Fic Update Roundup!

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I've got 3 fics that I forgot to crosspost links to in the past 2 weeks, so here they are!

Title: Extra Credit
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Divergent - Veronica Roth
Pairing/Characters: Eric/Tris Prior
Critical Tags: Smut, Roleplay, Cunnilingus
Summary: It takes some coordination, some bribery, and two very un-Dauntless outfits for them to get their scene set for the night's play.
Written for the Roleplay Flash on AO3.
Excerpt:

Tris had to clear her throat again as she rounded the desk to take a seat. "You can come in." As the handle turned, Tris realized she had forgotten the pair of spectacles that finalized the look. She quickly pulled them on just as Eric was stepping through the doorway.

"I hope I'm not bothering you," Eric said.

"Not at all." A beat passed and Tris smoothed the front of her skirt with the palms of her hands. She was supposed to be driving this scene, right? Why could she only think about how weird Eric looked out of his Dauntless blacks, back in the soft blue polo that had probably last fit four years ago. It was straining against his shoulders. The look… wasn't bad, Tris decided. At least not for the purposes of tonight. "Is this about your last paper? It was lackluster and I told you that you needed to spend more than one evening on it," Tris chided.

His eyes were hungrily trawling up and down her form, or at least as much as could be seen behind the desk. Tris held back a smirk. She leaned forward, hands clasping in front of her. She didn’t have much to work with, so to speak, but the effect was still appreciable based on how Eric shifted between his feet.

"Yeah, about that," he said. He paused to clear his throat and drag his attention back to Tris' face. "Is there anything that I can do to get a better grade?"

"For that paper? Mmm, I'm afraid not," Tris drawled. "But I might be convinced to offer some… extra credit."

Title: and I saw myself in you while you saw yourself in me
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV)
Pairing/Characters: Aleksander/Alina Starkov
Critical Tags: Rulse 63, F!Darkling, Masquerade Ball
Summary: Alina attends a masquerade ball in some rather eye-catching colors. Or one specific color, at least.
Written for the Rule 63 Exchange.
Excerpt:

This was the first time in weeks that Alina herself hadn’t been in Etherealki blue. At first Genya had shown her a rack of gold, yellow, and cream gowns which ran the gamut of simple, elegant, and utterly overdone.

“It doesn’t have to be… sun themed, does it?” Alina had asked finally after being unable to commit to an answer to which she liked best. Then Genya had gotten a twinkle in her eye and sent Alina away without further discussion. Three weeks later, just this morning, she had delivered the final pair of options for Alina’s selection.

“One’s less on the nose, subtle, since I know you’re not one for the center of attention. The other…” Genya had trailed off while Alina unzipped the garment bags. “I thought it would be cheeky. Just the right kind of fun for this event. You’re probably the only one who could get away with it right now. Not even the nobles cross that line. But, well, you’ve kind of got more leeway with her than any of them.”

Alina could see now that Genya hadn’t been lying. For all the Grisha impersonations that were on display, none varied from the base three colors. The majority seemed to favor the bright Corporalki reds, with a decent contingent of Sun Summoner wannabes that flitted about the room. Yet no one had tried to imitate the stark black of the Black General.

Title: Where Hoofbeats and Hearts Thunder - Ch 12
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV)
Pairing/Characters: Aleksander/Alina Starkov
Critical Tags: Horses, Gift Giving, Road Trips
Chapter Summary: Now that Alina has read the letters, she is finally ready to resolve their disagreement.
Excerpt:

The general was now unrolling one of the bedrolls on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“I can do that for myself in a minute,” Alina said. She folded the note and tucked it into the folio, taking care that it wouldn’t be misplaced among the other letters or blank pages.

“And why would you have to do that?” Kirigan asked.

Oh, so it was going to be like that, then?

Alina opened her mouth to remind him that the agreement had been plenty clear earlier and then thought better of it. It was much easier - and more straightforward - to take advantage of the opportunity she had crossing the room to deposit the packet of letters into her bag. She was able to abuse the tight quarters and a raised eyebrow to nudge Kirigan out of the way while she went to her bag. And then Alina dropped onto the half-laid out bedroll and simply refused to budge.

“Mine,” Alina said simply.

“Alina,” Kirigan started emphatically. He still had a spare blanket in the other hand that hadn’t been spread out yet.

She crossed her arms over her chest all the while giving him a blithe smile. “I thought that I was ‘Miss Safin’ right now?”

There was a particular sense of victory that came when Kirigan pinched the bridge of his nose. He grumbled under his breath. Alina only caught pieces of it. It sounded like Old Ravkan and none of it was particularly charitable. He gave one final attempt to convince her to move to the bed, if she would please.

“I told you: I’m not going to let you sleep on the ground another night,” Alina protested. “Not on my behalf. I’ll live, honestly.” She reached up and stole the blanket from him. It was from the inn and delightfully free of any horse scent.

Kirigan threw his hands up before carding one through his hair. “This is where you draw the line. Of course.”