Unplanned, a drabble of Boom

After Find Me a Boy and Are You Her?, between Year 40 & 41 of the Addergoole School

The drive home was long, silent, and uncomfortable.

Cya kept stealing glances over at the boy in the passenger's seat. He wasn't fighting. She had plans in place for fighting. He wasn't scared. She knew what to do when they were scared. He wasn't crying, he wasn't yelling, he wasn't asking questions.

If she went through her normal script, he might find a way to kill himself and convince himself it had been her plan. This was very irregular.

Finally, she had to ask. "You really thought I was a serial killer?"

He glanced over at her. He wasn't exactly moping, but he was making the face her boys did, and now her grandkids, too, when they didn't get what they wanted. "They said it was like that novel, that you took one student every year as some sort of tribute."
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Moving Forward, a continuation of Wren/Nydia for the October Giraffe Call

This is to rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation of
Love and Hospitality,
Graduation Plans,
and
Good Bones.

“No, I don’t think you understand.” Wren leaned forward over the table and tried not to pound on the table. Ladies do not throw tantrums in public. Ladies smile, and find out all their enemies’ weaknesses. Phelen had been full of good lessons. Massive control, but lots of good lessons. “We are not looking for someone who wants a nanny. We are not looking for someone who wants a mommy. We have our own children.”

“Look, if I’m going to top someone as a lifestyle, I expect them to cook and clean for me. I expect my subs to do as I tell them. That’s not being childish; that’s just the way I do things.”

He was slick as a snake and twice as scaly, although he was on the list as Faded. Nydia had gone silent next to Wren, and she understood the urge. She pursed her lips at the man.

“Then we are not interested.”
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Lovely one-sentence story

kate is taking prompts for her one sentence fic meme. For my prompt, "Criminal Minds, Reid, bottle of beer.", kate wrote the following fill:

"No, like this," Morgan says, wrapping his lips around the bottle and taking the whole neck of it in his mouth.

<3<3<3<3<3

And stealing the meme

From kate

Give me a 'verse (mine, yours, or someone else's) and at least one other thing (prompt, kink, pairing, color, whatever) and I will attempt to write you a one sentence fic.

If I'm not familiar with the fandom/'verse, I'll ask you to go fish (pick another)