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WIP Wednesday :D
thanks for the tag @marirah!
what do you mean it isn't wednesday anymore
I can't remember if I've posted this before?? So if I have lol.
This is an excerpt from a (DickTim) canon divergence AU of Infinite Crisis if Dan Didio (derogatory) had his way and Nightwing died in the final battle. And then came back to haunt Tim as a ghost, not that Tim knows that's what's happening at first
The actual fic is going to need a lot more warnings, but this one just has a warning for spoopiness:
Tim can’t close his eyes for more than the space of a blink. Every time he tries…
The tension coiling beneath his skin won’t let him sleep. Instead, it leaves him brittle. Even though he lies in a bed that should provide more comfort than any other.
He wants to turn and move about. His side hurts from stillness. But lying like this, he can see the door clearly. The light beneath it, too.
For minutes or hours he keeps his eyes fixed on it until he sees the shadow. It crosses quietly, stopping halfway through.
Every time this happens, he becomes very keenly aware that he’s the only one in the house.
His eyes stay locked on the door.
Slowly, the knob turns. First one way, then the other.
But the lock holds.
The shadow slips away, off to the side.
He’s alone again.
He exhales, long and slow. The tension leaches from him slowly but surely. A few minutes more and his eyelids become heavy, sinking. The edge of sleep is almost within reach when he hears… something.
It sounds a little like the creaking of floorboards and a lot like it’s coming from behind him, on the side of the room he isn’t watching.
All at once, the tension returns. The sheets and blankets shift from comforts to constraints.
The mattress dips. The room is deathly quiet but for the near-silent sound of moving sheets.
He holds his breath as warmth begins to spread along his back, and as the movement of the bed and the blankets create the suggestion of someone lying down beside him. The pressure grows against his back, his hips, and the bend of his knees. A band of it stretches out, curling around his chest. Heat pools against his neck at even intervals, almost like breath.
Tim swallows.
The pressure tightens.
This fic was supposed to be short and somehow ended up with 15k words and counting because I've lost control of my life lol
It's not really wip wednesday anymore, so consider yourself tagged if you'd like to be <3
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In a lot of stories, Burning Desire would have been a happy tale. A well-meaning but clueless guy has a meet-cute with this Mysterious Lady and they become a couple. She’s strange and spooky but he adores her anyway. She’s sad and quiet but honestly seems to enjoy their time together. She has a dark secret, too, but he doesn’t know anything about that…
In another setting that would be the setup for a love story, be it a cute fairy tale or a dark dramatic romance or a cliche manic-pixie-dream-girl outing or whatever. Agnes would have embraced humanity and Jack would find a happier life beside her. They would have figured things out. Found a way to touch and stay alive with less atrocities and leave the cult. Agnes would have been an unambiguously good person and would have been confirmed to love him back instead of the mystery figure she was, and the Power of Love would have triumphed like in every other cliche romance.
But this is the Magnus Archives. So that rather charming setup just gets hacked off at the knees and ends in despair and suicide and mutilation. Agnes dies and Jack’s life is left in ruins, all as one small part of a wider story in which we never really got all the answers.
#the magnus archives#agnes montague#jack barnabas#and I wouldn’t change a thing about it#Yeah it’s great to have fanfiction and consider what ifs but the original is still sadly beautiful#I can write six chapters of happy shipping between them and still appreciate the bleakness of their canon fate#jagnes
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Fic request:
Jenny x Agnes + fake dating
It all started when they met a new business contact who could help move their line forward.
Jerome Benson was a well-connected, if unknown, person in the fashion industry. He knew everyone there was to know, he could make or break their line.
Jerome liked their designs, he said they were original, that they felt alive with personality. He praised Jenny's work, saying that he'd love to work with them but he wasn't sure that he had an opening available for a new client. That was when it happened.
Agnes threw her arm around her, drawing her close, the smell of cinnamon invaded her senses. "Come on, Babe!" She said, overly cheery and it seemed like she was trying to send a message. "Show him what you got, all that middle-class charm you caught my heart with."
Jenny had some trouble wrapping her head around what was happening, between the sudden shift in attitude, the affectionate pet name, and the way her heart skipped when Agnes said she had her heart. Suddenly, she recalled something Agnes had said earlier, "I'm just going to need you to trust me and go with it when I do something, alright?"
This was all for show.
Jenny worked to regain her composure and started to play the part of the loving girlfriend. If Agnes was doing this, there was probably a reason. Probably.
They spun some story of how they had started dating, twisting the truth, the best lies always had a grain of truth after all.
Later, when they had gone back to Agnes' place, she explained that Jerome had been looking for minority clients to represent. An upper-middle-class white girl hardly fit the part, a queer woman in fashion, however, had a shot.
Jenny accepted that without much questioning, still able to feel Agnes' arms around her, her lips on her cheek...on her own lips. The way she nuzzled into her neck, her breath on her face as she whispered small asides.
Send in a prompt and I'll write a fic for it
This didn't turn out quite how I wanted it to, but I figured it's better than nothing.
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hello! 2, 5, or 6 for the ask meme? : D
Thanks for the ask, anon!
(questions are from this ask meme)
2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?
I really really really want to, but I always seem to either miss the signups for them or forget that they're happening...
6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?
It's 100% a DickTim witcher au >:3c
further details in another answer (here)
5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?
Definitely the Tim comes back wrong fic, now with vampirism XD
The fic is currently 21k long, so this counts as an excerpt, right? right
Forty-two minutes after Tim’s alarm went off, Dick watches him shuffle past the kitchen’s bar counter. It’s five minutes longer than it took him yesterday morning and nine minutes longer than the one before that.
There’s a dull, flat-sounding whump that is almost certainly Tim collapsing onto nearby couch.
Dick gives himself the space of two inhales before he puts aside the peppers he’d been chopping, wiping his hands on a nearby towel.
The area just outside of the kitchen is a moderately large, well-appointed living room. Couches form three sides of a square, with the fourth side being closed off by an unnecessarily large flatscreen.
As he approaches the nearest couch, he sees several of the throw pillows scattered across the floor. Peering over the back of it, he sees Tim lying prone with his face buried in a pillow. There’s a faint groaning sound coming from him.
“How did you sleep?” Dick asks, trying not to sound as hesitant as he feels.
Another groan.
“That well, huh?”
Tim shifts, flopping over onto his back with all the grace of a fish left on the shore. His eyes are still closed, and that makes it harder to ignore how the skin beneath them seems almost translucent, highlighting the veins in his lower eyelids.
“I’m not sure I did,” Tim mutters. “Not for lack of trying…”
His eyes blink open. Today they’re a deep, nearly-luminescent green. The color’s full in a way that the rest of Tim isn’t. Each day, his skin seems a little more pale and his cheeks seem a little more gaunt.
The urge to reach down and stroke the too-defined line of his cheekbone makes itself known in the back of Dick’s mind. But he quashes the thought before it can gain any traction.
“Do you want tea?” he asks. “Coffee? Something else?”
“Breakfast?” Tim asks, sounding hopeful.
“Sure. It’ll be a few minutes though.”
Right on cue, Tim’s stomach rumbles. He rests his hand on it delicately, his expression screwing up a bit.
“Did I hear a delivery person come by earlier?” he asks before Dick can voice the concern that he’s certain is bleeding through his expression.
“Uh, yeah. I sweet-talked Tam into having some more groceries put on the company’s discretionary spending budget.”
How, exactly, Tim heard that from upstairs is anyone’s guess. When Dick had checked in on him before coming down to the kitchen, he’d been sleeping so deeply that he seemed dead to the world.
“Anything good?” Tim asks him, looking hopeful.
“Depends on what you think is good. My current plan is making a mountain of bacon and maybe some toast.”
Tim’s hand finds the back of the couch, curling around it as his fingers dig in hard enough to look nearly bloodless. He uses that grip, plus a hand on the cushions beneath him, to push himself up until he’s sitting.
When he wobbles a little at the top of his arc, Dick puts a hand on his shoulder to steady him.
Tim narrows his eyes a bit, shaking off the assistance. Stubbornly, he starts to stand. A tremor runs through the muscles of his legs and back. He circles around the couch, walking to the kitchen. He even manages to make it most of the way there before his legs start to give out on him.
Dick rushes to catch him, getting an arm around his back and looping one of Tim’s over his shoulder. The maneuver thankfully keeps Tim from crumpling onto the floor. Its also ends with Tim pressed up against him, his hands flat on Dick’s chest.
His body trembles where it’s pressed against Dick. When he shifts, his breath is warm against Dick’s neck.
Dick’s skin tingles with the feeling of it. Even more so when he feels what might be Tim’s lips brush against him - before Tim is pulling back out of his arms, doing his best to stand on his own.
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Last Line WIP Challenge
@themandylion tagged me <3
The most recent set of lines from my dicktim week day 4 entry that is 100% not going to be posted on time lol:
“By the way, did you… leave the apartment? Last night?” Dick asks.
What follows is the final, undeniable thing that pulls away the layers of willful delusion, bearing the raw, still-bleeding wounds of his heart to the open air.
Tim glances up at him.
And smiles.
And lies.
For the bare minimum of context: Tim died and was resurrected. Recently, there have been some deaths of corrupt public figures that were made to look like accidents.
I'm sure those two things aren't related.
If you're feeling up for it: @gerryrigged, @bewaretheboojum, and @captain-ursula. :D
#if you're not about tag games lmk and I'll cease and desist#dicktim#because what else would it be XD#ask games#jagn writes
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Red in Tooth and Claw (IV)
DickTim | 2.6k | M (for creepiness)
Tim reminisces, with the help of some unwanted company.
Aka more DC vs. Vampires spite!fic >:3c
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38054044/chapters/134715064
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@marirah, thanks for tagging me!!
Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3
Most recent published fic: daylight is not what we came all this way for (teen, dicktim)
I always enjoy a good nightwing!tim fic <3
Fandom I only wrote for once: Unto Your Enemy
(Mature, for physical, emotional, and psychological abuse; Silvergifting)
For the Silmarillion/broader Legendarium fandom
the sheer amount of research and cross-checking things from the Legendarium that I did for this was *a lot.* Like, I read laws and customs of the eldar way too many times to double-check that my interpretation of elf marriage at least had some basis in canon. And there are still probably things unintentionally inaccurate about it. I maybe also wrote this when I was supposed to be writing my undergrad thesis lol
Favorite fic written in most common fandom: Recursion
(M for mild nsfw content, dicktim)
Recursion, my beloved. I had so much fun writing this, but it was an absolute mess figuring out all the ripple effects from who knew what, when, and why. I enjoy this one so much that there's an epilogue in the works somewhere on my computer that may even see the light someday lol.
Also a contender for the "fic I'm proud of" category because it just recently broke one thousand kudos on ao3 \o/
Fic I wish more people would read: Afterimage
(T for trauma lol, dicktim)
Cyberpunk-ish au where Tim died but was preserved as a digital ghost in Dick's brain; aka an Incredibly Specific premise that I suspect most people in this fandom aren't into. But I'm into it and that's what matters :D
Ends on a hopeful note because I'm incapable of writing 100% bleak endings lol
Fic I agonized over the most: Deadfall
(M for violence, Lazarus!Tim, gen except for Ra's hitting on Tim because he thinks it's funny)
You have no idea how many times I've rewritten this one. Neither do I, because I've lost count. It's currently more or less on hiatus because I'm working through some plot snags that I haven't had the spoons to tackle lol
Fic that sprang fully formed into my mind: Red in Tooth and Claw
(M for incredibly unhealthy relationship dynamics, dicktim)
The first chapter, anyway. I wrote it in a 2am haze after learning about DC vs. Vampires #6 lol
A fic that I'm proud of: Midnight Elegy
(E, dicktim)
I'm really happy with how the dynamic between Dick and Tim turned out in this one. Plus, angsty drunk sex is a favorite trope combination of mine <3
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(a very late submission for @yearoftheotpevent's February prompt: established relationship/long distance)
Word Count: 4401
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: T
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Dick Grayson
Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Harvey Dent | Two-Face
Additional Tags: canon-typical violence, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, Dick Grayson is Batman, Tim Drake is Nightwing, social commentary on the US court system, Year of the OTP prompt event 2023
Summary:
This isn’t the first time he’s seen Tim bruised and bloodied. It isn’t even the first time in the last few years, but it still hurts to see him that way. So many close calls. So many brushes with death…
Dick’s tolerance for it wears thinner every year.
This is the kind of thing Batman has nightmares about.
Every moment counts in situations like this. Every single-
Dick adds no flourishes to his swing, hitting the rooftop running.
“Nightwing,” he growls into the comms, trying not to let desperation leech into his voice. “Status?”
The line crackles with static.
“Damn it, Tim,” he hisses to himself, pushing himself to run faster.
The edge of the roof is coming quickly. He throws himself off of it, letting his grapple fly and wind around a distant gargoyle.
“Oracle-”
“Already on it.”
The buildings of the district fly by him as he builds momentum, using it to clear a distance that would have been too far for anyone else to handle.
Typing echoes on the other end of the line.
“His tracker is… there. Gotham Superior Courthouse.”
How predictable.
“I’m five minutes out,” Dick hisses into the comms.
“Make it less,” Barbara snaps. “The video feed keeps cutting out, but from the looks of it, you need to be there now.”
He throws the few safety precautions he’d been sticking to out the proverbial window, sacrificing rationality in favor of speed.
“Two minutes,” he says.
“Faster.”
“I know.”
The wings of his cape flare out as he dives, building speed until firing his grapple at the last second, sending himself rocketing forward.
The city falls away beneath his notice, leaving nothing but the wind whipping around him and his pulse pounding in his ears.
Finally - finally - the courthouse comes into view. And with it-
The roof is long and flat. Dick hits it with a roll, letting his momentum carry him to his feet as he barrels across it in a dead sprint.
Twenty or so hired mercenaries lie broken and bleeding on the oil and gravel roof. He side-steps the bo staff that Tim only makes out of the escrima sticks when his back is against the wall.
Even approaching from his bad side, Two-Face sees him coming.
He spins, one hand holding a gleaming pistol. The other is wrapped around Tim’s neck, holding him as if he weighs nothing.
“Stay right there, Batman,” Two-Face says, his voice a low growl sunk deep in his throat.
He’s too smart to point the pistol at Dick. He tried that sort of thing with Bruce, only to get a first hand demonstration of the best body armor that Bruce-level paranoia and ludicrous amounts of money can buy.
So, instead, he points it at Tim.
Continued on Ao3 :D
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Recursion
Title: Recursion (Chapter 1 of 2)
Pairing: DickTim
Rating: M
Word Count: 10k
Summary:
When Tim started testing a machine that could rescue Bruce from the timestream, he was expecting to hit some roadblocks. What he wasn't expecting was for a malfunction to launch him through the timestream, putting him face to face with Dick... about six months after he became Nightwing.
Now, all he has to do is wait for the malfunction to reverse itself and to send him back to when he's actually from. And to not mess up the timeline via some sort of butterfly effect. And to somehow manage that while the guy who he's been a little bit obsessed with for his entire life won't stop flirting with him for more than three seconds.
Easy, right?
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42011127/chapters/105473868
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Prompts, eh? How about: Dick somehow learns about the time Ra's/Ra's's half-sister tried to use Tim as a stud stallion, preferably from someone other than Tim.
Continuing my trend of extremely late prompt fills: This... got really heavy, really quickly. Technically only a partial fill because Cass is the one who tells Dick that he should go talk to Tim, but Tim is the one who actually tells him what happened.
Title: When it Rains
Word Count: 5.7k
Rating: T, but a strong T
Pairing: none/gen
Summary: After Cass and Tim return from Paris, something seems... wrong. Dick tries to find out what it is.
Warnings: So many. Primarily: discussions of past rape/sexual assault, trauma, incredibly vague but still there flashbacks, and mentions of Catalina Flores.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41026485
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Red in Tooth and Claw (Part III)
DickTim | 1.9k | M (for creepiness)
Excessively long showers solve many of life's problems.
Being turned into a vampire against your will isn't one of them.
aka the DC vs. Vampires spite!fic continues, in dishonor of the elseworlds series reaching a conclusion that implied they're going to make another volume of it
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38054044/chapters/110340285
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More Than Skin Can Hold
Written for @dicktimweek Day 2: Cuddling | Soulmates | Friends with Benefits to Lovers
"If your soulmate can't see what's right in front of them, then they're not worth your time," Dick says, sounding absolutely sure about what he's saying.
Tim turns, looking over his shoulder.
“Are you seriously trying to give me a pep talk about talking to my soulmate barely five hours after screwing my brains out?”
Dick smiles, brighter than the sun.
“What are friends for?”
Ended up being like 30k long with 12 chapters, but hey. Here’s the first one :D
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40425324/chapters/101268762
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Afterimage
Written for @dicktimweek Day 1: Cyberpunk | Cat Boys | Dom/Sub
Pairing: DickTim
Word Count: 3k
Rating: T
Summary: Sometimes, Dick forgets that he's the only one who can still see and hear Tim.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40392852
(ft. brain ghost!Tim, a lot of angst, and a surprisingly hopeful ending)
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Red in Tooth and Claw
Part II:
Word count: 2.2
Relationship: DickTim
Rating: M (for violence, creepiness, and non-consensual vampire turning)
dc vs. vampires spitefic part II, back by (un?)popular demand lol
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38054044/chapters/98731581
#dicktim#jagn writes#aka the process/aftermath of tim being turned#also ft. dick's abandonment issues and being a vaguely unreliable narrator
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🌹🌷🌹🌷 and some 💐🌻🌾 for good measure because variety is the spice of life. 😊
One short, impromptu game of ‘the floor is octopus’ later, Tim finds himself hanging from one of the apartment’s sturdy, ceiling-mounted light fixtures, far enough away from the eight-armed grasp of tentacle-y doom to send Zatanna more blackmail material.
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Red in Tooth and Claw: Survivor
Word count: 2k
Relationships: Gen; Cass & Dick, Cass & Jason (also background implied DickTim, as a result of the series as a whole)
Rating: T (for violence, blood, and non-consensual vampire turning)
Continuing dc vs. vampire AU shenanigans: with Jason's help, Cass survives the fight against vampire king!Dick. But not unscathed.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40043394
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