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Sladejay as metaphorical tigers omegaverse kidfic au- tigers are solitary predators. Jason and Slade in this story are also solitary predators, isolated by the fact that they’ve both (somewhat on purpose) pushed away everyone else in their lives. The tiger mating process starts when the female goes into heat and starts advertising that she’s open for business. They court by circling around each other. Copulation occurs over a few days, then they go about their separate ways. Jason and Slade meet up, “circle around each other”, and end up sharing Jason’s heat. When it’s over they go about their separate ways. Alone once again. Jason gets pregnant, doesn’t tell Slade, but keeps to kid. Manages to have the kid in secret without telling anyone like the solitary predator he is. Eventually Slade, and perhaps estranged family, learn about the kid via: a. Kidnapping situation where he has to ask for help or b. Random invitation to the kid’s 1st birthday party. Dealers choice. Hijinks ensue
#I am not writer. Consider this a prompt. If you want to. God knows why you would#sladejay#please note that I feverishly typed this out at almost 4 am#jayde#omegaverse#the idea behind this is just what happens if two people who are mostly solitary meet up and baby. Do they remain solitary post baby?#who knows#this works best if it’s set in a typical omegaverse where social behavior is wolf like so they’re just being completely pathological and od
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do you have any dialogue prompts for enemies to lovers (like the stages separately)? thanks
Enemies-to-Lovers Dialogue Prompts
A mix of prompts from: @celestialwrites, @corvase, @novelbear, @unboundprompts and myself, @writers-potion
1. Making the Enemy
"Cry me a river and drown in it."
“You are a mockery of philosophy.”
“You are truly pathetic if you thought I’d ever rely on you."
“Oh bravo! No one cared.”
“You’re nothing, you were nothing even to your mother/father.”
“You’re on a path of self destruction and I’m not going to stop it."
“Having you around is just like having a nightmare I can’t wait to wake from.”
“what even is the point of you?”
2. The Clash
"I've met a lot of funny people in my life, but you... you are the most hysterical."
"I'm not trusting someone who looks like... that."
"I can't wait to wipe that wicked smirk off of your smug face."
"You know if you do this, you'll be fucked too, right?"
"Am I being too rough? Well, I'm only getting started."
“i think we’re friends now.” “God, don’t say that.”
“everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?” “isn’t it for you, too?”
“h—” “don’t talk to me.”
“i’d pay good money for you to admit you tolerate me.” “tolerate being the operative word.”
“why can’t you open up to me?” “why do you want me to?”
3. A Shift In the Air
“i realise that i am clearly irresistible but..why did you choose to act on all the flirting now?”
“wanna do it again?”
“should we like. talk about it”
“you’re..extremely red” “shut up” “like actually vermillion” “go to hell”
“are we about to kiss right now” as a joke, but then the other character actually leans in
“look since the events of last night i can safely say that i have discovered multiple new techniques to shut you up, and i am not afraid to use them”
“this never happened” “consider it forgotten” proceeds to happen many times after
4. Being Vulnerable/ Losing for Love
“Since when did you ever care about me?!” “Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!”
“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?”
“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?”
"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"
“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”
“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”
"shut up and kiss me"
"such a pretty liar mhmm"
“We might have been wrong.”
5. Lovers At Last
"you want me?" "you know i do"
"i hate you." "hate and love, what's the difference, darling?"
"i want to stab them, i want to shoot them, but my fucking god i want to kiss them too."
"you better kill me soon because it's the only way you will ever be able to keep me away."
"what are you doing?" "asking you to marry me? daggers and all."
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fake out make out
I had to google the trope, but HELL YEAH. This was really fun to write :) Thank you for the prompt! I've been having a writer's block, so it was nice to get things flowing <3
Prompt: fake out make out
To say that his life had changed after Eurovision would be an understatement for Bojan. Though Joker Out hadn't scored quite as high as he'd been hoping, there had been an undeniable press of the defibrillator against the band's global pulse and now - rocketed into the spotlight - their careers were soaring up up up. A whole new world of possibilities at their fingertips.
That being said, the attention that came from it left a lot to be desired. Bojan in his teen years had all but salivated at the thought of fame, of being desired, but now that it was thrust into his face... well, the reality of it all had come crashing down faster than a high school party busted by the cops.
Social media pings and nosy eavesdroppers and invasive questions and rumor after rumor after rumor; all of it culminating in what might've been a frantic FaceTime to Jere one evening, tears streaming down Bojan's face.
And so, Jere had hopped on the first plane he could manage to wrangle.
He looks over at Jere who walks beside him now, hoodie up, hands in the pouch; the black fringe of his hair peeking out just so, but not suspiciously. He had, for all intents and purposes, managed to obscure himself during his visit to Slovenia, with the wintry weather on their side. Most people this time of year and day opted to either hit the slopes or stay indoors; so, with a bit of grace and luck, Jere's trip had gone nearly unnoticed.
Here, in these moments, Bojan felt at peace. Enjoying the solitude. The anonymity. The fact that - at least for a little bit - he could relax into the wholeness of himself; no filters, no fragments, no falsities.
Just the comfort of a good friend.
"Are you sure you're good in just a sweatshirt?" Bojan asks, looking aside at Jere as they take an evening walk through a quieter part of the city. The sort of place where there weren't any prying eyes or ears or - god forbid - cameras.
"Hm? Oh, yes, yes, I am from Finland-"
"Suomi!" Bojan interjects, grinning.
"Yes, Suomi," Jere laughs, knocking into Bojan's shoulder.
Bojan opens his mouth to continue the banter, but something catches in the corner of his eye. Up ahead, bodies mingling around a glowing building.
A music venue.
Shit, his feet must've taken him this way instinctually. From the looks of it, the show's just ended for the night and the crowd is ready to disperse; cameras and fans fanning out, a group headed this way.
There's the distinct possibility that they won't recognize Bojan, but he'd be deluding himself if he thinks that's true. Gossip travels fast and he feels his heart trip over itself with anxiety at the idea of being spotted- of having to interact with someone outside his immediate bubble.
So in a move that Bojan can only described as 'panicked,' he finds his hand reaching out to grab Jere by the wrist, wrenching his hand out of his hoodie pocket and backing him up into the nearest alleyway. A bicycle falls over in his haste, but Bojan's gone fully survival mode.
Leaning into the shadows, he grips Jere's face and plunges in. Lips against lips, teeth clacking, noses mashed. He licks into Jere's mouth, a silent plea to swallow Bojan whole and hide him away from the world. He kisses and kisses and kisses until he's dizzy, the group passing by with a hurried, awkward shuffle past the two people playing tonsil hockey in a dark alley.
Finally, once Bojan has some control over himself again, he pulls back with a gasp and heat on his cheeks.
"I don't know why I did that. Shit- sorry, I..." Bojan trails off. His stomach lurches.
In retrospect, that was probably the worst possible reaction. If they'd been caught- god, Bojan doesn't even want to consider that.
Jere stares at him, hands still fisted into the front of Bojan's coat. It's dark, but Bojan swears he can see dilated pupils.
"I'm so sorry," Bojan repeats, urging Jere to say something, anything.
"What the fuck?" Jere finally exclaims.
"I-"
Before Bojan can answer, the hands fisted into his coat pull him in again for another kiss and Bojan finds himself leaning into it again; soft and warm and wet, the bristle of a beard against his face. Jere kisses him with intent and oh, okay okay okay, Bojan's catching up now. The subconscious thoughts slithering to the forefront of his mind. The dreams he pretends he doesn't have, doesn't wake up achingly hard to before taking care of it in the shower. The way his heart goes a little stupid when Jere's pressed up against him. The way he pictures his life two, five, ten, thirty years from now, and somehow Jere is always still there - even in the peripheral.
Jere pulls back finally and glares up at Bojan.
"I could be kissing you this entire time!?"
"I should be asking you the same thing!" Bojan laughs, letting determined hands pull him in yet again- and again - and again.
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Welcome to my 1000 followers celebration! I don't even know how so many of you decided to follow me and give me support throughout these few past years. This is crazy enough as it is but honestly can't get my head down from the clouds sometimes. This blog has become one of my safe places, even though sometimes there are things I wish I hadn't seen, and all of you make it that way. I don't know how many of the thousand still interact with my blog and how many are just there, but I really do appreciate every single one of you. If I could I would message every blog following me.
I wanted to do something a bit more “me” I guess. Seeing that this blog started just for incorrect marvel quotes (literally in the name) I decided that you should be able to make your drabbles/oneshots/series based on an incorrect quote that I have posted. I thought it would be fun, but I did give the option of regular prompts and some fun AUs are listed below as well. Most prompts and AUs have been found on Pinterest.
If you don’t want to participate, please consider reblogging! It might give others a chance to maybe escape their writer’s block as writing challenges have often done for me!
Rules:
Send me an ask or message with which incorrect quote/prompt you are using. Please make sure to add it at the beginning or bold it.
If you are not participating, can you please reblog for signal boost? I would really appreciate it.
You can pick an MCU character. You can also do any MCU ships, but no incest like Th*rki or St*rker.
Use any of the incorrect quotes or prompts written below
Two people per prompt/incorrect quote
Three prompts per person and one incorrect quote per person
AUs are completely optional (but definitely encouraged)
It can be a drabble, oneshot, or series
Warnings must be given properly. Any warnings that you may have missed, I will let you know and please do add it. In addition to this, I will not be accepting any dark!fics and/or any rape or anything of the sort. If you want to run something by me, by all means go ahead.
Deadline: October 14th, 2024
Lastly, please tag me @incorrectmarvelquotesss and add the tag #loveys1kcelebration
Incorrect Quotes
“When you close both of your eyes, you see darkness, but when you close one you see nothing.” / *closes one eye before reopening it* / “Did you just wink at me, you big flirt?”
“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill am now I shall die upon it.” / “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”
“Why are you still here?” / “Because I care about you, you asshole.” (@nekoannie-chan)
“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” / “Bullshit. I have never loved myself, but you? Oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“So, what do ya think? Good idea, right?” / “Whatever floats your titanic.” / “The titanic sank.” / “Yeah, just like your IQ did when you came up with that idea.”
“I’m so hot.” / “Yeah, you—” / *moves to stand in front of the fan* / “—I mean, yeah. It’s hot in here.”
“Stop doing that.” / “Doing what?” / “Saying things that make me want to kiss the hell outta you.”
“You’re so hot.“ / “Okay?” / “I’m falling for you and so is my zipper.”
“Where are you going?” / “Hell, most likely.”
“Stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you!” / *starts yelling louder* or *stops yelling*
Other Prompts
“Lean on me.” / “For support?” / “Yeah, why else?” (@marvellingdaydreams)
“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”
“There’s a bullet in you. You got shot. I can see it.” / “I can feel it.”
“I want you to come if you can.”
“Stay away from her/him/they. She’s/He’s/They’re mine.”
“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”
“I hate that you’re so mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”
“Just date already! Even the cat/dog want you to date at this point.”
“Half of this city wants you dead.” / “Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up.” (@nekoannie-chan)
“You’re drunk.” / “I’m still sober enough to kill you darling, so don’t push your luck.”
AUs (optional)
“You’re overdue on this book and I really want it so I’m tracking you down” AU
“When you told me your name I thought you were joking so I made a joke and started laughing before I realized it really was your name and now we’re stuck in awkward silence while I figure out how to apologize” AU
“You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think I’m cute” AU
“I was just getting my laundry done but then I saw you putting in what seemed like a bunch of clothes stained in blood so now I’m kind of terrified of you” AU
“Our pets banged and now mine is expecting so I should probably get to know your name and figure out what we’re doing because this isn’t cheap” AU
— masterlist —
Different Escape Plan - Steve Rogers By @nekoannie-chan
Things Are Looking Up - Brock Rumlow By @nekoannie-chan
#mcu challenge#mcu x reader#mcu writing challenge#writing challenge#marvel cinematic universe#marvel writing challenge#writing inspiration#mcu ships#mcu au#incorrect marvel quotes#mcu marvel#marvel#avengers#marvel mcu#mcu character#mcu#mcu fanfics
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holidays/christmas prompts
When requesting a prompt, please make sure you specify if you want a certain character or category! (fluff, angst, etc.) as well as a basis of your request (ex. an airport scene with #24) If not, the writer will decide what direction to take.
“What do you want for Christmas ?”
“C’mon, we have to leave cookies for Santa.”
“I'm pretty sure you’re on the naughty list this Christmas.”
“You’ve already bought too much!”
“NO! You nearly burnt down the kitchen last year trying to bake!”
“That’s the ugliest sweater I've ever seen.”
“I hate Christmas shopping.” “I love Christmas shopping!”
“I know we said no presents this year but..."
“Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”
“Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”
“It’s snowing!”
“We have to decorate.”
“Is that supposed to be a snowman?”
“This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”
“Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”
“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” - “Ask me properly and I might consider it.”
“Did you get us matching pyjamas?”
“Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”
“I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”
“Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”
“You’ve done enough damage already.” “I only burnt the cookies a little!”
“Who set the fake Christmas tree on fire!?”
“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”
“Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3 am!” “If Santa doesn’t do it, I'll have to!”
“Is - Is Santa real?” “What? No, of course not.” “Oh.” “(name), you're (age)”
“Suck my candy cane.”
“Who even buys this?”��
“God I hate the holidays.”
“You actually listen/watch this stuff?”
“I cannot wrap gifts for the life of me.”
“I’d let you sit on my lap.” “Too bad you're not Santa Clause”
“Look who’s under the mistletoe!”
“Who decorated your place? A toddler?”
“I told you I shouldn’t wrap the presents!”
“How’d you fit a reindeer in the apartment?”
“We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”
“Have you seen my gloves—seriously? Take them off the dog!”
“The only thing I want for Christmas/the holidays is you.”
“Did you forget to buy a gift?”
“You really thought I wouldn't see you spreading mistletoe around the house? I'll kiss you if you just ask.”
“Should you ever need a family to spend the holidays with, there's always room for one more in my house.”
“See? I told you running in the snow at midnight was fun!”
“I don't know if the eggnog has me seeing stars, but you look more beautiful than ever right now.”
“I know you said you didn't care for gifts but I wanna spoil you, so deal with it.”
“I actually know how to play jingle bells on the piano. Wanna listen?”
“You know what would make me really happy? To wake up at 7 am tomorrow just to go outside and build a snowman before everyone else wakes up.”
“What are you doing for the holidays?”
“Hey.” “What?” “we’re standing under the mistletoe.”
“Are you even tall enough to put the star on top of the tree?”
“If i see one more peppermint-related food, I will puke all over you.” “Why specifically me?!”
“Who the hell puts mistletoe under every doorway known to god?”
"No! It was your decision to make us come here. Now you get to suffer the consequences!”
“Sorry, I didn’t get you a gift.” “That’s okay. I didn’t get you one either.”
“I can’t reach the top of the tree! Hold on, I’ll just climb it.”
“Have you ever noticed how all Hallmark Christmas movies have the same actors, the same plots, and similar names?” “Oh, you mean like A Christmas Prince, My Christmas Prince, Crown for Christmas, Christmas With a Prince, A-”
“You're absolutely freezing, come here”
"Your lips are cold."
"Play in the snow with me?"
“Quick, the carolers are coming! Turn off all the lights and pretend you’re not home!”
“I can’t believe I got stuck on a ski lift with you, of all people.”
“Can I have your picture so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?”
“Parent hack; wrap empty boxes, and whenever your kid misbehaves, throw the box into the fire.”
“So, still no boyfriend this year, huh?” “Still no job, huh?”
“We all know the only good thing about the holidays is my wine advent calendar.”
“My mom got me that ornament! Stop breaking them!” “It's not like Im TRYING to break them!”
“There’s more tape on that present then wrapping paper.”
“Are you sure your family can eat all these cookies?” “What? No! These are just for us!”
“Why can’t our house look like that?” “Are you kidding? Do you know what our electrical bill would look like if we put all those lights up on the house?”
“You invited over HOW many people to the holiday party?!”
“What do you mean you don’t want to go sledding?”
“I swear to god, if you sing another goddamn Christmas carol…”
“There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas/the holidays alone.”
“I’d like the snow a lot more if I didn’t have to drive in it.”
“You want to go to the mall now? ARE YOU CRAZY?”
“What are you doing with that mistletoe– oh.”
“Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass about not having a date?”
“You know, this Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you.”
“This tree’s bigger than my future.”
“What no that’s not daddy, that’s Santa.”
“The baby’s crying, the food’s burning, the dogs are fighting and your calling me to see what time my family’s coming at?”
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Hi friend! I saved this ask for today because who doesn't need a serotonin boost on a Monday, right? 😘
So, here we go!
8. What I like the most about your writing
I love that your writing is rather fast-paced and that you really know how to keep suspense high. Your writing throws the reader right into the story, enthralls you, and it doesn't let you go. I also love that you use a vivid or lively kind of language. (And since I mostly have to look up a few words, I get to extend my vocabulary that way 😊)
11. Something I wish/hope you write
Let's jump to Night Moves, chapter 4, the scene with Walter in the shower, aka things that live rent-free in my head:
God, he wanted to show her how right she was. Wanted to see her lean back for him, hang her head off the side of a bed and stare up at him, waiting for him to put his cock deep down her throat.
Well, I want to see that, too 👀 So if you and the muse ever decide to elaborate on that, I'm so here for it, you know 😏
Also, I adore your latest Geralt piece travel the breadth of extremities and I hope we'll get to read more Geralt fics from you someday 😍
Maja. Friend. Fellow fic writer. Please, please forgive me for the delayed reply. I got this on Monday and I squealed with delight from all the serotonin and then I promptly ignored you while I posted Ch 6 of Walk with Me.
I hope you understand, and I think you do considering your reaction to the installment as well as your comment about the thing you like best about my writing and I really am so flattered that it comes off that way for you! I'm gonna put the rest under the cut because it got wordy!
Also, and this goes for anyone reading: never hesitate to ask about a missing reply. Tumblr IS notorious for eating asks.
As for Walter and Alex, well, I hope you understand why I had a hard time making that scene a reality given what she goes through. I felt like the pressure and intensity of that position would cause her some damage, especially because Walter is going to have a hard time going easy on her while he watches her tilt back and beg for him. He doesn't mean to hurt her, of course, but his animal instinct is gonna take over, like a switch is gonna flip, brain short-circuit, something, when he sees her shift around all on her own with no prompting from him. He'll remember the way he felt about her the first time he laid eyes on her and he will have no control, right? Right??? If I ever get an itch to revisit them down the road when she's healed up a little more and able to take him that way, you'll be the first to get a tag. PInky promise!
Geralt is a heady whisper of desire to me. He flits in and out of my consciousness at the oddest times. I only know him through TWN; never read the books or played the games, so the inspiration comes from the show, and of course, of-fucking-course, Henry himself. And it may be an unpopular opinion (I see various takes from the blogs I follow) but I'm also a Yenralt lover. I sometimes feel bad taking him away from her. We'll see if the second part of S3 (which is only 3 episodes long???) will wind it's way into any more passionate trysts with him. But I also fear when the end comes, I'll never find the same desire for LH's Geralt. Especially because I'm probably not watching it. Ugh.
Thank you again, Maja. Heart you!
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20 questions for fic writers
Stole this from @backjustforberena because procrastination tastes delicious and also I love a good excuse to babble. Not tagging anyone else, but if you want to steal it and tag me in your replies, I'd love to read your thoughts in turn.
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
110 currently.
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
249,772. Which is a whole heck of a lot more than I ever thought I'd write. (70k of those were in the last year, which is pretty amazing for me when I think about it.)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
At present, primarily Fate the Winx Saga, with a side of House of the Dragon on occasion. I tend to be a serially monogamous fangirl, but right now that seems to have an Eve Best asterisk. A number of others previously, most recently BBC's Musketeers.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Never and Always (Musketeers, post-S2 Milathos-centric canon-divergence AU, also the longest thing I've written for posting ... or possibly ever?)
A Pear and an Apple (X-Men comicverse, Kitty Pryde, for Jewish Comics Day)
Lessons (Musketeers prompt fic that just kept going; me writing completely against type except insofar as I am a people pleaser)
instinctively (FtWS, Silrah kink meme fill for a sex pollen prompt)
Show Me (Musketeers, Milathos sparring plus baby's first proper smut)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to! I'm consistently pretty far behind, but I like to try to show appreciation for the people who take the time to comment. (Whether I do or not, commenters are a gift and I love you all.)
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oh dear god. Considering my predilections, I'm not even sure what would win -- considering I've used the angst tag 26 times, there are definitely a few contenders (and in hindsight, there's things without that tag which could count). I think I'd probably put it as a toss-up between let's pretend i'm a man (because in my head it does not end well) and that thunder in your lungs (despite the tag I wrote later). (Despite the death count, I would not give it to who shall i say is calling?, mostly because canon?)
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Probably gonna give that to the fading year. Is this in large part because of @anne-in-dreamland's ridiculously soft and gorgeous art for that last scene? Entirely possible. 💙
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Rarely. I feel like I write niche enough fandoms that it's not commonplace, at least. The occasional ones I've gotten have felt more bewildered than really hateful.
(Hate commenting is bad, people. Do something better with your time.)
9. Do you write smut?
I didn't for the longest time, but was convinced to try in my last fandom and found I actually enjoy the challenge -- though I have to be in the right frame of mind and it has to fit what I'm writing. There's a puzzle to both the headspaces and the words, and I like trying to figure that out.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Also rarely. I have a couple that made it to AO3, and both were with the Sandman comics, which lend themselves well to that.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of, which hopefully means never.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Again, not that I'm aware of -- I don't mind the idea but find the idea of it being done without explicit permission to be unaccptable. (I've had one fic podficced, which was such a flattering request.)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Only one, for the March Madness challenge on the Winxsource server ... and I don't know if I'd call that co-writing given the blind activity and the crack. The two collaborations I have posted were for RBB, with some wonderful artist partners.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
I refuse to choose. All of my idiot children are precious emotinally-constipated morons.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Oof. The easy answer would be Between Midnight and Dawn; the framework is all sketched out, but thanks to the circumstances I hit such egregious writer's block on it that I don't think I'll ever be able to go back and finish it. This makes me sad, because I've got some parts of future scenes written out that I love, and I very much liked the concept and that (entirely unplanned) AU and how it took on a life of its own, and the fandom was so lovely and supportive, but ... alas, no.
On an unposted front, I'm beginning to realise I will probably never actually write the House of the Dragon AU where Rhaenys and Meleys limp home after Rook's Rest and everything changes as a result. Intentions good, but the distractions are infinite, and right now they show no sign of flagging.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I like to think that I handle emotional beats and introspection fairly well, and I enjoy playing with word choice and sentence structure -- which people respond to positively, so let's go with that.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Action, my behated. Extended dialogue, my equally behated. Plot, my kryptonite. And yet. (If you know, you know.)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Depends on the length of it, whether translation is necessary (or the requisite understanding can be inferred), and how it fits. It has its place, but it has to be handled carefully or it can really be unpleasantly jarring.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Star Trek (TNG, mostly). In pencil, on notebook paper, starting in my preteen years, and lost to the ages ... which is probably for the best.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
Once again, I refuse to choose, because I'm certain that once I do I'll think of another one I love. Each and every thing I've written has had a purpose: to get something out of my brain, to explore an idea, to push myself to grow as a writer ... As long as I got something out of it, and hopefully someone (or someones, even better!) enjoyed it, that's good enough for me.
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by my wife @dxppercxdxver (although I really don't consider myself a fic writer these days lmao)
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
5 (and 2 orphaned)
2. what’s your total ao3 word count?
22,856
3. what fandoms do you write for?
considering I have at maximum 2 fics per fandom. you could say none! although my most popular fics were broadchurch and good omens
4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
the first is an orphaned batman/joker fic (does anyone remember that era of this blog? I'm so sorry lmao)
she - broadchurch
i love to live so pleasantly (lazing on a sunny afternoon) - good omens
Blueberry - IT (2017) (an incredibly cringe fic I wrote as a teenager for the love of god please don't read this)
i just want to be held (by your cold hands) - broadchurch
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
occasionally! if there's something that like. needs a response I do try to give them but otherwise I am very bad at getting back to comments. I do read and appreciate them all though!
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
it's the IT one tagged above lmao due to the like. 15/16 year old me projecting. I'm not very good at writing angst!
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
probably either of the broadchurch fics due to. trans joy and also gay domesticity
8. do you get hate on fics?
not actively? during my batman/b*tjokes years (bearing in mind I was about 14) I used to get occasional hate on tumblr due to trans/gay headcanons but that wasn't necessarily fic related. I also once had a pretty big b*tjokes writer comment on an old fic (like three or four years after I'd written it, when I was no longer In The Fandom) claiming I'd stolen their ideas and needed to either remove my work or credit them despite. only having read a few of their works very briefly. the work of mine in Question being a prompt fill. and me just following a lot of the trends of the fandom at the time? like sorry you don't actually have a trademark on hurt/comfort sick fics buddy it's a Fairly Popular Concept. anyway yeah that's about it.
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
nope <3 I've never tried and frankly I don't think I'd be very good at getting any ideas I have Across in a way that reads as sexy or hot enough to warrant actually writing it lmao
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I don't think I've fully written or published any crossovers, however! every character I've ever liked has been thrown into a killjoys au in my brain at one point or another (including but not limited to: the scooby doo gang, the penumbra pod gang, the eos 10 gang, Cecil and Carlos wtnv, ect). myself and jon plotted a whole magnus archives/mst3k au that I Wish one of us had written, and another mst3k/the mechanisms au that started as a joke and become so insanely important to us it sincerely helped us get together as a couple. we also had an overall eos10/penumbra podcast crossover that I personally never wrote anything for but I think jon Started some unpublished fics that never got finished.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
not as far as I know!
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
again, i dont beliebe so, but people are more than welcome to do so as long as im credited ofc
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
I class at least the first of my broadchurch fics as partially co-written with Jon bc he was a Huge Help in that fic getting written, and as you might be able to tell from above we've Plotted a lot of fic ideas together (another includes a very goofy villain-decay bill cipher gravity falls fic) but basically none of them ever actually get written
14. what’s your all time favourite ship?
argh I can't choose one all time favourite. jonmartin themagnusarchives are insanely dear and important to me, jongerry / jonmartingerry are closely behind that. poly scooby doo gang. vince/howard from the mighty boosh. these are all just sentimental ships if I'm honest. also I became ridiculously attached to mine and Jon's crackship of jonny d'ville themechanisms / Mike mst3k
15. what’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
honestly I'm kind of past the point of hoping to get back into writing due to. complete lack of willpower. but I wish I'd gotten round to writing the third trans Hardy fic I had planned at one point </3
16. what are your writing strengths?
idk!! I think I'm good at capturing like. very specific moments of domesticity and comfort. and I think when I'm imagining A Scene I'm quite good at getting the vibes of that scene across. but other than that I'm really not sure
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
oh god uhh. actually writing. linking scenes together. Plot other than just vague "here's two characters hanging out and existing". the list goes on
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I don't think I've actually attempted it myself? due to most characters I've written have been. incredibly British. I will say a pet peeve of mine in Reading a fic is when it is a fic in 99% English that'll have a large chunk of dialogue in another language, without a translation available somewhere for it. like a word or two is fine but if there's some actual plot in there and you're expecting me to Google translate it, that feels kind of the same as when subtitles simply say (speaking french) or whatever instead of Telling Us What They're Saying
19. first fandom you wrote for?
embarrassingly and horrifically. h*rry p*tter (I was 11)
20. favourite fic you’ve written?
it has to be she simply due to the Amount of trans love and support I got to hear about in the comments of that fic :,)
I'm not tagging anyone bc to be completely honest I don't remember which of my mutaks actively write <3
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Oh my god, I am so blown away that you answered my Qs about Welcome to the Digital Age, Babe so beautifully. It is seriously one of the works I reread every few months because of all the feels. And I love that because it’s a text message tale, we only get some of their relationship. It makes me so curious about what’s happening when Colin and Pen actually spend time together.
I love the context you have with all your answers. I can completely see Colin panicking that Pen told Eloise about what he said - not just because he doesn’t want to get whatever is coming to him from Eloise but because he feels really terrible about what happened and doesn’t like to be reminded of it. And I see Pen panicking post-kiss and Colin wanting to just be close to her without really thinking about the long term implications.
About Colin calling someone by a different name in bed, I totally agree that he stopped sleeping around after he caught feelings (and also partially why he’s so thrilled when he’s messaging Michael after he and Pen finally get together - boy is finally getting some). Also it’s the pandemic, and given all his precautions, I don’t see him going out for random hook ups. I like to think that maybe this was a pre-Italy hook up and he did still call someone by Pen’s name, which totally surprised him and also put some thoughts in his head when they were in Italy.
And I just love all the ways Felicity/the Bridgertons could have found out. I didn’t even consider the Michael way and I love that if there’s one thing that gets Fran to reveal she’s with Michael is when he has info about Colin and Pen. Personally, I think it may be a Felicity and Hyacinth thing when they’re both being a little stalker-ish and stumble upon on overnight date.
Okay, last Q for now. When Colin asks Pen to come over and they finally talk, I have been dying to know what happens. I love the time stamps because I think - okay, so Colin told Pen to come over around 8:15, she said she would be there in 15, let’s say 8:30 she’s prompt and scared, upstairs and awkward small talk down by 8:45, what are they talking about for two hours???
Sorry, this may have revealed too much about how much I fangirl about your work but you really are one of my favorite writers. I just think you get them so well and you’re so beautifully descriptive. I completely treat your scene when Colin tells the mamas that the wedding is being moved up as canon. I’m so excited to see what you come up next and really grateful you feed us so well!
Dude, I'm blown away that you took the time out to ask me questions! I don't think I can really express how honored I am by your messages and the fact that you love Digital Age.
I am such a visible person in terms of my writing - I'm the one who's making all the faces and mannerisms while I write it into the characters. Even in digital age, where we clearly don't see any physical stuff, it's really fun to get to explain what I'd imagined! And about how Colin and Pen are when they actually spend time together... I always think of the book scene where he's holding her hand for 5 minutes the night before the church/carriage/proposal scene, and how they're so obvious without even realizing it!! They're definitely like that in my opinion.
njskfansdjkfn "boy is finally getting some" so true and honestly good for them!! I really love that idea for pre-Italy 🥺 it's finally in his head and he's trying to deny it, but it's there!!
Felicity and Hyacinth are absolutely the leaders of #PolinWatch so I absolutely see them using their stalker skills to know.
Oof, okay. What do they do for 2 hours?
You're right that they get past the small talk pretty quickly, because Colin's ready to really get down into it. He wants to know what happened after Italy and why she shut him down. She beats around the bush for a while, there's some silence, and then they start arguing. They can't agree on Italy or their feelings, whether it was real or just the heat. Penelope insists that what they had was a fleeting moment - Colin says that's bullshit. He tells her that he's never felt that way - she asks how he can be sure. She asks him why now, why his feelings have changed after more than a decade. He demands to know why she refuses to give this a chance.
She says she can't "just give it a chance" because with him, it would have to be all or nothing. Because he could break her to the point of no repair if they can't give it their all. Their friendship is too great to risk over something casual, which they both agree on. Colin tells her that she really is his best friend.
Things start to calm down, and they're less heated. Colin offers to make some food and he stands by the stove cooking pasta as Penelope sits at the kitchen table. They talk about their writing, to distract themselves a bit. He asks her the questions he hadn't gotten the chance to ask before: how she'd done her column for so long in secret, how it felt. She asks him how he feels about his own writing, and if he's going to look into publishing it. They say how proud they are of each other.
And then there's a pause, and he's making the sauce while she's staring at the floor. They're wondering how it would really work. She asks whether he's willing to be in town more often - when the pandemic starts clearing - and whether he actually would. He asks if she'd be willing to leave more often, travel, and write a bit there.
It's a standstill. Are they really willing to take the leap? Then the food's done and Colin sets it on the table and looks at her, hard. Neither of them says anything.
And then, just as the tension's gotten to the point where it feels like the entire room is stifling, Penelope gets up and says, "That's that, then. Night, Colin," and leaves. Colin comes to his senses right as the elevator closes.
God, I hope that all made sense! They honestly do have a lot to talk about, because I imagine that even as they're becoming really good friends, they don't spend enough time really talking. They discuss movies and surface-level things, but it really takes until that night for them to open up. Hope that was all worth the wait!
"you really are one of my favorite writers." I really can't tell you how much it meant for me to see that. I'm crying right now just reading that again because I really have dealt with a lot of self-doubt lately. I'm not as active as I once was, and I know it's easy for people to forget about you, so again, I really appreciate it. No pressure to keep replying, but I'm so thankful for you and your fangirling. Please keep being you. (and honestly, if you'd ever like to see a scene from Digital Age written out, don't hesitate to let me know. As I've shown, I don't mind cheating around the epistolary theme, lol!)
Ahhhh, thank you so much again! These are the things that can really help remind you of the love of writing (especially Colin and Penelope, who really will forever be my true loves). skjdngfjkdsfn I would say more if I could think of the words, but you're just so incredible!! <3
#hi I'm so sorry this took me so long to reply to!#I was overwhelmed by your kindess#these asks have been so amazing your thoughtfulness is incredible#and I'm happy to answer these questions!! it's so fun looking back at what I was thinking#and tbh I've always been too scared to reread digital age and this gave me a good reason to go back#<3#writing asks#my fics#digital age#polin
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fic writer asks!!! 🌈 🎀 💝 🍭 💎 ☯️ (i got. a bit excited ahfbsjfn)
Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks
🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
the upcoming zine fic my god i just wanted it to be so perfect because this was my first time committing to a word limit way above what i normally write, and it would be illustrated by someone i really admire— i really agonized over every word of that fic and kept deleting pages of it because i doubted it so much lol overall though, if i'm struggling with a prompt, i'll just delete large portions of it and rewrite entirely, if not from scratch until the flow finally kicks in and the words start to piece back together
💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
there are quite a few that i wrote as throwaways that spiked in notes which left me thoroughly bemused, but i have to say it's the potion!au one!!! that was a completely isolated prompt that i didn't expect to touch again after the twstober writing event, and i STILL get asks on it today!! it blows my mind how that resonated with so many of you- it wasn't one i was intending to world-build or even write more about, so i'm really happy that i've had the chance to explore it with everyone<3
🍭why did you start writing?
this is so lame, but i honestly can't recall. i've just always loved stories and i've always enjoyed writing/essay prompts for school when i was younger- pretty much all of my english classes would have us free-write for about 10 min of the period starting from when i was in 3rd grade, and that definitely fostered my joy for exploring new prompts and ideas. i think i was around 13 yro when i discovered fanfics, and that opened an entire new world where i learned that if i didn't like a scene in a book or how characters interacted.....i could just rewrite it and that completely blew my mind lol
💎why is writing important to you?
funnily enough, most of my writing could be considered vent pieces. i write to purge my emotions (positive and negative), and to validate for myself that i can still weave a story after abandoning the practice for a few years. it's a way of expression, and i enjoy having a partner along for the ride to grow with and from as we explore ideas together
☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
i personally think the positive engagement outweighs the negative- i love being able share work from the community and go wild with praise in the tags, i think that everyone deserves to hear how their artwork/story/post touched their audience. in that same way, it's how we all get to trade ideas and build off each other's premises that gets fed back into the community until they take on lives of their own. it's amazing to see what a thriving fandom can create when there's so much affection for the content and those creating, it's something i've not been a part of before when most of the fandoms i've joined have been dead ones lol
i can't say that i have social anxiety, but i am a highly forgetful person when it comes to engagement ; A ; i'll see that someone reblogged my stuff or left a message with a highly insightful and sweet comment, and i'll get all excited to respond to them later.......and then later turns into several days because it completely slipped my mind and it's too late to acknowledge it now ; A ; im really bad at that, i can only keep a conversation up with like two people online before i get completely overwhelmed and neglect everything else ailfjiafd
#lettie's asks#kicks my feet excitedly#we just submitted zine previews#so hopefully those will get released soon so you all can get a sneak peek of The Horrors<3
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You are the best Loki x reader writer I know so therefore I entrust this prompt to you
Marvel/Bridgerton/Queen Charlotte AU
The reader is one of queen charlotte's daughters, she is black (IK some writers have an issue with black-coded readers so you don't have to write it if you don't want to). It's the time period when the only heir to the throne has died, queen charlotte has told her children to find suitable partners to marry and make babies with. reader approaches her mother and confesses that she has been secretly courting a man already, the only problem is that he is a bastard. Loki Laufeyson (Laufey is his mother) is a Norwegian Duke, he is the result of Odin's infidelity with Duchess Laufey (Odin failed to tell Laufey he was a married man when they had a fling). Odin has made it very clear that he does not see Loki as his son and Loki has gone by his mother's name as such (You can make Laufey be married or not that is up to you, but she loves her son that is apparent in how Loki owns his own property and his mother dots on him every chance she gets)(the other dynamics with Frigga and Thor are the same as they have always been). He owns a very famous business in Norway and is respected in his community and noble society. he is currently staying in his estate in Britain to be close to the reader and the reader visits him frequently. They are deeply in love and wish to marry each other and have children but they fear what society will say about them. do what you want with this prompt. I have started watching Queen Charlotte and thought of this prompt. It would mean the world to me if you even look at this and consider prompt much less make a series of it so here you go, my measly idea. I love all your Loki x reader books btw and have most of them liked or reblogged on my account.
First of all thank you so much for your nice words for me, i can't believe I'm the best you have read, that's overwhelming because I don't think of myself as that but thank you so much dear 💚
As much as I appreciate this and the time you must have taken to write this I am not sure I can write this series because first of all I have never seen Bridgerton (I find it really stupid I'm sorry, the concept just doesn't appeal to me at all) and I'm not overly familiar or better word would be- much interested in that time period.
Another thing is If you have read my fics you'd see my readers are always inclusive but also written in a way one would right an oc, I never mention their physical appearance so it's still a reader insert, the only race I prefer writing is Indian reader and that's because I'm an Indian girl and I write from experience. I don't know anything about being black, i don't know their lifestyle or their day to day struggles so I'd never ever be comfortable with Writing them, maybe that's the reason why some writers are not writing for other races because people are not so gentle these days when it comes to race, if a writer was to write a black reader and God forbid they wrote something that's not in black culture, god knows they will be attacked and will be blamed for racism.
That being said the plot seems interesting and I'm honoured you came to me with this so I just want to apologise that I won't be able to write this down. But I'm hoping you'll find someone to write this. Again I'm sorry 🥺💚
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resisting the temptation to ask you every one of the questions from the writer ask game and instead asking: 2, 3, 7, 13 (i'm guessing i know the answer to this but consider this an open invitation to share some fun lore), 26, 29, 30
kicking my feet and writing your name in hearts all over my dream journal
2) my two newest ocs are Matt + Justin! i was working on a thing for a zine i want to submit to, and the theme was 70s/80s/90s campy horror, so i picked just two lame ass 90s boy names. it's a silly little queer slasher story that i didn't expect to go so in-depth on!
3) uhhhhhh. my biggest self insert is probably that John Dearheart character i post little blurbs about sometimes. i realized i'm probably gonna need to change his name if i post more about him, though, because i completely forgot he's a Discworld character. i've been rereading Going Postal lately and while i was waiting for the library loan to come in i was scrolling through its tumblr tag and got whiplash seeing his name. it is deeply humbling thinking you had an original name and not only seeing its an already-established character, but an already-established character from a BOOK YOU'VE READ BEFORE. outside of him as my vent character, i put myself into all my characters! i'm very vain! Branwen and Ardan are my two biggest ones from hh, and lately its been Branwen more just for the sake of story themes :3
7) Celeste and the Old God is actually one of my favorite pairs to write about, and it's wild to me that i don't have them interact more. i think what really gets me about them is that Celeste's entire deal is that she's...normal. she has a "normal," healthy relationship with religion, and criticizing it is included in that, i think. and for that reason, those two are the closest to being equals. having one character be a devout believer/her religious trauma being something you actively get to see be established throughout the story (branwen) v. another character who's extremely cynical to the point of numbness who doesn't believe in anything (ardan), and in a context where branwen is genuinely helpless vs. ardan having more control than he realizes/freaks him out when he does realize it, it's so fun to write Celeste as being on equal playing ground. it's important to me that her entire deal is "actually no fuck you, you need me just as much as i need you." and i think that equal playing ground is why they have kind of a begrudging friendship.
i also like writing branwen and ardan together because they are bisexual.
13) not really any of them i don't do that kind of stuff<3*
26) American Gods!!! And Slaughterhouse Five. those are the two i always automatically say when asked! i read If We Were Villains sometime last year and it rewired my brain, also. i found it because of The Secret History, which also rewired my brain. Both of those books fundamentally changed my brain chemistry, but secret history did it derogatorily, if that makes sense. great book. i never think i have feelings about it until i start talking about it. Donna Tartt i am nearing your location. (also Piranesi!<3)
29) probably Harry Potter? unfortunately? (also, sucks that i have to say 'unfortunately'. like most people, those stupid books were very important to me at one point in my life! mostly because of the stuff i did with my friends because of it! go fuck yourself, Joanne!) i deffo wrote fanfic, though. i had a huuuuge fic i handwrote with a bunch of my friends
not my first fandom, but i thought you'd appreciate: i was also a huge percy jackson kid. obviously. probably more so than harry potter. i took latin in middle school, and one year we had this pretty big multi-part project where we could pick different prompts for different parts. super cool and fun, had i been the person i am now who actually like, cares about things and puts effort into them! but i suffered from the disease of all middle schoolers where i Fucking Sucked. i didn't realize one of my parts was due one day, and during the lunch period i speed-wrote percy jackson fanfiction that i had to Read Out Loud To The Class and then hand in for a grade. i got a 100, but only after reading it out loud, having what i believe was my first out of body experience, and then going back to my seat where one of my friends leaned over and said "was that the fucking plot of Mark of Athena"
30) good!!!! we're actively getting a snowstorm and i'm hoping it keeps up so work is cancelled tomorrow! who knows how lucky i'll be but i can hope!!
*if i was normal i could have left 13 at that and just let myself be funny, but i am nothing if not verbose. obviously hh! in taking up your offer to share fun lore, there's one character who i have been avoiding talking about because i think everything about him is so integral to the plot that like, making goofs about him would be a spoiler (is that...full of myself to say? it would be, though). that said, since the idea of "equals" is so relevant throughout hh, he's been fun to write because he technically falls on the Celeste end of the spectrum, but he's using it for evil. literally. a lot of his deal is unintentionally "what makes a god a god" and how he's this sort of nebulous figure because no one can agree what his deal is. he is accidentally my Odysseus character, and it kills me to admit that. little pansexual freak who wants to kill god.
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3, 7, & 19 for the weird questions for writers ask game :) <3
Answered 3 here!
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
I really get a huge kick from things coming together! Be it a scene just unfurling from my fingers with great emotion, or tweaking one sentence and finally it all works, or sorting out a plot snarl. There's a satisfaction to getting it right, and then getting to share that and see that emotion echoed in others!
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
Well, I was a weird kid ijnkntrkn, my brother and I lived a ways away from most of our friends, the one computer in the house was for Dad's work bar an hour or two, and the TV was usually occupied by our mother. So we spent our days running around and making shit up in the woods (namely fake dinosaur documentaries), telling dramatic stories with our toys and, once we got into school, reading books.
Once we had more access to the computer, I got into RPing Warrior cats and built up my first skills there with those friends, and of course making up fanclans. Had a whole thing where my friend, brother, pet cat and I became Warriors for my main fanclan of the day KNTHKNRTN I think all kids have stories inside them, and want to share them. I think my first real piece of fanfiction was a little post-ending but pre-epilogue Hunger Games thing of Peeta having a panic attack? Or that's what I consider my first fic. It's probably buried in my old laptop somewhere deep.
Over the years I've written here and there. A Fullmetal Alchemist 'where are they now' HC splurge fic. Some Fairy Tail stuff, including a huge angsty Fallout AU I had. My first AO3 fic was for the She-Ra reboot when the ending made me sob in relief and joy, 10k words in ~24 hours in the start of the pandemic. A few CR fics here and there, but nothing substantial. Writing for fun was hard. Really hard.
I think the biggest bump along the way was a slow crawl into a gambling addiction. Fun lil game got its claws into me and sucked my entire soul dry - why bother writing or drawing when the rush of RNG gave me what my brain wanted far more easily? It sucked, it really fucking sucked, and I'm still working off the credit card debt slowly but surely. (It's hard to bring up, but I figured it might do someone good to hear it).
After I quit, it's like I had found the energy and muse I had as a kid, writing thousand-word replies to my friends' RP posts, or huge lore docs about a Pokemon story idea I had with my brother. It was incredible - I'd started writing Courage is a vintage not long before (I think I might have posted it a month prior?) and got involved with the community on here. The amount of joy I got, from exchanging headcanons, from seeing people enjoy what I produced, getting to poke at these characters and see them unfurl, it got something going. And then I started working on One for sorrow, and doing prompt games, and... here I am!
As for where I'm going? Two for joy is on track to finish in the next few months and have its last chapter + epilogue posted within a week-ish of One for sorrow's first chapter. I've written 350k+ words of content since last June, and I'm happier than I've ever been. Maybe part of it is due to where I am in life - doing research, honest to god research, with a cool lab and taking walks daily and getting harassed by my kittens - but I firmly believe part of it is due to this community.
Where I'm going next... well, you know. Can't wait to share it with everyone else ;3
Weird questions for writers ask game!
(I'm answering between bouts of preparing a presentation, so sorry if these take a while to get to!)
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“would you please put your tongue away” ; spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader
summary: spencer can’t handle how good you look in your dress. he also can’t handle another guy asking you to dance. 2760 words
a/n: taken from this prompt list :)
“…It’s highly inappropriate.”
Someone waves a hand in front of Spencer’s face and he’s brought back to reality – surrounded by people from every FBI department in a far too bright room with champagne that is certainly not worth the amount it costs and in a suit that is a little too tight.
“What?” He asks.
“I said,” Derek grins, “Would you please put your tongue away.”
Spencer raises an eyebrow at that, “My tongue is firmly in my mouth, Morgan.”
Derek gives a scoff. He wishes Emily was with them to attest, but she’s across the room, beside you, stuck in a conversation with some “important” person that Hotch made a point to tell the team to suck up to.
“If Y/N can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you drooling she’s sure to know you’re obsessed with her.”
In panic, Spencer wipes his mouth just in case he is in fact drooling. That gets a hearty laugh from Derek, and Spencer huffs indignantly, “I am not obsessed-“
“When you saw her all dressed up earlier you had to leave the room, Reid. That isn’t a platonic reaction.”
“Well,” He stutters, glancing over to you and scanning your bare back, “She looks- she-“
“She took your breath away, man. It’s okay.” Derek gives him a pat on the back and smirks at him, coughing to cover a chuckle when Spencer glares at him.
“And who is this majestic being that took Doctor Reid’s breath away?” It’s you, Prentiss and JJ trailing behind, delicately holding a champagne flute in your left hand and a business card in your right.
Spencer flounders, taken off-guard by your approach and the close-up view of you in your dress. He doesn’t know much about fashion, let alone dresses, but God do you look like something straight out of a movie. To him, you’re the embodiment of all the love poems and romantic monologues that his mother used to read him. He always wondered what the beauty all those writers saw looked like, and if he’d ever see something so celestial, and then you walked into his life.
He’ll never recover. Especially when you keep reminding him how perfect you are.
“Someone’s been networking,” Derek nods to the business card, noticing Spencer’s struggle and swooping in to save him. Derek loves to tease Spencer, it’s his favourite thing to do, but there’s always a time and a place, you know?
You fiddle with the card, “A little pretentious, but he mentioned having some paperwork trouble and I offered to help. I thought if I got in his good graces he’d help us keep the jet.”
Just then, the band at the back of the charity event plays a slow tune, everyone coupling up to head to the dancefloor. Before you or Spencer can react, Derek is dragging Emily away and JJ goes to find Will, but not before all three of them send some kind of subtle gesture to Spencer – Derek winks, Emily raises her eyebrows and looks between you and Spence, and JJ nudges him as she passes.
Spencer’s entire body locks up. He can’t do this. Whatever this is.
When he doesn’t move, you offer him your hand, “Would you care to dance, Doctor Reid?”
His body eases and he can’t help but smile because you’re you, “It would be an honour, Miss Y/N,” He laughs, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.
You tug him onto the outskirts of the floor – being in the centre is both of your worst nightmares – and Spencer’s other hand falls to the small of your back, pulling you close. You’re chest to chest, your arm falling in place around his shoulders, but even with heels on he’s still got some height on you. You sway to the music in perfect sync, like you’ve done this a million times, and your eyes subconsciously close from the comfort of being in Spencer’s arms and the feel of him against you.
You concentrate on your feet for a few beats, too shy to look him in his clear, brown eyes. When you finally look up to meet his gaze, you can’t help the soft smile that appears. He’s already looking at you.
Spencer returns it, smile equally as fond.
The lights of the room reflect in his eyes – it’s as if they’re twinkling, like stars, and it’s utterly mesmerising. For a second, you forget you’re at a fundraiser event, on business, surrounded by your team and people from all departments and all positions. You feel like you’ve been whisked away to some faraway land, maybe somewhere that isn’t filled with killers and evil, and you and Spencer are lovers simply enjoying the night and eachother’s company.
“You look beautiful,” Spencer whispers, as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear you. You wonder if he feels the same way you do.
“Thank you. I was waiting for you to compliment me.” You tease.
“Oh? Does my compliment mean that much?”
You giggle nervously. You love when he teases you back, when he has this confidence that always surprises you.
“More than I’d like to admit,” You say, “But I did also spend all day getting ready, so I want my hard work appreciated.”
“Well,” Spencer swallows, eyes flickering to your collarbones and neck and everywhere on you, “Consider your hard work appreciated. Not just by me, either. I think I’ve got a lot of glares being shot at me right now.”
You break eye contact to survey the room. There’s definitely a good number of people staring at you, but you refuse to believe they’re all jealous of him. He looks dashing in his suit, hand-picked by Rossi himself, and you know you’re not the only one to notice. You see the beauties dotted around that keep checking him out.
Another ballad begins so Spencer keeps you close. He scans the side of your face, how your nose peaks and the makeup you’re wearing illuminates all of your features. He’s hopeless at makeup, too, but the colour of your eyeshadow(?) suits you perfectly. You always look perfect, he realises. Being ethereal comes naturally to you.
“Excuse me,” A voice interrupts.
Both of you snap towards him. Travis.
Travis works in.. a department. A stupid one, probably. Spencer thinks Travis sucks.
“Hi, Trav,” You smile. You like Travis – of course you do. You’ve known him longer than you’ve known Spencer, so how does Spencer stand a chance?
“Evening, Y/N. Evening, Spencer.” He gives a polite smile.
Spencer returns it with his jaw set.
“Could I steal you for a dance, Y/N? Just like during our graduation ball?” His eyes are hopeful, and Spencer looks at in you confusion. What graduation ball?
You agree shyly, “Sure, Trav. Is that okay, Spence?”
He doesn’t know why you’re asking him – you both know Spencer’s too socially awkward to say no. So he nods, gives a tight lipped smile, and sharply turns to walk straight towards the bar. He doesn’t want to see Travis gently grasp your hand and pull you close, just like he had done.
But he’s not jealous.
“Water, please.” Spencer says to the bartender.
Someone slides up beside him. He glances at the shoes – Italian leather – and he knows it’s Rossi. He’s standing with a whiskey in his hand and a pitying gaze.
Spencer takes a big gulp from his glass of water like it’s a shot of straight vodka.
“You know he’s gonna make a move on her.” Rossi announces. Spencer takes another gulp.
“What?”
“I overheard him and his friends. They were in the academy together, and after seeing her tonight he’s decided now it’s time to make a move. Even stopped me to ask if she was single because he saw how close you two were out there.” Rossi shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink, gaze burning into Spencer as he does it.
Spencer knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to rile him up, get his feathers ruffled, for him to, what? Fight Travis on the dancefloor? Run up and steal you?
“I’m sure…” He starts, slowly, “If someone, say, Emily, who disappeared outside, had a sudden emergency… Y/N would drop Travis in a second.”
Spencer looks at him. Rossi raises his eyebrows.
“Excuse me.” Spencer says.
Rossi grins as he watches Spencer almost charge towards you.
There’s a hand on your shoulder and you know it’s Spencer, and when you turn he’s out of breath.
“Emily-“ He pants, “I think she’s- she’s sick. She’s outside and asking for you.”
“Oh, God,” You gasp, hands immediately leaving Travis completely to instinctively grasp Spencer by his arms, something you’ve always done.
Spencer’s heart warms at your concern – of course you’re so genuinely concerned for one of your best friends. Could you be anymore perfect?
“Let’s go, Spence.” You glance at Travis, feet already moving, “Sorry, Travis, it was lovely to dance with you!”
Travis watches you flutter away, knowing very well that that was his once chance and he lost it. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that Spencer is lying – at least a little.
Travis could tell Spencer wasn’t happy when he asked if he could dance with you. The unimpressed look in Spencer’s eyes whenever they made eye contact solidified that.
Travis can’t blame him, if he’s honest.
Outside, the cold is starting to set in, but you’re too panicked to notice or care. Your head darts left to right, searching for Emily. You spot her, in her stunning red dress, and go to call for her. But then she laughs, head thrown back, and takes another sip of her drink.
She’s fine.
You turn to Spencer, confused, “I thought she was sick?”
He looks sheepish and you laugh as he says, “I may have told a little lie.”
“Spencer!”
“Sorry.” He doesn’t look sorry.
“Well why-“
“Since we’re here, why don’t we go look at the fountain? I saw you eyeing it when we arrived.”
You want to ask why he interrupted you and Travis, but you’re not given the chance. Spencer’s large hand holds the tip of your fingers and he gently pulls you towards the stone fountain, where it stands with several tiers and the soothing sound of running water. There’s a statute in the centre – a woman wrapped in some kind of shawl.
“My guess,” You say, arms crossing, causing Spencer to take a sharp intake of breath, “Is the statue is based on the forlorn sculptor’s lover.”
Spencer’s body deflates as releases a deep breath. He thought you were onto him and why he ruined your dance.
“Actually,” His hands move to emphasise his point, “One of the most common purposes of sculpture is in some form of association with religion-“
“Why did you interrupt Travis and I?”
Uh oh.
“Did I look uncomfortable?” You wonder, “Because I can handle myself, Spence.”
You tried to resist asking again. But something about what he did bothers you – if you didn’t want to dance with Travis, you would’ve said no or made an excuse to not have to. If you didn’t want to be around Travis, you would’ve walked away from him. No matter what, you could’ve dealt with it yourself. Does Spencer disagree?
He licks his lips out of nervousness, shakes his head and mumbles a, “No, that’s not it.”
You turn to face him. His hands are in his pockets and he’s staring at the ground as he shuffles his feet. Rossi will have a fit when he sees the shoes he hand-picked have marks on them.
“I needed to get you alone. I’m sorry.” Spencer squirms. He can’t make eye contact.
“What?” You ask, brows furrowed, “Why? Is something wrong?”
“He was..” He trails off and clears his throat, “He was gonna ask you out. I couldn’t- didn’t want to let that happen.”
Your confusion increases. So he does think you can’t handle yourself?
There’s a spark of frustration in you, then. You’ve dealt with being underestimated and babied basically your whole life and Spencer knows that. He also knows you’re a trained FBI agent that has saved his skin more times than you care to count – he knows better than anyone that you can handle yourself.
So what the fuck.
“I appreciate the concern,”
Spencer winces at your tone. This is… not going well. Not going how Spencer wanted it to, or planned. Not that he had a plan beyond getting you and Travis as far away from one another as possible.
“But I can guarantee I do not need you to loom over me and scare boys away, Spencer. You’re not my father.”
Your tone is biting and Spencer moves closer to placate you.
“That’s not what I meant, Y/N, I’m sorry that’s- I know you can handle yourself. Very well. I still have the scar from when you thought I was a robber in your house-“
“You shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on me, Spencer Reid-“
“Rossi overheard Travis saying he was gonna make a move on you and it was like I went on auto-pilot and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears and-“
“I can take care of myself, Spence.”
“I couldn’t let it happen because I want to date you.”
He looks at you then, gaze so intense you feel frozen where you stand. He continues.
“But I’m sorry if you were planning to say yes to Travis and I… came in and ruined it. Maybe you’re into him and I just… delayed the inevitable for no reason other than to humiliate myself.” He gives a tight lipped smile, rolling onto the tips of his feet and then back on the heel.
You let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. “I wasn’t going to say yes to Travis, Spence. It’d be pretty damn rude for me to date him when I very much like and want to date you.”
His eyebrows shoot up and he gives a toothy, hesitant smile, “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” You step closer. Spencer can’t take his eyes off you, not that he’s been able to at any point tonight, but now you can tell he can’t help but ogle at you.
It makes you feel fuzzy inside, that mix of excitement and nerves that you always get around Spencer.
“Well, what should we do about that?” He teases, but some anxiety shines through. He’s genuinely asking.
“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” You ask.
He sputters, “Uh- yes. That would be completely okay.”
“Well then,” You smile, “Come here.”
As if you’ve done it a million times, Spencer’s hands cup your face as he tugs you towards his lips. Your hands find his waist, softly gripping him as your eyes flutter shut and you feel Spencer’s lips for the first time.
Why does it feel so natural? So right?
Spencer has to pull back a couple of seconds later because he’s smiling so wide. You can’t resist and kiss his nose, and he giggles. He giggles.
God, you’re so in love with him.
Spencer glances at the statue standing at the top of the fountain.
“You think she’s angry that we’re kissing in front of her?”
You hum in consideration, “Definitely jealous. I mean, not everyone gets to kiss the most handsome guy at the ball.”
He can’t help but blush, and although you have a teasing tone you both know you genuinely mean it.
From where you’re standing you can still slightly hear the sound of the band inside – some kind of smooth jazz is being played now, nice and slow.
You turn and offer your hand to Spencer, just like before, “Another dance, kind sir?”
Spencer gives you a cheeky smile, “As long as you promise no Travis-like interruptions this time.”
He pulls you close, definitely closer than before as your lips nearly touch and you can feel his breath, and you rub the tip of your nose against his. “No Travis, no one, just us.”
“And the voyeur statue,” He gestures with his head towards the fountain.
You both look, and your hand leaves his shoulder to flip her off.
“Back off, hag.” You joke, and Spencer laughs at your absurdity.
Then you dance, for the second time, to the music that flows out from inside. Under the moonlight, with the twinkling stars, Spencer is convinced this is the closest to Heaven on Earth. With you, in his arms, dopey grins and loving stares.
God, he’s so in love with you.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x you#spencer reid imagine#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfic#mine#i thought i liked this but then i left it for a day and now my opinion has DRASTICALLY CHANGED#decent idea. terrible execution
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End of Year Questions for Writers and Artists
Was tagged by @eredins-a-king-aint-he thank you for that! ❤️ (and I'll finally answer in a timely manner XD)
Tagging @traumschwinge @dazedandinked @do-androids-dream-ao3acc and @rawrkinjd if you want to that is :) Or anyone who wants to look back on their 2021 projects (tag me in that case pls!)
Questions:
1. What project are you most proud of and why?
2. Which project did you have the most fun making?
3. Which project was the most unexpected and/or challenging and why?
4. Which project would you like to receive more attention?
5. Is there a project you intended to work on but couldn’t find the time? If so, what is it?
6. Have you noticed an improvement in your skill this year? Did a specific project help?
7. If you could remake any project you’ve created this year, which one would it be and why?
8. What project would you like to make next year?
Answers under the cut:
And again with the answers:
1. What project are you most proud of and why?
That's difficult to say because there are so many pieces where I'm very proud of certain details or aspects of the creation process. But the one I'm proudest of for carrying through the entire project was the 5+1 collection of Geralt being picked up and carried around. It had so many pieces that I wasn't sure I was going to finish all of them, especially considering how legs are very hard for me ^^;
2. Which project did you have the most fun making?
The one above. I generally suffer and whine a lot during the process of working on a project, because I try to force myself to use colours (and I regularly forget my brush and colour palette settings orz) so technically that's less fun. But the poses were fun to try and figure out and alter for armor and the different body type of the characters (even Geralt went through some changes, especially with Letho lol), and it was ultimately funny to keep squinting at my figures and wonder "when did your legs grow that extra mile, my dude?"
3. Which project was the most unexpected and/or challenging and why?
The Geralt and Duny chilling in the cave by firelight I made for the Witcher BB. I'll be honest, even with my fascination for Emhyr and his curse I did not actually expect that I would end up drawing a hedgehog. Ever. But here I am. I pushed myself on textures and mood and lighting and background, and it was a lot of panicked scrambling in the beginning, but it turned out unexpectedly cool, and I'm real proud of it. Especially for the 3 hours I'd spent on all the furs on Duny's shoulder and in the bg. (and the rock texture, god that was fun!)
4. Which project would you like to receive more attention?
All of my big bang pieces tbh, because I do try to really push myself on them and they get little attention compared to that, I think?, but if I'm being very honest it's this one. I mean, it did one of the best amongst my Geralt/Emhyr pieces, but I love this one so much, I really would have liked if it got a little more attention. We all have our darlings, you know?
5. Is there a project you intended to work on but couldn’t find the time? If so, what is it?
Yeah, plenty. A lot of them are fic illustrations where I have a very rough sketch outline, but something just refuses to work and I just didn't have the time or energy to figure it out (there are 3 of those in the below compilation of wips I really wanted to work on this year). (It's mostly patience that I lack tho.) There is the one with Geralt and Eskel - which I plan to figure out in January, as I'm planning to dedicate that month to him; and further prompt fills for the Witcher Rareship Summer Bingo that I didn't have time for. That includes Geralt and Regis and Dettlaff sharing only one bed (there are so many limbs and pointy elbows there omg); Eskel, Lambert and Geralt howling at the moon for the 'Serenading' prompt that I imagined would have been best in a little comic strip kind of format and would end up a little sappy (I don't have a single line laid out for that one); Geralt and Emhyr cuddling after a nightmare and Geralt still having his toxicity lines showing.... I really had big plans this year. Way too big.
6. Have you noticed an improvement in your skill this year? Did a specific project help?
Yeah, definitely. I've improved a lot this year in many, many aspects. I've learnt a lot of anatomy (it's a big jump from zero to some but it still felt like a lot, even though I only just noticed how little I actually know lol); and while I forgot how portraits work, I think I can finally put the eyes in their right place and right-ish size. Most of the time. It's been a huge issue that still haunts me from previous years. Umm... I did a lot of drawings for the drawer (and Traum), because I'm not willing to go to twitter to post them (so you might guess what those drawings are), and they helped a lot. Lots of limbs and muscles in action, that's all I'm saying. They are very helpful.
7. If you could remake any project you’ve created this year, which one would it be and why?
It would be this one, with Geralt and Emhyr. I still very much like the accidental texture of the armour and cloth folds, and there is a charm to how rough it is, but I'd really love to see it a little more smoothed out (now that I'm familiar with the brush as well) and fix some anatomy issues with Emhyr. His arm is bugging me.
8. What project would you like to make next year?
As I've mentioned above, I would like to draw a lot of Eskel in January. I'll never forgive how TWN did so dirty by him in season 2, and I feel very bad for having pushed him back in this year's project line-up. (I'm open to ideas and proddings ;)) I would also like to work on the rarepair bingo prompts and see where they take me. As well as finally finishing this piece I started back in January for Anomalous Elixirs. It's almost done, only missing the lines and colours for the last panel with Geralt and Dettlaff.... and my courage to look at the other panels to rework some details, because hoo boy, is it obvious that I've been working on it on and off throughout the whole year.
Aside from those, I'd probably set the same goals for myself as I did for 2021. Push my working process so that a piece wouldn't take weeks to complete; learn how to do backgrounds (that's not just a bed); work on simplifying my style into something more illustrative and less semi-realistic, if that makes sense? I feel like that's trapping me a lot. Also I want to do some cute sticker designs, i'm really looking forward to those ^^
#my art#tag games#thanks a lot for tagging me into this!#I'm very proud of the second half of my year#emralt#because that's what I have most of here tbh#I always feel like i didn't draw anything...#alex rambles
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Keeping the Peace
Writer: JHsgf82
Prompt 45: Peeta works security (peacekeeper? police?), Katniss is a protester (rebellion? BLM?) or a civilian (rebel?) or a local translator in her village. Do they know each other at all? Work together? Fight on opposite sides or meet at common ground? What threatens them? Are their feelings real? [submitted by @567inpanem]
Rating: T
Author Note: Due to lack of time (and taking on too much, lol), this will only be snippets of the fic, a sneak peek. I do plan on continuing, though, and I’ve really enjoyed developing this and writing what I have of it. I hope you’ll enjoy it and that you’ll continue to read it when I post the rest on A03 in the near future. Will be alternating First Person POV, Peeta and Katniss. Edit by @mrspeetamellark. Thank you!
Peeta
“You got a girl, Peet?” Darius asks from his usual spot beside me in the mess hall.
“No.” I smile a little and shake my head.
“Why not? Every woman loves a man in uniform, right?”
I glance down at my snow-white fatigues, then to my helmet beside me on the bench. “Not around here, D.” I don’t say it with bitterness, just matter-of-factly.
Darius slaps me on the back. “Hey, they may act like they hate us, but it’s only because we enforce the law. They don’t like it, but they respect us for it.”
I’m not so sure about that. I think my good friend is a little deluded.
I’ve been a Peacekeeper for going-on-three years now, stationed in good ole’ District 12. I got into it to protect the people and keep them safe, and of course, to keep the peace, but more often than not, it seems like I’m just ordering them around. Or worse.
And now, with the riots happening and the new commander, Commander Thread, in place, the district only seems to be deteriorating further. The residents are frequently whipped in the square, for one. I’ve never had to do it, thankfully, but I know others who have. Even stricter rules are being enforced, tariffs and quotas on every little thing, and we’ve shut down their Hob. The people, at least those from the Seam, have even started moving out of town, into the woods, forming their own little community of sorts. We break them up and force them back sometimes, peacefully as we can.
I hope to God they don’t reinstitute hangings.
I don’t like the way things are, but I can’t leave. I’m sworn in. I belong to Snow and his Peacekeeper organization. I’m literally branded. Still, I refuse to be a piece in whatever game he’s playing. And I’m guessing I’m still hoping I can make a difference, somehow.
Darius talks about women a lot, wanting to fall in love, get married. As for me, I’ve never really considered marriage. I was always married to the job. After the way I grew up, I was so glad to have an important job, something that mattered, but more and more, my thinking’s been changing…
***
The first time I see her, she’s standing calf-deep in the lake. She’s wearing a green, threadbare slip of a dress, and her long, dark hair is braided down her back. Her skin is a flawless olive, shimmering in the sunlight. She bends down and digs up some sort of plant growing on top of the water; it has white flowers, green leaves, and long roots with tubers hanging from it. The bottom of her dress, her legs, and now her hands are covered in mud, but she just looks down at the plant, and she smiles.
As for me, I’m frozen, staring hard with probably the goofiest grin on my face. She’s just so…ethereal. I definitely need to paint her later, at least get a quick sketch down before I forget what she looks like. Nah, I’ll never forget. She’s too unique. Too…mesmerizing.
Her ears seem to prick, and she catches sight of me. And although it’s hard to tell from this distance, I swear her eyes are silver. Stupid and enraptured as I am, I wave. She merely tugs up the strap of her dress, which has slipped a little, and stares at me.
My god, she’s stunning.
Who is she? This silver-eyed, braided vision before me. Is she real, or some kind of earth goddess? Hell, I might consider marriage, if I could be married to her.
Wait, what am I saying? She’s a local. Most likely a Seam girl. We’re from two different worlds; it’d never work. Mainly because she probably hates my guts.
***
A couple weeks later, there’s a ruckus just outside of town that I’m called to, a small dispute of sorts. When I get there, three of our guys are surrounding a local man and…the girl from the lake! I rush over.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Right away, I’m told by my superior officer to fall in line. Darius is there, too. He quietly explains the situation while we look on from a few feet away.
“She’s been hoarding goat’s milk rather than turning in her quota!” exclaims the man, spitting a little when he says it. He must have been the one who turned her in.
For crying out loud. I groan. All this over a little goat’s milk.
“You’re just hoping they take Lady away from us, so you can have her back free of charge!” the girl from the lake growls.
I don’t know what comes over me, but all of a sudden, I’m stepping up to stand between the girl and her goat and the rest of the men.
“Let the girl keep her goat,” I demand.
“Peeta, what are you doing?” asks Darius, concerned.
“Just…go on, D. I got this.”
“Look, there’s no use crying over spilled goat’s milk.” I joke. Darius turns to me, and I can tell the face he’s making beneath his helmet.
“What the hell are you babbling about?” my superior officer snarls.
I don’t even know. Really I’m just trying to distract him and get him to forget about the girl and let her go. I’ll persuade my superior, and the local man, because that’s what I’m good at.
But that doesn’t happen. Things get out of hand when the girl tries to sneak off with her goat while we’re talking, and all but Darius and me point guns at her. I lose my cool and shove the two guns away from her. “Hey! Back off!"
…
***
“Where’s Lady?” the girl from the lake demands.
“Who?”
“The goat. My goat, dammit!” She starts rapidly firing off words in a native tongue, probably cursing me out. “She’s my sister’s goat! She was a gift; she’s important, and I need her!”
“Okay, okay, calm down. I saved the goat. Sent it back to the village with my most trusted friend.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to escort you back home.”
She eyes me skeptically.
“I haven’t been ordered to or anything. It’s just, you took quite a blow, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”
She studies me a moment; then, apparently, she decides she believes me because she nods.
I smile. “So, you’ll allow it?”
“I’ll allow it."
***
I wake up in a cave, not knowing how I came to be here. All I remember is the riot getting out of hand, me taking off my helmet and something bashing me in the back of the head, and…the girl!
I turn to my right with a groan, and I see her beside me.
I try to sit up, but she tells me to lie back down. It’s just as well, for the entire cave is spinning. She takes a cloth out of a small, brown bowl of water, rings it out, and places it on my forehead, partially obscuring my eyes. I move it so I can see her better.
I moan a little when the pain hits.
“Shh, you’re alright. Just a nasty gash. But you’ll live. I’m sorry that I’m not a healer, but my mother is, and I’ve picked up a thing or two.”
“You. What’s your name?” I need to know.
“Katniss.”
“Oh. Pretty name. What does it mean?”
She seems amused by this, probably thinks I’m off my head from delirium.
“It’s a plant. An edible water plant with white flowers and tubers.”
“Oh, like the ones you dug up from the lake that one time?”
Shit. Now she knows it was me watching her.
“Yeah, like those ones.” Her pretty lips upturn slightly.
I study her a moment. “Uh, so I assume you knew I was watching you the whole time.”
“Yeah, I knew. I have…heightened senses, let’s just say.”
I nod. “And how did you know it was me back there?"
“I saw your tattoo,” she replies plainly, “and your face.”
“You know about my tattoo?” I quirk a brow.
“Yeah. It means you’re a Peacekeeper, right?”
I nod.
"Why are you doing this, then?” I murmur.
She presses her lips into a thin smile and says, “Because you helped me once.”
***
“If you’re gonna blend in and be one of us, Peeta, you have to pass the initiation,” says Katniss.
“Oh yeah?” I cock my head to the side. At this point, I’m ready for anything. “And what’s that?”
She grins. “Milk Lady.”
Except that.
Katniss is screwing with me, surely. She wants me to milk a goat? No way. I can’t milk a goat. And yet, I also can’t resist those eyes or that sexy little smirk-smile of hers, so I poke out my chest and clap my hands together. “Alright, lead the way.”
“Really?”
"Absolutely. Lady is practically famous. I’m ready to get up close and personal with her.”
Katniss laughs so hard she snorts. “Um, I think maybe you’re not quite healed from that head injury.” She raises her hand to touch the spot, stopping just short. I catch her wrist and place it on the side of my face, and I hear her breath hitch.
“I’m fine, Katniss. But thank you for being concerned about me.”
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