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multifan2022 · 10 months

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Fearless

New story that I had in my WIPS lets see if theres any interest lol.

The water from the chasm was pouring down into the abyss below, sprinkles of the coolness hitting your face as you waited. Below people were starting to stir, leaving their rooms to find their way to the small shops or cafeteria. From your spot high on the wall they looked like ants, of course you weren't supposed to be up here..

Max would scalp you if he saw you. It was a tricky climb to this little alcove, the wall was wet from the waterfall next to it. Small little holes for your hands and feet, people such as Eric never would be able to make it. Even if he could he was too scared to try. That's why it was your favorite place in all of Dauntless.

"You better get down, Girl.. You gotta get to the train." A voice called from the ledge below, when you looked down you saw the person who was like a mother too you. Her hair slicked back, tattoos on display with a soft smile on her sharp face.

Tori.

She was and is the only person who ever looked out for you. Told you that you were strong, strong enough to face the trails as an initiate. Strong enough to get your first tattoo, strong enough when you got your ears pierced. Strong enough when Max ranked you in third when you should've been in second.

She was there the day you almost died at the hands of your 'friends'. There every day of your recovery. And there even now that you were one of the strongest, still in your corner even if you didn't need her.

Little did she know you would always need her.

Slipping down the wall, you could almost hear her eyes roll as you let go off the wall. The seconds of free fall giving you the little boost you need to make it through the day. When your booted feet meet the narrow walkway that has no rails, you turn to look at your mother figure. Confirming the eye roll you figured would be happening.

Smiling widely at her as she loops her arm through yours, pulling you down the walkway. You could tell she had something to say, she always said that you were one of the few people who could read her like a book. You also knew if she was waiting then it was important and needed to be private.

That proved to be true as she pulled you into the tattoo parlor, back into her room closing and locking the door before leaning against it. You stood hands folded together in front of her, waiting for whatever it was she was going to tell you. When she opened her eyes, your heart dropped, the line of tears waiting there was something you hadn't seen in two years.

Since the day after she administered your test.. Since the day she watched you roll off the net after jumping. You stepped closer to her, using your hands to rub her arms slowly as she took a few deep breaths. "Theres another of you.. Shes almost as.... strong.. as you.."

You felt all the muscles in your body freeze, you knew what she meant by 'strong'.

Divergent.

Before you could start asking questions the speakers turned on and announced that the trains into the city would be leaving soon. Both of your heads turned back to each other, her hands grabbing you as you had her. "I told her to stay with the Stiffs.. But I have a feeling shes too much like someone else I know." She had a soft smile on her face as her hands moved to your face, cupping both of your cheeks.

"If she chooses Dauntless.. You have to protect her as I have you.. As we both have Uriah.. Promise me Y/n." Tori begged, you knew there was no way you could say no. Even though you wanted too. Protecting one Divergent along with yourself was going to be enough work, now there was someone almost as fucked up as you? And shes a stiff??

You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding as she leaned your forehead against her own. The buzzer went off again, you knew you were going to be questioned for being late. So you pulled away opening the door as Tori moved, pausing only to turn back and look at her. She had risked so much for you, how could you tell her no?

"Ill do what I can. But I wont risk myself or Uriah for someone, Zeke is one of my best friends. Riah is like a little brother too me, but I will do what I can. I promise Mom."

The entire train ride your stomach was in knots, bile heavy in your chest. Not only from not eating breakfast but from nerves. You watch Uriah talk and goof off with the other 16 year olds. You knew this was a big day for all of them, some would be coming home with you and some you would never speak too again. You couldn't help but wonder who would be going where, you remembered you own Choosing Ceremony.

The day that you left Amity behind.

Really nobody was surprised, you had never fit in there. Members of Amity are dedicated to peacefulness, kindness, forgiveness, trust, self-sufficiency, and neutrality. They are slow to anger and yet quick to forgive. None of which you are. You still held grudges from when you were five and your use to be brother ate the last pumpkin cake.

No.. Amity was not where you belonged. While you did miss the rolling fields, and the openness of having the outdoors right there. You were constantly in trouble, always being chastised and then forgiven for everything.

"Do not run through Y/n, we are all trying to meditate."

" Do not you think it would be kinder to offer the last one to someone older, maybe even younger? Be kinder Y/n."

"Dont worry young one, I forgive you for your stubbornness."

It was exhausting being there, the peacefulness and trust was all you missed. You were self-sufficient enough, part of being in Dauntless was being able to carry out orders without needing supervision. But you are quick to anger, slow to forgive and definitely biased.

The kids started yelping as the city came into view, most readying themselves to jump. It was then you noticed the two standing near the back. They looked around at there friends, the girl whos name you couldn't remember caught your eye. Her face paling before you sent her a small smile, making your way over to her.

Your voice was low, so low only she could hear you as you stood behind her. "Make the choice thats right for you. This is forever, dont think about anyone else. Just yourself. It'll be ok, I promise."

You could read the surprise on her face as you pushed her towards the door, where everyone was already jumping. A quick somersault was all you registered as you stood walking with the group towards the building. Your eyes scan the crowd like you would be able to spot the girl Tori told you about.

The Stiffs would already be in the building, walking up the stairs like the selfless people they are. 'Fuck that' You thought as you and Zeke broke from the group towards the front doors. The two of you were stationed outside, to make sure everything ran smoothly. That no one would come in and interrupt the ceremony once it started. You wanted to watch now that you knew what was happening, but it was too late.

Plus who better to work with than your best friend? The hours this would take would go by quickly by his side. The only person you would trade him for was Four, and really he wouldn't be good conversation here. You knew his father was in there, that would mean he would shut down and be rude.

He would be short and disgruntle. Which is why the last two times this had happened he stayed behind, ready to watch the first jump.

Inside you could hear them starting, "Decades ago our ancestors realized that it is not political ideology, religious belief, race, or nationalism that is to blame for a warring world. Rather, they determined that it was the fault of human personality—of humankind's inclination toward evil, in whatever form that is. They divided into factions that sought to eradicate those qualities they believed responsible for the world's disarray." Marcus started.

Your eyes rolled as you held your gun tightly, you had only heard this speech three times but it wore on your nerves. Before you could even think about how disrespectful it might be you started mocking him.

"ThOsE wHo BlAmEd AgGrEsSiOn FoRmEd AmItY."

Zeke followed directly after you, proving yet again why he was your best friend. "ThOsE wHo BlAmEd IgNoRaNcE bEcAmE tHe ErUdItE."

You both shook your head and chuckled, "Seriously, he needs to revamp his speech. Its getting old, like they dont learn about all that in school no matter the faction." Shifting from foot too foot you could feel yourself getting restless. You were good at following orders, but today something just felt off.

Zeke noticed almost immediately, you were antys. Moving around constantly, fingers tapping on the butt of your gun. Your face flush and slightly red like you were sweating. "Are you good? Because you look like your going to pass out." He said in a concerned tone, there was no judgement there like there would be with some others.

You cracked your neck, willing yourself to calm the hell down. Planting your feet and finding your stance you nodded once. "Yeah I didn't sleep well last night" ..Not a lie.. "I always get worried that I'll see my brother here and he will give me that judgy Erudite stare.. " Again not a lie.. Ok not a complete lie.

You really didn't care about any of Amity's opinions of you. The people whose feelings you cared about you could count on one hand. But for some reason the stare that your brother always gave you, even before you turned 16, always made your stomach turn. Like he knew something you didn't. Like he was disgusted by you.

Zeke shook his head "I know that's not the reason, but Ill let it go. Just know I'm always here if you need to talk." Silence fell between you two, you couldn't thank him for not pushing because that would confirm his doubts. After what felt like days the doors open and the few leaders are followed out by those who have chosen the fearless life you have.

Your eyes stay straight ahead as they all file pass you, walking behind the group where Zeke is in the middle. It isn't hard to pick out the Stiff, taking small but quick steps trying to keep up the kids who are whooping and smiling. Its always easy to pick out the transfers, of course the plain grey dress thing shes wearing helps.

Your feet move closer to her without you telling them too. Your lungs are pulling in air to speak even though your brain is telling you too shut up.. You made a promise, one that you unwilling would keep.

"Dont look at me.. Keep your eyes forward and your mouth closed. Just listen."

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The blond girl next to you jumped as you spoke, clearly caught off guard. Either by you speaking to her in general or the tone that was clear even in whispers. Your grip on your weapon tightened as you tried to find the will to be reassuring like Tori was.

"Follow what the Dauntless born do. Don't hesitate when jumping on the train or you'll die." Great job y/n.. That was reassuring.."When we get to headquarters, when they ask for jumpers.. volunteer before the others. Dont ask questions, dont look for help.. Just do as I say and it will be fine.."

You didn't even look at her or give her the chance to respond before you started running. Didn't look back to see if she was running, or if she was falling behind. In no way would you allow it too look like you were helping her, because in the long run that would only make it worse. For both of you.

"What the hell is going on?" A transfer boy yells as people start passing him. You shake your head and wonder if these kids even know who they are joining. Had they ever watched the Dauntless? Did they know anything besides that the motto said?

We believe in freedom from fear, in ordinary acts of bravery, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.

Did they think that being part of this group came easily? That they would just walk into headquarters and be handed a gun and a job? Zeke was next to you jogging as the train horn sounded behind you. Jumping on and off things was one of his favorite things too do, anyone could see it in the way his face lite up.

"Oh no," mumbles the Erudite boy. "Are we supposed to hop on that thing?"

You hear the Stiff mumble "yes" and feel the tiniest bit better. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad, maybe she knew a little about what was about to happen. But it didn't mean she was prepared for the amount of lying that she was going to have to do. Dauntless begin to pile in, group by group, until only the new initiates are left. The Dauntless-born initiates are used to doing this by now, so in a second it's just faction transfers left.

You watch as they all start to panic, running next to the car you're in. You placed yourself in the last one, where all the others were in the first two. You watched them make it in one by one, the Stiff almost falling off. Had it not been from the girl from Candor she wouldn't have made it. You all watch A short Erudite boy with red hair pumps his arms as he tries to catch up to the train. An Erudite girl by the door reaches out to grab the boy's hand, straining, but he is too far behind. He falls to his knees next to the tracks as we sail away, and puts his head in his hands.

You should feel bad. Hes just failed the first test, hes now factionless. Less than thirty minutes after making his choice he has failed. But you know deep down its for the best, this is the easy part. If he couldn't make it onto the train what you and Four have planned for training would've killed him.

You listen to the Cador girl and the Abnegation girl talk, watch as she sits down and then instructs the other girl too. It is that moment you see her divergence. A true Dauntless would stay standing, be unafraid of the wind. Would find a way to show courage in the face of the speeding train and whipping wind.

This is going to be so much harder than you think, so much worse than you had planned. Thankfully Uriah was only a little divergent. His would be easy to hide, this girl.. Beatrice.. She would cause problems, problems you had already promised to try and solve.

"I guess we are going to Dauntless headquarters," She says after the other girl Christina speaks, "but I don't know where that is."

"Does anyone?" Christina shakes her head, grinning. "It's like they just popped out of a hole in the ground or something." You chuckle and cross your arms, pulling their attention towards you but you just keep looking out the train doors. If only they knew, you kinda do pop out of holes.

Then the wind rushes through the car, and the other faction transfers, hit with bursts of air, falling on top of one another. You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing through it. "Pathetic" You say loud enough for them all to hear, Christina scoffs along with the tall boy from Candor. The rest smartly stay quiet, Beatrice's eyes falling on you silently.

"Arent you supposed to be like.. guiding us or something?" He says from his place on the floor, it's your turn to scoff. Turning back to the door grabbing the railing and leaning out, you hear the transfers gasp assuming you're going to fall. Like you haven't done this a million times, none of them know if you're a transfer or not. Younger kids don't go to the ceremony, they would have no idea if you were Dauntless born or not.

In the cars ahead you could see those your age looking back at you. Zeke, Eric and Shauna all smiling knowing what was coming next. The roof came into view as you all pulled back into the cars, you could hear the Dauntless born whooping again. Turning back to the transfers you smiled, before locking eyes with Beatrice. They were all standing now, frantically talking amongst themselves about jumping.

"Good luck" was all you said before running and throwing yourself from the train.

#tobias eaton #tobias eaton x reader #four x reader #divergent #theo james

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ladyvillainous · 8 months

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Eric Coulter NSFW Alphabet

Was tidying up some of my WIP folders and stumbled across this so here have another alphabet. This may be a little out of character for some fans, but it's consistent with my version of his character from my full length fic on Wattpad and the imagines on here.

A Aftercare

(What they’re like after sex)

He's usually quite quick to fall asleep if you're getting down and dirty in your own bed, he'll pull you into his arms and drift off quite contentedly. If you're grabbing a quickie in between meetings or tasks he'll pull out, tidy himself up and be on his way. Leaving you a quivering mess with nothing more than a quick kiss and a self-satisfied grin on his face

B Body part

(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eric's pretty happy with his entire body having worked very hard to get in the shape he has, but if he had to pick, he'd say his arms and hands. If pressed he'd say it's because he can choke someone out just by wrapping his arm around their neck or do some serious damage with his fists. Privately he also likes how willingly you climb into his arms, sighing when he wraps you in his arms, he likes that you feel safe with him despite how brutal and violent he can be. I also think Eric would be a breast man, liking a good handful but nothing comically large. If he's had a hard day, he likes nothing more than to pull you into his lap and bury his face in your chest.

C Cum

(Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Like most men he hates condoms and would much prefer to just cum inside you which is why he's so very grateful for the Dauntless standard issue birth control. While he doesn't actually want kids, he does have a slight breeding kink in that he loves to fill you up and imagine what it would be like if you were to get pregnant though he barely admits that to himself let alone you.

D Dirty Secret

(Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eric's very dominant clearly and that translates to the bedroom as well but at the same time he gravitates towards a partner that would give as good as they got, this means sex is a constant powerplay between the two of you. He's never told you but sometimes he lets you win when he's in the mood to be dominated. He's even fantasised about you tying him up when he masturbates but has never actually voiced it because it rubs right up against his control issues.

E Experience

(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's good looking and well-built and before Dauntless he was just your standard cocky arrogant Erudite, which didn't bother any of the girls of his previous faction so yes lots of experience. At Dauntless he's carefully cultivated a menacing scary reputation; it tends to attract the more extreme dauntless women, but his apparent lack of interest has them moving on quickly. It's also widely known that the two of you are together and while you're less prone to physical violence than Eric everyone knows not to mess with your man if they want to live to tell the tale. In terms of prowess Eric wants to be the best at everything so he will have practised and read books and practised some more, the man knows what he's doing.

F Favourite Position

(This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn't have a favourite position because he wants them all, his moods change so quickly you regularly get whiplash so he's constantly changing things up depending on his and your mood. If you're both pent up after a hard day he might just taking you against the wall of your shower, or maybe he gets up in the morning to find you cooking breakfast in his T-shirt which you know will always end with him bending you over the counter roughly. While not usually one for public sex he's not adverse to a last night session on the mats in the training room after sparring, who goes on top will always be determined by who won the fight.

G Goofy

(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He definitely likes to tease you but he's never goofy, usually very serious and focused on making you both feel good.

H Hair

(How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Neat and tidy but no excessive manscaping, he does have a grid style tattoo that matches the ones on his arms adorning his lower abdomen and dipping below the line of his boxers.

I Intimacy

(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eric is extremely passionate and focused when in the moment it's not traditionally romantic, but you can't help but getting swept away by his intensity.

J Jack Off

(Masturbation head canon)

Because you both work long tiring shifts and have to keep up your training you don't always have the energy to be intimate. When it's been more than a few days Eric finds other ways to alleviate his tension, but he always thinks of you when he does.

K Kink

(One or more of their kinks)

Slight contradictory and secret breeding kink given his view on kids. Known preference for dominance with an occasional switch which he thinks you don't notice but you do. Is slightly into bondage in that he likes to tie or handcuff you to your shared bed when he's feeling particularly dominant.

L Location

(Favourite places to do the do)

He'll happy get down wherever and whenever the two of you are in the mood, even semi-public if private enough. Particularly likes shower sex, something about the hot steamy water and your slippery wet skin really gets him going. Doesn't hurt that he has to pin you to the wall whatever position you opt for.

M Motivation

(What turns them on, gets them going)

His mood is a huge determining factor, if he's angry or frustrated or keyed up after sparring he knows the quickest way to burn that off and get control of himself is to lose himself in you and you are usually more than happy to help. If he's tired and not in the mood initially wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts will change that fast. He's also more than happy to help you burn off any excess tension letting you use him as you need. You don't often get that worked up, but he can't help but get turned on when you stomp into your apartment in a towering temper, even more so when it’s directed at him strangely.

N NO

(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not opposed to rough play such as light choking, biting hard enough to leave a mark or just rough handling in general, leading to bruises but he'd never seriously hurt you during sex even if you asked him to. Firstly, he doesn't want to cause you any serious harm. Secondly, he'd doesn't want to push his scary reputation that far and his girlfriend walking around with any visible injuries not sustained in the ring would do exactly that. Lastly, he worries just what he might do even to you if he lost control.

O Oral

(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to go down on you the noises you make are so sexy he could listen to them all night and has once or twice, he's very talented with both his tongue and his fingers having long since perfected his technique. He's just as happy receiving, he doesn't think there's any view in the world better than you on your knees with your lips around him.

P Pace

(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As with location his mood plays a major part so again, he changes it up, often the exact opposite to what you'd expect always keeping you guessing. Usually when he arrives home in a bad mood you can expect to get railed (happily) against the nearest wall. But on occasion he has dragged you into the bedroom tied you to your bed and proceeded to tease you mercilessly, slowly and sensually until you're begging for relief. He switches it up the other way too on a lazy day off you wake up expecting slow passionate morning sex, but instead he flips you over and pounds you into the mattress. Sometimes you swear he's doing it just to keep you on your toes and you'd be right.

Q Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All depends on mood, time and opportunity but as a general rule he'll take you anyway he can get you luckily, you're in full agreement.

R Risk

(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He definitely likes to experiment especially when you first got together, he wanted to know what you liked and what would get you to make those noises he loved to hear. He wanted to know exactly what he had to do to make you scream his name and forget your own.

S Stamina

(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Eric's stamina is deceptive, on days on long physically draining days you'd expect him to be too tired but those are also the days when he can go all night and does. It's the long tedious days when he's been stuck in his office not doing anything physical that drain him the most. Those are usually the days he pulls you into his arms and falls straight to sleep.

T Toy

(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Handcuffs and rope are a staple of a good sex life as far as he's concerned. He's used a few of the more exotic toys manufactured by Erudite in his time but found he got bored of them quickly, preferring to make use of his own hands in new and different ways. He'd be lowkey offended if a toy could be better than him anyway.

U Unfair

(How much they like to tease)

When he's of a mood to tease you will be in agony, tears running down your face begging for relief before he'll give in, but those are also the most earth-shattering orgasms of your life, so you don't complain too loudly. You couldn't take it every day however so you're grateful it's more by exception than rule.

V Volume

(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

In the privacy of your apartment, he doesn't bother to control his volume but he's not overly loud or effusive anyway. The sounds he makes are usually more grunts of effort, and moans of pleasure than actually words, he's not one for dirty talk.

W Wild Card

(Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

I'm so bad with this question my mind always goes blank!

X X-Ray

(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

He's not comically pornstar large but he is above average in length and girth. Unusually for someone of his size he also knows how to use it to full effect rather than just resting on being a bit larger than average.

Y Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

Before you he masturbated every few days, more if he was frustrated or didn't have a girl of the month to play with. Now he has you it's not often you go more than a few days between sessions, both of you getting frustrated if it goes longer. It's noticeable to the people you work closest with, not that they'd ever dare say it to either of you, but they can tell when one of you has been sent on some task for a few days, leaving the other alone in the compound. They can also tell when the other returns because the following day you're both much more relaxed than usual.

Z ZZZ

(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eric gives you his all whether it's a long session or a quickie so if you're in bed and not due anywhere else you're both going to drift off wrapped in one another’s arms very quickly.

#eric coulter fluff #eric coulter fanfiction #ericcoulter #eric coulter smut #eric coulter imagine #divergent imagine #divergentfanfiction #divergent fanfiction #divergent

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shootingstarpilot · 6 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thanks for the tag, @merlyn-bane!

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

Eight!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

217,911

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

*sobbing* Star Wars, my beloved. The brainrot is real; I am consumed. When I was still on FF.net, though, I had stuff up in Harry Potter and How to Train Your Dragon.

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

back then, i was dauntless

how to bring him home

if i don't make it back (from where i've gone)

though some would harm you

like lightning changing hands

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

I absolutely do! I feel bad because I know I've gotten some lovely comments on chapters that aren't the most recent one, and those tend to get lost in the inbox, but I promise I'm working on it- if you get a response from a comment you left a year and a half ago, don't hold it against me 😅

I do it because I want so badly to build community here! I love getting comments from people, responding to something with a wee hint of a tease because I'm AWFUL and then getting a keysmash of a response and then exchanging snippets in the comments, truly, it fills me with delight- and I've met some absolutely wonderful people who I got introduced to by responding to comments-

Anyway. Community. That.

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

Oh. Hm. Hm.

I... guess it would have to be though some would harm you? Although I'm not sure if I feel confident in that designation, because it's very much part of a multi-work series. And I'm too much of a sucker for happy endings to write a stand-alone fic that doesn't have one, I think.

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

Oh, neural plasticity, for sure! Short and sweet <3

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

A bit. I can brush off the "actually the Jedi were the real monsters" assholes easily enough, but honestly, the comments that hit the hardest are the ones that clearly come from people who think they're offering ✨constructive criticism.✨ Not only because I didn't ask for it, but also because saying my work is "fatiguing" or "I'm sure there's a decent story here, but it's being buried under what you're trying to do with it-" there's nothing constructive there.

Side note: the person who left that last comment deleted it about half an hour later, because when I went to reply, it had vanished from my inbox. I don't know if they did that because they didn't want me to be able to reply, or if they realized that what they said was unhelpful and mean, but if they ever happen to see this-

I still got the email, prick.

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

Write? No, I haven't quite worked up the panache to try. Reading, on the other hand...

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

I do have snippets of one crossover that I actually posted in an anonymous collection, ha- an old BBC Merlin/ Good Omens/ Supernatural fic that I dug out of my old documents. Other than that, no- unless you count the Prequels and the Clone Wars as different enough to qualify as a crossover.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also not that I know of- very much open to it, though!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Since I don't think taking drabbles in tumblr chats to ridiculous lengths counts, I'd have to say no- I'd like to, though!

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

Codywan. Fiercely, unwaveringly Codywan.

Just to reinforce this- 292 of my bookmarks consist of Cody/Obi-Wan. The next most common romantic pairing (Aziraphale/Crowley) has less than half that, at 121.

I'm a goner, and I can't even bring myself to regret it.

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

OKAY SO I've written snippets of a modern AU focusing on Helix, Needle and Stitch, and I'm totally gonna take this opportunity to rage about it. I'm probably never gonna finish it, but it gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, so, hey- what else is fic for, really, if not for indulging yourself?

At first, it's just Needle and Stitch. It's just been the two of them, for as long as Stitch can remember. Needle's only a few years older than him, but he's raised him, kept him in school, kept a roof over their heads and food on the table-

Food on Stitch's plate, at least.

Then, one night, Needle does not come home.

A hit-and-run, the nurse tells him, although the words will not trickle through until much later. A coma.

He will not, they say patiently, come home for some time.

(There is so much that needs doing.)

Helix, meanwhile, is studying physical therapy at the local community college and working part-time at his brother Ace's bakery.

It's during one of these shifts that a skinny little twerp comes in and hands him a job application.

(Rent and bills and Needle Needle Needle-)

It doesn't take Helix long to realize something is... off.

Ace tells him not to push it, but-

The kid's a good worker. Great, as a matter of fact. He's never late. Stays past closing, too, if they've had a rush. He tells Helix about his brother and nothing else.

(His brother hasn't come to visit.)

Everything that's not sold at the end of the day gets packaged up and given out. They only toss in the dumpster what's really, truly inedible- stuff that got dropped in the kitchen, scraps left over from customers-

He thinks it's raccoons, at first, until he peers in and sees Stitch flatten himself against a heap of bags in the corner.

They package up leftovers for him, after that. A bit more than leftovers, maybe. Ace sets aside sandwiches. Helix buys him a thermos and tells him it's been in the lost and found for over a year. They make sure he eats.

(Needle's getting transferred out of the ICU.)

Stitch is trying. He's doing everything he can, and more besides. But Needle's life is too expensive and he's buckling under the weight.

(He hasn't even grieved. Not really. No room. No time.)

Eventually, something has to give.

He does.

(He hadn't expected someone to be there to catch him.)

Featuring:

Helix stumbling into adopting first one, then two idiot kids

Ace being a supportive brother

Needle finding his way home

Mace Windu as Needle's (unfairly attractive, Helix thinks) neurologist

Obi-Wan as a hospital social worker who gets assigned Needle's file

Cody as Obi-Wan's husband, Helix's cousin, and children's book author (Stitch's favorite)

(listen I am WEAK for author!Cody, truly)

(Helix was totally the one who got them together and he regrets it every day of his life.)

Sheev Palpatine as the epitome of the evil of the American healthcare system

The Melidaan crew running a long-term, non-profit care facility that offers both in-patient and out-patient rehab services

16.) What are your writing strengths?

(I'VE PUT TOO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS. SHIT.)

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I am, apparently, really good at writing breakdowns. >:3

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

Dialogue does not come easily to me. I have to work a bit to hit my stride. But I think it turns out well enough!

Hm. Coming from a purely technical perspective here, I think the reader should be able to understand everything that's spoken in a fic. If a character says something in another language, then I think the best way to convey that is, "X muttered something Y didn't catch," or, if the listener recognizes that it's at least in another language, "X muttered something in French."

If the reader should understand it, then something along the lines of: "'I knew we shouldn't have trusted him,' X muttered in French."

If the POV character doesn't understand the language, it doesn't make sense to provide the reader with a perfect transliteration of what the other character is saying. The character wouldn't have that knowledge. It can really take me out of the fic when two characters suddenly start conversing in written-out sentences in another language, and I have to scroll all the way down to the footnotes for translations.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

But then again, that's just my opinion- I'm sure others have their own thoughts on this!

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Harry Potter.

Hell, I have to say like lightning changing hands, if only because whatever fic I'm writing at the moment is my favorite. It's the act of creation that does it for me!

(Also because it's such a good opportunity to explore so many relationship dynamics.)

No-pressure tags for @jedi-enthusiast, @themonopolyhat, @shadow-pixelle, and @foreverchangingfandomsao3!

#shoulder the sky #me: let's summarize this lil nebulous au for sharing! :D #also me ten minutes later: shit. it's grown legs.#personal #my writing

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years

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— 18+ —

Quixotic

Second Best

Dirty, Pretty Things [ Prelude | Implications | Interlude | Postlude ] [ AO3 ]

Milestone

Pulchritude

The Cat's Meow | Milk

Buzzin

Playing with Fire [ Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 3.5 ]

Inebriated

Good, Better, Best

Feels Right [ ft. Uzui Tengen ]

How Many Drinks? [ Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 3.5 ]

AFK [ AO3 ]

Sparkler [ Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 ]

Dauntless

In Media Res

Take It, Baby [ Teaser ]

Still

Major Distribution | The Night After | Chopsticks [ Mafia!Verse ] [ AO3 ]

Orphaned WIPs

Lock It Up

Double Trouble [ ft. Uzui Tengen ]

Smut Asks [ One | Two | Three ]

Bodyguard AU [ One | Two | Three ]

Lazy

Lesson 1

Untitled

Deep Breaths, Darling [ AO3 ]

Untitled 2

Silent Type

Treasured

Distraction

Soft Dom

Gentle

The Games That Play Us

respite

Naughty

Freak

intermission

#my works #masterlist #rengoku x reader

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boltlightning · 5 months

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Oooh!! pre-proposal disaster ! Please tell me more 😍😍😍

aha...one day the pre-proposal disaster is gonna be a one-shot about james norrington psyching himself up to ask governor swann for his daughter's hand in marriage. it's one of those i want to be Perfect because it's going to be short. i wrote the whole thing at like 2am one night and decided i didn't like the flow, then got embarrassed and didn't revisit the fic until recently. it's a sorry state of affairs.

BUT here is a look at some of the content that's gonna get recycled when i come back to this:

Dinners at the Swanns usually end with whist now, but that was not always the case. James has been a family friend of the Swanns since they first arrived in Port Royal; the governor took pity on the poor fourth lieutenant of the Dauntless, a boy of ambition and manners well beyond his years. As his career began to escalate at an unusual and meteoric rate, James came to find dinner at the Swanns a welcome, steady reprieve. Governor Swann is a natural conversant, eager to get James’ opinion on politics and publications and oh, isn’t that bill that Judge Carew is pushing so vile? Elizabeth in her youth was always sharp, and recognized James as a source for sea stories, though James’ experiences in the Navy could never be as grandiose as the ones she read about in novels. James was well-read and encouraged her studies. He thinks fondly of the time she was learning French. James himself had learned a passable amount from his mother in his youth, and though his accent is much better than Elizabeth’s, her vocabulary far surpasses his. They would try and communicate in French over the dinner table until both were conversational. To this day, she still tosses French sentences at him when she feels the need for discretion over afternoon tea with her father.

ask me stuff about my wips ✨

#that last bit will almost certainly not make it into the new draft but #i must sprinkle my 'james' mother is the only reason he has culture beyond the navy' agenda wherever i go #thank you carola!!!!!!!!!! love to overexplain my writing :')#tag game #*fic

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meadow-roses · 18 days

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I'm still not super content with the design I had for Dauntless, so here's some doodles of a redesign of sorts

#oc #dauntless #grace #dauntless wip #oc art #grace rocha #pen #doodle #pencil #superhero #keepers universe

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tortoisesshells · 5 months

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I'd love to hear about "unknelled" or "the monsters of the deep are made"! Very intrigued by both!

They've been hanging around in my files for a while, so I apologize if you've heard about them before! They're both roughly follow-ups to the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war - (though I wouldn't say they're actually that directly related? Regardless, all the titles are from the same Byron poem because I'm nothing if not annoyingly consistent.

"the monsters of the deep are made" is an AU sequence for CotBP in which Elizabeth does tell James Norrington about the curse on the pirates before the fight at Isla de Muerta; I haven't finished it because I can't figure out what that exactly does for the end of the movie. alas for my limited imagination!

“Did you see nothing amiss with the Black Pearl when she attacked Port Royal? Did you not think that there was something wrong, that a crew of a hundred or so could knock you and all of Fort Charles and the Dauntless back on your heels?” James flushed, embarrassment and anger stamped on his features: “I could not get the men of the Dauntless off her quick enough to matter in any way.” “And the garrison?” “Half down with putrid fevers at any time.” “I am aware,” she said, losing patience, thinking that she owed him nothing and that she certainly had not to hazard herself like this, making her fiancé believe she was unstable and unwell, “I spent a good many hours with my father at your sickbed while you recovered from them yourself. You are making excuses now. I will ask again: do you think it within reason that Barbossa’s crew of a hundred or so could have sacked Port Royal?”

"unknelled" is continuing that AU ... sorta. It's not really justifiable, but it's roughly "what would happen if Norrington cursed himself deliberately" because I'm nothing if not predictable as a fic writer and I enjoy making his life worse.

“Miss Sw– Elizabeth. What do you – what are you doing?” “How do you think I got off the Dauntless in the first place?” Elizabeth dodged the question, finding her footing on the rail below her, before realizing that clambering down a rope of sheets was a different beast entirely from – this. She muttered a curse – letting go of the upper rail was somewhat necessary to getting to the deck below, but she had no easy way of balancing without it. “I didn’t imagine you swam,” James replied, voice a little strangled. She heard him cross towards her, and quietly, “Will you let me help you?” Elizabeth assented, and took hold of his hand when prompted. She was more relieved to feel the deck under her feet than she wanted to say, and dusted her palms off on her breeches in consequence. James Norrington was not looking at her – at the incongruously white deck, at his own hands, at the darkness behind her. He was blue as a corpse in the moonlight, and Elizabeth wondered if it were only her own fears manifesting herself, or if his eyes really were going as wide and hazy as her mother’s had, in the hours after her death.

(Ask me about my WIPs.)

#i'm sensing a theme of my narrators freak out about corpses. huh. what's that about.#honestly? I love these ideas so much but I'm just - I can't figure out what I'm doing. what I'm trying to do.#fic #my fic #... sorta

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cynicalmusings · 8 months

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hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

(or, if that’s too small to read:)

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[~500-300 D.A.W]

There were many of them, to begin with: Morax’s chosen warriors to cleanse the land of evil. When fallen gods’ lingering resentment seized the world like plague, they fought with fierce resolution and unparalleled skill, and dark manifestations fell before their blades like leaves before a hurricane.

Of these warriors—yakshas, they were called—five were the most pronounced: Bosacius, Indarias, Bonanus, Menogias, and Xiao. Together they tore through countless leagues of monsters, leaving oceans of blood in their wake. Not once did they falter or fail in their duty. Slaughter was their livelihood, and the battleground their home.

Some yakshas fell in conflict to the fallen gods’ wrath, finding their end, too, among the torrent of flashing blades. Pervases was one such yaksha, whom Bosacius had loved like a brother, taken too soon by a monstrosity risen from hatred and fury.

These yakshas were the lucky ones.

The first few centuries were simple; kill, and move on. Kill, and move on. The yakshas’ forces were hindered by nothing as they cut down manifestations where they arose. Their only concern was leaving battle with their lives. Sometimes, when they were not fighting, there was laughter. Joy, even. Respite to be found in between the bloodshed where undeniable kinship had been forged.

Then the karma began to set in.

Centuries of slaughter did not come freely: a price was demanded for clashing with the anger of gods, and it was one paid in blood, tears, and sanity. The lingering resentment they battled so relentlessly against took root in their hearts, turning their blood black with hatred until they turned on each other, raving and furious, tearing their comrades apart. It infected their minds, distorting honed focus to madness that only devoured, ever-hungry, splitting the head and splintering the world into red fragments behind their eyes.

Of the foremost five yakshas, Indarias was the first to fall. The madness took her, though she fought against it, when she took notice of the blood on her hands and could not wash it away. Her true nature as a slaughterer of thousands, once revealed to her in the broken mirror of her mind, could not be taken back. The flames she commanded consumed her, massacred gods screaming inside her head until all she knew was fear, and then all she knew was darkness. Her shattered mask clattered to the floor.

The remaining four carried on with heavy hearts.

(See, my child, how this dauntless hero is gnawed by fear.)

Menogias and Bonanus were the next to succumb to the price they owed. Camaraderie turned to loathing in the heat of a moment, ignited by the hatred gnawing away at their spirits. Blades clashed for days and nights on end until both fell to exhaustion and fatal wounds. Two more empty masks joined the first.

(Behold, my child, how those lovers who swore by the sky and earth betray and torment each other with lies.)

Xiao and Bosacius struggled onwards, caught in constant battle not only with monsters of flesh but the ones within themselves. Neither of them spoke of it, but the silent acknowledgement of the other’s suffering hung thick in the air. Xiao was plagued by painful torment in his waking hours and nightmares in his slumber until he stopped sleeping altogether.

One day, Bosacius cried out with sudden madness, and vanished without a trace. His mask was never found.

(See how selfless rulers bow as if they lacked spines.)

(Child, know that love is but a fleeting dog. It is power that forms the stuff of sweet dreams.)

The last millennia of the Archon War, Xiao spent alone.

#the way grinned like a chimpanzee when i saw this question #god what’s wrong with me #(this is from the 51k word fic by the way)#stay tuned and read the other 50 thousand words when i post it��!#fuck #sent: digital-chance #r answers #…i’m going to put this on the tags for self-promotional purposes #i’m sorry (but i’m also not)#xiao x reader #xiao #genshin impact x reader

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WIP Wednesday

“Big spoon or little spoon?”

“Have you hit your head again?”

Anakin chuckled. “No. I mean, not lately. Not that I know of. I meant, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

Obi-Wan stared at him uncomprehendingly. “I already finished eating my dinner. At dinnertime. Are you…still hungry, or” -

“You mean to tell me you’ve never heard of spooning,” Anakin said flatly, cutting him off.

Obi-Wan bristled. “I know what basic kitchen utensils are, Anakin, thank you” –

“Wow, okay, well, you have been missing out,” Anakin said, and rolled over onto his stomach on the (their, one, shared) bed. “Spooning is great. You’ll like it. Come here.”

“Give me a moment; I’m not actually ready to go to bed yet.” Obi-Wan was stalling and they both knew it. He unstrapped the combination commlink/chronometer he wore around his wrist and set it on the bedside table, then crossed the room to turn off the lights.

“That’s what you’re going to wear to bed?” Anakin asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Yes?” Obi-Wan looked down at himself. He was wearing the same long-sleeved undershirt he’d worn all day (no sense in changing until after his morning sonic; all that would do would be to create more laundry) and the knee-length leggings he wore over his underwear but under his trousers. It was how he slept practically every night. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Oh, nothing,” Anakin said airily, meaning of course the exact opposite. “I usually just sleep in my shorts.” He was, indeed, wearing nothing but his underpants and one leather glove.

“Well, bully for you,” Obi-Wan grumbled, and got under the covers. “Maybe that’s why you’re so cold all the time, and keep stealing my blankets.”

“Hang on, hang on, you forgot the lights,” Anakin reminded him, but then turned them off himself by using the Force to flick the light panel on the wall.

“Ah. Yes. Thank you.” Obi-Wan laid on his side, facing away from Anakin. Somehow this was different, sharing a real bed, as opposed to a cabin on the Dauntless or a bedroll in a tent on some battlefield. What was he supposed to do? What was Anakin supposed to do? Where should he put his hands? What if he rolled over in the middle of the night and woke Anakin up? What if Anakin rolled over in the middle of the night and –

“Okay, this? This…panicking, thing? This is exactly what we’re not going to do,” Anakin said firmly into the dark at his back. “I’m going to touch you, now, and you are going to fucking relax.” And with no other warning, Anakin did, pressing the warmth of his body all along Obi-Wan’s back, from neck to toe. And Obi-Wan tried to follow his directions, really he did, but the absolute absurdity of sharing a bed in Tipoca City with Anakin Skywalker made him freeze up. They hadn’t done this together since Anakin was -

“I am going to massage this tension out of you if you don’t do it yourself in the next ten seconds,” Anakin threatened, and hooked his chin over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, so that their cheeks were resting next to each other, and slipped an arm between the curve of Obi-Wan’s waist and the dip in the mattress. He splayed his fingers and rested his open palm on the flat of Obi-Wan’s abdominals. He used his other hand, in its leather glove, to stroke up and down Obi-Wan’s right bicep. (Obi-Wan had an Open Circle tattoo on his left bicep. It matched the one on Anakin’s left bicep. They’d gotten them at the same time, and Rex and Cody had followed after them. They’d all been just a bit drunk.) “Breathe with me. And no cheating, because I can feel your diaphragm like this.”

“I am breathing,” Obi-Wan shot back, unable to decide what to do with himself. It was disconcerting, how genuinely nicely Anakin was treating him.

“You’re fighting me, is what you’re doing. And that is very poor little spoon behavior.”

Obi-Wan sighed, out of habit more than anything else. “Explain the spoon thing, then.”

“Okay. So.” Every time Anakin talked, Obi-Wan could feel the movement of his jaw against his shoulder. Anakin was going to end up with beard burn on his freshly shaven cheek; Obi-Wan could already tell. “You know how two spoons fit together in a drawer? Well, in this case, we’re the spoons, and the bed is the drawer. I’m holding you in front of me, so I’m the big spoon, and I’m behind you, so you’re the little spoon. But we can also do it the other way.” Without any warning, Anakin unwound his arms from around Obi-Wan’s middle and flipped himself one hundred and eighty degrees, until he was facing the opposite wall.

“Um. Obi-Wan. You were supposed to follow me.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan flipped over, too, first onto his back and then onto his right side. Now he was facing Anakin’s back and broad shoulders.

“Now scooch closer.”

Obi-Wan did so, tentatively. He laid a hand on Anakin’s elbow so lightly he wasn’t sure Anakin could even tell it was there.

“More,” Anakin urged, and reached over his own elbow to put his free hand over Obi-Wan’s. “Good start, but pretend there’s a lot of spoons in this drawer and so we’re all packed in real tightly together, all right?” He tugged on Obi-Wan’s wrist, and Obi-Wan ended up mashed up against Anakin’s back, his nose pressed between Anakin’s shoulder blades. Anakin chuckled. “I didn’t say you couldn’t get comfy; just that you have to make me feel it. Scoot up on the bed a little…there you go. Better?”

Obi-Wan now had his face pressed directly into the junction between Anakin’s neck and his shoulder. It was better – it was a hell of a lot better, fucking fantastic, actually – but this couldn’t be what Anakin meant, could it? This was how married couples slept, not –

“And then give me your hand,” Anakin was saying, but he didn’t bother to wait for Obi-Wan to actually do it. He laced his own fingers through Obi-Wan’s and held their clasped hands in the middle of his chest, directly over his sternum. Obi-Wan thought he could feel his heartbeat…but then again that might just have been his own. “So this is what being the big spoon is like,” Anakin explained, like Obi-Wan wasn’t in the middle of an existential crisis. “Now do you want to stay like this, or do you want to swap back and I’ll be the big spoon?”

“Whatever you like,” Obi-Wan muttered into Anakin’s hair.

“Okay, I can tell you’re talking, because I can feel your chest move, but that’s my bad ear, so” –

Obi-Wan extricated an index finger from Anakin’s grip and tapped out his message onto Anakin’s sternum.

“No, this is about what you are comfortable with,” Anakin said, his voice softer than it had been just a minute previously. He rubbed the back of Obi-Wan’s hand with his thumb. “I’m good with either. Really.”

Then this is fine, Obi-Wan tapped. ‘Fine’ was a gross understatement of the situation, but he wasn’t ready to admit to anything more.

“Okay,” Anakin said comfortably, sounding like he was partway asleep already. (Obi-Wan’s boy had always been good about falling asleep quite quickly, and in impossible circumstances.) “Then let’s stay like this. I haven’t been the little spoon in a long time. This is nice.”

Oh, shit. Now Obi-Wan was thinking about Padmé, and about how Anakin was not, technically, legally divorced yet, and so Obi-Wan was sharing a bed with a married man, with someone’s husband, with his friend Padmé’s husband…

“Forced massage is still on the table,” Anakin growled. “And you won’t like it. I will sit on you and I will not be gentle.”

Sorry, Obi-Wan tapped, willing his muscles to relax.

Anakin sighed and his thumb, which Obi-Wan hadn’t realized had never stopped rubbing his hand, stilled. “Obi-Wan, tell me this instant. If you really, truly hate this, I will go get my own room right now. No hard feelings. We’ll just chalk this up to a failed experiment.”

Please stay, Obi-Wan tapped, a little desperately.

“Okay.” Anakin let his head fall back onto the pillow. “Then I’ll stay.” He brought their conjoined hands up to his mouth, pressed one single, warm kiss to Obi-Wan’s knuckles, then tucked their hands against his chest again and fell right to sleep.

#wip wednesday #obikin

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dear-mrs-otome · 11 months

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Mrs. O, if i remember correctly you were writing a beauty and a beast fic with silvio and emma, right? ,_, are you planning to post it some time? I'd love to read it when it's ready :3 (or maybe you did already and i didn't see it... 🤔 idk, i miss stuff sometimes haha)

I am! It's still a slow process, the same real-life things that have derailed me from keeping up on my summaries have kept me from getting to write much lately too :(

As a peace offering, have a bit more of the WIP?

“Business meetings?” She wrinkled her nose. “Oh, no. No. Don’t tell me that means-” The rest of her sentence was robbed by a resounding crash, the deafening clatter of a door thrown open - or rather, kicked open, as she knew better than to believe otherwise of the man who sauntered in. The violence of his entrance setting one of her nearby newly built towers of books swaying precariously. “-Him,” she finished flatly, before plastering on a smile even more obviously fake than the forgotten vase of forlorn silk orchids gathering dust in a nearby corner. “Welcome in, Your Highness. Thank you for testing the resilience of our hinges. Again.” His Highness, the crown prince of Benitoite, drew to a halt and spared her a scathing look, shaking his fur-lined cloak back imperiously. “I’d start charging for the service, but there’s no way in hell this dump could afford me.” “Strange. For being such a ‘dump’, it sure seems to keep you coming back,” she returned fire, cloyingly sweet, before forcing herself to take a deep...calming...breath. She would not let this goblin masquerading as royalty get under her skin and ruin the high of a delivery day. He snorted. “It’s the impeccable customer service, clearly.” She ground her teeth together and shot Akatsuki a pleading look, noticing the amusement that clung to the wrinkles fanned around his eyes as his attention bounced between the two of them. Spectating his favorite sport. “Prince Silvio,” Akatsuki said at last, wading into the fray. Dismissing her, the prince turned a dauntless, charming grin on the man who owned the shop, and she did her best to ignore the nip of envy that inspired. He’d never smiled once at her like that. But then, why did she possibly care?

#mrs o talks #my writing #wip

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mycryptidisqueererthanyours · 9 months

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WIP progress update

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I thought I would be done by now. I though, 'oh, this'll be cute. A little fucked up because I live for messed up character dynamics but short and sweet.' I underestimated the task I chose to subject myself to.

I have working on this for approximately 2 months. My Google document is now 29 pages long. I want to die /j

And I feel bad for the like five people who saw and liked my other post about my upcoming fic as this taking forever (I feel worse for my followers on Reddit; I've had a few ideas for things but nothing I've started properly writing out, poor sods). So, I'll be including another couple of snippets, the fanfic's title and a possible AU idea.

The fanfic itself is called A Star Is Just A Black Hole Waiting To Happen ([Redacted] x Recovering!Yandere) and it is a yan x yan pairing.

Here are a few more snippets to tide anyone over that actually wants to read this lol

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I hacked Teo’s Tesla and drove it into Lake Bluemoss.

Bullshit.

‘I did. Hold on…’ He fished his phone out his pocket and, after a few moments of inaudible muttering and tapping away, he turned it so they could see. Sure enough, displayed proudly on the screen was a picture of a half-submerged car in a lake, taken from relatively far away, with what looked suspiciously like a surprisingly panicked Teo in the background. ‘Told you,’ he crowed, triumphantly.

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They reached up and carefully carded calloused fingers through his hair, revealing dark roots peeking through. Your poor hair. It must be fried to Hell and back. Please tell me you use coconut oil or-. Aster’s heart thundered in their throat, as [Redacted] leaned into the sensation, eyes fluttering shut. He gently gripped their wrist, holding them there. A silent plea for them to stay. A plea they couldn’t bring themself to refuse. Instead, all they could do was huff in amusement. Something. You really are like an overgrown cat, you know that? He said nothing, only nuzzling into them further.

And then suddenly, he pitched forward. Only for you. He burrowed themself against their shoulder, breath ghosting against their neck. Only ever f’you.

They leaned their head against his, fingers idly toying with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. I know. I know.

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How did you want to crush her? He goaded. He was greedy. He needed to hear this.

Their lips curled in displeasure and, in the low gloom, their grimace looked like it was filled with blood-rimmed teeth.

‘I wanted to throttle her. Maybe slam her head into the fucking concrete.’ There was something bright and brilliant and vicious in their eyes, blazing like a supernova, as their nails dug into his cardigan. Spittle and acid pooled in their mouth. Before their eyes widened with realisation and they composed themself again. They bowed their head to hide their face, as they felt it heat up and crumple in embarrassment. Horror and shame curled in their stomach at their sudden outburst. ‘Sorry.’ (fix)

Don’t apologise, he soothed. His tone was agonisingly warm and promised patience as dauntless and unending as the void. It made Aster’s head hurt. Y’have nothing to apologise f’r. You know I would do the same for you.

(They stared at his jumper, the cable knit pattern suddenly deeply fascinating. Knitting had never made sense to them. Nor had he.

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And an AU idea: I'm thinking of writing a Magnus Archives!AU, with [Redacted] being an avatar of the Spiral. I was originally thinking the Web, given his manipulative tendencies and canonical liking of spiders, but I think the Spiral would be more in line with canon abilities. These include distorting his appearance, the world around him and the overall narrative. He doesn't merely manipulate, he deceives. So, it seems like a better fit but feel free to disagree. Instead, maybe he can be deeply marked by the Web (and possibly the Eye, given his whole thing for surveillance cameras and keeping constant tabs on Angel) as a little treat :)

I am really sorry this is taking way longer than I expected. I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone when it comes out, even if it is just because of wait time alone lol Or shitty writing. More likely shitty writing.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted

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