#uni au with a snippet of fic I won’t write

[anabsolutewalnut]

“I take it you missed me?”

“Shut up. Like you didn’t miss me.”

Sokka smiled, leaned in to press his forehead against Zuko’s. Three months away at college suddenly felt like an eternity as they stood in the dark street, too eager to see each other to even get inside.

“It wasn’t that long,” Sokka said, and his heart still skipped a beat when Zuko’s eyes narrowed in reply.

“Liar.”

It was the longest they’d been apart since they’d gotten together.

Sokka smiled again, linked his fingers behind Zuko’s back. “Yeah.”

[nexttoyouliam]

I just saw your footballers AU ask and my interest was awakened. Did I understand correctly that you have never published this story? I would read it. :)

Have you written something else? Where can I find your work?

Thank you in advance! <3

hi bb, thank you for the ask!

yes, you’re correct, i’ve never published my footballers au 🙈🙂‍↕️ but thank you for saying you’d read it! it’s definitely making me want to pick it back up ^-^

as for my other works: back in 2014/2015 when i used to write for the 1d fandom, i had a handful of ziam fics (and one lilo) that i’d written and published, but when i left the fandom i ended up deleting my ao3/livejournal so none of those works are around anymore. to be quite honest, i don’t regret deleting them since the quality of my writing then definitely wasn’t anywhere near what it is now—though i’m sure if i actually go looking for them i might find them (but again, they’re probably all on my old laptop that i cba to recover, lol).

however! like i mentioned in my other ask reply, there are a few fics i’ve been working on at the mo that have been taking up most of my focus. the one i’m closest to finishing (and is honestly my favourite) is a ziam soulmate au set in their third year of uni. if you’d like i can post a snippet in the meantime, but just know that i’m really trying my best to get this done and up on my new ao3 by mid may, so i promise the wait won’t be too much longer!!

[wolfpants]

WIP Challenge 😁❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍❤😁🤩🤩 Rules: tell us the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them. Then tag five other writers.

Pages of You - this is my current live WIP. It’s a soft spinoff/sequel to Led by Light, my 1960s Wolfstar AU. It’s set 20 years later, in 1980, and follows Harry during his summer between second and third year at uni. He picks up a job at Sirius’s queer bookshop and starts up a pen pal relationship with an anonymous boy he starts to fall for. At the same time, he meets Draco, son of the CEO of the UK’s most conservative bookshop chain who are opening up a branch in the same London district.

Bites Through the Bone - I’ve posted a couple of snippets of this already (here and here). This will be a one-shot (or at the maximum, two chapters). Remus is a former art graduate turned thief when he and his best friend Gideon find themselves out of work straight out of university. They pick up rich men in London and rob them. One night, he meets Sirius, and things turn on their head. Guest appearance by James Potter. I’m not going to lie, this fic is pure id-fulfillment and really rather rude indeed; but it’s been very fun to write and a bit of a break from my usual brand of flangst/flufft. However, it is me, so it does include, you know, heightened emotions and depth of feeling… somewhat. I just hope people won’t judge me too harshly for it!

Scrabble - my RS Candyhearts challenge that I swear I will finish writing before Valentine’s Day. A cute one-shot where Remus and Sirius play a game of Scrabble and smoke some jazz cigarettes.

Firelight - my first official Jegulus fic, which I can’t give too much away about, because it’s a challenge/gift. It’s a one-shot also.

As Yet Untilted Gothic Wolfstar multi-chapter fic - I posted about this here and I’ve started drafting/outlining, which I think makes it an official WIP. I have a couple of titles in mind for this and I’m sure you’ll hear more about it soon. This is my next “big baby” after Pages.

As Yet Untitled Nick Hornby inspired Wolfstar multi-chapter fic - much the same as the above, it’s completely outlined but I have no title for it yet. Sirius is a former child actor from a big film franchise and has since blurred into obscurity. Remus’s boyfriend is investigating him for his podcast series on forgotten pop culture icons, and Remus couldn’t care less about it nor him. Until he does.

Thanks for the fun ask! I'm pretty much leaving this open to everyone because I love you all but I'd love to hear from @academicdisaster24 @wolfstarting @eyra @lostmykeysie @kember-writes if any of you would like to share (but of course no pressure!).

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello Steph 😊 Do you have any BAMF Molly or just some good fics that feature Molly? I need some Molly love at the moment because I just read a fic where she "turns to the drak side" so to speak, and my heart 😭😭😭

Hey Nonny!

Ah I did a few comm. recs lists recently with Molly, but here are what I can offer you from memory, LOL. PLEASE add your fave Molly fics, guys! PLEASE NOTE these are fics I’ve read, and please check the sub-headings for a TONNE of stuff I haven’t read!! Big title so I can find it later LOL.

MOLLY PLAYS A ROLE

See also:

COMM RECS: Coming Out To Molly

COMM RECS: Molly with Women

COMM RECS: Molly and Greg Push John and Sherlock Together

COMM RECS: Molly as a Villain

Santa Knows by Itsallfine (T, 1,719 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Party, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Matchmaking, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock and John both get exactly what they want from the Yard's secret Santa exchange. Pure holiday fluff.

What John Doesn't Know (Won't Hurt Him) by blueink3 (NR [T], 4,392 w., 1 Ch, || S3 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Snippets of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Fluff and Angst, Five and One, Hopeful Ending, POV Sherlock) – Five people who see Sherlock's scars before John Watson. But Sherlock's secrets were never something he could keep from his blogger for long.

Thirty Three Hours Without John Watson by Bookaholic, mybrotherharry (M, 6,232 w. || First Kiss / Time, Pining Idiots, BG Mystrade, Crackish) – Sherlock can SO TOTALLY survive without John Watson. It should be a piece of cake. AKA the time when Sherlock braved grocery store lines for milk, purchased and gave away a box of tampons and figured out what the X-Factor is. Greg and Mycroft didn’t sign up for this shit. Next time, they are going to the Bahamas.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

Insanity in the Middle by DotyTakeThisDown (E, 28,010 w., 8 Ch. || Equestrian Sports AU || Alternate First Meeting, POV John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Clueless Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Passionate Kisses, Hand Holding, Caught Making Out, Bed Sharing, Spooning, Blow Job) – John is a world-class eventing rider with a gold medal and several four-star wins to his credit, but he's never won at Rolex. Sherlock is an up-and-coming rider taking the sport by storm.

Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (T, 31,987 w., 11 Ch. || College/Uni AU || Professor John, Ph.D Student Sherlock, Pining John, Poetry, Falling in Love / Slow Burn, Light Angst, Happy Ending) – John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w., 20 Ch. || Alternating POV, Molly/  John [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon...or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn't know what Molly's up to...but he knows he doesn't like it.

The Pieces That Fall to Earth by Itsallfine (M, 49,513 w., 84 Ch. || S4 Fix-It, Epistolary, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Parentlock, Past Abuse, Coming Out, Internalized Homophobia, Questioning Sexuality, Mental Health Issues / Therapy, Angst, Happy Ending) – John and Sherlock have hit rock bottom, but with all their armor stripped away, they can finally speak honestly, seek healing, and find the truths that matter most. An epistolary post-s4 fix-it fic. Now complete. (This fic is rated T except for one very clearly marked and easily skippable chapter, which is rated M.) Part 1 of The Pieces that Fall to Earth

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w., 15 Ch. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief...

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Stars Move Still by BeautifulFiction (E, 96,022 w., 5 Ch. || Magical Realism, Demons, Slash to Pre-Slash, AU, Happy Ending, Souls) – "What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., 12 of ? Ch. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles, Girl’s Night, Texting, Virgin Sherlock, Drunk Sherlock, Background Mollstrade, Hair Petting, Laying on Lap) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (T, 107,998 w., 215 Ch. || Epistolary, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending) – On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with the things they each said when the other could not hear, the things they each put down where the other could not see: a collection of writings that illustrate the way their love for one another has grown over the years. Part 1 of between each beat

The Burning Heart by May_Shepard (M, 119,150 w., 21 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, John’s Sexuality, S3 Rewrite, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV John Watson, John’s Gay) – When Sherlock dies, John Watson feels like his life is over too. He’s completely shut down, until Mark Morstan, a new nurse at John’s medical clinic, catches his attention, and helps him uncover the long buried truth of his attraction to men. Although he’s certain he’ll never get over Sherlock, John plans to move on, and build a new life with Mark, unaware that Sherlock is not quite as dead as he appears, and that Mark is hiding secrets of his own.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

The Horse and his Doctor by khorazir (T, 129,003 w., 13 Ch. || Horse / Vet AU || Magical Realism, Horses, Vet John, Horse Sherlock, Implied Alcoholism) – Invalided after a run in with a poacher in Siberia, veterinary surgeon John Watson finds it difficult to acclimatise to the mundanity of London life. Things change when a friend invites him along to a local animal shelter and he meets their latest acquisition, a trouble-making Frisian with the strangest eyes and even stranger quirks John has ever encountered in a horse.

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Hollywood / Actor AU, Secret Relationship, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Romance, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Pining) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w., 28 Ch. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn't have much choice. There's only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

[youmustbestrongernow]

thought i’d post a little snippet from that wip i found, the uni au one, because it’s captured my attention, i’ve been working on it around my other writing, because i wanted to see where it was going, and i’m super happy with it so far. i say this way too often but it’s different from my usual fics, especially the characterisation, but it’s all part of the story and it’s very much their experiences that shaped them, but their relationship is impacted by this, it’s been fun to explore. also it’s kind of enemies to lovers, which is an ultimate favourite of mine, except, it’s kind of one sided, and even david doesn’t really hate matteo, he wants too, he really does, but who could hate matteo? anyway have a little snippet because it’s sunday and i’m bored

Laura was taking pity on him and making him dinner, while he ranted about the injustice of it all. How unfair it was that he had to work with Matteo Florenzi of all people. Usually he would complain about the customers, and there had been a few bad ones today, but this was much bigger.

“I still don’t really understand David,” she said, amused. She turned the heat down and came over to sit opposite him. “Don’t worry it’s almost done,” she added when she noticed him eyeing the pan.

“What’s not to understand? He’s a pain in the ass and I have to work with him,” David complained. He was feeling extra whiny tonight, but in his defence he was starving, he still hadn’t caught up from missing breakfast.

She just raised an eyebrow.

“And he’s not even a film student, he’s not in any of my classes. I have no idea why he’s taking this class. I know it’s an optional one, but what’s he going to do with animation? I just know he’s taking it as an easy class, he thinks that he can just draw a few cartoons and get an A. Well he can’t. Animation is hard work. It’s not fair. It doesn’t matter if he fails because it won’t affect his fancy business studies degree or whatever the hell he’s studying. I really think this is what I want to do. I have to work so hard. I barely have time to even do my work because I spend half my time at work, and the rest of the time I’m just trying to make sure I stay on top of everything. Then he just struts into class half an hour late and no one cares. Not even the lecturer!”

“You said ten minutes earlier,” Laura said, grinning.

“Laura!”

“Ok ok, Matteo Florenzi is the worst person on earth, an absolute stain on humanity and it’s an absolute travesty that you are being forced under sufferance to spend time with him.”

“Hate you,” David muttered.

“You love me,” she said with a smile. “Is he really a business student?”

“No idea, I heard him complaining about it once, something about how his dad wanted him to go into business,” David said. That was all he had to go on.

“You sure do eavesdrop and watch him a lot,” Laura mused, getting up and heading back to the stove. She grabbed the bowls just as David’s stomach grumbled loudly.

David scowled at her back. He did not watch Matteo. He just happened to be around a lot. It was annoying. David didn’t even want to see him.

“No I don’t,” he said.

“And you complain about him so much,” she said grinning.

“No I don’t!”

“You just spent a half hour complaining about how terrible it was that you had to work with him, when as far as I can tell his only crime was being late to the lecture,” she said.

“And his work isn’t very good,” David reminded her.

She turned and raised an eyebrow.

“It isn’t,” he insisted.

“David you’re being mean, it’s not like you,” Laura said.

“No… I…”

“How do you know he’s not trying his best? So what if he isn’t this super amazing animator, it’s an intro class,” she reminded him.

“He asks dumb questions,” David argued.

She just gave him a look that made him squirm. Now he felt bad. He was right about this, he knew he was. He wasn’t going to let Laura guilt him into being nice to Matteo Florenzi of all people. She wasn’t there, she didn’t have to put up with him. Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare and he was going to come home tomorrow night and prove to her just how bad Matteo really was.

[delirious-and-slightly-murderous]

Heyo!! 🤗

So these are what I wanna know about:

Coffee Shop AU (El de MacDonald's)

Disney Princesses (idk why but it sounds real funny to me 🤣🤣🤣)

Marvel AU

(Also, I cant believe you have a WIP named after me "Kal's Dreams Thingy" 😆😆😆 I hope someone asks bout this. It'll be funny as hell to tell what happened)

Kaaaaaaaal!!!!!!!! So glad you asked!

So unfortunately all the things you asked for a VERY in progress WIPs, but here:

So the Coffee Shop AU (el de Macdonald's) is exactly what says on the tin. It's a Coffee Shop AU. The Macdonald's bit is because I started it while sitting at a Mac drinking an atrocious brown liquid that should not dare to call itself coffee. So the core of it is that Martín is a down on his luck engineer that works as a barista at his friends coffee shop. And Andrés is the mysterious writer that comes in almost every day to write because it's the only place around with decent coffee, (but really, it's because of Martín, not the coffee😏.) Here have this:

It's only 8 in the morning, his shift has barely started and Martín already wants to kill himself. He has no one to blame for this fact but himself, he knows this, no one forced him to consume the amounts of alcohol that he did. He was actually quite gleeful while doing so. Now he regrets it. And he blamed Ágata completely, it was her idea to go drinking on a work day, she should have known Martín would be unable to control himself.

And the bitch didn't even have the decency to be apologetic about it, she was blissfully sleeping on her own bed. Because she had forgotten to mention that today she had the night shift.

The midmorning rush is its own kind of nightmare. While mostly the kind of crowd they attract are hipsters and pretentious assholes, today it seems as if every couple in a 5 kilometer radius decided to come in. Martín growls as he deals with lovey dovey couples on top of his hangover. He hates the reminder that he's miserably single and hasn't had a good lay in what feels like years. The only mercy is that at least today there isn't anyone coming in with any screaming children.

He's resting his forehead against the cool wooden surface of the counter and trying to not throw up all over the till when Denver sweps past him with a tray piled high with pancakes, sausages and eggs. The smell that normally makes his mouth water now makes him feel sick.

"Remind me to never ever go out drinking with Ágata again." The younger man whines. It's not the first time either of them has said this. It probably won't be the last.

Martín groans and tunks his head against the counter, which only serves to make everything worse. "Don't complain, that woman of yours took you back home. I, on the other hand, have no one to take care of me and spent the night on Ágata's couch." He lifts up his head and looks directly at Denver. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable that fucking couch is? My back is all fucked up."

At that moment Raquel comes out of the kitchen with a tray of perfectly golden croissants.

"Guys, come on, you don't get paid to stand around talking. Morning rush is almost over. Move your asses." She says sternly, her hands on her hips. 

They both glare at her.

Denver continues on his way and Martín looks up as the door opens once more, dreading even more people coming in. Thankfully it's only that handsome writer guy from the other day. He looks unflappable and perfectly groomed but Martín can see a slightly hassled look about him. He's carrying a small laptop case and a stack of notebooks and papers.

Denver is still busy giving out eggs so Martín takes a deep breath, composes himself and makes sure he's not looking like death warmed over before walking over to take the guys order. Not that he minds in the slightest. The guy is very handsome and exactly his type. 

When he gets to the table he can see the man sketching something on a sketchpad. He doesn't manage to make out what it is before the man snaps the pad closed and smiles up at him. His eyes are bloodshot and the circles under them look as dark as his hair.

"Che, you look as bad as I do." Martín grimaces.

The guy's smile recedes a little and his eyes narrow in annoyance. Up close Martín can see he's actually quite disheveled. He looks tired and worn down. Martín feels a sympathetic tugging on his chest, it's a look he has come to know intimately ever since his uni days. He finds it constantly on his own face.

"What a nice greeting. Great customer service, really."

Martín shrugs. "You know me. And I'm too hungover to try to pretend to be nice." He smirks. "You look like you need a big cup of espresso, am I right?"

The man's posture relaxes slightly, smile becoming sincere once more. He scratches at his chin before nodding gratefully. "I would appreciate that."

Martín smiles brightly at him. He definitely likes this guy.

(That's about like around half of what I've got😅.)

So Disney Princesses AU is just kind of like a vague idea at this point.

Basic premise is that it's like your typical Disney movie, ridiculous situations and all. BUT both of them are the helpless princess. They somehow save each other from trouble while also getting in problematic situations themselves. It's just some plot outlines and ideas at this point so I don't have a snippet. But another thing I know is this: Sergio is a talking donkey, and Raquel is the badass kingsguard he falls in love with. 

And then finally the Marvel AU has the same problem. It started as a prequel to my fic 'Catch Me When I Fall' then became a sequel and then ended up as an actual Marvel AU. So the idea is that Martín has no powers but he is a genius engineer (a la Tony Stark, except that he's broke) who builds himself a suit, he's kind of a slight amalgamation of Iron Man and Black Widow. Then Andrés is the super powered man out of time, but unlike Captain América he's not a goody two shoes but more of a Loki type of character (or he could be some kind of Doctor Strange, haven't decided yet). Then Sergio is Andrés' demigod half brother who abandoned earth grief stricken after his death. Raquel is the exasperated government agent in charge of assembling the team and making them work or they'll all end up behind bars. The others I haven't decided yet but the whole banda will be there. So it's kind of an enemies to lovers thing while they are saving earth (and doing a terrible job of it). Until Martín gets kidnapped by aliens because of his superior brain and they have to go save him. It all goes downhill from there. Obviously as it's me, it will have a happy ending if I ever get to write it.

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[scimitar-and-longsword]

Tagged by: @morallygreywaren <3 <3

Name(s): *sigh* I don’t make this easy as my SNs are different everywhere lol thecuriouslo on twitter, scimitar-and-longsword here, I used to write a bunch of LOTR and SPN  fics YEARS ago so one of my pseuds is CasintheShire (I orphaned all those fics lol) but my main is thelittlelo/Lolo.... I’ve also got a secret ao3 account where I’ve posted more than one “taboo” fic.... that you will never find lol

Fandom(s): Obviously TOG is my main right now, but Star Wars is always right there too.... other than that?? Idk I was into lotr and spn for a long time (as I already mentioned) and atla/korra, teen wolf and kingsman have all had their moment too.

Where you post: AO3. I’ve got a couple things here on tumblr.... but they always make their way to the archive eventually. (speaking of... I should transfer my most recent prompt fics....)

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): Brothers Fight (518 kudos) which is my take on Joe and Booker starting to work through their issues following London.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos): Share Your Address (1699 kudos) which is my Uni AU... which I’m sure you’re all sick of hearing about by now lol

Favorite story you’ve written so far: I would say SYA or Brothers Fight... but instead of repeating I’ll say it’s Collapsing Walls which is my Book of Nile whump lol.... I’m real mean to Booker in it... poor guy.  Low key I think it might be my Big Bang though.... I’m having so much fun writing it, I can’t wait to post it!

Fic you were nervous to post: fucking all of them!!! I’m always nervous.... But I guess the one that was the worst was It Feels Like Flying. I hadn’t written full on smut in a LONG time. I felt so silly and awkward..... I THINK I did ok though??? idk lol

How do you choose your titles?: Depends. I usually have descriptive or joke titles as I’m writing, but I usually just end up going with something simple and descriptive. (SYA is the one exception here lol)

Do you outline?: Yeah. My outlines are all over the places though, mostly they end up being bits of dialogue and jokes lol

Complete: Officially??? Nine. but there’s a lot more of my work out there lol, some of it orphaned, some of it on other accounts.

In-Progress: Published WIPs, two. Both of which I have not abandoned I PROMISE! I’ve just been working on a few other things behind the scenes. (Big Bang, Zine One Shot, and my SYA holiday fic, all of which have deadlines I need to hit so other things got pushed to the background)

Coming soon/not yet started: ahahahaha how much time do you have?? I’ll Never Love Another - my big bang, Prince Yusuf/Knight Nicolo - lots of letter writing and pining... it’s fluffy angst, as is my brand lol Everything I Did to Get to You - SYA holiday special 😏 Impelled by the Persuasion of Love - My fic for the TOG Zine... which is taking me way too long for how short it is. (You’ll have to buy the Zine or wait a long time for this one... but safe to say I thought of a really sweet and fluffy idea... and then made it emo lol) Free Fall - It Feels Like Flying sequel Pilot!Nicky POV this time. it’s just smut lol I Padri d’Iatlia - Yes I’m still working on this.... I’ll post it at some point I PROMISE Mission Fic (temp title lol) - This is actually the very first thing I started writing for this fandom.... it’s quite long and I’ll post it once it’s completed.... but that won’t be for a while. Sniper/Spotter - Joe/Nicky and Book of Nile one shot that I have had about 75% completed for like 3 months lol  To Winter in Russia - Book of Nile get together fic.... Snowed in, there was only one bed, slow burn. it’s delicious and I already have like 20k written.... once again I probably won’t post until it’s complete... though I’ve posted some snippets from it on tumblr before. There are three different A/B/O fics that will end up on the forbidden AO3 at some point lol I have like 6 other docs too lol, but they’re all named things like Rockstar/Artist and are mostly just a few bullet pointed ideas. AND this doesn’t even take into account the half finished chapters of Sword of the First Crusader, As You Wish and my FinnPoe fics... I am an ADHD mess and have trouble focusing on one project 😅😅

Prompts?: I’ve never been HUGE into prompts.... I have way too many of my own ideas taking up space in my brain. What I do tend to like prompts for is when I’ve hit a wall in something I’ll ask for prompts, or reblog a prompt list. So you know ya girl is struggling when you see those lol

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: My Prince/Knight Big Bang, 100%. 

Tagging: @almostcanon @kiaya @themoonwheniamlost @siriusnebulae @heisallandheismore @cluelessheroes @goldheartedsky @ceraunos @heelipabo and @nicolodigenovas (and anyone else who wants to!)

[clumsyclifford]

6, 12, 14, 15, & 21 for the writing asks? -megs 💙

hachi machi okie dokie how many more nonsense rhymes can i say ok that's it great let's go

6. What fic is on your back burner, waiting to be written when you feel your skill matches its potential? answered this one here! i'm SURE there are more though let me check my fic ideas doc (fun fact my fic ideas doc is still called "Malum fic ideas:" from back in the early days of this blog when i was chiefly writing malum because of helen). oh! well. the major league baseball au is still uh, kinda back burner-y. that's another one that i started and then ran face first into a wall known as The Wall of Trying To Realistically Represent A Situation I've Never Been In But Also Include Romance Which Would Not Typically Exist In This Setting So I'm Really Setting Myself Up For Failure Here it's a really annoying wall i know hazel hits it too so i'm just ignoring it for the moment. i also think a castaways fic (the concept, not the song) would be really awesome but tricky because, once again, i've never actually BEEN a castaway, and my knowledge of the topic is pretty heavily based on the book hatchet so like. yeah. i have a lot.

12. Where do you commonly find inspiration for your stories? everywhere! i saw in your answer you said you hear song lyrics and think they'd make good fic titles, i do EXACTLY the same thing (hence the doc "good lyrics for titles"). one day ill make that doc into a prompt list and post it on here and just fuck myself over. previously ive gotten some inspiration from movies but i shortly after completing baby driver au i realized that was a fluke and that in general i am pretty bad at making fics out of movie plots because i am very bad at remembering salient details about movies in the order that they happen. like i started a robin hood (2018) au but barely got anywhere with it because i realized i had never actually understood the plot well enough to write it. i would say the things that inspire me the most are songs (we know i loooove a songfic, mostly bc they make the job so easy by just laying out the plot and vibe for me) and also things that happen to me and feelings i have about those things. unfortunately many of my experiences are not universal (hello jewish summer camp) which may be part of why i've had so much trouble coming up with ideas lately. but as soon as i'm back at school i get the feeling i'll be doing fine again.

14. Share a few sentences of what you’re currently working on? what AM i currently working on? technically speaking i'm kinda sorta working on two things but one of them just doesn't have a good snippet and i don't wanna do a Reveal yet so ill give you this one instead, from a fic i might never even post:

“Oh, I meant to tell you, my mum called earlier, she asked if you’re okay.” Ashton’s mum always asks if Luke is okay. Exactly that way, is Luke doing okay?, like Luke gives off some kind of not-doing-okay vibe. He suspects it’s a leftover instinct from his and Ashton’s mutual breakdown a few years back, but honestly, he’s doing better now. It’s sweet of her to ask, but she could just ask about him the same way she asks about Michael and Calum. How’s Luke? would be fine.

“I am great,” Luke says. “How’s she? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay,” Ashton says. “She’s started taking Harry to look at some universities.” He pauses. “University. You know? What the fuck?”

“No way,” Luke says, and tries to work out if he’s meant to be surprised by that. He can’t remember how old Harry is. Clearly almost uni-age. Ashton’s told him this a million times, but Luke can’t keep track when the answer keeps changing. He doesn’t want Ashton to think he’s forgotten, so he just says, “That’s insane.”

15. What are some of your favorite tropes to write? Do they match the ones you read? answered this one here as well! i've managed to get unbelievably long-winded answering every single one of these questions so far so i won't write another answer for this one

21. Do you have any stories you’ve written completely but never posted? Why? Please tell us about them? yes!! i have a handful. let me hunt them down. okay final answer, i have five!

one is an au based on the prompt "we’re at a party and someone asks what your type is and you describe me perfectly while staring right at me” which i never posted because i wrote it a while ago and honestly i don't think it's good enough to post. also i kinda don't like the background character i made jack barakat. i could edit it. but. ehh

one is a fic that is set in the daydream jalex fic 'verse, but the only way it's relevant to that 'verse is because it has ace!jack, and it's highly personal and probably the most projection-heavy fic i've ever written and i never posted it because i'm nervous to be Known like that lol

one is technically emo lashton, but not actually set in the emo lashton 'verse that i've created, and that one is ALSO one of the most projection-heavy fics i've ever written. it's usually the fics that are full of projection but in a specific way that i think isn't really relatable that i write but don't end up posting. it's a good fic honestly i wouldn't be against posting it i just never have. also partially because i'm between two titles for that fic lol

one is.......something that was originally going to be set in a different fic universe (for a fic i havent posted or finished writing lol), but now i don't know if it will necessarily fit in that 'verse, so it's kind of its own very short but complete thing. i never posted it because (1) it's super short, less than 1k, and i don't like to post stuff that short, and also (2) just in case it DOES fit the fic 'verse, i don't wanna give away the ending, lmao

and lastly there's a fic i wrote in an excited haze when sam and meghna and i made the ssf and the aces plans, which is like, ot4 meeting but they're all internet friends. guess what inspired that. i'll never post it because it really wasn't written with the intention of posting it, i sent it to sam and meghna and they were the only people i wanted to read it and they have so <3

writing asks

[choices-fam]

Old Ethan & MC Drafts

Hi everyone! So sorry I haven’t updated recently - life’s gotten a bit hectic since I started uni! Good news though! I got into my dream medical school! :D (I essentially got into a program which covers 7 years of both undergrad and med school plus internship!)

Before everything, though, I was able to write up a few drafts for Open Heart fics, but I haven’t finished them. I asked in a previous post if anyone would be up to see them, and people said “yes” (you’re all so sweet ; U ; )!

These drafts range from snippets and bits of dialogue, to headcanons and AUs!

I sincerely apologize that I haven’t completed them, but I hope they’re alright nonetheless!

Enjoy! :D

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Snippet: Ethan’s Birthday (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey had impeccable memory.

There was no point contesting it; he was one of the brightest minds in medical diagnostics, and a good memory was the unofficial prerequisite. He knew symptoms and diseases like the back of his hand, and could determine treatments and prescriptions at the drop of a hat. He was a genius in the medical field - no two ways about it - and his mind and memory were one of the finest in the industry.

And due to this fact, (Name) couldn't understand how the senior doctor managed to forget his own birthday.

She had been planning a surprise for nearly two weeks now. Doctor Banerji had accidentally let it slip one night when it was just the two of them, and she had been shocked to discover that the date was fast approaching. She hadn't heard of any plans to celebrate the attending physician's birthday, and when she expressed this concern to Naveen, the older man simply laughed it off.

Apparently, Ethan's date of birth was a well-kept secret between him and his mentor. The diagnostician wasn't in the habit of revealing the date to anyone, and whenever his colleagues asked, he only shrugged and said they had far more important matters to concern themselves with than the date of his birth.

"Ethan doesn't really care to celebrate it," Naveen explained. "It's nothing tragic - no painful memories attached to the day - he's just... indifferent to it. He doesn't like making a fuss over something he thinks is trivial, and he always says the time they'd spend celebrating-"

"-Could be used to save his patients instead," (Name) finished with an amused smile. It was an expression Naveen easily mirrored.

"I see you're beginning to understand how he thinks," the old doctor laughed. "If you want to do something for him, you have my full support."

With Doctor Banerji's blessing and his promise of cooperation, (Name) eagerly got to work.

Snippet: Ethan Tries to Cook for His Wife, MC (Introduction)

Doctor Ethan Ramsey was a terrible cook.

It was a fact of life: the sky was blue, the earth was round, and Ethan Ramsey would burn his house down trying to boil water. 

There wasn't really much he could do about the matter. Between his busy schedule, lack of experience, and general inability to cook anything that wasn't gooey, lumpy, or a questionable mix of both, he never saw the importance of developing the trivial skill.

And besides, the meals his personal chef brought over were far more appealing than anything he could ever come up with.

Unfortunately for the good doctor, it was only on a very importantSunday morning that he realized the sheer depth of his ineptitude, and when he finally came to regret not trying to hone his culinary prowess.

In his defense, his heart was truly in the right place. He wanted to surprise his lovely wife, (Name), to celebrate a special occasion, and to start her day off with a homemade breakfast in bed. Unfortunately, he realized - rather belatedly - that acquiring said 'homemade breakfast in bed', involved him cooking the whole thing. Not an easy feat for someone with the cooking ability of a rock garden.

And so here he was - alone in his home's kitchen at five in the morning - staring almost dumbly at the groceries before him. The ingredients were taunting him - he could tell. Especially the bag of flour.

However, he wasn't a world-class doctor for nothing, and he certainlydidn't get his position by giving up. He was never one to back down from a challenge, and this was no different - his wife's happiness was at stake after all.

Shaking his head, Ethan ran over the plans again in his mind: he wanted to make a simple breakfast, and that included pancakes, scrambled eggs, and the sausage links he bought from the deli.

It seemed easy enough. It just involved a bit of mixing and frying, after all.

He took a deep, calming breath. He could do this. For his wife, he could do this.

Reading over the recipe he printed one final time, he cautiously brought out a mixing bowl, opened the bag of flour, and began his work.

To the attending physician's delight, making the pancake batter was far easier than he expected. He just had to select the right ingredients, measure them in the right proportions, and carefully follow the procedure. 

'Just like prepping samples for the centrifuge,' he thought with a healthy dose of self-satisfaction.

His confidence mounting, Ethan then plucked a whisk from the untesil rack, and began to mix the ingredients together. The process was almost fascinating to him - to see the wet and dry components come together, and to see them increasingly resemble actual pancake batter. 

He didn't think he would actually get this far, to be honest.

After another minute of vigorous mixing and whisking, Ethan finally deemed the consistency to be satisfactorily 'not-as-lumpy-as-before', and set the bowl aside for later.

'One down, two to go,' he thought, and allowed himself a satisfied smile.

He could definitely handle this.

(And those were famous last words.)

Dialogue: MC & Naveen

Context: Ethan and MC check-up on Naveen. Upset with their lack of progress, Ethan loses his temper and walks out of the room. Naveen and MC have a conversation, but unbeknown to them, Ethan is listening outside the door.

"Please forgive Ethan for his outburst, (Name). I’m certain he didn’t mean it.”

"It's all right. I understand.” (Name) turned to Naveen. "You know... Ethan cares about you a lot, Naveen - more than he can bring himself to admit. In his mind, he owes you everything - kind of like how Iowe so much to him. And if he were the one sick and no matter what I did I couldn't help him..." (Name) didn't even want to think about it. "Let's just say I can excuse a few outbursts from someone hurting that much."

"You've figured him out, haven't you?"

"I wouldn't say that. I'm not sure I know him all that well, to be honest."

"I think you'll find you understand him more than you know. You certainly understand him more than the majority of the people in this hospital."

"He has trouble, doesn't he? Letting people in?"

Naveen hummed sadly in agreement.

"He does. Some people, he pushes away without meaning to." Naveen's mind flashes to Ethan's outburst."...I certainly hope he hasn't pushed you away. I know his temper is a force to be reckoned with, but I promise, he is a kind and compa-"

(Name) laughs.

"You don't have to worry, Naveen. He can try to push me away all he likes, but I promised to stick with him through this, so I'm not budging."

A pause.  

"Take care of him for me?"

"You'll take care of him yourself, Naveen. You're going to get better."

"For an old man's peace of mind?"

"...All right then. I promise."

Dialogue: Naveen & Ethan

Context: Set after the dialogue above (MC & Naveen). Ethan walks back into the room after MC leaves, and he and Naveen talk about MC and what Ethan just heard.

"I don't deserve it."

"Hm. Maybe not. But she seems to believe that you do, and isn't that what matters most?"

"She's wrong, you know. She's a brilliant doctor in her own right, and I'm sure she'll do excellently under anyone's guidance. She doesn't need me - not really."

"Hm. And you don't need me."

As soon as the words left Naveen's mouth, Ethan glanced at him sharply - as if offended by the insinuation. A heartbeat later, however, the younger doctor finally seemed to register his knee-jerk reaction. Naveen was already smiling at him when Ethan mirrored the expression.

"Touche."

The two sobered.

"It's daunting, sometimes," Ethan admitted quietly. "I'm not always certain how to go about guiding her."

"I understand. You want to do right by her, don't you? I know the feeling well."

Ethan looked up at him and he smiled.

"My advice? Just be her mentor, Ethan. Believe in her. Encourage her. Be there when she needs you. Help her but don't coddle; let her discover things on her own. And everyday-"

Naveen placed a hand on Ethan's knee. His breath shook.

"- be proud of the amazing person your apprentice has become."

Naveen lauged, choked - and he looked at the younger man with the warmest eyes Ethan had ever seen. Ethan's breath caught in his throat, but Naveen just squeezed his knee tighter.

"Not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with such a wonderful protege. Believe me, Ethan... It's something you will treasure forever."

"I..."

"I know, Ethan. And I'm certain Dr. (Surname) does too."

Ethan squeezed Naveen’s hand gratefully, before standing to walk out of the door. 

"She'll be as good as you one day."

Ethan clicked his tongue, frowning at his old mentor.

"No, she won't."

The sight of Ethan's small smile shocked Naveen, before the younger man continued,

"She'll be far, far better."

Dialogue: Tadpoles (Sequel to “Vulnerable”)

Context: Ethan tries to write a letter to Baby Ethan, and deals with the grief of losing Dolores.

“I wanted to write him something. For when he's older. I wanted to tell him about his mother, and the side of her that he never had the chance to see. Or at least I tried to until-" he gestured to the mess of a letter in front of him with a humorless laugh. "I've made a mess of myself, haven't I?"

He ran a shaking hand through his disheveled hair.

"...I don't know what to do right now."

(Name) smiled sadly.

"You breathe. Until you get there."

Headcanons: MedStudent!Ethan Coffee House AU

Ethan studies at a local coffee house where MC works.

Ethan knows MC’s name without her telling him.

"Oh, I haven't even told you my name! I'm-" "(Name)." "Oh." "It's... It's on your name tag."

MC practices his flashcards with him, but Ethan’s handwriting is horrible.

"Pneuma- pneumeth- pneu- Jeez, how do you even pronounce this thing? Actually, how can you even read this thing?" "It clearly says pneumothorax." "Right. Because everyone knows that word."

MC is the one Ethan talks to about his dreams.

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Tags: @emomoustache ​

[how-manygalileos]

Yes, Minister - A BoRhap Politics AU

//Chapt 1

A/N: Arright gang? We wrote chapter two, as you can see. There are also a few little bonus extra bits that I may post at some point so ye B)... also if you haven’t already, go drop @rachelweiszs-areawoman a follow as this fic is both of our brain child (and she’s probably writing more than me sooo) Enjoy!!x

Word Count: 1915

Chapter 2

ROMANCE IN WESTMINSTER: SHAWCROSS AND HARDY RELIGHT OLD FLAME?

There are rumours afloat in Westminster after new MP Kathleen Shawcross and Chief Whip Ben Hardy were seen dining together. Miss Shawcross and Mr Hardy were part of Bristol University’s Labour Society during their time there and it is known that Mr Hardy was somewhat of a loose cannon at the time.

Kick laughed as Ben held the newspaper in front of her face. They’d guessed something would be said about their university days but they hadn’t thought it would come so soon.

“Fuck me, Ben” Kick sighed, still laughing.

“I tried back at uni, Kick. Fancy it now?” Ben replied

“No thanks mate, maybe another time?” Kick said as she sat down.

“Queen of the let-down. Don’t be treating Gwilym like that,” He joked, as he sat down opposite her.

“Gw-Gwilym? Why would I be letting Gwilym down? He’s my boss, Ben. Nothing more”

“If you say so, Kathleen.”

“What? Were you expecting me to jump him at the first opportunity because he’s hot and single?”

“Aha! So you do think he’s hot!” The blonde exclaimed.

“I never said he wasn’t,” the brunette replied, sighing deeply for the fourth or fifth time since the conversation began.

“Do you like him though?” Ben teased, loving the fact that this conversation was complete torture for his friend.

“I don’t know him well enough to make a judgement, anyway I thought you came here to do actual work rather than prod me into admitting whether or not I fancy my boss.” Kick replied, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

“Which you do.” Ben quickly added.

“Who I don’t know if I fancy yet or not.”

“You do.”

“Fuck off, Hardy!”

Next door, Gwilym caught snippets of the conversation happening between his junior minister and the party’s Chief Whip. He thought about the young woman sat at a desk infinitely older than her and realised he may be in the same boat. He was intrigued by her. There was something about her that he connected with, and she seemed to ‘get’ him from day one. He wondered if, after some time, he would fall in love with her. There was a distinct possibility, at least.

----

Joe glanced out the window of the foreign office, she was there again. Having climbed the Robert Clive memorial, she sat with the same placard she had with her on his first visit to parliament.

“I see Miss Stewart’s out protesting you again,” he commented to Gwil, sat behind his desk.

“When is she not? Which statue is it today?” the Foreign Secretary asked, not looking up from the work he was doing.

“That one over there,” Joe said pointing, “not sure which one it is.”

“That’ll be Robert Clive, a personal favourite of hers.” Gwil replied, still not looking up. The Ambassador’s interest in Elsie Stewart confused him, she was disruptive and self-righteous but Joe seemed almost enamoured by her.

“Does she actually sit out there for the whole 24 hours and not eat?” Joe asked. Gwil looked up, not sure why they were still on the subject of Elsbeth Stewart.

“Yes, sometimes longer, depends how much she resents my existence at a given time.” He stands up and walks to the window to stand next to Joe. He had a curious glint in his eye, Gwil for the life of him couldn’t understand why. Elsie was just some journalist, a journalist with communist-anarchist views at that.

“Didn’t she write that book, Anarchy For the UK: A Critique of British Political Tradition?” Joe asked, knowing perfectly well the answer to that question. He had read it cover to cover between his second and third visits that had coincided with her demonstrating in the area.

“Yes, that would be her. An… interesting read to say the very least.” Gwil said walking back to his desk.

Joe really enjoyed Elsie’s book. Of course, he would never admit that to Gwilym. He felt that the contempt Gwil held for the anarchist would throw a spanner into the workings of both their friendship and workplace relationship, should he admit to really enjoying her book.

After finishing at the Foreign Office, Joe took a walk around the surrounding parts of Westminster. Ever since he was young, he’d had an interest in the City of London. He spotted the Robert Clive statue, Elsie still chained to it. He didn’t know why exactly, but he smiled slightly before darting into a shop nearby.   Elsie yawned before looking at her watch. 18:23, 12 hours and 37 minutes left to go. She looked over the the city streets, the hustle and bustle of rush hour starting to wind down slightly. Her stomach rumbled and she ignored it. Elsie drew her legs up to her chest as the London evening chill blew over her.

“Hey,” an American voice grabbed her attention.

“Can I help you?” she asked in response. Scottish. He wasn’t expecting her to be Scottish.

“Hi, -uhh- I’m Joe. I brought you these,” he presented a coffee and a scarf to her, “It’s getting pretty cold out here and I’ve seen you out here a whi-”

“I know who you are,” she cut him off “Staff Sergeant Joseph Francis Mazzello III, US ambassador to the UK, ex-Marine and key donor and campaigner for President Obama. You missed out on being a congressman for New York by a margin of 2%. You’re a womanising, socialite, philanthropist. You have a net worth of approximately 4.5 billion US dollars. I do my research.”

Joe was somewhat taken aback by how much she new about him.

“And I don’t need your charity, Mazzello. I’m here to make a point, not for people to pity me,” she continued, “and Starbucks? Really?”

“Uhh - you’re right, I’m sorry.” Joe sat down on the steps next to the memorial. He looked around the mostly empty street. Sure, she was making a point during the day, but when there was no one to read her slogans and listen to her yell, would it really make a difference what she did?

Joe wasn’t the type to actively protest social issues. As much as he hated to admit it, his reaction tended to be to just throw money at the problem. There was something about Elsie, she hadn’t just wilted at his natural charm the way most women did, the way Kick had when he first met her. He was used to getting his way, Elsie immediately dismissing him was somewhat refreshing. There was a silent gap between them. Joe sipped on the rejected coffee and looked up at the red haired anarchist who had already begun to ignore him.

“I read your book,” Joe blurted out of nowhere.

“Oh, you’re still here?” she said in response, not even looking at him. Joe elected to let her comment slide.

“I really liked it, you have some really good insight into the failings of capitalism and how the party system eventually leads to no-one getting what they want.” Elsie looked down to him for the first time.

“You think so Mazzello?” Elsie raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t expect a mild rejection of capitalism from some Wall Street arsehole”

“Well, I-”

“In fact, you’re not Wall Street. If I recall correctly, you were born into this. You’re not Wall Street, you’re straight up Easy Street.” Elsie was quite proud of that one. Joe chuckles slightly.

“I suppose… I best be going. See you around, Miss Stewart”

“Fuck off, Easy Street”

“I read your column too, by the way.” he called out as he walked away from the Robert Clive Memorial

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Easy Street. Pretending to be my biggest fan won’t get me off the back of the foreign sec.” she replied.

“Wait, you think this is about Gwilym Lee?”

“When someone who works with him approaches me, it normally is.” Elsie shrugged. Joe nodded to her before continuing to walk away, he was sure they’d cross paths again.

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Kick smoothed her skirt as she walked into 10 Downing Street. She had been invited to a dinner for Foreign Office ministers, hosted by the Prime Minister Brian May and his wife Anita, a world-renowned human rights lawyer. Kick was relieved to find herself sat next to Anita, some female company in a large crowd of men. The group chatted away happily, avoiding the subject of politics for some well-needed rest. Kick and Anita found themselves making polite conversation.

“Why is your nickname Kick?” the older woman asked.

“I kicked Ben Hardy, the Chief Whip, in the balls at our university freshers after he tried to get off with a friend of mine who was in a relationship. He’s called me Kick ever since” the younger replied, making Anita burst out laughing.

“You went to university with Ben?”

“Yes, both attended Bristol. I’m the one that got away - only girl in the Labour society he didn’t sleep with” Kick replied, smiling over at Gwilym. He laughed along with everybody else, secretly relieved she and Ben didn’t have that kind of a past together. Ever since he’d heard Kick and Ben talking about him in her office, he’d become fonder and fonder of the young MP.

All the while, Anita watched Gwilym and Kick, and noted how they looked at each other when the other wasn’t looking. She saw the deep affection between them, and wondered whether anything was happening. She didn’t like to get involved, she was only the Prime Minister’s wife after all, but she wouldn’t have been disappointed to see the pair of them together for a very long time.

Kick stepped out of No. 10 and into the freezing cold rain of a London night. As she pulled her coat further around her, she heard footsteps catching up to her, and an umbrella over her head.

“How’re you getting home, Kick?” Gwilym asked as he huddled under the brolly with her.

“I was going to get the tube. Why?”

“I’m hailing a cab, my place is on the way to yours so why don’t you carry on after he’s dropped me off? You can claim the fare on parliamentary expenses” Gwilym said, smiling hopefully at her. She nodded and followed him through security and onto Whitehall. They jumped into a cab and laughed at their bedraggled state as they sped off into the London night.

While in the cab, Kick found herself feeling safe and comfortable in Gwil’s presence. The pair made polite conversation, but it was never boring. They reached Gwilym’s house in no time. He lived fairly central so he could pull long nights at the office and be home quickly but both of them wished the journey could have lasted just a little longer.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kick” he said quietly, as the cab pulled up outside his front door.

“See you in the morning, Gwilym” she replied, smiling brightly as he shut the door and the cab sped away. As they made their way to Bethnal Green, and Kick’s flat, she thought about Gwilym. She wondered what he’d be thinking as he hung his coat up and put his shoes away, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt. She hoped he’d be thinking of her, because as she hung her coat up and left her shoes at the front door, throwing off her jacket and taking off her tights, she was thinking of him.

//Chapt 3

[daylightbegins]

I know it’s a bit early in the month to be planning NaNo, especially since I have a teacher AU and (maybe another backstory swap) almost finished, so they might get posted before the month is out, but it’s my last day in Vancouver (yay packing procrastination) and I haven’t been around much (and won’t be until after Boston book fest this weekend) so I thought an update of some sort was in order.

November’s potentially busier than normal for me depending on when I end up getting tickets for Mockingbird so I’ve made sure I have enough to get by with working on (a variety of) existing pieces/ideas, but in reality I’ll probably only work on/finish a couple of these:

8k to continue a Los Angeles AU (Will’s a talk show host, Mac runs a teen outreach program, Sloan is a meddling matchmaker) 2k to continue a current day AU (Election Night Parts I & II take place in 2016; Will’s epiphany comes a little late. I’m struggling to sort through the overwhelming amount of news so we’ll see how that goes) 4k to start a Photojournalist AU (Mac &  Will have known each other for ages, Mac’s based in Turkey, Will’s a news anchor in NY, Charlie’s death brings them together again)

1k (to finish) a Don/Sloan one shot 500 (to finish) Will meets Mac when he’s working at an aquarium (one shot AU) 2.5k to continue the sad angsty Uni AU (everyone’s a college professor, Mac and Will are married, still, technically, two years after the death of their daughter) 1K (to do idk what with) the single parent AU that broke my writer’s block a year and a half ago. Mac and Will break up before Mac realizes she’s pregnant, four years later Will finds out Mac has a kid...and it’s probably his. 2.5k on the prequel and 10k on the Teacups for Rainwater sequel the latter of which I have to re-restart because Mac’s way too insistent on being sassy.

1k each for follow ups/continuations of Fabled, Flowers (undefined), and Mija 5k to start a Nebraska radio host domestic!AU (Mac runs the station, Will’s the talent, Charlie’s the meddling grandfather figure, Mac/Will, Don/Sloan, Maggie/Jim are all in relationships with kids.) I still need a plot/central conflict for this one but we’ll get there 5k to finally write the snippets to go along with my Instagram AU art from last year 5k to hopefully finish one Sanctuary fic so I can tick something off the list since I never managed that last year

[wolfpants]

WIP challenge

Thank you for tagging me @wanderingbandurria! All of your WIPs sound absolutely amazing!

I already did this last week but I'm going to do it again because, of course, a few more things have popped into my WIP trello board (yes, I have a WIP trello board, because I am just that kind of person).

WIP Challenge 😁❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍❤😁🤩🤩 Rules: tell us the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them. Then tag five other writers.

Pages of You - this is my current live WIP. It’s a soft spinoff/sequel to Led by Light, my 1960s Wolfstar AU. It’s set 20 years later, in 1980, and follows Harry during his summer between second and third year at uni. He picks up a job at Sirius’s queer bookshop and starts up a pen pal relationship with an anonymous boy he quickly develops feelings for. At the same time, he meets Draco, son of the CEO of the UK’s most conservative bookshop chain who are opening up a branch in the same London district.

Bites Through the Bone - I’ve posted a couple of snippets of this already (here and here). This will be a one-shot (or at the maximum, two chapters). Remus is a former art graduate turned thief when he and his best friend Gideon find themselves out of work straight out of university. They pick up rich men in London and rob them. One night, he meets Sirius, and things turn on their head. Guest appearance by James Potter. I’m not going to lie, this fic is pure id-fulfillment and really rather rude indeed; but it’s been very fun to write and a bit of a break from my usual brand of flangst/flufft. However, it is me, so it does include, you know, heightened emotions and depth of feeling… somewhat. I just hope people won’t judge me too harshly for it!

Scrabble - my RS Candyhearts challenge that I swear I will finish writing before Valentine’s Day. A cute one-shot where Remus and Sirius play a game of Scrabble and smoke some jazz cigarettes.

Firelight - my first official Jegulus fic, which I can’t give too much away about, because it’s a challenge fic. It’s a one-shot also.

As Yet Untilted Gothic Wolfstar multi-chapter fic - I posted about this here and I’ve started drafting/outlining, which I think makes it an official WIP. I have a couple of titles in mind for this and I’m sure you’ll hear more about it soon. This (or, admittedly, the below fic) might be my next “big baby” after Pages.

As Yet Untitled Nick Hornby inspired Wolfstar multi-chapter fic - much the same as the above, it’s completely outlined but I have no title for it yet. Sirius is a former child actor from a big film franchise and has since blurred into obscurity. Remus’s boyfriend is investigating him for his podcast series on forgotten pop culture icons, and Remus couldn’t care less about it nor him. Until he does.

As Yet Untitled Sirius and James Time-Travel Fic: I said I'd never do time travel because the mechanics of it would blow my pedantic mind to shreds BUT I posted recently about how much I love history (it's my number one love honestly) and that I should do a Bill and Ted style AU. It was a joke, honestly, but the more I think about it, the more I want to develop it. Will it be humour? Will it be a drama? Who knows! It will involve an epic romance though that crosses the historical divide between a modern day Sirius and Remus from another era (as yet to be decided).

Others: I am working on a few other WIPs including an ace!Sirius one-shot, a Wolfstarbucks cult initiation/biker gang kidnapping one-shot, and also at the bottom of my slush pile that I actually have a few chapters written in full of already: untitled Wolfstar go on a romantic cruise (as friends) multi-chap.

I'm leaving this open for anyone who wants to play!