#work in progress Wednesday

[zeldadiarist]

WIP Wednesday!

My last braincell has been consumed by this. I need to work on that coloring, but it's looking nice so far.

#wip #wip wednesday #spy x family fanart #spy x family #twiyor #work in progress #work in progress wednesday

[dio-icarticaae]

Work in Progress Wednesday - Coday edition!

Snippet of the second of hopefully three fics for Coday this 2/2/24! (@codyday2224 )

This is a fic on how Cody got his name - using the story of why George Lucas named him Commander Cody in the first place.

"So, Cody, I've been wondering; where did you find your name?" Rex asked from where he was sitting across from Cody as they slogged through the Force-forsaken flimsiwork that the Senate thought the clone commanders should be doing. Cody looked up from his pad and stared dead-eyed at Rex. He let out an aggrieved sigh. "Why do you keep asking this?" "Because I'm sure it's an interesting story." "I found it in a book of names natborns use to name babies. It's not that interesting." Cody said. Rex rolled his eyes. "You really expect me to believe that?" "It's the truth!"

#commander cody #cody #captain rex #rex #fanfiction #fanfic #my fic #work in progress #work in progress wednesday #coday #writing #my writing #dio writes

[raina-at]

Last lines tag game

It's already Thursday where I live, but who cares...

@totallysilvergirl tagged me, so here we go

From my Christmas fic, tentatively titled Guess Who's Coming to Christmas Dinner (20k in, we're just getting to the juicy bits ;-))

Mummy stays behind and glares at them. “Go clean yourselves up,” she hisses at them. “And please do keep your displays of affection to a minimum, you’re making the Reverend uncomfortable.” With that, she follows the two men into the drawing room. Sherlock and John exchange a long look. “So, what do you think?” John finally asks. “Do we need to snog in front of the Reverend at some point?” Sherlock rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

From my as yet untitled sequel to Nothing Gold Can Stay (that's actually pretty done and will most likely be posted soon)

“I still think you were mine first,” Sherlock mutters, tightening his hold on John. John winds his fingers into Sherlock’s hair and forces Sherlock to look at him. “I was,” he whispers. “I am.” Sherlock pulls John into a searing kiss, and all conversation ceases for a while.

From my as yet untitled next fic in the Nothing Gold series (a very very very very WIP-y WIP and very very very new as well)

“The truth is that I had to laugh or I would have cried,” Sherlock admits, knowing how important it is that John understands what went on in his brain that fateful, horrid evening at the Landmark. “I saw you there, and I suddenly realised that I’d let you believe I was dead for two years and that you wouldn’t be thrilled about that.”

I'm supposed to tag as many people as I've posted WIPs, so here goes: @jrow @keirgreeneyes @thetimemoves (and anyone else who has juicy WIPS they want to share!)

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #my fic #work in progress wednesday #wips #nothing gold series #guess who's coming for christmas dinner #i'm going to finish that fic if it kills me

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Work in Progress Wednesday - The Christmas Break

Another dumb Rayllum, modern AU Christmas fic from me? It’s more likely than you’d think. Can I finish it before Christmas…? We shall see.

“Hey.”

Callum heard Rayla sigh as she slumped into a chair across from Soren.

“Sorry, I’m late. You take care of the coffee?”

“Yep.” He raised his eyebrows but didn’t look up from his screen.

“Double shot, remember?” Rayla pressed, watching him carefully.

“Uh huh.” Soren replied, though it seemed obvious he was mostly paying attention to his phone.

Frowning, Rayla looked around, making eye contact with Callum and smiling in acknowledgment. Hands full making her coffee, he smiled back in what he hoped was a very normal manner, feeling strangely giddy. He had correctly remembered her order. Not that it was hard but well, he was just happy she was going to get the coffee she wanted.

How the hell did her boyfriend forget such a simple order? It wasn’t like he knew her in any way before their sort interactions in the morning, but, well, she seemed nice and friendly. Certainly, the sort of person whose simple coffee order you’d ensure you got right.

Sighing, he finished their orders, catching her eye as he placed them on the collection counter.

Rayla’s eyes widen in apparent surprise as she picked up her cup.

“Okay?” Soren grabbed his, looking a little doubtful now.

“Eh, yeah.” She smiled widely at him, giving him a playful shove. “Thanks.”

“You doubted me.” Soren narrowed his eyes at her, a smirk on his face. “You thought I’d messed it up.”

“No, I didn’t.” Rayla rolled her eyes, nodding her thanks at Callum as she walked towards the doors.

#the dragon prince #rayllum #tdp #rayllum fanfic #work in progress wednesday

[kiki-shortsnout]

Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home at 19 when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

When Tony turns up to interview for Beverly Strange's caregiver, Stephen immediately wants to turn him away, especially when Tony brings his young daughter with him.

***

Tugging down his shirt sleeve and fiddling with the cufflink, Stephen strode down his hallway, mentally preparing himself for the regular morning arguments, his mother’s frustrations echoing around his penthouse about whatever perceived slight she could concoct.

Pausing, his socked feet slipping on his immaculate hardwood floors, he strained to listen. Nothing, there was nothing, no screams, no arguments, no cutlery flung against counters in frustration.

Frowning, Stephen tiptoed forward now, concerned. Had Stark even remembered to help his mother this morning, or had he taken his offspring to school without a thought for her? Yanking open the door, he drew the attention of his mom and the child, both looking around at him with toast in their mouths.

‘Morning,’ Stark called from the coffee machine, removing a mug and placing it on the kitchen island for him. ‘I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast, but these two wanted toast, so that’s what we’ve got,’ he told Stephen, lifting his piece and taking a huge bite from it.

Stephen rarely remembered to eat breakfast, he was usually fleeing the penthouse if he was honest, and he tentatively entered the tableau of domesticity, his gaze on his mother who had turned back, talking to the girl about something. Her brown eyes followed him as he walked in, and he ignored the scrutiny, wondering if she’d had much exposure to alphas, if her other parent was in her life, probably not with the way they’d been living.

He’d been shocked at how little the pair of them owned, now understanding what had prompted Stark to accept his offer, to even interview for the job.

He’d been desperate.

Even in that desperation he hadn’t agreed right away to Stephen’s offer of a job, had made him wait, and he begrudgingly felt his respect for the omega grow. Despite his initial protests, his unease about the situation, he couldn’t deny how different this morning was compared to last year, couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his mother eating with a smile on her face, engaging in conversation.

He was under no illusions that her infamous temper would flare with Stark, that she would attempt to drive him away as she had countless others, an aspect of her personality he couldn’t quite understand. Still, he was interested to see how he would handle it.

‘If you tell me what you like I can have it ready for you. I’ve already asked Beverly what she likes-’

He’s not mentioning the list I gave him of her dietary requirements. Probably for the best, Stephen thought to himself, reaching out for a slice of toast with peanut butter slathered thickly on it.

‘I’ve written down here what I’ve used for Morgan’s packed lunch. I thought you could deduct it from the monthly salary?’

‘Stark-’

‘Or we could do it weekly if you prefer, doesn’t matter I suppose.’

‘I’m not charging you food, either of you,’ he clarified.

‘Doctor Strange, there are two of us, and I’m pretty sure the contract didn’t include a packed lunch for a Kindergartener.’

‘Then I’ll amend it,’ Stephen told him, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. It was good, the omega knew his coffee.

‘But-’

‘No arguments,’ Stephen shut off the conversation.

#ironstrange #work in progress wednesday #tony x stephen #ironstange

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @alrightbuckaroo @ladytessa74 @louis-ii-reyes-strand @bonheur-cafe @mikibwrites @lemonlyman-dotcom @paperstorm @three-drink-amy @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @orchidscript @rmd-writes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and everyone who open-tagged! ❤️ I am beyond blown away by all of you.

A little bit of Flashback Fic - in which our two favourite sugarpuffs are about to reminisce about a particular hot topic.

“You know. You’re the only person I’ve slept with who has been my friend too,” Carlos says wistfully, then frowns as if questioning himself. “I mean, Iris doesn’t count because–” he floats his hands around in an awkward motion.

“You never consummated your marriage,” TK finishes pointedly.

“Right. Not like you and I did.”

TK grins with pride, stirs his straw and clinks the lingering ovals of melting ice in his glass. “Nobody has ever consummated a marriage like we did, baby.”

Carlos cracks a beautiful laugh. “That’s for sure.”

TK sips the dregs of his iced tea, thinking. He swallows and says, “Same for me, with you.”

“I thought you had friends with benefits in New York?”

“That was different though.” TK pauses to let himself ache a little for Dan. Doesn’t want to let himself wonder how he’s doing these days. “I’m talking about a best friend. A true friend who wasn’t going to hand me a tab of ecstasy at three o’clock in the afternoon.” He shivers. “And then Alex…I thought he loved me. But sometimes I wonder if he even liked me that much.”

“Unthinkable.” Carlos shakes his head. “I couldn’t dislike you if I tried. I did try, once.”

“I know. Me too.”

“Failed.”

“Me too.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” TK leans into Carlos, looking hard into his eyes, so close he goes blurry and their noses touch. “Me too.”

“You two lovebirds want a refill?” Mandy approaches with a mischievous look on her face, reaching for their near-empty glasses.

TK hands them over, tilting his head and glittering at her. “Thanks, Mandy. Can we get one slice of the red velvet cake, two forks?”

“One slice, two forks coming right up,” she says gleefully. “I love it when folk ask for two forks. It’s just the sweetest thing.”

TK and Carlos sit in comfortable silence for a moment, both of them watching raindrops bead against the window and collapse into silver streams, flowing into each other.

Mandy saunters back, competently carrying with one hand a circular tray. Two glasses of unsweetened ice tea and their shared dessert are set down in front of them. “Y’all enjoy now,” she says.

TK and Carlos grab a fork each and hunch slightly over the table, sliding the side of their forks through the soft red sponge. TK watches Carlos take his mouthful first.

“Good, right?” TK asks, and Carlos nods with firm agreement, diving in for his next bite. TK thinks Mandy is correct – one plate, two forks is the very sweetest. There’s an intimacy to sharing dessert. It might be one of TK’s favorite things to do, now he’s considering it. When is the first time he shared dessert with Carlos? Probably…

They’d been sleeping together a few weeks. One evening, Carlos presented TK with a vintage-looking Christmas cookie tin containing almond polvorónes left over from his cousin Adriana’s wedding. The two of them were at the dining table, full from lasagne, so Carlos split one polvorón in half and TK felt his eyes roll in their sockets in reaction to the taste.

He’s always tried to cling to memories of his firsts with Carlos, even back when he told himself that nothing was of any real significance. He knows now that everything was. Everything from first sex to first cookie. Firsts that linger, last forever, like the rain – soft silver beads that suddenly spill and flow and join up and create something much greater, like a river.

Tagging with no pressure!: @reyesstrand @goodways @freneticfloetry @taralaurel @liminalmemories21 @welcometololaland @tailoredshirt @noxsoulmate @chaotictarlos @chicgeekgirl89 @lightningboltreader @catanisspicy @ambiguouspenny @wandering-night19 @rosedavid @kiloskywalker @never-blooms @basilsunrise @largepeachicedtea @hoko-onchi-writes - if you want to share/haven't already! ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

#work in progress wednesday #My fic #Flashback Fic #wip wednesday #tarlos fanfic #Because it's not a sad snippet this week I get to use my sexy glowy banner again!

[duchessdepolignaca03]

Thank you @hgejfmw-hgejhsf - I’ve been tagged by others previously on here and thank you to those who have. This is my very first! Here goes!

This RWRB Concubine!AU is inspired by the blue veil from Mary & George, i.e. the piece of fabric that launched a thousand fics.

Odalisque

To his people, King Alexander is not just a ruler, but God himself on earth, and to Henry he is the universe. He is resplendent in his ceremonial garment - cream white trousers and a blue slash that matches Henry’s veil draped over his otherwise bare torso. He is the very image of male virility and regal power. He takes Henry’s breath away when he smiles his charming, dimpled smile, making Henry shiver and flush beneath his veil, anticipation thrumming in his veins.

Alexander. His Alexander, whom he had loved all his life despite the turbulence of their childhood. Alexander whom he has not been allowed to see since he was fifteen years old and began his seclusion, when he still raged against the inevitability. Alexander, who despite their physical distance and the rigours of purity demanded of Henry, had seduced him and who owned his heart so completely.

Henry is overwhelmed, and he stumbles but never falls. King Alexander springs to action to catch him, their hands easily finding their way to one another in a touch that is both inexorably electric and grounding. He hears the faint gasp of the crowd over the break in protocol, as King Alexander brings his hands up to his lips and kisses them reverently.

“You’re here, you’re finally here,” Alexander whispers, his voice struck with awe, only for Henry to hear. “My Henry.”

Very much a WIP. I started writing this fic as a mental break from the brutality of Rule Britannia, while playing with some of the same themes. Originally envisioned as a one-shot, this fic is looking more like my next multi chapter venture once Rule Britannia is complete. Can’t wait to get back to it!

Tagging @priincebutt @tailsbeth-writes @sparklepocalypse (though I know you don’t have power) and @zwiazdziarka and I also need more fandom friends to tag, so anyone else, please go ahead and tag yourself!

#rwrb fanfic #fanfic #alex claremont diaz #henry and alex #henry mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #a03 fic #a03 fanfic #concubine au #Henry is secluded for almost ten years #then he’s given as a political gift to Alex #prince henry rwrb #rwrb au #arranged marriage #red white and royal blue fic #blue veil fic #work in progress #work in progress wednesday

[sexynetra]

WIP WEDNESDAY

they can’t keep a bad bitch down for long 😎

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It didn’t help that she was still trying to figure out where her and Marcia had landed. It had been 10 days since Marcia had apologized, and as promised, Marcia had given Anetra space. In fact, Anetra was pretty sure the only times Marcia had said anything to her was to make sure their shower schedules wouldn’t conflict. But it wasn’t just that. Marcia was acting… different. When Marcia had apologized, had assured her she was trying to change, Anetra hadn’t really believed it. Marcia was clearly making an effort though. She no longer blasted music at all hours of the day, left Anetra’s stuff alone, didn’t complain about Anetra smoking, among a myriad of other small changes.

Not that basic roommate etiquette was enough to change Anetra’s feelings about the girl, but it was a start.

#yes the writing is bad we are in the get something on the page part of drafting atm #but anyways!!! #rawnsyf triumphant return is imminent!!!! #drag race #rpdr #rpdr 15 #drag race 15 #anetra #marcia #rawnsyf #running away will never set you free #marcia x3 #Marcia Marcia Marcia #anarcia #RuPaul’s drag race #RuPaul’s drag race 15 #my writing #wip Wednesday #work in progress Wednesday

[heynikkiyousofine]

Came up with a dark and twisty, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers InuKag fic. Here's Inuyasha and Kagome's first meeting below. 😈

The little girl tugged on her hand, almost desperate in her attempt to get to the strange man before her, but she kept a firm grip on the tiny hand, her fear overwhelming any rational thought. Hearing a soft whimper from her, Kagome winced and silently apologized, figuring she was squeezing her hand a little too tight, but Rin refused to let up, repeating over and over that she knew the man, that he was safe.

Figuring she spoke the truth, given that the girl had only been in Kagome’s care for less than days, she released her hold on her, carefully keeping her body hidden behind the tree. Rin dashed forward, crying out and she was scooped up by the silver haired man quicker than she imagined, her sobs crushing Kagome’s heart. At least she will be safe and he will never get her again.

A tiny sigh of relief left her lips, Kagome keeping her gaze trained ahead, in case this man, or the family behind them dared to take her back. What if…… what if they return her back to him? No, I won’t go back! A strange warmth spread through her, as if soul was crying out with her pain. Gripping her cloak tight, she kept her eyes trained on the scene before her.

Rin had climbed down from the man’s hold and he gently guided her to stand with the other children, two twin girls that looked like a perfect mix of the other two. Assuming they were their offspring, Kagome wondered how the silver haired man fit into the whole picture.

“Hey, we’re not gonna hurt ya.” He spoke, his voice soft but kind. 

Do not let me fall for their tricks. He could be one of the many dangers Sister Kikyo warned me about.

“Inuyasha, wait.” The other man, the one with indigo eyes and short hair that matched her own, stepped forward, his curious gaze boring into her, as if he was looking through her. “She’s a miko and an untrained powerful one at that.” Miko? What is a miko? The heat within her grew and she could feel her fingertips warming, as if she were holding them over the fire pit a little too close.

“I ain’t gonna hurt her.” The silver haired man, Inuyasha she deemed, snarled. 

Oh, kami. He’s not human. 

He stepped closer, no denying his cautious movements, but she didn’t dare to move beneath this predator’s gaze. If she ran, he would certainly chase her and bring her back to Naraku without question.

He moved closer, Kagome able to see the gold of his eyes, yet the fear and heat within her grew. Squeezing her palms so tight, she felt her nails dig into her skin, the lash marks on her right hand opening again. She did not dare to move, as the man approached slowly, repeating  softly that she was safe, his frown deepening when Kagome knew her hand was once again bleeding.

“My name is Inuyasha, and these are my friends. Rin is my niece. Thank you for your help in her return” His nose twitched, his eyes searching her form as he stood a mere three feet from her, but her body refused to listen to her. When his eyes focused back on her own, she swore she saw a flash of anger rise, leaving as quickly as she came, the fire dousing her skin morphing into an inferno.

“Inuyasha, she’s going to purify you if you get any closer.” The dark-haired man warned, confusing her. She was not magical, she had no way to hurt this man. Before she could tell him to stay where he was, a whisper of something washed over, causing her own blaze to rise. She blinked and suddenly Inuyasha was flying towards his friends, letting out a loud grunt as he collided on the grass. 

Swallowing, she exhaled, shocked to find herself surrounded in a barrier, resembling the one surrounding her village, only this one was a bright pink instead of deep blue. Had she done that to him? No, she was a normal girl. 

“Kagome!” Rin cried out, ripping herself from the woman’s hold before rushing towards her. Kneeling down, Kagome held her arms open as the little girl leapt into them, her body trembling as the barrier fell, her refusal to hurt Rin overwhelming. Why am I feeling everything so strongly? It’s like my emotions are enhanced and I can’t control them. 

“Kagome, they’re not going to hurt you.” 

Kagome shook her head, unable to stop the shivers that racked her body, keeping the humans and non-human in her peripheral, adrenaline pulsing through her veins. She would make sure Rin was safe before she took off on her own, her grip on the girl’s clothing tightening.

“Uncle Yash is my family. I promise you will be safe with him.” Rin pointed as her Uncle Yash nodded, his hardened features softening as she took him. He was powerful and whatever he did to make her react in such a way proved that. Never in her life had Kagaome imagined that she could raise her own barrier. If she had known that, she would never have succumbed to so many punishments.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, Rin quieting and she knew that all eyes were on her, waiting for whatever decision she would make. Can I trust them? Could I have his protection from the horrors of my past? Something within her spoke the truth, though she wasn’t sure what that was, but she went with what her soul was telling her to do. Sliding her uninjured hand in Rin’s, Kagome opened her eyes and rose, giving Inuyasha a slight nod.

Slowly walking forward, her body refused to relax, as if it knew the moment she wasn’t safe, she could use every bit of energy she had to run. Rin squeezed her hand, giving her a soft smile as she guided her towards the group.

“Uncle Yash, Uncle Miroku, this is Sister Kagome. She saved me from the bad place.”

Kagome glanced back at the woman and children behind them, finally noticing a small bundle attached strangely to her back, each of them smiling at her.

“Sister Kagome, is it? Please, allow us to guide you to our home so that we may look at your injuries. If you would like that is?” The dark haired man stepped closer, causing her to involuntarily shrink back. His home? Where I could be held against my will?

“No one is going to hurt ya, I swear on my life.” Inuyasha spoke again, her head whirling towards him and something inside her clicked, her soul reaching out for him all on its own. A loud chime rang in her ears, as if someone was ringing the village bell right next to her and all Kagome felt before blackness took over were warm hands around her waist.

#inuyasha fanfic #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #kagome #wip #work in progress wednesday #dark and twisty

[misuki-hikotsu]

Work in Progress of a commission of Karlach from Balder's Gate 3!!!

First time drawing her so hopefully I can do her justice!!

#art #fanart #digital art #commission work #work in process #work in progress wednesday #commission #karlach #balders gate 3

[dio-icarticaae]

Work in Progress Wednesday!

Wow, it's been a while since I've done one of these! I've been busy working on fics for the TDP Prism Event and wanted to keep those a surprise (plus I've got another fic that I'm keeping as a surprise) so I haven't had much writing to share for a while. But! I recently started a fic based on this post

Jason finds the cat cowering behind a trashcan, eating a hamburger on the ground, after his latest altercation with Black Mask’s men. The cat is pitch black, with a white spot on its chest that’s shaped a lot like Batman’s emblem. That’s funny. His footsteps alert the cat to his presence, and it looks up and hisses at him.

The cat's fur is matted and it's filthy and wet and shivering. It looks rather pathetic. There's no sign that there's anyone looking out for the cat, though it does look like it was well cared for once. Abandoned, most likely, and doing its best to look out for itself.

Just like Jason.

Great. He’s projecting onto a fucking stray cat now. Wonderful.

Still, the cat clearly needs someone to look after it and surely he’s competent enough to keep a cat alive.

“It’s okay,” he said as he picked up the cat. It yowled at him, clearly furious about being disturbed. “There’s no way you’ll make it on your own out here. I’m trying to help.”

The cat hisses again and swipes fruitlessly at his arms. Jason chuckles. “Well, kitty, between your looks and your attitude I’ve got the perfect name for you. I’m gonna call you Batman.”

The newly dubbed Batman freezes for a moment and looks up at Jason with big blue eyes and then yowls at him.

“Yeah, you agree? You think you’re so big and tough yes you do,” Jason croons. Batman looks very unimpressed.

Fuck, Jason is baby-talking to a cat in his Red Hood getup in a filthy alleyway in Crime Alley. What has his life come too.

#dc #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #my writing #my fic #dio writes #work in progress #work in progress wednesday

[greatunironic]

work in progress wednesday

For better or worse, Wayne’s a realist.

He comes by it honest, a combination of how he was raised and the things he saw: a daddy who tried his best to do right by them down in the mines and a momma who loved them but that just wasn’t meant to stay on this Earth for too long — a brother who tried his best too but got caught up in a bad crowd, couldn’t figure his way out and landed himself in county lock-up one too many times to be able to keep his boy. They were a family big on heart but short on means, and that shaped a man, gave him a certain perspective and a certain attitude, a set of eyes and ideals that he’d stick to.

There was the war too, because it seems like there’s always gonna be some fight somewhere that comes for the young men of each generation. His old man’s had been Korea, and Wayne’s was Vietnam, number coming up like so many others and he had a sweetheart who saw him off but didn’t see him back when he got on home. He’d seen a lot there too: his quick, fast hands from the basketball court and then the machines at the plant, however briefly before the draft took him, had translated well to field surgery as a medic, meant he’d been in the thick of the horror until that sniper caught him high in the leg in the fall of ‘69 and he’d gotten a medical discharge.

Still had that limp, though he reckons he’s luckier than most, knows third and fourth hand about guys like Jim Hopper who didn’t come out physically scarred but paid the biggest cost of them all. 

#stranger things #revisiting some wayne pov this fine wednesday #work in progress wednesday

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Work in Progress Wednesday - A Dark Alternative

“You Moonshadows and your illusions.” Claudia scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Rayla tried to ignore her, eyes fixed on the book in front on the table before her.

Claudia sneered, her face twisted in frustration. “Don’t play dumb with me. I get you have the whole childhood angle to work with, but do you honestly not care at all that you’re ruining his life?”

Despite her attempts to look disinterested, Rayla couldn’t help but look up at Claudia. “I- what?”

“It’s bad enough you’re putting all these ridiculous prohibition ideas in his head, but considering what you’ve done, you have to know taking this-” She gestured between Rayla and Callum’s usual chairs. “-public could be the end for him, right?”

Rayla bit her lip, utterly lost for words. What on earth did Claudia mean? What was she talking about? She was surely just working some angle. Callum wouldn’t have told her anything about them and they had been discreet, right? Claudia was just guess, grasping at straws.

“He has no claim to the throne, at best he’ll be drafted and sent to some far away out post.” Claudia continued when it seemed Rayla had nothing to say in protest. “Or he’s going to really piss someone off and end up dead.”

“That’s- I-” Rayla spluttered, her heart catching in her chest. No, Claudia was just being dramatic, right? There was no way Rayla would let anything happen to Callum. She had her ear to the ground more than Claudia ever possibly could. She’d have hear rumours if there were any to hear.

“What’s happening?”

They turned to find Terry standing in the doorway, his eyes wide.

“You’re killing him, you know that?” Some of the fight left Claudia when she turned back to Rayla, though the contempt was clearly evident on her face. “If you actually cared about him, you’d do what’s best for him.”

Rayla’s breath caught in her throat, and she clenched her fists, fingernails biting into her skin. Desperately, she tried to think of some way to argue with what Claudia was saying.

“Hey, I think it’s best if we all take a break, eh?” Terry stepped forward, putting a hand on Claudia’s shoulder.

Snippet from my canon-verse AU, A Dark Alternative.

This fic continues to grow, but still hoping to start posting in the next few months.

#work in progress wednesday #tdp #the dragon prince #rayllum #rayllum fanfic #zuppi fanfic #fic: a dark alternative

[kiki-shortsnout]

Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

***

‘Good afternoon, Doctor Stephen Strange I presume?’ the man on the other side of Stephen’s door answered.

He has manners. Stephen begrudgingly admitted, his ego stroked at the use of his title. The omega was slight, small in stature as was typical for male omegas, well-groomed and Stephen took a moment to appraise him. He’d never been with an omega, preferring the uncomplicated nature of betas, their lack of pheromones better suited to Stephen’s need for control in his life, but his man might have made him look twice.

‘You must be Tony Stark, please come in.’

‘Yeah, about that, I’m really sorry but I’ve had a slight hiccup with my babysitter and…’

Opening the door wider, Stephen saw there was a small child attached to his hand, a girl with the same huge chocolate eyes as the omega, her free hand clutching a stuffed animal of some description.

You have got to be kidding.

He should do them all a kindness and shut the door in his face now, but Wong’s warning hung over him, so he gritted his teeth and stepped back, opening the door wider.

‘Take a seat,’ he spoke through clenched teeth after they’d followed him down the hallway, indicating the impressive dining table near his piano, watching the child like a hawk as she moved, touching nothing as she sat on the chair

At least it's well-behaved, Stephen thought to himself, sitting opposite them and smoothing out the application form. A brief look at the omega’s neck told him everything he needed to know. Unbonded, a single parent then. Explains the high school education.

‘So, how long did it take you to judge me?’ Tony asked, folding his arms over his chest and giving him a sardonic smile.

‘I don’t know why you think that you’re qualified for this job, why you believed bringing a child along for an interview would help your prospects,’ Stephen told him frankly.

‘I apologize for bringing her, I know it’s unprofessional, but it would be irresponsible for me to leave her alone, or ask someone she doesn’t know to watch her. In terms of being qualified, no, I have nothing on paper that can show you my qualifications, but I do have experience of being a single parent.’

Stephen said nothing more, almost daring the omega to elaborate.

‘No one knows time management better than a single parent, how else could I work and support my child? I did it alone, cared for her, and stayed committed to her development. I’ve dressed her, fed her, got her to her appointments, and that was what you were asking for in the application form.’

He scoffed, the sound making the small girl flinch.

‘I think you’re oversimplifying the care my mother requires. I do not doubt the amount of effort that goes into child rearing, but those skills aren’t applicable here.’ Stephen couldn’t believe he was even explaining this, let alone entertaining this farce of an interview.

‘Doctor Strange!’

Evangeline, his mother’s carer burst through the door, her hair standing on edge from where she’d obviously run sweaty hands through it, splotches of red on her cheeks from her frustrated anger.

‘I can’t, not anymore. I know I promised to stay until you found someone else, but that woman is impossible.’

‘Evangeline, wait,’ Stephen pleaded, getting to his feet, ignoring his guests as he tried to chase after her.

‘Don’t listen to what he says, she’s a monster,’ Evangeline directed towards Stark before she fled the penthouse, ignoring Stephen’s repeated calls for her to stop.

He’d only made it a few steps before the front door slammed, the sound echoing through the space of his penthouse.

What the hell was he going to do now?

‘I think it’s best if-’

‘Stephen!’

The headache that had been brewing behind his eyes grew in strength, pounding against the inside of his skull as his mother wheeled herself into the room, her rage in her scent thick enough to make Stephen’s nose curl, and he spared a brief thought for how the omega might find it.

‘What happened?’ Stephen asked, his voice monotone. He’d long ago learnt to keep his emotions out of it, knowing anything he said would make situations such as this worse.

‘What happened is another one of those bimbos you hired completely ignored my wishes and began doing things without my permission. I don’t understand why you think it’s so hard to-’

‘Mother, we talked about this. They’re here to help you, to help you be as independent as possible. However, they’re not your emotional punching bags-’

‘They’re supposed to ask me at least-’

‘And we both know your demands are impossible-’

‘If you just listened to me for once!’

‘That’s enough!’ A clap of hands interrupted them, and they both looked at the standing omega, his hands still clasped together as he stared at the pair of them.  ‘We’re all grown adults here, so let's stop shouting over each other and listen, shall we?’ He spoke to them as if they were of the same age as the child still sitting at the table, and Stephen stretched to his full height, outraged at the impudence.

‘What happened?’ His voice lowered, becoming sweet and coaxing as he addressed his mother, and to his wonderment her anger dissipated, her eyes wide and uncertain with the omega’s full attention on her.

‘I wanted to go for a walk. I haven’t left the apartment in a few days and-’

‘That’s because you made Evangeline’s life hell for-’

‘Nope, no interrupting. You’ll get your say in a minute.’ The omega held his hand up, silencing Stephen’s explanation, and he could see the slight smile on his mother’s lips, a genuine amusement he hadn’t seen in months. Forcing his outrage down, he shifted from foot to foot, gripping hold of his temper as he watched events unfold.

‘You were saying…’

‘Beverly.’

‘Beverly. Sorry, please continue.’

#tony x stephen #ironstrange #work in progress wednesday #It's another long story!

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This border was taken from the @ao3commentoftheday and done by (I think) @heavenssexiestangel. I was tagged in this by the lovely @incorrectcoldflashblog who had a lovely snippet of their own <3 -- I am two days late, but let's goooo

I'm not actually going to say which fic this is from because it will give away something important, but the snip itself is just another character's perspective on one of my fav characters.

Constantly having the rug pulled out from under him, constantly being left behind. When Teresa first met him, she’d dismissed him as obstinate, too terrified to see the writing on the wall to make rational decisions, and that his downfall was entirely his fault. That wasn’t a fair assessment. All of Gally’s life has been writings on the wall, and he’s done everything he knew how to try to prepare for them. They were smart decisions, even if they were wrong, tough decisions, even if he didn’t want to make them. Sometimes his downfall was his fault, yes, but sometimes it wasn’t. Gally’s been trying to learn lessons from every failure that he’s ever encountered, but what he hasn’t figured out is sometimes bad things happen and it’s not his fault at all.

No pressure tags! @moriavis , @qlala , @pathsofoak , @mmmichyyy , @its-tea-time-darling , @hamartian-cathexis , @sophiainspace , @jrooc , @go-catch-a-chickn , @persnickett , @leonard-cold and anyone else who wants to do this (two days late like me or even later! )

#work in progress wednesday #wips #the maze runner #tmr #tmr gally #tmr teresa #tag games

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Happy Wednesday! Thanks for the tags @leithillustration and @rimeswithpurple! I am floooooooored by all the illustrations people are coming out with this month. Amazing stuff! I can't draw *at all* so the idea of drawing something stunning every day is... yeah, you're all deities.

What have I been up to? A variety of things. Some more work on my Holsom timeloop, some work on my In Other Lands story, recently finished a first draft of mechanic!Simon, and started on my second CORB piece as well. But nothing is getting that much attention because I've been focusing on doing life stuff. (My dog had dental surgery yesterday. It was a time.)

Here is the entire text of one of my CORB pieces so far. I have a sense of where this is going, but it's taking a while to get there.

The sky is pink-orange, rippling with clouds. Simon is sitting in front of me, legs stretched toward the water.  I reach down to put my hand on his shoulder. He's warm, sun-soaked and soft. He reaches back to thread his fingers between mine, and tugs me down to sit next to him. 

And this is from the In Other Lands fic I'm writing:

Elliot slung an arm around Golden's shoulder. Golden had gotten more relaxed as he told the stories, and was at this point the most casual in posture and expression that Elliot had ever seen in an elven gentleman. "You truly are a precious jewel, Golden-Hair-Scented-Like-Summer. Serene has said as much, but I found it hard to believe she'd found someone who truly deserved her until this very moment." Golden leaned his head forward enough to allow a few tendrils of his hair fall into his face, a gesture Elliot was learning to understood meant I am demuring from this compliment, but which also gave Golden a convenient visual shield for any expression of pride that might sully his reputation.

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Happy Wednesday, Friends! Would love to see what y'all are working on!

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#work in progress wednesday #in other lands #golden-hair-scented-like-summer #serene-heart-in-the-chaos-of-battle #elliot schafer #turn of the story #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch