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dreamtigress · 8 days ago

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2024 Writing in Review

Thanks to @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag and inspiration!

2024 Writing in Review

Published on AO3 in 2024: 401,592

Everything was within the Six of Crows/Grishaverse fandom, with a large focus on Kanej, but with some Wesper and original characters. I branched off into spin offs stories, writing short form ficlets, and challenging myself. I gained new readers, some amazing beta readers, and did some beta'ing for others. I have expanded my own post-canon world a huge amount. While my writing has slowed down a bit, I have tons of future story ideas. I commissioned art for fics from great artists, and even received the first gift art for a fic just this week! Of the 22 stories I published this year, the length ranged from 542 to 75,125 words. I posted the last chapter of my last story for this year this morning!

Stories by Month Below the Cut...

January:

Broeder Liefde (Brotherly Love)

It’s been two and a half weeks since Inej set sail. Kaz has been coping, mostly. His cravings for touch are maddening, and he misses Inej fiercely. Jesper and Wylan try their hardest. We get to see some domestic and sexy Wesper stuff, too. This is wish fulfillment post-canon personal and relationship development. There are intense, and sexual, scenes between consenting adult characters, and discussions of trauma.

February:

Jezelf Leren Kennen (Learning To Know Oneself)

This piece exists in the space directly after Crooked Kingdom, during KoS/RoW, and serves as a prequel for my series Kanej Wansen. Exploring Inej’s reunion with her parents, her discovery of who she can be as Captain Ghafa, hunting slavers and doling out justice, and her path to reclaiming her own body and sexuality. Exploring Kaz building his empire in the Barrel, and his journey through practicing touch and examining his armor; seeing him hit despair, and clawing his way back out again.

March:

Zeilen (Sailing)

The Wraith has captured The Nalaika, and Inej and her crew celebrate the victory. We learn some of Mesa’s history, and see some resolution there. The Wraith may gain a new crew member. Inej goes on her “Lion Hunt”, and brings back a memento. I’ve built in layers of serious issues with more lighthearted moments, and with four Original Character POV sections.

April:

Verbanden & Geesten (Ties & Ghosts)

Kaz deals with waiting for Inej to return, gang politics with the Razorgulls, redecorating his bedroom, getting a tattoo, and a visit to his childhood home. Jesper and Wylan visit the Slat, meet Krai, and help Kaz out with some gang politics, among other things.

Drie Is Een Feestje (Three is a Party)

Meril, Mikhal, and Nico, Dregs members who work at Magpies & Makkers, are relaxing in the club after hours when Meril decides to reveal to her partner Mikhal that she wants to act on the attention they've both noticed from Nico. After some negotiation, they head upstairs for some kinky fun and power exchange that works out far better than any of them expected. (Spin off story from Kanej Wensen but in the same canon.)

May:

Vindingrijkheid (Fabrication/Invention)

This story follows Jesper’s Fabrikator training with Tij Bashnya at Toren Leder. This takes place during and after Verbanden & Geesten. (Spin off story from Kanej Wensen but in the same canon.) Jes begins learning how to better focus his powers, some leather crafting, and a good chunk about his mentor as well. We get a section from Tij’s POV, and see how she views her new found apprentice. We also get to see Jesper and Tij trading stories as they work on a custom order for Kaz.

Thuiskomst (Homecoming)

Inej returns to Ketterdam, coming ‘home’ to Kaz. It’s a rainy day, but they’re back at the Slat soon enough for a reunion dinner and reconnection time. They update each other on all sorts of news, explore some physical intimacy with a setback, recover and relax. Inej gets birthday gifts, and to see Kaz’s redecorated bedroom. Kaz brings up the ideas of going out to dinner and taking a vacation.

June:

Geheugen (Remembering)

The morning after Inej returns to Ketterdam, she pokes a little too hard at Kaz about his past, and he pokes back about hers. Their argument leads to confessions on both sides, of things they’ve kept hidden from each other. They discuss heavy parts of their past, bringing some things to light. They also explore how arguing can lead to better communication, and to make up sex. After some reconnection, they have a chat about Jesper’s random offer of spanking.

Bevrediging (Gratification/Naughty: To Cum)

Inej has another educational chat with Jes & Wy about kink. Kaz takes her out on a date in public to Pelegrini, for an amazing dinner. Upon return to the mansion, their evening gets very kinky. Inej takes control, tries out some new toys, and hilarity and hotness ensue. Kaz comes to grips with a new phrase from Inej.

Een Taal Aanleren (Language Lessons)

Omar and Ryo, Dregs members who work at Magpies & Makkers, discuss their mutual crush one evening on their way back to the Slat. Each man has a hurt from his past to contend with. Occasional language barriers make their night interesting. We get to learn more about Omar’s past crush on Nico, and why Ryo left Bhez Ju. This story turned into a tri-lingual affair, giving us more insight into both Ryo and Omar’s backgrounds and cultures.

July:

Schurken Gemaskerd (Rogues Masquerade)

This spin off story from Kanej Wensen ties together a slew of little plot lines and character arcs. We get ten different character POV’s surrounding the Rogues Gallery expansion opening gala. Zurye has a surprise meeting. Ryo gets a surprise assignment. Jesper is in a tizzy with all of his planning duties. Rook is in a tizzy because Jeter’s all dressed up. Kaz leads his Dregs in a Barrel parade to the Rogues Gallery. Mesa has a chat with Tajed while she’s trying to work. Inej finds out some intel from Rosa Ortega, leader of the Liddies. Wylan has a run-in with another member of the Merchant Council. Jeter is Kaz’s assistant for the night, and brings the news of an incident. Oxana gets to witness a private debriefing of the Crows.

August:

Canon Maintenance

Cannon Maintenance was created for @Discessio: For the Queer Pride Ficlet Friday Tumblr Challenge Prompt: Senn/Kalu and 4. "An unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort."

One early morning, Kalu decides to finally say something to Senn about the obvious crush the former Dregs member has on The Wraith's bosun. Fun times ensue.

Recruitment Pitch

Recruitment Pitch introduces a new original character who may be joining the Dregs. One of Kaz's part time spiders, Cory, notes a pick pocket working in Fifth Harbor, and intervenes before any of the bruisers see the thief.

Metamour Meeting

Metamour Meeting features The Wraith's new zowa crew member Zurye heading to Alexi's home after her chat about Oxana with Captain Inej Ghafa. (During Schurken Gemaskerd.)

Girl’s Afternoon

Seile and Meril go out for a Girl's Afternoon, eating waffles at the Kooperom and catching up.

Making New Memories

Making New Memories was created for @Tinyarmedtrex: For the Queer Pride Ficlet Friday Tumblr Challenge Prompt: 1. for any ship you want! ‘It’s my right as a bisexual to sit this way.’

Mikhal goes up to check on Nico after Ryo gave him a black eye during a sparring session. He attempts to help the blond bouncer forget his troubles.

Friends Like This

Oxana is really lucky to have Friends Like This. Alexi gives her some advice to help with her relationship with Zurye.

Dream Come True

Dream Come True was created for @Discessio: For the Queer Pride Ficlet Friday Tumblr Challenge Prompt: Senn/Kalu and Turquoise: Magic

Kalu wants to make a little magic happen for Senn, and further explore their relationship. This is a bit of a sequel to Cannon Maintenance.

October:

Grijp De Teugels (Take the Reins)

After returning to the Slat after working at their respective clubs, Anika and Pim have some kinky relaxing time together. Their power exchange runs contrary to what outside observers might assume, with Anika handing the reins to Pim. We learn a bit about their backstories, and get to see just how confident Pim is when it comes to handling his girl. They have some post sexy time snuggling, and an important conversation.

November:

Forest Green Lace

This idea has been in my notes for a while, and Smutsgiving seemed liked the right time to write it out. Jesper has a surprise for Wylan featuring forest green lace, and he's maybe a little nervous about it.

A little light on the smut, a little heavy on the soft and adorable.

Morning, Captain

One more thing for Smutsgiving! With a bit more smut. I had this idea in my Spin Off and Ficlets notes, and Lizabet and Specht totally needed some more screen time. Even if he is *supposed* to be getting up and being responsible.

December:

Vakantie (Vacation)

Kaz takes Inej on a vacation to his childhood home, the farm located not far from Lij. From reveals on the ride down, to days spent relaxing, they figure out how to enjoy a vacation. Inej gets some new insights into Kaz’s past. He relives and discusses painful memories, but also finds some solace in the process. There’s fun and connection, stargazing and sexytimes, and a few interesting surprises in the mix as well.

Open tags for anyone who wants to do a Writing Review of their year!

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gwenfr · 3 months ago

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Making a pinned post of things by me because like everybody on this website, I can't find anything...

9-1-1

Drawings / arts

- Hen/Karen for International Lesbian Day

- The red string theory of Buck and Tommy

- Date night for the 118 and 217 firetrucks

- The firetrucks are Buck and Tommy's "horses"

- Buck and Tommy enjoying Halloween with Jee and dressed as superheroes

- Buck and Tommy having some alone sexy time in a firetruck

- Tommy naked and covered in honey

- Buck and Tommy as little gnomes

- Tommy gives Athena some flying lessons

- the keystar plane kissed the hotshot truck

- TommyBubblesBuck

Writings

Ficlets :

- Chimney is the matchmaker of the queer community

- Tommy has a different handshake for every 118 member

- Buck learns what it means to be a firefighter's partner

- Buck makes some cakes at the fire station for Tommy

- Chris filmed some important moments in his two uncles Buck and Tommy's lives

- Tommy thinks it's Evan who is cool

- Buck can't access Wikipedia at Tommy's house

Fics

- Tommy relives his past Halloweens to better enjoy his first one with Evan and Jee

#things by gwen

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firawren · 9 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @aloveforjaneausten!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 34 (holy crap how did that happen?)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 268,434

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Beauty and the Beast and Pride and Prejudice, but I also occasionally write for others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All of them are Elizabeth/Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, surprise surprise.

Mr. Darcy's bedchamber (rated E, 8.2k words) Premarital smut and wedding night sexy times.

The last man in the world whom I could ever suspect of being ticklish (rated M, 746 words) Fluffy funny sexy times ficlet.

Ungentlemanly (rated E, 5k words) 5+1 smut about Darcy learning to talk dirty in bed.

I come back to the place you are (rated G, 1k words) Fluffy funny missing/embellished scene from canon.

Carrots and the missing bonnet (rated G, 793 words) Post-canon newlywed fluff ficlet.

5. Do you respond to comments? I try! Sometimes I take a long time, or miss responding to some, but I always read and love every single comment I get.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I never write angsty endings. I guess Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills is the closest, because it's kind of bittersweet?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of my fics end happily, so it's hard to say which is the happiest. Maybe Transformation?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, knock on wood.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep, though only about half of my works involve sex. It is always extremely sappy even when it's extremely filthy **cough Everything he's got cough**. Porn with feelings is just my favorite!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've written two so far. I suppose Rediscovering what was lost is craziest just because I break up two canon couples that most people love (myself included) and put them with other people, but still, it's not at all a crazy crossover, IMO.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I started to, but it's not finished.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? Beast/Belle

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I suppose my Gaston/Lumiere smut fic, just because literally no one cares about them as a ship haha!

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good at characterization and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plotting, dialogue, humor.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't really understand this question... I only speak and write in English. In my BatB fics, I will use French words and phrases occasionally, but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Pride and Prejudice

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I think I have to say Transformation (rated E, 123k words, Beast/Belle and Gaston/Lumiere) because I'm really pleased with how I was able to create a solid, interesting plot with multiple stories woven together, I think I did a good job with the characterization and emotions, and it just has so many tropes and kinks in it that I personally love, so I can read it for my own personal enjoyment!

Tagging with no pressure: @thefamilybruno @annaofthenorthernlights @bad-at-names-and-faces @glassslippers-n-cowboyboots @bethanydelleman

#tag game #fanfic #my writing #personal

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spnfanficpond · 2 years ago

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April 2023 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE (you don’t have to be a member) CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for Tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Natural Woman by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Floofy, sexy, fun, and hot!

~*~*~

Nominated by @glygriffe

What Goes Around Don't Come Around (or Maybe It Does) by @rauko-creates

I always appreciate Rauko's way with words and it was probably the best way to introduce myself to Drowley fanfic. "Crowley deserved to be loved" is the summary and I agree.

Plain sigh by @luci-in-trenchcoats

This fic has a lot of fun twists and turns and fluff, even dealing with a serious matter like kidnapping. I had a lot of fun reading this!

Apple of My Eye (series) by@bamby0304

This series has been nominated before (and not that long ago) but I just discovered it and I love the way the Reader and her daughter are interwoven in the arcs of two very different seasons of the show.

Pure by @deanwinchesterswitch

This short piece feels real and raw, primeval, which fits the Purgatory setting beautifully.

Being Human by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Dean needing a break between cases and Castiel allowing him to take that break, to just... be human for once is heartwarming.

Part-time soulmate by @princessmisery666

Dean will never allow his relationship with the [unnamed female character] to be a 'normal' picket-fence one, even if he wants it so much. So... a lot of angst, just the way I like it!

~*~*~

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

The Hero, The Myth, The Legend by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

I have so many feelings about this fic. Some of my favorite Dean traits are lovingly explored here: empathy, compassion, protective nature, enthusiastic embrace of healthy casual sex between consenting adults, open discussion of trauma. The Reader is a bold and well-developed character herself, and the descriptions of each of their behaviors and feelings are so vivid and engaging. This is a fic I will read and re-read in the coming years.

Buttons by @wingedcatninja

The build-up and anticipation is delightful and so sexy in this short little ficlet!

~*~*~

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Forbidden Fruit (series) by @crashdevlin

It's a really interesting dynamic, it's a great first chapter and I love the relationship between them!

~*~*~

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Pure by @deanwinchesterswitch

This made me feel TOO MANY THINGS TOO FAST and it hurt so now y'all gotta read it, too and feel my pain!!

~*~*~

Nominated by @princessmisery666

He Is The Storm by @deanwinchesterswitch

So much emotion in so few words. Brilliant and so proud of Kym for writing a drabble!

Tattered (series) by @stusbunker

I don't usually read AU's but this one has drew me in and now I'm here for it!! The emotions are palpable and I can't see where it all leads.

Book of Revelations (And A Side of Coffee) by @cockslutpadalecki

Dean playing matchmaker and the fluffiness is too much. I love it so much!

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AWESOME WORK AND GREAT FEEDBACK!

These are not actual awards, as in, there is no competition! This system is set up so everyone has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author in the Pond that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

#angel fish awards #angel fish awards masterlist #spnfanficpond #fan fiction #fanfiction #fan fic #fanfic #spn fan fiction #spn fanfiction #spn fan fic #spn fanfic #supernatural fan fiction #supernatural fan fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #fic rec #spn fic rec #supernatural fic rec

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sugareey-makes-stuff · 1 year ago

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This is definitely a long time coming, but I finally wrote a text only fic for Sterek, complete with a stylized AND plain text view for reading! Also my first long fic that I've written since...I don't even know when (aka it's NOT a drabble or ficlet!!). This is also belated from July, but for reasons you can read more about below the cut. Inspired by @yearoftheotpevent's July prompt "stars," as well as sniperjade's Masturbation Midsummer Bingo 2023, using the square "I can't anymore," and Summer of Cum 2023 prompts "creampie," "come marking," "precome," "come swallowing," "coming untouched," and "coming in pants" (yeah, there's definitely a spicy theme here :P).

Title: Feel You Breathing (<- on AO3) Rating: Explicit WC: 8.4k Tags: Texting/Sexting, Established Relationship, UST, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Fantasizing, Teasing, Banter, Filthy, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Idiots in Love, Writer Derek Hale, Bartender and Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski, Business Trip, Flight Delays, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Nipple Play, Light Dom/sub, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Humor, Shopping, Sex Toys, Kink Exploration, Werewolf Mates, Anchors, Love Confessions, Pet Names, Romantic Angst, Stiles AND Derek are Little Shits, POV Alternating

Summary: Derek: So, you need a distraction. Stiles: Maybe Stiles: It’d be better if you were here to help me with that. Stiles: ;D [Or: Sexy things start late one night when Derek gets a text from Stiles and escalate from there. A few secrets are revealed along the way.]

Some of my lovely Sterek friends know I've been dabbling in and out of writing text fics since last year (2022). Easier said than done 1000%, I'm going to tell you that right now. It only took me 3 tries to get it right! (And yes, it means my other 2 WIPs need to be reworked, le sigh.) It's one thing to write a text fic, but it's a completely different beast to style the damned thing with AO3 skins while making it as legible and accessible as possible. I thankfully know how to code in CSS and HTML, but it took me quite a long time to create a custom skin template that I liked and could reuse while getting the look and feel just right for our idiotic boys and the overall Teen Wolf world. Texting and sexting is legit an art. There are so many ways to approach how to write a text because each person does that differently. There's also intention required when using emojis, figuring out how someone would react to things, and hell, even playing around with timestamps and timezones is important. A text fic isn't just about words. All the tiny details add up and make a new experience. I think I took a full week to QA this whole fic because I wanted the aesthetic to look good, and it was worth it! It was nice to make something for myself, which let me write dialogue and banter and a lot of fun things I normally wouldn't had this been a different kind of fic. Super grateful for having a Write-A-Thon sprint weekend, which motivated me to finish the bulk of this baby up. And when I think about it now, this labor of love was originally supposed to be an experiment for me to play around and learn more about coding intricacies. It was supposed to be a short Porn without Plot thingie (but uhhh, it's definitely Porn with Plot and Feelings because that's the way it is). 1-2k words somehow became 8k+ words. No regrets though. It has been a long time since I've felt good about writing something this long and doing something different than the norm. It has been such a blast coming up with all the texts in this fic, because they're humorous and spicy with the usual banter and sarcasm we love between Derek and Stiles. But hey, there's some romantic angst too (they might be texting and using words, but they could do better, of course). Anyway, I hope you give this a read when you have a chance. Enjoy!

#year of the otp #teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #MasturbationMidsummer #summerofcum2023 #teen wolf fanfiction #fic challenge #spicy #fic rec #self rec #my fic #sugareey

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0nelittlebirdtoldme · 2 years ago

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Here’s a question, Birdie. Can any of your vamp boys turn into bats? Or does Drac and Johnny only do a wolf and Les and Louis can’t shift their shape at all?

Jonathan kept looking back at him, holding his gaze. Then his posture changed, his shoulders dropping. Oh, he had to be kidding him. "You can turn into an animal?" he asked in disbelief.

The Count waved his hand in dismissal, making Jonathan’s eyes dart back to the moves of his opponent. "Oh, I can change into quite a number of things. And I believe that there is the possibility that you could learn it as well, with enough patience and training. You'd be the first of my Brides to master that skill, but if anyone would be able to do it, it would be you."

"Really?" Jonathan made a sharp step forward, forcing Dracula now into the other direction, his fists balled and raised in front of his chest. "Well, what kinds of things then?"

"Mist, darkness and shadows. Regarding animals, only a few distinct specimens, and nothing too outrageous, or sexy to that matter. A swarm of flies or bats. Rats. A wolf." Dracula shrugged, now taking a step forward himself, driving Jonathan back.

"But a wolf is-" Jonathan stopped himself, biting his own tongue.

The Count raised an eyebrow. "A wolf is what?"

"...impressive," he slowly said, moving to the side.

As quoted from my terrible monster-lovechild Death's Sunrise

That said, I am fairly certain that Dracula only ever turned into shadows and said wolf!form in my fics - I never got around to write about his other talents (note to self: perhaps I should?)

Vamp!Jonathan also only ever turned into a wolf outside the long fic, in 2 oneshots/ficlets. (Push Through and Nearly Out)

I am not so sure about Louis and Lestat, but I am in favor of them not being able to shift into animals - especially since Les has the cloud gift anyway.

Would love to hear other ideas and headcanons for either of those vampires!

Also, lovely ask @grimgrinningghosts456, thank you so much! 🖤🦇

#my fic #tumblr ask #my headcanons #dracula x jonathan harker #dracula #dracula daily #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #lestat x louis #loustat #vampires

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thethirdromana · 1 month ago

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How many wips have you got and about what?

I have 12 at the moment, at various stages of completion from basically just a concept, to mostly finished, to probably dead.

After Dark (probably dead) - this was from my brief Siskoshir phase. It's night time and various people are sneaking around Deep Space Nine to visit their lovers. I think I'd have to get into Siskoshir again to have the motivation to finish it.

All Your Yesterdays (dormant) - this is a wildly ambitious DS9 fic, with the premise that after the end of the series, Sisko asks the Prophets to send him back to DS9 when he first arrived there, to try to prevent the Dominion War. This could plausibly be at least novella-length, and will probably not happen until I next rewatch DS9, so watch out for it in 3-5 years.

Christmas Eve, 1901 (nearly finished) - Dracula ficlet, does what it says on the tin. I'll probably tweak this one and then publish when it starts to feel properly Christmassy.

Enterprise celebration (half-written) - I posted the start of this here. The Enterprise crew gets sex pollened and has an orgy. I probably need to reacquaint myself with Enterprise before I finish it, but I do want to finish it.

Everyone has to be dabo girls (half-written) - DS9 fic, also does what it says on the tin. This one floundered on my inability to decide what sexy outfits everyone should wear. (The idea is that it's mostly silly and a bit sexy but that the crew also learns that being a successful dabo girl is hard.)

Five Ways to Break the Prime Directive (probably dead) - Picard gives a speech to new Academy cadets about the prime directive, then we flash back to all the ways previous captains have broken it.

Road trip (nearly finished) - Babylon 5 smut. This is with my beta reader as we speak, and awaiting a better title.

The Battle of Bamber Bridge (probably dead) - DS9, in which Sisko, Bashir and O'Brien's Battle of Bamber Bridge holosuite programme glitches and lands them in the real thing. I think it would be a fun idea but unfortunately I have no motivation to actually write it.

The Further Adventures of Nog and Friends (half-written) - this is a sequel to Human Error that I've been failing to finish for about three years now. One day!

The Seduction of Jean-Luc Picard (mostly just a concept) - Picard has ethical dilemmas about whether it's right for him to date Q.

Valet's Honeymoon (half-written) - this is probably my most active WIP, a Jeeves/Wooster story in my Happily Ever After, Jeeves series. Hopefully I'll have time to work on this over Christmas.

What They Don't Teach You at Ferengi Commerce School (half-written) - this is the only one that's on AO3, unfinished, sitting there as a lesson to me about posting fics before I know the ending. I do intend to finish this eventually, but the stars will really have to align for me to get there.

#ask and askance #my fanfiction #it probably goes without saying that if you love the sound of any of these then please do tell me #because that would be very motivational for me in terms of actually finishing them

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obishenshenobi · 3 years ago

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Would you ever write the Quillucius painting scene? ;)

Ohhhh, you mean the scene inspired by these amazing photos you found in this amazing post?

Hells yes!

#writing #i learned to write fic by writing sexy ficlets #might be time to dust off those skills 😉#high rollers dnd #that's some quillucius college au stuff if ever i saw it #quillek ad khollar #lucius virion elluin elenasto #of sorts #quillucius #i just think theyre neat

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kentray · 3 years ago

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My RoyKeeley fan fics

I've found there are not enough Roy/Keeley-centered fan fics... I mean them as a couple, not with anyone else. So I wrote some! For those interested, here are some quick links. All are "possible" scenarios pre-series, during the series or “what ifs”. Since S3 ended, a few are now AU or non-canon. I also wrote a big fix-it fic for S3. Sigh. If/when I write more I will add the links to this post.

Many are missing scenes from various points in Season 1, 2 & 3, or possible scenes not relevant to the plot, so I've linked them together here if you want to read them in order. They are also linked below separately.

Go and Get Your Girl - A post S3 reunion fic, inspired by an interview Juno Temple gave after the series where she hoped that Jamie would eventually tell Roy to "Go and Get Your Girl".

Sincerely Yours, Roy Kent XOXO - Missing scene when Roy & Keeley reunite during S3E10, International Break. Sexual Content.

Matters of Accountability - Not yet back together, Keeley finds Roy at a vulnerable moment, alone at AFC Richmond. Chapter 1 is POV Keeley. Sexual content. Complete, 62,000 words.

The Break-up - General Audiences. The reason for the Roy/Keeley break-up in my opinion. A miscarriage and Roy’s insecurities. POV Roy Kent

Get What You Need - Roy & Keeley both had too much to drink at Sam’s restaurant, both can't stop thinking about each other. (sexual content)

Rebecca to the Rescue! - Rebecca hates to see Keeley so distraught and decides to take action. POV Rebecca Welton

Something to Talk About - Missing scenes between the gala and when Roy & Keeley first kissed in Season 1, from the point of view of everyone else. (6 parts - complete)

That Four-Letter Word - A Keeley POV ficlet: When’s the right time to tell someone you love them?

Roy’s Demons - Contemplating Roy’s emotional burdens because he can’t do it himself. Just a short one.

After the Bath - What happens after Roy comes back once Keeley has had her “me time”. (post-Headspace S2E7) Mild sexual content.

Saved the Best of Me For You - Roy/Keeley but mostly Ted/Rebecca. Rebecca watches R/K’s first wedding dance & wonders if she’ll ever find true love.

The Perfect Storm - What happens when something or someone clouds Keeley’s good sense and cheerful disposition? Sexual content

More Than Just a Game - Just an ooey, gooey pile of romantic mush. You have been warned!

Teenage Dream - Keeley introduces Roy to her Gran. The moment inspires some surprising memories to be revealed. Sexual content.

On Their Radar - Three times Roy & Keeley met over the years prior to AFC Richmond.

Is She Worthy? - Roy’s sister never cared about his love life, that is, until Phoebe was involved. Roy’s sister’s POV.

First Date: Jonesing for a Kent: Roy and Keeley’s first date. As simple as that. Sexual content.

The Press Room - Another Season 3 scenario where Keeley is helping Colin Hughes with an announcement and it coincides with a proposal. Sexual content.

Sexy Christmas, Take Two: Sexiest of All the Days - Missing Scene: This is pure, fluffy, sexy fun between Roy and Keeley on December 28th. Sexual content (obviously).

After the Photoshoot - Missing scene: The aftermath of Roy and Keeley's confessions during the photoshoot. Keeley's POV. Sexual content.

After the Funeral - Missing scene: After the emotional funeral, Roy and Keeley's reactions to each other. Keeley's POV. No sexual content.

After Man City - Missing scenes: Keeley learns what happens in the locker room after the Man City match. Keeley's POV. No sexual content.

We Only Got This One Life - 12 chapter (complete), post-Marbella with a break-up. Sexual content.

I Could Never Be That Free - One-off, post-canon, explores Roy's (mild) kink. Sexual content.

Gossip Girls - Keeley reveals a secret to Rebecca & Sassy about her early attraction to Roy. Roy wants to repeat history. Sexual content.

Bent Like Kent - Missing scene, Christmas Day. Roy brings Phoebe home & returns to give Keeley a few other gifts, including one that surprises himself. Sexual content.

Struck by Lightning - Missing scene, Season 2 Episode 4 - Roy & Keeley return from their double date with Rebecca. Sexual content.

Added Time & Teamwork Goals -Honest conversation between Roy & Keeley post-Marbella. Roy's POV.

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Summertime, And The Livin’s Easy- a black sails fic prompt fill

this became incredibly long so instead of just posting it with the ask i’ve made it’s own post

@themelonface asks- For the fic prompts (if you're still taking them), silverflint talking about children. Can be AU, can be set during or after canon. I just have a feeling Miranda never wanted any, Thomas was too wrapped up in the fight for equality to need anything more than cats, but maybe James would have wanted kids in another life.

HERE MY DARLING HAVE THE FIRST OF hopefully TWO PROMPT FILLS because i want to write a post canon ficlet for this ask as well.

but for now have modern au silverflint (and hamilton at the end) and the discussion of children 💕

cw for mentions of child abuse and shitastic fathers!!! but theres nothing graphic mentioned or shown.

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It was the hazy space between what would have been brunch on a weekend and the corporate lunch time rush and the start of cocktail hour on every other day when half the bars in Brooklyn Heights hadn’t actually opened their doors yet and those that had were serving sandwiches and day drinking friendly cocktails.

The Walrus was one of the latter.

Silver slid off his bar stool as the last member of the aforementioned lunch rush stepped out the door and leaned against the polished bar top with a bright grin. “How you holding up, honey?” Muldoon rolled his eyes. “Please, a corpse could make an aperol spritz.” “I doubt a corpse could make that many of them that quickly.” “Flattery might work on other men,” Muldoon said, as he always did, with a wag of his tattooed finger and a smile fighting to show on his face. “But it will not work on me.” “Are you sure? Cause you were pretty sexy with those martinis. Remind me why its always vodka?” “Your boyfriend has told you that a dozen times already, I know it for a fact, you shit.” “Okay but maybe I wanna hear you explain it. Again,” Silver said, propping his chin on his hands and putting on his best Cheshire smile, throwing in a slight batting of the lashes just for Muldoon’s sake. They played this game every time Silver wasted away a few hours at the bar, which he was starting to do more and more often. He’d joke with Flint that it was only out of boredom, but in truth, he felt safe there, nestled in the corner with his laptop or acting as an honorary member of the staff when they needed some help. He didn’t want to dwell too much on it, on why he felt so safe there or why after so many years he was once again feeling so painfully devoted to the same group of men who’d despite everything, seen him through hell. Muldoon sighed, his hands making quick work of filling the high powered steam dishwasher under the counter. He pushed it closed with his hip and looked up at Silver, finally cracking a smile. “Do you want to help me run bar for a bit, love? While it’s quiet?”

Silver was behind the bar before Muldoon could even consider changing his mind. He did pause to duck into the kitchen quickly, where the two line cooks- Randal and Dooley- were working on their mise en place and Vane was wedged into the alley doorway with a cigarette in his mouth, recovering from the lunch rush. His long hair was carefully tied up in a braided bun and covered in a bandanna, ears lined as always with half a dozen hoops a piece. “Why do you look like you just ate a canary?” Vane asked around his smoke. “No reason. Where’s the Captain?” Vane nodded to the walk in pantry where Flint was likely checking stock counts, “he’s in a mood again.” “When isn’t he? When he’s done tell him to come up to the bar I’ve got a surprise,” Silver said, still wearing that grin, and Vane laughed with a nod, going back to watching the alley behind the bar. “Alright come on you flirt-” Muldoon called, and Silver quickly washed his hands and snagged one of the spare aprons Hal kept behind the bar. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how to make a cocktail, he played bartender for house parties all the time. But there was something different about learning to do it properly, from Muldoon who clearly took great pride in it, and in a place that was quickly becoming a second home to him. An hour in, and several successful cocktails later, Muldoon allowed Silver to help him actually fill orders for the few customers they got, though it wasn’t many. Flint still had not resurfaced from the kitchen, and so Silver kept his focus on the recipes Muldoon had him run through- proper martinis and Manhattans, Mojitos and mules, mezcal margs and all the things you could do with the collection of Amaros and aperitifs behind the bar. The customers were students on their way home from morning classes, morning shifters heading home or stopping for some food before the evening shift at their second job started, regulars who stopped in for lunch because no one made a cuban quite as well as their kitchen did. And then the door chimed and Silver looked up with his customary smile and greeting ready, waiting to see where the guests might seat themselves- the host wouldn’t be in till four when the official dinner service started- and found himself staring at, well, children. Six of them, all too young to be in a bar unsupervised even before happy hour but probably even too young to be wandering around Brooklyn by themselves as it was. The older two definitely had the hardened older sibling with “semi absent if not entirely absent parents” look around them, Silver knew that look far too well, though whether the four younger kids were siblings or just under their care he couldn’t be sure. All of them were wearing some variation of public school uniform which Silver recognized from the public school a few blocks away. “Hey Nicki,” Muldoon said with a wave, and one of the older kids with short messy dark hair and equally dark eyes waved back. Silver looked at Muldoon quickly with raised brows. “Do me a favor go find Flint, okay? Tell him the kids are up front.” Silver just nodded, watching as Nicki and the other older kid shepherded the younger kids into the big corner booth closest to the bar without being told to, and slipped into the kitchen. Vane was at the prep table, knife in hand and making quick work of a cut of meat. He didn’t look up when he heard the door swing open but tilted his head expectantly. “Flint?” Sliver asked. “Smoke break, should be about done. Said he was coming up to see you in a minute.” Silver threw open the back alley door and there was Flint, propped up against the wall with a beaten up paperback on his knee and a forgotten cigarette in his hand. He looked up at him with a frown. “Hey whats wrong? You set the bar on fire with a flaming mojito or something?” he said, wearing a rare teasing smile. “Not yet but theres like, half a kindergarten class upfront.” Flint blinked, looked at his watch, and swore, “shit they must’ve let out early cause of the heat.” “Darling, what in the hell are you talking about.” Flint stubbed out the cigarette and tossed it in the ashtray by the door, kissing the top of Silver’s head as he passed. “I’ll explain in a minute- Vane! Leave the dinner service I need you on the meal kits with me-” “Already started on them,” Vane said, waving the knife idly as he portioned the meat into rather exact ready to cook portions. Flint nodded and washed his hands. “Dooley wheres those sandwiches I told you to fix-” “Here boss.” “Silver,” Flint loaded up six plates of sandwiches onto two serving trays and passed the lighter of the two to Silver. “Take one of these out with me ‘kay?” Silver nodded and balanced the tray on his shoulder, following Flint out of the kitchen. The bar was still mostly empty, Muldoon hanging out at the corner of the bar closest to the kids, making them each a Shirley Temple and passing Nicki a pitcher of water for them to share. Normally, Silver would’ve made some smart ass remark about how apparently it was normally for a bunch of kids to just turn up at the bar for lunch but something about this felt different and something in the set of Flint’s shoulders told him to stay quiet. “Let me guess the AirCon crap out again?” Flint asked upon reaching the table. “Or did one of you sabotage it to get out early?” The younger kids all started talking at once, bursts of loud excitement at seeing Flint, and the food, all wanting to explain why they had been let out of school a little bit early that day. Nicki and the other older kid, Sola, helped distribute the plates of food with smiles and nods of thanks while Flint listened intently to the kids’ rambling and incoherent explanations. Once the young-ins were distracted by the sandwiches, Nicki offered a more coherent explanation. “Yeah they said the AC’s gonna be out till tomorrow with the heat, so they’re closing school till Monday,” he said. “Three day weekend I guess, without the extra homework since the teachers didn’t have time to prepare for any.” “Nice. Gonna meet your friends at the bridge park tomorrow? You mentioned wanting to get your kick flips more polished.” Nicki shook his head, looking bitter about it. “Can’t, busted up my front bearings and wheels on a ride home last week, won’t be able to afford to fix it for a bit. S’fine though, got chores to do.” Flint nodded, leaning back against the bar with his arms lazily crossed over his middle. “Do me a solid and bring the board by tomorrow okay? I think one of my guys might have some spare parts they’re not using.” Silver felt something in him break a little at the way the boy’s face lit up at Flint’s words. Or maybe it was at the ease with which Flint handled the kids, the openness he showed them, listening to how their days had gone, if only in brief, listening to their problems, which to them seemed world ending- Sola’s internet was out for the weekend, so she’d be at the library doing homework on Friday and probably most of the weekend when she wasn’t helping at her aunt’s salon, the little ones would all be shuttled to various relatives until Monday until they went back to school and Sola and Nicki, or another of the older kids in their building would take charge of them again. One of the younger kids was staring at Silver, her sandwich half held to her mouth. Just staring, bright brown eyes fixed on him in that quizzical way that children possessed that always made Silver feel transparent. Flint noticed and followed her gaze with an amused grin, waving for Silver to come over to join them instead of hiding behind the bar with Muldoon. Silver looked at him wide eyed for a moment, then at the kids, specifically the little girl who was staring him down like a gunslinger, and then back at Flint, who just reached for him. Damn the bastard, he knew that was all it ever took. Silver came over and let Flint pull him in under his arm, feeling like a bug under the microscope in a science class he never attended but had heard about from other people. “You have pretty hair,” the little girl said. She was missing her two front teeth and Silver wanted to melt. “Thank you. You have big eyes.” “Yeah. They see a lot,” She said nodding solemnly. Silver could feel Flint shifting with the effort it took not to laugh. “They’re a pretty color. They remind me of this stone called tiger’s eye,” Silver continued. He could see Nicki giving Flint a look, though he didn’t know what Flint was doing in response. The little girl tilted her head. “Whats that?” So Silver pulled out his phone and showed her, which lead to a short lesson in gemstones that mostly amounted to excited cries of “oh shiny” and “I’d steal that one” which did Silver’s heart good. “This is Silver, a friend of mine who just moved back to town. He’s helping out round here. So he and I are gonna go fix your take away bags,” Flint said, once the momentary fascination in gemstones had faded and the kids were once again fixed on their plates. “Sola, you and Nicki just let Muldoon know if you guys need anything, or stick your head in the kitchen and yell okay? We’ll hear you. C’mon Silver.” If Silver had hoped for an explanation, he didn’t get one. Once he and Flint crossed the threshold back into the kitchen there was work to be done- Randal and Dooley handled the orders brought to them from the waitstaff while Flint and Vane, with Silver doing whatever Flint told him to, made quick work of assembling meal kit after meal kit from dishes both on and off the bar’s menu. Everything was boxed up and taped shut, paired with pre-typed instructions on how to cook the meals and how many servings each would make, and tucked into sturdy double layered brown bags that would hopefully survive a trip across the neighborhood. As they were finishing twenty minutes later, Hal’s voice could be heard through the window behind the bar, which answered Silver’s most pressing question- did he know that Flint was just running a school cafeteria out of the bar? Apparently yes, and apparently the kids were just as excited, if not more so, to see “Uncle” Hal. Because of course they called him Uncle Hal, why wouldn’t they. God, Silver was going to have to book a fucking dentist appointment for all the tooth rot the sweetness of this was giving him. He helped Flint carry out the bags of food, Vane insisting the kids would be too scared of him while Flint argued that Vane was just scared of the kids, and Silver watched as Hal and Flint got the bags labeled for each child and into a push cart that Sola promised to bring back the next day when she passed on her way to her Aunt’s salon. He then did his very best not to pass away on the spot as each kid, even Nicki and Sola, hugged Hal goodbye. Flint had crouched down to say good by to the little ones, accepting their clumsy hugs, reminding them to be careful walking home, and asking them to recite the bar’s phone number for him just in case (though Silver was sure they probably had cellphones, even if they were elementary schoolers), before he stood and gave Nicki and Sola each a one armed hug and watched them shepherd the group outside again. “Only group today?” Hal asked and Silver thought his voice sounded a bit heavy. “So far. Powers out at their school though, likely a couple others’ll come by later. Want me to call around to the other bars and see if they’ve heard anything?” “Yeah call the food bank and the closest shelter too for me, see if we can’t drop off our end of night supply to them this weekend.” Later, several more hours of food prep and three more groups of wary looking kids who all seemed completely unafraid of Flint and his crew, plus a Thursday night dinner rush, and Silver finally got his explanation. He also thought he should have gotten the nobel prize for being able to keep his mouth shut for as long as he did. “So are we gonna talk about it?” Flint was sitting on the floor in front of him, half asleep already between his thighs, as Silver combed his hair. They had taken home food from the bar and shared a six pack between them on the deck, Thomas held up at a Client dinner where he was no doubt being wined and dined and bored to absolute tears. They had treated themselves then to a hot bath, with the jets, and were now just wasting time with the kind of nonsexual intimacy that Silver had learned he craved with Flint, waiting for Thomas to join them so they could all manage a good nights sleep. “Talk about what?” Flint asked, his voice a heady rumble. “The kids. And why they knew to just wander into a bar on a Thursday,” Silver said, keeping his voice gentle. He coated his hands in more product and worked it into the shaved sides and back of Flint’s head, massaging his scalp as he went. “Why you and Hal and the rest of the crew seemed completely unphased by it.” Flint hummed lowly, nearly a purr as he leaned into Silver’s touch. They’d settled into the bedroom Thomas and Flint shared, like they did most nights since it had the nicest adjoining bathroom and all the obnoxiously nice hair and skin care products. Silver sat in the old plush armchair, bundled up in a robe while Flint, naked and content to air dry, leaned into him, a picture of ginger hair, rich freckles, and well loved tattoos on a soft strong figure. If Silver hadn’t been so distracted by the day, he’d have been more appreciative. “S’not that big a deal. Lots of families round here with young kids, can’t keep an eye on them between working two or three jobs, haven’t got money for babysitters or relatives to watch ‘em, or enough to cover food for the week, especially when the public schools can’t feed em. You start to notice which kids it is, when they pass by, which schools they go to, which blocks.” “In Brooklyn Heights?” “They don’t live in this neighborhood, Silver, you know that, not all of Brooklyn has been gentrified to shit by the developers. Hell walk a few blocks east towards the tech school and you’ll find a lot of them. Or south towards Bayridge. Anyway, the groups you met today are all right from Downtown Brooklyn, they go to school nearby you’ve seen them.” “Yeah I just… I dunno, you see so much of the multi-million dollar condos I guess you forget thats not all theres is.” “Nicki lives with his mom, his dad walked out and she’s working two jobs to keep the one bedroom they share over on Jay street. He’s only thirteen but he tried getting a job with me washing dishes last summer, I turned him down, sent him home with some food for his trouble,” Flint continued. Silver smiled, he could picture the scrappy dark haired boy trying to square up with Flint, trying to convince him he was old enough to legally work. “Let me guess he wasn’t the first.” “Won’t be the last either. If they aren’t working for the family to earn some extra money or to cut back on hiring expenses they’re looking for shifts somewhere to pick up the slack. They’re losing out on being kids all because the rent keeps going up and there ain’t shit else to do about it other than leave. And a lot of them can’t even afford to do that.” There was a familiar grit to Flint’s voice, the old bitter salt that meant someone had touched a nerve. It scared other people, but Silver knew it just meant Flint was, for the moment, being vulnerable with him. “Were you Nicki once? Trying to bully your way into work?” Silver asked softly. He reached for the comb again and sectioned off a part of Flint’s hair to start working with. Flint was quiet a moment. “Yeah. Yeah worked the docks a bit as a boy, most kids did it to earn pocket money or to help out with the bills.” “Which was it for you?” “Granddad only had his pension. And he spent that on booze. So whatever I earned at the docks helping the fishermen, or from pickpocketing, that was what bought food. Kept the lights on, shit like that. I told you once, that I met Henessy that way, picking his pocket.” Silver laughed softly. “I do remember. You technically succeeded, didn’t you?” “Mm, he only caught me cause someone snitched. Broke that fuckers nose real good I’ll tell you.” They were quiet for a moment, Silver combing Flint’s hair with impossible care, working his fingers through any knots he found, before following with product and conditioner, Flint grew heavier and heavier against him, warm and soft and his. “So you and Hal decided to do something, the way you always do?” Silver asked. “Hm? Oh yeah- city isn’t doin’ much, food banks and schools are already over run, and when school holidays hit, they can barely keep up demand for kids who need free meals. So we got a few other bars involved, met with some schools and the food banks and sent out some notices and just- started feeding people. I mean thats why Hal wanted to open the bar you know? You feed people and you give them everything. You feed them and they’ll do the rest. So thats what we did. In a week or two when the schools are out for the summer we’ll have a couple trucks that’ll make deliveries, so the kids don’t have to come to the bar.” Silver hummed and kissed his temple. “You’re sweet.” “Am not.” “You’ll let me help, right? Prep the meals and stuff?” Flint tipped his head back to look up at him. “You want to?” “Yeah. This altruistic thing is new to me, as is the cooking for fun thing but… it matters, to you, any idiot can see that. And I want to be part of it.” Silver smiled and leaned down to kiss him best he could. He could feel Flint smiling into the upside down kiss. “You’re really good with them too, you know, which please don’t take this the wrong way, I did not expect,” he added when he pulled back. “What with the kids?” “Yeah.” “Oh no offense taken I have no idea how it happened. They just aren’t afraid of me for some reason. I fully expected them to be, mind. I used to think I had the kind of face that would make babies and small children cry but apparently they just, I dunno, think I’m alright.” “They trust you, thats a big deal for kids. Especially ones who have clearly been let down by other adults. I mean you also talk to them like they’re just tiny adults which probably helps.” “They’re gonna be adults one day, might as well treat them with dignity well before they realize they should be fighting for it, you know?” Silver smiled softly, “Sometimes I don’t think you realize how magnificent you are, you bastard.” Flint didn’t say anything, just blindly reached for Sliver’s hands so he could pull him closer. So silver set aside the comb and rested his chin on the top of Flint’s head, wrapping his arms around him and holding tight to his weathered, tattooed hands. “You were good with them too, once you stopped being scared of them,” Flint offered. “Kids scare me, I’ve never spent enough time around them to learn how to make them happy. They’re so easy to hurt, so easy to damage. And extremely durable, extremely resilient but… I dunno… Just never trusted myself and never had the opportunity to do more than amuse them for a few minutes at a time before vanishing into thin air like Santa Claus.” “Well, you’ll have plenty of practice at the bar. I still think you were good with them. Little Sylvie likes you at least.” “Not as much as they love you.” Silver thought a moment. “Hey…” “Hm?” “Have… Have you and Thomas ever talked about kids?” It was a heavy question, one that might have been too much too soon and a part of Silver wished he hadn’t asked it. But there had been such a softness in Flint’s face when he’d spoken to the children, a kindness and a focus in his attention that meant he’d put time and effort into his actions, into making sure what he was doing was what the kids needed in that moment. It wasn’t just an adult slumming it with the neighborhood kids cause he had nothing better to do, it was almost, dare Silver think it, Paternal in nature. Paternal and the dread Captain Flint being used in the same sentence had not been something Silver had ever considered as possible, and yet- And yet it was, and it had piqued the old curiosity. Flint was quiet again, though he didn’t pull away or let go of Silvers hands, so Silver trusted that he hadn’t upset him. Silver held him tightly, turning his head to rest his cheek on Flint’s hair and wait patiently for him to speak. “Its complicated, pup.” “You don’t have to tell me. I was just curious. I never thought of you as a dad until today but now I’m… I won’t lie a part of me is still thinking about it.” There was a soft shuddering sound and Silver felt Flint shift in his arms, curling tighter in on himself for a moment before trying to settle again. Silver held tight, pressing his face into his hair. It took another moment or two, and several deep breaths, but Flint eventually spoke. “Thomas and Miranda were expected to have children when they married,” he said lowly, “all wealthy families expect heirs. But Miranda didn’t want to go through pregnancy and Thomas wasn’t sure if he could sire so they found ways of putting it off and focusing on Thomas’ political career. Thomas… he wanted to save the world, I’m sure for a while he thought he couldn’t allow himself thoughts of a future until that was done.” Silver hummed. That did sound like Thomas. Even now, with the chip on his shoulder and the somewhat colder view of the world, he still seemed to think he could save it. Silver wasn’t about to point out that Flint still seemed to think the same way. “And after everything I dunno I guess it just took so much time to remember how to be living, breathing people again, that children were never part of the consideration,” Flint said with a shrug. There was a weight to his voice, an emptiness that had Silver frowning slightly in surprise. “How can you care for a child when you’ve only just come back to life? When you’ve only just found reason to stay alive? It- Any child we brought into our lives would have been at risk, back then for certain, though I’m not sure a child would be better off now and besides with how much we work its not like-” “James,” Silver said softly, lifting his head, “you’re rambling.” Flint went still in his arms, still as if waiting for the lash that he knew would never come, but waited for all the same. The readiness with which Flint expected violence broke something in Silver, just as much as it felt like a mirror, smudged and smoky and cracked with age. “Is this your way of saying you want to be a father, but the thought of it terrifies you?” Silver asked. “The things I’ve done,” Flint said in a rough voice, “The stains my hands have carried- I’d see them every time I held my child. That’s my fear, I think. That I’d see them, and that violence would stain them as well.” He paused. Silver held him, hiding his own face. It was easier, they had learned, to talk about such things like this, with Flint’s back to Silver, their faces just hidden enough to give the illusion of control. How many secrets had they shared like this? Silver was losing count. “I was raised by a drunken old sailor and a bastard of a navy man who brought nothing but ruin- what could I ever give a child, John?” Flint asked, his hands white knuckle tight on Silver’s, his eyes the deep green of the sea, ghostly and far away. “What could I give them but that same ruin?” And what could Silver say in the face of that? So he said nothing, just nodded and kissed Flints throat until the tension in his shoulders softened and Flint settled back against Silver’s body to rest, weary and still haunted, but at least no longer at knife point in his own home. Silver went back to brushing his hair, singing softly to him as he worked, until Thomas came home and they were able to find more pleasant ways to spend their evening than discussing the sins of one’s father. They didn’t talk about the possibility of children again, not for the whole of the summer. They helped the food banks and the neighborhood families as best they could through the summer, made sure whatever kids stopped by the bar or the kitchen door in the alley left with something to eat, on the house. Thomas made sure checks were written to the shelters and the food banks that needed them, that the families that needed childcare could get it free of charge. They got through the summer, and the conversation never arose again. Silver just kept the thought of Flint holding a bright eyed child that sometimes looked like Thomas’ kid, and sometimes looked like his own, locked away safely in his heart and didn’t examine it too closely. Then Idelle had her baby in August. In October they held a two month belated baby shower for her at The Walrus, so the crew could meet little Wesley Ira Featherstone and his father, bless him, could cry with his crew mates about how proud he was while Idelle had her first stiff drink in over a year. Rackham was there, of course, as the boy’s God father (Silver was delighted by the idea because Rackham was absolutely as terrified by the concept as he was as honored) and Wesley took to him as well as any two month old possibly could. But when it came to crying babies, Rackham didn’t know what to do, and Hal the God Father to all and obvious baby whisperer was back in the kitchen unable to assist. And so Thomas and Silver watched as Flint, who seemed to be acting without really thinking about what he was doing (outside of scolding Rackham who was himself on the verge of tears) scooped up the baby and promptly rocked him calm within moments. “How did you-” Rackham stared at him in shock. “If you didn’t fuckin panic all the time then he wouldn’a started crying,” Flint growled at him, which Wesley found hilarious, if the slew of gurgling giggles was anything to go by. Silver watched, feeling his face split into a ridiculous smile, as Flint refused to give the baby back to Rackham until he’d sobered up, and instead let Idelle tie a sling around his chest to tuck Wesley into, so he could still fix drinks and use his hands while keeping the baby safe. “Sure you don’t want me to take him back?” she asked, Max watching with an amused smile. “You’ll have plenty of him soon, I got ‘im. Just give Rackham a 101 on how to actually hold a baby.” Silver leaned into Thomas as they watched Flint from their seats at the bar, humming as Thomas’ arm went around him automatically, pulling him close into his side. He looked up, curious to see what Thomas thought of his husband suddenly so at home with a child. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but whatever it was, it wasn’t what he saw. Thomas’s face had gone soft, from the crows feet around his eyes to the laughter lines around his mouth, which parted in the gentlest shape of awe Silver might have ever seen on the man, as if he’d realized something he’d never considered before. His shoulders were rounded, leaning forward against the bar, hand fidgeting against the polished bartop as if desperate to reach out for his husband. Silver could feel the arm he hand around his shoulder tensing with the need to act. They watched as Flint moved behind the bar, one hand resting where Wesley’s head was under the sling, rocking him gently as he fetched fresh beers for himself and for Hal. Silver was watching his face, watching the way his lips were moving, as if he were talking to the baby, but he was just too far away to hear what he was saying. “He’s singing,” came Thomas’ voice suddenly, almost lost to the noise of the bar. “What?” “He’s singing,” Thomas said again, nodding to his husband. “Padstow Farewell, he sings it to me sometimes when I have nightmares, I’d know the lyrics on his lips even in the grave.” Silver smiled softly. “He sang it to me when I was recovering from my leg. I didn’t know it could be a lullaby.” “Neither did I but…” “But now-” “Yeah.” Silver reached for Thomas’ other hand and kissed his knuckles, leaning into him further. Thomas held him impossibly tight, resting his cheek on his hair. There’d be more to talk about in the morning, tomorrow, the day after, next week, next month, next year. And there was a dizzying sense of joy in that, the same kind of joy that came from watching Flint carrying the future in his worn and weathered hands.

#my fic #jamie's fic prompt fills #black sails #black sails fic #black sails modern au #silverflinthamilton #silverflint #james flint #john silver #thomas hamilton #@themelonface #muldoon #hal gates #charles vane #i had a lot of feelings writing this one y'all just so many feelings all over the plave holy shit!!!!

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sixth-light · 4 years ago

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AU-of-an-AU marriage of (in)convenience related ficlet, inspired by @xwingace pointing out in beta that Nicky’s parents probably knew, and people in the comments asking what would have happened if [fic events] hadn’t happened as they did. No, it is not turning into a longer story (I will snippet from the other long thing I’m writing soon), but it was long enough to be worth sharing.

Joe’s two weeks in Genoa went almost exactly the way he’d predicted: lots of time in windowless rooms, lots of late nights writing up his notes before he forgot things, no revelations about Nicky’s family or whatever it was Nicky didn’t want him to know. The weather stayed good, not that it mattered much.

Nicky apologised again, on Joe’s second-to-last night, for the way he’d reacted to the news that Joe was going to Genoa for work.

“It’s just very…” he sighed. “I will explain when you get back. I promise.”

“It’s okay,” Joe said, lying on his back on the hotel bed, holding his phone over his face. “I’m holding you to that, but you apologised already. We’re good.”

Nicky smiled a little crookedly. “We’ll…see what you say.”

“If you feel the need to make it up to me…” Joe drew the moment out. “Any good restaurant recommendations? Nile and I have both reverted to room service but we want to do better on our last night here.”

“Uh.” Nicky blinked at him, clearly caught off-guard. “Not – you know, for the last few years I was studying in – nothing is coming to mind.”

Joe bit the inside of his cheek, not smiling too hard; he bet that Nicky’s problem was that everywhere he could think of was too fancy. In Malta four years ago, and over the last six months in Amsterdam, Nicky had taken a weird glee in eating street food or in hole-in-the-wall places that shouted, louder than words, that he hadn’t got to do that in whatever his younger life had been. Sometimes Joe considered the possibility that Nicky had just been locked in a closet or something, but he was way too well-adjusted and good with people for that. So it had to be the other option.

“Never mind,” he said.

“I’m sure I can think of another way,” Nicky said, with a matter-of-fact confidence that shouldn’t objectively be sexy but, because it was Nicky, very much was.

So Joe went to sleep that night in a much better mood, and retained it all the way up until next afternoon. He and Nile were stripping off their gloves and stretching out their cramped backs, more or less done, when a palace staffer he didn’t recognise appeared in the doorway and said “Come this way, please; the Princess would like to speak with you.”

“Uh, wow,” Nile said, eyes wide. “Right now?”

“Not you,” the woman said. It was almost polite except around the eyes. Joe and Nile both bristled. “Just Mr al-Kaysani.”

“Nile’s done just as much of the work,” Joe said at once. “In fact, if the Princess wants to talk about –”

“It’s not about the paintings,” said the staffer. Joe decided he didn’t like her. “It’s a family matter.”

Nile turned to Joe, her eyes, if anything, even wider. “Joe, you know what’s going on?”

“Nope,” Joe said, shrugging, although he had had a sudden wild idea involving Nicky being some sort of illegitimate royal offspring, which was romance-novel-level silly. Part of him thought he should say no, and give Nicky the chance to tell him whatever it was that he was probably going to learn. The other half was too curious. “Come and rescue me if I don’t text you in an hour or two?”

“You got it!” Nile said brightly, after a narrow-eyed beat. The staffer rolled her eyes, which told Joe that she didn’t know about Nile’s stint in the military; oh well, that was her problem.

Joe followed her upstairs and into what was clearly a personal part of the palace. It was very surreal. His job put him on the borders of this sort of thing quite often, but never directly into it like this. As he was shown into a room, he had a sudden flash of regret – maybe this was a bad idea – but it was too late.

The Princess was a white woman older than fifty but younger than seventy, indeterminate in the way the very wealthy usually were. Her pale hair wasn’t all grey, but it was getting there. Joe waited to follow her lead on how to greet her, painfully conscious that he hadn’t been given any pointers on etiquette, and she hesitated visibly before nodding to him. He decided not to read anything into that. Yet.

“Your highness,” he said. “I…was told you wanted to speak with me?”

“Please sit down, Mr al-Kaysani,” she said, gesturing to one of the couches, and Joe sat down and drank coffee with a princess, which was going to amuse his sisters, at least.

She asked him about the work he and Nile had been doing, and his job in general, and for a little while he entertained the idea that he was just an hour’s distraction for a woman who probably didn’t talk to anybody with a real job for more than a minute at a time, most days. Except that the staffer – who was still in the room, just lurking politely by the far window – had definitely said the word family.

“You grew up in the Netherlands, is that right?” the Princess said. “And your mother was in your Parliament, for a while.”

“That’s right,” Joe agreed. “I wasn’t born there, but all my sisters were. My mother was in Parliament while I was a teenager, but she’d had enough by the time I was at university.”

She nodded. “Being in the public eye has its toll.”

“Your highness,” Joe said, tired of circling things, “I don’t mean to be rude, but could you just…tell me what this is actually about?”

She paused, and put down her cup. “Your marriage, of course.”

“Yeah, uh, the thing is,” Joe said, feeling very guilty now because Nicky had promised – but also Nicky had had six months to tell him whatever it was. “I know Nicky –”

“Nicky?” she said, a little incredulously.

“My husband, Nicky. Nicolò. I know he’s from Genoa and I know there’s something he’s not telling me about his family, because he hasn’t told me anything about his family except that his brother lives in New York, but whatever it is, I think you know and I don’t. So – if you want to talk about it, you’re going to have to tell me.”

The Princess put her face in her hands and for a solid fifteen seconds Joe thought he’d made her cry, which had not been what he’d intended. He glanced at the staffer but she was looking determinedly out the window; Joe was on his own. He’d already opened his mouth when he realised the Princess was, in fact, laughing.

“This is,” she said finally, lowering her hands and sitting upright again, “not the conversation I was expecting to have.”

“Well, me either,” Joe said, having nothing else left.

“Let’s start again.” She smiled a quiet little smile that hit Joe between the eyebrows like a freight train, because he knew that smile very well. “Yusuf. Do you go by Yusuf?”

“Joe, mostly,” Joe said, his mouth dry. He picked up his cup, for something to do with his hands that wasn’t obviously a nervous reaction.

“Joe,” she said. “It’s a pleasure to meet my newest son-in-law.”

“Son-in – are you kidding,” Joe said, his fingers losing their grip, and promptly spilled coffee all over a very expensive carpet.

Joe held it together through the rest of that highly surreal conversation, and all the way back to the hotel, where he told Nile he just wasn’t feeling like going out to eat, and even all the way back to Amsterdam. He could precisely identify the point where he lost it. It was the point where he walked in the door and put down his bag, and went into the kitchen, and Nicky looked up from where he was sitting at the kitchen table reading – it smelled like food was in the oven – and smiled at him, wide and warm and unabashedly pleased to see him.

“Joe! You’re back.” He closed the book.

“So,” Joe said, levelly, folding his arms. “Prince Nicolò.”

Nicky put his head in his hands in a way that was so exactly like his mother it made Joe’s eye twitch. “Oh no.”

“Oh, yes,” Joe said, leaning against the door. “I had a very informative conversation with your mother.”

“With my mother?” Nicky said, looking up in sheer panic. For Nicky, anyway. He wasn’t much of a panicker.

“Princess Maria,” Joe said. “Lives in this palace, in Genoa, with her husband, who I haven’t yet had the privilege of meeting, if that makes you feel better –”

“I was going to explain,” Nicky said, very quickly.

Joe wanted to yell, and he wanted to turn around and walk out of the room, and he wanted to kiss his husband who he hadn’t seen for two weeks, and most of all he wanted to know how it was possible to be this mad at someone and still love them. Maybe it was only possible to be this mad at someone if you loved them. He was starting to suspect that was the case.

“Alright.” He unfolded his arms to gesture, one arm wide. “Go on, then. I’m listening.”

“Okay. So. So,” Nicky said. “The first thing is – wait, why were you even talking to my mother?”

“Because they’ve known you were married to me since it happened!”

Nicky winced. “Oh, shit.”

Joe sighed, and sat down at the table, leaning on his elbows. “I’m still listening.”

Nicky took his hand immediately. Joe narrowed his eyes. “That’s not going to help.”

“I haven’t seen you for two weeks,” said Nicky, and, fine, Joe was defenseless against that statement. “Alright. Where to begin?”

#my fanfic #the marriage of (in)convenience fic #joe x nicky

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thisbluespirit · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Tag Game

I was tagged to do this by @allegoriesinmediasres but it had already gone round Dreamwidth this last week, so I did it there. I’ll try and c+p it over here, too!

1) How many works do you have on AO3? 620 (but I've been writing a lot of short things since around 2006-7, and there might even still be a couple of the 1994-98 fic from the newsgroups up). 2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,476,147 (but this does include about 300,000 words of origfic for RaTs and rainbowfic that are collected into three works, so it doesn't affect the works no too much, but it does affect the wordcount.) 3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Too many to list here! A lot. *nods* 4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? People, it's still Miss Marple. Maybe one day it won't be Miss Marple, but today is not that day. (ETA: whenever i do my top AO3 fic on these memes, it’s disproportionately Miss Marple. I am bemused.) Miss Marple: The Spirit of St Mary Mead So We Meet at Last Not Miss Marple: it's the rain that will strengthen your soul (SW Prequels) Five Times the Doctor Got in the Way of Captain Janeway (and One Time They Got Along Just Fine) (DW/ST) By the Book (Origfic) (Oh, wow, By the Book keeps moving up. It must get recced sometimes, somewhere, mustn't it? 0_o ♥) 5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes. Fanfic is a lot my way of being social, which is why I don't get along with the new push-button web much. Like, kudos is fine, ok, but I just wanted to talk to people, and via fic always seems to be one of the nicest ways to do it. 6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oh, I don't know. I like being bleak sometimes when I feel like it. It might be the EatD one with the two Generals, but honestly there were a few in my mid-illness old bleak telly watching years, and the Level 7 one or the one from Children of the Damned might be even more so? Or some S&S stuff, too? I mean, I wrote S&S plane crash fic and weird drabbles. (I blame my fandoms! It's not my fault! *innocent*) Also I keep doing Clara splinter fic, so I keep killing Clara and it's always sadder than I expect when I get there. You'd think I'd learn by now, or just not kill this splinter, but, nooo, hey, how about MORE Clara splinter death, self? /o\ Oh, no, wait: it's probably Spooks! Spooks is also bleak and how about my tiny ficlet of death, Litany of the Fallen? Oh, actually, if I listen to people who aren't me, it's that B7 Avon/Servalan one, which I was always a bit: BUT I WROTE ONE WHERE THEY WON about it and everyone else was all THIS IS THE WORST in the comments. Sorry? The Quality of Mercy (Is Most Definitely Strained) (I still think the ending of Compendium is more angsty! It has double death!) (Ok, it's me. I like being bleak and angsty when I'm doing it. I'm less sure when someone else is doing it at me, of course. ;-p) 7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? I honestly don't know. I'm usually kind of gen and happy and sometimes even humorous, and keep canon's tone, and DW is fairly light most of the time. I tried searching on Happy, but I have never tagged anything as happy. But probably it is an AAL! thing, because AAL! is happiness in b&w TV form basically. Maybe of Of Human Bondage (or Five Times Adam and His Friends Found Themselves All Tied Up)? But I like all the AAL! ones I wrote for Yuletide, because they were the ones where I tried to be closest to an episode, and that makes them the most fun to re-read. 8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? I have a crossover in my top 5, so yes. I'm a DW fan; crossovers are just far too obvious a temptation when you've got a TARDIS. What DW fic writer hasn't managed at least one once somewhere? And I might have, um, written a lot of them. (AO3 says 126). I did once, way back in newsnet times, when we were having a debate over what you could and couldn't cross DW over with (and I was on Team You Can Cross It With Anything You Cowards), write a DW/Rainbow drabble. But I don't think I put that on AO3. I think it might be on Teaspoon. In AO3 works, I think by far the silliest is the Baldrick/Steed one, which AstroGirl said I couldn't write. (It was an Unconventional Courtship summary, not that they randomly dared me to write Baldrick/Steed. I mean, some of my flist totally would have done if they'd thought of it, but not in this case.) 9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? Not really. I've had some weird comments, but the nearest I've come to hate was one of the comments that time I tried to write Swan Queen fic and it wasn't happy enough for people. (I wrote a happy one after, but the ifrst one was set quite early, Regina was still kind of evil!) 10) Do you write smut? If so what kind? Alas, no. Although, ish, if we count my experimental elemental shipping phase, which included The Cornfield (Silver/Steel/(Sapphire)), which is the only time anyone called any of my fic sexy. I would totally have that comment made into a medal or something. 11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Other than the random scraping things that have gone round over the years, no. 12) Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Several people have been kind enough to do this, usually into Russian, and usually (but not always!) Miss Marple. 13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, and no - in adwc days we all co-authored round robins, which were a blast and highly frustrating. I think it'd be fun, but barring the odd bit of drabble tennis with various flisters back in the day, it's not really something that's worked out. (I'm thinking, I could have all the ideas, they could do all the writing, I could criticise?? XD) 14) What’s your all time favorite ship? My Relationships count is very misleading here, because I think it actually is (including in terms of things written for it), Sapphire/Silver/Steel, but it's a weird thing, so sometimes I tag it platonically, and sometimes I don't necessarily tag it at all for that reason, and also I think it puts people off unnecessarily. (But it's a Lie when I don't tag it. All my Sapphire & Silver & Steel is inherently OT3 even if no one else can see it.) 15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? None. I have unposted WIPs, but I do hope to finish those, and the only posted WIP is a very old one only on Teaspoon that was begun before I was ill and I can't even really say at this point that I would want to finish it. 16) What are your writing strengths? Character/dialogue, I think? I am actually not that bad at plot, but currently I lack the stamina for long things. I like to think I can be quite funny when I'm in the mood. 17) What are your writing weaknesses? Description, action. Argh. Yes, let's just talk some more, okay? 18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I was going to say I would never, but actually I did! I wrote Y Gwyll | Hinterland fic, and it wouldn't be right not to have some Welsh in that. However, while I may be a 1/4 Welsh and know some Welsh words, I don't actually speak it, so I had to turn to Llywela who was very kind and translated the sentences I needed. (I added the English translation in the footnote.) This was the fic, but basically language is important in canon (ironically maybe even more so in the Eng-lang version I watched than the original Welsh), and so it was also important in the fic. So, probably if it was a canon where it was required, then I would do what I could to get help to get it right? The good thing about the internet is that you can usually find someone, although usefully for me, I already knew someone. 19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Doctor Who! 20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? I'm going to wimp out on this along with everyone else. Although... if any of you have a fave fic of mine, that would be very cool to hear! (But I don't expect anyone to.) Sometimes I'm pleased enough with the latest to feel it's that, but that's not always the case, and it isn't currently. (No, offence, Latest Works! I like you, it just only happens once in a while, usually when I've managed something I've wanted to do for years.)

I won’t tag anyone, because I know lots of people also did this on Dreamwidth, but it’s always VERY cool to see people’s answers to these things and memes are for stealing.

#fanfic #writing #memes #writing meme #ao3 #fannish nonsense #long post #rambling about fic #replies #allegoriesinmediasres #the c+p worked even with the links!#\o/

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