tagged by beloved @fromcainwithlove, thank you lira!! 💖✨
rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.
i was excited to do this until i realized i hate re-reading my own writing lskjflksdfjsdfi. i'm not going to link the fics bc i'm self-conches, but if anyone would like a link, just lmk.
in order of oldest to newest:
1, above the horizontal (2012):
Eames looks too perfect, moonlight throwing half his face into relief, wreathed in lazy smoke from the spliffs, posture languid from intoxication.
2, a gun is not discursive (2012):
Eames considers it strange how often he apparently makes Arthur nervous, when by all rights Eames should be bloody terrified of Arthur. Maybe he is.
3, bruised giver, grit spinner (2014):
Instead of any avoidance tactic, he finds himself asking, “You really wanna know?”
He can feel Jesy sit up straight next to him, and he wishes he’d bothered to bring a beer out here with him. “Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” she says; her voice is soft in a new way now, like she’s afraid of scaring him, which is so strange to him—not that she has the capacity to be gentle, but that he’d ever have need for it.
4, untitled (2015):
Though Ronan’s alternating layers of practiced indifference and spontaneous anger are slowly becoming easier for Blue to handle, his room feels a bit like a land that will forsake her the moment she steps inside. Part of that is because she figures going in anyone’s room without permission is like trespassing, but also largely because it’s Ronan’s: the sanctum sanctorum of the Greywaren, who only sometimes masquerades as a wrathful teenager. Blue has the sense that she’s standing at the edge of something powerful or mystical that you should need to solve a riddle before entering.
5, could i make you shy? (2021):
lewis brushes his fingertips against the veined landscape of val’s inner wrist, cataloging the minute jump of forearm muscles. a tender touch for a tender spot. “gonna take this off now,” he says, only loud enough to carry between them. he unclasps the heavy watch, warm on the underside from where it was against val’s wrist, and sets it on the nightstand. val doesn’t move.
6, make you roll with a sinner (2021):
Charles gasps, both at the feeling of being rawed by a creature of hell and also the shock of its wings: their fearsome expanse, their sinewy texture, their dark color mottled with black veins. It seems… precious, to be held within them, ensconced like he’s important.
7, valtteri and all his engines (2022):
Sometimes he chews on the worry that Valtteri intentionally picks the hard way through just for the sake of it; like sisu is predicated on suffering.
8, do i feel right, darling (2022):
When his dick is low enough for Pierre to suckle the head into his mouth, Pierre sighs with the gratitude of being fed when starving.
9, to make me dream of you (2022):
“There,” Lewis says. He reels up and catches the jut of Valtteri’s bearded chin between his thumb and index finger gently. “That’s food for the soul.”
10, yeehaw! (2022):
"Valtteri Bottas," Daniel chides, trying out his full name for the first time. He's sure he butchers it. "Are you a slut?" He aims for scandalized and can hear in his own voice that he lands closer to affectionate.
tryin to tag ppl not already tagged: @traincoded, @thelittlebirdthatkeptsomanywarm, @tsuchansworld, @alexenglish, @starmotions, @kinghamilton, @outofbodyinjury, @charlesxcx
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