#fanfic wip guessing game ask meme

[ravensilversea]

Hi! This is for the wip guessing game. Let's see, do you have anything for Embrace, Shadow, or Interrupt?

Damn I thought this was going to be a three-for-three, but I only found Shadow in my WIPs atm. So have a snippet from the Grimm/KHR crossover I didn't finish in time for rarepairweek this year!

“Shishishi, so you are, peasant.” Bel graces the man by stepping out of the shadows into a puddle of moonlight, allowing his victim his first and soon to be last glimpse of his killer. “Do you make a habit of walking into traps, or is the Prince just lucky, Nicholas Burkhardt?”

Fanfic WIP Guessing Game

[lilolilyr]

Wip guessing game: Believe (or variants)

WIP guessing game

Hi, thanks for the ask! I don't have any Miss Fisher wips (that is the fandom we share isn't it? I'm so bad at remembering stuff lmao, do we have any others in common? LotR presumably from your url xD but I also don't have any wips for that...) so I'll just share the results from the fic I'm currently working on finishing which is an Avorah longfic (Hacks HBO)

'believe' is in there four times:

The fic is about how I imagine s4 goes, but it starts with the canon end of s3 and most of those are actually s3 finale and not post-canon. Some Deborah internal monologue from the s3 finale:

She can still barely believe that this is finally happening. Everything is coming together, her life’s work, her biggest dream and most important goal is not just within reach but actually coming true, she will host Late Night and it is going to be marvelous.

and then an as you can tell unfinished part from where I transcribed a scene later in the finale and added some internal monologue:

[Ava taken aback], like she can’t believe Deborah would dare tell her not to cry when she had been the one to hurt her. [probably right but just cant deal with her tears. ignores her look]

and another transcript with a direct canon quote:

“I uprooted my entire life for you,” Ava says when she finally regains enough control to speak. “I put you first. Because I care about you. And I can’t believe you won’t do that for me.” She shakes her head, deep sad lines on her forehead between her eyes. Her voice is almost a whisper as she continues, “You’ll never do that for me.”

and (actual fic spoilers now!) another 'believe' hides in a later chapter of my s4 AU:

Deborah rolls her eyes. “You’ll do nothing but sleep, and I’ll wake you every three hours as the doctor instructed. If you really aren’t comfortable sharing a bed with me, I’ll stay in the guest room,” she adds, feigning nonchalance but feeling hurt that Ava would believe she’d take advantage of her in this situation.

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Wip ask game: "sleep"?

Hello! Ohh, this is a fun one since I have a long overdue multi-chaptered Sterek slow burn that mentions sleep a lot (I guess that accidentally became a subtheme?). So, I'll be generous and pick out a tiny excerpt from one of the chapters, just because:

Didn’t normal people sleep in, run errands or have better things to do besides pestering him on a weekend? If he didn’t get nourishment into his body soon, he was going to become very hangry. And Hangry Stiles mixed with clerical tasks was just asking for trouble.

Thanks for the ask!

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Want to know more about my WIPs? Ask via the fanfic wip guessing game!

[haunting-heroes-creative-games]

It's all fun and games...

...when you join Haunting Heroes.

Haunting Heroes is a new DPxDC discord server. It's safe for work but entirely aimed to people 18 years or older. If you want to get an invite to join, send us an ask and we'll try to reply as fast as you can click "Ranch 2 Extract".

[shreedle]

For the fanfic writer ask game: 👻, 💕, 🤩, 💌, and 🎨!

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Oh boy, I have a lot of wild headcanons, even if many, many of them are universe-dependent or AU-dependent. But I think one of the wilder headcanons that I have is that FE Fates takes place far before FE Awakening... and that because of the this, the Awakening Trio accidentally end up becoming their own ancestors without realizing it. I've hinted at this before in a few fics, I think, but it's in the current longfic WIP where it actually becomes known to the Trio.

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

This was probably the hardest question that you sent me, because honestly, a big reason I write my fics is that I desperately wanted to read that concept somewhere. In either case, my current favorite is Bloodline.

This was the first fanfic that I ever wrote for Fire Emblem, and it was also my first fic with the silly Xander!Inigo concept, and I honestly had no idea how deep I would fall into the fandom and how much I would absolutely love writing for FE, or that you would drag me kicking and screaming into Anankos/Trio hell, Kimium.

��� What led to your interest in the fandom?

Oh man... I've been writing fanfics since I was nine, before I even knew that there was a term for it. So I can't accurately say for sure, but I can definitely make some guesses. I used to join old Mega Man fansites that had fanfics back in the early 2000s - I remember mmhp.net one, and I think mmxz.zophar.net was another (not sure). There was another one that had a lot of fanfics on it, but unfortunately, I can't remember the name of that website, but it no longer exists. But it led me deeper into reading and writing fanficiton.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

This is 100%, without a doubt, time shenanigans. Whether it has to do with time travel, or other ways to completely mess up the timelines, this is a trope that has always been near and dear to my heart. I guess that explains the characters that I tend to fall in love with in my fandoms, huh?

Quint, R-Shadow, OVER-1, Inigo, Owain, Severa, the other FE Awakening kids... yeah, there's no pattern there, not at all, nope.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Oooh, this is a tough one. Honestly, any fanart makes me ecstatic and I would love anything that was based off of my fanfics, but... I would like to specifically see scenes from either Tinted Azure Skies because the concept is something I always loved, or An Octave Higher because honestly, the scene where X just politely smiles at the fuming President was turned into a meme in-universe (not joking about that, it actually was).

[in-my-loki-feels]

10, 34, 63, 64, 67, and 74

10. Cltr+f "blinks/blinked" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up.

As Don was checking the straps one last time, Loki walked over. Don turned, then blinked in surprise when Loki reached out to wipe up the smear with his thumb. He transferred it to Don’s cheek, rubbing until it disappeared.

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer? Damn. I guess if my general despair about the state of the publishing industry hasn't swallowed me, I'd like to have at least one published book. Traditionally published would check off a dream of mine but I'd be happy with self-publishing. Either way, I'd like to have found "my people", however many that may be. (And I'd also still be writing fanfic, if I'm honest. I really love connecting to a community through fic.)

63. Something you hate to see in smut. I'm trying to think of something that wouldn't yuck someone's yum because everyone's tastes are different. I guess continuity errors? I hate being thrown out of a really good scene because someone has a third hand, or the characters seemingly teleport between two sentences.

64. Something you love to see in smut. Kink negotiation! I find communication in all forms sexy AF so I love to see the whole range of it in smut, whether it's an explicit discussion beforehand, or checking in during. Not every scene needs it, but I do love to see it.

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? I think I like both. I wrote a lot for LJ kink memes back in the day and I find it really satisfying to "meet the brief", so to speak. I also really enjoy writing from art prompts, like in a reverse big bang, but in those scenarios I had a choice. I could write for what spoke to me. If someone gave me a prompt that didn't click, I'd have trouble writing it. That's why I've hesitated to participate in Fandom Trumps Hate. I'm worried that if someone bid on me and requested something that didn't inspire me, I'd be in a tough spot.

I also enjoy writing for my own ideas, of course, of which I have many.

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it? (Is President Loki involved? lol) I don't know how to describe it, but I think my writing has a tone that would give me away. It's very "genre fiction". I also think I might use certain phrases or descriptions in more than one fic, but I don't want to list them and have anyone notice if they didn't before. (please don't tell if you have noticed, haha)

Plus, I tend to write a lot of tropes/themes that would probably give me away: found family, reunions, communication (especially after angst).

Thank you for the ask! <3 (From this game.)

[cielsosinfel]

1, 7, 16, 24, 33

Yesssss thank you >:3 From this ask meme!

How long have you been writing fanfic?

God, since I was like 9 or 10. I got introduced to sites like, Fanart Central, Fanfiction.net and Livejournal REALLY YOUNG thanks to my older sister and her friends being super into anime and video games. The first fanfic i can remember writing (in a school spiral-bound notebook) was about my Inu-Yasha OC (a rabbit hanyou...) taking the Inuyasha cast to our local mall and there was something about everyone eating jellybeans and going to in an LOL RANDUM CRAZY GIR ROXXORZ MY SOXXORZZ sugar rush. As you do in the early 2000s. I think the first fic I uploaded online was Super Smash Bros melee "humor" fic to FF.net, though.

7. Is there a character or ship you'd love to write for, but haven't yet?

Many... usually ships I love and want to write for, I start WIPs but then never actually finish anything for myriad reasons (mental health, physical health, ADHD, life exploding around me.) I have WIPs going back over a decade for many OTPs. I guess one I never attempted to write fic for but would like to one day was P4 Adachi/Dojima. And as much as I loved Kael'thas/Illidan back in the day I never tried to write fic for them, unlike my other WoWcraft ships I have WIPs of. But IDK if I ever want to write for them, the direction WOW took them in expansions soured me a lot lol

16. Is there a type of fic you would never write?

If you had asked me a few months ago I would have said "M/F ship fic" or "M/F noncon fic," but I wrote that for the very first time this year........ IDK I'd never write things I'm personally not interested in at all, but as far as things I am interested in and wouldn't write... there isn't very much I haven't at least made an incomplete sketch of a fic of.

24. What are some of your favourite tropes?

Major power imbalance with a lot of abuse of authority, ships with a foundation of traumatic bonding (the original psychiatric definition), two people who are horrible for one another but need one another to survive, "I'm the only one who is allowed to kill you" couples, H/C fic where one character is horribly assaulted sexually and then gets rescued and patched up, flipping the power dynamic where the abusive/authority-figure half of the ship has to be rescued and taken care of by the abused/subordinate-figure half, Master and Guard Dog couples.......... do you see a theme

33. Do you ever read your own fics once they've been posted?

Yes constantly. I love my writing and a lot of my fics are the only things that even EXIST for either my ships or the specific kinks/scenarios I want to see my ships in, so if I get a hankering... that's all I have to read lol. Also I re-read my longer WIPs a lot and go "wow this is great, why don't I finish this (doesn't touch it for another year.)" I like being reminded that I love my writing and also that other people love it!!!!

[blackjackkent]

🥳🎁 your turn friend :D

(Fanfic Writer Ask Game)

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

I've gone through a couple fanfic "phases" and it always kicks off when I get really hyperfixated on something and start thinking about the scenes we don't see and want to make them happen in some fashion. And then when I get comments/feedback, it just feeds the hyperfixation and I come up with more ideas and keep writing and it becomes a habit. XD

(Also shoutout to @springagainafter who is primarily responsible for my long-standing liveblogging habit which I guess also qualifies as fanfic and which I've been doing longer than any other systematic writing really. I started doing that all the way back in my Mass Effect fandom days and got very addicted to the feeling of tracking a character very closely all the way through a story and feeling out how they grow and develop. c: )

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Spent some time today working on Chapter 4 of Open Your Eyes purely so that I could have a response for this question. XD Who says ask memes aren't productive?

(This has been edited very little so apologies for rough edges. XD )

"Where are we, exactly?" Jaheira asks, looking around with narrowed eyes. Of course, she can tell the general answer at a glance, though it doesn't fill her with particular joy. Rasaad has led them to the sewers.  The ladder has dropped them off in an enormous stone tunnel, a good thirty feet wide. Flickering torches are set into the wall at regular intervals, little dots of orange stretching in a long line into the darkness.  Down the center of the tunnel flows a thick river of dark brown sludge. She gasps deep lungfuls of the blessedly cool air as they all catch their breath from their panicked run through the alleys above, and in the process gets flooded with the all-too-familiar smell - a mixture of rotting meat, offal, and garbage, intense enough to make her eyes water. Caden grins crookedly. "Hitting all the old favorites today, aren't we?" he quips. "Fog cloud escapes, angry guards, sewer run. Next thing you know, we'll be sleeping in a shitty inn and having Minsc carry fifteen broken swords to trade for a healing potion." Imoen snorts. "Hey, it's already beating out the Gate sewers. Look - they adventurer-proofed the place. Walkways and everything." She indicates the long causeways that line the sewer tunnel on either side; they're nearly five feet wide and constructed of high-quality cobblestone. "Treating us right." Rasaad doesn't laugh; he barely seems to hear them. He squints down the long dim tunnel with a preoccupied air. "We are at the edge of the Shackles Ward," he answers Jaheira tersely. "One of the poorest districts of the city. It was the first place I could find an entrance not guarded by amlakkar. They have stepped up their attention to the Muzad since I lived here." Jaheira frowns, leaning against the wall. She feels the damp condensation soak through her shirt, mixing with the lingering sweat from the desert heat above. "You didn't know that the city had put out a watch for you?" she asks quietly. He shakes his head. "No," he mutters. "The Sun Soul has a history of handling its own affairs. You have seen this - they sent the Tears of Selune after me." He scowls bitterly. "But that was many years ago. It appears their concern regarding me has escalated." He is doing a creditable job hiding his agitation, but Jaheira knows him too well. There’s an anxious crease in his forehead at the place where his eyebrows come together, and his black eyes glitter in the flickering torchlight. He is standing very still as he always does, no fidgeting, no wasted movement - but there is a vibrating tension to the set of his shoulders that tells her his inward thoughts are a maelstrom.  Impulsively she reaches out, rests the tips of her fingers against his arm. He releases a sharp outward breath and for a moment she sees a flash of regret twist across his face. Then he jerks his arm away and his expression hoods over, unreadable again. “This changes nothing,” he says, suddenly brisk. “The Muzad - the Undercity - stretches to every corner of Calimport. We will find our way to the monastery by this route, and then I shall be able to speak to my brothers without the interference of the amlakkar.” “Of course,” Caden says, with the faintest flicker of dry humor. “Very simple.”

[solsearchingnights]

Fanfic wip guessing game--

murder

A bit of the backstory for IitV Hannahxxrose if I ever get around to finishing it.

They called her a rose, but that was ignorance. She was beautiful, yes, but her thorns were more than a nuisance, her stem more than tough. She was caapi, able to climb anything, wild. She was hunted down for what she could give to others, and she was fed by a toxic soil.

But she would let them think her a rose; decorative, common, delicate.

It made the look of shock on their faces much sweeter when she drove a blade through their bodies and they figured it out for themselves. She was a murderer; unstoppable, unpredictable, bloodthirsty.

ask meme

[javelinbk]

Q and W for fic prompt game!

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

I don’t think I’ve fully discarded anything, but I’ve got too many WIPs and ideas to count! I remembered yesterday that I’ve got a follow-up on the Life of Riley boys that I haven’t posted yet, I’m still planning on doing a Paul POV switch and follow-up on Double Fantasy, and I’ve got half an idea for a Brother Dearest/Father and Son final part. And that’s not even counting all my other bits and pieces. There’s just not enough hours in the day!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Probably more general ones, I think. My favourite part of writing is figuring out all the plot points, so I don’t like them to be too prescriptive. Although I do like when one specific detail turns into a whole thing. It just depends what triggers an idea in my brain, I guess.

Thank you!

Fanfic ask meme

[brigdh]

WIP ask game: a little of "Spit on Your Grave"?

The WIP meme!

(Mentions of noncon, in case that's not obvious – 'I Spit on Your Grave' is a notoriously gory exploitation movie in which a rape victim murders her rapists)

Thank you! :D So, this is one I really, really cannot post because it's unauthorized fanfic of someone else's fanfic. (I can't decide if it's more or less ethical if I include a link to the original fanfic; I guess I will share if anyone asks?) The original was a WIP I was really into, about post-S1 Kraken-era Ed being captured by a British Admiral who, well, tortures and rapes him a bunch and mindbreaks him into an obedient sex slave.

(Look. Look. I know, okay? I like the worst things. However, I am generally too shy to post anything involving noncon in namespace, so that's another reason this was never going to be a real fic.)

The original WIP stopped updating right around the time Stede and the Revenge crew rescued Ed, capturing the Admiral who did this in the process. I really wanted more resolution, and also am always here for insane!Stede, so I wrote an extra scene to give myself some closure.

Stede approaches and kneels between Ed’s feet, hands carefully not on Ed’s knees but on the edge of the crate just beside them. “My love,” he says, voice not soft but fierce, as though he’s making a point. Ed supposes that he is, though he doubts that Coates can hear him over the pain of being shot in both knees. “My treasure, my pearl. Can I kiss you?”

Coates had kissed him, forcing Ed to take it with threats or a hand in his hair or on his collar. That had mostly been at the beginning, though. After a while he’d deemed Ed too filthy to put his mouth on. Coates is currently sobbing in pain, face down against the deck. Ed nods.��

Stede surges up and kisses him, though he keeps his hands where they are, leaving Ed free to pull away. It’s not like the chaste kisses they’ve shared since Stede rescued him. It’s deep, thorough, Stede’s tongue in his mouth like he wants to lick every part of Ed. Ed leans back and looks around; the crew have mostly glanced away, but no one seems disgusted. Even Izzy, when Ed glances over his shoulder, seems to have nothing negative to say. Ed swallows and tugs Stede up into another kiss. By the time it ends, Ed is panting and shivering. His body isn’t entirely sure the kiss is a good thing, but his soul wants it again and again and again. He tucks his face against Stede’s shoulder and tries to regain control over himself.

“Ed, my dearest,” Stede says quietly against the curve of Ed’s ear. “I have a choice for you. Would you rather hear him apologize to you, or should we just go ahead and cut out his tongue now?”

“He’ll never apologize,” Ed says immediately, instinctively.

Stede pulls back just enough for Ed to see how excited his eyes are. “Oh, but I think he will! I’ve been reading a book on the Spanish Inquisition, and I’ve picked up some really excellent ideas! I’m sure I can make him. I’ll make him kiss the ground you’ve walked on.” He pauses. “Or, if you’d rather not, we can just go straight for the tongue….”

Ed had every instinct to fight back, to protect himself, beaten away. Hurt a dog enough times and it cringes at even the thought of biting. He doesn’t think he can raise a hand against Coates even now, with Coates helpless and alone. Stede would, though. If Ed asks him. But Stede is kind and gentlemanly and –

Ed makes himself look at Stede, really look, before he can spiral back down into his thoughts. Stede, honestly, looks extremely fucking eager. There’s a line of blood droplets splattered across one of Stede’s thighs from shooting Coates; he hasn’t wiped it away, and the red is bright against the pale blue breeches he’s wearing.

“Make him,” Ed says, voice hoarse. Stede’s grin is wide enough to show his teeth as he climbs back to his feet.   

[ravensilversea]

For the one word wip ask game:

Amber

Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Ya know what? Let's do both! I have one for next year's June of Doom and another WIP that exists just for funsies:

Amber eyes look up and finally make eye contact with brown.

Looking over her shoulder, Chrome stops walking for moment to take in the way the sun reflects off Kyoko’s hair, turning it a glowing golden amber to match her shining eyes.

Fanfic WIP Guessing Game

[ofieugogyshz]

😜🏅☀️ for the fanfic ask game <3

😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)

hold up i have to have wips that aren't about me and lance for this to work here-- for some reason my dumb ass went "ah, yes, a selfship- specific meme" and didn't fucking READ the preface right.

(i mean, i do have some, but almost no one here would know the original context. almost. ) (as in, they aren't selfship related fics)

🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?

so many but i think this one comes to mind most easily bc it was one that i spent literal days on and had the most help with @mochavaporeon , for both shenanigans and editing. (also it was a snowball. a really BIG snowball)

ALSO, it was the longest thing i had ever written for one story, so it has that achievement on top of it.

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

anytime someone has Teh Feelz during their liveblog reaction of my fics. i absolutely live off your their that pain. my favorite was this one person who got to read all my qb fics, and you could basically FEEL them writhing in their feelz over the shit she did in fics. fucking. 👌 delicious shit. chef's kiss. (i do not recall their url offhand and i haven't been able to talk to them in literally or almost a decade? :( )

[watery-melon-baller]

For the fanfic ask game: 1, 5, 9, 20

And here's the link: https://www.tumblr.com/zyrafowe-sny/708016240357212160/40-questions-meme-for-fic-writers?source=share

awww yeah ty for the ask

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

typical me fic would be silly cracky shenanigans with my younger characters as they get into trouble via causing chaos and miscommunication i guess. i am comfy with writing silly banter/shenanigans but i dont mind writing a few moody fics as well, though i tend to not post em as much.

5. Share one of your strengths.

Besides how cool and sexy I am? /j uhhhh one of my stregths i would say is writing silly banter. Im good at writing ridiculous silly dialogue between (certain) characters

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

hmm. uh. unposted i would say the big multi-chapter unfinished she-ra wip ive been working on and off of for 3 years. posted works id go with identity fraud as difficult, mainly just motivation and trying to figure out how plot works and how to write in general since it was my first fic and first writing thing ever

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Ooohhh im not super picky and can write anywhere but like. Headphones and music on, privacy so no one can look over my shoulder or distract me, and no pressing deadlines so I dont feel like im wasting time by writing instead of doing homework :-)

[twelvemonkeyswere]

First-lines-of-fic Meme

I was tagged by @pretty-thief. Thank you so much for this, because it sent me looking back into some of my wips that I haven't been able to work on in a long time.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

I don't have any finished fics so I'll do WIPs. I'm not tagging anyone for now but please if you see this, do share and tag me!!! I wanna see what everyone is working on.

1. beneath my palms

(The Locked Tomb, a crossover AU where lyctors and cavaliers function like users and standos from JoJo's Bizarre Adventures)

Harrow felt the Lyctor three days before she found her. Ianthe Tridentarius. At least, that’s what last she had called the young woman. These days she’d have more titles. Accomplishments, for the glory of the God Emperor. She was probably the Saint of something by now as well, but Harrow hadn’t known Naberius Tern long enough to make a guess as to the Saint of what. At first she attempted to avoid Ianthe, just as she had done for… months, perhaps? Harrow wasn’t sure. She simply hadn’t stopped moving. Hadn’t stayed for long on any planetoid, hadn’t used necromancy more than necessary, had preferred to bleed or hurt instead of healing herself. She had been careful to disguise her thalergy, and even more meticulous in hiding her thanergy. It was doomed to eventually fail, of course. Harrow wasn’t stupid. But it was alright. Harrow didn’t need forever. She just needed long enough. Gideon had taught her that.

2. It’s in the Blood

(ASOIAF, aka "Video Ja(i)mes", a post-canon AU fic where Jaime dies and is trapped in a video-game-esque loop of dying and spawning again, facing different foes that are all aspects of himself)

Jaime awoke with a gasp, shaking off the dirty water on his face. Armor creaked as he attempted to sit up. He groaned and surrendered to the mud, which caked his beard and part of his overgrown hair. No helm. He should have his helm.

3. Nothing but Truth

(ASOIAF, Jaime and Brienne but it's the Jane Austen Emma dynamic)

The wind carried the voice to Jaime Lannister long before he reached the mansion. “…sensical! Unbelievable!” Jaime frowned. It was a man’s voice. An unknown one, at that. But Brienne hadn’t mentioned-- A door slammed shut. Someone shouted instructions, and a carriage began moving on the gravel. As Jaime took a turn around some bushes, the carriage appeared on the main path, heading away at full speed. “…ever have I seen! The creature! I can’t even…!” the man kept saying from his carriage, heavens knew to who. Jaime stared blankly after it, wishing mercy on the poor coachman, until another voice came to him from the house. “… ienne! Come back this minute! Brieeeeneeeeeee!” Resuming his walk towards the main door, Jaime saw as a horse left the stables and galloped away into the hills.

4. mallfic (working title)

(ASOIAF, mod AU where Jaime has to chaperone Myrcella's playdate with Sansa at the mall. Since Myrcella has a crush on Sansa and wants to appear cool, she asks him to walk behind them 10 steps. shenanigans ensue.)

Jaime sat on the driver’s seat blowing out air. He checked the mirrors, adjusted his hair a little, and glanced at his wristwatch. 9:15 am. He turned to look at the back seat and grinned. “Ready?” Myrcella looked back at him with all the worry, shame, and determination an 11-year-old could muster. “Uncle,” she said, solemnly. “Before we go, there is something I need to ask you.”

5. Evenstar

(ASOIAF, post-canon AU where Brienne inherits the title of Evenstar halfway North to deliver Sansa. Consequences ensue.)

The news reached them at the inn. Pod trotted back from his incursion with a face twisted by worry, fighting the weight of the travel bag that he carried on his back. “S-ser,” he whispered in a hurry, arms overflowing with stale bread and game pie. “It’s m-my lady ser, ser.”  Jaime frowned in alarm and looked over his shoulder. Somewhere in the woods they had left the ladies, waiting for their return. Pod shook his head, trembling. “It’s her l-lord father, ser. T-Tarth has fallen.”

6. blindly into the light

(ASOIAF, western AU where Brienne captures the gunslinger known as the Kingslayer but doesn't intend to get the reward, for reasons only she knows)

The sound of her gun cocking roused him up.  “Easy,” she warned. The Kingslayer stayed on the floor, breathing heavily. The cave was dark enough she couldn’t see his expression, but she could read fear in his groggy silence. “Up,” she ordered. Clothes rustled as he obeyed, and Brienne almost smirked. She could feel his tension as he realized his weapons were gone. “Slowly,” she drawled, eyes and muzzle trained on his silhouette.  He stood as tall as he was, hands above his head. She heard him swallow. “How did you find me?” His voice was deep and dry. Contained.

7. Honour & Gloury (working title)

(ASOIAF, mod AU where dragons are kept as expensive pets. as a big fan of a book series about dragons, Brienne has always wanted one since childhood, but she grapples with finding joy in the whimsy while facing the hardships of grief)

Brienne wanted a dragon. It was as true as the blue of her eyes, and the freckles of her nose. A desire so hers as mists belonged to Tarth. 

8. hermione & jaime crack (working title)

(ASOIAF & Harry Potter, a post-canon Hermione Granger--the newfound owner of complex PTSD--manages to enter the worlds of books, encounters one Jaime Lannister one day, they bond over loss and being children of war)

Hermione Granger blinked fast, adjusting to the light. She had been on the Room of Requirements just a second ago, before-- “Stranger take me,” a rough voice said. “Where did you come from?”  An unequivocally metallic sound filled the air, and Hermione saw the white sword gleaming in the bright morning. It had been nighttime just a moment ago. The man was dressed as a knight in full white armor, with a matching helm on his head and a white cape on his shoulders.  Hermione held tightly to the book in her hand, and gasped, “What the fuck?”

9. King’s Landing High School Chivalry Club

(ASOIAF, crossover Mod AU with Ouran High School Host Club where Brienne needs to face the only thing worse than rich men: rich kids)

“No way,” Brienne whispered, dashing directly to the richly dressed wall where the sword hung.  Her steps echoed as she approached, a testament to the size of the room, which was full of knicknacks till the eye could see, and yet it wasn’t full enough. She hesitated a moment in front of the sword, breathing softly as she deliberated, but resolved to take the risk. With careful, gentle hands, she unhung the painfully detailed golden scabbard, admiring the matching lion-shaped pommel. “It’s okay,” she muttered to herself as she gripped the handle to unsheathe it. “It can’t be an antique.” “Hey, that’s an antique!”

10. Cyborg AU (working title)

(ASOIAF, sci-fi AU. in a world where augmentations and cyborgs are seen as lesser because only truly wealthy people can keep up with unregulated bodies, Jaime Lannister is the only one who chose to become one to wage wars for his father and his sister, the heir of an interplanetary empire. Brienne is a doctor specialized on cyborgs, given to the Lannisters as a human resource from the Starks as part of a thin and delicate deal to try to keep the powers that be in balance long enough to retrieve the Stark children from danger.)

The door swiped open to reveal a seven-feet golden armoured mass.  Even though Brienne knew he’d be coming, her breath caught. Jaime Lannister, Lord Commander of the Lannister Army, Lord Commander of the Queensguard, was a sight to behold. His full head helmet was still on, his golden suit dented and ashened, his blastproof white cloak soiled and burnt. And his arm--his arm. It was the stuff of legends. The Lord Commander dashed in, shouting. He stopped the first Silent Brother that walked his way, and by then every soldier on a bed, and every other Silent Sibling and Maester in the room, were eyeing each other.  The golden helmet glanced around the medical facility, and when he spotted her he stomped her way. It wasn’t her area of expertise, but the exo-suit wasn’t supposed to make all that whirring, Brienne was sure.   She straightened herself and hoped, once again, Lady Catelyn knew what she was doing.

[kitty-bandit]

For the WIP guessing game: soft, touch, heart? :3

Ooo, you picked some good ones! I had so many lines to choose from, it was hard to decide. XD

Soft:

“Can I sleep here?” he asked, voice still soft and low. “I had a rough night and I don’t wanna sleep alone.”

Touch:

That slight brush of fingers against his face was the first time he’d been touched by an alpha in nearly two years.

Heart:

Considering how things ended with his ex, Lavi knew he couldn’t stand another heartbreak.

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