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Teaser/ potential spoilers below for my fic!
they found stab wounds and a very bruised rib (or four). Jekyll says that “To be fair, technically I wasn’t the one who got stabbed.” to which everyone is VERY confused, like “but YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE STAB WOUNDS???????” to which Jekyll says “oh yeah, I forgot about that.” and everyone is just kinda like, WTF?????
If you’re gonna break her heart, don’t bother riding back up this mountain.”
Rip doesn’t say much when he’s angry. He just looks at you like he’s sizing up a problem he already knows how to bury.
So when he pulled Kayce aside, hands on his belt, jaw tight— Kayce knew what was coming.
“Stay away from her.” Kayce didn’t blink. “Rip—” “No. I mean it.”
Roxanne had already lost too much. Miss Dutton. Her childhood. Herself for a while. And Rip had watched her claw her way back — from the barn to the arena, from silence to singing again.
“She doesn’t need another lone cowboy who’s gonna ride off for a wife again,” Rip said, voice low and cold. “Hell, I’d rather see her with Ryan or Travis. At least they’d stay.”
Then he stepped closer, voice dropping to a warning.
“But you? You break her heart, Kayce…” “You’ll be takin’ a ride to the train station. And I will be the one drivin’.”
Some threats are empty. Rip’s never are.
📌 A Yellowstone OC story full of tension, loyalty, and the kind of love people are willing to fight for — even if it’s not their own.
Hiiii! I’m chomping at the bit for that Hans and Sabine content, 🙏 your fics are amazing!
How about touch prompt #24 for Hans and Sabine? Thank you!!
Aww, thank you! I had this scene planned out for my next chapter, so consider this a little teaser.
24. Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
Sabine walked with Hans as he prepared to depart on his mission. Both of her arms wrapped tight around his. One hand tucked comfortably in the crook of his elbow, while the other linked their fingertips together. She chatted to him about anything and everything, but he didn't mind. Her voice was sorely missed when he was forced to leave the manor.
The pair entered the courtyard where a team of field agents waited with his transport. Sabine traced her finger along the curve of his palm and pressed his arm against the side of her breast. Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper despite the fact that none of the agents understood a single word that she said.
"I heard a tiny rumor that your new handler has developed a crush on you."
Hans glanced at Sabine out of the corner of his eye. The deepening of his frown was the only outward reaction that he showed. Sabine smiled mischievously.
"That's not too surprising, is it? A big, strong, handsome man like you is bound to turn heads."
The muscle of his jaw clenched at the irony of Sabine accusing him of drawing attention from the opposite sex.
His eyes scanned the crowd until he found who he was searching for. As with all field agents, Hans was constantly aware of her presence, but he couldn't recall a single instance where he had really looked at the woman. His assigned handler was slightly taller than Sabine. Her body was lean instead of curvy. She kept her blonde hair short compared to the long wave of Sabine's black curls.
He supposed that she was attractive. By human standards.
The handler's dull, blue eyes met his. She seemed surprised that he was staring at her. She glanced at Sabine, then looked away with a slight blush on her face.
Sabine leaned forward and narrowed the distance to his ear.
"Should I be worried, Hans?"
Hans turned so fast that Sabine was forced to sink back on her heels. His lips curled over his fangs and he snarled in her face. The field agents stared at them as Sabine tossed back her head and laughed. Unlike the security of the manor, most of the field agents didn't know anything about him. Their assignment was to transport him and handle human interaction while he completed his mission. They didn't speak to him or ask personal questions and that was the way he liked it.
Sabine's laughter faded as he was given the order that it was time to move out. She held the front of his uniform as he bent down to meet her height. Hans expected her to kiss him, but she turned his head so that her lips brushed against his ear instead.
"Hurry back to me."
Sabine pressed a perfect imprint of her red lipstick underneath the jagged scar along his jaw. She was a relentless tease who tormented him with her flirtatious ways, but jealousy and possession ran deep in her nature. At her core, Sabine was just as much of a werewolf as he was, and werewolves did. not. share.
You had a lot of time to think about what was happening and where you were. Your body had felt different when you had left this sea of consciousness, and you realize that you only had absolute control over this space.
One should be able to control every part of a lucid dream. Yet, your complete dominion was confined solely to this imaginary zone.
You cannot wake up no matter how hard you try. The world you were in could not be rationally comprehended with your understanding of dreams. Had you lost your mind?
You decided to eat more and more of the blobs of consciousness that existed within your playground, hoping to find something that could possibly give you a hold on what was happening to you.
To say that you could not possibly have expected the results was an understatement.
Concepts and understanding of language began piling up in your mind through all your digging. Terms and phrases overwhelm you. ‘Aeon,’ ‘Emanator,’ ‘Path,’ ‘Pathstrider…’
You were in a world foreign to your own, one that you were well aware of, like your life was all the plot of some light novel engineered to make a couple bucks off of the ever-popular isekai trope. The world you had found yourself in was that of a game you spent much of your freetime playing.
chapter one of ‘vae, puto deus fio,’ ‘una fioritura con fantasia’ is out.
in this new work, readers will be able to explore a tale where they take the role of a newly formed aeon in the world of honkai: star rail, where they will come to realize that there are no twists and turns that are off limit when one has become a god.
this post is just a teaser. please read the full chapter here.
My very first year participating in a Big Bang, despite my many years writing fic. Thank you to @mlbigbang2024 for organizing a lovely event. Thank you @yellowbullet100 for beta reading, and thank you @jademoon2u , @saotomexmary, and ShittyLB (on X), for volunteering to do artwork and just being great soundboards as I work through the story. Y'all have been a delight to get to know. <3
Without further ado, enjoy this sneak peek of A Young Witch's Guide to Cats, Curses, and Courtship!
“I—” He started and stopped suddenly, like he was running out of air. He swallowed and tried again. “I did have an idea. Or a thought.” He glanced nervously at his cat, like he worried his cat might not like the idea. The cat merely stared back, face blank.
Marinette waited for him to explain his thought, but no explanation came. “Well—congratulations, then. Was it a particularly complex thought?”
“No—it—it’s quite simple, actually. I saw this notice when I walked into the market about a public dance coming up, and I thought it might be a nice way to—to practice.”
She laughed. “You want to attend a public dance?”
“Is that funny?”
“Well—you’re—you know… It’s not the sort of thing you go to.”
“How do you know what sorts of things I go to?”
“People who go to dinner parties with Lady Tsurugi—whoever their fathers are—don’t go to public dances. I think she’d officially disinvite you from all future events if she knew.”
“Are they so scandalous?”
“Not to me, but to you—”
“Will you be there?”
“What?”
“If you’re there, then it’s the sort of place I want to be.”
Marinette didn’t know what to say to that. Just days ago, he’d been so eager to get out of her sight he hadn’t even thanked her for her work. Now he wanted to go to a dance with her?
“I can’t go,” she said, her heart skipped a beat as his face fell. “I promised my parents I would help with the delivery order for Lady Tsurugi’s party that night. I think it’s her daughter’s engagement celebration. Were you not invited?”
The disappointment on the boy’s face turned into a grimace. “I was invited. You know she hasn’t even been proposed to yet?” As the words left his mouth, he swallowed suddenly, like he might take them back. “Sorry—that was rude. I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s just—it’s a party in expectation of an engagement but I can’t imagine anyone wants that rumor spreading.”
“Who does she expect to propose?”
He stared glumly at the cluster of silver coins that still rested between the two of them. “Monsieur Agreste’s son,” he finally said, as if it were a confession.
Here's my squirrel brain giving another snippet as I flesh out Tally and G'raha's Crystal Tower time/ relationship.
brain fog got hands, but so does he 😋
— “How many times do I have to catch you staring for you to realize you’re terrible at being subtle?”
coming soon. 🫶🏽
edit: DAMN YALL BLEW THIS UP- here it is. taglist can still be possible for future oneshots/series. I have plenty of Miguel ideas for oneshots wise
tags: NO SPOILERS!, antihero! reader? i guess?, mention of blood, takes place before across the spider-verse, one mention of something sexua
Self control self control self control🤓 must manifest manifest manifest. If I do no get the manifested self control then I will attempt to manifest tact🤓
But like. Does it make sense why I wanna write something for Anjali’s teacher now?🤓 You have the gentle and loving air nomads, but add some conditions, make it a little mean and it all becomes so interesting
