May 28, 2025
Teeth of the Valley
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Teeth of the Valley
You, the Garden
For anyone in need of something to read while our beloved archive is in the hospital, I am providing a reader link to my newest Heated Rivalry soulmate fic!
Summary:
Ilya takes Shane's hand. In the delicate webbing between thumb and forefinger, he feels the seed of Shane's soul take hold to build a home in his skin.
He's just not sure that Shane has been seeded in turn.
Complete. Explicit, soulmates/soulmate-identifying marks, angst and fluff, Grigori's A+ parenting, David and Yuna the collective badasses, happy ending
Enjoy!
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White Lies (And Other Hidden Truths)
Buck will say as nonchalantly as he can, ‘I proposed to you, okay?’ And that will be the end of it. Except there are a million different ways he could propose.
Did he and Eddie have a cute little hike? Maybe they were running errands and Buck just popped the question in the cereal aisle while they were arguing over Cheerios and Lucky Charms. He could do it spontaneously at a restaurant or while they were making dinner together. It’s nearly the holidays so maybe he tried to do something really suave and debonair and ended up getting too excited and proposing too soon. Maybe Eddie—
“Buck?” Eddie greets sounding like this isn’t the first time he’s said Buck’s name. “You butt dialed me, man.”
“Did you propose or did I?”
“What?”
“Our story – what’s our story?” Buck winces and runs a hand through his hair. It’s sticky with clamminess and gel and he wipes it on his pants. He chews on his lower lip waiting for Eddie to say something. A part of him is glad he didn’t do this in person, he doesn’t need Eddie to know how much this conversation is making him sweat. It was hard enough choosing a pretend date that they started their fake relationship.
“Oh, uh, Chris can you go set the table?” Eddie says.
“Why there’s only two of us?” Chris grumbles.
Buck can see Chris’ petulant eye roll and the frustrated downturn of Eddie’s lips. His hand hovers near the keys ready to start the car and drive over. There’s movement on the other end of the phone and the sound of creaking.
“Okay, sorry I had to go to the bedroom,” Eddie says.
“So?” Buck presses. “Also why are you eating so late?”
“Chess club ran late.”
“Oh.”
Buck shifts in his seat and lets his hand drop to the gear shift where he takes up a tapping rhythm.
“Um…do you think a story is necessary? I mean, Bobby said he wouldn’t say anything.”
“Eddie! What if he asks us? Just like randomly at work or something. What if he starts pressing us for details because he doesn’t believe us? Everyone loves hearing how people got engaged! Wouldn’t he think it was weird? What if—”
“I get it. Okay, um, do you have a story in mind? I mean, is there – I don’t know – a way you want to propose?”
“I mean I don’t have like specifics or anything but…” Buck bites his lip. The swirl of ideas flutter through like a flipbook, each page growing more and more grandiose.
“What?”
“Well, I’d like to propose,” Buck muttered squeezing his eyes shut. He’s actually really glad Eddie can’t see him.
“Oh!”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course. I just thought – no, yeah, that makes sense.”
“M-Maybe I propose with like – I mean, we’re at dinner at ou – at the house and we’re eating and I just…ask,” Buck stutters.
Eddie’s quiet for a minute before muttering, “That’s, um, that’s okay.”
“What? You don’t like it?”
“No! No! It’s just – I figured you’d want to do something, you know, more…gesture-y. Like a big romantic gesture.”
Buck smiles. “You like simple. You wouldn’t like a big romantic gesture. You’d like, well, a quiet dinner with just us and Chris. Something direct, you know no frills.”
“Yeah…” Eddie breaths out and gulps. “But if I proposed to you—”
“I thought I was—”
“We’d be like doing something. A dinner or a concert or a museum. But I’d wait until it was just the two of us because I’d be too nervous to do one of those crazy elaborate proposals in front of so many people. I mean what if you said no.”
Of course, he wouldn’t say ‘no.’ Marrying Eddie would be – it would be like getting the perfect gift. Something that contains everything he’s always wanted – a family, love, friendship, trust, loyalty. Someone who understands him completely. The proposal would just be all the promises of things to come.
“Eddie, I wouldn’t say no,” Buck whispers carefully, patiently, needing Eddie to understand how he’s physically incapable of saying anything except ‘yes’ to him (except on the crazier ideas like moving to El Paso).
“I—”
“And while I like the big romantic gesture stuff… It’s romantic and – and nice. I’d – I’d want it to be the three of us. That’s what I’d want.”
And while the entire conversation makes Buck feel like he’s sitting on a boat out to sea in a storm, he wishes – he really wishes he could see Eddie’s face to know what he’s thinking. What if he’s overstepped?
It’s dinner, Eddie and Chris at the little dining room table, Buck would come in with lasagna or enchiladas or something else he knows he makes really well. He’d put the ring box on the table and look at Eddie, waiting for him to realize. And Chris would notice first, and Eddie would probably be complimenting Buck’s cooking skills. Chris would nudge him pointedly and once Eddie realized he’d go completely silent. Buck would most definitely cry and Eddie – Eddie would try to hold back, inevitably a tear or 10 would escape.
There’s a loud bang as a garage door opens. One of Maddie and Chimney’s neighbors pull their garbage to the curb, a hunched over older man. Reality strikes and a pang of sorrow prickles his chest.
“I want that too,” Eddie mutters.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Shibari, Miscommunication, not so unrequited longing, Angst, and FOR WHAT, more tags added as we go, will be explicit as heck Summary:
George is willing to do anything for Dream, even apparently getting tied up?
Thank you all for 33,000 my precious sweet angels 💖💖
When the Warmth Hits You
Written for the @sqsupernova
Wordcount: 33k | Rating: Teen & Up | Warnings: None Apply | Relationships: F/F - Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan
With the Evil Queen’s curse finally broken, Storybrooke is quiet. Emma Swan is excited to know her family and smooth the waters with her son Henry’s infuriating, attractive adopted mother. She should have known better.
When a virulent flu arrives, Henry gets sick. Other early victims fall into supernatural comas and fear grips the town. Many blame Regina for this plague, but Emma can’t believe she would risk Henry; the more she gets to know Mayor Mills, the less she can imagine her counterpart, the Evil Queen.
Eventually driven to hide as the townsfolk head to war, Regina dives into her vault to find a cure. Then Emma falls ill. Forced to work with Snow White, Regina must use stronger magic than she ever has before—without her Savior.
Read on AO3 here. See the beautiful artwork by Iyashpia here.
*T1D!Emma and T1D!Henry. The illness mentioned in the synopsis is not related to T1D.
