#This is not a rorke fanfic i do not like that man

[bryhoney]

Recognisance Pt.6

Hello!! I hope you enjoy! Just wanted to say thank you for all the support this fanfic has received so far :) I'm also sorry in advance :((((

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I've got an interview coming up for potentially a dream job offer so I'm prepping for that all the time at the moment - hence the slight delay in posting updates! But fingers crossed that all works out and it should be regular again!!

You’re seated opposite Gabriel and you note that he’s irritated at the commotion around you. No doubt he wanted to seat you in some private room to interrogate you but with the aftermath of the Ghost’s infiltration of the base - there isn’t anywhere to go. 

You’re in an office that hasn’t been soundproofed, people are frantically ferrying their wounded colleagues or scrambling to gather information from each other. 

Gabriel will be called away soon, he will have to answer to someone or orchestrate the next steps the Federation will take. He’d likely take the brunt of the blame for this mishap. 

“Now, I’m only going to ask you nicely, once. You let them out, didn’t you?” He’s smoking, which you find unnerving. He’s doing everything he can to appear calm, but you’re sure he’s shaken by the breach and furious with your actions. 

You don’t answer immediately, you’re not sure what the best approach here is. Despite everything, he’s still the only constant you have in your life. 

“You didn’t tell me,” you’re oddly proud at how stable your voice is, you feel numb to everything other than the man opposite you, and you’re not even sure he’s an ally anymore. 

He sighs, moving to stand. You can tell he’s wrestling with himself to maintain his composure. He looks out the window at the flurry of soldiers outside the office. 

“I thought it’d be better this way, I’ll explain it all when this is over,” he sounds sincere, gesturing to the hallway to indicate that ‘this’ is the catastrophic impact of the ghosts.

“You killed my father,” you whisper, hating everything about this situation. You hate that your heart aches for a man you don’t know. You wished, more than anything, to remember the man whose voice you’d heard consoling you, who sounded like he loved you. 

He turns back to you, “He wasn’t your father in the end, he was a liar - a traitor,” his voice is cold and hard and the look he gives you is lethal. 

You’d also betrayed Rorke.

A soldier bursts into the room, “Sir,” his attempt to portray a calm indifference is admirable despite the heavy breathing that gives him away. 

“I’ll be back soon, I expect you to be in your room until we can secure the site again,” Rorke says calmly before turning his back to you. He strides out of the room, following the younger man towards the main control centre. 

It takes you a second to stand, hesitant to walk through the soldiers. Did they know who you were? Would they kill a relative of a Ghost? A Walker? 

You hold your head up high and turn towards the living quarters, trying not to look at the extent of the damage that just a handful of men wrought onto a base full of highly trained operatives. 

—

Time moves very slowly as you sit and wait in your room for Gabriel. 

You’re sure that outside your room, the base is still in chaos but it’s completely silent in here. You’ve shut out every thought and memory that tries to resurface as you quietly try to piece together what you know. 

Firstly, You’re a Walker. Your brothers are Hesh and Logan Walker. 

From what you can recall, your childhood had been a happy one with the Walkers. This fact is less concrete, just moments of a normal, if somewhat eccentric family. 

Secondly, you were tortured by them. The memories of your time in the room are hazy and interwoven with snippets of pain. But it was them - you’re not sure what drove them to do that to you. What had you done to turn them so far against you? 

Rorke had told you that you’d been tortured to get to him. Who were you to Rorke? You had more ties to the Ghosts in Blood alone. You can’t recall being field-trained or dangerous enough to pose a substantial threat to them. 

But Rorke insisted that they wanted to recapture you.

But you were out in the field, and you had tried to kill someone. 

You had been raised by the leader of the Ghosts. Was it so unlikely to think you hadn’t also been taught some basic self-defence? 

Your brothers were ghosts. 

You-

“Keegan,” that was your voice, it was breathy and- 

Oh God. 

Oh God. 

What the ever-loving fuck was happening. You knew next to nothing and Rorke had kept you in the dark. You had no idea who to trust. 

Why didn’t he tell you? 

Your memories would come back. They had to, you couldn’t stand this awful limbo of not knowing who you were and what had happened. 

The door clicked open, and Rorke stepped into the room before locking it behind him. You felt small, entirely defenceless with him in this space. 

“How you holding up, sweetheart?” his tone calm, reassuring as though nothing had happened. You furrowed your eyebrows. You’d allowed his enemies to escape and now he was calling you pet names? 

“I’m alright,” your voice is small and your knees are now tucked up towards you. 

He sits at the foot of your bed, looking towards you in the darkness, “Today was- it wasn’t what we expected,” he’s being honest, so you hope to keep him calm and keep him talking. 

“No kidding,” you try smiling through the darkness at him. You’re, entirely preoccupied with self-preservation - it’s as though you’ve cornered a wild animal. 

He smiles back towards you, “I suppose it’s high time you knew the truth.” You're taken aback, this was not the route you thought this military strategist would take. You had convinced yourself he would try something more calculated than the truth. But, that is assuming this was the truth. 

You bring your arms up to hold yourself, “maybe," you’re being soft, giving him no reason to see any threat in you. 

“You’re not a Walker,” he says it as though it’s obvious and it earns a physical, knee-jerk response from you,

“I am! I am a-”  You’re furious, he’s going to lie to you again.

“Let me finish,” his tone is violent, final. He softens as you flinch from him, never once has he yelled at you like this. He’s volatile, you’ve always known that and yet-

“You were a Walker,” he adds, he sighs and meets your gaze again, and you don’t expect it. You’re silent so he’ll continue. 

“You were a Walker, God knows what you were before the Walkers took you in.” He tries a smile at you, clears his throat and reaches towards his pockets, “You’ve been a Rorke for just under three years now,” his hand extends towards you, he’s holding a ring. 

You’re blinking rapidly, you feel yourself pale as your stomach drops through the floor. 

No. 

“What?” you whisper, heart in your throat.

“It’s yours,” he says, and you take the ring gingerly, inspecting it as though it might trigger some long-buried memory of your time with Rorke, your husband. 

No. 

This isn’t right. 

“I don’t- I don’t remember any of this?” your voice is level and calm, but internally you’re trying to stitch together even more fragments of your life. 

He laughs, “It was rushed, and they hate me all the more for it.” He places a hand atop your knee and you don’t shrug him off. 

“This doesn’t make sense, I wouldn’t have joined the Federation if I were a Walker, we’d have been enemies? How did we even-?” your train of thought is derailed by the constant theorisations forming and collapsing in your head. 

“It’s a long story, kid, but, I was a Ghost once, before-” he pauses, clearing his throat,  “I was close with Elias,” he replies, and God- it sounds honest. You don’t have any timeline to place this all on to verify anything he’s saying. 

He looks at you, sighing as he continues, “I don’t expect you to wear it, they tried to destroy every part of me from your memory when they took you. I was foolish, I didn’t think they’d hurt you because they were.” He stands, and you track his movements. You feel stupid, even less certain. But he was so much older, how did you even meet - and yet- 

You believe him. 

“Gabriel, I-” You’re not even sure what you were going to say but you felt the need to continue. It makes sense, why the Ghosts would want you alive, why’d they want to hurt you. 

But they’re home. They were home once. 

“I’m sorry," he says, “I should have told you from the start, I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” He moves towards you and kisses the top of your head. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Is all he says before he leaves. 

And you almost hate him for it, he has ripped away the idea that you had a family that loved you. Of course, you didn’t have a family, you only had Gabriel. 

But he was so much older, how did you even meet - how?

The man who has been nothing but respectful and kind. Your husband. 

It explains why the Ghosts want you. It explains why a highly capable, violent man remained calm with you despite freeing his sworn enemies. You hate how much it makes sense. 

“He’s dangerous, and he knows exactly how to kill us,” It’s your father, a briefing before a mission. 

Likely against Rorke. Your husband. 

You don’t remember any of this. 

The Ghosts had taken so much from you. 

You had so many questions. Despite the answers Rorke had given you, you felt more in the dark than ever. 

“You’re infuriating, you shouldn’t even be in that room, anything could-” You cut the man with the deep voice off by kissing him. He doesn’t hesitate - his hands reach for you. One hand on your waist pulls you towards him, the other holding the back of your head fingers in your hair as he devours you. He kisses you with such intensity your knees feel like they’re about to give out from beneath you. You whisper, “Shut up, Keegan,” against him as you lose yourselves in each other, he’s pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. You gasp at the impact, and he raises one of your legs to his waist before he pushes his hips against yours, you moan into his mouth-

No. No. 

How could a Ghost, Keegan, do those things to you in your memory and then so easily carve a knife into your skin? 

You’re sobbing. Utterly frustrated at your inability to remember anything that could help you put your life back together. 

You weren’t a Walker after all.

[ai-luni]

Love ur NSFW headcanon for Rorke! Never really interested with him till I read ur work!! If u don't mind, could u make one for Keegan?

Keegan Russ NSFW Headcanons

A/N: In keegan we trust.

Word count: 1.5k

I’m just saying, if he ever said “damn kid, who taught you how to do that” I’d actually just lose all my cool and faint. This man’s voice is the epitome of italics

This man may have the hardest shell, but in truth Keegan is a sap. Denial is a river in Egypt, YOUR HUSBANDS A SAP! 

No but truly, he will love you with everything he’s got. And although he may not be able to express it very well outwardly, you can always tell by the way he looks at you. His favourite thing to do is look at you, study you and make you react to things.

This man loves to hold you. His hands are strong and rough and calloused, he loves how they show his hard work and strength and he most definitely loves using them on you. To grip your thighs, your hands, your hair, your neck, your waist, you name it. 

He feels the most confident in his control over his hands and fingers, so he loves to tease and finger you. 

That being said, he also loves the way your hands are the complete opposite to his. smaller and softer, it makes him want to work harder to keep them that way. I think he’d have such an obsession with you giving him handjobs. 

He’d dream of catching you in the act of getting yourself off so he’d be able to join you. Getting each other off at the same time. 

He thinks about whether he would edge you until you came with him or try to make you come as soon as possible and keep going just because he can. He’s definitely thought about being a little goblin and saying you’ll cum together, then pulling away at the last minute. 

He will also kiss the centre of your palm as a form of public affection. 

His movements are always cool, calm and deliberate. He’s alway thinking about where to place his fingers. His kisses are neat, down your jaw and neck he’s kissing to leave a mark or travelling to his next destination. 

And you’ll know what kind of mood he’s in by the way he fucks. If he’s riled up, he plans out deep, rough thrusts. Harder rather than faster. He’ll pump in rough, watching the way your body bounces, your eyes squeezing themself shut as your breath is thrown out of you with a sigh or a choke. Then he’ll take his time pulling out, letting out a strained breath, often forgetting to breathe.

(This man’s love language is an act of service, I won’t take criticism on this. But I feel like if you kept a hand on his chest, monitoring his heart beat or his breath and reminded him to breathe, he would just be so over the moon giddy). 

Whereas, if he’s all passionate and sentimental, he’ll rock into you. Holding your hips and moving you with him. I think he'd love it if you took him this way, him sitting back on his knees, you sitting on his thighs. He’d pray you’ll wrap your arms around his neck as you rest your foreheads together. Keeping your chests pressed onto each other, feeling your little gasps and the vibrations of every moan you let out.

This man also seems like the kind of guy that would love to lay on his side, whether you're on your back or side as well. 

“Atta girl. That’s it.”

I read a fanfic once (If I find it, I’ll link it here) where he slow dances with the reader and she teases him. “What would your team think if they saw you like this?” I: 

1. 100% believe this man loves to slow dance with his partner. Think after he’s taken you out to a nice dinner and returned home, you’ve kicked off your heels and the two of you just sway to music in the dim living room. 

And 2. Believe that if you said that to him, it would set off something feral within him. He definitely has the capability to pound away at you but I think he has too much self control. You’d have to really tease and pull it out of him and show him you want it so bad. 

I think out of all of the ghosts, he’d be the hardest to pull out any kind of intense dominance. I feel like he has the strongest mentality that you die first and foremost for the mission, so he tries to keep as little emotional strings attached to people as possible (Especially after Ajax’s death). So if he did have a partner, it would have to be someone he cares about so so deeply and would want to show that love to constantly.

He checks in with you alot. It’s habitual. If you grunt at a hard thrust he’ll whisper a quiet little “you doing alright love?” If you react favourably to something he does to you, he’d say “You like that? Mmm?” He’ll constantly be purring in your ear without even knowing the kind of effect it has on you. 

Some days, he’ll get home and see you sitting on the couch. In a matter of seconds, he’s already thought out a plan to get you into bed. When he’ll sit down, where he’ll touch you and he’ll anticipate your every response.

The game plan is usually to sit next to you like he’s just had the roughest day, rest his head on the back of the lounge and wait until you climb on top of him and say “let me help you with that baby.”  

If he’s fired up some days, he’ll just put you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom. Most of the time though, he’ll pick you up and make you straddle him right there on the lounge. 

Keegan also seems to be able to handle(let's be honest, bottle) his emotions the best on the team so I feel like he’d absolutely love just relaxing and cuddling with you. You are the only person he can really strip down to his most vulnerable and he’ll take advantage of that every chance he can. You are his self care. 

When he’s alone at night after a rough day, he’ll only ever think of having a bath with you. Lighting a couple candles, putting in that soapy rainbow thing you always buy that smells like lavender and having you sit between his legs. 

Your warm, soft skin against his chest, hair tickling his nose. The way your eyelashes flutter every time his hands graze your waist. He’ll be mesmerised by your parted lips letting out soft huffs of air, your chest raising in and out of the opaque water as his fingers fiddle with you. The water giving him a good grip to just play with your clit as long as you let him. 

He loves most when you play with his hair. Everything about it he adores. When your fingers twirl around a small tuft, when your nails lightly scrape along his scalp, the soft noise is like asmr to him. This is both when you make love and just in general. When watching tv, when in the car, when at a restaurant. He always wants you to do it and he will always think about you doing it. 

Again if he’s laying in bed at the end of a rough day and is away with you, he might run his own fingers through his hair and pretend it’s you. When he’s desperate enough, he’ll do it when he has to jerk off. He knows he looks like an idiot when he does it but with such a clouded mind, it does absolute wonders in making his hand feel like yours. 

So the lesson learnt today is that if you’re with Keegan, you’ll have to learn pretty quickly how to style his hair. 

Keegan is also a big cockwarmer. Especially if he’s just come in you and is drifting off into a nap, he’d roll onto his back and hold you close to his chest. But also if he’s going over work or you’re going over work and just need to feel close. A relationship with Keegan very much seems like a ‘doing your own thing together’ kind of dynamic most of the time. 

Not nsfw but if you’re not in the military and he’s out on a mission, he or anyone else who knows about you is not allowed to even mutter your name let alone refer to you. Especially if you have children. There's no way he’s taking even the slightest risk of you being found. It might sound cruel to some extent but he is an incredibly disciplined man and the love he feels for you is so deep that to him, this is the only way he’ll truly know that you’re safe. So much so that Walker’s boys don’t even know he has a partner. 

[loganwalkerz]

Rorke x Ajax fanfic?? Really? Yes.

Tws: Mentions of death, angst obviously, after life stuff too <3 If I miss anything, I apologise and feel the need to correct me in the comments!

Rorke and Ajax, before Elias dropped Rorke, used to have a secret thing going on behind the scenes of work. Due to their ranks, they knew they couldn't bring it up to the other Ghosts or anywhere near work. And both of them were fine with that. They tried to keep professional.

But the first time anything slipped about their secret romance was when Elias had to let go of Rorke. Ajax was too busy trying to keep his own ass alive he didn't see rorke barely hanging out with Elias until last second.

His first reaction was to rush and help, but as always, Merrick got in the way and stopped Ajax from the most likely stupid decision.

Ajax felt his stomach twist and turn on itself as he saw Elias let go of his partner. His eyes were so wide that a dinner plate looked tiny. One of his hands even held out as if reaching out for his beloved partner. Merrick, though, was snapping at Ajax as he helped Elias up from the edge. Yapping about how Ajax decision almost got everyone killed whilst simultaneously praising Elias for letting go. It's not like Merrick didn't care. it's more he didn't want everyone to meet the same fate that Rorke possibly could, already making the decision that Rorke had to be let go since he was the extra weight. Merrick, unlike Ajax and Elias, was more mentally equipped for that stupid train track scenario.

Ajax didn't know exactly what happened to Rorke over the time the federation had him, but he did know it wasn't anything good. He'd heard many stories from his team about what the federation does, mostly stuff from Keegans' late night stories that Ajax and Rorke used to roll their eyes at together and poke fun of Keegan for. Underestimating and undermining the Federation like ignorant fools who didn't know better.

Yet, in the end, the two both paid the price for their jokes and taunts. Especially after Rorke is taken into the pit snatched up from the water that should've drowned him.

That's where Rorke truly learns how cruel and brutal the federation could be, silently cursing those times he ignored keegans stupid story nights.

But one person remained clueless, that being Ajax.

And when Ajax meets Rorke again by getting held hostage by the man he once called his love, he doesn't really know what to expect. He tried to think of all sorts of scenarios and ways this could play out, tried thinking of every possible question and lies that the federation made Rorke believe.

Yet he certainly didn't expect to be accused of shooting Rorke. It's not something Ajax could do even in his worst nightmares. That was something Ajax always made clear to Rorke. That if one day one turns against the other, Ajax would never fight back or hurt his Gabriel

Yet Rorke was different, and there he was accusing Ajax of such things terrible shitty things, as Ajax was bound to a chair smelling of dirt and the stench of his own blood filling his senses thanks to the beatings and interrogation tactics the other feds had tried before Rorke. His eyes were watery not because of the pain but because of how hurt Rorke sounded by the lies the federation filled him with as he began to just..yell at Ajax. And Ajax could only yell and argue back with no way to properly defend himself in this situation

"Gabriel please..we both know I would never do such a thing! You know me! Why would I even think of such a thing!?" Ajax tried to reason with his now brainwashed and somewhat still hot ex partner. It had been a while since Ajax saw Rorke last, and he only had grown a little and gained more scarring, something Ajax was kind of.

But it was like talking to a brick wall as Rorke gave a bitter scoff circling the chair that he had restrained Ajax to upon capturing him

"I used to wonder the same thing..then I remembered you and Keegan had those secret mini fuckin meetings!" He laughs, but it's not an amused one. It sounds almost sad.

"Where you'd sit in the Sargent barracks whispering, you claimed he was just telling more of those silly stories..yet Elias, oh fucking Elias!-"

Rorke would pace around Ajax like a predator to prey. "Elias always used to joke about you and Keegan, about you two planning some sort.. betrayal against me! Was it ever really a joke, Alex? Was it?" He sneered, leaning down to his ex boyfriends face which was covered by that stupid painted mask.

Rorke rips the black fabric off of Ajax's face, staring down at the scarred and deformed skin around the left side of his ex partners face. The same scars he used to cradle within his hands and sprinkle gentle kisses, too, as the two laid together late at night as the team slept.

As Rorke leans down to Ajax, it brings some old hasty memories back.

It was an intimidation tactic that Rorke taught Ajax their first week of working together. Where Gabriel had started to catch some sort of feelings for the younger male watching him awkwardly stand by Keegan as the other recruits messed around on the training track.

The bitter sweet memories didn't last long, though, as Ajax spoke through clenched teeth

"It was nothing like that, Gabriel! You're smart enough to know that! Me and Keegan wouldn't plot against you! Keegan looked up to you for God's sake!"

Yet it was like Rorke never listened as two of Rorkes men began dragging him back into a large container. Just as Ajax meant nothin to Rorke. As if they weren't once partners who loved each other, cared for each other, and fought for and with each other.

But Ajax could tell by the look in Rorkes eyes that those memories had been altered in some way. Altered to be against Ajax and the rest of the squad

So when Ajax was taken to "destination Charlie," as he remembered Rorke calling it, he knew he wouldn't live long. That Rorke, the man he wanted to marry and grow old: with, wanted him dead. Ajax could tell no matter what he did or said Rorke wouldn't change his mind

Like as if the federation had changed Rorkes DNA and warped all his memories into lies. Lies that covered the love Ajax and Rorke used to share. The same love Ajax used to dream of repairing, and the exact same love he felt dying in Keegans arms.

Ajax felt guilty as he died, thinking of Keegan the way he used to think of Rorke. Staring at him with such love and adoration whilst trying to explain Rorkes plans.

But the guilt didn't last long as death welcomed him with open arms, sending him to his personal heaven created specially for him and him alone.

It wasn't dark and cold or a firey lake like Ajax expected. It was a meadow, specifically the same meadow Ajax used to take Rorke too on picnic dates.

It was warm and sunny, with a light breeze filled of the flowers Ajax used to give Rorke for every anniversary or valentines, mixed with the flowers Ajax sent Keegan for his first birthday away from the team in 6 years. The meadow had a flower, each representing each member of the team Ajax once called his family.

In Ajax mind,It's Ajax perfect place to rest, a never-ending peace where he can only hope that one day the rest of the Ghosts get. Filled of the good times and the perfect memories for him to lay on the soft grass and relax too

And strangely enough part of him wishing the same peace for Rorke, knowing everything Rorke's doing now, isn't what his old commander would've wanted. He knows its the federations fault, and that in another life, Ajax and Rorke would have their dream wedding. They'd live old, and they'd die together.

And maybe, just maybe after Rorke passes away maybe they'll be reunited in the same meadow Ajax is in now, that they'll be able to rest together. Just like they both had dreamed of and wanted all those years ago.

[faccal]

Ooo yeah, ask game time! >:)

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💖 What made you start writing?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Perhaps I'll send more later....

👀👀👀 oh no

I fricken knew this would happen but I was like "nahhh, he wouldn't do that." Yes, yes you would. 😂 Thank you so much for these asks, I'm excited to answer them!

These are all from this list.

🥺 It took me a while to really think this through because I'm a pro at overthinking and also, I wasn't sure if my thoughts were the right answer. So, I'd say that a common interaction that always gets me in the feels (Happy/fluffy) is when I have characters touch foreheads or tenderly caress a thumb against a cheek.

A more angsty interaction that would get me in the feels would be character A holding character B, whether they be partners or family/friends, as character B dies in their arms. Super feely!

✨ (You did this on purpose, you who often hear me insult and complain about my writing. Fiend. If I must, I shall.) I am incredibly creative when it comes to my worlds. As for my writing, I really like how far I've come and how much my writing has improved.

💖 My fifth grade teacher, who loved giving us prompts either from a published book full of art prompts, or prompts he wrote for us. He helped me find my love for writing, and fifth grade was when I wrote my first ever fanfiction which was a Percy Jackson fanfic with a self-insert oc who was helping him and the gang fight monsters. Didn't know it was fanfiction at the time. I also dabbled in my own stories, and as a child who had only ever used toys to create worlds, to sit there and see worlds in my head while putting them on paper was an awesome experience and it's stuck with me since. I've continually improved my style, and I am forever grateful to Mr. Jackins for giving me my love for writing. You have no idea the monster you created XD

🤲 A snippet? Goodness, that's too much man! You're asking too-

"You're allowed to have friends outside of the task force, Hesh. Soap seems like a nice guy." Keegan sips his coffee; coffee Soap had brought him because Keegan wouldn't stop bitching at the weak shit in the lounge area.

"Merrick makes me feel like I can't." He says, leaning against the wall opposite Keegan.

"He's a mother hen, he worries." Keegan defends, eyes full of a teasing light.

"Ha, I don't know how I feel-" His words catch in his throat, a voice from a room down the hall echoing against the walls. He knows this voice. He turns, ignoring Keegan's confusion to march down the hall and barge into the room.

"You have something that belongs to me, Captain." That devilish voice, full of hatred and conniving rattles Hesh's skull and has him falling back against the door before his eyes settle on the face before him.

Captain Price stands just ahead, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the man before him.

"Rorke!" Hesh snarls, launching forward only to be held back.

"Hey there junior!" Rorke calls, cackling like the piece of shit he is.

Hesh snarls, his teeth bared like a wild animal desperate for a kill.

"You look good, it's been a while." His eyes flick to whoever is holding him. "Still can't keep your pups in line Merrick? Damn shame." He leans back, standing to his full height on the screen. "I'll be in touch Price, I don't let shit go easily." The screen goes black, and the hard eyes of Captain Price fall on Hesh.

"We need to talk." He says, and while he holds no anger in his voice, his eyes share how displeased he is.

Thank you so much for these asks!!!! I appreciate it so much, and I'm sorry it's a bit late. I did have fun answering them, and specifically sharing some of the writing!

[tokillamockingbird427]

For the fanfic ask game:

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Thanks!

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

“You don’t recognize me.” The man says sadly. It’s a line that's usually a question, but he’s simply stating it. 

Leo shakes his head quietly, tucking an arm under his pillow. 

“My name is Elias.” He introduces himself. 

“Why should I recognize you?” Leo asks next. 

Elias considers him quietly, calculating something. Leo knows he’s “calculating” because Dad gets the same look in his eyes. 

“I knew you as a kid.” He says finally, after he reaches whatever conclusion he wanted to. 

“So you know Dad? Are you friends?” 

“It’s…” He hesitates. “Yes, I know him. No, we are not friends… it’s a bit complicated.” 

(From an Au. Logan loses his memories, Rorke lies and says that he's Logan/Leo's father, in the meanwhile Elias haunts Logan and tries to figure out how to keep him safe.)

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I've been planning my Placeholder chapters in advance, rather than just winging it, which makes the process a lot easier for me. (And I'm hoping it'll keep the story consitaint.)

I also reached 30 chapters and 90k words! That's a novel length fic baby!

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Not spoiling the damn thing when I talk to my readers. No joke. I wanna get your reactions so bad because I feel like you're gonna love/hate what I have planned, but at the same time I want you to experience it how I do! With all the buildup and plot and yummy filler!

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Hey guys. I know you all are not having a good day today because of what happened today and most likely not going to be interested in this post but this is a character intro of my OC, Aaron Rorke from my Black Lagoon fanfic Life of a Rogue also my first video I made. *scenes do not belong to me -Black Lagoon Robert's Blood Trail Opening -Jason Bourne -Scott Adkins's Films -American Assassin - The November Man*