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princessfbi · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

I was tagged by @ashavahishta and @indigo2831

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

805,881

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

16! 9-1-1, 9-1-1 Lone Star, Les Mis, Marvel, The Almighty Johnsons, White Collar, The Hobbit, The Magicians, Graceland, The Flash, Now You See Me, Burn Notice, The Man From UNCLE, Royal Pains, Shadowhunters, and Star Wars

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Not Worth It

Soccer Mom Protocol

School Nurse Protocol

The Babysitter Protocol

Just Below the Crowded Avenue

Which are all for the Marvel fandom

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oooohhhh.... I try not to be too angsty near the end. I guess.... Will I Ever Be More Than I've Always Been? because it leads into the truck explosion and Athena getting a first real glimpse of Buck's parents being a waste of space a total let down.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

OH! I think that's probably a tie between She Made Herself Stronger (by Fighting with the Wind) and To Look and Be Seen and Howard Han's Daycare Carpool

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do! I have a crossover with Graceland and Les Mis because Aaron Tveit whump was the dream (also a Harry Potter crossover)! I also have a very subtle crossover in The Almighty Johnsons where Anders is friends with the reincarnated Hercules which was a little nod to Dean O'Gorman being on Young Hercules. I've also a crossover with White Collar, Royal Pains, and Burn Notice. Annndddd..... *checks notes* Also just I crossed over all the Marvel fics all the time.

8) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I've been known to dabble from time to time. Just depends on the tone of the story. My main thing is keeping it consensual, have healthy communication, and show safe practices.

9) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I don't. I used to respond to everyone all the time but I had a few run ins where certain people have been a bit rude. I also stressed about my responses a TON because I didn't want to seem like I was just copying and pasting and that was taking up a lot of my energy. Eventually I had to decide what readers wanted more: my responses to comments or my writing. I'll answer a question here and there but for the most part I let the comment section be a space for the readers.

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. I did get one person who was kind of really mean but they'd been mean to a lot of people so I took that with a grain of salt. I get more rude comments from time to time but those are also easy to disregard since I don't respond to comments anymore.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Sort of? I've had a few instances where people have taken certain things from my fics or scenarios from my fics and wrote it their own way. Though someone did take a part of my fic that was like a 5+1 and expanded one of the 5 to do their own story but that was on a site I don't use so I didn't know about it until recently.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of but it's possible.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

*side eyes @buddie-buddie* Ella you remember that time we went deep in our Buckley Siblings feels?

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh definitely Buddie for sure! Buddie followed by Enjolras/Grantaire.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I had a Carlos whump fic that I was working on but I've lost the inspiration (and the fun) from being a part of that fandom. But who knows? Never say never.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Character and pacing/tone? I feel like a lot of people talk about those the most.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Homophones and being kind to myself.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If it's in character and done correctly then sure! I made it a point in I Want You to be Happier where the only Spanish Eddie says is the Spanish he says in canon or the one time he's parroting back to Abuela. Abuela and her friends spoke Spanish fluently though and since Eddie was living with her, I would write him understanding parts of what she was saying. I actually even specifically only had Eddie mentally translate one sentence ("Who was on the phone?") and because it's a common occurrence he knew what she was saying. But whenever I do a different language I make sure that I am almost 100 percent correct when using it!

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Charmed!

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

....Tortured Musician Buck!AU my beloved!!!! That one and Tear Me to Pieces; Skin to Bone and If I Fall, Can You Pull Me Up?

Imma tag @buddie-buddie @lovebuck @herodiaz @softsatanhq @renecdote @maddieandchimney @madneyfiles @buttercupbuck

#tag game #fic writing talk #911 on fox #les miserables #graceland #charmed #Marvel #the almighty johnsons #white collar #burn notice #royal pains #911 LS #the man of uncle #the magicians #tortured musician buck owns my soul

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doorsclosingslowly · 3 years ago

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tagged by the glorious @sl-walker

How many works do you have on AO3? 44

What’s your total AO3 word count? 265.827

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Star Wars, Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows, Supernatural. If we're counting stuff that never got polished enough to post, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Harry Potter, Cobra Kai, Lord of the Rings, Inu Yasha, .......

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The blue man (Star Wars TFA; Kudos: 547)

Armor (Star Wars TFA; Kudos: 417)

Coarse and irritating (Star Wars TFA; Kudos: 358)

Head shot (Star Wars TFA Kudos: 344)

Reveille (Star Wars TFA; Kudos: 344)

All the same series!

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I respond but sometimes I'm super slow. I do appreciate every single comment and some of them I've read so often I can almost recite them, but I'm not actually good at making the words go (yeah I know I write for fun but that's one of the reasons why I'm such a slow writer, and also I love suffering)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

They're both about Maul after losing to Sidious, which is such a miserable point in this life already: the one in which I made it Worse aka the OG zombie Savage fic, Coming home early is always a mistake, and then there's Maul decades after, trapped with something that might just be his brother, Keep quite still and wait

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I invent crossovers to torture my best friend. In the last one, Gilgamesh was made Hokage. Generally though, I sometimes enjoy the characters-in-world-from-different-story type but I haven't written anything of the sort. Except! My Supernatural/Mines of Falun crossover. And I'm currently writing a Shadow and Bones fic with a de Sade pastiche in it. Those are my kind of crossover

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I'm not remotely visible enough to get hate I think! Like, I generally get less than 500 hits, so why would anyone bother

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do write sexually explicit fic when the characters vibe with it (like From Each According to Their Ability, To Each According to Their Need which is Jesper/Kaz/Inej) but I would describe it as... more interested in the tenderness you get from being utterly weird in the way that makes your partners feel understood than in sexiness, I guess.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know. As I've said, I am a minuscule slug in a massive ocean

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked about translating Your death is a number but I cannot count that high into German! They haven't finished and sent me the link though, and really, I don't envy them. Translation's fucking hard

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I've never had one single favourite for anything in my life! I like way too many things

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I genuinely plan to finish very single one of my million WIPs posted at some point. Yes, even Epicenter

What are your writing strengths?

Weird set-ups and texture through details maybe? Honestly being positive about myself is hard except in terms of: I do really like the ideas I come up with and how I'm spinning out the implications

What are your writing weaknesses?

Humour is super hard and not my strength, which means the fact I've decided that Jesper is the most interesting character in Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows should be classed as an act of self-harm. Honestly, why. Part of that struggle is that there's so many kinds of funny and in-between working out the character's sense of humour and trying really hard, I sometimes stop caring about what possible readers might find funny as long as I do.

Also, I'm slow. So slow. I plot several fics per week and take weeks to write a chapter

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've written dialogue in other languages! Maul talking to Jagrub in Your death is a number but I cannot count that high, where Jagrub speaks way better Mando'a than basic and because Maul only half-understands some Mando'a words that's how I wrote it.

Death Watch must be getting impatient. As soon as Maul forces himself to raise his eyes—turning away from the coddling indifference of the holocam—Jagrub starts talking. “Mand’Alor? Vercop’ashnar verborir—” and then she lets out a jumble of other words, even more unfamiliar, before she cuts herself off.

She’s not one of those, usually, who address him directly. Maul understands Death Watch’s tendency to converse in Mando’a—if he is to avoid appearing an outsider and risking another schism, replying in kind is indispensable—but his early training held no space for anything that would not advance the revenge of the Sith, let alone the languages of minor regional hegemons, and neither Kast nor him prioritized resuming the lessons interrupted when Sidious attacked Sundari. Jagrub’s brow bunches up with the effort of simplifying her words to a level he can understand. “We should… Permission to send… scouts to find more of Rook’morut'yc?” A frustrated grunt. “No, what will he… Weapons? Goore.”

Kast glances at Jagrub, and then at Ventress. She must decide the suggestion is urgent, because she explains in Common, “Jagrub is talking of slugthrowers. Impossible to deflect with a lightsaber. Mandalore has not fought a war against the Jedi in centuries, but they were more effective than blasters then, and enough should remain as heirlooms or in museums to furnish our army. A delay of a few days to retrieve them, if you believe that Savage will survive that long. Else, we’ll make do with the five we currently have.”

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I've been spinning off stories from what I've read for as long as I can remember. The first thing I actually wrote and posted was an Inu Yasha fan comic about extremely minor characters the Shichinintai, because even as a thirteen-year-old I was niche

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I love most of them, but the ones that made me dive really into myself are probably my favourite. Your death is a number, Down in the Ground where the Dead Men Go, Riches and Wonders, To Each According to Their Ability

tagging @expatgirl @humanformdragon @submeowchinegun @skitter-kitteruwu @pomodoriyum @merfilly

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sonickedtrowel · 4 years ago

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1, 2, 4, 10, 20!!

Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Oh boy so I’m sure I must have mentioned it at some point but I won’t turn down a chance to ramble about it again: me and @regalpotato are working on a Day of the Doctor rewrite and I’m pretty psyched about it! Basically, Eight is there rather than War (although War does make an appearance!) and also River is there, because Duh, and there are other Things going on that are different from the episode/novel, but that’s spoilers and also still partially cooking in my brain, lol. It’s at 11k-ish right now but still pretty early in the story, too early to probably say what I will love most. But I’m having a ton of fun with it, especially the dialogue, and currently torturing Ten in every way I can think of. You know, lovingly torturing. For the most part.

That is the really big thing I’m excited about, but I do still have two prompts left from a couple weeks back (I didn’t forget you, anons!) and those are milling around in my head too waiting for inspiration to strike. 2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

No secret that I love writing multi-Doctor / River stories, and in fact having somewhat recently finished an 8 and 11 / River fic I will have to be on my toes to not repeat myself too much haha. But I just love getting everyone together and letting them yell at each other for a while - the best honestly - and then later we get Revealing Conversations about Feelings, as well as POV changing chapters. Not to overhype it but! I think it’s gonna be fun! Putting the rest under a cut because I am long-winded lol.

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Hmmm I’ll pick something I like from the WIP that’s all my writing - this is from Night of the Doctor with Eight and Ohila, but it’s diverged from the original script here and iirc pretty much all new dialogue for Eight. I don’t normally write this sort of Doctor speech because I’m usually doing romance, but I can hear Paul McGann righteously shouting/soliloquizing in my head so I’m pretty happy with it: *** “What would you have me do?” the Doctor hissed. “What does your broken prophecy foretell? That I become one more loyal soldier in Gallifrey’s glorious army? I can join this fight and take a thousand lives, die a thousand deaths, and this war will still go on. The universe doesn’t need another soldier!” “Not a soldier,” said the Sister, “a warrior, with the power you’ve refused to wield. You could have destroyed the Daleks before they were even created.” “Yes, I could have done. And I didn’t, because I have no right! Whatever it is you think you can turn me into, Sister, you’ll continue to be disappointed. Because there’s one person who is always needed in a war: a good doctor, willing to help whomever they can. No matter if they’re despised, or called traitor— no matter who they lose or how many times they fail! There will always be more lives to save, and I’ll be there, helping, wherever I can. I only hope I’m strong enough to carry on doing it half as well as another doctor I knew.” ***

(Yes of course we have Liv Chenka references!) 10. How would you describe your writing process? It takes me forever to get ideas, but once I have a sort of general amorphous direction for the story and an emotional starting point for the characters, I just jump in. And then I keep getting shower thoughts about more and more stuff happening and what was supposed to just be some fun fluff starts growing a plot and getting wildly out of hand and this is just my life. I am very much not in control. 20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?) Ohhhh this is such a good question! Definitely going with There is a love I reminisce because there’s a lot going on under the surface in that fic and not all of it stated super explicitly. So um, huge spoilers below if you haven’t read it!

Manhattan and Trenzalore (both times) are essentially retconned, through a combination of River’s innate abilities and Eleven going around the timeline trying to do better after being confronted with his shortcomings in TNOTD. How the Doctor survived Utah is explained and it’s not because he was in a stupid robot. It spawns an implied post-Library reunion with River, Eleven and the Doctor’s oft-referenced and never quantified or named children from Gallifrey. It implies a different resolution to the Hybrid thing and an alternate series 10. And of course it uses BF’s far-superior Ravenous 4 plot twist to preemptively annihilate the timeless children crap, and a combination of Ravenous 4 and Doom Coalition 4 to make River basically a time goddess. But maybe my favorite thing was giving life to this headcanon of mine. IT CANNOT BE REFUTED! They’ve never said ANYTHING specific about his family so it’s free real estate baby!

*** “Yes, sorry to harp on about this, honey, but I think we can discuss the regeneration semantics later,” River cut in. “You’re saying I came back from your future to your distant past and just… stayed?”

“Well… yes, I think so. There were certain things we couldn’t discuss. I had always just assumed that I’d reached the end of my last regeneration and you weren’t too pleased with that, so… You know, describing it now, it does seem very irresponsible. But I don’t recall having any complaints.”

“No, I shouldn’t think you would.” River smiled, but her mind was racing. “How would that even work? Eventually, we’d come back round to when we first met on your end, and what, I wipe myself out of your memories? Selectively, for your entire lifetime? I think you might notice a little thing like that.”

“I suppose you must have had a plan for it, but I can’t remember it now. I just remember the two of us, together through the centuries.” He smiled fondly and River felt like the ache in her chest would strangle her. “I remember our family.”

“Our what?” she cried, as the older Doctor had a sudden choking fit.

“Our family. Our children and…” Dread slowly dawned on the young Doctor’s sweet face. “Oh, please, no,” he whispered. “Don’t tell me they’re… No, this happened! It happened in both versions of my memories!” He looked to his older self, panic-stricken. “Tell me you remember!”

“You had a family,” River soothed, as Babyface stumbled over his own tongue. “It just wasn’t with me.”

“What?” he laughed incredulously. “Who else would it be?”

“Your first wife, sweetie. I’m your second. Well, the second one that counts.”

“No, that’s— I’m sorry, that’s nonsense.” He turned to the older Doctor again. “You can’t tell her, is that it? Because she hasn’t done it yet? I’m sorry, River, maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“No!” Babyface shouted, finally collecting himself. “Yes, we— I had a family, on Gallifrey, before I ever left. River wasn’t there, obviously, because that’s not how anything works!”

“Who, then?” the young Doctor demanded. “Who was your first wife?”

“I— I— she was—” He opened and closed his mouth silently, looking increasingly horrified.

“You don’t like to talk about it,” River explained. “She passed away.”

“Yes, but just between me and myself,” the young Doctor pressed on with an utter absence of tact that made it easier than ever to see this was the same man before her, “who was she? And your children, what were their names?”

River hesitated, watching as the older Doctor wrestled with himself. These were details not even she had ever asked him for. She knew the general outline, of course, and that was enough. It was a hurt so deep and so impossibly ancient, she couldn’t truly imagine how distant it must be for him now. No sense in forcing him to open that door and dwell on it again.

“I, I don’t,” he finally muttered, looking almost fearful, “I don’t talk about it. I don’t think about it.”

“You’ve forgotten them,” the young Doctor said, voice low and furious. “How could you?”

“S-Susan,” Babyface stammered, wide-eyed. “I left Gallifrey with Susan.”

A relieved smile flashed across the young Doctor’s face. “And where did you suppose she came from?”

“No, she… I don’t…” Chair legs scraped abruptly across the tile as the older Doctor bolted up from his seat, white-faced, and stumbled back from the table.

“Doctor?” River stood, her hearts racing.

His eyes met hers for a split second, the strange terror in them sending a chill through her, and then he was gone like a shot.

“Doctor!” She made to chase after him, but his younger version was still clasping her hand.

“He’ll be fine,” he reassured her. “He’s just working it out.”

“Working it out?” she repeated, too stunned to reach out and grasp for the obvious. She turned to him in a daze. He smiled, and for a fleeting moment she fancied she could see the long contentment of a life she’d never dared dream of, etched in each little line on his older, younger face.

“I told you, River.” He laid his other hand over hers, warm and steady. “It was always you.” ***

#thank you so much for these they were great questions!!#i need to like shut up though these are such long answers lollllll #amillionmillionvoices

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vole-mon-amour · 5 years ago

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OTP tag game.

Tagged by @captainjowl. You know for sure than I'm struggling to pick only 10 & fit them in here. But hell, that’s fun, thank you <3

Rules: Choose 10 OTPs BEFORE reading the questions, and then get to answering

1) Harry James Potter & Sirius Orion Black

2) Daniel Le Domas & Grace (Ready or Not 2019)

3) Samuel & Nathan Drake (Uncharted 4)

4) Corvo Attano & The Outsider (+probably Emily Kaldwin; Dishonored series)

5) Steve Grant Rogers & Bucky Buchanan Barnes (Marvel)

6) Tony Edward Stark & Peter Benjamin Parker (Marvel)

7) Handsome Jack & Rhys (Borderlands video game series)

8) Damon Salvatore & Elena Gilbert (TVD Books & a tv show)

9) Batman & Joker (in every universe, really)

10) Adam Jensen x Francis Pritchard (Deus Ex video game series)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

I believe it didn't hit me before Spider-Man: Homecoming. Civil War was about Steve & Bucky for me, but when I saw that growing up Peter with Tony, their dynamic, chemistry. Tom & Robert are really just like that.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Lmao. I've read like 50% of the tag on AO3, I wrote my own & started a few wips on them. They are amazing. Plus, with that shitty canon? We didn't get enough of them & they deserved better, so it's only logical to save yourself with fanfiction.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

I was living with The Outsider icon on my twitter & tumblr. That one is still my Google profile picture I believe. Don't remember about having an icon with the two of them. Also had The Outsider as my lockscreen on my smartphone for a while.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Funny how it fits canon, lmao. Rhys literally tried to erase Jack's AI in TFTBL, so I guess another day on Pandora, nothing new. They torture each other, they kiss each other, they kill other people in the process. It'll be fiiine.

5. Why is 1 so important?

I love them since the first time I met them, which was much more than 10 years ago, I don't even remember when. At some point they were the reason I was waking up & forcing myself to eat just to read more fanfiction & feel something. Even if I was drowning in pain (I was extremely depressed), it was still something. I read every fic I could find at that time. The depression that Harry went through, all these feelings, his love for Sirius. I was living through it, I could relate.

I'm currently drowning in these two again, though in a much healthier & happier state. I see their flaws & I know as much as I can. I see them differently as an adult. They saved me, they keep being my number one, I still consider making a tattoo of Padfoot/Sirius or of both Harry & Sirius together. I have many headcanons, ideas, I write fics about them. They are everything, you see? They were my choice when there was nothing, no one. They are HOME.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Both. There goes the dynamic of Jack & Rhys: torture, fighting, flirting, a lot of trauma. I'd definitely say that they are wild and comical sometimes, but they are definitely serious. With the Asylum, the mental health issues. There is so much more to it, the complexity of their relationship. The struggle of loving who you probably shouldn't (but hey, when does it work like that?) Thinking about Tettlate's Batman, about Batman: Europa & how Joker was: "You must be crazy, putting me in charge of the plan, letting me decide. Okay, well..."

Nah, they are entertaining, but this is a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Are you kidding me? They are all the definition of CHEMISTRY. I'd say 5, but then go 2, 6, 7, 8. Come on. I'm not choosing. Most of they are WILD.

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

The fandom itself? Idk. I found one of my favourite artists through this fandom. If it's about the characters themselves, I played the first game with the DLC from start to beginning, looking around every corner. Spent more than 60 hours in there. Watched a second game (my laptop can't run the game) and the DLC (obviously), since Francis is in the DLC & not in the main game. I have a tag for them on tumblr, I read fanfiction, I tried to write my own. I still follow Elias & want a third game. Elias liked my tweets about Adam and Jensen being an actual couple a few times. I'd say I interacted with all of this a lot? Still do, actually.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

5. Best friends since childhood, fought & died for each other, still found their way back to each other. "It would break your Captain's heart, to see what they did to you." That only the MENTION of Steve can pull Bucky out of this brain washing(ed?) state, distract him in the middle of a fight. When Steve died in the comics because of Sharon & Tony sent Natasha to take Steve's shield from Bucky because even Tony knew how much Steve means to Bucky. And Bucky was like: "Oh, I see what he did. Not happening!" Fought Natasha (that is his ex in the comics) & kept going for Steve's sake.

Well, you see the point, I can go on and on.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

They're not actually canon so none? They had a few fights: In Civil war (the comics), in Homecoming (the movie). That only means that they’ve got history & love each other.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

As fierce Grace is, they wouldn't stand a chance against Damon & Elena. Those two had to deal with worst thing than brainless stupid zombies. On the other hand, if there were no alive humans to drink their blood... It's either an animal diet that Damon hates so much or I don't know? Still, they're faster & more powerful. Their bodies have advantage of healing the wounds as well.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

From some people, yeah. Don't tell Athena, don't tell Vaughn, don't tell Fiona. Though Rhys wasn't very subtle about it & Jack just doesn't give a fuck. You will probably end up dead if you disagree or bore him, or if you're useless.

"I can take you to the top, but you gotta know where the top is" & Rhys doesn't tell anybody until Jack makes him the President for like whole 20 minutes lol.

Fiona & Sasha: "This can't be happening." Sure it can, darling.

14. Is 4 still together?

I have a headcanon about The Outsider finding Emily & Corvo after Billie frees him from the Void. He doesn't have anybody & they are his only friends aside from a potential friendship with Billie. And if we don't consider TOTO dlc, they definitely are! The Outsider visits them both when they sleep & takes them to the void sometimes. How could he not?

15. Is 10 canon?

Not really but also sort of? Let's say that they really care about each other in canon, despite Adam pushing Francis away because of his trauma & fear that Megan caused him. :/

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Can you imagine wizards fighting extremely powerful vampires? Superheroes with venom in their bodies that make them super strong with people that made a deal with the Devil himself (hi Le Bail)? 5000 y.o. God and his lover that share his powers and an augmented human protecting his tired IT guy? Combine mental health issues to that, Jack and Rhys with Batman and Joker. Corvo & The Outsider would probably slay them all as Corvo and Emily did in both games with entire islands, though it will still be a slaughter anyway.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

All the fucking time, lmaooo. I’m not even talking about it.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

I feel like I already did with Steve & Bucky after many Marvel movies (we're not even mentioning Endg*me, I fucking died & was dead for full 4-5 months).

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I used to do that a few years back, but not anymore. There is not much content since the trilogy is finished.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

1 already went through it & fandom lives, so I'd say maybe 7? Rhys will find a way to bring Jack back & they are both so wild. It’s what happened in canon anyway. Jack kidnapped Lilith & forced her to do Angel's job, so I'd like to see that witch try at first. Jack is an immortal bastard. <3

Now that I think about it, Corvo would also deal with her in seconds as she waits to curse them.

As a conclusion: no one breaks up forever, we're killing the witch.

I tag: @ianmillkovichgallagher & @aledbr

Whoever else wants to join the game, please do.

#otp #me #tumblr #harry x sirius #delena #corvosider #rhack #tony x peter #batjokes #jensard #steve x bucky #ready or not #drakecest

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atc74 · 6 years ago

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Famous Last Words

Square Filled: Bodyguard

Warnings: Angst, mentions of murder, rape, torture, blood, death penalty

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N Padalecki wrote a feature story on serial killer Michael James White after he was arrested and sentenced. Now he wants an audience with Y/N before his execution date. Is that really all there is to it? Maybe, but she won’t be going alone.

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Jensen Ackles, miscellaneous OC’s

Word Count: 3700

Written for: @spnonewordbingo

Beta’d by: @hannahindie who had this to say: “Sigh. I hate you.” You really know how to get me tingly with your feedback and I love you, too.

A/N: This has been sitting in my WIP’s since March. I finally found the inspiration to finish it and I hope you like the finished product. Although this says Jared x Reader, Bodyguard!Jensen (sorta) is heavily featured. You’re welcome. Italics are a flashback.

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

“I just got a call from the warden at the French M. Robertson Unit up in Abilene. It seems inmate Michael James White would like to have a word with you,” Jared gestured for Y/N to take a seat.

Michael James White was convicted the previous year for raping and killing three women in the Dallas area. The story went worldwide and Y/N was the lead reporter for the Austin Herald. Jared hadn’t wanted her on the story at all, and for good reason; the three women he raped and murdered prior to his capture, could have been her sisters. Y/N had talked him into letting her run with the story.

“Jared, this is the story of a lifetime,” she had argued with him. “This is my chance to prove that I can cover more than art shows and county fairs! You’re a journalist, too, Jare. Would you have passed on the story just because someone didn’t want you to write it? Because someone thought it would be too dangerous?”

“No, you’re right. But I don’t have to like it, Y/N,” Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re not just a journalist on assignment, here. You’re also my wife. It’s my job to protect you, not just as your husband, but also as your boss.”

“Baby, I know you worry about me, and I love you for it. You told me once that one of the many reasons you fell in love me with was my fierce independence. Now that we’re married, that hasn’t changed and I will always come home to you every night, but I am writing this story, Jare,” she said adamantly. “I have to live my own life, too. I’m not just Jared Padalecki’s wife; I am Y/N Y/L/N Padalecki, award winning journalist and wife extraordinaire.”

“You got the wife extraordinaire right, but award winning?” Jared smirked. “You get that covering art shows and county fairs?”

“I will be after this story,” she corrected him.

“Fine, but I am hiring a bodyguard until this all blows over,” Jared conceded, knowing he never had a chance of talking her out of it.

“His execution date is next week. What do you think he wants to talk about?” Y/N walked around Jared’s desk, leaning up against the edge, next to where he sat in his chair.

“Probably looking for a Hail Mary to save his ass,” Jared looked up at you. He still wasn’t comfortable with her on this story. He thought it was in the past, but the past just came knocking.

“I’ll call the warden and make arrangements,” she acknowledged, sliding across the edge of the desk and in front of her husband. “Jare, it’s going to be okay, baby.”

“Will you please take Jensen with you?” He looked up at her with the puppy dog eyes she fell in love with and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll call him, too,” she smiled. “Now, come ‘ere.” Her hands reached for him and she rolled his chair right in front of her.

Jared wrapped his long arms around her slender waist, his cheek pressed up against her bosom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, cradling him to her. She knew sometimes he needed comfort, the anxiety getting to him.

~*~

“Babe? Jensen’s here. I’m heading out,” Y/N called, walking into the kitchen.

Jared was seated at the island, a cup of coffee in front of him. He looked up as she entered the room.

“Please be safe. Please check in with me frequently. Please let Jensen take care of you if needed,” Jared’s voice was soft as he met your eyes.

“I promise all of those things,” she leaned in and kissed him softly, her lips lingering on his. He tasted of coffee and toothpaste. “I love you.”

“Love you,” he echoed and watched her walk away.

~*~

“He just worries, Y/N,” Jensen finally spoke thirty minutes into the drive to Abilene.

“I know he does, Jay, but it’s like he can’t let this go,” Y/N retorted, looking her friend slash bodyguard in the eye. “I am not some delicate flower that’s going to wilt the minute someone looks at me.”

Jensen Ackles had been a star quarterback in high school and college, but an injury sidelined any professional career he had dreamed of pursuing. He had fallen back on his degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology, applying to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and becoming the youngest profiler in the history of the Behavioral Sciences Unit. After several years, the job became too draining for him and he retired, returning to Austin.

He was now an independent consultant and contracted with several police departments as well as the Texas Rangers. He also happened to be best friends with her husband and she loved him like a brother. Jared had hired Jensen when Y/N had written the story, staying by her side, until White had been moved to death row at Robertson.

“Y/N, I have studied this man from the minute the first body was found. I worked with the Rangers to bring this guy in and I don’t like it either. White is a narcissistic psychopath; he felt no guilt, no remorse over raping and killing those women. And those are just the ones we were able to pin on him,” Jensen recounted the facts of the case. “We also thought he had a partner, but we couldn’t prove that.”

“I can take care of myself, Jay,” Y/N argued. “You taught me well.”

“I know you can. All I’m saying is this makes me uncomfortable,” Jensen acknowledged.

“He’s getting the needle next week. What more could he have to say at this point?” she challenged.

“Oh plenty. A guy like this? It’s all about him, not the women he killed or the families he destroyed. He truly thinks he is the victim and the world has somehow wronged him,” Jensen continued. “My profile is spot on; he is a narcissistic sociopath with misogynistic tendencies. This meeting he wants? It’s no different, Y/N. That is why he wants to see you. The narcissist in him wants to go out with a bang and he wants you to light the fuse.”

“Jay, I was the only one that listened to him after his arrest. That’s why he requested to see me,” Y/N reasoned. “That’s all.”

“In any case, I am not leaving your side the entire time we’re inside,” Jensen declared. “You are exactly his type. Let’s just call it a gut feeling that something ain’t sitting right with this whole thing.”

“Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N Padalecki,” a short, stocky man with a bolo tie met her at the front gate. “I’m Warden Wilcox. Welcome to French M. Robertson prison.”

“You can call me Y/N. This is my friend, Jensen, who my husband insisted accompany me today,” she smiled as they shook hands.

“Agent Ackles, it’s a pleasure to meet you! I read your profile on White. It’s quite revealing,” Wilcox said enthusiastically.

“It’s not Agent anymore, Warden,” Jensen greeted the man, a tight lipped smile on his face.

“Alrighty then,” the warden clipped. “Let’s get this over with shall we?” He ushered both Y/N and Jensen inside. They entered the first security checkpoint where the guard relieved Jensen of his weapon and secured it in a locker with two keys; one was given to Jensen while the guard kept the other. Y/N’s bag was checked, but all it contained was her wallet, a small recording device, a legal pad and a few pens. They were cleared to enter the facility and were lead through two more checkpoints before they were lead to a meeting room normally reserved for an inmate and their attorney. The warden escorted them through the prison thus far. A total of ten minutes had passed since they left the first checkpoint.

Jensen had observed every face, name badge, camera and door from the moment they entered. The door they stood outside of had one camera pointed at the door itself and he saw at least two more inside the room, covering it from different angles. The red lights were blinking, indicating that all three were in working order, as had the others he had seen as well. That had eased some of the apprehension he had the moment Jared had called, but not enough to make him feel better about the whole thing.

“Jenkins, you don’t let anyone in this room unless it’s me. Mr. Ackles and Mrs. Padalecki are the only ones to be let in and let out. Got that?” Wilcox addressed the guard that was stationed outside the visiting room.

“Yes sir, Warden,” Jenkins nodded in agreement. He was a tall, lithe fellow with thinning reddish brown hair and a sparse mustache covered his upper lip. He wasn’t exactly the kind of person Y/N pictured as a prison guard, but perhaps he had hidden skills that no one but the warden was aware of.

Jensen eyed Jenkins as he had the same thoughts as Y/N. Whatever relief he had felt about the cameras faded away when he came face to face with the guard.

“Please let our visitors in,” the warden spoke loud and clear so the guard in the control room could hear him. A buzzer went off and with a loud click, the door popped open.

Warden Wilcox entered the room, addressing the prisoner. “White, here are the rules. No touching, no standing. Y/N, Mr. Ackles, you will not hand the prisoner anything, nor will you take anything from the prisoner. She is here at your request and you will not disrespect her in any way. Her friend here, Mr. Ackles, is here for her safety and will stay in the room with her at all times. He has my explicit permission to restrain you in any way he deems appropriate should you violate these rules or any he gives you on the spot. Since Y/N Y/L/N Padalecki is not your attorney, video and sound will remain operational. Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course, Warden Wilcox. I am the one that asked for an audience with her, why would I do anything that might jeopardize that, sir?” White looked up at the warden, a look on his face somewhere between a smile and a sneer. It did not sit well with Jensen.

The warden turned back to Jensen and Y/N. “Feel free to make your way to my office when you’re finished here.” The warden walked out of the room, shutting it behind him with a click.

“So, why am I here, Mr. White?” Y/N took a seat at the table, holding her bag tightly with both hands, her chair more than a foot from the table.

White glared at Jensen who remained standing, his back to the door, before turning his attention to Y/N. “Y/N, we spent so much time together already. Please, call me Michael.”

Michael James White had been compared to Ted Bundy by numerous news organizations. He was tall, well built and attractive. He had lured his female victims with his charm, then beat them into submission, after which he raped, tortured, and murdered them in cold blood.

Y/N had spent some time with him, yes, but that didn’t mean she liked it. He made her skin crawl and they way he was looking at her now made her feel like his last meal. Maybe, technically, she was. He was being executed in less than seven days and she is the last person he would see from the outside before his death.

Jensen quietly stood in the corner of the room. He had a view of the door, White and Y/N from his vantage point. The feeling in his gut wouldn’t go away, it only continued to gnaw at him as he watched White leer at Y/N like she was a piece of meat.

“Just tell me why I am here,” Y/N demanded, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“Because, you were the one that told the world my story and now we’re going to finish it. I want everyone to know what has happened to me since I arrived here and how I am going to go down in history with the likes of Bundy and Ridgway. I’ll be a legend.”

“I never agreed to that. I am not going to glorify what you did. Your victims deserve peace, their families deserve peace. We’re done here,” Y/N stood and slung her bag over her shoulder. “Jensen, can we go?”

Jensen moved from the corner to Y/N’s side, but before he could turn and signal the guard, Jenkins was through the door. He raised his baton and caught Jensen along the side of his head.

Jensen stumbled back before he regained his footing, but it was enough time for Jenkins to restrain Y/N and toss White his keys. He quickly assessed the situation, running through all scenarios in his head as he watched White uncuff himself from the table. None of them ended well.

“White, hold on a minute and think about this. You’re in a maximum security prison with only one ally. Do you really think you’re going to make it out of here alive? Either of you?” Jensen looked between White and Jenkins. He locked his eyes on Y/N and saw the sheer look of terror in them. Jenkins had her arms behind her back and his baton across her throat, pressing just hard enough that she was struggling to breath. He nodded once, hoping she understood he was telling her it was going to be okay. They would be okay.

“You tell me, Mr. Profiler. You’re the reason I’m in here; You’re the one that profiled me, but you missed something, didn’t you?” White sneered as he walked around the table bolted to the floor, coming to a stop just in front of Jensen. “Missed the partner, Mr. Profiler Man.”

Jensen didn’t back down and kept a calm exterior, not letting White see his concern, his fear. “No, I knew you did. We just couldn’t prove it. What I gotta ask though is, why Jenkins? Surely a man with your intelligence, your social stature and good looks didn’t need a partner. Plus, Jenkins is below you. So you tell me why.”

“Honestly, Jenkins was a patsy, still is. I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you. What no one knows, not even Jenkins, is there were twelve other women before the last three. You’ll never find their bodies.” White took another step into Jensen’s personal space.

“What the hell Mike? You told me I was helping you! You gonna hang me out to dry now?” Jenkins was visibly upset and he yelled at White, scaring Y/N even more as the baton pressed harder into her throat.

Just as White turned to Jenkins, alarms sounded throughout the prison. The sound startled the guard just enough that Jensen was able to reach out and pull Y/N behind him, pushing her into the corner out of the way. The force of him pulling her away tore the bag from her body, and it laid at Jensen’s feet.

“You were supposed to turn off the camera’s you imbecile!” White shouted, lunging at Jenkins, knocking him to the floor, his fists connecting with the guards face repeatedly.

Jensen grabbed the bag and rushed to Y/N’s side in the corner. “Are you okay?” His eyes running over her body, checking for any injuries.

“I-I’m okay,” she breathed out, her voice raspy from the pressure against her windpipe. She rubbed at the red skin on her neck.

“Do not move from this spot. You hear me?” Jensen ordered her as he ripped open the lining of her bag and reached his hand inside. He pulled out what appeared to be a white knife and slipped it inside his left boot. “Stay here.” He turned and moved back toward the two men.

Jenkins’ face was covered in blood and so was White as he continued to pummel him, sitting on his body. “White! That’s enough!” Jensen approached the prisoner and that got White’s attention.

He stopped his assault to face Jensen, his eyes wide, crazy and his face covered in blood. “Oh, it’s your turn pretty boy. By the time they get to me, I can add three more to my body count, making it eighteen total.”

“Go ahead and try it. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground,” Jensen challenged him.

“Jensen, no!” Y/N screamed the corner, terrified for her friend, for herself.

Jensen’s mind was still counting down the time. Four minutes. Four minutes since Jenkins burst through the door, grabbing Y/N and releasing White. Two minutes since the alarm sounded. The walk to the room had taken ten minutes. That means it would be a minimum of at least three more minutes until anyone came to assist him. Three minutes was all he needed.

“White, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will. The cameras are still rolling and anything you try is being recorded and any action I take against you will be in self defense. Why don’t you just sit back down and let me cuff you to the table and we all go our separate ways, until I come back next week to watch them stick a needle in your arm?” Jensen was purposely taunting White, walking back and forth in front of him, keeping himself between Y/N and danger.

“I’d rather you just kill me now,” White declared, staring Jensen down, his eyes ablaze with fury.

“Just gimme a reason, you fucking dirtbag,” Jensen readied himself for attack, and not a moment too soon.

White pounced like a cougar going after his prey. Jensen was prepared and threw him to the ground, but White didn’t stay down. He got back up and tried again. He stepped closer and closer until he was within arms reach of his would be victim. White reeled back and put all of his weight behind the blow, hitting Jensen square in the jaw.

Reaching out with one hand, he gained purchase on White’s prison jumpsuit and stumbled. Bracing himself on his right leg, he pulled his arm back and landed a jab to his opponent’s kidney. White doubled over, giving Jensen an opening. He brought his right leg up and straight into White’s nose. The crack resounded through the small room, blood gushing from his face.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” White screamed, sidestepping Jensen and making one final attempt at victory, he lunged toward Y/N still huddled in the corner.

Jensen reached down and with one swift move, removed the homemade knife from his boot. He swung upwards, catching the blade in the fleshy meat of White’s inside thigh. The killer dropped to the floor, a crimson puddle forming beneath him.

“This isn’t the way it was supposed to end…” White whispered his last words as he bled out on the prison floor.

“Famous last words, asshole,” Jensen muttered as he shoved the bloodied knife back in his boot.

The door burst open and guards flooded the room, followed by a very out of breath and red-faced warden.

“What in tarnation happened here?” Warden Wilcox shouted as he approached White’s lifeless body.

“If we can move this to your office, Warden, I would be happy to explain it or you can watch the video,” Jensen acknowledged the man before reaching for Y/N.

“Come here, I got you,” Jensen lifted her off the floor and wrapped her in his arms.

Thirty minutes later, Y/N was calmly seated, a strong tumbler of scotch in one hand, courtesy of the warden.

“I can’t believe he was fool enough to try something like that. And on camera no less!” Wilcox was dumbfounded.

“He was a desperate man, Warden. You shouldn’t dare a man that has nothing left to lose, but I did,” Jensen reasoned. “It was the only move I had. Your guards wouldn’t make it before something worse happened. I took a chance and in the end only one life was lost.”

“Wasn’t really a loss now was it, son?” The warden clicked his tongue at the makeshift bodyguard. “I’ll be closing his death as accidental. You won’t be hearing from us again.”

“If I do, it will be too soon,” Jensen stood and shook the warden’s hand.

With Y/N safely in the passenger seat, Jensen put his car in drive, leaving the prison in the dust kicked up by his tires. Y/N hadn’t spoken a word since the incident in the room, but with a pursed lip she turned to Jensen.

“Why was there a knife in my bag and when did you put it there?” She questioned her friend.

“Last night after you went to bed. I stayed a little while and I slipped it in there before I left,” Jensen replied, his eyes never leaving the road.

“Why?” she asked again.

“Because I knew wouldn’t be allowed to keep my gun on me and without knowing all the variables, I wasn’t walking into a room with a convicted killer and my best friend’s wife without some protection. I made the knife myself; it’s animal bone and doesn’t raise any alarms,” Jensen responded passionately.

“You planned this whole thing out, didn't you? You and Jared?” She pushed.

“Y/N, I told you I didn’t like it from the moment you brought it up. I wasn’t going in unprepared. Jared didn’t know about the knife either. I didn’t want him to worry anymore than he already was,” his words were short and clipped.

“I’m sorry I questioned you. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, both of you, when you told me this was a bad idea. You saved my life today, Jensen. Thank you,” she whispered.

“I’ll do anything to protect my family, Y/N,” Jensen reached out and gave her hand a squeeze.

The Whole Enchilada: @closetspngirl @emoryhemsworth @iwantthedean @meganwinchester1999 @sis-tafics @wilde-abandon @wegoddessofhell @holyfuckloueh @horsegirly99blog @smoothdogsgirl @dolphincliffs @thisismysecrethappyplace @neeadinghugs @roxyspearing @theoriginalvicki @andkatiethings @mrswhozeewhatsis @linki-locks11 @evansrogerskitten @hennessy0274-blog @hobby27 @gh0stgurl @charliebradbury1104 @blacktithe7 @the--blackdahlia @fortisetgloriosusinarduis @roseblue373 @hannahindie @pinknerdpanda @cherrycokegirls1

Jensen’s Jamboree: @supernatural-jackles @dean-winchesters-bacon @cameronbraswell @docharleythegeekqueen @maddiepants @squirrel-moose-winchester @amanda-teaches @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @adoptdontshoppets @akshi8278 @kathaswings @deansgirl215 @x-waywardaf-x @elara98azalea @jerkbitchidjitassbutt

Jared’s Menagerie: @supernatural-jackles @cameronbraswell @squirrel-moose-winchester @amanda-teaches @deansgirl215 @x-waywardaf-x

#spnonewordbingo #jared padalecki x reader #Jensen Ackles #Jared x reader #jensen #bodyguard!jensen #jared padalecki angst #jensen ackles angst #serial killer au #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #Supernatural fanfic #wip way too long #glad it's finally done

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Annual Writing Self Evaluation 2018

I wasn’t tagged in this but I wanted to do it so here we go

ALL FICS MUST HAVE POSTED ON AO3 IN 2018

1. Number of stories (including drabbles) posted to AO3: 10

2. Word count posted for the year: 774,856 lakdjflkjfladklf

3. List of works published this year (in order of posting): (my wips are in order of when I last updated, not when I first posted)

Through Time I Found You (I feel like I posted this 9837473 years ago, I can’t believe it’s been less than a year since i posted my last ziam fic)

Enticing

play with me

Greedy

Wandering

media naranja

Kinktober ‘18

Maybe

Home For Christmas

Nodus Tollens

4. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction/Zayn, BTS

5. Pairings: Liam Payne/Zayn Malik, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin/Min Yoongi, Park Jimin/Min Yoongi/Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin, and Kinktober has multiple pairings.

6. Story with the most:

Kudos: Nodus Tollens and then media naranja (this one was the fastest to get kudos, so I’m adding it)

Bookmarks: the same ^^

Comments: Nodus Tollens and then Through Time I Found You

7. Work I’m most proud of (and why): Nodus Tollens because it’s a lot different than what I’m used to writing and it was very difficult plot wise and characterization wise, but I’m happy with the way it turned out. There’s things that need to be fixed because I kind of just wrote and let the plot develop itself, and I was sure people wouldn’t like the plot twists. I also love my characters, I’m so attached to them. It’s also my longest fic and I don’t feel as if it’s dragging on, so I’m happy about that.

Also, media naranja. I wrote this fic as a break from the angst in nodus tollens and I was attempting to write a crack fic, and just a stupid/dirty overall fic and I actually got really great feedback for it. It made me really happy write it and really happy to see it do well.

I didn’t think Through Time I Found You was last year but since it was, I’m going to mention that one too. That was SO hard for me to write because of the dialogue and because it took place in the 18th century. But my writing really improved because of that fic (and my amazing beta for that fic).

8. Work I’m least proud of (and why): None really. I post a lot of pwps that probably could be better, but there’s none I would say I’m not proud of.

9. A favorite excerpt of your writing: ugh this is hard did you see the WC from this year kldjalkfjda. Here’s something from NT I was really excited to share:

“The new living room is a little off putting. Taehyung’s definition of homey means a little messy - his tattered couch a big eye sore in the middle of the room but after a few nights cuddling with Taehyung on it, he’s starting to fall in love with it.

Taehyung’s a little messy too, their relationship or whatever it can be called a little messy, but Jeongguk’s past the point of falling in love with it.”

And then here’s one from Wandering bc that fic is my baby and sope are platonic soulmate brothers and I need them to be happy and finish the story okay:

Admittedly, Yoongi has never understood the phrase “seeing red” when angered.

He understands now.

It is a volcano inside of him, moments away from erupting and destroying everything around him. The only thing keeping him from yelling at the group of people in the waiting room, who never fucking called him, and the doctors who waste his time, is Hoseok.

The shallow breathing doesn’t calm his anger, but it keeps the tremble in his limbs at bay. The flinch of Hoseok’s fingers against his own makes it difficult not to squeeze on tight in a hope of waking him up.

It is too difficult to look at him bandaged up, his face so swollen and bruised he is almost unrecognizable. So Yoongi rests his cheek on their clasped hands where he sits beside him and stares at the monitor instead. He’s thankful they took the breathing tube from him, it made it too difficult to look at him.

“Never thought I’d wake up next to that face.”

Yoongi rubs his sleep ridden eyes against the soft sheets. There is a slight quirk to Hoseok’s lips as he makes an attempt at squeezing Yoongi’s hand.

“Savor the moment, it won’t happen again,” Yoongi mumbles as he sits up. It is still difficult to look at him, but Hoseok doesn’t look his way either so he can divert his eyes for the time being. “Special circumstances.”

Hoseok attempts to laugh, but he ends up groaning instead. “Don’t make me laugh. I feel like a bucket of shit.”

“You look it,” says Yoongi, but the joke doesn’t feel genuine. He knows he should call the doctor, but there is a flicker of fear in his chest at the idea of leaving his side.

“What’s the damage?”

The doctors had told him the moment he stepped inside of the room, but Yoongi couldn’t focus on anything but the sight before him and the rage he felt at whoever did this.

“They broke your face. A um - in your stomach. Stitches, lots of stitches.”

A tightness takes over his throat and he swallows it down as he finally moves to the door to call the nurse. He can’t say it. Stabbed .

“I don’t remember much. It was dark. Nari, is she okay?”

Yoongi’s heart drops into his stomach as he sits by the bed again. “Your parents are out of state. But mine are here if you need them.”

This seems like a better thing to tell Hoseok, but it makes his chest ache.

Assholes, they always have been.

“I told them I was your brother so they would get off my ass.”

Hoseok snorts. “Idiots. You’re too ugly to be my brother.”

10. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Ah, I received so many great reviews this year. I am quite lucky. I think my favorite recently was the latest on Nodus Tollens, which says: “ WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK” x 3934 lmao

11. A time when writing was really, really hard: This year has been pretty good for writing. The last couple years, I’ve been struggling. But this year, not so much. There were times where the plot was a bit heavy and difficult and I couldn’t figure out how to get it to where I wanted, or I realized I messed up a timeline and I had to work around that, but overall, pretty good.

12. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Um Sope in Wandering. Like, it was supposed to focus on the romantic ships in that fic but it focuses on the platonic ones more. And sope a lot. I really, really enjoy their relationship in that fic.

Also, Bobby in Nodus Tollens. He’s a minor character in the fic, but I also get a lot of feedback about it. He’s a, bad guy but with a tortured past so you feel for him and realize he’s not really a bad guy. That trope, I’m protective of him and I’m sad when I write his scenes.

13. How did you grow as a writer this year: Specifically? Not sure. I got better at commas lmao. I’ve tested myself and wrote things I hadn’t before. I went from really dark to comical stories, I wrote different kinks. I wrote characters as bad when they aren’t in real life, which I normally don’t like doing. I’m not usually a big fan of writing characters OOC, but I’ve gotten more comfortable if it’s appropriate for the story I’m writing. I put a lot of my own self into stories, I wrote about something very traumatic that happened to me in one - something that I haven’t even talked about really.

14. How do you hope to grow next year: I can be a bit repetitive within my writing, I am working on this and I hope I improve. (Like for example, in the fic I’m about to post in a few days, I wrote JK saying he’s suffering and dying like 343 times lmao.) I also really suck at outlining and planning out fics in advance, which hasn’t been a huge issue but it’s offered me some roadblocks that I need to focus on bettering.

15. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): Oh man, well I’ve read some really amazing fics and the writing was so beautiful that it offered me a lot of motivation. @strawberrysuga is always a huge support for me and my writing, even though ambra offers me like 9897 au ideas when I’m trying to focus on the 8979 ones I’ve already written. There’s a lot of people on twitter who come to me between updates and though I write for myself, seeing their feedback and their love and encouragement has been such a good influence on me.

16. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Oh yeah, every one of my fics has part of me in it whether it’s a character based on someone I know, or an event in my life. Wandering has a lot of it; the police scene, Taehyung hating cheese (me), it takes place in NE where I grew up. One of my fics has a scene based on me and my girlfriend. Umm so yeah a lot lol

17. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: So, this year was a good year for me and I was nervous because I was in a new fandom. As much as I’ve done well, I’ve never really gotten negative comments on my fics before until this year. And none of them were about my writing or my storyline, but unnecessary/rude comments. Like someone didn’t like how often a side ship showed up. Things like that. They bothered me, not necessarily because I took it personal, but because I can’t believe people can be so rude and think it’s okay to be that way lol. I think this will always continue to happen, I think it’s best to ignore these comments and try to focus on the good ones. Because the bad ones stand out, but there were very few compared to the good ones - but the bad always stands out more than the good. And it’s important not to focus on the bad.

18. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I’m actually writing a fic right now I’m very excited to post. It was supposed to be a ‘I’ve never kissed anyone, please teach me’ type fic, but it’s not quite that anymore haha. There’s a lot of frog references because Jungkook’s an animal biology major who loves amphibians lakjldfkjda

19. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: since I stole this, you can steal this from me and say I tagged you mwah

#writing #tag game #long post

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lettersofsky · 7 years ago

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For the "Get to know the Author": all of them. Every single one. Because I adore you and love knowing more about you.

Get to Know You AuthorYou asked for it! And now have a lot of rambly answers! Under a read-more line because I’m still a decent person. 25′s probably longer than it should be but I just love that scene, I love it so much.

1) Isthere a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

The Later DEEPGROUND AUthing I wanna do; it’s got all the notes and plot points down include quickrough drafts of some ‘drama’ scenes, I’m just not really ready to start it yet?I’ll get there eventually though! There’s also my own thing which exists onlyin concept design and small character pieces and that I’m far too willing toadmit that I’m not ready to start yet.

2) Whatwork of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

I tend not to getembarrassed over my things because even if they’re not the best thing, I’ve atleast been able to get the idea down or I’ve tried something different aboutthe thing so they’re all experience and the chance for constructive criticism.

3) Whatorder do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenesfirst? something else?

It varies depending onwhat I’m doing; like some things I’ll start with a specific scene and thenwrite the build up for it, others I’ll write a scene I’m looking forward too,the afterwards of it and then the start, others will be chronological. The besttimes are when I write out notes for the thing then I can work out of orderwhile retaining all the few key points that I wanna touch on and where they’d fallin the timeline of the story.

4) Favoritecharacter you’ve written

Genesis is such adramatic, lit nerd and I love him. Writing him is fun because he’s just thisbig ball of conflicting thoughts and contradictions and I absolutely love him,especially the way I try to write him; kind of a more mature, softer, ‘realizedthat I’m never going to achieve this thing that’s completely out of my leaguebut hey! That doesn’t mean I don’t have achievements to be proud of!’ He’s alsoreally easy to angst!

5) Characteryou were most surprised to end up writing

I’d never thought that I’dwrite Rosso! Nobody cares to write about the Tsviets! But I am because she’s my murder girlfriend and I absolutely adoreher! She’s very much a femdom whenever I write her, it’s a thing

6) Somethingyou would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated tochange now

I don’t know? Because if Ireally have a problem with something then I can go back and redo it, which Ihave done in the past (not for anything I’ve posted here, but other things).

7) Whenasked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I’m neutral about it, Ithink? Not a lot of people around me would think to ask and the one’s thatwould already know because I’ve shoved things in their face to tell me if the wordsmake sense.

8) Favoritegenre to write

I love writing fluff! Cuteslice-of-life, romance stuff! Warm feelings in my chest as I break my face fromsmiling at my own stuff! Ecto’s probably calling me a liar right now because ofall the angsty stuff I write…

9) What,if anything, do you do for inspiration?

OTP Prompts are mysaviour, I would be left with character-centric things exploring ideas I haveabout them otherwise (read Truths and Crownless)

10) Write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

Definitely backgroundnoise, I usually put on some music (I’ve been listening to Starset and NWTB alot lately) or a video (I like Plague of Gripes stuff, he goes a lot intocharacter development and worldbuilding). I can write around people, but I preferto be alone when I write, mostly because I kind of end up roleplaying thecharacters a bit, especially when I’m stuck on dialogue.

11) What aspect of your writing do you think has most improved sinceyou started writing?

I’d like to say that I canwrite dialogue better now but I’m not sure about that. I’ve definitely improvedwith my NSFW pieces, they’re apparently decent now!

12) Your weaknesses as an author

Dialogue is difficult. Plotsare difficult. A Decent Ending is difficult. Titles are hell.

13) Your strengths as an author

Hyper fixation on things Ilike. Willingness to completely abandon all of fanon to run with a characterizationI like. I can write dumb idiots being cute real good!

14) Do you make playlists for your current wips?

Not often, there are a fewthat I have but not many.

15) Why did you start writing?

It was a way suggested tome to help deal with depression by a councillor; they probably never expectedme to write about… what I currently do.

16) Are there any characters who haunt you?

Ravus Nox Flueret. He’s myabsolute favourite thing from FFXV and Crownless is my longest single thing fora reason! He just keeps creeping into my other FFXV stuff! Like an AU I’ve beenbouncing around, started one way and then I wondered what he’d be doing in itand the whole thing shifted to include him in the main narrative.

17) If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, whatwould it be?

Stop thinking and worryingabout the thing and just do them, it’s fine if not a lot of people see thestuff you’re doing someone definitely is and it’s probably put a smile on theirface and that’s good.

18) Were there any works you read that affected you so much that itinfluenced your writing style? what were they?

I don’t think so? Maybeand I just haven’t realized it? I used to have a very Victorian-style ofwriting (or so I was told) but I might have lost that somewhere along the way.

19) When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keeptrack of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

A document absolutely filledwith the information; that’s how I did it with my Bloodborne AU, just some 40pages of characterizations, backstory, weapons and their backstories, acomplete timeline of events and things to touch upon in the works. But yes, foranything that’s large and complex then I’ll just have a separate document (or two) tohave up that has all my ideas; for example, TSoaF, my Dragon AU, has the mainstory file, the info file, the draconics file – with all their designs, characterizationsand backstories, and a predecessor fic – which is only dot-points of plotpoints and will probably remain that way.

20) Do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Both, considering my moodand what I’m working on. If it’s a part I’m feeling up to like my smut bender lastweek then I can do the long sit-down, other times I can’t sit still and haveto get up every few minutes just to move.

21) What do you think when you read over your older work?

It pretty much boils down too,‘Oh! Look at my OTP being cute together! *heart eyes* I love them!’ or ‘… Oh,no! Why did I write that?! Now they’re crying and I’m crying and, god damnitme!’ It’s a fifty-fifty chance.

22) Are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Some of the more extremekinks or fetishes maybe? Other than that, I can’t really think of anything.

23) Any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped yourwriting?

Unfortunately, myexperience as a nurse, both in age care and in the neurological section of ahospital, have not helped me with my writing at all. Damn you, four years of specializededucation!

24) Have you ever become an expert on something you previously knewnothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Not an expert, but I ammore versed in kink after writing for Kinktober than I ever thought I would be.I also looked up numerous method of torture for one of my Bloodborne fics, thatwas pretty fun.

25) Copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’reparticularly proud of

Genesis had liftedhimself to a seated position and had dropped his head into his hands, hisshoulders shaking with soft sobs. | Cloud dropped down to his knees next to theother, gazing at him in concern. “Genesis? What’s wrong?” He asked, voiceclearly distressed. | “I can’t,” Genesis whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I can’t do this anymore.” | “Genesis,”Cloud coaxed, pressing closer to the other man. “Talk to me.” | “I’ve tried so hard,” Genesis stressed, lifting his gaze to stare atCloud with wet eyes. “But I just can’t handle this anymore Cloud.” | Cloud didn’t understand what theother meant by that but whatever it was, it must have been important to causethis much distress in the other man. “Tell me about it,” he coaxed in a softvoice. “Let’s talk about it.” | Genesis shook his head sharply, a harsh noiseleaving his lips. “I’m trying to make it up,” Genesis told him, stressing hiswords in a desperate tone. “But I can’t handle having you like this anymore.”| Cloud was stunned silent, staring at Genesis’ face. | “And I know I don’t deserve to be picky,” Genesis continued, reachingout to grip Cloud’s arms in a tight grip. “You’ve been so kind to me, eventhough I don’t deserve it after I threw you away.” | Cloud felt hisbreath quickening as Genesis continued to speak, his eyes widening as he beganto realize what the other was talking about. | “I promised myself that I’d takeanything you gave me when I saw you out in the wastes. I promised that I wouldn’t interferewith your life any more than I already had.” Cloud swallowed heavily, his chestheavy as he continued to listen to the other’s ramblings. “But I can’t deal with this, I can’t handle you looking at me like I don’t mean anything to you.” | Cloudfound a harsh noise falling from his throat, interrupting Genesis’ ramblings.He dropped his own head into his hands, smothering the noises falling from hismouth. | A wounded noise left Genesis’ throat as he took Cloud’s face in hishands. “Look, I’m still ruining things,” he pressed his forehead to Cloud’s astears started leaking from his eyes once again. “I just keep��hurting you, precious.” | Cloud shook his own head softly, pullingaway from the other’s hand to stare at his face, admitting in a soft, fragilevoice. “I had Mako Poisoning,” Genesis stiffened, freezing at his words. “I, Iforgot everything. I don’t remember ever meetingyou before.” | Another wounded noise left the other man before he was wrappedin a warm embrace and pulled into the other’s space.

I’m also really proud of AnOld Hurt (a KH fic) in general. I just really love how it came out and how Iwrote Xemnas in it, it’s really great.

#ask meme thing reply #missingmywing #Wings! I hope you're happy!#This is really long #I spent a lot of time answering these #After coming home from work

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acnara · 8 years ago

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first line tag meme

tagged by @alysae bc she either likes my writing (????? how????) or is calling me out... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Rules: List the firts lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether) See if there are any patterns. Then, tagg your favourite authors. Alys why tf did u tag me I only write Aus I´m crying I don´t quilify as a fave author

Y´all ready for all the fandoms I once planned to ruin?

Home (Harrymort)

Her hair was dark, dark charcoal and she looked so small Harry was sure she would have fit in the cupboard under the stairs.

She looks so small compared to the huge coffin In which lay the red eyes that used to haunt him under those stairs, too.

For Voldemort and Valour (Harrymort)

“We need to wait,” Snape had told him. “Wait until no one will notice us leaving.”

That had been days ago. Scorpius trusted Snape, of course. This might be another reality --a bizarre, terrible, scary one—but Snape was a war hero, after all. He remembered how Snape’s eyes had gone wild when Scorpius had told him about Albus’ grandmother, Lily, and had begged him to help him restore the future.

Snape had looked at him like he was hope, and had asked him to wait until he could warn the others, until he could make a plan.

And six seconds (Harrymort)

Harry’s soulmate clock peaked out from under the sleeve of his uniform when he raised his hand to rub his eyes.

It was late and he was tired, but profesor Snape had decided to ask for a full detailed inform about vampires that was due the next morning. Dumbledore had been reducing Harry’s free time more and more each month since the beginning of the year. Now his mornings where filled with classes, his afternoons with the headmaster and his pensieve, his nights with homework and his early mornings with the occasional torture vision courtesy of the Dark Lord.

Sometimes his life sounded utterly ridiculous.

In dark suspension (Harrymort)

Ginny couldn't remember the first time she told Tom about Harry Potter, but she remembered how much he used to dislike when she talked about him.

"Tell me about you Ginny, not him. I want to know more about you"

"I'm not that special, Tom. I talk about myself all the time. And I really need help with Harry... I'm sure he thinks I'm weird. I can't even talk properly when he is around!"

Ginny would not be able to point out the first thing he told Tom about Harry, but she would never forget the way the diary had suddenly become quiet for days after she told him why Harry was famous.

She would never be able to forget the sudden interest Tom took in what he used to call Harry-centered conversations.

Take it on (Harrymort)

“AND THE BOY WHO LIVED DID IT AGAIN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”

The thunderous voice of the commentator was what took Harry out of his concentration state. As the adrenaline started to leave his body he felt his breathing slowing down and his heart starting to beat faster and faster as he looked up, slowly, and took his helmet off. The crowd went crazy, and Harry couldn’t help but smile, bright and proud and more than a bit smug. He had just won the world motocross competition. Again.

A dead man´s tale (Harrymort)

Harry was angry. No, more than angry. He huffed, his breath leaving his lips in a cloud of white smoke when it came in contact with the cold winter air as he entered the big old doors of Hogwarts, still a bit dizzy from the apparition. Transportation spells had never been his thing, and apparently not amount of practice would ever change that.

The harrymort fuck the timeline one I wrote after going to a Monet exposition bc I´m a museum sucker. Also lol with only he first lines this sounds so not like the fic it actually is (Harrymort)

Of course Hermione had heard about the exposition. There was no way she would let a one-time opportunity like this pass by. Ron had assured him this would be the last time he asked Harry to go with them to an art exposition. ´Only this time, please mate. I swear I won´t bother you again for five- no six! Six weeks!´ Those had been Ron´s exact words. And Harry, loving friend he was, had let himslef be persuaded into accompaning his bets friends on their cultural date.

The Voldemort won Au I wrote after reading that Merhur Au based on The Selection even though i have never read those books myself but #YOLO (Harrymort)

Draco was not crying. Or shaking. And he definetly was not having trouble breathing. The paper lying on the table between his father and him was harmless, and it wasn´t like he hadn´t been expecting something like this to happen.

He just had to sign. Accept. So what if his heart was seconds for brusting out of his chest or if his palms were sweating? That ment nothing.

To the Drak Lord -his godfather- surely didn´t.

The Love potion AU I started to write for @bigjellymonster that grew 8 pages long in one night (two scenes bc I can´t shut up) so I got overwhelmed and stopped (Harrymort)

“Do you want some tea?”

Harry teared his eyes away from the window when Mr Lovegood entered the room again, the tea pot already in his hands.

“I think we will just wait for Lun-”

“Oh sure! I´ve missed tea!”. Hermione send a a deadly glare at Ron but he was too focused on the boiling pot their host carried in his hands to care. He made room for the bloody lovely tea as he called it, and offerd himself to go get some cups. Mr Lovegood smiled at him but his smile, just like the rest of his actions and words since the three of them had set a foot in his house, was tense.

The strange magic AU alys and I did bc yes i wrote 4 pages of that too (Harrymort)

This is a story about two kingdoms. Side by side, but worlds apart. All along the bordermagical flowers grew: primroses bloomed between light ans shadow. They are used to make love potions...

Because, after all, everybody deserves to be loved.

Untiled Aledrian with one sided Tifón/Adrian|Andras

De todos los habitantes de Rocavarancolia a los que Tifón, ahora Señor de los Asesinos, había soñado con matar, descuartizar y dejar pudrirse al sol, el protagonista indiscutible de la mayoría de sus fantasías era sin duda Andras Sula.

As days go by (the night´s on fire) (Aledrian)

La era de los reyes arácnidos fue magnífica. También terrible, cruel y oscua, si. Pero gloriosa.

De ello podía dar fé la estatua del torreón de Margalar.

Sueños (Aledrian)

- Es una decisón probablemente permanente, ¿no?

La pregunta calló sobre los presentes como una losa de silencio. Marina notó a Héctor tensarse a su lado y le rozó la mano con las puntas de los dedos.

No te preocupes, esto ya lo he soñado.

Poesía eres tu (AKA the Bécquer is a gay ghost and falls in love with a human boy who reads his poems thing I wrote at 16. AKA how I managed to make my Catholic High School literature teacher publish and share my gay ghost historical fiction both in his personal blog and to the rest of my teachers. And asked my classmates to read. everyone read the gay.

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer sabía una cosa o dos sobre fantasmas. ¿Cómo? Preguntareís. Bueno, esa es una pegunta secilla: porque llevaba muchos, muchos años siendo uno.

The labrythin Au I tired to write to introduce myself into writing horror

Brooklyn solía decir que solo existían tres dias en todo el año: los dias fantásticos, los dias aburridos, y los dias odiosos.

Bien. Pues ese, era un dia odioso.

Pesadilla (Magnus Bane´s conception basically)

A veces la gente se pregunta se pregunta a que huele el infierno.

Muchos piensan que debe oler a quemado y azufre; esos olores que son difíciles de soportar y hacen que tu garganta se cierre y tus ojos lloren. A esos olores que se te meten por la nariz y la boca llenando cada espacio libre con su esencia. A esos olores que martillean tu cabeza hasta hacerte gritar por un poci de aire puro...

El joven matrimonio no olió nada cuando aquel demonio a pareció en su puerta.

So that´s it! I know these are not 20 but one thing you might want to know about me is that I always plot before I write. So when talking WIPs I have the plot written down and scenes but usually never the first scene. And then I have originial stuff but all that is in spanish and I think I have tortured y´all enough...

#I talk to much #my writing #have you noticed how much harrymort I actually finish like girl other fandoms exist #and how i love italics like pls chill not every sentece needs an emphasis that´s what ppl do in their heads they good

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the-lady-bryan · 5 years ago

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Harry Potter/Farscape crossover idea?

still going through my ideas/wips folders. this is in the “wtf meds” folder which means 2 things. 1 - i was fucked up on my meds when i came up with/wrote it. 2 - because of this i don’t know where the fuck the idea was going.

also, i might have already posted this somewhere so if it seems familiar, there’s your reason.

so enjoy.

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Harry had stopped believing in coincidence centuries ago.

It didn't help that he was yanked for a while back and forth through realities - though admittedly that was partly his own fault because he didn't quite anticipate the level of power his magic had risen to after the Battle of Hogwarts and the defeat of Voldemort. When he wished to be anywhere else than dealing with the press and the fans and the fame and oh Merlin damn it Ginny we're not even dating and you and your mother are picking out goddamned wedding china!

But he digresses.

His reality hopping had finally ceased and his magic had FINALLY settled down. It looked like this reality would be his permanent one provided he didn't fuck it all up again. Which he tried - he really tried because holy fucking hell some of this shit he had to deal with was absolutely insane! He'd seen Voldemort the Snake-Face but that did NOT prepare him for meeting the literal psychic bipedal lizards called the Scarans. And he'd rather not meet them again if he could help it.

To survive in this crazy universe he'd had to adapt and unfortunately that meant kill or be killed.

Harry had come to terms with the blood on his hands a long time ago.

Unfortunately it was right before he was picked up by the Peacekeepers - the military arm of a race called the Sebbacians. And that's how he ended up in prison for assassinating some asshole dictator in the middle of nowhere who, unfortunately had Peacekeeper connections roughly eight cycles - years - after the fact. He'd settled down on some other backwater planet that reminded him a lot of Earth. Well, one of the Earths he'd been to at any rate. So what if the people were slightly orange and melted shit when they screamed. He just got better at making up scream-proofing charms on the fly is all. They were called Interons or something of the sort. Didn't matter much to Harry. He'd found a place to settle down and live a quiet life for the first time in three hundred years.

And now he was being transferred from his comfortable cell on some planet to a prison ship. Oh joy of joys.

Another eighty years later....

Harry sat with his muzzle on like a good little prisoner when they came into his cell for the routine torture and supposed interrogations. How did he still look like a child after eighty years? How old was he really? Where did he come from? Who else has he murdered? Who all hired him? The usual really.

They left him alone mostly unless they transferred other prisoners off the ship and he was all that was left.

They'd killed him a few times, but they didn't realize it. He'd healed and awoken too quickly for them to notice.... But someone did. He was sure of it. He just couldn't quite figure out who...

At least until he'd been on the ship for another fifty years. That's when he felt her for the first time poking at the edges of his awareness. She called herself Moya. She was the ship. The Leviathan is what the Peacekeeper guards called her.

Harry looked up from his liquid meal, the straw still stuck in the hole of his muzzle that allowed him to drink and "eat" when he heard the guards outside his door. Curious, he silently aske Moya what was happening as a blue woman was taken past his cell. A new prisoner. A Delvian, Moya had said. Harry was just grateful the new prisoner wasn't another goddamn Hynerian. Horrible little bastards reminded him of horrifying mix of Mundungus Fletcher and Draco Malfoy. Not something he liked to imagine. But at least she should be much more pleasant company than Rygel.

He found he liked the Delvian. Her chanting was very soothing. Moya and her Pilot seemed to like it very much as well.

Harry was woken by the roars of a tenticle faced beast of a man? He thought it was a man at least... when they brought the Luxan on board. With the muzzle on though, he could hardly say anything to anyone other than Moya and Pilot. And that was only because whatever it was they did, it was similar enough to legillimency that he basically said fuck it, why not. Otherwise, he'd have gone crazy long before then.

And then... one day, he woke to sirens and the ship jarring about and oh dear heavens that's laser fire isn't it?

"Don't just sit there! Come on!" Oh it was that horrible muppet thing again. Harry just stared at him in annoyance before the blue woman ran past and it dawned on him... Oh, it's a prison break.

It didn't take long for Harry to subdue a couple of guards. With some of Moya's lovely little robots leading him around he was able to avoid most confrontations and make his way to a safe storage chamber and hunker down until the fighting was over. He quite liked the chamber, and made his opinion known to Moya and her Pilot.

Eventually when things have settled down and they've starburst away Harry is led by some DRDs to where the other escaped prisoners are. They were't really pleased to see a young man wearing a muzzle and holding a pulse rifle judging by the multiple weapons pointed at him.

"who the hell are you?!" "He was here before anyone else." "ship's manifest doesn't even have him listed." "That muzzle can't be comfortable. Here, allow me..." "Are you mad! You take that off him and he'll kill us all!"

The muzzle is taken off and the first thing Harry says for a couple of centuries is, "You, the blue one. Oh I have so much enjoyed your chanting. It helped soothe Moya and her pilot for a time. I don't... I don't quite know what had them so agitated for a while but it certainly did help them. And myself as well. I look forward to hearing more of that lovely chanting. Now can I get a decent cuppa tea? Perhaps a food packet? I'll take anything solid. I've been living on liquid nutrients for around a hundred and fifty years and I can tell you it's not a pleasant way to eat."

"You're speaking English. That's English! My translator microbes things not translating you! That is the god damn Queen's English!"

"Of course I'm speaking bloody English! I'm from bloody England you fucking yank!"

"you said fuck! Not.... You have no idea how good it is to see another human!"

"I can assume you're from Earth, Mr..."

"Crihton. John Crihton. Astronaut."

"Harry Potter. Wiz-"

"The Master of Death!" - The Hynerian.

"Well I was going to say Wizard but I suppose that works just as well."

"Peacekeeper legends claim you can kill a man with just two words. Is that true?"

"Yes. With the proper motivation at least. But I.... I turned from my calling a long time ago. I'm not exactly a man of peace or pacifism, but I just wanted to settle down and have a quiet life after all my travels and adventures."

"Wait a minute..... A wizard. Named Harry Potter. You've got to be kidding me! Next you'll be telling me you ride around chasing a little flying ball on a broomstick."

"you know about Quidditch? Tell me, Mr. Critchton, are there any wizards or witches on Earth still? What year even is this by your calendar?"

"Dear god he honestly thinks he's a wizard..."

"what did I say?"

Then a few days later, after Harry's saved Criton's life, the man finds him sitting and staring out a porthole, floating a cup in front of him with just a wiggle of his fingers with a fond smile on his face. "There's these... books. Kids books, back on Earth. My friends kid was obsessed with 'em. Got on the pre-order list at the bookstore near the base so he could get the third book the day it comes out for her birthday." "Why are you telling me this, Mr. Critchon?" "The first book is called Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. The second one that came out last year was called Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets." And at this, Harry closes his eyes and sighs. "And what was the third book to be called? Did you know?" "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Did you really kill a giant fucking snake with just a hat, a bird, and a sword?" "If I told you yes?" "What kind of world do you come from where twelve year olds are expected to know how to fight a giant fucking snake?" "It was over sixty feet long. Built like a brick shithouse. And for some reason facing off against that with a magic bird, magic hat, and a magic sword was... according to my senile headmaster, a good way to build character."

This starts a sort of ritual between the two not-the-same-earth-lings. Critchon knows all about the first two books because his friend's kid is fucking obsessed with them and so Harry gives him a first person "this is how shit went down" and "this is honestly what i was thinking at the time" and "yes, with my bare hands, i murdered a man at eleven and nobody thought to send me to a fucking therapist. It was all "here's some bloody candy, Harry. Don't ask questions. Also here's house points in return for killing a man at the tender age of 11." That should have been our first clue that Albus too many fucking names Dumbledore was crazier than goddamn Voldemort ever thought of being."

And when Critchon is captured and tortured with the aurora chair, Harry's there for him in equal measure as Zhaan. And he never asks him about it, but he's just like "Bro. I got your back. You ever need to scream at someone about it, you come to me. We can compare scary pale faced black wearning nightmare men any time." And when Harry finds out that his new best bro has a clone of Scorpius in his head, he starts teaching him occlumency techniques because he's like "even without magic, this shit is damn helpful. Oh, and if you ever find yourself kind-of posessed by the bastard - hey, don't look at me like that John I don't make the rules. This shit just happens when you've got someone else living in your head. Trust me. Remember what I told you about that fucking scar of mine? Right. So listen. You ever get posessed, you want me to, uh, off you? I mean, I don't want to. But I will if I have to. Sometimes if you die for a bit, it helps reset shit." "I'm not immortal harry! I can't just reset my brain like some fucking wizard!" "There! That anger! Hang onto that. Trust me. It'll help if you ever get posessed."

And of fucking course when he's posessed by Scorpius Harry's like "I know that's you, you fucking asshole. Let go of my best bro or I will fucking gut you like a fish." "no you won't. You kill me, your kill John." "that's right and i already had this conversation with him. I'm sure you were there for it, too. You've got 24 arns or the real you is going to get a rather nasty visitor after I forcibly rip that chip out of Johnny's head and fry your ass so nobody gets to have the wormhole tech in there. You understand me, lizard breath?"

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