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How would you write Elsa falling first? I absolutely adore your loser Jack pining after put together Elsa, but how would you reverse their roles?
i promise i promise i did not mean to write a one-shot for this. and i SWEAR it is ACTUALLY a one-shot. it is the OLD-SCHOOL definition of a one-shot, because i opened this ask and thought, aw, wouldn't it be cute if i just wrote a little tiny ficlet to illustrate an example of this scenario instead? and then out came 5,297 words. in one sitting. in ONE SHOT.
i would also like the record to show that i LOVED this challenge, i love trying out new scenarios or styles that subvert all the habits i've gotten myself into over the past decade or so!! thank you for this ask!! and, also, let the record show, that even as i wrote a full 5k+ of fic leading up to a "she falls first, he falls harder" scenario, i still couldn't quite hit the mark... in this case, i think it's open to interpretation as to whether she falls first, or they fall at the same time. 𤣠ENJOY. p.s. LOSER JACK?? LMAO WHAT IS THIS
âWatch your headââ
She ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the churning of what appeared to be a factory conveyor belt gone awry. A tiny creature smaller than even a Norwegian Mountain Troll cried out in dismay as a cascade of nutcrackers fell into a sorting bin meant for what appeared to be that latest handheld gaming deviceâthe Swap, or something.
Elsa grinned at the chaos surrounding herâlittle elves scolding one another, scurrying aboutâand wasnât the slightest bit embarrassed to see the PookaâBunnymundâgrinning in delight at her delight.Â
(I told you, his eyes seemed to say, as he gestured for her to continue ahead of him through the vast workshop chamber toward the office tucked away in the back. You wouldnât regret it, if you came with me.)
Without giving him the satisfactionâyetâElsa merely took in all the productivity around them, and let her gaze sparkle with the Wonder she knew was in them; dryly, she marveled, âItâs July.â
âChristmas doesnât take holidays, mate,â Bunny winked. âEspecially not here.â
Elsa stuck her courage to the sticking place as they approached the officeâthe door was slightly ajar. No matter what happens, Elsa inhaled and exhaled;Â you can always go back to Ahtohallan, to Antarctica.
You donât have to stay hereâwith them.
Strengthened by this truth, Elsa squared her shoulders and softened her face into something curious and approachable as Bunny opened the door, not bothering to knock.
âOI.â Bunny stepped through the office, holding the door wide, which allowed Elsa to wait at the thresholdâsuspended between two worlds, two moments, two paths⌠perhaps two different lives.
âWHATâBunny, how many times I say, KNOCK, this program, it is DELICATEââ
âI got a delivery,â Bunny interrupted, and his whole body flinched at the look she gave him, âEr. I mean. I got someone here who you might wanna meet.â
And if Elsa had known then what she knew now, she would have realized in that moment (when North laid eyes on her that July evening in the middle of his work on the newest rollout of the popular role-playing video gameâthe Sums, or something) that, truly, the future was always in motion, her path already treaded, andâdespite all her beliefs, her past, her heartbroken memoriesâher heart was already preparing to have two homes.
//
Elsa had visited plenty of warmâtropical, arid, swelteringâand chaotic, sprawling places in her travels, but none quite compared to the utter bustle of the Workshop.Â
Over the next three weeks of her stay, Elsa grew accustomed to the factoryâs noises, to the bickering between the elves and their strange adoration for her, to the yetiâs curious questions about her years at the south pole. They asked relentless questions about the melting ice caps, the fierce predators, and the tiny human-made stations; she answered them as best she could, having wandered Antarctica for only half a decade before Bunnymund happened to find her at the tip of Cape Adare. When she tried to explain that she was much more familiar with the Arctic, they listened politely, but they were clearly much less interested in land so close to home. They also had the strangest custom of bringing her icicles when they returned from their perimeter patrols; she was growing quite a large collection of them in the guest room in the Main House.Â
The othersâcalled Guardians, she learnedâflitted in and out of this headquarters at seemingly all times of day.Â
Sandy was shocked and delighted to see her again; theyâd run into each other just once during the late 1940s, and only when Elsa was passing through a cityâBarcelona, if Memory servedâto familiarize herself with the changing of the times as quickly as possible.Â
Sandy made no delay in giving her a much more insightful tour of the Workshop than Northâs exuberant one had been, which had focused rather on not-so-subtle hints at how wonderful a life it was to be a Guardian, and such wonderful news it was to hear that Elsa was intrigued by Bunnymundâs offer to meet them, and so wonderful that Elsa had been spending all these years doing all that she could to explore the wonders of the world.Â
(North was lovely, and welcoming, and fierceâand so boisterous!
And not subtle at all.)
After a few days of visiting the Workshop, Elsa grew comfortable enough to truly relax as she roamed its halls, visited the various stages of production, and occasionally caught up with Bunny as he flitted in and out of the Shop (âEaster is on Holiday!â heâd said, with another wink). She dined with North and his team of merry workers, often with Bunny, who, she learned, was rather too fond of eggnog, and sometimes with Sandy as well.Â
After only a few hours into Sandyâs first visit, Elsa allowed herself to laugh with her whole chest at the ridiculous antics, the absurdity of it all, the bickering among Sandy, and North, and Bunnyâand allowed herself to be endeared by the clear respect they held for one another, by the lightness in the air, the distinct sensation of family. That night, Elsa didnât immediately retreat to her room after dinner, as she normally would have.
The Memories were not so painful, here.Â
//
And their stories!Â
They regaled her each night over (and after) dessertâabout this horrid creature named Pitch Black, about the Moon, about the Battle of Burgessâthey all sounded like fairytales to Elsa, even if she, herself, had practically been living in one for nearly two hundred odd years.Â
The others told her of two other coalition members who fought beside themâboth of whom were exceptionally busy, and who would not be journeying to the North Pole again until it was time to celebrate the Equinox.
Elsa was curious about Toothianaâand anxious, about the Memories she protectedâand especially curious about the Guardian named JackâŚÂ
Frost.Â
She did not shy away from asking more about himâElsa had far too little time to worry about such silly fears like embarrassment; immortality was funny like thatâand her curiosity grew with each tale she heard. The Guardians spoke of Jack with a mix of fondness and exasperationâhis mischievous nature, his loyalty, how bloody annoying he is, I tell ya, thatâs what I say.
Elsa could not help but laugh at Bunnyâs pervasive frustration with his teammate; his respect for Jack was clear, even if his patience was not.
Still⌠she had been wandering the world for over 200 years, and in all that time, she had never encountered any others like her, and certainly not anyone especially like her.Â
The thought of meeting someone who might understand, who might have powers like hers, stirred something deep within herâ something she hadnât felt in a long time.
She caught Bunny staring at her in the midst of a reverie by the fire during an after-dinner coffee, so she crisply declared, âDonât say it.â
âWhatâs that, Ice-pop? Sorry, couldnât quite hear you over all of that Hope in your heart.â
Bunny, Elsa learned, was used to ducking snowballs.
//
Later that evening, as she stood by one of the desperately-tall windows in the corridor leading to her guest quartersâwatching the snowflakes drift lazily from the skyâElsa couldnât help but wonder what it would be like to actually meet him.Â
The thought of Jackâa potential ally? a friend? a teammate?âoccupied her mind more and more as the days passed, and with each story the Guardians told, Elsa found herself hoping that this Jack Frostâa teacher? a guide? a confidant?âwould be looking forward to meeting her, too.
//
Sometimes, late at night, she would lie awake and wonder what it would be like to have someone in her life who understood her powers as deeply as she did. She imagined his face, always in motion, always just out of reach, and felt a strange sense ofâHope? Elsa rolled her eyes at the ceiling. Anticipation? Perhaps.
Fear?
In these quiet moments, she found her spirit reaching out, as if she could almost call to himâbut of course, he was completely out of reach, never having met her before, and likely, perhaps, not even knowing that she existed until only recently... But her heart would quicken at the idea of meeting this person like her, of seeing his eyesâwhat color?âfilled with the same understanding, the same longing for connection that she felt.
What would he think of her? Would he see the strength she had built over centuries? Or would he only see the loneliness that still clung to her, despite all her efforts to cast it aside?
The questions swirled in her mind, mingling with a strange sense of exhilaration that made her feel both alive and vulnerable.
She could almost hear the laughter they might share, the way their powers could dance together in the air, creating something beautiful, something new.
And in those moments, she couldnât help but smile, imagining a world where she wasnât alone, where someone else could stand beside her in the snow, not as an adversaryâÂ
But as an equal.
//
âAnd did he wield ice magic as a human, as well?â Elsa pressed over after-dinner coffee in the drawing room, leaning forward in her chair near the fireplace. Northâs giant hands were absurdly large compared to his delicate teacup. âBefore he became a Guardian?â
âAs a matter of factâno. The power came later, AFTER Turning.â
Elsa considered his words carefully. Something about his expression seemed rather cagey; centuries of reading strangersâ faces had only honed her political prowess, which had been born out of survival as much as any sense of duty.Â
âNorth, tell me: why do you want me to join the Guardians?âÂ
âIâah! ELSAâ
âBecause yaâd be mighty good at it!â Bunny blurted, calling over from his newspaper reading on the other side of the drawing room, to Northâs indignant sputtering, âif you wisened up and stopped hiding all Hope and Wonder!â And then, as an afterthought, âAnd itâll keep Jack humble, I reckon!â
âASTER!â North scolded fiercely, but he set the tiniest teacup down with the tiniest clink and placed the saucer on the coffee table with such deliberate care, even in his fit of anger, that Elsa couldnât hold back a small, genuine smile.Â
//
âDontâcha worry, Ice-Pop,â Bunny told her later, as they stood in the wide, cold corridor leading into the main entry chamber of the Workshop, where Bunny preferred to open his portals. Elsa quirked a brow at him, and he chuckled. âWeâre not here to actually convince ya. We just want you to see that thereâs another option. This Choice⌠well. Guardians gotta make it for themselves.â
She still had too many questions. How is it that I had never crossed paths with any of you but Sandy, before?Â
How is it that I have managed to avoid Pitch for all these years?Â
Why me? What can I really offerâwhen you already have someone who can already do what I do?
âYou still have time before you have to decide. And you need to meet the rest, anyway. Just think about it, is all,â he said, all his wisdom seeping into the very air around them. He cracked open a portal and, a moment later, he was gone.Â
//
âOh!â said an utterly beautiful creature, her wings fluttering with so much excitement and delight that she was practically vibrating. âYou must be Elsa!â
Elsa and Toothiana took to one another with surprising ease; time had steadied Elsaâs heart, had taught her the patience and endurance and the strength of a glacier; time had energized Toothiana, who took charge of the world with her vast army and a wide smile. But it had been so long since Elsa had even felt anything remotely similar to the feel of holding onto her sisterâand Toothiana understood, completely.Â
Toothiana shared stories of her ownâa whirlwind of adventures collecting memories and moments, each one a treasure she held dear.
(Toothiana's eyes softened as she took Elsa's hands in her own, her understanding gentle yet firm. "I know what itâs like to carry the weight of Memories, Elsa," Toothiana whispered, her voice a comforting balm. "But here, with us, you donât have to carry them alone. Weâre all in this together, and weâll help you find your way.â)
And Elsa found herself starting to believe her.Â
To Believe in them.
//
When the Guardians gathered around the fireâtaking time, they said, to ensure that past mistakes were never repeated, that they carved out time for themselves the way they never used toâthe conversation inevitably turned to their adventures, to answering Elsa's questions. Somehow, Jack always seemed to be at the center of their tales.
She was rather alarmed to realize the extent to which she had begun to wait for these moments, eager to hear more about Jack, piecing together an image of him in her mind that was as elusive as snowflakes on the wind. Why on earth does not a single Guardian commission a portrait, for goodnessâ sake? But Elsa dared not ask for a Memory; apparently, there were still some things left worth being too embarrassed to ask for, after all.
So she contented herself with the way Sandy would add details to the story that the others had forgotten, conjuring up glowing scenes of Jackâs playful antics in vague, golden sandâflurries of snowflakes, intricate frost patterns on windows, and the gleeful laughter of children echoing through the air.Â
She would find all their efforts rather suspicious⌠if they werenât all being so utterly obvious about their Hopes.
Thus, one evening, as they were all gathered around the fire, Elsa couldnât help but ask, âHow did Jack become a Guardian?â
Bunnyâs keen eye sharpened upon her cheek; she withstood the scrutiny, allowing him no further entry to her mind, as he added, âJack was chosen by the Moon, like the rest of us.âÂ
âBut JackâŚâ Toothianaâs voice was soft and somber and unusually serious; the atmosphere in the room shifted, its axis tilting ever so slightly. âHe had a harder time accepting it. At first! That is.â
âTook him a while to figure out, is all,â Bunny held his boomerang up to the light, checking the polish. âHe came around, eventually.â
âWhy?â Elsa asked, genuinely curious.
Sandy floated closer, his golden sand forming an image of a young boy standing alone in the snow, his face a mixture of confusion and sorrow. The image flickered, and the boyâs expression shifted to one of determination and hope.
âNot easy for Jack, his Turning was,â North said, his voice softening. âNot easy for any of us⌠But Jack had no Memories of his past, no knowledge why he was Chosen. It wasnât until centuries after his Turning that he found his center.â
âHis center?â Elsa echoed, intrigued.
âFUN!â North boomed, smiling, and sending teacups clattering everywhere. Elsa clutched her saucer with both hands. âBut not just ANY funâbringing joy and wonder to children, making them BELIEVE in magic and in themselves. THAT is Jackâs true power!â
Elsa considered this as Bunny complained about dropping his boomerang polish and spilling it all over the carpet. Toothiana was laughing at him and offering to help in equal turns, as Elsaâs mind turned over the implications of centersâand Jackâs in particular. She had spent so long searching for her own purpose, her own⌠center? Do I have one? As well? Is that why Bunny had found her, out alone at the edge of the iceberg, at the exact moment when she had let it all go, had accepted that she may never find her purpose, that perhaps she did not have oneâwas that the moment that they had been waiting for?
And now, here in this team, Elsa might soon meet someone who had also once struggled with the same questions, who had found his answers in the most unexpected ways⌠It makes me, dare I say it⌠Wonder...Â
She glanced at the Guardians, each of them so sure of their place, their role in the world, with all their quirks and their trust and their happiness. They had found their centers, their reasons for being. And Jackâthis mysterious figure who was off wreaking havoc in some apparently historic winter season in New Englandâhad somehow found the same. She wanted to know more about this spirit who had lived in solitude for so long, who had found a family among these remarkable beings, and who wielded the same icy power she did, yet in a way so different from her ownâor, at least, so they thought. Nobody could quite seem to explain to her the exact mechanics of it all.
The more she heard about him, the more she felt a growing need to meet him. She caught herself imagining what their first meeting might be likeâwhether he would be as mischievous as they said, or if they would take a liking to one another right away, bonded by their similar powers, their similar stories⌠Perhaps he might help her make sense of⌠all this? Maybe there was something in him that could help her understand herself better. Maybe he could be⌠another friend? An ally. A partner. Elsa did not care about the name; what mattered was only that they could learn from each other.Â
But still. She could not quite deny that her excitement at the chance of meeting him was, perhaps, a bit more complicated than all that.Â
âI still don't understand. You already have someone whose powers are like mine,â Elsa pointed out reasonably, just when the others had started to turn the conversation to simpler matters. âHow could I possibly contribute?â
Bunny barked with laughter from the other side of the circle, over the recipe book he was now reading, preparing for their grand dinner to celebrate the Autumnal Equinox. Sandy giggled in golden, sparkling shimmers. Northâs laughter was as reassuring as it was alarming.
âELSIE, my dear,â North boomed as he strode closer to the wing-backed chairs that Toothiana and Elsa were hoarding by the fire, just under the wide window of the central tower, which overlooked the northern tundra. âIt is not about powers alone! It is CENTERS.â
âAnd besides!â Bunny called out over his recipe book, adjusting his reading glasses over the bridge of his twitching nose. She could feel his cheekiness from the other side of the room, but Elsa was particularly amused by the way Toothianaâs whole body tensed up in preparation for Bunnyâs antics. âYouâre the better deal on both fronts, anyway!âÂ
Toothiana scolded him for the next five minutes but hardly put any real fire into it, and Northâs voice echoed throughout the study (âNow, now, BunnyâJack has only been with us for two years nowâand he has done SPLENDID jobââ), and Sandy had already fallen asleep in his preferred winged-back chair by the fire, lulled into a nap by the comforting sound of his fellow Guardians arguing over something utterly ridiculous.
//
Late that night, as Toothiana hastily prepared for departure and her return to her endless work, she caught Elsa by surprise.Â
âWeâll understand if you would rather return,â Toothiana was gracious, so considerate in her efforts to not step on painful Memories, to not push Elsa too hard or too fast, too soon. âWe recognize that this choice, this Oath, is not for everyone. But we hope youâll consider it.â
Elsa nodded, appreciating the understanding in Tooth's eyes, though she couldnât quite find the words to express it. The kindness and patience offeredâby all of themâmade her feel both comforted and conflicted; this was a choice she had to make for herself, but knowing she wouldnât be judged either way brought a small measure of peace.Â
Toothiana let out a knowing smile that Elsa didnât quite understand.Â
//
Two days before the Autumnal Equinox, the North Pole was strangely quiet; all others were out and about and attending to their centers, preparing their final tasks before they would all meet for the celebration, here in Northâs home.Â
She thus found herself wandering the hallways alone, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor, thinking of the word home, and how it had changed for her over the yearsâfirst, her kingdom; then, her sister; then, the secrets that lay in the depths of Ahtohallan, and then nowhere at all.
What was home?
She paused in front of a large, intricately carved door she hadnât noticed before. There was something inviting about it, something that called to her curiosity. Without thinking, she reached out and pushed it open, stepping into a room bathed in a soft, ethereal glow.
The room was a gallery of sorts, filled with shelves upon shelves of intricate snow globes, each one containing a different sceneâsome of them cheerful, others serene, and a few that looked like they were mid-snowstorm. Elsa moved closer, her breath catching as she realized what she was seeing. Each snow globe was a memoryânot one of Toothianaâs collections of course, but rather, a moving pictureâa small clip of some film, captured in glass and suspended in time.
She reached out to touch one that was particularly beautifulâa snow globe depicting a small village blanketed in fresh snow, children playing and laughing as they built snowmen and threw snowballs. The scene was so vivid, so real, that she could almost hear their laughter.
âBeautiful, no?â a voice said softly from behind her.
Elsa turned to see North standing in the doorway, a fond smile on his face as he watched her.
âTheyâre not Memories,â Elsa whispered, more to herself than to him. âTheyâre⌠Reminders.â
âYes. They help with the Wonder, of course.â
Elsa couldnât move her gaze away from the glass again. âWhose are they?â
North stepped into the room, his presence filling the space with genuine warmth, with joy. âThey belong to all of us. The children, the Guardians⌠and a few others.â
He gestured to a shelf on the far wall, where a single snow globe sat, slightly larger than the others. It depicted a lone figure standing in the middle of a frozen lake, surrounded by a dense forest. Snowflakes danced around him, but there was a sadness to the scene, a loneliness that tugged at Elsaâs heart. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch the glass.
âThat one,â North said softly, âalso belongs to Jack.â
Elsaâs breath caught. She had heard so much about him, yet she still knew so little. The thought of him, alone in this beautiful but desolate scene, stirred something deep within her.
Are you someone out there who's a little bit like me?
Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be?
âYes, heâs been through much,â North continued, his voice gentle, washing over Elsaâs rapidly-blinking thoughts, through the strange swell of sadness that swam through her chest. âBut he IS strong, and has found his place among us. Still, there are parts of him that are⌠sometimes, difficult to reach. Things that⌠perhaps⌠someone may help⌠heal?â
Elsa side-eyed him, beneath her lashes. âYou are growing less subtle each day, I fear.â
His boisterous laugh told her he wasnât deterred in the slightest.
âElsa, when few more centuries you have, you too shall learn when to drop SUBTLETY. No?â
Havenât I already? But she humored him with a smile instead.Â
âWhatever you decideâwe will support you, your Majesty.â
Elsaâs smile slipped, without her meaning to. Throat thick, she whispered, âNo one has called me by that title for a very long time.â
Her eyes pricked with tears as North stepped closer to her, looking down at herâthe way her father used to. The way her father might have, had he lived long enough to see her step into her own power, at last.
âI do not call you Majesty because you were Queen, or Snow Queen; I say because I remind you that what you have, and what you are, at your center, is FULL of that which makes living so majestic. It is my sincere wish thatââ and Elsa inhaled at the strange expression that passed his face, the soft mix of hope and resignation all at onceâ âYou will choose the Oath with your full heart.â
Elsa wanted to thank him, but she didnât want to lie; before she could settle on the perfect breath of diplomacy, North patted her shoulder in reassurance, and left the gallery, leaving Elsa with all the Reminders that were not hers, but insisted she be strong, anyway.Â
She gazed into the large snow globe, at the figure standing alone on the frozen lake in the deep forest, and Wondered, truly, for the first time, This was also my pastâŚÂ
Will I also find my future here, too?
//
The Equinox arrived, at last. Elsa had fashioned herself a dress for the occasion, and the excitement buzzing through the Workshop was palpableâeverywhere she turned, there were smiles and knowing glances exchanged between the elves and the yetis, as if they all shared a secret that she was just on the cusp of understanding, but not quite privy to.
Elsa did not startle at Bunnyâs sudden entrance behind her, but it was a near thing.Â
âStop twitching,â Bunny muttered as he sidled up beside her, at the window, where she was watching the horizon and waiting for the other Guardians to arrive. When she glanced up at him, she found his nose twitching in nervous anticipation. âDonât overthink it, Ice-pop. Jackâs a handful, but heâs got a good heart.â
âOh? No further jabs at your friendly foe?â
âNah,â Bunny grinned. âToday, Iâm on my best behavior. Scoutâs honor.â
âYou mean âToothyâs honorâ.â
âAye, that too.â
She considered pointing out that his nose was equally twitchy, but she let it slide.Â
Elsa understood.
And that understanding grew as some of the Guardians started to all trickle in at once; Toothiana sent wide glances about and around the room upon her arrival, and later, as she fussed with the elvesâ itineraries, kept catching Bunnyâs eye when they thought Elsa was not looking; Sandy checked his watch repeatedly after greeting them all with warm, sandy hugs; perhaps he was conscientious of the time⌠and yet⌠Northâs laughter was too loud to be completely genuine. Elsa was beginning to understand the true purpose of tonight, swiftly and deeply; this night was no mere dinner, and no simple introduction. Tonight was an audition. An interview.
A trial.Â
At this point, Elsa didnât even mind the inquisition; she just wanted it to start.
//
The storm outside had been raging for over an hour, and yet there was still no sign of Jack. The wind howled, whipping snow into frenzied swirls that danced and spun against the windows of Northâs Workshop. The Guardians stood by the large bay window, watching the tempest with a mixture of awe and concern. Elsa had seen far fiercer storms before⌠but seeing this storm here, nowâŚ?Â
Elsa didnât know what to think.
âWhere do you suppose he is?â Toothiana murmured, her wings fluttering nervously as she peered out at the swirling snow. âWhen I got off the globe with him a few hours ago, heâd been in a good mood! Do you think he got distracted along the way?â
Sandy nodded, his golden sand forming an image of a snowflake, delicate and intricate, before it dispersed into the air. North stroked his beard thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving the storm.
âSuch a nuisance,â Bunny agreed, his ears twitching as he squinted into the whiteout. âBut heâll wear himself out soon enough. Letâs get started, shall we?â
âPerhaps we might,â North rumbled, his voice filled with a deep, resonant certainty. âJack may wish to make GRAND entranceââ
Elsa stood slightly apart from the others while they discussed, her eyes fixed on the tempest outside. The stormâs power called to something deep within her, something she recognized and understood. She had created countless storms like this, back in her darker days, when her emotions had been a force she couldnât control. Here, sheâd wanted to be a good guest, so it had been a month since sheâd truly put her powers to proper use, out in the relative safety of the deep Antarctic deserts. But thisâŚÂ
There was a wildness to it, a reckless abandon. This storm wasnât about emotion. It wasâitâsâÂ
Heâs playing!
Just as the words passed through her mind, a voice suddenly piped up behind them, casual and completely out of place in the loud, bustling, tense atmosphere.Â
âWhat are yâall looking at?â
The Guardians turned as one, startled by the unexpected intrusion. There, leaning against a large shepherdâs crook, was someone who could be none other than Jack Frostâhis expression one of casual amusement as he took in the scene before him. He had somehow appeared without a sound.
The room, which had been brimming with anticipation, fell into a moment of stunned silence, then burst back into noise and life in the very next breath.
Elsa blinked, her heart still racing from the intensity of the storm and the weight of her expectations. But now, seeing Jack standing there, looking so nonchalant and distant, she didnât know whether to laugh or feel disappointed. He was lean, with his staff slung over his shoulder, and there was an air of mischief about him, tempered by something darker, something cautious.
North was the first to fully recover, letting out a booming laugh that overpowered the other surprised voices in the room. âJack, you never fail to surprise us! We were just admiring your WORK outside, no?â
Jack grinned, clearly pleased with himself. âOh, that? Yeah, just setting the mood.â
Bunny rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âYouâre a menace, Frostbite. You know that?â
Jack shrugged, his grin widening. âJust doing my job.â
Elsa felt a strange mix of emotions as she watched the easy banter between Jack and the other Guardians. She realized, perhaps too late, that she had built up this moment in her mind, imagining a dramatic, powerful entrance that would define their first meeting. Instead, she was faced with the reality of Jack Frost: a mischievous, irreverent spirit who seemed to take very little seriously, including the storm he had unleashed.
It was at that momentâin her quiet evaluation, her unexplained disappointment, her curious, lingering hopeâthat Jack caught her gaze.Â
Blue.
The playful expression slipped away, just for a flash; his blue eyes met hers, and she saw something there amidst the lingering laughterâsomething raw and guarded, something that told her that, like her, he was grappling with his own mixed expectations.Â
For a fleeting moment, Elsaâs breath caught in her throat, not just from the intensity of his gaze, but from the unexpected warmth that spread through her, as if sheâd been touched by a sudden gust of spring wind.
âJack, Jack, my boy, comeâmeet Elsa! Our dear Elsaâthis is Jack, our newest Guardian.â
Elsaâs heart leapt into her throat. The room seemed to hold its breath as Jack hesitatedâand then he stepped forward, approaching them at the window; Elsa stood patiently at Bunnyâs side, watching Jackâs tousled white hair catch the light of the whiteout outside, watching as his blue eyes deliberately scanned the decorations around the room.Â
Jack Frost⌠?
Elsa waited, patient as a glacier as Jackâs smirking gaze flickered over the gathered Guardians as he reached them, and he saluted North with a deliberately careless air. His smirking gaze lingered on each of them before finally landing on hers.Â
âYeah, Iâve heard a lot about you,â he replied. His tone was not unkind, but deliberately casual. âNew Guardian, right? Theyâve been talking about you non-stop.â
There was a hint of something sharp in his voice, and Elsa felt a pang of anxiety, which she pushed down; Bunny was covering his muttering face with his hand, and Toothiana was rolling her eyes to the ceiling in dismayâor perhaps prayer. Elsa quickly assessed the crisp stare and the hard line of his jaw; sheâd been hoping for warmth, for understanding, but what she found in Jackâs gaze was something closer to suspicion.
Keeping her gaze on his, trying to ease the tension she could feel coiling between them, she softly corrected, âIâm not a Guardian.â
At least, not yetâŚÂ
Or so IâŚÂ
Elsa felt her chin raise; old habits falling back into place; perfect and pretty and polite, all smooth ice underneath; an effective mask for a Queen.
âIâm here on an invitation,â she said softly, and knew that he would not see the ice daggers in her eyes; not yet, although she was certain he was looking for them. âIâm very grateful to North and all of you for hosting me in honor of this autumnal celebration.â
His eyes narrowed slightly.
That is suspicion there, isnât it? And guardedness⌠He was trying hard to hide something behind a facade of coolnessâsome debonair indifference. Elsa recognized the act immediately but played along because there was something else there, too, something that made her heart ache with a familiar loneliness. Iâm an ally, she tried to impress upon him through nothing more than the thought. Enough of this!
I could be a friend!Â
But then, Toothiana swooped in, her wings fluttering with a cheerful energy that instantly distracted themâif not immediately lifting the mood.
âWell! Isnât this just the perfect way to spend the Equinox?â she exclaimed, clapping her hands together, drawing their attention away from one another; Elsa was grateful for Toothianaâs quick thinking, her impressive tact. âJack, Iâm sure youâre energized and starving for a glass of eggnog after all that storm-making. Letâs not waste any more time!â
âUh, did Bunny make it?âÂ
âWhatâs it to ya, you little twerp?â Bunny shot back, narrowing his eyes with mock suspicion.
Jack grinned, the tension easing slightly as he fell into what must have been familiar banter. âJust making sure itâs safe, is all. Wouldnât want our guest of honor to get sick on her first night here.â
âActually, sheâs been here for over a month nowââ
Elsa watched the exchange (Jack was rolling his eyes) with a mixture of amusement and relief and⌠unease. (Toothianaâs interruption had indeed worked wonders, shifting the focus away from the awkwardness of their initial encounter and giving everyone, including herself, a chance to breathe.)
(And yet⌠the warmth of the room contrasted sharply with the chill still clinging to her thoughts.)
As they all moved toward the dining room, Elsa fell in step beside Toothiana, grateful for the other Guardiansâ subtle (for once!) alliance and support. She marveled at how, even two centuries since her last political summit, Elsa still remembered every step of walking into a political negotiation; Elsa knew how to navigate delicate situations, how to read the subtlest shifts in tone, how to win.
Elsa had always been a fine Reader of the Room; centuries of invisibility had only strengthened her skills.Â
And so the Trial beginsâŚ
This first impression was a testâone she intended to pass.
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And although Jack started to relax once they were all seated and well into the eveningâhis guarded expression giving way to something more genuine as he bantered with Bunny and teased North about his over-the-top decorationsâthe knots in Elsaâs stomach remained.Â
How could she make him see that she wasnât here to replace himâbut to find her own place among them?
The Guardians fell into their usual rhythm as they ate and laughed together, the conversation flowing (mostly) easily between them. Elsa, too, had found her own rhythm with the Guardians during her month-long stay, understanding certain inside jokes and the fascinating nuances of their personalities. But even as she joined in their laughter, the tension between her and Jack was palpable, thicker than the winter storm raging outside.
She observed how Jack's eyes flicked between her and the other Guardians, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as he noted instances of the easy familiarity she had developed with them over the previous weeks. He joked along with everyone else, but there was a sharpness to his tone, occasionallyâand it seemed that all the other Guardians could clearly tell, even if they were choosing to ignore it with varying degrees of patience⌠and understanding.Â
Elsa could feel him measuring every word she said, every laugh she shared with the others. It wasnât just that she was new or unfamiliarâit was that she had quickly become a part of something that Jack had spent years, perhaps centuries, building with them.
All of the Guardiansâ assurances and encouragement over the past month had not hinted at the true nature of their concern; Elsa realized quite quickly that this rift wasnât something that could be resolved with pleasantries or polite conversation. Â
Winning his trust wouldnât come easilyâit would demand more than just time; it would require something deeper.
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Later that night, after everyone had retired to their quarters or gone out for their evenings of work, Elsa found herself wandering the halls of Northâs Workshop, her mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions, as was her wont.
The evening had not exactly gone to plan, but she supposed it could have been worse. She couldnât shake the feeling that Jack still viewed her as a threat. It bothered her more than she cared to admit. Sheâd need to discuss it with Toothiana tomorrow. Perhaps they might lend me a snow globe?
As she rounded a corner, headed toward the snow globe Reminder gallery, she nearly collided with Jack himselfâwho seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He was leaning casually against the wall, his staff resting on his shoulder, but there was a tension in his posture that belied his relaxed demeanor.Â
Heâd been waiting for her.
âJack,â she said, startled but keeping her voice steady; once more, familiar, old-fashioned patterns of politeness resurfaced in her moment of uncertainty. âI beg your pardon. I didnât expect to see you here.â
He didnât respond immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. âCould say the same about you. Canât sleep?â
Elsa hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. âJust... thinking. Itâs been a lot to take in.â
Jack nodded, though he didnât seem entirely convinced. He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer, his expression unreadable. âYou know, everyone seems pretty excited about you joining us. North, Bunny, even Toothâthey all think youâd be a great addition.â
She could hear the âbutâ hanging in the air, unspoken but heavy between them; the way addition sounded like replacement.Â
Elsa squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on. There was an intensity in his eyes, a challenge that sent a shiver down her spine, though she quickly attributed it to the cold. âJack, Iâm not here to replace you.â
The words hung in the air, sharp and clear. For a moment, Jackâs expression flickered, something vulnerable and upset flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it with a smirk. âWho said anything about that?â
âNo oneâlisten to me, I know youâre worried,â Elsa continued, refusing to let him deflect. âBut you have no need to be. Iâm not here to take your place. Iâm here becauseâŚâ Why am I here? âI was invited. I am simply getting to know you all better. Iâve been alone for some time.â
âSpare me the politicking,â Jack huffed, which, indeed, Elsa did take offense to. Especially since she genuinely had not been trying to be diplomatic; just careful.
Perhaps he didnât believe her story⌠about being alone?
The idea was more painful than she expected.
Elsaâs eyes narrowed slightly, holding Jackâs gaze. âIâm not here to play games, Jack. Iâm just looking for where I might belongâthat is all.â
âWill you take the Oath, then? Whatâs your center?â
Elsa couldnât explain it, but this struck her as an absurdly personal question. Still. She could recognize a caged animal when she saw one. So, Elsa took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his question press down on her. The idea of the Oath, of finding her center, had been something she had pondered endlessly since sheâd learned of its existenceâperhaps since her arrival, if she was being honest. But to be confronted with it so directly by Jack, someone who still seemed to see her as a rival, made it all the more daunting.
âIâm not sure,â she finally admitted, her voice quiet but steady. âIâve been... trying to understand what it would mean for me to take the Oath, to become a Guardian.â She willed him to understand, at last. âItâs not something I want to rush into without being certain.â
Jackâs gaze remained fixed on her, his blue eyes sharp, but there was a flicker of something softer thereâa recognition, perhaps, of the honesty in her words. âAnd your center?â he pressed. âDo you even know what it is yet?â
Elsa hesitated again, her thoughts swirling. A long time ago, she had known who she was, what she was meant to do. Sheâd thought so.Â
But after everything she had been through, all the loss, the isolation, and the rediscovery, she wasnât sure if her center was what it once had been.
âPerhaps I might have, once,â she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. âBut now... Regardless of whether or not I join you, Iâd like to think that there is something at the core of why I am still here.â
âIn the Workshop?â
âNo, I mean⌠I mean here.â
Jack tilted his head, studying her with a mix of curiosity and caution. Something told her that she finally got through to him, just a little. Elsa felt herself feeling sympathy for him; even after becoming a Guardian, he was still filled with suchâŚÂ
Fear.Â
Doubt.Â
He didnât respond immediately, his expression unreadable. For a brief, startling moment, she wondered what it would be like to stand by his side, to take the Oath togetherâas allies, as... something more?Â
She brushed the thought aside, but the idea lingered, persistent.Â
Then, finally, he let out a small, almost reluctant sigh. âItâs not easy, you know. Being a Guardian. Finding your center. Itâs... itâs not something you just, like, stumble upon.â
âI understand,â Elsa said, her tone sincere. âBut if thereâs a chance that this is where Iâm meant to beâthen Iâm willing to take that risk. Iâm not interested in taking that away from you. You��you havenât even seen what I can do yet! We donât even know how much overlap weâd find in our powers, anyway!â
âYou impressed Bunny in Antartica,â he practically accused. âThatâs enough to say something, isnât it?â
Elsa was trying her very best to remain steady and calm. âAnd what about you? What did it take for you to find your center?â
His eyes snapped back to hers, and for a moment, she saw something raw and unguarded in his gaze. âSo they didnât tell you everything, huh?â
She gaped at him. Honestly!Â
Elsa took a deep breath, steadying herself as she met Jack's gaze. "Jack, youâre being ridiculous. Iâm not here to steal anything from youâcertainly not your place among the Guardians. I havenât even decided ifâI donât know ifââ
âI already know youâre gonna join us,â he said, almost in a whisper, as if admitting something he hadnât wanted to face.
âOh?â Elsa raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. âAnd what makes you so sure?â
Jack hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers, and then, with a passion she hadnât expected, he replied, âBecause thereâs nothing better. Thereâs nothing like it. Itâs everything.â
Elsa was stunned by the raw intensity of his words, the conviction in his voice. She could see it in his eyesâthis was more than just a responsibility, more than just a role for him. It was his purpose, his identityâhis life, or whatever this agelessness was. For a moment, the air between them seemed to crackle with something unspoken, a deep understanding that went beyond words.
She felt her heart skip a beat, a strange mixture of emotions swirling within herâcuriosity, admiration, and something else, something unfamiliar. Her pulse quickened.Â
Jack seemed to realize the weight of his words, and he quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âWait. I... Iâm sorry for how Iâve been acting,â he said, his voice softer now, more hesitant. âI guess Iâve been... on edge, and I took it out on you. That wasnât fair.â
Still shocked by how deeply his declaration affected her, how his passion stirred something within her that she hadnât felt in a long time, Elsa softened at his apology, nodding slightly. âI⌠understand. And I accept your apology. I appreciate⌠you saying that. Iâm sure it wasnât easy to come home and see someone new in the middle of it all.â
Elsa thought she heard him laugh under his breath, mouthing the word Homeâ
Jack nodded, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. âYeah... it is. Anyway. Iâm tired. I think Iâm gonna call it a night.â
Elsa watched him start to turn away, a sudden sense of urgency bubbling up inside her. âJack, waitââ
He paused, glancing back at her, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. They were so wide, when they werenât glaring!Â
âShouldnât we start over?â she asked, her voice gentler, almost tentative in her rush. She extended her hand toward him. âMy name is Elsa. I happen to wield ice magic. E. Aster Bunnymund found me on an iceberg a few weeks ago as I was in the middle of creating a particularly notable blizzard, and he invited me to meet his friends, whom he loves and respects very much.â
Jack looked at her hand, then back at her face, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. Slowly, a smirk crawled over his face.Â
âAlright, Iâll bite,â Jack floated closer, and Elsa held steadyâstories or no stories, she had not been prepared to see him fly! âIâm Jack. I also happen to âwieldâ ice and frost magic. Bunny did not find me on an iceberg, but Iâm pretty sure heâd love to stick me in one. Nice to meet you, Elsa, who promises not to steal my spot on the A-team. Welcome to the madness,â and he reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a firm shake.Â
The moment their hands touched, a strange, electric current seemed to pass between them, and Elsa felt her breath hitch in her throat.
Ohâ
Heâsâheâs rather handsome, she realized with a start.
They held each otherâs gaze for a moment longer than necessary, the air between them thick with something she could not, would not name.Â
Jack was the first to break the silence, his voice a little rougher than before. âYeah... maybe we shouldââ
They let go of each otherâs hands, but the sensation of his touch lingered, warm and unsettling. Elsa felt a flush creep up her cheeks, unsure of what to make of the emotions swirling inside her.
âUhâgoodnight, Elsa."
âGoodnight, Jack,â she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.
And with that, he turned and disappeared back into the shadows of the corridor, leaving Elsa standing alone in the soft glow of the snow globe gallery. She watched him go, a mix of hope and uncertainty swirling in her chest. The conversation had been difficult, but it had also been a step forwardâa tentative, fragile step toward something more. Right?
As she turned back to her quarters, Elsa found herself tracing the line of his smirk in her mind, the curve of his jaw, the sharpness of his eyesâafter weeks of wondering about what he might look like, might be like, she finally had the vision, the Memory of his face.
She rushed with the ornate door handle of her guest room, eager to be inside her room, alone, in the peace and quiet, and finally process the events of the evening, to reflect on all that she'd learned, she'd accomplished, she'd proved.
Exhausted by the sheer weight of so many careful decisions in so short a time, Elsa closed the door behind her with a deep sigh. Exhausted, yes, but also satisfied. She shut her eyes as she leaned against the back of the door and allowed herself a small, tentatively victorious grin, content in the knowledge that when she drifted off to sleep that night, the echoes of their meeting, their tentative truce would fill her mind; this moment gave her, indeed, a sense of Hope that she hadnât felt in years...
But, in her mind, the Memory that lingered most vividly, as she tossed and turnedâwas his face.Â
//
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#08192024 update#fixed some typos!!! some missing italics representing thoughts which i think tumblr ate!!!#jelsa#sanfangirl-cynicalromantic#I LOVE YOU LADY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR SUPER THOUGHTFUL ASKS#therentyoupay two homes#therentyoupay fic#therentyoupay fic prompts#therentyoupay ask#ngl it's also so good for me to just write one-offs and ficlets and prompts every once in a while!!#A PALLTETTE CLEANSERRR#also spoiler alert if jack is not pining then ELSA IS THE ONE PINING LMAO
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fic commentary/notes for the year you thought you were dying.
trying this thing where i do fic commentaries here instead of on dreamwidth since most of my recent dw posts will be private now.
influences:
there was this BL titled "my 40-year-old prostitute" in english or something like that that a mutual from twt recommended. look, it was good. im so fucking serious. the yaoi art was beautiful and sexy and it started out so well with compelling characters. but the translators ceased uploading translations by just chapter 2 in 2020 on [redacted] site. which effectively meant the premise never left me for months and i was so sad.
joke's on me tho all of this really became serious after i wrote tumblr ficlets of 1418 hooker au in response to some fun ask prompts in the summer, which are in my fic tag somewhere.
some quotes from more influences:
"Itâs obvious that the range of people who sought out sex for money would change dramatically in a kinder, gentler world. [...] Sex work would also attract stone butches of all genders and sexual orientationsâpeople who want to run the fuck but are not interested in experiencing their own sexual vulnerability and pleasure. Often these people are the most adept at manipulating other peopleâs experiences. They are more objective about their partnersâ fantasies and do not become distracted by their own desires, since their needs to remain remote and in control are already being fulfilled. - pat califa, 1994, 2000
"You. What will you let yourself become for me?" - dorothy allison, her thighs, 1992.
the essay "her thighs" is about lesbian power play and so influential to me. i think dorothy allison is a very powerful writer and i love her poetry.
this is an allison excerpt from jane ward's the tragedy of heterosexuality:
i kept this in mind too while i was writing manuela's short backstory.
the process:
i wanted crazy thangs with the structure. i wanted most of the sexual intimacy to be revealed much later to the reader, after we go through mostly the companionship aspect of the service -- which i realise now is not crazy but a boring approach and would really change the story so i didnt do it.
sex pollen fic done this way is my fave tho. helenish wrote this sga fic called This Gun for Hire with sex amnesia in it where everyone is in denial in the aftermath about the kind of sex that was repeatedly happening. there are other fic examples (can't quite remember or have bookmarked) where the denial and delusion is so completely off the charts with a character in trying to get through the aftermath of the event without a freaky sex trope involved.
so i wondered if i could pull off that kind of blurriness and denial in the structure for a character who KNOWS what is happening but thinks they're still straight and will die straight lmao. but fernando in this story is just jaded, retiring and isn't cripplingly repressive.
the notes from my word tracker doc that i had to do to be able to write long fic. i laugh at this every time:
my projected word count for this was 20k, which was so off lmfao.
i put off getting them to have sexy fun in italy at one point because i didn't know yet what emotional point they needed to get to and what grounds they'd be on then. i wrote a bit of a very different scene to lead up to it, but then scrapped it. and then i wrote the auction night and the morning-after scene. tension and conflict (without having to use miscommunication as the necessary crutch) is always one of my most favorite things to write about so i was so glad i got to this point LOL. the payoff of reaching a compromise and then an emotional release later is so rewarding to me! i love that shit
emotionally i just knew i needed it to be like the mindy nettifee poem i grabbed the fic title from.
figuring out how to write lance in this fic was really hard ngl since i went into the story almost blind. cofi made me realise this blind spot when i showed her an early wip and i was like hold awn.... if i wasn't sending @strulovic broken drafts and doing lanceology consultations with her, i wouldn't have gotten anywhere in the story.
alonso being a divorcee irl is so important to each and every one of my agendas thank god for the gay uncle. i did a lot of google searching to be able to write fernando's approach to sex and relationships outside of the job. i knew what i wanted to take away, like the difficulties with intimacy that former workers have had, and still have after the industry sometimes. fernando scrubbing his hands clean at lance's place after the auction despite not having sex with the auction client, his views on wanting the sex with his ex-wife and other exes to be "acceptable and proper" in contrast to whatever he's done for work, and how the internalised homophobia warps this for him while he tries to play the gentleman with lance in italy (and lance being able to read through him and understand that fernando DOES want to fuck him nasty âźď¸ though lance doesn't understand the extent of fernando's issue with it). there are also accounts where sex work gave a worker the experience, space and autonomy they needed to slowly heal from prior traumatic and/or abusive experiences. the research was very interesting.
relied on music A LOT. an honorary ldr song [hears collective groaning] that didn't get included in the fic playlist was Love song. lance was in that passenger seat beside fernando in their sleek '67 restored fiat on the way to umbria wishing and wishing to get railed.
ALMOST FORGOT TO INCLUDE: ferrari to mclaren 2.0 fernando was the print here. he keeps the ferrari depression beard ofc.
truly not an overstatement, i think this fic was what made writing smth as long as this quite enjoyable and bearable for me. dare i say fun! haha
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2019 Writerâs Round-Up
Tagged by:Â @greyias, tysm!!
Tagging:Â @sadmagecentral, @visionmarred and @erintoknow, if you guys want to do this!
Word count
It took a loooong time to plug all of the yearâs fics into Word and get an answer to this... the final count is 68,288. Please, no one tell my professors who still havenât got me to produce two decent 7500-word dissertations.
Number of smut scenes
Two... ish???? Softly and Go Easy were Fallen Hero ficlets that dealt with lemon-ish situations but were incredibly vague because my Disaster Ace brain just isnât interested in going into details :âD (Me: we could try to write smut now? My brain: but have you considered... angst and tenderness? Me: you got me there.)
New things I tried this year
- My self-imposed âone fic a weekâ challenge (except during exams...) Iâm thrilled that I mostly managed to do it, barring a few weeks where I made art instead or was just too tired. It led to me exploring so many different ideas!
- Writing prompts! Iâve always worried that if I took prompts, Iâd never be able to come up with ideas and Iâd disappoint the askers, but I had plenty of ideas and absolutely loved doing them.
- A few new formats: Transmission Log , Messages to an MIA Operative, Keystone and Delivered (Not Read) were all epistolary, which was really fun to explore. Most of my FH fics were also in second person, which I was nervous about trying but ended up really enjoying.
Favorite thing I wrote this year
Hhh, thatâs a hard one...
Irreparable was one of my favourites to write. Much as I love fix-it fics, taking a blunt look at how deeply fraught Theron and Jaceâs relationship is, and watching Jace make it worse with everything he said, was a great ride.Â
Astrogation, aka my âRevan hangs out with the Outlander as a Force Ghostâ fic, was tricky to write but so much fun. Kess and Zeth are such wildly different OCs and I loved giving them a chance to interact (and kicking the Imposwtor out of the window.)
Over in the FH-verse, This Is You is very close to my heart. Tender Chargestep is good for the soul.
And finally, I have a soft spot for the incredibly angsty Flystep fic What The Water Took From Me. There are some lines in there Iâm super proud of and the whole scene plays out so vividly in my head whenever I read it.
Favourite fic I read this year
Oh heck, why donât I have a fic rec tag? Iâll definitely fix that, and in the meantime...
Everything @sadmagecentralâ touches turns to gold, but this look at Dorianâs past, his relationship with the Alexius family, and his healing with the Inquisition  is a work of beauty. The way a decade of growth is so perfectly summarised in a short story... *chef kiss*
A Taste of Your Skin Starts The Healing by @frozenabattoir is gut-wrenching and tender by turns (just like everything about Argentstep...) and so, so gorgeously written.
I love absolutely everything that @erintoknow does, but especially Your Weak Young Heart. Watching Ariâs journey through her Sidestep days is a wonderful emotional rollercoaster and I loved every word.
And this ficlet by @greyias is lovely and bittersweet and generally perfect :â)
Writing goals for 2020
Hmm, continue the Lionel Shepard ficlets (which began with Keystone.) The idea of a Shepard who doesnât quite come back right after Lazarus has been in my mind for several years and Iâd love to see where it leads me (and Lio and Kaidan. Theyâre gonna... yearn...)
Finish the Fallen Hero Daemon!AU thatâs been sitting in my drafts since August.
And the âWren makes contact with Heartbreak and helps them healâ AU thatâs been sitting around for just as long. This could be a longfic, so Iâm still working up the courage...
Do more writing prompts!
Go easier on myself. Iâm super proud of myself for rising to the fic-a-week challenge, but sometimes Iâve pushed myself a little hard. My brain loves its structures, but itâs gotta learn that taking a break from a self-imposed rule is not going to make anything bad happen...
Prioritise finals and mental health over fic, sadly :âD Iâm going to keep writing as much as I can, just maybe a little less than I have this year.
Words of Thanks
Everyone whoâs supported me over this past year! Ngl, itâs been rough in places, and I have no idea what 2020 will bring, but having you all here liking the stuff I make, asking me stuff, and gushing about fictional characters with me has meant so much to me :â)
Special thanks to @monty-s-joy, @jaegerjaguar, @sadmagecentral, @aurrieccentrics, @frozenabattoir, @theebonhawke, @gaydragonwizards and anyone else I might have forgotten because Iâm incredibly tired, for screaming about fandom stuff with me, letting me bounce (frequently ridiculous) ideas off you, and generally being wonderful people. <3
#writer's round-up#long post#i feel really good about this year's writing#thanks so much to everyone who reads it :')
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