#but eeee ty again for tagging me these make me so emotional in a good way

[gwalch-mei]

yes!!! yea yes yes!!!!! i love these sm ty for tagging me bia <333

[unadulteratedkr]

2, 18, 19, 46 and a wildcard for you too for the fic writer game 💗

eeee thank you for coming into my inbox and playing with me, Ida 🥰🥰🥰

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Oh, I absolutely have to outline before I write. Pantsless writers, you terrify me (affectionate). It's not anything very formal, like I'm not doing bullet lists, it's much more stream of consciousness mixed in with me congratulating me on good ideas that get me out of problems I create for myself. It's very chaotic 😂 See below, part of my outline for I am tired, I am yours, where I outright ask myself for help

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

It varies! If I'm writing a sequel to something, I'll often have the title picked out before I finish the piece just to keep it thematically tied to the first one. In my Vianton fics, they're all named from Brandi Carlile songs (listen, she's the first person to admit her love songs are fucked up and it fits the Big emotions of a vampire and a werewolf okay I don't make the rules), and the sequel to my actual!KrakenEd fic was pulled from a poem I used a lot as inspiration for the first fic. Sometimes titles come to me in the middle of a piece, sometimes I'm ready to publish and going ".... oh right. Title. For the fic. The fic's title. The title to go on the fic."

I usually pull from poetry or songs for fic titles, but I have some delightful notable exceptions:

-sin is sacred again is titled from the marketing copy from Kraken Rum. No really. I'm not bullshitting you. Go look.

EDIT: OKAY APPARENTLY SOME COWARD TOOK DOWN THE PART I USED AS INSPIRATION BECAUSE THE MONSTERFUCKER VIBES WERE CLEAR BUT LUCKILY I HAVE SCREENSHOTS

-it's not something I can share yet here, but I also wrote a nsfw digital tie-in piece for the Tying the Knot zine titled "The 'I Duoy' Newlywed Special", which has that title solely because I wanted to capitalize on the fucking AMAZING name @jackuntiljune came up with for Archie's shotgun wedding boat

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

This made me laugh so much because @poorlyformed will be SO proud to hear that there's a TIE between "reunions" and "rimming" in my collection.

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Ooooo, definitely emotion-driven, but rooted in the characters? Like, I want my writing to evoke emotions, and I write from a very personal place and put a lot of my own heart into my writing, but I also try really hard to make sure that it's rooted in the characters.

Very much how I approach any characters I've ever played too, I think. Like, I bring my own knowledge of the world and of feelings to any part I play, but at the end of the day.... I am NOT a water spirit or an owl or a grad student, and I need to find that character's truth and imagine outside of it, and I try to do that with fic as well. I want to bring what I find compelling to Ed or Stede, but I want to translate it through their characters to make it authentic and fulfilling to THEM.

And for my wild-card, I'm gonna pick, drumroll please [appropriate length drumroll]

#77: Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [insert fic here]?

Because I want to talk about my Stardust AU, Between the Sand and Stardust, which miiiight be my favorite thing I've written?

My favorite scene, bar NONE, was the scene where Stede got transformed into a mouse. One, mouse Stede is literally perfect, Stede as a tiny little dormouse gives me so much joy, but TWO, it's when Ed admits he loves Stede for the first time and it's so ACHINGLY TENDER because he thinks Stede can't understand him so he lets himself be a little more honest about it and ALSO I love it because Stede immediately post-transformation is a dolt and I'm in love with him:

get to know your fic writer!

[talesfromunderland]

Something to Talk About.

He was dead.

Oh, he was so dead, images of all the things Julian Blackthorn would do to him flooding Kit's mind. He was going to kill him and bury his body where no one would ever find him and know what it had become of him and-

"You look as if you were going to be sick."

Kit blinked out of his thoughts to find Ty watching him, eyes narrowed with a question; and also, mostly to shield them from the unforgiving Californian sun.

They had been walking by the shoreline for a near-hour now, discussing about the new attacks and the burst of magic that had apart in recent weeks. Even with all it meant for them now, with the Blackthorns once again involved and the strange Morgenstern, Kit had found it a soothing trance to talk with Ty all about it, who just like Sherlock Holmes could detached himself from the case and treated it as seem happening to another, the effect contagious and calming to Kit's nerves.

Until, that is, when Ty asked him:

Do you want to sleep alongside me tonight?

The question had taken him so off guard that Kit trip and would eaten sand had Ty not taken hold of his shoulders.

By the Angel, the strength in those arms.

He tried, really hard, not to stare at them or let him disappointment show once Ty released him.

And he really tried to ignore the look Ty was giving him now, question still there and would be repeated if not answered quickly.

He swallowed his original respond, because Julian will hang me, and instead said, "Why do you asked that? Something happened?"

Ty just shrugged. “Not me.” He turned to Kit’s direction. “I’ve noticed you don’t sleep at night anymore. Do you have the nightmares again?”

Again, Kit tripped but righted himself before Ty could touch him. 

“What- what?” he said. His laugh was nerved edge and Kit knew it. “I’m not having any nightmares, what are you talking about?” Kit was going to bolt any second now.

Ty stop his walking and faced Kit, completely and truly. He had never looked more like Julian Blackthorn before than he did then.

“Training room, the arrows,” when Kit had yawned so much, two of his arrows had missed by several feet, one landing before Mark’s feet. 

“Roof, the maze,” when Diana took them to train with the heavy weapons on the roof and Kit’s maze slip from his grasp, down the side of the building, to mash one of the Arthur Blackthorn’s statues. Honestly, whose idea was the roof training and the weird statues?.

“And,”  Ty continued, “the morning run.”

When they were assigned to run to the beach, and the sun and the smell became too much before darkness embraced him.

On most situations, he would been able to get away. Make a believable lie on the spot and deny any kind of interrogation until next time. 

And that of course, when they didn’t even suspect the truth. Or were Ty Blackthorn.

Why couldn’t the Angel blast to smittens people when they were asked to? It was really a win-win situation.

Ty still look at him with hard eyes. "Are you trying to prove something? Overworking yourself will make you stronger to fight your mind?"

Kit winced, the words a little too close to the truth.

”Or are you trying to avoid us? Taking advantage of your nightmares so you can leave earlier, sleep and pretend we are not there, as if you never returned?” The words were filled with doubt yet Ty’s face said he considered the possibility.

Kit’s heart stuttered, along with his tongue, and it took him a whole minute to get the words out. "What?! No! I would never do that, it’s not...it’s just...”

"What?"

Oh, the Angel save him.

Kit took a deep breath. "I'm embarrassed that...that you knew of my nightmares."

He hadn’t told anyone about them, didn’t want them knowing. Coming back to the Institute had had a lot of a positive effect on him but mostly, it had been a door back in time, to the early days when his father’s murder had been fresh and so the memories.

They had come alive, his first night back.

The blood, the demons, it had been so much more vivid then his reunion with the Blackthorns the day before.

So he trained. Trained until his body begged him otherwise, until his mind couldn’t conjure emotions during unconsciousness, at which time the sun had already risen and no one was the wiser.

No one, it seemed, but Ty.

The other boy saw everything, knew and understood.

And though softened, Ty’s face held no argument.

“You are staying with me tonight.”

Kit didn’t refuse.

----

At the beginning, it was as awkward as he feared.

Kit hadn’t made plans to waltz for everyone to see him make his way to Ty’s room (least he get a knife in the back, courtesy of Julian) so he waited for everyone to leave before sneaking there.

Ty hadn’t look up from his book, having no doubt Kit would come and only acknowledged him with a small nod.

The silence had been unbearable. Even when Ty put down his book and they both laid on the bed, it was tense and awkward, making both boys stiff and slow. Kit had tried with small talk, failing miserably when there was no flow, nothing to really talk about. He started to think it had been a bad idea to come and would had left had the guilt of leaving in the night not waighitn him down.

But then Ty began talking, and it was natural and comfortable, and gave Kit pause. He talked about the stars, his voice so soft that Kit nearly missed it. He talked about the constellations, how many ancient civilizations had used them over time, whether for their gods, mark time, or return home. Kit would every now and then add something from Jem and Tessa’s old lessons, only when he remembered when his turn was to speak. Which wasn't often, considering how much he lost himself to Ty’s voice.

They stayed like that for a time, the sounds of Institute filling the silence in the room, their whispers the only other sound, a peaceful aura which made Kit smiled. He missed this, he realized. The Institute, desert and the ocean, everything it represented, specially the boy who laid beside him staring at the star-filled sky.

Those stars really can't compete with him, Kit thought. Even if they tried.

It hadn't been a mistake leaving; going to Devon, being with Jem, Tessa and Mina. They've both need the time apart, to heal, to him themselves and accept it. They've both being too young and broken to be able to do anything together but break apart and grow to hate each other. Leaving hadn't being a mistake and, for the first time in years, Kit could now both believe and accept it.

His eyes grew heavy and Kit would had started snoring right there had he not felt a shift in the blankets. For a second, he was confused until he felt it again and realized they were moving to Ty's side of the bed.

He's stealing the blankets. Kit smiled. The cheeky thief.

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.” He really couldn't keep the silly smile from his face and neither could help the way he sing sang it.

Abruptly, the sheets stopped shifting. Kit could even swear he could feel them being tuck more closely around his body. With a smirk plastered on his face, Kit let out a happy sighed before losing consciousness.

Though not before feeling a hand being settled on his chest.

The next day, after what could only had been the best sleep on his life, he awoke to the sensation of being watched. Most shadowhunters would take this as a possible threat and prepare for a battle but Kit had no such worries. He would always know the feeling of that gaze, even dead.

Indeed, the sight that greeted his eyes when he finally opened them was that of two pretty (pff, scratch that, heavenly) gray eyes that took him in, the unbruised eyes and rested face.

“What?” he said, smiling sheepishly, though extremely self-conscious.

Ty shrugged. “You slept well,” he said. Then cocked his head and added, “Your bed head is really cute.”

At that, Kit blushed furiously, muttering about leaving the room before Julian found them, finally voicing the fear of one of the eldest Blackthorn's wrath, who could think it a good idea to kill Kit or throw him with the demons; and that was if he was lucky with the wolves first.

Ty laughed, a sound so clear and pure that never failed to warm Kit's core (and filled him with the satisfaction that he was the one who made the other boy laugh like that) and then Ty leaned close to him, resting his head on Kit's shoulder.

The boy froze for a second, though something in him did quite the opposite as Ty said, "Let him try. If you don't get away by your wits then know i'll stand with you at the end of the line and beyond." He turned his eyes to him, gray meeting blue. "We stick together, Watson. Always."

For the anon who requested this and for @sherlockedkit and @magnusthefish who i promised each KitTy fanfics and this is so far the last i have of them. Eeee, i know this isn't like the others and i'm sorry but i tried! It's not getting easier, life wants to eat me alive.

I also think this is by far one of the weirdest fics, I've ever written, I don't know why.

And this shall also be my last Kit x Ty for a while. Maybe until The Wicked Powers.

Also tagging; @alma-berry @oopstheregoesthatlifeofmine @vanillalipstick66 @samnherondale @alastairlightwxod @themerrythieves @starsfor4ever @shadowhunterbooklover1 @lost-in-fictionn @older-brother-kit​