐇 No pressure tags for @space-writes @kaiusvnoir @cljordan-imperium @blind-the-winds @outpost51 @hbxplain and @hd-literature :)

[salllzy]

Sal's snippets #52 #2

It was clear to anyone with working eyes that there was something up with the Radio Demon; he was more aggressive than normal, and even the Vees were wary of crossing him when he was like this. Valentino was currently regrowing three of his arms, and he was making it everyone's problem. Angel had kissed Alastor when Valentino had said that there would be no recording for a week; Alastor had almost killed Angel for the stunt. Still, the changes that the Radio Demon had undergone was impossible to miss, and a lot of demons were staying out of his way and his gaze; no one wanted to be on the receiving end of his wrath. No one wanted to be compared to Vox. Just as no one wanted to be a special guest on one of his special broadcasts. Even those who lived at the hotel were not spared from his change in attitude. Charlie had tried a couple of times to approach him, but she was never able to catch him. That didn't mean that she was going to give up. Vaggie had mentioned that Alastor had upgraded the wards on his room, and that had worried her. What if Alastor was doing something dangerous and could possibly damage the hotel and those that lived in it? So she took Keekee and entered his room. Charlie knew that she was crossing a line and one that she wouldn't be able to come back from. she spotted movement from the corner of her eye, and she turned around. There was nothing there. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched; she knew that there was someone else in the room with her. She whirled around and caught sight of red, and she reached out and tried to grab it. She knew that Alastor was keeping something in his room! The next time she reached out, she successfully grabbed hold of something. There was a scream, and she felt something bite her hand. She yelped and dropped whatever she had in her hand. "And what do you think you are doing?" She turned round and gulped; she had never seen Alastor look so angry before, and he had most certainly never directed it at her. "I asked for one thing and one thing only. Privacy." Alastor loomed over her, and she had never felt so small in her life. Then, a sniffling sound was heard, and Charlie felt something form in her stomach. Alastor stopped looming over her and walked to where the sound was coming from. When Alastor next emerged, he was carrying a small child in his arms, his lips were twisted in a snarl, and she knew that if he could kill her? He would. The feeling that had formed in her stomach grew worse as she looked at the way that one of the child's arms was dangling uselessly by her side. Charlie swallowed the bile that had risen up her throat. She had done that. "Leave." The world was snarled, and she wasted no time in running from the room. Green symbols were all around Alastor as he glitched. His eyes turned to his daughter, and he knew that he had no other option but to take her to Zestial. He had experience with dealing with such injuries, and while he would rather go to Rosie, Rosie was currently dealing with a dispute in cannibal Town and was going to be unavailable for several days. With one last snarl, they disappeared into the shadows.

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Several sentences basically Wednesday

I was tagged by @firehose118 and kept saying "I need to do that" over and over for like two days, I'm the worssssst. But I also just wrote a breeding kink fic, so here's a snippet:

“Do you want kids?”

Tommy's eyebrows shoot up, and he just sort of freezes. “I—didn't we already talk about this? I do. Not right now, obviously, but one day. Do you not? Anymore? With me?”

Buck scrambles to sit up straight on the couch, realizing he's basically just lit a fuse on a potential bomb. “I do! I do, I haven't—no, nothing's changed there. One day, yeah. But I just wanted to know, because you've been kind of…weird?”

“‘Weird’?” Tommy repeats, turning to face Buck more. “How so?”

He scratches the back of his neck and shrugs. “When we're out and I start paying attention to a kid or when we're with Jee and Danny. I don't know, you get this look on your face and you just get a bit….”

“Weird?” Tommy guesses, and Buck huffs out a laugh, nodding. “Okay, so I thought I had a way better poker face. I guess I don't, and now we're going to talk about this. Sal said something when we took the kids to the beach that’s just sort of gotten stuck in my brain.”

Buck scoots closer, still sitting sideways on the couch, but now his knee is pressed to Tommy’s thigh. “What did he say? Was it—”

“Nothing bad,” Tommy reassures him, closing his eyes and digging his palms into them with a laugh. “He, uh, he said that it’s lucky you can’t get pregnant, because the way I was looking at you, I would’ve put a baby in you already.”

“O…kay?” Buck is confused why that would be a bad thing. They've talked about wanting kids together, just not yet.

“And so all I can think about now,” Tommy says, his hands dropping back onto his lap, “is wanting to do that.”

Buck blinks until it clicks. “Oh! So when you see me with a kid now—”

“All I can think about is how bad I want to—yep,” Tommy says, clapping his hands on his thighs and moving to stand. Buck puts his leg over Tommy’s lap to stop him and then slides over until he’s straddling his thighs. “Okay, I’m going to guess that this isn’t weird for you.”

He puts his arms over his boyfriend’s shoulders and leans in, already feeling the blood rush to his dick. “Tommy,” he whispers, his lips close to his boyfriend’s earlobe, “are you saying you want to breed me?”

Tagging @exhaustedpirate @ladyeyrewrites @rimatsu and anyone else who wants to do this!

[leashybebes]

fuck it friday

snippet from a 5+1 learning things about each other fic i'm working on. also, sal is here. hi sal!

As soon as he steps out of the Jeep, Buck narrowly avoids getting taken out at the ankles by someone's wheeled suitcase. "Still love LA?" 

"C'mon, baby, leading question. No one loves airports."

"I missed you," Buck says, and it's like the six hour flight just melts off of Tommy immediately, his eyes going soft and that beautiful, crinkly smile Buck loves so much spreading across his face.

"I missed you, too."

There's a grunt from behind them as Sal hoists a case up into the back of the Jeep. "Sure, you guys carry on, don't worry about me."

"We won't, and also shut up," Tommy says cheerfully, pulling Buck into a quick, warm hug. "I love you. Sorry about this guy."

"Hey, don't apologize for me, I did nothing wrong."

Tommy's eyes flick away from Buck's face for a second. "Don't act like an asshole and I won't have to. Did you thank Evan for picking us up?"

"Sure, whatever, thanks kid."

"Oh, uh. No worries." 

"Great, cool, can we get in the fucking car and get out of here?" Sal asks, from where he's already settling into the back seat. 

It's probably entirely to annoy Sal, but Buck doesn't object when Tommy pulls him in for a soft kiss.

"I really did miss you," Tommy says, one finger hooking into Buck's belt loop to pull him closer.

"Yeah? Not gonna leave me for the east coast any time soon?"

"Ew."

Buck fits his thumb to the cleft in Tommy's chin and steals another kiss. He opens his mouth to say something disgustingly sappy and is interrupted by the sound of the Jeep's horn blaring.

"I'll kick him out as soon as we get up to speed," Tommy promises.

Buck pats Tommy's chest, carefully doesn't let his hands wander. He likes Sal - he thinks - but he hasn't quite got a read on him yet, so he opts not to irritate him more than they already have. 

"C'mon. The sooner we get in the car the sooner I can get you home."

This time Tommy's smile is small and sly. "Promises, promises."

Once they're sat next to each other in the front of the Jeep, Buck lets himself look at Tommy because it's not like they're going anywhere any time soon. He looks tired, but he looks good too, because of course he does.

"How was the flight?"

Tommy makes an unhappy noise. "Honestly, I fucking hate flying."

"What?"

"Commercially. As a passenger."

"Oh, someone has control issues," Buck jokes as he manages to nudge the Jeep forward a little.

"That can't honestly come as a surprise to you," Tommy says.

"Come on, guys, there's other people present."

"Shut up, Sal, you're not people," Tommy says absently. The passenger seat jerks as Sal kicks it, and Tommy reaches back without looking to slap at him. "Don't fuck with my boyfriend's car, you animal."

Buck grins. Sure, the pickup area at LAX is a nightmare, and the theoretical thirty minute journey is probably going to be more like ninety, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

[geddyqueer]

⭐⭐⭐ literally anything of yours *chinhands*

well, RC, you're getting a snippet from something i haven't published yet (and won't for quite a while, because it's, like, fifth in line). this is meant to be read in tandem with the (also unpublished) chimtommy fic, but it's bucktommy; these two and a third are all going to take place in the same universe, several years apart from each other. i'm not sure whether i want to keep this in buck's POV or not, so consider this a crowdsourcing appeal:

"They named him after Chimney's sort-of brother," Buck explains. "They grew up together. They actually joined the fire academy together, and Kevin—"

"Yeah, I knew Kevin."

"Wait, what?"

Tommy looks up from dancing a stuffed raccoon in front of Baby Kevin's face. "I knew Kevin. I marched in his funeral."

"Oh," Buck says. He hadn't anticipated that. "Really?"

"That was… '06? '07? They all kinda run together. He was a good dude. Really funny. Absolutely killed at karaoke." Tommy goes back to twirling the raccoon, even though the baby's eyes probably aren't developed enough to track it. "I went to something like 8 funerals that year."

Buck checks behind him; Jee's still enthralled in her coloring book. "That's—a lot. Grandparents and stuff? Or—or other firefighters?"

"Kevin," Tommy says, counting on the fingers that aren't holding the raccoon. "My probie. Three guys I served with. My grandma, my friend Sal's mom, and a guy from the 122."

"Wow." Buck watches him for a minute. The baby reaches out and touches Tommy's hand with his little fingers and Tommy stills. "Did—did you say your probie?"

[xtarmanderx]

If you feel like Smut, "Tommy teaches Buck to give a blowjob", Fluff "Buck and Tommy's first dance", Angst "Buckley parents come to town" 🙂

Okay so I really wanted to write snippets for all three. However, because I’ve technically written the first and the last one, I decided to focus on the middle one instead. I hope you can forgive me!! ❤️❤️❤️ (Plus I do think I want to write both of those again in new ways, so they’re saved for future reference!!)

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“Hey, sweetheart.” Tommy’s voice greets him over his shoulder and Buck tilts his head up expectantly, beaming as Tommy’s lips press up against his birthmark. “I’m sorry that took so long.”

“You were his best man, of course they wanted pictures with you.” Buck shrugs and offers his plate. “Crab puff?”

“God, yes. I’m starving.” Tommy says, picking up two and popping them into his mouth. Buck’s not entirely sure he chews them before he swallows. “Make any new friends?” He asks, sliding an arm around Buck’s waist and pressing into his side.

“Jenkins from the 133 is here, I said hello to him and his wife. And-and Gina’s cousin, Tori? She hit on me.” Buck says, feeling the flush rise to his cheeks. Tommy hums, looking across the crowd, and he tips his head.

“She your type?” He asks, sliding his hand indecently lower and groping Buck’s ass.

“No,” Buck groans and swats at Tommy’s shoulder, “I told her I’m a happily taken man.”

“Oh, are you now?” Tommy lowers his voice and gently nips at his ear.

“How many shots of tequila did you do with Sal?” Buck asks, laughing. “Baby, you gotta stop touching me-“

“I don’t want to.” Tommy pouts and nuzzles against the crook of his neck. The soft scrape of his stubble sends shivers down Buck’s spine. “Feel like I haven’t seen you all night.”

“It’s been an hour at most.” Buck rolls his eyes and Tommy hums into his skin. His tongue flicks out, teasing, and Buck has to step away and put a few inches of space between them. “Thomas, I am not getting thrown out of here because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Sal wouldn’t dare. I’m the reason he and Gina are still together. Vow renewal was my idea.” Tommy grumbles. Buck’s sure one of those statements is true, he’s just not sure which one. “Fine,” he sighs when Buck doesn’t sway back into his hold again. “At least dance with me? Let me touch you then?”

“Only in public appropriate areas.” Buck grins and Tommy nods, his gaze immeasurably soft when Buck meets it.

“Anything for you, baby.” Tommy says. “You mad it took this long to get to our first dance?”

“Are you kidding?” Buck asks, turning and cupping Tommy’s cheek to cradle it into his palm. “Tommy, I don’t care that we didn’t dance at my sister’s wedding. All I care about is getting a dance with you.” He tells him earnestly.

“Good.” In the blink of an eye, Tommy has set Buck’s plate on the table closest to them and taken both of his hands. “Music should be starting up any minute. The guy was fixing some cords after the announcement.” He says, leading Buck over to the dance floor where a few other couples are mingling.

[quintessenceofdust88]

Fuck it Friday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard, @agentpeggycartering, @laundryandtaxesworld and @fairytalegonewronga03 (thank you so much lovelies!! ♥) Here's a snippet of chapter 5 of Tsunami Fic!

It’s been three days since the tsunami, and Tommy is finally ready to let Vivie out of his sight for more than ten minutes; they’ve spent pretty much all of their time at home as both her and Sal recover from it all, physically and emotionally. Sal’s been staying with them, and Tommy’s insisting he stays until his medical leave is over in a week.  

But now Tommy needs to go for his first shift since everything happened, and he’s pretty sure Sal is having a harder time with it than Vivie. While his daughter is happily lying on the floor, her socked feet swinging in the air as she colors a piece of paper, his best friend is eyeing Tommy warily from where he’s sitting on the couch, as he ties his shoes. 

“Tommy”, he mutters. “Are you sure you want to do this? You… I won’t be offended if you get a babysitter or take her to someone else, you know? I… I’d understand after…”

Tommy sighs; he’s tried to blow off every single apology Sal sent his way ever since the tsunami. They’re safe, and Vivie is completely fine, and Tommy doesn’t blame Sal for any of it. But that doesn’t mean Sal is convinced, and Tommy’s starting to think he’ll need an extra hand. 

“Vivie?” He calls. 

“Yeah?” She answers, still focused on her drawing. 

“Do you want Daddy to call someone else to take care of you while I work?” Tommy asks, and that makes her raise her head in alarm. 

“Why?! Is Uncle Sal not okay?! Are you feeling bad, uncle Sal?” She rushes to them, throwing herself in Sal’s lap. He wraps his arms around her, a sheepish smile on his face.

“I’m feeling fine, darlin’, don’t you worry about me.” He tells her, ruffling her hair, and she sighs in relief. “Do… you want me to take care of you?” Sal asks, sounding impossibly insecure, and Vivie glares at him in a way that’s eerily reminiscent of Tommy’s own bitchy expression. 

“Duh, uncle Sal, you’re my favorite uncle. You play the best games and you sing Barbie songs with me!” She tells him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Tommy, in his defense, does his best not to look smug, but he doesn’t think he actually succeeds. As he finishes tying his shoes, he gets up, raising an eyebrow at Sal, who’s glaring at him.

“Well”, Tommy quips, grabbing his car keys. “I guess that settles the matter, doesn’t it? You guys have fun signing Barbie tunes as I go to work. You behave for your uncle, pixie, okay?”

He presses a kiss to Vivie’s forehead, half expecting her to say goodbye to him and cuddle up against Sal. What she does instead is gasp and scramble out of her uncle’s lap, rushing back to her paper. As she grabs it, a healthy amount of glitter falls on the floor, and Tommy doesn’t even want to think about the clean-up. He guesses he could ask Sal to take care of it, but it doesn't seem like a fair thing to the concussed guy. 

“Wait, Daddy!” She says, and then she shoves the card into his hand. “You have to take this!”

Tommy frowns, and looks down at the card. His cheeks instantly blush when he sees the wobbly ‘To: Mr. Evan’ that’s written on the top corner, along with a much neater ‘From: Genevieve’ on the bottom (she’s only five, but she’s already a master at writing her own name, Tommy is proud to say). There’s a very glittery blue heart in the middle, and when Tommy opens the card to take a peak, he sees two sticky figures: Genevieve, holding Marsh, and a bigger one that can only be Evan, based on the blue eyes and the small pink birthmark drawn above one of them.

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Np (real np cause it's barely Friday for me, and I think it's not Friday anymore for a lot of people hehe) tagging @unhingedangstaddict @littlepaws9 @typicalopposite and whoever else would like to join!! ♥

[liminalmemories21]

⭐⭐⭐ (anything, really, but I'd love some of those sweet sweet DVD extras from 911: SG-Yay!)

Legitimately, I think everything made it into that fic. Normally @cecilyv restrains me (goes - yeah, okay this scene ended five paragraphs ago, please stop talking now, and makes everything better) and we have cut scenes that don't make it in. But this time I think we were both too in love with the universe to not put everything in, and absolutely everything found a home.

And, okay, we joke about how I write whatever @cecilyv tells me to - and this is true. But also, SGA was such an enormous part of my life for so long, and I loved it, and getting to participate in that fandom - even 20 years later - is kind of amazing and I love it.

All that being said, I can give you a snippet of the sequel we are (probably?) not writing.

Tommy stares at the list on his tablet, flicks back to the liberty request from two weeks before. And three weeks before that. Pokes the tablet some more. Leans back in his chair, resting his boot on his desk. Picks up the radio, “Sergeant de Luca, over?” 

A few seconds pass, then Sal’s voice over the radio, breathing heavily, “Sir?” 

“In my office, please.” 

“Sir.” Pause. “I’ve got a student.”

“Now, Sergeant.” 

Another pause, and then “Copy, sir.” 

Less than five minutes later, Sal knocks and Tommy waves him inside, gestures for him to sit. Stays leaning back in his chair, because  -- oh, he’s going to enjoy this. Looks down his nose at Sal, taps his tablet. “Liberty again, Sergeant?” 

Sal’s lips twitch slightly, but he says, “Yes, sir?” 

“We working you too hard here?” 

No response. 

“Or did you find something… interesting on the mainland.” De Luca stayed quiet, impassively staring at him. 

Tommy finally gives in. “Who is she, Sergeant?”

“Who is who, sir?” 

Tommy raises an eyebrow, scrolls through the list on his tablet. “I guess you don’t want leave this weekend.” 

Put upon sigh. 

And that’s how Sal is the first one to get married.

*********

Of all the ways that Pegasus has been a learning curve, has been a case in point of making up new protocols, this is probably his favorite. Athosian-Earth Wedding. Dr. Buckley is dealing with the paperwork (inventing the paperwork). He gets to officiate.

Also gets to watch Eddie cross his arms and glare at Sal sternly and ask what his intentions are.

While Elona stands behind Sal looking exasperated with them all. "I am a grown woman, Eddie. You're not even my father." Looks at Sal. "Where did he even get the idea that he had a say in this?"

Sal shifts uncomfortably. "Well, I had to ask someone's permission." Tommy takes in Elona's eyebrow, and winces. Sal sees it too, because he says hastily. "Shit. Not permission. Obviously not permission. Blessing? Is blessing acceptable?"

He kind of wants popcorn.

When Sal gets tired of watching Tommy gloat, he asks pointedly if he should be asking young Doctor Buckley what his intentions are towards Tommy? As Tommy's oldest friend and the closest thing he has to family in this galaxy, and probably in any other if he's being honest. Tommy contemplates it, and contemplates Evan's reaction, and almost (almost) says go for it, just to see what Evan would say.

It's less funny, when Dr Buckley (the elder) holds him back after morning briefing and leans back in her chair and studies him. "So, you and Buck?"

He shifts. "Yes? Ma'am."

"Yes? You're not sure?"

"No. Or yes." Tries again. "No, I'm not unsure. Yes, me and Evan."

Isn't quite sure what the edge of him and Evan are, what the shape of them is yet. But it's something, and he wants it be more of something. And they're taking it slowly.

Well, they're taking the emotional part of it slowly. The rest of it .... well, slow isn't the word he'd use.