WIP Word Search
Okay @cuubism AND @landwriter tagged me in that WIP word search game that’s going around and since they are two people I love and respect I shall oblige, despite the fact that I only have one WIP - for Sandman. And there’s currently only one unpublished chapter.
So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to do one word from each WIP in my docs folder. Whichever one gives the best results. And you all shall see my secret shame.
cuubism’s words were: eat, world, run, blood, glass
EAT - (ffxiv) a snippet of my oc x Aymeric that I wrote inspired by that video where a man wakes up from anesthetic and hits on his own wife
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, with utter sincerity. Eyn’ara could feel a flush rising to her cheeks. “How did I get so lucky?” He leaned back, sighing dreamily. Eyn’ara bit her lip to keep from laughing, torn between amusement and concern.
“Just take it easy, love,” she soothed. “Eat your biscuit.”
Suddenly, he lifted his head again, intent. “How long have we been married?”
Smiling helplessly, Eyn’ara shook her head. “I’ll tell you if you eat your biscuit,” she said.
Aymeric looked at the biscuit like he’d forgotten it was there, and took a delicate bite, staring at her as he chewed expectantly. Eyn’ara’s heart swelled with love for this ridiculous man.
“Four years,” she answered.
WORLD - (dragon age) fenhawke fic
Fenris looked to Hawke in hope of seeing that look. Cold. Merciless. Righteous. Stealing over the face of the habitually jovial Hawke, it did not look out of place. Its rarity merely heightened its significance. It was the look he imagined an avenging Andraste might have worn. Seeing it directed at slavers reminded him why he'd sworn his blade to her. Times like these reassured him he'd made the right decision.
“Not a chance.” Hawke's voice was thin ice on a winter's day. He could feel it in his chest like a breath of frigid air. She met Fenris' eyes.
Had he not been buried wrist-deep in a slaver's spleen, the world might have melted away around him. He'd be a regular attendee of the Chantry if this was the god he was praying to.
RUN - (sandman) Another Word for Ache (you won the jackpot!)
Death sighs. “Our sibling,” she says.
That word again. “Would this be the same sibling who tried to get Dream to spill family blood?”
Her eyes widen. It’s a natural enough expression but it sits uneasily on her face and Hob gets the impression that not much shocks her.
“He told you about that?”
Hob shrugs. “I think he was trying a new tactic, trying to see how much information would get me to run away.”
“That does sound like him,” she says, shaking her head ruefully.
BLOOD - (voltron) sheith fic
If Keith was smart, he would have disengaged, tried to find some way to get through to the automaton bearing down on him, but some defensive instinct of his own has been triggered and the chance passes him by. He’s already hurtling off the edge of too far when Shiro leaves an obvious opening and Keith lunges for it, hearing the telltale hum of the Galra mechanism powering up as he does, bright purple light flashing in his periphery.
He lands a solid hit against Shiro’s side but it’s already too late because Shiro grabs his arm with his flesh and blood left hand and twists and the next thing Keith knows he’s on his back, looking up into that implacable, beloved face, the prosthetic humming an inch from his throat.
GLASS - (doctor who) Locum Tenens
At last, she reached a door at the end of the hallway. The song in her mind swelled, and Rose could tell that behind the door was the music’s source. She pushed open the door, and walked through it into a field of deep red grass. The sky above was a burnt orange. Rose looked around herself in wonder. In the distance, a gilded city marked the horizon, shimmering under a glass dome. There were two suns in the sky.
landwriter’s words were: pale, hope, lips, ache, laugh, morning
PALE - (ffxiv) my oc x Aymeric, hurt/comfort fic
“...Very well.” The words were a sigh of defeat she tried not to read too much into. Slowly, as though the motion pained him, he uncrossed his arms, peeling back the layers he was wrapped in.
She tried to steel herself not to react, but her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t help it. The first thing to be revealed was an angry scar across his throat, the burn of a rope pressed into his pale skin. She clenched her fingers around the pot of salve to keep them from balling into fists and held back an angry hiss. They hurt him. She abruptly wished they were all twelve — thirteen — of them alive and in front of her so that she could kill them again, slower this time.
HOPE - (lucifer) deckerstar fic
“Are you certain? You needn’t even take your eyes off the building.”
It was indicative of the kind of week she’d had that Chloe even entertained the thought. Thought of his clever fingers dipping south, slipping beneath the button of her jeans…
“No, Lucifer,” she said, in what she hoped was a quelling tone.
He lazily removed his fingers from her skin, no trace of repentance in his movements or his expression. “But you considered it, for a moment. I think that’s a win.”
LIPS - (doctor who) kidfic
“Listen, Doctor. I’ve got… I’ve got something to tell you.” His lips twitched, but he remained silent, allowing her to continue. “I lied to you,” she said in a rush. She’d been waiting for so many years to say those words it was almost a rush to finally say them aloud. “On the beach, on Bad Wolf Bay, I said the baby was mum’s, but it wasn’t. It was mine.”
ACHE - surprisingly nothing, given one of my fics literally has it in the title
LAUGH - (ffxiv) my oc x Aymeric, Shadowbringers fic
He laughed louder. “No, indeed. Sometimes I long for the days when our problems were so simple.” He stretched leisurely, and Eyn’ara took the opportunity to let her eyes trace the slim length of him. “Our problems are now of the negotiating table, and though I would be the last to dismiss your labours, cannot be as summarily dealt with.”
Eyn’ara snorted. “I could still try to hit them with my axe.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
MORNING - (ffxiv) my oc x Aymeric
Aymeric sipped, wishing he could be as certain. He knew Eyn’ara’s life was frequently unpredictable, and it was entirely possible that she had gotten pulled away with no time to inform him of the change in plans. It was the risk they’d taken by choosing to arrive at the event separately. Without her, the evening ahead of him stretched on interminably. Even without the noble harpies circling around him to deal with, her teasing voice that morning via linkpearl had promised him a surprise, and ever since he’d been able to think of nothing else. He was only mortal, and he missed his wife.
I’m not tagging anyone because everyone’s been tagged and I’m ashamed. Do not perceive me
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I feel like Keegan despises new age slang soooo much and Merrick and Kick absolutely love to tease him about it. Well, mostly Kick. Like they'll just be chatting it up and Kick will ALWAYS start it off by saying some dumb dickhead shit after a de-brief,
Kick: "That op was lit af."
And Keegan scrunches his face in disgust with his hand hovering over his rifle.
Keegan: "Lit? What the hell does that even mean?"
And Merrick just has this huge silly grin on his face and takes a pause from looking over his stack of documents to see what ever stupidity will come out of Kick's mouth.
Kick: "You know, lit. Like awesome, exciting, epic. Come on, Russ, keep up with the times."
And Keegan just shakes his head at him and calls him 'ridiculous', but Kick literally cannot help himself. It's like the child in him is getting giddier by the second by provoking an 'elder'.
Merrick: "Kick, lay off. You know how Keegan feels about your damn slang."
Kick, playful punching Keegan on the shoulder: "Oh, come on, Merrick. It's all in good fun. Maybe, you should use the lingo every now and again. It'll make you seem less, you know, ancient."
And so obviously Keegan shoots him an icy glare with those sexy glacial hues telling him he absolutely does not need to 'embrace' anything and that the mission was a success, so that's all that really counts anyways.
But the grin on Kick's face grows wider: "You know, Keegan, that attitude is pretty sus."
Keegan, looks at him with disgust: "Sus?"
Kick: "Yeah, like suspicious. You got somethin' to hide, Serg?"
Keegan: "Only thing suspicious around here is your vocabulary."
Merrick, stifling his laughter: "Alright, Kick, you've had your fun. Leave the man alone."
It's truly like poking the bear with the two of them, and Kick will always love getting a rise out of Keegan. He'll always be a Sergeant first and a dickhead second.
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