I've just uploaded the third instalment of my Good Omens 'Between Stations' meetcute. The original fic was supposed to be a standalone piece, but the characters refused to be contained as they had more of a story to tell! I hope you enjoy it. Find me on AO3 as in_a_pickle.
Between Stations - Chapter 1 - in_a_pickle - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Between Stations - An Epilogue of Sorts - in_a_pickle - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Between Stations - Getting to the Good Stuff. - Chapter 1 - in_a_pickle - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Summary: They'd agreed not to let their professional lives bleed into their relationship.
It's not that easy.
Rating: T
Tags: Established Relationship, Arguing, Military Ranks, Bittersweet Ending, Not a break up
For @codex-week day 1: Duty vs Desire
Sitting in the larty back to the Negotiator—sore and tired, the adrenaline high long crashed out of his body—Rex’s thoughts keep circling the same abyss.
Would fewer men have died if Cody had gone with his plan instead of overruling him and putting forward his own instead.
It’s a punishing thread to pull on, one that leads inevitably to misery, but Rex keeps tugging all the same. It hadn’t been a bad assault, in the context of far worse assaults. Cody’s plan had worked; they’d pushed the Separatists back, they’d reclaimed the land, and far more pressingly, the mines that had been taken. Casualties had been well within what they could have predicted.
There’s no guarantee that Rex’s approach would have been any better. It might even have been worse.
Patchwork might still be alive.
Someone else might be dead in his place.
They’ll never know. They’ll never know, because Cody had made the call, and Rex’s protests had been shut down. Because he was the commander and Rex only a captain.
Rex clenches his jaw, an ache that rarely fully settles building in his skull.
Sometimes the gulf built into their very existence stretches so far Rex can’t see the other side. Cody makes the decisions, he can only obey.
Put On Your War Paint (Our Time is Running Out) by Ceris_Malfoy
Summary:
Peter said he needed a pack to deal with the Argents, but he doesn't have one. Yet. Stiles can't let the man drive off to certain death and/or madness, not if he can help.
Tags: Pre-Slash, Alpha Peter Hale, Peter wants a pack, Stiles is willing to use that against him, Ambiguous!Peter, Ambiguous!Stiles, Stiles takes the Bite
Happy birthday Wyo! I hope you can still manage to have as good of a day as the circumstances allow. You're a wonderful person and a so, so talented writer. I'm sure you knwo that, but doesn't hurt to tell you again.
I wrote you a little something for your birthday, I hope you enjoy it :)
Carina (@moonofthenight) gave me some inspiration, ideas and the title from Baby Blue by Luke Hemmings
Universe by you (@prince-simon)
cw: spice references, food, gender feelings
“Honey, I’m home,” Simon yelled in a slight melody into his and Wille’s apartment. Even after all these months, he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they were actually living together. Wille was living with him. They were living together, in Madrid, in the apartment he’d bought. Wille was-
“You’re ridiculous!” was all that could be heard until footsteps followed, growing louder until Wille was behind him, circling his waist with his arms. Simon moved his hands so he could link his fingers with Wille’s. “You love it.”
“I do,” Wille groaned into Simon’s neck, making the other shiver. He did love it. It reminded him of where he was. He was home. Simon was his home.
“I love you,” Simon whispered back. Wille loosend his grip a little to let his finance turn around and kissed his nose. “I love you, too.” He hadn’t gotten tired of repeating those words yet, he hoped that feeling would last forever.
Then Simon started squirming in his embrace for no apparent reason and Wille just started snickering, looking at his fiance questioningly.
“I,” Simon proclaimed as if he was the best person on earth - Wille would completely agree with that, “have gotten you a gift!” Simon turned back around and held a paper bag out to Wille triumphantly, glowing like the impersonation of the sun. When Wille didn’t move he pushed the bag into his arms, smiling at him expectantly.
“You didn’t need to get me anything,” Wille murmured to himself, barely audible, while already taking the bag properly and peering inside. It was fabric. Some kind of clothing, probably. It had grabbed his attention and he swifty pulled the light blue something out of the bag.
“I thought you might want your own, “ Simon told him stepping closer to Wille holding out the crop top in front of him, “Not that I don’t love you in mine, don’t get me wrong,” his fiance smiled, closing his arms around Wille’s waist from the side, looking at the graffiti text that had been printed on the front, “but this is more your size, little prince.” He emphasised the last two words, that were also in front of Wille’s eyes, printed on the crop top he’d just gotten. The bottom was lined with lace and Wille let his fingers brush against it. Simon got up to his toes, clearly wanting a kiss, but Wille couldn’t stop staring at the shirt. He felt the other place a light peck on his cheek, before standing next to him again. “Do you like it?”
The words got Wille out of his head, enough to turn to Simon, still gripping the shirt in his hands, but throwing them around Simon in an embrace. “Thank you,” he mumbled into his shoulder. He could feel Simon rubbing circles across his back. He was not going to cry, it was just clothing.
Clothing that wasn’t something he would have been brave enough to buy for himself. He loved wearing Simon’s crop tops, having a piece of his fiance with him, the comfort of his smell. But they were Simon’s. They weren’t his. This, this was his. As could easily be read by anyone, but Wille didn’t really care about the ridiculous lettering on the front. He’d told Simon how fondly he remembered every time he was a bit more daring with his clothing and he also mentioned that he’d liked the feeling of lace against his skin, after he’d tried on one of the tops Wilma had forgotten at their place after a visit. He had been embarrassed when Simon had found him in it, but Simon’s reaction had let him forget more than just why he was feeling embarrassed. Somehow, it felt right. He felt prettier than with any perfectly tailored button down.
And now he owned a crop top with lace and his boyfriend’s pet name for him on the front. And suddenly he just couldn’t hold the tears in any longer. Laughing and crying at the same time, he leaned further into Simon.
Simon’s body shook with a laugh, “I’ll take it you like it?” He moved his hands to gently card his fingers through Wille’s hair. Wille only nodded into his shoulder.
After a few minutes Wille looked up, beaming, tears forgotten, drying on his cheeks. Simon looked at him in slight confusion until- “I’m gonna try it on!” and with that Wille ran out of the room.
How did he manage get the cutest fiance the world had to offer?
Simon heard Wille shuffling back into the hallway before he saw him. He could hear Wille was nervous by the way he was walking, but what he saw when he looked up to his face was utter delight.
“It’s perfect,” they both said at the same time, then laughed, Simon looking at Wille and Wille looking at himself in the mirror they had in their hallway. Walking towards where Wille was standing, he moved behind him, about to wrap his arms around him again, then thinking better of if, letting Wille (and himself) admire the view, placing his hands on Wille’s hips instead.
“Thank you,” Wille said again. That’s really most of what was going on in his head. His mind was swimming with thoughts of how pretty he felt and how weirdly, this felt better than what he was always told he was the right thing to wear, but the thing that was drowning out all of these was appreciation. Appreciation for the man behind him and how comfortable he felt being around him. How accepted Simon made him feel, how right.
Simon then wrapped his arms around Wille’s waist, over exposed skin, parts of it covered by the lace. He kissed along Wille’s neck, “You’re welcome, mi amor. You look lovely.”
They stood there for a while, Wille brushing over the soft material from time to time, focusing on the feeling of the print, cool against his chest, the lace against his waist, his fingers linked with his fiance, hands dropped on their sides. He let them swing beside them, until he let go, turned around and kissed Simon. How did he ever get so lucky?
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Wille woke up to Simon’s bare back pressed to his front. Memories from the last night came back into his mind and he decided it would probably be better to get up now, before he wouldn’t leave the bed at all for the next few hours. They needed food after all.
Wille walked to the door of their bedroom slowly, picking up some underwear that was laying around on the floor, putting it on and walking to the direction of the kitchen, closing the door as quietly as he could.
Just putting some toast in the toaster and cutting up some fruit, he let his mind wander to the day before, less risky for those thoughts to come back just yet, when he didn’t have his naked boyfriend in bed next to him.
He remembered the feeling of looking at himself in the mirror in that crop top. His own, finally. It was a different feeling wearing Simon’s. This one was his. It wasn’t like he’d thought about the way he dressed and how he wanted to dress a whole lot before. How that was possibly linked to a part of himself he wasn’t quite ready to explore. He did want to try out more things. Maybe not just look through the men’s section in stores, but walk into the women’s section with Simon, who had never since he’d known him given a shit about the gendered labels on the clothes he was buying. His rule was easy, if he liked it, he liked it, didn't matter where in the store it was placed.
Just as he put the cut up fruit into a bowl and the plates with the toast on the tray with it, he heard footsteps approaching him. “Good morning, mitt hjärta,” Wille said with a chipper tone, he knew Simon would act annoyed at so early in the morning, but secretly his fiance adored seeing him this hapy, no matter what time of the day. Turning around to face his fiance, his breath caught in his throat.
He had expected to see Simon. He had expected that Simon would look quite adorable with his hair messed up from sleeping. He had expected Simon to look deadass gorgeous in the morning sun. What he had not expected was for his fiance to wear Wille’s crop top. He had been right with the adorable and the gorgeous, but Simon also looked incredibly hot. Wille wasn’t really the possessive type, but he had to admit that he felt oddly smug about seeing ‘little prince’ written across his fiance's chest.
“You okay there, little prince?” Simon asked, a smile broad on his face. Clearly he knew exactly what he was doing to Wille. He’d always known. Wille didn’t exactly answer, just put the rest of the breakfast onto the tray, taking his fiance’s hand and dragging him right back to where they’d both come from. Breakfast had to wait after all.
This idea has been on my mind for a few days, so enjoy the happy TikTok trend before angst is coming your way again :)
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Characters belong to the amazing @lumosinlove
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CW very brief mention of beverages, wearing corsets, flirting
To say Leo was excited was an understatement, the video popped up on his ‘for you page’ weeks ago and the idea has been stuck in his head ever since. The first time he saw it he sent the video to Cap straight away, who was a bit hesitant at first but eventually warmed up towards the idea after some convincing arguments from Leo. And since Alex was over in Gryffindor for a few days, it would be even more fun.
Leo practically dragged his boys out of the bed this morning once he saw the message from Cap that the package has arrived. He shoved the coffees in their hands and volunteered to drive, which means something. They agreed to meet up at the rink, given the locker room has enough space for all of them to fit in and now, he was currently seated next to Kasey in his stall who grinned at him.
“I can’t wait for this; it will look so cool.”
“Oh Bliz, Leo hasn’t stopped talking about this since he saw it on TikTok,” Finn said, flopping down beside Alex, leaning onto his shoulder and moving Nat on his brothers lap a bit to the side to see better.
Just as Leo was about to complain, the locker room door was pushed open by Remus, who was holding it open for Sirius to balance the parcel through it.
“If I break a rib with this, I’m blaming you Knut.”
“Hello to you too Cap, I hope you had an amazing day so far,” Leo laughed.
Sirius rolled his eyes but smiled in response. He set down the package on the bench and ripped it open, revealing three red corsets. Nat didn’t hesitate, grabbing hers immediately.
“I’m gonna go and change real quick,” she said pressing a kiss onto Alex’s and Kasey’s cheek. Leo and Cap carefully pulled out theirs, holding it up. Leo was the first to move, laying the corset on the bench again and pulling his shirt over his head.
“Let’s get this baby on.”
Sirius followed suit, peeling himself out of all his layers. Putting a corset on two jacked hockey players was a workout itself to say the least. Sirius was about to pull each string out but Leo snapped it out of his hands before more damage could be created.
“Hands up, Cap.”
Sirius made a grumpy face but held his hands up for Leo to pull the corset over his head.
“Now turn around, I need to fiddle the strings back in.”
With Leo’s huge hands it was quite the task but he managed to bring them back into the right place.
“Thank you.”
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They walked around the corner just as Nat left the bathroom.
“I’m so going to keep this thing.”
The three turned around, facing their partners with matching grins on their faces.
“Holy shit,” Kasey whispered, needing to steady himself on Alex who couldn’t stop starring at Natalie because fucking hell, she is beautiful
In their defense, Finn and Logan didn’t look any better. Both of them had their hands over their mouths, eyes wide and Remus looked like he might faint soon or was about to propose again.
“Whose phone are we using?” Leo said sweetly, knowing exactly what effect he has on his boys.
Remus cleared his throat.
“We-we can use mine, I have the sound saved.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and nearly dropped it when Sirius winked at him, quickly turning around to place the phone on the bench. Leo had thought this whole thing through so he grabbed each one by the shoulders and moved them where he wanted them. Which meant, him and his boys on the right, Cap and Loops in the middle and the other three on the left. He got into the same position as Nat and Sirius, standing in front of Logan and Finn who secured their hand around one string each, ready to tighten the corset on time. Sirius stepped forward, setting the timer and pressing play.
You bring the corsets - We'll bring the cinches - No one wants a waist over nine inches
And they just pulled.
Even though they felt like every breath has been pushed out of their lungs they certainly didn’t look like it, quite the opposite actually.
At least your complexion will bring all the boys in
Finn and Logan got on their tiptoes to place a kiss to Leo’s cheek who just ran his hand trough his hair and gave the camera a quick wink. Nat just leaned a bit into her boys since they are not quite out yet and the two in the middle? Well, Sirius pulled Remus down by the neck, pressing a kiss to his lips, leaving his boyfriend a bit speechless. The music stopped and they immediately loosened the corsets.
“Fuck, it’s impossible to breathe in these things,” Cap said, taking a deep breath in.
The group huddled around Sirius, who had the phone in his hand by now, watching the video. Kasey posted it before they got any second thoughts.
“I can see why you two went for Nat,” Finn teased which earned him a slap on the head and one on the arm.
“Keep your eyes on your own partner, O’Hara.”
“Oh, believe me, I am.”
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Bonus comments:
I literally can’t decide who looks hotter
Just- women
WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT ALEX KASEY AND THE GIRL?!?!
SUMMARY: When Taehyung rescues a charming painter stranded in a blizzard he doesn't think he's going to have to confront his own immortality again, or the fact that he's a winter spirit that has imprinted on a human. But fate has other plans.
While the rest of Thedas watched tensions in Orlais bubble over, Vivienne was calm. She was quietly confident that the succession crisis would be resolved shortly. After all, Bastien's support for his son-in-law, Gaspard de Chalons, would push the Council of Heralds to elect the young man to sit the Orlesian throne by the end of the fortnight.
So Vivienne simply had to retreat from public life, taking the two weeks to ‘recuperate’ in the Circle - lest anyone accuse her of having undue influence on the election process.
It was necessary, Vivienne knew it was necessary. But it didn’t stop her blood from boiling at the thought of being tucked away out of sight like an unfashionable shawl.
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Exploring Vivienne’s motivations to take up the role of Imperial Enchanter.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Lucy's kitchen sink is blocked and she's too much of a tightass to hire a plumber. So, she asks Flynn for help. It's set post Rittenhouse war where by some fluke Amy came back into existence.
