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Splinter
Note: Lil SNW Spirk ficlet! Thanks for the prompt, @introvertia (may well write more of those prompts- the night is young!)
Dabria was a woodsy sort of planet. Having grown up in a desert, Spock enjoyed an environment featuring new species of trees and Jim, having grown up amongst corn fields, was equally enamored.
Jim had found himself just as enamored with watching Spock’s reactions to things on missions with the Enterprise. People called him impassive, but if one watched closely, they could observe the tapestry of microexpressions on display. An away mission just as intriguing to Jim Kirk, and one that occasionally distracted him from the actual mission.
This time, he found Spock frowning, his tricorder hanging from his shoulder as he narrowed his eyes. His attention was not on the trees but on his own finger.
“Problem, Mr. Spock?” Jim smiled at him in the way that he knew made Spock cast him a longer look than was necessary.
“I have acquired a splinter,” Spock said. “It is proving difficult to extract.”
They stood beneath the canopy of redwood trees so tall they could not see where the tops ended. But for now, their eyes were only on each other.
“Oh, no problem,” Kirk said, holding out his hand. “Let me take a look.”
Spock held his splintered finger close to his chest rather comically, casting a wary eyebrow at Kirk.
“Unless you are carrying a needle or a pair of tweezers,” Spock said, “I do not see that you are anymore adept than I am at removing it.”
“Shows what you know,” Jim said haughtily. “I was quite literally raised in a barn. Hay bales and unfinished wood. I have a graduate degree in splinter removal. Give it here.”
Spock took a deep breath as if embarking on a mission both grave and hazardous and proffered his hand.
Jim stepped a little closer and gently took Spock’s hand.
Jim’s heart rate accelerated beyond the bounds of good health, he thought. He was not unaware that Spock’s breath was short and heard him audibly swallow.
The splinter was a tiny dark red spine embedded in the pad of Spock’s left ring finger.
Jim knew about Vulcan hand sensitivity. Or rather, he’d heard something about it from Uhura after he’d gone and shaken Spock’s hand on first meeting him.
So he was careful, his touches soft as he squeezed the skin, moving the spine to the surface. It did not seem to be helping Spock, who took a little step back and then forward even closer to Kirk.
“I…apologize,” Kirk murmured, focussed on his task, “if this is wreaking havoc with your telepa-”
“Unnecessary,” Spock said, his voice wavering.
Jim glanced up at him, just inches away. Spock’s eyes were dilated, his lips parted.
Jim was woozy. He licked his lips and frowned down at their hands. His own hands seemed clumsy and blunt next to Spock’s long fingers.
Briefly, he flashed on an image of those hands touching him, tracing a line down his throat, down his chest…
No, no. Inappropriate, surely. The image shifted. Those fingers touching his lips, his tongue…
Strange. That little fantasy had almost seemed to come from outside of him.
They were on a mission for Christ’s sake.
Please don’t fuck my, boss, Jimmy, Sam had said sternly after seeing the way Jim looked at Spock that morning in the mess.
Jim wondered if the Vulcan hand sensitivity was contagious. He felt a faint tingling in his wrists. His teeth dug hard into his lip as he edged the spine out with the tip of his thumb nail.
“You have very nice hands,” he blurted out. “I dunno. They’re…elegant.”
“They are ordinary hands,” Spock insisted.
“Don’t think so,” Jim muttered, just as the splinter stuck out enough that he could grab it and drop it on the ground. “There we are.”
Yet, for a moment, he continued to hold Spock’s hand in his, staring up at him.
Jim looked in Spock’s eyes and that proved to be a mistake. They contained galaxies, he was sure. He would lose his way. Or find it?
He forgot what planet he was on for a moment.
Spock inhaled abruptly and snatched his hand back, the moment breaking.
“D-did you see…something?” Jim said. “Not that you-”
“I do not deliberately see into anyone’s mind upon physical contact,” Spock said, firmly. He turned on his heel, walking back down the trail.
Jim nodded and just as quickly frowned, trailing after him. “Hang on. You said deliberately. Did you…accidentally just see something, Mr. Spock?”
“We are lagging behind the others, Lieutenant,” Spock said, and Jim was certain he was smiling. Just barely. Just enough that only someone like him who was really looking would notice.
“Spock?”
“Come along, Lieutenant.”
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good night, spaceman
posting a random domestic doctordonna ficlet because my heart cannot contain it, honestly?? it's short and silly, something about settling in one of the first nights, but shhh mama need to let it out. read it as platonic or romantic, i don't really care. i know my preferences, but hey, if it works for you? coolio. also, if you drop a request in my asks, chances are, i'll write something else
"Whatcha doing?" he frowns from the doorframe.
Inside, fabric flies and his minds instantly sings parachutes! – no, nope. Why would there be parachutes? Pastel colours settle down quite mundanely. He stifles a disappointed sigh.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Donna retorts, bowing over it, arms at work. "Changing the bed!"
A beat of silence.
"Why?"
She stops. The Doctor tenses instinctively. Shouting Donna is the default setup. The TARDIS (shuddering to her timecore, he imagines) bangs the swearing filter back on the instant that woman steps inside again. Silence, though? Now, that's trouble.
"How do you sleep?"
He scratches his cheek, sincerely wondering.
"I don't, usually."
Another pause. A blatant I-am-so-done-with-your-Martian-things look, ominously familiar, sets over Donna's face. He tenses more, only for a quick nod to follow.
"Yeah, that checks out."
"Right, then... D'you need help?"
"That's bamboo linen," she points out.
Huh.
Is that something he should understand?
That's… new. Usually it's him baffling others with random words, not the other way around. At the risk of getting annihilated, albeit verbally, but actually he wouldn't bet that verbally only, the Doctor steps closer and reaches for the other end of the bedsheet.
"I'll just?.."
"Hands off, you!"
"Blimey!" he shakes his palm.
"That's actually fancy!" The Doctor's hand is still stinging with a slap. Donna half-grins at him, some secret laughter warming her eyes. "Spacemen who consistently ruin their ship aren't trusted around fancy stuff. And don't gimme that look, mate. I wasn't there the last few times, and neither was that coffee."
Well, moments like this, then. He'll be collecting them. That's gonna be a new habit, instead of collecting heartbreaks. Laughing again - and with Donna! Grinning back, hands in pockets, the Doctor decides to hold on to it. On the darkest nights, when thoughts run bitter and endless, he used to count the stars – the only light across the empty vastness of the space. Now he can count sparkles in his best friend's eyes. What a life! What a beautiful, beautiful life.
"I'll just stand there, then?"
"Yeah, try not to explode from doing nothing," she huffs, still smiling, "or else I'll disown you."
"Disown? When did you own me?"
He watches Donna roll her eyes and sigh with her whole chest while finishing the job.
"Day one."
Linens get smoothed over, and Donna's hands glide across the fabric, adding the last touch. She looks over. Neither of them can stop an idiotic little smile appear, and the Doctor welcomes it with both his hearts, for her and for himself. He nods in agreement, shining brighter than the sun. And he's been to the sun. Well, some of them, at least.
"Sounds about right."
"You bet, Spaceman."
She's going to leave for the night. Before doing so, however, Donna does walk over. Full of surprises, her. She tidies his collar, and frowns a little, and darts him a look that's simultaneously worried and caring.
"Listen, you. If anything happens. If your honestly severe sleep deprivation, I don't know, decides to burst into a horror show, or something…"
"Wait, what?"
"I mean, if you have nightmares–"
"Oh, come on! I'm not a five-year-old–"
"Yeah, you're worse!" she cuts him off, showing her You're So In Trouble face for a brief moment. Her every line softens. She's searching his eyes for something, clearly grappling for words, but cannot seem to find befitting ones. Then just sniffs her nose and finishes matter-of-factly. "Rose used to have them. Poor kid was dreaming your space nonsense… well, our space nonsense. All I'm saying is, I'm a light sleeper when I need to be. There."
She pushes a cushion in his chest, and the Doctor sways a little. Wihout missing a beat, his other hand is around Donna's shoulders. Brilliant, rude, kind-hearted Donna Noble. The one who brought him home.
"Thank you," he whispers.
"Good night, Spaceman."
And for the first time in literal ages, he's actually excited to have a boring, ordinary, good night.
#doctor who#doctor who fic#dw fic#fourteenth doctor#donna noble#14th doctor#doctor donna#the giggle spoilers#doctor donna fic#ALRIGHT IM JUST HAVING FEELINGS ABOUT MY SPECUAL BESTIES#i am 10000% sure donna would come if her alien streak had a nightmare#same way she did for rose#which is in the middle of the night half sleeping and then passing out 30 minutes later just holding them#also i just love writing silly stuff okay#my 😭💛💛#whofic
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Alright, one and all, strap in. It's time for M. B. Words to engage in self-congratulation (and self-promotion) of the most SHAMELESS variety.
The past few years hadn't been the greatest for me in terms of creative output - one series petered out, the inspiration fading, and another that I began started strong, but I soon found myself overwhelmed by the scale of the challenge I'd created for myself. Then came Enterprise, and (more specifically) Trip and T'Pol.
I've been a star Trek fan my entire life, but I'd never found myself compelled to write fic for it. And I've told this part of the story before - how the end of ENT and the utter hatchet job that was TATV made me want to give Trip and T'Pol something better than what the show had.
"I'll just write this little post-Terra Prime thing - few thousand words - and get it out of my system," I said.
Dear reader, this is not what occurred.
Part of it was the incredibly kind and supportive encouragement I received from the fandom, and more than that, for the first time in a while, I felt like I had a story to tell. A story that just kept growing.
So instead of a one-off, it turned into a series, and in the course of 2023, I've published work that I'm really proud of, and I'm not entirely sure what the alchemy is that's unlocked this for me, but it feels good to be creating and sharing, so I'm not going to question it.
That series, Built to Last, is comprised of the following:
From the Ground Up - 9.8k words, rated G. Post Terra Prime, Trip and T'Pol decide to give a relationship a shot. Surprise, surprise, it actually works.
What We Build Here - 22.7k words, rated G. The first six months of Trip and T'Pol's marriage, and their time on Earth, before the universe conspires against them.
For the Duration - 19.2k words, rated T. The Earth/Romulan War still happens in this timeline, sorry. (I may actually be proudest of this one, because I did some non-linear stuff that I think worked pretty well)
The Place We Call Home - ongoing, rated G. Babies and domestic bliss ahoy!
"But Words," you say, "Trip and T'Pol are super hot together. Have you written anything that caters to a...spicier palate?"
Funny you should ask! For most of my fic writing career, I’ve been a bit shy about writing sex scenes. But this autumn, driven by my ceaseless envy towards those who wrote them being oh-so-hot (you know who you are), I decided this was a challenge I needed to undertake for myself. I still haven’t written I’d rate E (maybe someday, I dunno), but I think I’m getting better at it!
Rounding the Bases
Mine
Intoxicants
I’ve also (ALSO!) posted some ficlets here on tumblr that I’ve collected over on AO3.
Scrapbook
Cinnamon Candy
tl;dr if you’ve stuck around this long - I’ve written a ton this year, and I’m happy about it, like really, genuinely pleased with it, and I hope you don’t mind me sharing it with all of you. Happy New Year.
#fic#ao3#trip x t'pol#star trek enterprise#big ole post#shameless self promotion#but also I just…want to share?#thanks all#happy new year
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if you're still accepting requests, what about t4t lesbian steddie? them having their First Ever Girls' Night together, maybe they're not even dating yet bc they don't want to risk the friendship with like. the one other person in The Whole World (small town indiana) who gets them. much pining and trans joy ensues.
-stevieharringtonwifeguy (it's a sideblog so i can't send an ask from there, but if you do end up doing something with this please tag me, not sure how anonymous asks work with notifications)
AHHH THIS ONE MADE ME NERVOUS. For one, and I know it makes no fucking sense because I have never lived the experience of a gay man, but I have never lived the experience of a trans person and for some reason my brain was like, you don't get to write this experience. But then I said, these are fictional characters, that you write even more fictional things about, and what the hell is the harm in trying to write an authentic small town t4t lesbian experience for these two. So @stevieharringtonwifeguy I really hope I did this justice, and that the wait was worth it. I also admit part of the reason I've been so incredibly nervous was that I haven't read more than a handful of ficlets with t4t Steddie, but after this I would LOVE some recommendations for more. Thank you so much for sending this! - Mickala ❤️
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“Oh. Okay. Well, that’s okay. Em and I can still have fun,” Stevie said, voice only slightly shaky despite her sudden nerves.
“Sorry, I swear if I didn’t have a fever, I’d still be there,” Robin said over the phone.
“Feel better, Robs.”
Stevie hung up with her best friend, letting out a sigh and leaning her head against the table.
“Everything okay, Stevie?” Em asked from the doorway.
It was supposed to be girls night, Em’s first with Robin and Stevie, and now Robin was stuck in bed with the flu.
Not a great start.
Stevie and Em had spent hardly any time alone since Robin first introduced them. It wasn’t for any particular reason, it’s just that Stevie was really cautious about who she got close to, and it seemed Em was the same way.
But now they were having an entire night alone. Together. Alone.
Did she say alone yet? No one else would be there.
This was only a big deal because she had the biggest, most ridiculous crush on Em.
How could she not? She was fucking beautiful, and fun, and kind, and entertaining, and perfect.
It may be more than a crush.
But Em wasn’t into women, or at least that's what Robin said.
That she’d asked her out once after band practice senior year and Em said that she didn’t date girls.
So Stevie had to let it go the best she could and just try to welcome her to the group.
“It’s okay. Robin’s sick. Can’t come,” Stevie said against her arm.
“Oh. Do you want me to go?”
“What?” Stevie sat up, eyes wide and sad.
“You just seemed like you might not wanna do it anymore without her?”
“No! That’s not it. I’m just a little bummed, but we can still have fun,” Stevie tried changing her tone so it was full of more excitement.
“Oh. Good,” Em smiled at her shyly.
Em wasn’t usually very shy around Robin. Others, sure, but never when Robin was around.
Their plans tonight were pretty simple: paint nails, watch movies, eat candy, sleep.
But Robin was supposed to be bringing the candy, so Stevie was gonna have to improvise a bit.
She stood up from the table and walked to her cabinets, her mostly empty cabinets, and started rummaging through. There had to be some kind of decent snacks.
“I could run to the store and grab something?” Em offered as she watched Stevie push things around in her cabinets, clearly struggling to find a decent snack.
“We could make an actual dinner? I have spaghetti,” Stevie hesitantly suggested.
Em smiled and nodded.
“I love spaghetti.”
Stevie smiled and pulled out a pot to fill with water. She set it on the stove to boil and then searched for the jar of sauce she knew was in the cabinet by the fridge.
“Shit. Where is it?”
“I can help,” Em said, coming up behind Stevie and placing her hand on her back.
Stevie tried to cover the shiver that ran down her back, but couldn’t quite manage it.
“Are you cold?” Em asked, concern in her voice and on her face.
“No! I’m okay. I’ll get some of the other stuff I need if you wanna look for the sauce. It’s uh, red?”
Em smirked.
“I’ll do my best.”
They continued on their separate tasks, until Em finally let out a loud “ah-ha!” and held up the jar of sauce.
She brought it over to Stevie, proud smile lighting up her face.
She was so beautiful, Stevie let herself bask in it for a moment. She couldn’t help it with the way Em just glowed.
Em cleared her throat, giving Stevie a nervous smile.
“Okay?” She asked.
“Oh! Yes. Thank you for finding this,” Stevie rushed to say, grabbing the jar from her and turning back to the pot she’d grabbed to heat the sauce and add her secret ingredients.
She could feel Em watching her, and instead of making her nervous like it should, it made her want to show off.
Stevie was a great cook, though she never did it unless it was for the kids she babysits or Robin.
“Do you want any help? I don’t wanna get in the way,” Em said, her face slightly pink.
Stevie didn’t need help, she could handle it easily, but having Em help her cook sounded like the kind of domestic fantasy she’d been picturing for almost a year now.
“Sure. You wanna add the pasta to the water first and then I’ll have you stir the sauce for a second?”
Em quickly followed her instructions as Stevie measured out some honey, brown sugar, and cayenne pepper to add to the sauce.
“Can I ask you something kind of…well, really personal? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” Em said nervously.
“Sure,” Stevie responded with a comforting smile.
She was used to personal questions from the kids. They meant well, and they were just curious, but sometimes they asked the wildest shit.
“How did you pick your name?”
Stevie didn’t expect that one. Not because she’d never been asked about it before, but because her name was so close to her birth name, most people just assumed she didn’t put much thought into it.
“I actually picked it because of a boy I spent most of my time with at summer camp when I was little. We were inseparable there, did everything together. I told him that sometimes I didn’t really feel like a boy, and that I knew I liked girls, but didn’t know why I wanted to be one sometimes. He started calling me Stevie and it just stuck. He was my best friend there for years until he just stopped coming. The next summer I ended up starting my transition and it just made sense to go by Stevie.”
Em was quiet. She stirred the ingredients into the sauce as Stevie spoke, not commenting when she was done.
“I don’t know what happened to him. Nobody at the camp knew.”
Em turned to Stevie with a frown.
“Nobody knew because Wayne made sure it was a secret. Even told the school that I was his niece he never knew about and his nephew had moved back home.”
Stevie’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“Wayne was Eddie’s uncle…”
“Yeah…”
Em and Stevie stared at each other, until it dawned on Stevie what she was saying.
“Oh my god. It was you.”
The realization made Stevie let out a sob.
“I cried for a week straight the summer you didn’t show. They almost sent me home,” Stevie said, resisting the urge to throw herself at Em. She’d missed their friendship for years. “The counselor in my cabin tried calling Wayne even to find out where you were.”
Em’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“I’m sorry. I knew how to contact you, but I got scared. I didn’t want you to think I was doing anything to like, compete with you? I dunno. It’s stupid now. No one, especially not you, would think that,” Em rambled.
Stevie put down the dishes she was pulling from the cabinet and turned to Em.
“When I told my parents I was a lesbian, they asked about ‘that boy from camp’ and asked why I had to be trans and gay, like either of those things are a choice. I’m trying to imagine what the hell they would say about ‘that girl from camp.’”
“Well, she didn’t know she was a girl yet at camp. Not really.”
“But she was, whether she knew it or not.”
They were staring at each other, blush on both their cheeks.
“You wanna go pick a movie?” Stevie finally asked, trying to get a second of space so she could process everything.
“Sure.”
The moment Em left the kitchen, Stevie let out a shaky breath.
Everything made sense. The way she was drawn to Em so quickly, the way that even with her shyness, they got along so well. The way her wide eyes seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite place them now that she wore mascara and eyeliner.
Stevie had loved Em before she was Em, it only made sense she loved her now.
She could hear Em turning on Netflix, the volume of the tv just loud enough to hear the opening notes on the welcome screen.
She drained the pasta, and placed some on the plates she’d just gotten down. She added a couple scoops of the sauce on top and sprinkled some Parmesan cheese over it all.
She brought the plates to the living room and smiled when she saw Em getting comfortable on the sofa.
“Your dinner, your majesty,” Stevie said dramatically, handing over the plate.
“Why thank you, chef,” Em replied just as dramatically.
Stevie sat down on the couch next to her, mixing the sauce around on the plate to evenly coat the noodles.
“I’m glad you got to be who you always felt like you were, Stevie,” Em said quietly. “I’m sorry I disappeared.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I get it. I’m glad you get to be Em now.”
“Yeah, me too.”
They smiled at each other fondly, then turned back to the movie and ate their dinner in silence.
It was 13 Going On 30, which had been one of Stevie’s favorites on movie night at camp.
Em remembered.
But Stevie couldn’t possibly say anything about it, it would give her feelings away in a second.
When they were both done eating, Em took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them and Stevie went to the bathroom to grab her nail polish collection.
But the mood had shifted a bit when they both made it back to the couch.
“I’m pretty tired,” Em sighed, curling up against the pillow on the end of the couch.
“I could paint your nails for you if you want? You can rest,” Stevie offered.
It may have been slightly selfish to offer at this point, but she would take what she could get.
Em gave her a soft smile and nodded.
“What color?” Stevie asked as she held out the basket.
“Surprise me. I trust you,” Em said as her eyes closed and she moved her hands out so Stevie had access to her nails.
“Oh. Okay.”
Stevie watched her for a moment, the way she relaxed into the couch, completely trusting Stevie to pick a color, paint her nails, and let her sleep.
Stevie found a dark red, nearly maroon, that she’d only used once and decided she didn’t like it with her skin tone, but knew it would work for Em.
She got started, focusing intently on making sure she didn’t get any on her skin, and going through two coats and a clear coat to make sure it stays fresh for at least a few days.
She leaned over to start gently blowing on them so they would dry faster.
When she looked up, Em’s eyes were open and she was giving her a sleepy smile.
“Thanks, Stevie,” Em whispered.
“Like the color?”
“Mhm. ‘S pretty, like you,” Em said before closing her eyes again.
What.
“What?”
Stevie couldn’t pull away or look away or stop her thoughts from racing.
Em didn’t date girls, that’s what she’d told Robin.
Then again, that was two years ago, when they were still in high school.
And maybe she’d said it to protect herself.
Hawkins wasn’t exactly a queer friendly space, that’s why Stevie had to be extremely careful during her transition, and why Em and Wayne had probably just straight up lied about hers.
But still.
Stevie gently placed Em’s hands down against the couch, hoping she wouldn’t move too much since they were still slightly wet.
She got up and ran to her room, furiously texting Robin.
Robin wasn’t answering but that didn’t stop her from sending a million texts.
She was damn close to a panic attack when she heard shuffling in the hall.
“Stevie? You awake?” Em asked outside her door.
“Uh, yeah. Come in!”
No! Stupid! You’re having a fucking crisis, don’t tell her to come in!
But she was in the room already, tired but concerned when she saw the way Stevie was rocking back and forth on her bed.
“What’s wrong?” Em asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Nothing. Just kind of tired.”
“You look strung out.”
“I’m fine.”
“Stevie-“ Em cut herself off with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry you found out like this. I should’ve told you earlier.”
“No, I get it. It’s okay. It’s not up to anyone but you who to tell and when, ya know? It’s your story, you’re the author, if you don’t wanna write it for others, then don’t.”
Em was smirking.
“That is word for word what Robin told me when I came out to her.”
Shit. Yeah, she’d given her that speech, too.
“You know, she asked me on a date once,” Em continued, scooting closer to Stevie in bed.
“I know.”
“I turned her down.”
“Yeah. You said you didn’t date girls.”
“That’s not what I said.”
Stevie watched as Em reached a hand out to cover Stevie’s knee.
“I said that I didn’t date girls who I couldn’t completely relate to,” Em said with a small smile. “You know what I mean?”
Stevie felt her body relax.
Em only dated trans women. It made sense.
“So like…”
“Stevie, I’ve been so fucking in love with you for so long, I don’t even think any other woman would have a chance in hell.”
Oh.
Okay.
“Can I kiss you?” Stevie managed to ask, despite her nerves and shock at the turn of events.
“Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.”
When Stevie leaned in to kiss her, she knew this was one of those life altering moments, one of those events that happens and your entire life plan course corrects to completely revolve around this person, this thing happening.
When their lips met, Stevie knew she’d waited for this.
That anyone else she’d managed to kiss over the years couldn’t even be put on the same list as Em. That no matter what happened with them long term, she would never love anyone quite like she loved Em.
And with the way Em smiled into the kiss that neither of them wanted to pull away from, she seemed to think the same.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#t4t steddie#they're lesbians your honor#ficlet#requests
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fanfic writer questions
Thanks so much for the tag @sideguitars
1- How many works do you have on AO3?
Twenty. A good mix of one-shots and longer fics that I will finish someday...
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
534,441
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Supergirl but I've dabbled with Legends of Tomorrow and have a few unpublished fics for different fandoms that I might share
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
A Rich Girl With Issues (I swear I'm almost done with the last chapter. The flu kicked my ass but I'm finishing up. My weird Lena becomes a vigilante fic. I still am amazed that people like it as much as they do)
Maybe I'm Too Afraid to Admit It (Kind of cute Kara realizes she has feelings for Lena. I really don't know why this one resonated with so many people)
Somewhere You Can't Follow (My weird (and poorly written) Legends and Supergirl crossover. I would love to go back and actually rewrite large bits of this but the dialogue is on point, at least. Oh and Lena gets to see her mom again so that's a plus)
Denial is Not Just a River in Egypt (I have no memory of this place fic)
Nothing Gold Can Stay (My one and only kidfic but I love it to pieces)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I do and I don't. I'm a lot more offline than I was when I first started writing and if too much time passes, I feel weird about responding since I feel like I'm bothering people but I am trying to be better about it. Because I really do cherish each one
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably nothing I've posted yet would count but I do have one that I plan to post soon-ish that's so angsty I took a year to decide whether or not to share it.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I think all of my one-shots have pretty standard happy endings. I think I'll say that either Rich Girl or Nothing Gold Can Stay will have the happiest endings (in my opinion) Wait (a little longer) and see
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I'll get the occasional weird comment. Nothing out of the ordinary. I did get a really rude bookmark once that kind of made me laugh. They hated the story yet still chose to bookmark it which is a choice.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I dabble in it. There's a snippet floating around somewhere on tumblr that I'm too lazy to find. I'll share it once I finish the first chapter. It's a bit out of my wheelhouse but its fun? Very different kind of writing than what I'm used to.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I write a lot of crossovers. I think when I write fic, I want to see something a little strange and unique that I can't find elsewhere. I'm working on a fic now where Kara meets Matt Murdock, that's not an interaction I ever envisioned myself writing.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so? To be fair, I haven't ever cared enough to check. I don't think I'm popular enough to get a fic stolen xD
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have! Someone translated one of my fics into Russian. I was incredibly flattered that they liked it enough to do so.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, and I think it's mostly because I'm quite a selfish writer? I know what and how I want to write so collaboration is quite difficult. Maybe I still have some leftover trauma from all the group projects of my past.
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
Supercorp, if that wasn't very, very obvious.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'll finish them all!
16. What are your writing strengths?
I really don't know and that's not just me being modest. I don't really think I do anything particularly well?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Being succinct. Every ficlet wants to be a multi-chaptered story and every multi-chaptered story wants to be a novel
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I think if implemented well it can be a great addition. If it's merely tacked on, however... I feel it not only doesn't add anything to the story but it makes the reader aware that they're reading a story. A bit of the magic is lost in the clunky execution.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
On AO3 Supercorp but I've dabbled in fandom for years and years. There's ancient Xena fic somewhere in my mother's basement
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Probably has to be Rich Girl but I really am fond of Swear Not by the Moon, as well. I've really enjoyed expanding the scope of Supergirl's world a bit and watching the characters slowly grow over the course of the story
No-pressure tags, of course: I never know who to tag in these until I finish these but if you like @rustingcat @vox-ex @sazernac
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how do i know (i love him)
it's not just will who's decided to go to his older sibling for relationship advice, it's mike, as well... (companion to this ficlet!)
Nancy thinks the world must be ending.
Well--it is, of course. Ash rains down from the sky, and Hawkins is constantly shaking with aftershocks from the 'earthquake.' But those things are nothing in the face of the actual harbinger of the apocalypse: the fact that Mike stands in the door of Nancy’s bedroom right now, rocking back and forth on his feet like he’s nervous. He knocked. He knocked on her door before he came in! What gives?
“What’s the matter?” Nancy asks him, not in the mood for tomfoolery. “Is there something wrong?”
“No,” he huffs. “I just wanted to ask you a question.”
That’s new. “What is it, then?”
His face contorts, kind of like he’s constipated, and he steps fully in and shuts the door. “How did you know you liked Jonathan?”
Oh, he is definitely possessed. “Why are you asking?” She knows he and El broke up last week, maybe it’s something to do with that. But the two of them have never really talked about their feelings together before, much less their romantic relationships.
Her question is sufficient to make him go beet red, and he pouts. “Not your business.”
She sighs, too. “Um, well, he was always there for me, you know? I could always count on him, and I knew he wouldn’t judge me. With Steve, all I wanted was to be normal, but that just wasn’t going to happen. I don’t have to be something I’m not with Jonathan. He cares about people a lot. He’s selfless. He’s one of the best people I know.”
“I guess that makes sense,” says Mike carefully, and Nancy can see the gears turning in his head, though she can’t piece together what he could be thinking.
And then, before she can say anything else, he whirls back out of the room as quickly as he came with naught but a shout of “Thanks!” over his shoulder.
Nancy shakes her head. Who knows what’s gotten into him.
what's gotten into him is HOMOSEXUAL ADORATION for his best friend. mwah. should i write a part 3 yes or no 👀
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FANFIC TAGGING GAME
I got (honorable) tagged by the wonderful @theartofdreaming1- thanks!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 321
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
1,322,068 words (at the moment)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Still writing for The Flash, but every once in a while a new show/movie grabs my fancy and I write a few fics for that.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
An unimpressive bunch but here goes: Muse (456), Replacement Scrunchie (393), Fallen Star (357), Inconvenient Inspiration (343), and Drabbles (277). Muse is a handful of one-shots based solely off spoilers before I saw the eps they were for. Replacement Scrunchie is my sole fic for the TATBILB fandom about Peter & LJ's first date (which was way less impressive than what the sequel movie gave us, WOW). Fallen Star is my most popular westallen fic to date, so that one's actually not too surprising. But both Inconvenient Inspiration and Drabbles are requested (the latter) and spontaneous (the former) brainstorming ficlets and snippets for The Flash/WA. Bo-ring.
5. Do you respond to comments?
Eventually.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Oh, gosh, I have so many unfinished fics that it's hard to remember the complete ones that I finished that didn't end so happy, of which there aren't many. Maybe...Breaking Point though.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
All the others have happy endings. Go read them. Lol.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
When I wrote for another fandom I did, but not really in The Flash fandom, which is nice.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yep. And uh...descriptive, I guess? I'm def not the best out there, but I do my best and for the most part smut-lovers seem to enjoy.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I've attempted a couple crossovers, but I haven't completed any or gotten far with them, usually because there wasn't an audience for it.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yeah, I discovered a whole bunch on another website years ago.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
In the process of it!
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Stuck on Westallen atm, but I used to write Chair, and I was highly obsessed with them as well.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Oh god, I have SO MANY WIPs. One that I really want to finish but fear I won't though has got to be He's MY Barry Allen. I'm just stuck on what the next chapter will look like, and as of yet no one has come forward with a solution. Lol. The Problem is Tony Woodward is another one like that.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I'd like to think I can hook people into my fics fairly well and drop enough cliffies to keep them coming back for more. But ofc the smut helps too. Most of my fics include at least some smut, even a single scene.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Sometimes I have trouble making a chapter (or a scene for that matter) all that long. I've seen people write like 10k+ for a chap, and unless I'm crazy inspired, roughly 1-3k is what you're getting.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I actually dabbled in this a little bit for a westallen fic where Iris was learning Italian, I think? I did some research and managed to sift in enough for that one-shot, but I can't imagine I'd do it repeatedly or for a multi-chap.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I believe it was the STAR WARS prequels, but it might've been The Day After Tomorrow.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
It's unfinished, but there's so much untapped potential in my Flashpoint fic. Lots of world-building that's present as it rides the line between canon divergent and AU. Hopefully one day I'll get back to it.
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As much as I'd love to tag a bunch of people, I can't recall anyone who still writes fic that I follow on here, so I'll just shout out my bestie @simplylove101 who is prob done with writing but may want to answer these questions either way!
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What is your favourite fic of yours you have done and why?
okay that's actually a really hard question because i'm not one of those people who hates everything they write, i actually like a lot of what i write and i have sooooo much of it. i literally have 77 nalu fics rn that's too many
i think about this a lot but the answer literally changes all the time and i cannot settle on just one so i will give you a handful even though i know that's cheating but i don't want to give you a boring answer
i don't want to be your friend (i want to kiss your lips)
an early banger. i very specifically remember having vivid thoughts of the scene where gray is like "yo are you okay? this is weird" to lucy. it was the first fic i felt like i really executed the idea exactly how i wanted to. i also hold a lot of fondness for it because i know that a lot of people love the jealous lucy trope but don't like the villainisation of "the other woman" and i'm really happy to be able to give those people an option. it's also one of jodi's favourite fics so i like to go "hehe jodi <3" when i think about it
what you mean to me
kind of an underrated banger ngl??? another early idea that i remember having such vivid ideas for but as opposed to the last one, i feel like it ended up turning out different from how i originally envisioned it. sometimes that's a bad thing but i think with this one it turned out better than i could have hoped for. i think it's just a really unique concept that was executed in a fun, silly, fluffy way. i'm really proud of it and i hope more people read it
under your hands (i come undone)
i did this as a warmup request for hannah that just got out of control??? i had just finished reading some really good rvb fic by an author i admired at the time (but now realise was entirely up their own ass but c'est la vie i suppose) and i had been really inspired by their portrayal of male vulnerability during sex and i wanted to do something with that. i had asked for requests in the aan server and i can't remember what exactly it was but i remember things just falling into place between the prompt and my need to write a truly vulnerable natsu during smut. this fic has some of my rawest lines ever and i think it's pretty great
ten baby dragons (or less)
i have no recollection of what inspired this but i remember thinking to myself "can i write a fic in one sitting?" and then i wrote this. i feel like the "i want ten of these" line was inspired but like a nahdie art from back in the day? i'm certain it wasn't an original line but i just had to yoink it. usually i'm not one for kidfics but with nalu i just feel like it really works for them and i love writing about natsu's internal dialogue and his wants and needs and how they change over time. natsu grows a lot as a person over the course of the series and i love exploring that and i think this fic was a fun, cute execution of that
what it feels like to fall in love
september was really the start of when i started feeling just shitty garbage poopoo about my writing and i just felt like i couldn't do it, everything i wrote was bad, felt like i had peaked etc. etc. now looking back i realised what triggered this was actual real trauma i had been through over the past year so i don't blame myself too much but this was the one fic i was like. oh i can still write and i can still write well. it was sort of based on this old "do you believe in soulmates?" ficlet i had written a few months before and i felt like this was the evolved version of that. it also helps that i got a lot of really positive feedback on this one in a time where i was struggling really badly with my worth as a person and a writer so this fic sort of represents a sense of hope for recover for me as i try to grapple with the lingering effects of what happened to me
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Hey there!! If you're still doing the ao3 wrapped, I'm curious about 1, 20, and 30! 💕
Hey Cam! I sure am— Thanks for sending these in!
1. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?
😅 Smut! I never in my life thought I'd write smut and then about halfway through the year I was possessed by a Taylor Swift song (and @athenasparrow) and wrote Things That Haven't Happened Yet. I honestly really had fun with it, the response was unreal to me, and I definitely will continue to do it!
20. Share your favorite ending line
Oh this is so tough...there are several that makes me evil cackle because of the sheer chaos I received in my comments, and then some that just make me all warm and fuzzy. I'm going to go with evil cackle and say this line from a 191-word microfic for anniversary.
Their third anniversary never comes.
30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?
Ahhh I've been secretly hoping someone would ask me this! I'm really excited to continue this regency ficlet I wrote for Jilytober, as well as a first-war AU I've had percolating in my brain for a while. I'm actually outlining both of them right now and spent my night making pinterest boards for them both 😅
Thanks so much again! <3
End-Of-Year Writer Asks
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @deerna and @jawanaka !
How many works do you have on A03?
110 - but this would probably be +200 if I had been crossposting my fanvids there. I still remember when video embeds did not work on AO3 pages. But that was ages ago. And I’m terrible at crossposting. Especially when I have so many to crosspost at this point.
What's your total A03 word count?
280,783
What fandoms do you write for?
In the past it was Stargate SG-1/Atlantis, Heroes and Sanctuary and a lovely romp with Being Human UK. Star Trek. These days I’m still on The Witcher, with the occasional fleeting non-witcher stuff I manage to finish.
What are your top five fics by kudos?
I can see through you, The Witcher Netflix. My Geralt and Jaskier role reversal thing. More like a role inversion.
Surface Tension, The Witcher Netflix. soft very established relationship Geralt/Yen/Jaskier smut.
Papa’s Got a Brand New Suit, Star Trek: Deep Space 9. Julian/Garak PWP. From ye olde porn battle days.
Learning Curve, The Witcher Netflix. Yen/Jaskier, post-season 2 soft feelings and sex with an emphasis on all of Yennefer's pain.
Heart Tap, The Witcher Netflix. Leshen Eskel(/Geralt). My first story about what it could be like for Eskel to live with his transformation into a monster. I'm actually surprised this is in my top 5 kudos considering how niche it is but man I love my tree boyfriend and have so many more thoughts about him that I haven't gotten out yet...
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I try to respond to comments when I can. Sometimes it takes forever and sometimes I do forget to respond to comments but man I love rolling around in them.
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
My angstiest endings are for fic that I haven’t finished or posted on AO3 yet for more of my witcher fixations.
But for posted things?? Hmm. I do have an old Heroes fic called Code of Hammurabi that is Peter/Sylar time travel AU that’s particularly angsty and gave me the chance to rummage around in the way Peter would endure in a very very messy situation.
Oh, my Doctor Sleep ficlet is also pretty angsty. Danny reflecting on his time with Billy when Billy's ghost shows up. I'm smiling upside down is the name of that ficlet.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Oh that’s probably my smutty fluffy thing for Being Human. PWP. Moon Mambo, Hal/Tom.
Do you get hate on fics?
No, but I sense that’s only a matter of time before someone directs their hate at me.
Do you write smut?
Yup.
Do you write crossovers?
Yes, but not for a very long time. I have a “Ciri collects all the young girl protagonists from sci-fi/fantasy books for a group project” crossover idea but my focus is too scattered to get that going. I did start it with a Nona-meets-Ciri Locked Tomb/witcher crossover here: Call to Adventure.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of. I think my stuff is far too niche and self-indulgent for that kind of thing but who knows. The internet is a smaller place these days but people seem to find new ways to steal.
Alternatively: I did learn that someone submitted one of my Stargate SG-1 vids to a Creation Con fanvid contest that had prize money in it. That was very upsetting to learn well after the fact.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, not co-written. But I do love rolling around with my beta and workshopping my fic into better shape and a lot of my stuff ends up way better as a result of my betas. And I also love doing the same with folks who ask me for beta. It’s a fun kind of collaboration.
What's your all-time favourite ship?
Agh this one is so hard. Don’t make me pick just one. Aeryn/John from Farscape. Fraser/Ray(s) from due South. I don’t write a lot of book Yennefer/Geralt but they also are It for me.
What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Oh my god, definitely my TWN Leshkel canonical divergence AU thing. I have something like a whole season 2 (not a fix-it) outlined, with lots of stuff focusing on Ciri and Leshy Eskel, and Leshy Eskel with Triss. With more stuff about witcher-and-leshen biology and Wolf School disappearing, Kaer Morhen becoming a magical greenhouse where a mythical Swallow is rumored to visit every 6 years.
What are your writing strengths?
Description, maybe characterizations. Theme and tone.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Too much description, comma splices. Slow pacing.
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I think it’s fun to do but it can be a lot to read and I definitely will overthink the writing and both the reading. If it suits the characterization and context clues within the text, I think that’s cool. But I think it’s fine to go without con-lang or other languages in fic. It’s just a matter of texture and color that adds to the scene, you know?
First fandom you wrote for?
Stargate SG-1.
Favourite fic you've ever written?
Ever??? It’s so hard to pick just one. Hang on, I got several of those ‘rec 5 of your favorite fics’ asks in my inbox. Lemme see if I can pick 5 for that.
#whewwww i have been ill this month but i finally have energy to pick up one of my tag games! yayayayay#i must have at least another 100k of fic i've written in the last 14 months that's not finished. i really ought to do a wip amnesty thing#but i don't wanna let go#hmmmm#tag game#writing meme#meme#fic meme#ao3 meme#textpost
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Damn it's been a while since I posted something I'm proud of writing, so here's a ficlet for Kallamar/Follower cause I wanted to write something that anyone with a Cult of the Lamb OC could insert them into if they wanted, so enjoy this short ficlet.
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The One Who Understands Him
Being immortal had its perks, Shamura had assured Kallamar, but the squid-like bishop still had his worries. What if no one followed his teachings now? What if those that did saw his cowardice and decided to leave? Would he be able to keep them from turning their backs to the old gods?
Worry plagued him on a daily basis. He was scared of the responsibilities he was given. Anchordeep was a large place, how was he supposed to do anything significant there without worrying about the worst case scenario?
Kallamar had decided to take a walk to clear his thoughts as much as he could when he came across an injured resident of his domain. Knocked out, beaten and left for dead. Fish swimming about would nibble at them, but scattered once Kallamar got close enough to inspect the damage. They would be able to heal up nicely if they got back to the temple, so he decided to do just that; melting into the ground and emerging back in his inner sanctuary.
He had gotten to patching up the injuries he could see, but given he didn’t know the full extent of what happened all he could do was watch over them and hope for the best.
When they did finally open their eyes three days later, Kallamar burst into tears thanking the old gods that they were okay. The resident seemed dazed, yet when their eyes landed on the weeping bishop they reached out to put a hand against him.
“Are�� are you okay?”
“You-You’re not dead! I-I actually didn’t kill you!”
“That’s… quite an odd thing to say to someone… but if you’re the one who saved me, thank you.” They sat up, wincing slightly. “Those rammers did a number on me.”
Kallamar looked at them as they inspected the bandages wrapped around them. They didn’t seem to know who he was, or at least they didn’t acknowledge his ranking.
“How… how did you end up in your predicament?” Kallamar asked.
“Huh? Oh! I um…” They fiddled with the blanket that covered their lower half. “I wanted to get some crystals to make some charms to sell. The orange ones look like tiny little sunsets when the light hits them just right…” They admitted. “Usually I don’t have much to deal with… but when the crystals don’t grow back… you gotta venture further out… you know?”
Kallamar did understand to an extent, crystal harvesting was something he liked to do so his temples could be decorated with all manner of sparkly bits and bobbles, but-
“Straying too far from the villages is a death sentence to those inexperienced with handling what’s out in the vast deep. You could have been killed.” His tone became serious as he took to grabbing a few things around the room with a few of his extra tentacles before coming back to their side to examine them. If there was anything that made him change his tune in a situation quickly it was someone inexperienced in combat being unable to defend themselves.
“Well… not many of us know how to fight since our beloved bishop protects us.” They admitted, allowing the bishop in question to look them over and rewrap their bandages who paused at their words. “I’ve heard he’s quite a swordsman, so strong and protective of Anchordeep. He’s made living here a lot safer for us here, and I’m thankful to him and his high priests for making this place as safe as it is. I must have just wandered into a wild area by accident.”
Hold on.. They didn’t know who Kallamar was?
That was…new.
Strange.
“Surely you know you’re in one of his temple’s, correct?” He asked as he finished up and disposed of the old bandages. “A-and that you know what the bishop of this land looks like?”
“I do.. See that, yes. As for the bishop? No, I haven’t. I live in a smaller village that he doesn’t ever come to, we just hear the stories from the bigger towns when merchants come to trade and buy from the farmers and craftspeople.” They looked at him. “You must be important to the old faith given your size. Right?”
Kallamar flushed a deeper blue color. “I-I guess you could say that, yes.”
“Then maybe… I should stick around and pay you back for saving my life. It’s the least I could do. Even if it’s for a little while.”
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“Kallamar? Can I ask you a question?” Kallamar looked to his follower, the one who’d been around since his godhood started. It had been a few years now and they spent time around the temple keeping things nice and tidy, yet from time to time they’d join the bishop on outings and asked him to teach them a few things. Kallamar was a worrier, yes, but some form of contentment would wash over him anytime they spoke to him. They willingly wanted to listen to him and talk with him. There was no sense of fear in their tone, more curiosity and innocence that came from where they once lived. The squid was thankful for that. For them.
“You can ask me anything you wish to.”
“The others tell me how… different I am. You… let me talk to you like I’m on.. The same level as you.” His follower rung their hands, looking out into the vast deep as the two rested from their sparring practice. “It took me… months to figure out you were the bishop in all the stories I’d heard about. Stupid of me, I’ll admit, but are you… okay with me calling you by your name?”
Kallamar looked to them with a look of shock, but also a bit of realization. It was different, yes, but since they met, they’ve been a close friend and confidant of the bishop. Kallamar was surprisingly okay with hearing his name come from their mouth even after they joined his sect.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked.
“W-well the others call you ‘Great Leader’ or ‘Master’, I just feel… I don’t know…”
“You’re worried that I hate that you call me by my name?”
A small nod and look of shame came over the follower’s face. “You’ve done so much for me that I could never fully pay back, but sometimes I worry that you regret saving me a-and that me calling you by your real name doesn’t help with that.”
Were they really that worried about him hating them for that? “My most loyal follower and my most beloved friend, I could never hate you.” He moved closer to their side. “As long as water flows, as long as the days turn to nights, as long as crystals form here in Anchordeep, know I could never hate you, no matter what you call me.”
Kallamar may worry about a lot of things in his life, but his follower’s friendship and their deep understanding of one another would never be one of those things.
#cotl kallamar#cult of the lamb#cotl x reader#cult of the lamb x reader#baps writes sometimes#cotl follower#just something fluffy#writing fluff#fluff#kallamar is a wreck and I love him
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A/N: So this is an idea I got like last night. And I wanted to write it into something before I forgot it. I had a few ideas on how I planned to finish it. And it's very different from those ideas.
I was gonna add more to it, and make it more angst, but I got the fluff feels, and it ended up being more of a fluff piece at the end.
But, I did leave it open ended incase I ever come back to it and get more ideas.
Oh, one more thing. This is about my main OC I'm writing a huge story on rn. And her ship is Rex, because that's the one I typically do with her. ((Sometimes I do Fives, but I think Rex and Amaya balance each other out a bit more because my girl is unfiltered chaos at times))
Type: OC x Captain Rex
Story type: Fluff, Angst /Ficlet
And the beginning starts a little dramatic again because I have been doing that a lot more lately.
(And here's this header of Ryder I made because I briefly mention him in the story-
Calling this: Knowing (Rex x Amaya)
It had been only a few weeks.
But the time... It was like a silence.
And it felt so loud.
They lost people before.
He's lost brothers. And she's lost friends.
But this was different.
So much different.
It was in the way it happened. And.... It was Fives.
It was Fives.
That made all the difference in the world somehow.
He had been trained as a soldier. He was expected to move on.. But it was hard.
And then again.. Amaya didn't want him too.
The same thing happened when Echo died. She didn't want them to force themselves to move on.
Maybe it's why he's never heard a clone say a bad thing about her. She was always there for them.
The worst thing he'd heard was that she could be reckless. A fact she clearly had known well, as she said it herself multiple times.
But in the same way, it's what had him worried right now.
She was usually more of a talker. Happier.
Of course, the affect of the war was a likely cause too. But he knew better.
He knew her after all.
After Fives... She had barely spoken to him. It worried him. And brought out paranoia from deep within that he never knew existed in his own mind.
She'd tell him though. Right?
If she was mad at him. Or the even more alarming possibility, If there were regrets or second thoughts...
But she hadn't said anything of that inclination.
She hadn't said anything at all.
They spoke the day it happened. But she hadn't said much on her own feelings. She was more worried about him.
That... Was in her nature. But at this very moment, it had his nerves at an all time high.
She stayed with him and comforted him. She had always been open in telling him and his brothers that it was okay to feel.
Some clones still stuck closer to their programming in that regard.
He knew she wasn't technically supposed to go through her emotions the way most nat horns were either. In some cases the Jedi were unhappy with her disregard... For, well anything.
She would break rules or disobey command if she thought there was a better way. She openly told (him) that she thought the code was stupid at times. And her openness to emotion, she had explained was also against it.
But this far in the war, she really didn't seem to care too much anymore.
After what happened with Fives.. The next time Rex had actually gotten to see Amaya was around 2 weeks later. And that's when he noticed her acting strange. Especially in the way she wasn't speaking.
Well, outside of their duty-bound responsibilities. Because that aspect did.
It wasn't the same though.
Rex was looking through the outside of the window. It was a little quiet right now. The bridge on a Venator usually was, save for when there was a battle.
Or if Skywalker was there-
Rex was lost in thought, he almost didn't notice it as Ryder came behind him and tapped his shoulder.
He was the Commander of Amaya's legion. He wouldn't usually try to figure it out this way... But it was one sure way to figure what was going on..
"Hey Rex, do you have a minute?" He asked
"Y-yeah. Sure. What's going on?" He answered, quickly gaining composure.
Ryder was subtle as he glanced around the bridge area.
"You know- actually, it might be better if I show you." He excused
He was a better liar than a lot of clones. Of course, he had lots of practice considering he was constantly covering for his general since the beginning of the war.
"Okay.." Rex said, following him out.
There was nothing there. This earned Ryder an eyebrow raise.
"Rex, are you okay?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I swear I could feel the tension in the air, and obviously I'm not a Jedi but-" Ryder cut himself off
"There's something on your mind, right?"
"It could be nothing. I've had a lot on my mind lately." Rex excused
Now, it was Ryder's turn to give Rex a look. It was really more of a side-eye than a specific look.
"You really think I don't know you by now, vod?" he questioned
"Besides... If you don't think it's nothing, then it probably isn't. Mind telling me what's going on?"
"You never know, maybe I can help.."
He didn't exactly have many better options here, but it was still better that no one knew about his relationship with the general, so he'd be keeping it as vague as possible without being suspicious about it.
"Have you noticed anything off about the General lately?" he asked
Okay, so he hadn't exactly meant to get straight to the point, but here he was.
"I mean, personally I've always found there to be something off about Skywalker, and I mean that's saying something considering how my own can be at times, but-"
He was quickly cut off.
"I was talking about yours, actually.." Rex said all while giving him a look about making comments about his own general.
"Oh-"
Ryder cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Though... Now that you mention it... Pierce has been a lot less, well.. herself recently."
"She doesn't joke around a lot lately. More focused on getting through with the mission and whatever. But I didn't ask, because I figured she'd tell me if there was a problem. She's always pretty open with that kind of stuff."
It was good to know it wasn't just him, but it still wasn't a great feeling.
"She's been like this since what happened with Fives-" His expression widened and he cut himself off as he realized he'd said it out loud.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Ryder sighed as he looked down, but Rex patted his shoulder.
"Don't be sorry. What happened.... affected a lot of us."
"I don't know if there's much I can do to help... But maybe it would help if you talked to her? She values your insight and friendship as much as mine. I'm sure she'd talk, if she realized it was from a place of concern." He offered
Yeah... Friendship. That was one word for it.
"It's worth a shot." Rex said
Sometimes Ryder thought there was something going on in the back of his mind. But he never cared enough to try and figure out if there was or wasn't.
Things were complicated enough lately, he'd rather the one thing that didn't feel that way to just... stay that way.
He tried reaching her on her comm.
After the second or third time, she finally answered.
'If you could really call that a response'
"Hey."
Was she mad at him? She didn't sound mad, but it was always hard to tell with Jedi. Then again... he never seemed to have that problem with her..
"Uh hi... Do you have a minute to talk?" he asked
"Not really, I'm working on some stuff right now."
"It's important." He sighed
Now he definitely felt like he had to ask her.
He could hear her sigh over the other end.
"Okay."
"But It's gonna have to be quick. I have a lot of stuff to get done."
"Right." Rex said
"Where are you?"
"I'll meet you- actually.." she said
Her tone seemed odd, but he'd let it go, for now.
"Uh... meet me at..."
"We'll go to the briefing room-"
Okay, so it was obvious he was making this up as he went along. He had his doubts she even noticed, considering her lack of reaction to pretty much anything he said right now.
She didn't think much of it as she made her way over. She figured it was just stuff about their current missions, otherwise she may not have even come.
She really didn't want to take a break from all of this, but in all truth... she had nothing. All she had was her gut feeling. And she was basically grasping at straws here.
She walked in with her datapad incase she got there first.
Of course, she hadn't. He was already there.
There was a look on his face, but what was it? Was he worried..?
Focus.
"Uh.. Hey Rex."
"Hey." he walked up to her, making sure the door was shut so no one could hear him talk about how he was breaking multiple GAR regulations.
"You called?" she asked cutting to the chase.
"Yeah. I did."
He looked at her face. He hadn't specifically seen her in a few days... And right now she just looked tired.
Instead of starting how he was going to, he looked on in concern and asked "When was the last time you slept?"
"I don't know. I'm not really that worried about it right now." She said in a nonchalant tone of voice
"Anyway, what did you need?"
What he needed was her to stop...
"I wasn't planning on asking about it like this, but I don't see any other way right now."
This was a them thing, she finally realized.
And it seemed to late to run off to avoid anything to deal with her mess of emotions surrounding her mind right now. Of course, if she had run off he'd either think he'd done something wrong, or likely catch her, and she had a feeling he was very capable of doing so if he really wanted to.
"I don't want to think about it right now." she sighed
He looked directly into her eyes, she avoided the eye contact.
"And why is that?" He challenged
"It has nothing to with you, But I can't... Not right now."
"Do I get an actual answer? I've allowed you to essentially, ignore me for weeks upon weeks. I've hashed it out to you just needing space because of what happened with Fives..."
"But you can't keep avoiding me.." He hated how it felt, and being told that he wasn't gonna get a real answer had only made it worse
"It's not that simple." she turned and held her hand against her forehead for a moment.
he chuckled in a way that sounded both unamused and offended.
"If you think this is getting resolved without you telling me whatever the hell is going on with you, I suggest you reconsider that idea."
"I can't, okay?"
"I could and would tell you anything else, but I can't with this. Even trying to look into- It doesn't matter. Please just drop it."
"Like hell." he said sternly
"You're not gonna keep doing this, whatever it is."
"All it feels like now... is that I did something wrong, or you're mad at me."
"And it sucks."
She never wanted to hurt him...
But what choice did she have in this scenario? If someone finds out what she's doing, and for some reason they figure out he had even the smallest amount of knowledge on it... She'd be taking him down along with her.
"You know..."
"I just wasn't convinced by it."
"What are you talking about?" He asked
"I don't know if I can say... If this goes wrong.. I can't risk involving you."
"What are you up to?" He squinted at her
"Oh the usual, war crimes and breaking multiple laws."
That- that was kind of a joke.
And before now, he'd have been happy she was making jokes. But now, he definitely wasn't in the mood for that.
Especially considering the fact that anyone who really knew her, would also know that she often used jokes to deflect.
"That's not funny."
'Guf'nor'i, He's pissed.' (Expletive in her native language closely related to fuck, but not quite)
She nervously looked down.
"It's for Fives." and that's where she planned to leave it, but she should've known better than to think he'd just leave it there.
His expression softened, but now it was confused.
"Rex.. I don't even have any proof of anything."
"But he was one of my closest friends... If there's even the possibility he might be right. It is more than just duty for me to figure that out."
"What do you mean?" He asked
"What are you doing?"
She refused to go into too much detail. She wouldn't bring the person she loved more than anyone down with her if she was creating her own path of damnation.
"The inhibitor chips.. I just want to find out.."
"He was killed by a brother. After everything- He wasn't dangerous... He was just scared and I-"
She looked away, she didn't want to cry again. Especially not in front of Rex. Fives would hurt him more than anyone else... Except for Echo, but now they were both gone.
"I wish he could've gotten that chance to explain.. If I find out anything.. or he's right... He'll get that chance through me."
And she meant every last word of it.
There was much she didn't say. Including the fact that she thought the chancellor was full of shit by his explanation. Of course, she already hadn't trusted him for a bit, so it was even easier to doubt him than before.
But ever voicing that was kinda treasonous.
But she was tired... so tired..
She turned back to look at Rex and sighed before leaning her head against his chest.
"Do you ever get tired of it? All the fighting?"
"The death... Everyone we've lost?"
He sighed, pulling her into a tight hug.
It seemed like he needed it about as much as she did.
"I love you... and I'm so sorry for everything." She said quietly, the regret filled her voice.
he held his hand against her face, he moved his thumb against her cheek, "I love you too."
He understood why she didn't tell him. But at the same time didn't like the idea of her doing something that had the potential to get her in that much trouble..
"Please promise you'll talk to me from now on."
She couldn't lie to him..
"There's more to it. But I don't want to say anything else."
"You're exhausted... I think we all are to some capacity. But tell me someday... We've started this pretty much since the beginning of the war, I don't want to hurt you and I know you don't want to do that to me either.."
She was 19 then... Became a Jedi Knight younger than most. She knew it was mostly because they needed more Generals, and was very aware of the mistrust that surrounded her... Yet, she was still grateful.
Now she was 21. And so much had happened.
Sometimes she wasn't sure how she'd been able to stay this strong.
She cupped his cheek before kissing him.
He had missed her and didn't hesitate to kiss her back.
He wasn't sure this was exactly resolved... And that had him worried. Last thing he wanted was to have to worry about Amaya for the same reasons...
Eventually she broke it off so she could hold him closer.
And then she yawned.
"Okay, when did you really sleep last?"
"I have no idea."
"Take a break, you're guilty of overworking yourself. Same as you accuse me at times." He said
"Rex.."
"Yeah?"
"Are you busy, right now, I mean?" she asked
"No, not really.. I was just staring out of the window until I- Why do you ask?"
She took a hold of his hand.
"...right-" he said
So maybe he didn't always catch on right away.
She sat next to him against the backwall, there weren't exactly seats, so they just sat on the floor.
She mindlessly traced her thumb in circles against the back of his neck, as she held onto him.
"Get some rest, Mesh'la."
"I'll be fine... until tomorrow.. Besides, how else will I get to talk to you?"
He tilted his head, giving her that one specific expression. She was pretty sure this tact could be considered cheating. But he still got away with it-
She gently moved his head and kissed him again.
"You win this one."
"I usually do." he said
"Don't fool yourself. Usually if you win, it's because I let you."
"I'm not convinced."
She chuckled before leaning against him.
He held her close and eventually, she fell asleep.
#reader/oc x captain rex#captain rex x oc#captain rex x reader#tcw fic#star wars the clone wars#amaya (oc)#captain rex x amaya (oc)#commander ryder (oc)#star wars fic
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Haori for the ask!
[ask game link] MY GIRL MY GIRL MY GIRL MY GIRL MY GIRL THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT HER!!!!!!!!
How I feel about this character: um. see above. she is my favorite dgs girl ever and i love her so much and she deserves the entire world and also to rest once in a while. she is incredibly brave to the point of recklessness and she is incredibly responsible to the point of self loathing and she feels emotions so much all the time and i think she might actually be the least deliberately-repressed character in dgs which doesn’t say that much but still! every day i think about her in awe
— seriously, sixteen years old and you’ve helped make an entirely new poison and diagnosed its symptoms on sight and acted accordingly and also went into a beach hut to yell at a confirmed murderer. didn’t even do it because she hated her, did it because she wanted her goddamn poison back. who is doing it like haori murasame
All the people I ship romantically with this character: susato!!!!! and gina but i haven’t thought about ginahao as much as i should tbh. i think haori would take a shine to her immediately but actually fall for her the moment she sees gina scream at someone for susato’s or haori’s sake
My non-romantic OTP for this character: all? of them? yuujin and wilson are both super fascinating dynamics to explore with haori! but the one that actually takes up my entire frontal cortex is her and jezaille.
— they are both women in the same field but jezaille is lauded because she’s british whereas haori surely is not — i mean, that’s not actually said in canon but auchi disparagingly refers to her as a “tomboy” and susato mentions how incredible it is that she has a job in an all male university, i refuse to believe she didn’t have a fucking Time of it. and that in itself inspires jealousy, right, and then haori finds out she killed her mentor and she still has to work with her for Months??? i’d go insane! it’s a miracle haori didn’t actually murder her! like. here is my only chance to bond with someone who understands the exact position i am in, and then it turns out she hates me for almost the same petty reasons as the men in the laboratory. and also killed a guy. haori is so fucking alone it drives me up a wall
— also i wrote a ficlet in dante’s ronin au once where jezaille calls her susato’s attack dog
— also also, we do not have any information on whether she knew asougi or not but i like to think she did. just like as that guy who’s always around susato with the sword and the cringefail aura. maybe they had conversations while waiting for susato to come out of her tutoring sessions! maybe they knew each other!! do you think susato told her that he was dead after getting back to japan, or do you think she only found out after mamemomi accused mikotoba of covering it up at the end of 2-1?
My unpopular opinion about this character: tragically i dont think theres enough haori content for me to actually have unpopular opinions on her. but she performs so incredibly well under stress. i think shes one of the rare people for whom stress actually helps to narrow down her focus.
— also one thing i always laser in on when writing her is her unfailing emotional honesty which is deeply funny considering 2-1 happens because she decided to find out about the poison on her own rather than telling anyone; the self loathing slash impostor syndrome slash fear of failure and rejection overrules that bit of her i guess :pensive: she is fully in panic mode for so much of 2-1
— oh yeah Yeah The Self Loathing thats also something ive never seen in any haori fics yet! she has a whole bit about wanting susato to throw her to the ground in the recess halfway through the trial and it’s kind of a joke but also Not yknow. “i completely betrayed your trust” like. god. theres a perfectionist streak there i think or at least signs of a not super great self esteem!
— hey haori would you say that the two things you hate the most (about yourself) are poisoning and betrayal. haha. okay thats not actual character analysis but i couldnt resist the reference
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i wish she came back in any form at all i wish susato mentioned her after 2-1 at all although i will say that 1) her being part of the defense in the end credits is like catnip to me and 2) it is my firm belief that susato deliberately avoids talking about her because she’s too afraid of her own feelings to even consider opening up to ryuu about her
— when will the haori murasame fancase of that trial at the end appear, by the way. i want them to get hosonaga a decently light sentence for theft and then he is immediately accused of murder right afterwards
— she also should have gotten to learn about wilson being awful. and also should have been the one to give susato jezaille’s case notes in 1-1 (i saw that hc in a susato roleswap au fic and i have completely integrated it into my belief system. as far as i am concerned she was that person. but a confirmation in 2-1 woulda been nice)
My OTP: [poking head out behind ao3 page and enough susahao fanart to drown a man] take a guess
My OT3: add gina in there baby!!! i dont have as solid ideas on the rest of the girlcule yet but gina is Necessary.
— i actually think haori would dislike both maria and nikolina upon first meeting, maria because of The Racism (she’d scream at her about believing in skull sizes) and nikolina because she does come off as pretty privileged and smug and aloof when you first meet her
— [insert five page rant about how we never see nikolina outside of her being afraid for her life and therefore have almost no idea what she was like in the troupe or among the crew but also she was probably afraid for her life while in the troupe as well so in a way we do have a pretty good idea of her behavior and also i think she uses aloofness as a shield]
— but Point Is they both remind her of jezaille too much for her to like them at first. but later! who knows?
#jules.txt#g: ace attorney#…okay im maintagging:#haori murasame#rei membami#sorry this is barely coherent it is late and i love her sososososo much#she is a force of nature. she is a scared teenager. she is a prodigy. shes down bad#i miss her more than anythiiiiiiing#mail#thesomewhatliterateaxolotl#caps
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no one asked me to list my fav blogs but i’m just gonna make my own end of year follow forever bc i wanna rant abt my talented friends, beloved mutuals, and just people i follow that i have never spoken to but who are such a joy to see on my dash. so, without further ado, maddy’s 2022 follow forever:
@strangeswift abby strangeswift, my beloved. you were the first person i talked to in this fandom and i’m so glad u were bc u are the sweetest most kind person ever. you are so supportive of all your friends and mutuals and u make me wanna be a more outwardly loving and supportive person fr. i remember when u wrote that lil ficlet based on my text post and i’m p sure i almost cried bc i felt so special that someone had been inspired by something i had said to write smth so wonderful. you’re an incredible writer and i am always so excited anytime you post any of your writing. i can’t wait to read more of your fics and am so patiently waiting for MilevenVision (as much as i may bug u for crumbs). i’m so glad to call you a friend <3
@elekinetic ella ella, bonded in shared discord trauma so ur never getting rid of me. i feel so honoured to call you a friend bc you are one of the best people i know. you are so smart and level-headed and loyal as hell to your friends. you are also so kind and you're so deliberate with what you say and how you say it. you defs intimidated me the first few times we talked but now im like oh ya ella, my amazing talented friend ella. your scripts give me so much life. and not just your st ones but your original ones as well. can't wait to one day see "ella elekinetic hexagirl" in movie credits (bc obviously ur last name is ur url). and your OCs?? i have never once become obsessed with someone's OCs the way i can't stop thinking abt yours. that's what you've done to me. you are so incredibly talented and ily <3
@andiwriteordie ANNDDIIIIII ILY FR <3 u are so insanely talented and kind and wonderful. i’m so happy we started talking recently bc u have truly brightened the last few weeks of the year. u got me back into watching merlin so thank u for the pain u will surely cause me as i rewatch this show i haven’t seen in almost a decade. ur fics were some of the first that i read in the byler fandom and that means u will always hold a special place in my heart. i remember the first time i read your let's hear it for the boys series and i was just like omg i'm obsessed with this. i have absolutely adored every single one i’ve read (even though i’m a lil behind on them rn oops but i will catch up) and can’t wait to see what else you write. your atla!au (and the newly brainstormed merlin!au) live in my head rent free and i can’t wait to read them if you write them.
@nnilkyway my fellow emo will truther <3 yvie i love you dearly. you are so incredibly talented i could scream abt ur artwork literally for days. your fanworks and your original art and your doodles are all beautiful and stunning. the day we started talking and you sent me the lil doodle you did of emo will byers i think i actually cried at how much i loved it and that it had come from our conversation about it. i saved it onto my camera roll so i can come back to it easier that's how much i love it. you are also one of the funniest people on here, your tags almost always have me rolling. i can't wait to see what beautiful art you draw in the new year.
@finalgirlbyers sierra lovqbrl madcleradin finalgirlbyers!!!! i know we haven’t talked much but i love seeing u on my dash and u always have the best takes and theories and just posts in general. i know i've said that literally multiple times to you but it cannot be overstated how correct you always are. one of my fav people to follow on here.
people i don't talk to but whose presence is a joy to have on my dash:
@astrobei an absolutely incredible writer that wrote some of my fav fics. one of the best will fics, not all the prayers, that truly is just so unbelievably amazing. like the care that you can just tell went into that fic is just incredible. Some absolutely incredible lines that will punch you right in the gut in the best way possible.
@blueeandyellowmakesgreen jade! one of the coolest people, has some of the most amazing art over on @azuries, like it's actually so amazing and people need to go look at it and reblog it now immediately
@mlchaelwheeler an absolute joy to follow. so many good posts and im fr rooting for mike with a sword in s5 just for her
@elmaxed their fics were some of the first i read in the byler fandom and i absolutely fell in love with them. they hold such a dear place in my heart. also one of the sweetest people fr, one of the first to compliment my gifs and so they are forever in my mind for that <3
@smoosnoom omg their fics!!! are!!!! incredible!!!! so many wonderful fics, i was just looking through my bookmarks and i swear half of them are theirs. the one about mike's will voice has my whole heart.
@wiseatom another lovely fic writer, and one who titles her fics with taylor swift lyrics bc she Gets It!!! also one of the sweetest people in the fandom, always seems to be supporting other people.
@kidovna one of the most talented artists in this fandom oh my GOD. i cannot praise her and her art enough idk how what else to even say besides amazing incredible talented showstopping
@byeler wrote one of my all time fav fics, Heavy Hopes, with my beloved trope, oblivious jealous mike, which is truly *chef's kiss*. such a good writer like it cannot be overstated
@ice-sculptures a truly amazing gifmaker. gifs so many little byler moments that are so precious that i've definitely missed when watching the show.
@william-byers an absolutely incredible gif maker. taylor swift and stranger things together on one blog, what more could you want?
@padme-amidala makes some of the most beautiful gifs ever oh my goodness, her gifs are part of what inspired me to start making gifs and to challenge my gifmaking. i hope to one day be as good as she is.
@robiinbuckley also makes some of the most beautiful gifs, literally in awe of her gifs. also inspired my gifmaking journey and has inspired me to challenge myself when it comes to gifmaking.
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🎁: Julian from bbc ghosts
Sorry it took so long to write your prompt ficlet, anon, but here it is!
Next up:
💀 Near-death experience - Milton Bones, Mike Peabody & Death
Ask Game is here. Filled prompts are here, here & here on AO3.
Prompts for this ask game are closed.
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Trouble
🎁 Presents
“Julian!”
Behind Julian, Thomas snickered. “Uh oh, someone’s in trouble.”
“Julian Fawcett!” Alison hissed as she came into the room with a parcel under her arm, pointing a finger at him. “Any idea why this was delivered to my home when I don’t remember ordering anything?”
Julian glanced over his shoulder at Thomas, saw his eyes widen in guilty realisation and parroted with a smug grin, “Uh oh, someone’s in trouble.”
“Apologies, Alison,” Thomas hurried to say before he threw a glare in Julian’s direction. “This … this may be partly my fault, although in my defence I thought Julian would ask you first.”
Alison gave him a disappointed look that made him visibly shrink back before she heaved a heavily annoyed sigh, shook her head and opened the parcel.
“What the …” she began to say as she pulled out a children’s doll. When she pressed the little star on its hand, a slightly mechanical voice began to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Alison looked up at Julian and Thomas. “Do I even want to know?”
“It’s not for me if that’s what you’re implying,” Thomas said, holding up his hands. “It’s a present for Jemima.”
When Alison looked to Julian for confirmation, Julian nodded. “We wanted to surprise her.”
Sceptical, Alison put down the doll, crossed her arms in front of her chest and nodded for him to go on.
“Her birthday’s coming up – at least we think it is. Hard to tell after all these years, you know?” Julian said with a shrug as if he couldn’t care less. “And genius here thought getting her another doll would be a good idea.”
“She’s been hosting tea parties with Dante, for god’s sake,” Thomas exclaimed. Then, a little more softly, he said, “Robin says she used to play with the plague children but well … they’re all gone now. I just – I thought she might feel a little less lonely with another companion.”
He looked at her with such soulful eyes that Alison found it impossible to stay angry with either of them. “That’s … that’s actually kind of sweet. But–“ She glanced down at the bill. “Fifty pounds? Couldn’t you have chosen one that’s a little cheaper?”
“Julian was adamant it needed to sing,” Thomas muttered with a look in Julian’s direction.
“Because I’m tired of her singing Ring a Ring o’ Roses all the time!” Julian defended himself. “Don’t tell me you’re not. It’s creepy.”
Thomas bit his lip and looked back at Alison. “Jemima’s repertoire is quite limited.”
“And anyway, the cheaper dolls all sounded bloody awful,” Julian added.
Alison looked like she wanted to argue that this one didn’t sound particularly good either but in the end she just sighed and said, “All right, the doll can stay but let me be very clear: this is the last time you order anything online without my permission, Julian. We don’t have the money for this kind of thing right now.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Julian said with a wave of his hand while Thomas lowered his head and apologised again. “We really meant no harm.”
“I know,” Alison sighed. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
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It did happen again.
Jemima was enamoured with her new doll, and whenever she shyly asked Julian to make it sing, Julian would grumble in pretend annoyance before he followed her quiet request. It became a thing, and all it took was Jemima mentioning one day that she didn’t the dark for him to sneak back to the computer and order a night light in the shape of a star for her. It arrived two days later while he playing chess with Robin.
“Julian Fawcett!”
Robin looked up at him. “Sound like someone in trouble. Dooka-dooka.” Then he grinned. “Checkmate.”
#julian fawcett#thomas thorne#alison cooper#robin the caveman#bbc ghosts#ask game prompt ficlet#my fic#bbc ghosts fanfic
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Hello! Been reading yer troll stories on Ao3 & first I gotta say, I absolutely LOVE THEM!! Especially how ya write Hickory and John so cute!! I got so giggly and got the warm fuzzies so I read them like 20 or so times!
And on one of them, I read the story of John having an egg and figuring out how to tell Hickory then another where the egg hatches so it got me thinking! Like, how did that time go? Did they have ups and downs? Emotional outbursts? Cravings? How did his brothers react and/or help (or not help) John during the… not sure if it’s called pregnancy, but I’ll call it that since I don’t know what to call it. And same with Hickory, how did he help John with their egg? I doubt he handled it all smooth like since it’s their first egg.
So I guess the prompt/potential idea is, how Hickory and John Dory’s time go with their egg? Don’t worry, it was something that might help inspire ideas for ya so no worries about this one! I just had to share it in case I was the only one who thought this way! XD
Oh my gosh, hello!! Thank you for your support and kind words 💕
I absolutely LOVE writing John & Hickory, so don't worry, I have plenty of plans still for them, lol
As for when John had Sky's egg in his hair, well, that actually went surprisingly smoothly, all things considered. In my au, since John grew up with parents who constantly had eggs/kids since he was about 4, he knows how to take care of himself, with a little guidance from the doctor. Hickory was obviously also incredibly diligent in making sure John didn't do anything stupid while he had an egg in his hair, lol. Poor guy dealt with enough stress right at the beginning of the incubation. Right up until the end when, y'know, he had a melt down.
However! That isn't to say I don't have ~plans~ for future ficlets for the series! The wedding is coming up next, and then, well, you'll just have to wait and see 😘
Thanks again for your comments! I love getting to read people's thoughts on my fics 💕
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