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The weather today is unsettling in a vague sort of way that you can't quite put your finger on with a possibility of me posting the first chapter of my new fanfic

[feyd-meowtha]

“How refreshing!” Gale sneers. “A straight man who doesn't believe in marriage.”

“I literally just told you that I’m not straight,” John says too loudly.

“Then why are you like this?” Gale begs.

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I collected the 27 Dresses snippets (and some new stuff) into a real fic which can be found here if you fancy it <3

[feyd-meowtha]

John had rarely been good at anything, or at least that was how it felt. His skills could be counted on one hand and his successes on one finger. It was a cruel irony then, that he should have such a prodigious talent for remembering things that he'd rather forget.

Chapter 7 out now

Buck/Bucky, E, 60k, 7/?

cover art by @triggerlil <3

[feyd-meowtha]

27 Dresses AU Ch2

"What did you just call me?" Gale balks, looking over his shoulder in disbelief. "I called you Buck, Buck," John says, as if that explains anything. "Figured since you were so cut up about me having a nickname, I'd give you one too, even the playing field a little bit." "You can't give me your nickname," Gale splutters. "Sure, I can." John grins. "I'm a giver."

E, 2/3, 14,352 words

[feyd-meowtha]

It's fucked up how writing fanfic takes vast amounts of time and energy... anyway here's Salt and Vinegar Ch8

cover credit to the amazing @triggerlil

[feyd-meowtha]

Thinking back, Paul couldn't say when it all started, when the unknown began fluttering at the edge of his prescience, teasing him like a flash of bare skin. Perhaps he first felt it when he underwent the agony. It would be fitting, he supposed, that a taste of true suffering would leave him hungry for more. Following this thought to its logical end, he considered that it was the Reverend Mother who'd done this to him, her and that other box of torment so many years ago.

Paul laughed in spite of it all, the sharp corners of the configuration digging into his palms. Perhaps that is all that life is, he mused, a series of mystery boxes, each and every one of them filled with pain.

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Coming to feyd-meowtha on AO3 this Halloween....

[feyd-meowtha]

Chapter 9

"I still want to kiss you," John said, as if it weren't the great tragedy of his life. "Always did, I wanted it so fucking bad and it's never gone away." He paused, thinking back to that night in the tent, when he could have made a different decision and everything could have changed. "Am I crazy?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Probably," Gale replied with a shrug. "But I've never known you to be any other way."

Graphic by @triggerlil <3

[feyd-meowtha]

27 Dresses pt 2 is go babyyyyyyy

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"No way," says Gale, standing up from the sofa and shaking his head in disbelief. The room falls silent, the stalemate broken only by the squeaking of wire hangers on the rack.

"Gale?" Kenny asks, looking confused, but Gale is too angry to listen.

"Kenny, no. I'm telling you, I know this guy," he says before turning back toward Bucky, who's still smirking at him, annoyingly handsome in a white shirt and brown leather jacket.

"Get out," Gale tells him, not quite shouting, but close. "I have no idea what you're trying to do, or how you knew that I'd be here, but I'm not interested, okay? So you can just turn around and walk out the way you came."