#I love posting about needing to finish one wip and then immediately posting a snippet from a completely different one 😭😭

[castielmacleod]

Crowley when Cas is having another internalised homophobia moment about their relationship: hey, don’t cry, you and me ascending to godhood, ok?

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 21 available on AO3 and Chapter 22 will be posted soon.

Currently 21 chapters completed: 797.4K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

[Previous snippet from Several Sentences Sunday]

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 22 because there's less than one day remaining until Buck and Eddie get married.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 21, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie finalized everything before they left on Friday, December 15th. On December 10th, Buck agreed to meet with his biological father and the three of them will be present at the restaurant Edward selected. Buck still doesn't know Chris is going to ask him to adopt him on Christmas morning and neither Buck nor Chris knows anything about the gift Eddie bought to commemorate the special moment. Also, Eddie's planning several big surprises for Buck on their wedding day and for a week later when they arrive in London but Eddie doesn't know Chris and Buck are planning a surprise for him too. The three of them are speaking Italian more frequently and finally, Maddie, the 118 and Athena are still planning to throw them an engagement party because they don't know they're getting married which means New Year's Eve at Maddie's and Chimney's is going to be interesting 😉.

Buck and Eddie will tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They've revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner (Chapter 17), to Eddie's parents, his sisters, his abuela and Tia Pepa (Chapter 18) and Buck told the Buckley parents he's getting married and that he has a son (Chapter 19). Only three people know they're getting married and they are Chris, Carla and Malone. They told Carla and Malone (Chapter 19) because they asked them to be their witnesses at the Italian Consulate and they told Chris (Chapter 20) that evening after they got the "Atto Notorio" (Declaration) signed but no one else knows. In Chapter 21, Buck, Eddie and Chris arrived in Rome, Italy and they're preparing for the big day.

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Here's another romantically fluffy snippet from Chapter 22 of Eddie and Buck having a conversation while they're in their bedroom inside of their villa in Roma, Italia.

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It’s dark o’clock outside and they both know they should be sleeping but they’re awake and lying in bed simply gazing into each other’s eyes.  Their arms are wrapped around the other one’s waist, their legs are tangled together underneath the covers and even though their heads are lying on their own pillows, their faces are only millimeters apart.

After a few seconds of looking into those honey brown eyes he loves so much, Buck unwraps one of his arms from around Eddie’s waist, he lightly taps the bridge of his nose, smiles then says, “Piccola… you’re supposed to be sleeping.”

He chuckles and responds, “Amore mio, so are you”.

They laugh and after their laughter subsides, Buck’s smile brightens and he replies, “I’m too excited to sleep”.

“Me too.”

They stay there in the moment and allow the weight of their admissions to surround them.

Without breaking eye contact, Eddie unwraps one of his arms, he lifts his hand and lightly rubs his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip.

The response is immediate because Buck’s entire body shivers at the touch.  He’s not cold by any means because he set the thermostat and he knows the temperature inside of the villa is a balmy 75 degrees.  It’s Eddie’s touch that does it and he knows there’s no one else in this world that can make him feel the way Eddie can.

The feeling of his arms being around him, the taste of his lips being pressed against his, the roll of his tongue when they’re French kissing along with every other touch of his is now memorized and it’s indubitably imprinted on his brain.

Eddie Diaz is the love of his life; he always has been and he always will be.  They’re in love with each other and they're soulmates who share a love of their lives type of love that transcends both space and time.

They’ve been sharing emotional intimacy for more than six years; they’ve been sharing romantic intimacy for the past 3 months and 15 days but in a few hours, they’re going to experience physical intimacy for the first time on their wedding night and he’s been counting the number of days they had left for weeks.  Now he’s counting the hours and pretty soon he’ll be counting the minutes until he says, “I do” and becomes Mr. Evan Diaz.

Eddie noticed when his fiancé shivered, so he repeats the action and the response is instant.  When Buck shivers, he watches as his ocean blue eyes darken like he’s ready to be devoured and he knows in a little more than 19 hours, he’s going to give him everything he wants and needs.

Buck whispers, “Eddie... in exactly 12 hours, we’re getting married”.

“We are and guess what?”

Buck dreamily looks at his fiancé and whisper asks, “What?”

“I can’t wait for us to be husba...”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Buck closes the millimeters of space between them and kisses him with so much passion it causes them to tighten their arms around the other one.  It’s a long deep and slow kiss that’s filled with promises of everything that’s going to happen between them in a matter of hours.

They get lost in it and while they continue to lick and pant into each other’s mouths, Buck does the same thing he’s been doing for the last couple of weeks, he repositions them so Eddie’s on top of him.  Once he’s covering his whole body, he opens his legs and bends his knees but this time he also wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist and pushes his hips up to let him know how much he wants him.

He breaks the kiss then talks against his lips and exclaims with a whisper, “Fai l’amore con me!” [“I want you to make love to me”].

What's going to happen next? Will they give in and make love now or are they going to wait until after their ceremony? 👀🤷🏽‍♀️

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - Will be posted soon.

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[cuubism]

I would love to hear about the math verse AU and/or the physical therapy AU and/or Dreamling shibari for the wip game 👀 and no I cannot choose just one! xo @hardly-an-escape

posted a little bit of Math Verse, here's a tiny snippet of Physical Therapy part 9 that i wrote... today, alas there is not much of that chapter yet

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Even if Hob doesn’t say it aloud, it’s okay. Dream knows that Hob loves him. He shows it. He doesn’t need to say it. Dream’s ex-lover had, after all, said that he loved him frequently. “Come on, you know I love you.” But where had it shown up? That was not love. It was the opposite of love. So he doesn’t need Hob to say it back, it is enough that he— “Hey, Dream?” Hob says, interrupting his thoughts. His smile is warm, successfully banishing any hope of Dream finding his line of thinking again, as sunlight does to shadows. “I love you.”

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and Shibari, another damn thing that's so close to being finished XD light nsfw

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This time, when he makes to do so, Dream lets Hob take his shirt off by hand. Hob himself is already shirtless, as he was before, and Dream takes a moment to run his hands down his chest, over his belly, luxuriating in the feeling of his skin. Slow, he thinks. One mistake of last time. Hob kisses the hollow space under his ear, and his jaw, and his throat. He pulls Dream close by his hips so their bellies touch, and he can feel Hob’s arousal pressed against him. Normally Dream takes a more active role in their lovemaking, but this time he lets Hob direct him, tips his head when Hob’s hand goes to his jaw, opens his mouth to Hob’s tongue. Hob takes his time in exploring him, tracing the curves of a now-familiar river, its embankments and erosions. Unbuttons Dream’s jeans without looking, pulls them down and lets Dream balance on him as he steps out of them. So physical, and almost awkward for it, for while Dream is fluid as air in the Dreaming, he always feels just a bit wrong in the waking, liable to disjoint and slip the bounds of his skin, the way dreams can fracture when hit by sunlight. He must concentrate. He must imagine himself a thing of the waking world. But Hob. Hob is a master of his body. He has had so long to learn how to use it, and he has applied it to so many different things in that time. As Dream stands, Hob brings him in close again just by leaning into his space, like he’s pressuring a skittish wild thing, loops him in with one strong hand wrapped around his upper arm. His body is surety and dominance and Dream is utterly in his thrall. When Hob turns him, steps behind him, as he had done last time, Dream is dropping to his knees already before Hob can lay a hand to the back of his neck. Hob’s sharp intake of breath catches in Dream’s chest, and Dream smiles, just a small twitch of the lips in satisfaction. He is in Hob’s thrall, but so is Hob in his, for submission is its own form of power. “You want to be good for me, love?” Hob says, stroking his fingertips up the back of Dream’s neck and into his hair. “Or do you just have something that you want?” “As you say,” Dream says, noncommittally, and delights in Hob grabbing a firm grip of his hair. “That,” Hob says, “is not quite good enough.” Hob pulls his head back, a sharp, firm tug admonishing him for his response. Dream resists automatically and Hob’s grip only tightens. Dream is not so easily overcome by sensation as he was in the immediate aftermath of his escape, the first time he had knelt for Hob. In some ways it has been a disappointment to slide back towards equilibrium. But he sees now that it has its benefits, too. The strength of Hob’s grip in his hair that would then have been too painful to tolerate now sends sparks of pleasured agony through him. Dream’s spine curves. His neck strains. Hob is immovable. It’s instinct to resist his pull, to clutch to station and power and kingship, but when he yields and lets Hob tip his head back, bares his throat, it feels like sinking into a soft bed. Hob will move him and use him but he won’t wrench him apart. And all Dream has to do is… let him. Each letting is an exhale. His eyes flutter shut.

[bbutterflies]

People seemed interested in my slowburn Adrino fic (no distance too far) on the wip reblog post - here's one of my favorite little snippets I've written so far! Context being Adrien was out of Paris all summer and he and Nino are starting at a new school when he comes back.

“You got taller!” Adrien shoved Nino playfully. “That’s not fair!”

“It’s not like I can control it,” Nino laughed, shoving him back. “But I can’t say I’m not enjoying being so much taller than you.”

Adrien pushed him again and then ran into the school before Nino could get him back. He weaved through the bodies, laughing and ignoring Nino’s shouts for him to slow down. Adrien ran aimlessly through the hallways — he’d never even set foot in this school before and was already hopelessly lost — but he could hear Nino’s footsteps and laughter echoing in the halls behind him, so he kept going. Past the crowd at the front, past the more thinned-out groups of students, into relatively empty hallways deeper in the school, when Nino finally caught up to him.

Nino caught him around his waist and lifted him right off his feet. Adrien’s breath caught in his throat at how close they suddenly were. He felt his face getting warm as Nino held on tight. He needed to pull himself together.

“Put me down!” Adrien laughed, pushing against Nino’s arm with little success.

“Stop running away from me, then.”

“Boys! No roughhousing in the halls,” a teacher shouted.

Nino immediately put Adrien back on his feet and took a step away. “Sorry.”

“Sorry,” Adrien echoed, but as soon as the teacher had turned around he shoved Nino again. “When did you get so strong?”

“I obviously hit the gym every day while you were gone,” Nino joked. “Had to make sure you were impressed when you got back.”

“Y-yeah. I am.”

“What?”

Adrien turned around as his face heated up. What was wrong with him? “We should- we should go, um, find our first class. So we’re not late.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m great.” Adrien picked a direction, any direction, and started walking. “C’mon. I think it’s this way.”

“It’s definitely the other way. You missed orientation, remember?” Nino grabbed Adrien’s wrist. “I’ll show you.”

Adrien choked back a whine and followed him.

Adrien couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at Nino instead of looking at his notes. Nino had gotten taller, and stronger, since he’d last seen him. Adrien couldn’t stop himself from tracing his eyes up from Nino’s hand — so close to his, close enough he could easily reach out and take it in his own — to his forearm and past his elbow up where his skin met the sleeve of his t-shirt. Even just sitting here typing, it was impossible to ignore how much more toned his arms were than when they’d finished last semester, the faint definition of his muscles flexing as he typed.

(Why did Adrien know that? Why could he remember so clearly what Nino had looked like before?

Had he always been in love with Nino?

He didn’t have time to think about that.

Seriously, though, what had Nino been doing all summer to look like that?)

Adrien wondered what it would be like to be held by him. He wondered what it would be like to fall asleep in his arms.

He snapped his eyes back to his own notes, not that he had any intention of writing anything down. He had to try to focus.

It was inevitable he was looking over at Nino again. 

He found himself studying the curve of his jaw and the shape of his lips, and Nino was warm, probably, and Adrien would bet that he tasted good, and-

Focus!

Adrien stared back at the mostly-empty page in front of him. He was going to have to ask for Nino’s notes. He tried listening to the lecture again but was completely, totally lost. He couldn’t take notes on this if he tried.

Fuck it.

He looked over at Nino again.

He knew from past experience that Nino’s skin was soft. He knew his shoulder was a great place to fall asleep, and it was a tempting offer now, if they weren’t in the middle of a lecture and surrounded by other students.

Was that- was that normal? Did best friends do that? Adrien had never had a good frame of reference for normal-platonic-best-friend behavior, but it was dawning on him that maybe the frequency with which he’d leaned against Nino’s shoulder — cuddled with him, basically — was not necessarily normal. He couldn’t imagine himself like that with anyone else.

But Nino was also his only best friend.

Adrien stifled a sigh, not wanting to draw attention to himself. It was all so confusing and so sudden. Nino’s hair had gotten longer over the summer. Hats were strictly not allowed at this school, which Nino had definitely complained about more than once, but it meant Adrien got the chance to appreciate his dark curls. He wanted to run his fingers through them, to know what his hair felt like. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get the chance to find out.

They were sitting near the window, morning sun filling the room and making Nino’s skin glow like he was covered in honey. Adrien couldn’t help but wonder if it would taste like it, too.

What was wrong with him?

Nino didn’t like him as anything more than friends. It was weird to keep thinking of him like that, in the middle of class, no less.

Nino raised his hand, startling Adrien back to reality. He asked a question Adrien couldn’t even begin to understand, voice smooth and confident, and took note of the answer. Adrien didn’t even bother writing it down, but he tapped his pen on his page restlessly.

Nino glanced at him and mouthed something Adrien couldn’t make out. He just stared back, confused, so Nino stole Adrien’s pen out of his hand and scribbled down a note on the corner of his page.

you good?

Adrien resisted the urge to rip that piece of paper out and frame it somewhere in his room.

He took his pen back with a smile. Tired, he mouthed.

Nino offered him a smile back, warm and forgiving, and turned back to his laptop.

Oh, god, Adrien was never going to pass this class.

He managed to keep his eyes forward for the rest of class, not that he understood any of the material. 

“I have never seen you so distracted, man,” Nino said. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Just jet lag or something, I think,” Adrien lied. He was perfectly synced up with Paris’s time zone, having been adjusting to get back on time for the past week, and had had no trouble at all getting up with his alarm this morning. “I’m alright. Could you send me your notes, though?”

“Mine? Why?”

“I, um, got lost at the beginning.” Adrien pushed his notebook over to Nino. “And then I just stayed lost.”

Nino’s eyes widened when he saw the basically empty page. “Yikes. Yeah, of course, man. Want to come to mine tonight and go over it? My mom’s been dying to see you. She’s worried they didn’t feed you enough when you were gone.”

Adrien definitely wouldn’t get permission, but he didn’t have anything scheduled, and he missed Nino’s mom’s cooking. He could sneak out. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“You’re on.” Nino clapped him on the shoulder. “See you at lunch, then?”

“Yeah, see you later.”

Adrien, by no surprise, had no trouble at all focusing in the rest of his morning classes.

Lunch, though, was spent trying to hold up conversation with Nino without getting lost staring at him.

Adrien felt like he was being a creep. He hated that he couldn't just be normal and talk to his best friend. He hated that he couldn’t stop wondering what the hell Nino had done to get so much stronger, so much more muscular than he remembered.

(Nino had never been able to just pick him up the way he had this morning. Adrien was kind of realizing he was obsessed with that and was stuck wondering what he’d have to do to get it to happen again.)

Adrien had never, ever had this problem before. He was a model, for crying out loud. He was around beautiful people all the time. He’d spent his whole summer around countless attractive people, guys and girls and everyone, each more beautiful than the last. He’d always found it simple enough to ignore any thoughts about them and get to work.

There was no work to be done here. Nothing to do but sit and try not to steal glances at Nino, and try to maybe remember to eat his own lunch while he was at it.

“The food here is so much better than in collège,” Nino said around a mouth full of food.

“Dude, you should swallow before you talk.”

Nino rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I need to impress you anymore.”

Adrien felt his face flushing (which was stupid and not helpful and so unnecessary right now) and tried to play it off by taking a drink of water. “What, don’t care about my opinion?”

“I never said that.”

Adrien froze, staring back at Nino over his glass. “What?”

“What?” Nino parroted. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re being super weird today.”

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

“You look warm.”

Oh, god. Adrien shook his head. “I feel fine.”

“C’mere.” Nino put his arm over Adrien’s shoulders to pull him closer.

Goosebumps raked down Adrien’s arms. “Nino,” he whined, “what are you doing?”

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” Nino held Adrien close, despite the fact he was trying to wriggle free (and oh my god he was so strong how was he doing this so easily with one arm) and brought his other hand to Adrien’s forehead.

Adrien was going to scream.

“I’m fine, seriously.” Adrien tried to push Nino away, as much as he loved being close, because his heart was pounding in his ears and he was struggling to remember to breathe. “Dude, let go.”

“Never. Clearly I need to keep you safe.” Nino wrapped both arms around Adrien, squeezing him tight.

Adrien burst out laughing, still trying to break free. “Nino! Let go!”

“Boys!” a teacher scolded from somewhere nearby, and they both promptly let go and scooted away from each other.

Adrien stole a glance at Nino, who stole a glance back, and they both erupted into laughter.

“Could you imagine what your dad would do if we got suspended for fighting on the first day?” Nino said.

It made Adrien laugh all the much harder. “Oh my god. He’d lose his mind.”

“My mom would kill me. She’d be all over you, though.” Nino rolled his eyes. “Like, convinced I’d actually hurt you.”

“Jealous your mom likes me more?”

“I swear she would just adopt you if she could.”

Adrien didn’t hate the idea, except being Nino’s brother would be… super, super weird.

(Adrien could think of another way to be part of the family that would be way more on track with his line of thinking from the day but they were fifteen and he needed to seriously get his head on straight.)

“Hey, we can always just trade places. Think my father would notice?”

Nino snorted. “I bet I could get at least two days before he did, but only because I, like, lost a fencing tournament or something.”

Given how little time Adrien actually spent with his father, that sounded about right to him, too. “Seems like a fair deal to me.”

“What? No way.” Nino shoved him.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it. Your mom loves having me over.”

“Honestly, she probably wouldn’t even care if you just moved in.”

Adrien really wished he could sometimes.

[kinnbig]

i have finished my engineer and i am humbly asking for all your ramking fics bc i need more of them desperately, im chewing on my drywall over here

OMG hi hello! yeah uh. idk if you'd been warned about that ending in advance, but if not I'M SORRY 🫣 here are the ways I have tried to fix it:

silence and patience (series):

Venus Flytrap (oneshot, rated E) - my first RamKing fic! set a few days post-canon. King returns from his grandma's. also! the very talented (and lovely) @aikinn made a gorgeous gifset for this fic here🥺

Hold Back (oneshot, rated E) - the angsty prequel to Venus Flytrap. it's Ram's POV of the end of episode 14, including an extended (much smuttier) tent kiss scene. this one and VF can be read in any order - I wrote VF first, but this one is set earlier.

Let Me Live in Your Mind (2/2 chapters, rated E) - this one is my baby. early relationship RamKing featuring lots of fluff, smut, switching, and Ram overthinking.

then outside of this series I have:

Anywhere (oneshot, rated T) - a little ficlet set immediately after King leaves the campsite in episode 14, written for a prompt on Tumblr

this snippet of a wip featuring Ram in a skirt and King losing his mind about it

this post that is just me rambling about my established relationship headcanons lmao

aaand a whole bunch of WIPs🫣

I hope this helps ease the need to chew drywall just a little lmao 💀

[rriavian]

ooooo this ask game has a lot of good ones. How about:

🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?

👾 Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?

My aim is to finish a few smaller projects in the first six months of this year. I’ve got some prompts in my inbox that I’m finishing fics for (all smaller stories) and I'd like to keep to a goal of regularly filling prompts this year.

I’ve also got another Corintheus ficlet I want to finish, and Cursed is a shorter piece. So a rough goal is the get those two out for February and then do the rest in whatever time they need :)

 👾 Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?

I think my bad habits are the other sides of my good habits, if that makes sense? The billions of ideas I’m always having can mean that unless I catch that wave when it happens, it feels like I’ve not done anything with that thought and just stalled instead. My own brain can quickly swamp me, and that can make me then struggle to finish. So I’m trying to pace myself better and be less stressed about ‘right now immediately’.

I also tend to write a little chaotically. Prose out of order, leaving rough sentences/ideas as place holders, but this doesn’t always work for longer projects. It can leave some tricky bits to clean up at the end. I can dip back in and be like aha! I know exactly what this needs, but it can also trip me up and stall me.

I’ve got a relatively flexible style, I’ve taken some different approaches in different fandoms and/or fics. Though Baiting the Trap and its specific tone/style was very much something I’d already practised in another series. Just not as explicit and not quite as poetic (the Corinthian’s POV naturally seems to be very lyrical, though not in the same way as Dream's). 

To keep flexibility I like to shake things up and do something completely new to keep myself from losing an edge and getting lazy. Not that I think I am a lazy writer, but I have ways to make sure I’m taking the same care and thought every time. Prompts from other people really help with this as I love considering new angles and tropes.

When something is hard/new I think we go more carefully, and are forced to be more novel, and I really really like improving my skills by doing that. It’s helped me write some of my favourite work.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

There are two secret Corintheus fics I wrote alongside those for Corintheus week that need a last edit before posting but I’m being very quiet about what they are :) should be a nice surprise! I’m also very proud of my Corintheus ‘divorce au’ that I still need do some work on before I post. I think the one I’m most excited about is probably role reversal au because when finished it’s going to be the longest fic I’ve yet posted that’s not split into a series. It'll also be the longest fic I’ve written in years.

It’s quite ambitious, and will probably have a sequel. I’ve planned the second arc out because I had to split the original fic in two. There’s lots of threads as well as other relationship dynamics and subplots. It’s about Dream and the Corinthian of course, but also very much about how they interact with other characters. Death shows up quite a lot, but I would say that Lucienne and Gault are the other really major characters in the fic.

I’m also branching out into other parings/writing some more gen fics. And, as an honourable mention, what was intended as the last two parts of Baiting the Trap have both been written for over a year and every single day I just want to share where it’s going. Unfortunately there’s at least two more in the middle, which I’m also excited about, but when I get to it I’m going to feel so relieved. 

Oh! And the Corintheus seduction au! Goodness I’m excited about everything aren’t I? Though I guess that sums me up! Thank you so much for your questions I hope you enjoyed my answers :)

[brigittttoo]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thanks for the tag @merlyn-bane !!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

60! wow

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

417,555!!

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Lately it's been Star Wars (Codywan), but I started out writing for Captive Prince, and have one very cracky fic for the chickens from Venom lmao

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

All five are Codywan! (with my first captive prince fic sliding barely into 6th place) they are:

Slow Waters; Inexpressibly to Untangle; Wolfssegen; Two Winters; and Leaning Closer to Never

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! if not immediately, then eventually. I always like receiving responses when I comment on other people's fic, even if it's just a short 'thanks for reading!' so I try to give the same in return.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Smiling evilly over here because it's definitely What Year Was Our House Built? although a there's a close second and third in Kiss Goodbye and Gone and Returned. Oh wait also Akin, Removed. It's still true that the majority of my writing tends to be hopeful, though.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Slow Waters is a classic action movie happy ending, as a pacific rim au, and The World Offers Itself is a classic fantasy story happy ending, but I quite treasure the happy ending I gave codywan in Friday: Historical for @order63 because I will always cheer for edwardian wlw who say "sod the basilica".

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! I figure the premises I write are sufficiently niche that you have to actually want to read it to click on it in the first place. Everyone is very lovely in my comment section :)

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do! The gay kind! and the loving kind, the angsty kind, the kind with layers, the kind that's just hot, etc etc

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't terribly prefer crossovers; I'll just set it in an AU of a different IP rather than mixing characters.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't! But I've thought about practicing my language skills in translating them myself before (not that a lot of people really need a Norwegian translation of something lmao)

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nothing published! but I've gone through many a planning stage and/or shared gdoc with friends before.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

I really can't choose! As long as it's well written I enjoy my ships pretty equally!

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Looking out the corner of my eye at The Skies Above Us which was. Well let's just say I learned my lesson to always write a fic to completion before starting to post it. RIP you really obscure codywan Wings of Desire AU, we barely knew you.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I love describing general atmosphere and nature scenes, and I'm pretty good at doing an obscene amount of research and then letting most of it go in favour of writing what matters. I think I'm pretty good at picturing something in my own head and being able to transcribe it into prose.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Aside from the aforementioned necessity of writing something fully before posting, and also planning/outlining a story beginning-to-end before writing it, I'm not so strong in writing dialogue. But practice makes perfect!

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I quite like it, but only for snippets of text that don't really matter in the overall scheme of things. I've provided some of my own small French and Norwegian translations in the captive prince fics Portrait of Monsieur X (some silly poetry) and Hver blomst en stjerne (some fictional gods) and some other capri fics (what if there was an in-universe Basque) because I really enjoyed giving the nations in Captive Prince those real-life parallels (e.g. Ios = Greece, Vere = France) and playing around with the languages; it's kind of an integral part of the source material. I stay away from fictional languages though, because it's not something someone can easily just googletranslate, and I'd prefer to read " 'Something in English,' Character said in XYZ language." rather than waiting for a translation and wondering why extraneous information and words had to waste my time.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Captive Prince! Pretty recent, all things considered. Everything I wrote before that was original stuff.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'd have to go with Wolfssegen for codywan and Ideal Bounds for captive prince. I'm really proud of the stories I was able to tell with those two, and how neatly they both came together in terms of themes and actions :))

[cchickki]

wip snippet winners 📝

based on the results of this poll: (x)

since it was a tie between two of the choices, i'm going to post a snippet of both wips of what i'm working on so far. thank you so much to everyone who voted!

also tagging @chrissymodi-frost because part ii of the pregnancy story was their request :)

snippets are under the cut:

wip of chapter 16 of tomorrow never came

I waited for Peter to say something after I told him everything, but he held his tongue, his eyes darting to another corner of his living room. MJ appeared solemn, ready to speak, but she also studied Peter's odd behavior after I had finished venting.

"Pete... do you know something?" I questioned him, slow to speak.

Peter rubbed his chin, plastering a smile on his face as he shrugged.

"I don't know, Miguel really loves you, you know? There's probably more to it than that." He finally answered.

My mouth hung agape, frustrated by his response.

"How could you not be on my side?!" I retorted.

"I mean, he's under a lot of pressure, not only with the Spiderverse, but Madame Webb." He replied, shooting his hands up defensively.

"Who?"

I had no idea who that was or what he was talking about.

Peter's face fell, immediately burying his face in his hands as if he had realized the magnitude of a screw up.

"Shit..." He swore under his breath.

wip of part ii of surprise!

Miguel was a man on a mission when we arrived at the store. He grabbed a cart and bounded for the feminine products aisle, practically leaving me in the dust as he zig-zagged around the other (slow moving) shoppers. I had to jog to try and keep up with him, his larger frame making brisk-walking appear like a speedy trot.

As we made it to the aisle, a wall of different types of pregnancy tests were displayed. I took one, reading the back of the box carefully for directions and to determine the effectiveness, but as I did that Miguel had started scooping multiple tests into the cart with his arms.

I gaped over at him. I wasn't the only one, shoppers nearby had paused what they were doing to observe the spectacle he was creating.

"Miguel, honey... I don't need that many tests..." I whispered through a forced smile and gritted teeth.

"You can never be too careful." He replied simply.

"I can't even produce enough pee to use all of these tests!" I gestured to our cart.

[nuatthebeach]

2022 Wrapped

Tagged by @corneliaavenue! You're a lovely thing <3

Oof, it's already 2023, isn't it? Oh, well.

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

it's gonna be 4 now lol.

persist and resist the temptation to ask you - this one is perhaps the most authentic, soul-pouring fic i've ever written. and the one i'm most proud of because of my growth in writing prose and pacing overall. there were many times i would huddle with a blanket in a dark room (💀) simply because of how much i was feeling in the moment. it was the most visceral experience i've had writing so far.

like passing notes in secrecy - i would say that when i finished persist, i was in this writing craze/high in that i simply wanted to write anything since i finally felt like i was on a roll, but that wouldn't do this fic - and my work - justice. because persist was so angsty, i desperately needed to write something that was light and fluffy in consequence for my own sake. i'm very happy about the banter and humor i was able to apply to this OTP; it was pure serotonin, and i hope it was the same for others.

Midnight - my first hinny smut!! aka i took my headcanon of switch!hinny and really ran with it. though i no longer have the same exact headcanon about the two of them, i'm still really proud of how steamy this turned out. and i have a feeling all the private bookmarkers do too 👀

you knew that i'm a mastermind, and now you're mine - man, the sheer power tswift holds on all fic writers everywhere. the aim was to use this song ("mastermind") in irony to show how the wizarding world perceives ginny relative to her relationship with harry. and because ginny is such a force of nature, she and the press manage to come to a certain albeit amusing level of agreement (a true mastermind har dee har). it's a bamf character moment for her, and she owned every second of it.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

you reminded me to open up my google docs for the first time in a month! phewww.

premed hinny!rivals to lovers fic - snippet here. my final fuck you (and extremely reluctant thank you) to undergrad in the form of my OTP. fic is fully outlined and ready to be written if only i could give it the time of day 😭. but now that i have a lot of time opened up for me in the next several months, i'll finally get to it! fingers crossed

anniversary hinny smut - hinny roleplays as strangers in a bar, and let's just say we'll stick the art of acting to the shitty movies. a whole ass page written so far, so i take that as a win!

a somewhat angst, somewhat crack fic... i uh... have the most written for this wip so far of all my wips and im both proud and mortified by that. let's just say it's a story of how hinny finds themselves back to each other postwar... and the path is not exactly a straight route. playlist is a wip as well.

another crack fic because apparently that's all @takearisk-ao3 and me are on... though it's more accurate to say i helped to brainstorm and Hannah, the brilliant Executioner. to quote Hannah's post... "no comment."

im adding a fifth one because why not. hinny!vampire au. though there's only been half a page written for it so far, and hence a lot of white space, im so, so ready for the tools of creativity to lead me to more crackheadery that ive yet to discover. (like i needed more to start with.)

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

i think my writing comes off a bit "cleaner" now? there's more of a coherent plot, resolution to my fics than most of the simple "slices of life" that i wrote more of last year.

i'd like to think the dialogue comes off more natural now too. im finally getting the hang of doing more "showing" than telling and implementing symbolism and metaphors when trying to display a broader theme/concept.

im able to sit with fics and be at ease with the fact that im not going to have the right answer immediately. that i have to wait before i can post to make it better. i started prioritizing quality over mass production - and while this is still something i struggle with a lot of the times - i feel like this is a bit of a step up from last year. and most importantly, i learned that rewrites - not just editing - may be necessary too, and that is okay. that does not make me a bad writer but (hopefully) a thoughtful one.

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

to not constantly compare myself to other people's writing. focus on how i can improve myself without being intimidated by all the works of the many amazing writers in the fandom. to finally put words on the page fearlessly and authentically, like i felt i did with persist.

to take more risks. keep putting my characters in uncomfortable situations and testing out how they can grow from them. to not feel limited in my writing just because in my young age i havent experienced them. to push my boundaries more. (i thank @fairsquare16 @takearisk-ao3 and @narukoibito for encouraging this and the first goal every single time i feel even the slightest bit down about it; they're also the reason im still entertaining all these crackfics so put the blame on them when they eventually come out)

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year

my fucking answer to this changes every two seconds...not for any other reason except that it's my biggest conspiracy theory that i have early, early onset dementia and can't for the life of me remember. here's one for now:

Like the story, the moral is just as simple: love unconditionally, act irrevocably. One shouldn't fear wearing their heart on their sleeve if the alternative is to never plant, water, and bathe it with the light of day.

After all, what are mistakes if not signs to grow?

Tagging

@narukoibito @heartstopping-waves @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey and whoever else would like to do it (i truly mean that)!

[beefrobeefcal]

I am several days late, but here I am!

Thank you @romanarose, @noxturnalpascal & @inept-the-magnificent for the tags. Yes, I am combining multiple tags for various WIP games into one. 😁

I'll be following @inept-the-magnificent's framework for this one, babies!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Step One: Post snippets of the fics you're currently working on (it can be a summary if there's no snippet).

1. By the time you’d finished your bottle of wine, Katie decided you’d both had enough, and it was time to head out back and see the guys. As soon as you stepped out onto the back porch, Benny wrapped you up in a big hug. You hugged him back tightly, and then you saw him. Over your shoulder, you saw Frankie standing to side, beer in hand, and what a sight he was.  The Standard Oil cap on his head and his curls lightly poking out - same as before. But his salt and pepper jaw line was much softer. His body, framed by his broad shoulders and thick arms, was much bigger. His middle, where you last felt a washboard stomach, now boasted a belly, big enough to cause his belt and waistband to bow under it. His t-shirt pulled tight across his tummy, letting you see the indent of his belly button and the curves of his love handles.   “Hey Checkers.”, he said softly, nervously fidgeting his fingers, as if he was internally debating on offering you a hug or not.  

2. “Eatin’ like it's your last day on earth, Miller...”, you teased with a wry smile as you walked past him in the dining hall.   “Shut it...”, he grumbled, a bit of pink flushing his cheeks. He took another bite of gravy-flooded mashed potatoes.  “What’s helping is this? Third? Fourth?”  Joel looked at you, exasperated. “The fuck? Can't a man enjoy his girl’s cookin’ without the third degree?”  You smiled at him, loving how much of a rise you were getting. It had been a few months since you and Joel had your first encounter, and while nothing was made official, more often than not, you’d find yourself entwined with Joel in your bed at night. His heavy, full stomach pressed against your back as you both slept peacefully. While you enjoyed your time together, you were beginning to feel it was lacking, hence your teasing.  The cold glare he gave immediately dampened the playful banter between you. You felt a twist in your mood and sour heat in your stomach. 

3. “If it were anyone else…”, Tom warned.   “Yeah, we know. But it’s not. It’s Fish. He’s one of us.”  Pope sat back and watched Will do something none of them thought they’d have to do – convince Tom to give a shit.  “He’s a fuckin’ coke head! Snortin’ our own shit and lyin’ about it!”, Tom boomed, standing over Will. “You ran the fuckin’ numbers, you see how much money we lost up his fuckin’ nose! And now you wanna spend more money tryin’ to get that fucker clean again?”  Will didn’t bend. He didn’t shrink and he didn’t back down. “It’s Frankie. Catfish. Our Catfish. And he needs help.”  Tom huffed harshly enough in Will’s face that his hair moved, then turned his ire to Pope.   “You think Fish’s worth it? Already cost us a shit load of money and Will wants to blow more on that shithead.”  Pope slipped into his smooth and nonchalant voice and crossed his arms. He’d hoped this would give Tom the impression that he was just as unnerved and steadfast as Will.  “You know he’d do the same thing for any of us.”  “Fuckin’ altruistic bullshit!”, Tom barked, slamming his fist on the table.  

Step 2: Put them in a Poll and let the people have their way with you by voting on what you should work. Democracy Rocks!

No Commitment Taglist: @theywhowriteandknowthings @covetyou @goodwithcheese @morallyinept

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON FanFic: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 27 will be posted soon.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 26 chapters completed: 1M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 27 because at the end of Chapter 26, while Buck was sleeping, he made a sound that Eddie hadn't heard before. He immediately sat up in bed and called Eddie's name but he was in a daze and to Eddie, he appeared to be still dreaming but since his eyes were open, he started talking to him to get his attention.

They spent the majority of the day before in the hospital after Buck collapsed in Eddie's arms and suffered a bradycardia event of epic proportions. He was unconscious and unresponsive after he received a package that was delivered to the firehouse while they were in Europe. Once he opened it and read the letter, he reached the part where it stated someone died and it reminded him of his own death and it triggered the event.

He had an MRI, EKG and an ultrasound to confirm what prompted the two events. After the results were returned, Dr. Salazar discharged him with a Holter monitor that he has to wear for 48-hours so she can check to make sure his heart hasn't suffered any long-term effects from the lightning strike. Currently, they're home alone since Chris is still at a sleepover.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 27 of Eddie trying to console his husband after he woke up in a state of sheer horrifying terror.

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The sounds escaping Buck’s lips through his cries are filled with pain and suffering and Eddie recognizes it because he remembers it’s how he sounded when he started destroying every piece of furniture in his bedroom with a baseball bat almost two years ago.

“I love you.”  Eddie admits.  Then he starts speaking Italian.  “Ti amo, amore mio.”  [“I love you, my love.”]

“ED—DIE?  PLEASE DON’T—DON’T LET GO!  OK?”

“NEVER AMORE MIO!  I’LL NEVER LET GO OF YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE MY HEART, YOU’RE MY SOUL, YOU’RE MY EVERY—THING!”

As he continues holding on to his husband, he comforts him as they cry about the fact that Buck died last year.  He tries to compose himself several times but the weight and the magnitude of seeing Buck hanging from the aerial is a picture he can’t get out of his mind.  He reminds himself that they both can’t lose it because one of them needs to be coherent just in case Buck becomes unresponsive again like he did while they were at the hospital yesterday.

Even through their brokenness, he keeps talking to his husband.

“You’re alive my love.”

“You’re in the present with me and it’s January 3, 2024.”

“It’s been almost ten months since that night but you’re here with me and I’ll never let you go.”

“We’re going to die on the same day at the same time in 50 or 60 years from now.”

Buck’s cries are getting louder as he continues to feel every ounce of grief he’s been avoiding since last year.  And when his Holter monitor starts beeping, Eddie knows that sound means one of two things, either Buck’s heart is beating too fast or too slow.  Neither option is good because they’re both detrimental and they can both lead to Buck’s death if they aren’t resolved quickly.  If it’s beating too slowly again, he’s experiencing another bradycardia event and if it drops below 30 bpm, his heart could stop beating and that will lead to him dying.  If his heart is beating too fast, then he’s experiencing a tachycardia event which means he could have a heart attack if it’s not lowered to a level of 100 bpm.

In a soft and calm but stern voice, he calls, “Evan, my love! Can you hear me?”

He’s still crying but he nods his head while it’s lying on top of Eddie’s shoulder.

With the alarm still blaring, he says, “Amore mio, I need you to you to listen to me.  We have to get you calm so your heart rate will stabilize.”

Buck’s trying, he really is but he still feels that tug at the back of his head trying to take him under but he’s fighting to stay alert so he can remain responsive and conscious.

“Shh... my love.  I need you to listen to me and I also need you to breathe with me too.  Can you still hear me?”

He opens his mouth and he tries to speak but it takes several seconds for him to inhale enough air into his lungs so can respond.

Eddie doesn’t let go he just keeps holding onto him with their chests pressed together.

Is Buck going to suffer another bradycardia event? 👀

Or could he suffer from tachycardia this time? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-26 are available on AO3.

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Chapter 27 will be posted soon.

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

Got tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo again. Always thank you for it <3

So, sadly work is currently making me exhausted at the end of the day so I did not come to anything new in VP or expanding my ideas further since my shippy pics. But I definitely want to give Vijay some love next. He had to wait for so long now …

I think I'm going for a snippet of a rp with Ryder and Arki finally talking together. Ry avoided him so long and only slowly got used him. Just posting my part here:

Ry notices immediately that he must have surprised Arki with his presence because he caught him staring at him rather unusually. It’s rare to see Arki’s expression freeze or slip for a moment, but he managed to just do that. Your eyes — where do I know them from? Ryder wonders. He already asked himself this question a lot every time their gazes met. It’s like a déja vu. But he can’t seem to remember. He’s hundred percent sure he’s seen them somewhere before. Scharfenberg listens to Arki's commentary about the situation earlier in the day. His gaze wanders to the bottle in his hand, which already starts sweating, coating it with a layer of condense water droplets after he brought it up here from the icy cold fridge temperature into the city's still heated up evening air. Ry’s eyes catch a drop running down his thumb but he barely feels it like he used to do with his organic hands. He smirks as he pushes a loose corner of the label back onto the glass. “Ja, saw it. Good to have not been out of my mind this time.” Deserved to die. Yes. Yes. But — you weren’t brutal enough. You didn’t let me out. Why? — WHY didn’t you LET ME OUT? Rip it to shreds. Feast on splatter. For a moment the pondering in his head got louder. Of course beast listened. Always reminding him he could have done it in a worse way was tiring him by now. Ryder repositions again, head only slightly shaking, so he hopes it looks more like he would have a chill moment from the wind up here high above the city and not be seen like he would deny that Arki and him worked well together today. Not yet bitch, he tells the unwanted voice and continues to ignore it.  “A dojo? Like the one in Matrix?” he asks with a laugh, as he brings his bottle to his mouth ready to drink but stops in the process. As much as he liked that Arki held their for Ryder still familiar but unknown eye contact with him as they clinked their bottles together, as much as he sorta disliked Arki drank his beer way too fast. “But before we train in a dojo I need to teach you a lesson to enjoy German imported craft beer, seeing you drinking it like it’s some low quality NiCola.” Ryder says, voice giving an unwanted undertone as Arki looks back at him again. Ry eventually takes a first sip of his beer, not too much, as his eyes fall shut for a moment so he could relish the good taste of the hop and malt explosion in his mouth, sense the taste on his tongue for a long moment before he swallows it, feeling the sweet bitterness in the long finish going down his throat. A content sigh leaves his lips. “Ah. Nichts geht über deutsches Bier!” he tells with joy again, admiring the bottle he is holding up. Need to import more. Then his gaze wanders back to the redhead right next to him, as Ryder newly repositions.

I tag (the usual): @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @gloryride, @morganlefaye79, @dreamskug, @elvenbeard, @elmknight, @humberg and @kittenchrissy

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Word find tag

Stealing @winterandwords open tag, bc the words are just too good to pass up :D

My words: space, lost, dark, and pain

Your words: tension, ledge, crowd, and instinct

Going to leave this an Open tag <3

I'm gonna pull from Shattered Soul, bc I just love that wip so freaking much and I really need to finish it before someone kills me for posting all these teasers and not giving them a book :')

Space

Maybe it was because he was young. Kadin hadn't even reached his second century; he hadn't lived for millennium after millennium as his parents had. Perhaps past experiences had hardened their hearts, and they no longer had space left in them to give solace to others. To truly empathize with others' plights.

Perhaps Kadin would become that way as well. He shuddered at the thought. He didn't relish the idea of spending eternity that way. So, he would check on his friend, and he would hope that Fyel's human was still alive. If she was, he would be friends with her too, and fuck how short her human lifespan was.

Because he might as well fade out now if he was expected to live life with no attachments.

Lost

She had kicked them all out, and Darian hadn't fought with her. Alaia had made her feelings clear, withdrawing from or refusing contact with him multiple times. Denying they were mates. Horrified that they were mates.

He tried to match Aleix's breathing, to take deep breaths, but it was next to impossible. His mate had been bound forcibly to another man. Had been in love with and lost another, recently, if the strength of her emotions had anything to do with it. Had been in trouble all throughout the last year, based on the signals his mage senses and instincts had been giving him.

He should have tried harder to find her. He should have known.

Dark

"I was. It was a deal I was forced to make, to save my lover's life. But they killed him anyway." Her chest felt too tight as Serin's face flashed over Darian's, mocking her.

One light, one dark. The gods had taken him, only to throw someone else her way immediately after. How dare they? Alaia yanked her hands out of Darian's hold. His face closed off as Serin's image faded, but she could still feel him, even without using her magic.

The fragile block she had placed over those memories splintered, leaking snippets of Serin laughing, Serin touching her face reverently, Serin claiming her lips. Serin telling her he loved her, finally saying those words only to leave her right after.

She sobbed, covering her face with her hands. Her grief leaked from her, and she couldn't hold it back, couldn't stop the channel from forming.

Pain

Lyre raised her hand to his cheek, swiping away a tear that escaped despite his best efforts. "That's why you're here. You must've loved her, to risk being sent here."

"Yes," Serin whispered.

Gods, how he loved her. What had happened to Alaia was a throbbing wound in his heart, a never-ending pain that surfaced with each memory, with every thought of her. It made what he had to do here even worse. Malachiah would have such fun with this one.

Golden curls tumbled over Lyre's bare shoulder as she tilted her head. "Are the rumors we've heard about Warren true?"

He gave a broken laugh. "The reality is probably worse than the rumors." He was grateful when she nodded, accepting what he said without pressing for more. That was a rarity when it came to Lyre, he'd learned.

[inkedroplets]

Wait?! You have a Supercorp x Lucifer fic just collecting dust? If you ever decide to share it I would love you forever

Kind of...

It's maybe half finished? But I haven't been able to touch it up the way I usually like. I'm a little stuck on an ending which is why I let it languish in WIP superhell. I know I posted a snippet like a year ago and I can't find it because Tumblr.

I'll post it again but basically it's set sometime after Lena and Kara's Fortress blowup. Lena goes to Lucifer to ask for a favor. Helping her disappear which she thinks the best way to go about that is to fake her death. She only goes to him because she knows that Kara might suspect her to do just that and wants it to be unimpeachable. He turns her down until he catches her drunk at the bar, wishing she could just have a fresh start of some kind which hits home for him. I wrote it that Chloe assisted but only did so if Lena promises to go to therapy because she so obviously needs it.

But snippet below. For now that's all but once I have more free time I do want to share it. It's a fun story.

Lena thought that the worst thing in the world for hangovers was just how unyielding bright the L.A. sun could be and how it always seemed to find a way into the room, even when one had taken measures to prevent such a thing from happening. But when she awoke in a tangle of blankets with her head throbbing like an infected tooth, she knew she had found something far worse: the repeated bleat of a car horn right outside her window. Cursing under her breath, she burrowed deeper under her blankets, trying to escape the sound but somehow found the muffled bleating even more annoying and dragged herself to the window, one eye open just a crack, not at all surprised to see Lucifer sitting in his idling corvette. “I thought this the best way to wake you, seeing as you were so adamant that no one should enter your bedroom,” he called up to her. “But if you prefer I could always give Maze a call, she’d jump at the chance to kick your door down.” Lena mulled over flipping him the bird and shutting the window again. She found the prospect so tempting that she had raised her middle finger halfway up before she changed her mind and stuck out all five fingers. “Give me a minute,” she called down and felt a deep stab of pain in her temples. 

She couldn't help but scowl at him when she exited the lobby and found him lounging in the driver's seat with his feet up as if there was not a care in the world that concerned him. When she didn’t immediately hop into the idling car, Lucifer laid on his horn once more which made Lena quickly raise her hands in reluctant surrender, wincing. “I thought you said that angels couldn’t kill humans,” she said, sliding into the passenger seat, fumbling with her seatbelt.

"We can’t, but throw up in my car and all bets are off.” He surveyed her with a somewhat pitying look before cranking the wheel and joining the flow of traffic. “I’d offer you some pills but I doubt any of them are aspirin although you’re welcome to check,” he said and tossed a small pill caddy into her lap. “Perhaps a little hair of the dog?” He reached into his jacket and Lena saw a flash of silver that she knew had to be his flask before he withdrew his hand. “On second thought, the good doctor might not like it if you come in with alcohol on your breath… And there's no point in dragging your feet on this. The Detective made it abundantly clear that you attending therapy would be the price for me assisting in your little act of subterfuge.” 

"Yes, I remember," Lena said sourly. "When I asked the devil for a favor I was under the assumption that the eventual repayment would come much later and be far less annoying.”

"As did I,” Lucifer said, making a hard right that sent a bolt of pain through Lena’s temple. “Usually when I call in favors they’re a lot more fun for me. I’m the devil, not some wish-granting fairy-godmother.” He appeared to shudder at the thought and focused his attention back on the road. “I can assure you that Linda is the best of the best. She’s been my therapist for years now…” “So,” Lena said slowly, rattling the pill caddy before tossing it back into his lap. “This is you after years of therapy?”

“Yes, yes,” Lucifer said, sounding as if he were only half paying attention. “Far be it from me to start throwing around the term ‘miracle worker’,” he said, taking his hands momentarily off the wheel to make air quotes. “But whatever issues you might have, she’ll undoubtedly get to the bottom of them.”

“That sounds great,” Lena grumbled, resting her head against the dash, praying that Lucifer wouldn’t drive any large potholes.

[shivunin]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @zenstrike---thanks for the tag, Zen! I am under strict orders (from myself) not to open any of my writing docs until next Wednesday at the earliest, so I will also do a list of the things I still intend to finish.

Tagging @greypetrel and @ndostairlyrium, and as always no pressure (and if anyone else is working on something cool they'd like to show off, please consider this an open tag as well) c:

Inquisition:

Triptych: (Elowen/Cullen) This is my almost--kind of--not really a love triangle fic. I wanted to explore the aftermath of breaking up with Solas since the game doesn't really address how Lavellan feels directly afterward. So this is kind of a "who am I when I'm not yours?" kind of a story with a slow burn besides.

The Red Crossing Arrangement: (Adahlena/Cullen) I've said plenty about this AU, but it's a world in which the Second Exalted March never happened and the elves live in autonomous nations in the Dirthavaren/Halamshiral regions (more specific explanation here). In order to seal the peace accords, Lavellan has to choose a husband from among human representatives.

Big Bang fic: I can't say much about this! But this one is Salshira/Cullen, very grand in scale and full of pain and action and I am excited about it c:

Various Book of Memories chapters: I have mostly finished Leander and Adhlea's disastrous first visit to the Chantry and I also have a questionable nightmare chapter, which...might be too sad to post. I haven't decided yet haha. Also an extension of the oaths piece I posted here.

Shoulder the Skies: Avvar AU (Elowen/Cullen), focused on language, communication, and cultural transmission (loosely inspired by various ME first contact/translator off AUs)

Saltwater and Sea-Strand: (Emma/Cullen) Mermaid AU! I originally intended to finish this for Mermay and....uh that could still technically happen. Emma is left on an island with elven ruins to research them and discovers far more than she expected.

Stardust In Her Hair: (Josie/Salshira) A piece about family and acceptance set during the ball at Halamshiral (this is...technically done, I'm just fiddling with the tone at the end)

Origins:

I am still tinkering with the idea of doing a full Origins retelling, but my dedication to keeping my fic as close to canon as possible has hobbled me a bit here (from the sheer amount of research and specific videos I need to look up). Everything is in one doc at the moment, but there are two pieces I've been toying with posting separately on AO3.

Amanecer: The first night Zevran actually stays the whole night; yet another step on the "neither of us want to admit that there are a lot of feelings involved here" road

Contrivances: I posted a snippet of this a few weeks ago, but this one is Wen finally putting her foot down about the way Zev casts himself as an object/tool. (It's um. It's mostly her blowing him, and the expression of affection/intimacy without reciprocation vs affection as currency)

(currently unnamed) piece about the fight with Loghain and the evolution of Wen's friendship with Alistair; this is really her taking a hard look at her choices and deciding she doesn't want him to have to make the same ones

DA2:

And Shed Our Sorrows: Hawke leaving Ferelden for Kirkwall, inspired by "Stay I Pray You" from Anastasia

Royal Flush: Hawke cheats at cards; inspired by that post a while back that said something along the lines of "if you can't laugh during sex then what is the point"

Signifying Nothing: Hawke and grief; regarding the week/s immediately following Leandra's death

Give Ourselves Away: Exploring the role of touch in Hawke and Fenris's relationship, especially the way physical contact and healing acts as a sort of stand-in for more overt intimacy

And various expansions of ficlets, especially The Small Hours, Lend a Hand, and A Fond Farewell

(And it's not writing but!) The Fenris scarf c: I'm about ten/eleven inches in and I really like the way the favor section came out

Original:

...so I have written three novels in various iterations, but I am always fiddling with them. On the off chance I ever publish any of them, I don't want to name them here, but the general gist is:

Death's granddaughter reluctantly sends ghosts on to the afterlife in lieu of working her shitty day job, until the woman who helped raise her vanishes and upsets the balance of magic. Now, Araceli has until All Souls' Day to get her back or things in her small town are about to get a lot more spectral. (This is sort of...a way to grapple with death and memory; I love urban fantasy dearly, and I think the role of "unfinished business" is sort of funny to think about in conjunction with the living as well as the dead. Also, I wanted to write a protagonist who tackles the otherworldly with the explicit "yeah, well I am off shift in half an hour so...not my problem" kind of energy) (I am almost done with the second draft of this and it is so much tighter than the first iteration; I can kind of track my own writing progress by how much more coherent the themes are this time around)

Lucita is the chief administrator in a werewolf pack. She's settled into it gradually, but her life is abruptly wrenched off course when her ex girlfriend petitions the pack for help. Something is killing the witches on their own land, and though investigation is far from Luci's job description and her new senses are foreign to her, she is about to find out that in this, as most things, she doesn't have much of a choice but to act. (Like most werewolf stuff, this one is a lot about the conceptual division between logic and feeling, and finding a balance between mind and body)

Fairy godmothers give gifts; unfortunately, not all gifts are good ones. Amalinda was given a gift as an infant that forces anyone who looks at her bare face to see the one they love most instead. To avoid living as someone else until she dies, she leaves her powerful family in the dark of night and takes up a humbler life in the borderlands. As the sole trader with the mysterious Godchildren who live deep in the woods, she hopes to avoid detection for as long as possible. (This is...sort of a Sleeping Beauty retelling if you look at it sideways, but it's more about how identity is shaped by environment and intent.)

[iamthepulta]

Okay so for the wip thing of course I'm invested in your skies fic by default but the snippets you've posted of ellenville sound really interesting too :0

Here's a little bit!/Snippet 1!

I'm so glad someone asked about Ellenville! :3 I think the concept started baking as I finished Old Gods of Appalachia and I got really into mining history and scrounging the darkest country songs I could find. I stumbled on Black Dresses by The Builders and the Butchers; the opening goes:

"Little sister there's blood on the tracks- and a lit cigarette but you're not coming back- to a town that was built on black gold and iron ore."

LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE NOW. IT DOESN'T PAY ALIMONY EITHER. HELP. The other good line is:

"Haven't you ever met a girl who was born the victim of a name?"

and I immediately started vibrating. HELL YEAH I LOVE CHARACTERS SUFFERING THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR ANCESTOR'S ACTIONS. WHAT A GREAT WAY TO PUT IT.

So that was the initial birth of Mira Greystone. I'm still not sure if the plot is her redeeming herself and the company, or I want to follow the chaos of the company power vacuum in the Mirena Lowlands and Mira is a side character who helps the main characters.

I haven't decided on a lot of important worldbuilding either, like, "how historical fiction is this fantasy?" Because I have cool ideas that could make a left turn into fantasy land, but I want the key themes to be- "The world has modernized; how do you calm the desperation of people trying to regain relevance? and how do you live with blood on your hands and everyone hates you, but they buy from you because they need to?"

Which is honestly very Appalachian of me, but it's the same for Copper Triangle small towns too. Turning those themes into the fantasy version of "modern" will take some time, depending on how far into fantasy I go. I'm really, really, really excited about this story although it'll take a while. This is one of those things I know will bake in my brain for ten years before it becomes realized, but it's a story I want to write/explore because it's answers our society needs now.

ANYWAY.

The other snippet I want to write of Mira will be the story opening. The Greystone private car is arriving to take Mira to the lowlands and the dialogue opens with a page-long geopolitical tirade Mira has heard 50,000 times. As the engine pulls in, her father leans in to inspect the car and in the rush of steam and the whistles, Mira just- ever so slightly nudges him onto the rails.

And then she gets on the car, heads to the lowlands, and drinks herself stupid until the funeral notice arrives.