#mini sequel

Elle aimed the tip of her saber at his grinning silhouette, she slid one foot behind the other and pushed her weight into the heel of her bent knee, the position her father taught her. Messere Athan raised his sword to his lips, peppering the lurid edge with an audible kiss, before he poised himself for battle.

Without her magic, Elle realized she was at a disadvantage. The man was a head taller and much stronger; she would have to make up for her shortcomings with speed and dexterity.

She was a conduit without a spark, but that didn’t mean the runes in her blade surrendered to the wills of the Templar.

Athan flipped the jewel up in the air with his thumb, sending it tumbling upwards in a prismatic blur-- Elle’s eyes dashed to it, and the Templar lunged for her.

She parried his blow at the last second, cursing her mistake the entire time, ‘Fucking shiny things.’ The lightning in her fulgurant blade fizzled and churned the narrow interstice between them into fractured violet phantoms.

They leapt from her blade to his, lapping at his skin, but the stinging kisses they planted only seemed to entice him. He licked his lips, tasting them as they lashed out at his tongue.

She grimaced in disgust, and thrusted her knee upwards into his sword, dislodging it from her own and breaking their stalemate. Elle advanced upon the opportunity she created and plunged her saber into his high collared neck.

He expertly recovered, avoiding laceration to his throat by merely a hair, and turned his blade back on her. She ducked, his swinging advance cut short by the chiseled stone behind her, and she spun with her saber directed at his back. In truth, Elle had never faced a Templar before, all confidence she bore was falsely presented. Pride was a great motivator. What a tale she could spin, absolved of her magic, steel pressed upon steel, skill outwitting skill, a true test worthy of a Lord of Fortune. She could finally prove herself against a worthy adversary.

With his backfoot, he swept backwards in an arc, knocking Elle from her feet within a cloud of rock and dust as his sword cut through stone. She plummeted down, her legs flinging into the air rather ungracefully as his weapon pursued her.

Sam Smith joins cast of Four Weddings and a Funeral mini sequel

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Sam Smith joins cast of Four Weddings and a Funeral mini sequel

Okay, so recently I received an amazing comment from @felixfvlicis and I’m basically shit at responding to comments like this so I just blurted out onto my keyboard the first thing that came to mind, which turned out to be a teeny follow-up to the story.

Please, people, stop being so nice to me.  Idk wtf to do about it.  lol.

“Is this all right for tonight?” Harry asked, turning slightly when he saw Draco’s eyes on him in the mirror.

Draco strolled up behind him, lifting his hands to bat Harry’s fumbling fingers away from trying to knot his own tie.  His breath was hot in Harry’s ear, and Harry shivered as Draco nimbly looped the thin swath of fabric into a perfect bow.  Harry leaned back against him; he could feel Draco’s cock, soft in his trousers still, pressed against the curve of his own arse, and he wiggled a bit.  

Draco huffed a quiet chuckle in his ear.  "This is all right for a few hours.  When we get home, it all comes off again.“ he replied at length.   He paused.  His gaze was dark and smoky in the mirror as Harry met his eyes.  "Well.  Maybe before, even.”

Lengthening with increasing firmness, Draco’s cock pressed into Harry’s backside, and Harry arched into the sensation, his breath coming lighter and faster.

“It’s a ball,” he warned, voice more ragged than he intended.  "Muggle, remember.  Try not to break your leg or something.“

Draco’s smirk became a glare, but Harry could tell his heart wasn’t in it.  "I don’t always–”

“The movie theater,” Harry reminded him with a snicker.  "The amusement park.  The regular park.  The–“

"Fine.”  Draco flapped a dismissive hand before curling it around Harry’s waist and pulling him flush against his body again.  "Then I guess the only place I’m safe with you is in bed.  Why bother going out at all?“

"We have to,” Harry got out, a bit choked as Draco deftly unzipped his trousers and slid a smooth hand inside.  "I promised.“

"You didn’t promise to be on time,” Draco murmured.  

Harry turned his head to the side and let Draco’s mouth catch his in a kiss. “You’re right.  I didn’t,” he panted as Draco’s hand began to move faster over his cock.

“So we could be a bit late?” Draco checked, in a voice like silk.

“A-a half hour.  Forty five minutes,” Harry gasped.   “Maybe.”

“Doesn’t seem that long,” Draco said reprovingly, as Harry’s trousers slid down to puddle around his knees.  Draco added the other hand and did that thing Harry liked.  

Well, I actually had a whole situation in mind for a possible sequel but I usually never write them so I figured why not share it with you, anon?

Arthur and Alfred would obviously continue their relationship, taking care to meet up in remote places or if they’re feeling risky enough- Arthur’s bedroom (Arthur’s got to be quiet). The queen by then, even though she knows there can only be one King of Spades, tries to set Arthur up with another Prince from a neighboring kingdom. Her reasons are that “it’s good to have close relations with other kingdoms, and who knows? Maybe you can get a few gifts out of it too”. It’s a common practice for princes in that verse (in my mind), to court others before they meet their king. Arthur would tell Alfred this, and what luck, Alfred pulls out a gift of his own. His great-grandmother's ring, something passed down in their family to loved ones. It’s then clear to Arthur what Alfred sees in the future of their relationship- 

Arthur wants it too. 

The two engage in spontaneous love-making or something like that, but alas Arthur has to go back home. It’s already late. He returns to the castle not going unnoticed by a few maids, who’ve taken to whispering about his recent escapades and the occasional limp in his walk when he’s returned from a good one. 

Uh-oh! The Queen’s in his room. She takes into account Arthur’s tousled hair, his flushed skin and the marks Alfred had carelessly left on his neck. Not to mention the ring on his finger- she’s mad, but she’s tactful. She greets him with a smile and leaves, telling a guard to accompany her as she follows Arthur to wherever he’s always going to. The next day they follow Arthur and watch as the two sit lazily under a tree, sharing a breakfast. The Queen snaps out, Alfred is thrown in jail, Arthur is locked away in his room. Alfred is then banished from the kingdom, never to return, the ring torn from Arthur’s finger and thrown in the grass out by the courtyard. Alfred spends what feels like an eternity looking for it, and then he leaves, never to return. 

Or so it seemed. 

Months later, the king, Arthur’s father’s mark fades. The kingdom searches for their new king. Arthur sits on a throne beside his mother with empty eyes as she scrutinizes the men lined up with their so-called ‘marks’. Fake, fake, fake- 

Who better to turn up with a mark that was indeed very real than a smug Alfred Jones himself :)

Here's the sequel to the Stewart Downing mini! Enjoy! xx sara

I think they should make a mini sequel like they did with Tangled where one of Hans' brothers come to apologize for what he did and he and Elsa end up falling in love.

            Like before, Cesc and Sascha switched places; Kira drove the girls home and Cesc stole the keys to Gerard’s car. None of the four spoke as they rode back to Barcelona. Sascha was staring at the dashboard and Kira knew not to push her right now. She would find out the whole story soon enough, but right now, Sascha needed some quiet.

            Cesc, on the other hand, was merciless towards Gerard. The two had been in the car, maybe fifteen seconds before he started asking questions; what happened; why did you stop kissing her; are you sure you grabbed everything from the hotel room.

            “Tell me you idiot!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. Gerard winced as his friend’s voice echoed in the tiny sports car. This was easily the twelfth time Cesc had said this endearing statement and each time it gained new volume. Gerard had honestly thought about strangling him, but thought better of it.

            “You either tell me, or I will call Kira and have her ask Sascha, which means Sascha will cry—more than she already probably is—and that will be all because you couldn’t—“

            “If I tell you, will you please shut the hell up and stop yelling?” Gerard asked, finally breaking his stare out the window. Cesc nodded dramatically. “We kissed.”

            “Wow…” Cesc said sarcastically. “Because Kira and I couldn’t tell… Thanks!”

            “And I stopped and told her I’m sorry.” Gerard growled. He was still kicking himself for stopping and just walking away like that. He saw Sascha crying next to Kira on the beach and it hurt him worse than any penalty on the pitch. He knew that he was the only reason she was crying. She was tough, she rarely let anyone see her emotions, especially not tears.

            “You apologized, for what? Waiting so long?” Cesc laughed at his own joke, while Gerard just waited for him to stop.

            “Because I can’t do it again.”

            “Do you have some weird disease that can be transmitted through kissing that I don’t know about, because I’m sure Sascha won’t care.”

            "Because she is my best friend.” Cesc turned to glare at his—supposed best friend. “Best female friend.” Gerard corrected, raising his hands in surrender. When Cesc felt Gerard was being sincere he turned his attention back to the road. “What we have—had—sure, it wasn’t normal or easy to explain, but it worked for us. You know? We went out, had fun, I could tell her everything—“

            “Ok can I just say that sounds a lot like dating someone? And people who date, kiss?” Cesc said slowly. “It’s like you two were already dating, just not kissing.”

            “I don’t want her to have to deal with the press—“

            "Kira is the press.” Cesc was confused now, not shockingly though. “She can steer the media away. Well, at least at Hola!.”

            “Sascha wouldn’t want that though. It would be too much for her to handle. She would just pretend it wasn’t there, but it would build up around her.” He shrugged. “And I’m not going to just sit there while the media bashes her for simple dating me. She doesn’t deserve that.”

            “Not all the girls have been hated?” Cesc offered. “I mean, Kira isn’t hated.”

            “That’ because the majority of the news about you is your transfer. People probably don’t even notice Kira yet, and if they do, they don’t think she's your girlfriend.” He said, a little harshly. “You’re right though, not all the girls, but I don’t want to chance it with Sascha. She’s finally gotten her promotion at the office and if there is even a small chance of that being ruined by us dating, then I don’t want to date her.”

            The girls were going mad with the silence. Kira couldn’t take it; she was just sitting while Sascha was on the verge of a breakdown. Kira hated seeing her friend like this. Especially since this whole vacation was her idea.

            “Did he say why he stopped?” Kira asked gently. Sascha shook her head and watched as a few rain dropped escaped the clouds and hit the front windshield. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to talk about it, but, it’s kind of hard to just sit here and not ask.”

            “It’s fine.” Sascha shrugged, knowing she needed to get everything out there. “It’s just, it’s like someone kicked me in the stomach, and all my air just vanished. I mean, it all happened so fast; one minute we’re just standing there, the next we’re kissing, I blink and we’ve stopped. It happened that fast and then he just turned and walked away, like it hadn’t happened.”

            Kira frowned deeply, but kept her eyes on the road ahead.

            “It’s like, he had been wanting to kiss me, but it somehow didn’t live up to his expectations.”

            “I doubt that’s why he stopped.” Kira said. “The guy in heels over head for you.” She laughed lightly. Sascha let one side of her lip turn up in smile. “Maybe you two—“