Slowly, careful not to jostle anything on the counter, Samira takes two steps across the tiled bathroom floor until she can see Trinity and Parker again. Just to keep an eye on them, so I know when they’re leaving, Samira tells herself, deliberately ignoring the shiver that washes over her as she peers through the crack in the door. Samira can just make out the edge of a bed behind Parker, and the thought — the possibility — makes her lower belly clench with sudden, traitorous heat.

They look incredible together, the lamplight by the bed casting them both in a deep, bronze glow, shadows slip-sliding down to the space between their bodies. Trinity’s hair is loose around her shoulders, Parker cupping the back of Trinity’s head as they kiss, and Parker’s shoulder flexes slightly as she pulls Trinity closer.

They…this is not my fault, they shouldn’t be doing this…Parker’s her attending, this is so…so…

So hot, Samira squashes the thought before it can fully form, refusing to acknowledge the pu

Clark stared at the mug for another second. Then he picked it up, took a sip, and put it back down. “Jimmy,” he said. “There’s dish soap in this.”

“Jesus.” Jimmy took the mug back, exasperated, went over and dumped it in the sink. You try to do one nice thing for a guy.

##

(or: HERE’S THE PROBLEM, Cat texted. SUPERMAN DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO EAT PUSSY!!!!!!)

If only there were a broad-spectrum antibiotic that could treat the side effects of having a drug-induced threesome with your coworkers.

“It would be very irresponsible of our husbands and wives to let us go wandering, in what must be an enchanted forest, without their close supervision. It’s nearly certain that we are married to each other.”

“Actually,” says Armand, “I haven’t had the pleasure.”

“Of…?” says Louis, at the same time Daniel says, with much more force and much less discretion, “You haven’t fucked Lestat?”

Armand and Louis both make faces at him that he for sure deserves, but that’s not the point right now. “I mean,” he clarifies, at a volume that’s lower but perhaps not by much, “you haven’t topped Lestat?”

Or: Lestat bottoms for everyone, the fic.

He manages to shimmy out of the bed and onto the floor, the stone tile cold on his bare feet. A week ago they were at Wolfhagen, but now they’re in Spain, chasing after Nathan’s father, for all the good it’s likely to do them.

*

After the events of canon, the main trio regroup.

Everything’s great and that’s a problem for Noah.

They run. They travel. And then they settle down, for however long they have.

Her power fed her the vibration at the heart of every person, and here, in the great mass of people, she felt it like a drum, the steady beat of every heart, the throbbing of their veins, and it flowed through her, a powerful rhythm that lifted her up. The vibration in her answered, in a pure way, alive, without the death she tasted when she used her gift.

The other things the Fairborn Council took from them.

Izzy, tormented by Ed and Stede’s renewed happiness, gets hit with a de-aging curse. Can he learn to stop worrying and love gay sex?

(Spoiler: yes.)

“So you literally snatched me off the street just so I’d stop dreaming about you?” Nile demands.

“Precisely,” Quỳnh says. “The dreams stop when we meet. Therefore it was necessary for us to do so. And now that we have, you’re free to go.”

“Uh-uh, no freaking way is that it! You do not get to ruin my one night out just for this. Do you see this outfit?” Nile gestures as expressively as she can with her wrists still bound together. “These are my fuck-me boots. I am supposed to be getting my groove on with the help of a few Hurricanes right now, and instead this ensemble is going to complete waste in some backwater bayou. So you are gonna sit your ass down and make it worth my while, lady.”

(Nile meets Quỳnh. It doesn’t go as anyone was expecting, except possibly Andy.)

Roy is alone in Marbella, and it’s fine until he finds out that Jamie fucking Tartt is in Ibiza.

He gives the invitation to join him for a few days against his better judgment, but he still gives it.

Jamie needs a place to stay. Things deteriorate very quickly after that.

“Let us take care of you, yeah?”

If summer comes, can autumn be far behind?

Years into Elinor’s marriage to Colonel Brandon, friendships grow closer, and uncomfortable conversations are had.

Nile has been on the team for a while, seen some wild shit, gotten mostly used to her new reality.

The last thing she expects is an invitation to a threesome.

“Being a Jedi Master must count for something besides the ability to lift really big rocks.”

Mara Jade (surely something she said at some point in the Expanded Universe)

Poe shrugs. “Nothing. I’m good.”

"You're weird and tense," Finn says. He doesn't sound angry about it, so there's that, at least. "All I said was, 'you're coming over to Rey's tonight, right?' and you got weirder."
"Did not!"
He totally did.

Poe’s trying to figure out postwar living. Finn and Rey are, as usual, way ahead of him.

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