#this is from an untitled merthur fic

[sourw0lfs]

March WIP Goals

Same business, different month.

March goal is 20k words so all percentages will be multiplied by 200 once the poll ends. Any extra votes for 🦊 will go wherever I want.

🌊 what doesn’t kill you (makes you wish you were dead)

Silence stretches out in from of Steve as he stares, trying to quell thoughts of why there’s a seemingly hollowed out metal box at the bottom of the lake. None of his thoughts are connecting anywhere solid when there’s another clang through the water, but this time it’s not Steve making it. It’s coming from inside the box and fuck, he realizes with a startled shout, bubbles escaping to the surface from the breath he’s holding in his lungs. It’s an impossibility, but… He hits the box again, tapping a pattern into the metal and waiting even if he knows he needs to surface again soon. There’s an answer in the same pattern. SOS. The only Morse code Eddie Munson knows. OR: The one in which Eddie gets trapped at the bottom of Lover’s Lake for two years following Vecna and the aftermath.

💀 you’re on your own, kid

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?” Steve’s voice is little more than a frantic whisper as he tries to right himself, hands and feet scrambling under him as they slide on… he doesn’t even know what that is, but it feels disgusting under his fingers. And he wants— No, he needs to get away from it now. OR: The one where Steve gets dragged into the Upside Down instead of Barb and stays trapped there for two and a half years.

😈 dance with the devil

Considering life didn’t seem too keen on just letting him live, waking up the day after his twenty-first birthday is honestly kind of shocking to Steve. The fact that he isn’t in his own bed, or even his own house, is less shocking.

🍽️ we made quite a mess, babe

Summary and fic link coming March 20 2024, ST RBB project

👻 in the nick of time

Summary and fic link coming March 13 2024, ST RBB project, nearly completed. Any unused words will be allocated to other projects.

🐲untitled Merthur fic

After Camlann BB entry with @kokoshka67

✨untitled Steddie fic

Steddie BB entry

[closetsof-backlogged-dreams]

LIL LADIES (bc i pretty much exclusively write oneshots, except for my one (1) unnamed long fic lol) (i have just now discovered my love for parenthesis btw)

5 times they didn't talk about it (and the 1 time they did)

i hate everything about you (so why do i love you?)

look through me like i'm glass (and break off my worst parts)

the untitled merthur soulmate au fic ive been working on with @arathenerd for the past couple of months:) progress is slow lmao

Graveyard of Abandoned Ideas (and why they were abandoned)

I Should Hate You (left the fandom and the fic was cringe anyways)

that random fic where i mixed together kotlc and percy jackson from like. five years ago. (it mostly devolved into the pjo characters just interacting with the kotlc characters bc i thought it was funny. also, cringe.)

that also random carry on/snowbaz fic i brewed up last year (i just... never started it lmao)

that OTHER random rwrb/firstprince fic i ALSO brewed up last year (and again, just never started it)

like ten tratie fics i started and never finished when i was like 12 lmao (i phsyically couldn't finish a writing piece) (...i say as if i can now)

i don't rly got much else lmao. no-pressure, random tags:

@flight-of-fantasy @27fanficlilies

WIP Game🤟

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you and ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Look, no one tagged me in this I just really wanted to join because I’m bored and want to post about my fics. These are all marauders fics, yes I am obsessed. Three categories based on my folder names:

BIG BOIS (some of these already have chapters posted and linked in my pinned post)

is it everything your heart desired?

although i am broken, my heart is unchanged still

A Blender Filled with Galaxies, Time, and Gay Time Travel Angst—OH SHIT I FORGOT THE LID BEFORE I HIT BLEND

Graveyard of Abandoned Ideas

Queen and Wolfstar: A Depressing Musical Tale

Oh God Shippy’s Venting Again

Masks

Detective Padfoot

Artist Sirius

Writing in Purgatory

you make me feel like a fool

What A Creep

Polygraph

peter and james

Now That’s What I Call Family Issues (Finger Guns)

Camp Halfblood/Marauders

A Tree In The Shadows

I’m going to tag @spikybanana and @romanticeulogizingelegies since I know for sure that you both have some writing projects, open tags for anyone else who wants to join

[lesya-writes]

ch. 3 excerpt

Merlin’s life as Arthur’s manservant was never boring, at the very least.

But not being boring wasn’t exactly a point in its favor. For all that his life lacked in boredom, it made up for with tiring chores, an assortment of errands, having fruit thrown at him, and of course, yelling. There was lots of yelling, of his name specifically, though it wasn’t the “good kind”, as Will would put it.

Merlin thought that that would be the end of it, but he should’ve known things would never resolve to be easy for him.

Arthur had dragged him out at the ass crack of dawn onto a field outside the city to train. The training, however, seemed to consist of wailing on Merlin with various weapons while Merlin tried his best not to die. He’d fallen over many times and he had assumed armor was supposed to provide some sort of protection, but it only made it hurt more when he hit the ground.

“Come on Merlin, up and at ‘em.”

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?”

“Because, Merlin, if you’d been paying any attention whatsoever, you would’ve known that Camelot is hosting a tournament.”

“A tournament? I’ve heard of those. It’s where a bunch of men hit each other with sticks, right?”

Arthur rolled his eyes. Merlin didn’t see it, as he was currently on the ground with a helm covering his face, but he could certainly feel it. Arthur, Merlin had observed, had a fascinating skill of being able to project his emotions outward so they could be felt by all. Or maybe that’s just me?

“No, Merlin. It’s where knights prove their valor through combat. I don’t expect a country bumpkin like you to understand, but you could show a bit of respect.”

Merlin snorted.

“That’s what I thought,” Arthur said drily. Merlin sat up and took off his helm, then squinted up at the sky. The sun was up high, signaling the coming end of the morning. Merlin tried to get up, but his body had other thoughts.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “I won’t be able to move for a week.”

“Stop complaining. You sound like an old man.”

Merlin groaned again.

“You’ll be fine!” Arthur said, exasperated and commanding, as if he could force Merlin to be well simply through his power of will alone. He could do that, Merlin thought. If he had magic, that is.

But, since he did not, Merlin remained a sad groaning heap on the ground.

“Arthur,” he said pitifully. “Go on. Go on ahead without me. Leave me here, to die with dignity.”

“I don’t think I can do that, since you don’t have much dignity to speak of. I’ll gladly leave you here to mope, though. I wouldn’t want such negative energies to pollute the castle and my chambers.”

“Negative. Energies,” Merlin said this slowly, like he was trying the words out, seeing how they felt and tasted. The words felt as foreign in his mouth and they felt coming out of Arthur’s; they clearly didn’t belong to him.

“Just something I heard Morgana talk about. Well, ‘talk about’ is being generous. She was making fun of Lady Ana. Apparently she heard from some learned man that one must clean their rooms by filling them with flower petals. It’s meant to get rid of negative energies. Whatever that means.”

Merlin stared up at him.

“Right.”

He decided he was done whinging and somehow managed to get up despite his aching muscles and the weight of the armor pulling him down. Arthur ordered him to pick everything up and follow him. Merlin struggled, to put it lightly, but somehow managed all the metal and shields (with no help from that sodding bastard) and ran after the prince.

Once they’d made it to the armory, Merlin was glad to drop everything. He heaved a deep breath, trying to discover how he’d made it all the way here without dropping dead.

Arthur moved towards him and proceeded to undo the straps holding the armor together. Merlin would’ve been startled, if he was capable of feeling such a thing at the moment.

“Why couldn’t you train on the field? You know, with the rest of the knights? Who are knights and know how to fight, unlike me?”

“I can’t be going around showing them my skills now, can I?” Arthur asked in a low voice, brow raised.

“So you hide? A bit cowardly, isn’t it?” Merlin asked just to see Arthur bristle. Merlin was not disappointed.

“I’m not scared.”

“No?”

“No. I’m merely using every advantage possible to secure a victory. Something I’m sure you would know nothing about, seeing as you’ve never been to battle.”

“But this isn’t a battle. This is a mock-fight between two people.”

“True. But the principle still stands. You can’t show your hand to the enemy. And for this tournament, every opponent is an enemy, a false one, but an enemy nonetheless.”

Merlin hummed. “I suppose that makes sense. After all, if you can’t win fair and square…”

“I can very much win fair and square!” With that, the last piece of armor fell, metal on stone deafening the silent armory with a loud clanging sound.

“I suppose we’ll see,” Merlin replied with a smirk and before Arthur could give any order, Merlin rushed out, running back to Gaius. He needed to wash up and he had bruises that needed tending. He supposed Arthur would just have to find him there, though Merlin preferred it if he didn’t.

[ivorydice]

WIP Tag Game

I got tagged by @amiyade, thank you!! ✨💖 I’ve seen the rules going around somewhere and it's something like post a list of your current writing projects. Followers are free to ask for more info on any of them, like which characters feature, snippets, extra details, etc. Remember how I said I'm trying to take it easy on myself and not drown myself in WIPs since I'm getting back into actually being productive ahahahahaha yeaaaah *drowns self in WIPs* SO, not a complete list of WIPs, but some things I'm currently focusing on the most. I think I’ve mentioned like most of them anyway lol, BUT HERE WE ARE: 1. The Memory of You (FFXV) -- honestly, this is probably my favouritest fic of mine, which is dumb I know since you'd think I'd have finished it then lol. For those who don't know, Noct and Ardyn are physically de-aged into children (around 7 and 10 years old) by a daemon and are trapped on their own in Cleigne. They have to work together to travel across the country to Hammerhead, where Noct's friends are, but, of course, there are a few hiccups along the way. Enemies-to-friends, Ardyn!redemption, an adventure fic with some cute things, some angsty things and some scary things. MUCH FRIENDSHIP. It now has a playlist on spotify which just makes me feel things instead of write things lmao. I love this fic okay shhhhhhhhh. 2. [title redacted] (FFXV) -- a hurt!Noct body horror fic. After a daemon hunt goes wrong, and after having a strange sudden fever, Noctis begins to descend into “madness”. Nightmares, paranoia, hallucinations, the lot. His friends are majorly concerned about his mental state, but Noctis is convinced there's something more to it. If this fic had a soundtrack it’d be like all synthwave and shit, and yes of course that’s an important detail lmaooo 3. nemo (FFXV) -- daemonised-imperial-weapon!Noct. Pre-game, canon divergence and all that. Noctis has been transformed and brainwashed into killing for the empire, he's seen as a feral beast and a mindless killing machine, Ardyn is a little too obsessed with him, and there's a secret plot to rescue and bring Noctis back home. 4. Conceal (working title) (FFXV) -- a simple one-shot of bros taking care of Noctis, who has been poisoned and has a fever, basically because I wanted more warm and concerned Gladio lmao. Basically just a caretaking fic. 5. What the Shadows Hide (working title) (Merlin) -- an assassin is loose in Camelot and Arthur has been cursed to lose each of his senses one by one. Featuring a lot of angst on Arthur's part as he struggles to cope with becoming far too physically vulnerable for his liking, and awesome-servant!Merlin who tries his best to help. 6. untitled Merlin/Mordred (Merlin) -- listen Merthur is my otp, and this fic is just in the planning/daydreaming stages, but I am SO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED in this fic idea for some reason and I just need to acknowledge that it exists okay, basically S5 AU where Merlin decides to give Mordred a chance, tells Mordred about his fated role in Arthur's death, and then it's a long journey of becoming friends and then more, which Merlin struggles with because it feels like a betrayal to Arthur and Mordred is like STFU you’re dumb and we're both loyal to him. Anyway basically: good!Mordred, enemies-to friends-to lovers, secret relationship, two sneaky adorable sorcerers trying their best to protect their king and each other ANYWAY I think I'll stop there lol because we'll be here forever. I have a ton of Merlin ideas written down but I’m not actively working on them yet, there are a couple of new FFXV ideas that I've kept off this list because the subjects are heavy, and my Supernatural ideas are currently all variations of Sam recovering from Hell trauma (except the big Silent Hill inspired fic which consists of powerful psychic Sam AND hell trauma). ANYWAAAAAAAAAAAAY. I’m gonna gently tag @breakfastteatime @deducitetemporacarmen @kaelinaloveslomaris @every-lemon @glaivenoct @marmolita but no pressure. Anyone else wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!

[ladyaj-13]

WIP tag

@ronniebox tagged me in this - thank you tee! Got a lot of good stories coming from everyone by the looks of things :D

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was amused to receive this tag because my WIP list is absolutely huge and my naming convention is extremely lazy. So we start off with five just called 'untitled document'. Why do I do it to myself? I have to click in and out of them all, and I can never find what I'm looking for. After that, we have:

Merthur bed share

Disaster trio 5 - Stepping Out

Emmeline

Postcards

Snowy Morning

Moments (this is actually my fic Tread Carefully, I never renamed the file)

Sunny Morning

Disaster - house/baby/Win

Ealdor

Disaster - feminism Joan

Disaster 6 (what is even going on? I've definitely got my numbers confused)

Q in the Vents

Magical Realism 2

Uncommon People

Find me in the Shadows

Magical Realism 3?

Magical Realism 4

Too Late for Apologies

Wyoming

Jarse hair

GF

I'm gonna stop there, although I've actually cut out a lot of smaller snippets, some fandoms I've since left and don't plan to return to, and yet more 'untitled documents'! I'm definitely not tagging 21 people, so we'll start with @robinfai @gingerpop42 @hekate1308 but also consider this open to you if you haven't been tagged and want to give it a go!

[huniths-muse]

Okay... Here goes

BBC The Fall

Healing - Stella/Tom

BBC Merlin

Heirs of Albion Series - Destinies Are Troublesome Things (If it's with the beta, it still counts as a WIP, right?)

As yet untitled Percival/Leon fic for Merlin Bingo

As yet untitled merthur fic for Merlin Bingo - Arthur's POV of a scene from HoA Destinies

Tagging whoever wants to play.

WIP Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @eatingcroutons, thank you!!!

wolf & bat / dark moon rising

pearl necklace

sweet song of freedom

earrings

‘til death do us part

don’t look at this one come hell or high water

murder is an art

& tagging: @swanfloatieknight @dapandapod @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @lauvemsomhelst @goofgoofdildo @karolincki @vossn

[sourw0lfs]

WIP Weekend

1. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

2. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs: 

💀you’re on your own, kid ch 7 (pre-steddie) 😈 dance with the devil part 18 (steddie) 🐲untitled Merthur fic (after camlann bb) 🏥untitled Steddie fic (steddie bb) ☀️ a stranger summer entries

Snippet from 😈 below the cut!

Between cleaning up Steve’s crime scenes again and then chasing Steve through town, Eddie feels exhausted in a bone-deep way he hasn’t experienced in years. He just wants to lay down and sleep for the next three days, but while he can feel exhaustion, sleeping it off is apparently a perk his new form doesn’t get. Instead he finds himself achy and wide awake while he keeps an eye on Steve as he sleeps.

He files the discovery away to complain to Joyce about if he gets back to her sometime in the near future.

[thedaughterofkings]

First Line Meme

Rules

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether).

See if there are any patterns.

Then, tag your favorite authors.

I got tagged by @clotpolesonly​, thank you!

I’m going to start with three fics that haven’t been published yet, but hopefully will be soon, so no links for those yet, sorry!

Marking ceremonies are supposed to be just that: ceremonies. Fully Grown (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

Stiles gets the idea as soon as Peter appears back on the scene - alive and smirking. The Resurrection Fic (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

Merlin catches the first glance of him through a crowded room. Merlin Reverse Bang Fic (Merlin, Merthur)

“Prongs, Prongs, Prongs!!!” untitled Marauders Ficlet (Harry Potter, James/Sirius/Remus if you squint a little)

Stiles has looked better. Soldier!Boyd christmas fic (Teen Wolf, Stoyd)

Sirius is hiding. another untitled Marauders Ficlet (Harry Potter, Prongsfoot, that is James/Sirius)

Stiles is late. Supreme technique (Teen Wolf, Stisaac)

Halloween sort of loses its appeal once you know what really goes bump in the night. To kiss or not to kiss (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

Stiles doesn’t remember why he thought this would be a good idea. Shining through (Teen Wolf, Stoyd)

When Stiles comes home from college there’s a wolf in his bed. Soft again (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

Stiles had grown up with the story. Rose and Thorn (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

Thursday night there’s a disturbance in the force. A Disturbance in the Force (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

Stiles has grown up to be a total bamf, okay? Sparks fly (Teen Wolf, Sterek)

“What have you done?” Words and Deeds (Teen Wolf, Stoyd)

Leonard isn’t the type to have a snowball fight. untitled snowball fight ficlet (Star Trek, McKirk)

Jim Kirk is waving at him. Handsome Strangers (Star Trek, McKirk)

It is in the second year of Arthur’s reign that Merlin decides to leave Camelot for good. The first year is busy beyond even Merlin’s imagination - Camelot accepts her new King immediately, but the surrounding kingdoms underestimate Arthur and attack at first chance. Homebound (Merlin, Merthur) (two sentences because the first one isn’t actually mine but the prompt)

Scott, Stiles, and Allison’s wedding ceremony is the most over-the-top thing Isaac has ever seen in his life. No strings attached (Teen Wolf, Disaac with a side of Stiles/Scott/Allison wedding)

Stiles has been dancing ballet for about fifteen years now - since he was ten years old, a little older than most. Pas de Deux (Teen Wolf, Stoyd)

“Move! You need to move quicker, Merlin!” untitled sparring ficlet (Merlin, Merthur)

Alright, patterns! :DD

Length: On average, my first sentence is 9.8 words long, which is pretty exactly the same length as it was last time I did this (see here), so my first lines still tend to be on the shorter side. This time the longest first sentence was 21 words long (Pas de Deux) and the shortest was again 3 words long (several times, eg Supreme technique). This means there is no huge outlier this time.

First Word: 13 of 20 first words are names, that is 65%, slightly up from last times 40%. Of those 13 names, 10 are the name of the main/pov character, so in 50% of the cases I start my fic with the name of my main character. There’s definitely a pattern discernible there!

Direct Speech: Only three of the 20 sentences are direct speech, one down from last time, so I don’t seem to particularly care for direct speech as a fic starter.

General Observances: Generally, my first sentences are less expository and more “throw the reader right into cold water and expect them to swim”. The few cases of direct speech are of course the most extreme examples of that particular pattern. There might be a slight tendency for longer fics to start with more expository first sentences (see for example Homebound or Pas de Deux) while the shorter fics tend to start right in the middle of the story with shorter first sentences (see for example: Stiles is late. Supreme technique). But I’m not sure that this pattern would still hold up when analysing a larger sample, so that’s a very tentative hypothesis! All in all, I think my tl;dr from last time still stands:

tl;dr: My first sentences tend to be short and throw the reader right into the story!

I tag: @bleep0bleep, @coffeeinallcaps, @trilliath, @pale-silver-comb and any author that wants to do this!

[sourw0lfs]

May Word Goals

💀 you’re on your own, kid (6/? chapters, 14.1k)

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?” Steve’s voice is little more than a frantic whisper as he tries to right himself, hands and feet scrambling under him as they slide on… he doesn’t even know what that is, but it feels disgusting under his fingers. And he wants— No, he needs to get away from it now. OR: The one where Steve gets dragged into the Upside Down instead of Barb and stays trapped there for two and a half years.

😈 dance with the devil (2/? chapters, 7.6k)

The apartment is quiet around him, the only sound is the rush in his ears from the growing hangover, but it’s not so big he can’t find the owner. When he finally does, Steve actually throws up. If it weren’t for the smallest sliver of still clean blond hair amidst the sea of blood-clump strands, Steve wouldn’t even believe that the mangled corpse in front of him is the same guy as the night before. What the fuck happened? OR: The one where Steve turns 21 and his life turns upside down in the worst ways, complete with gaining the most obnoxious guardian angel known to man.

🐲untitled Merthur fic (5k/25k)

Super duper top secret fic for the After Camlann Big Bang

🏥untitled Steddie fic (3.9k/25k)

Super duper top secret fic for the Steddie Bang

[sourw0lfs]

WIP Weekend

1. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

2. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs: 

💀you’re on your own, kid ch 7 (pre-steddie) 😈 dance with the devil part 16 (steddie) 🐲untitled Merthur fic (after camlann bb) 🏥untitled Steddie fic (steddie bb) ☀️ a stranger summer entries

Snippet for 💀under the cut (even if it's technically for the companion fic instead)

The first time the high school calls, Margaret Harrington writes it off. There’s no reason for her or Richard to rush home for one missed day. When they call again the next day, she doesn’t worry either. But this time she does place a call to her home, leaving a scathing message on the machine for her apparently delinquent son.

[sourw0lfs]

WIP Weekend

1. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

2. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs: 

🌊 what doesn’t kill you (makes you wish you were dead) ch 16 (steddie) 💀you’re on your own, kid ch 7 (pre-steddie) 😈 dance with the devil part 15 (steddie) 🐲untitled Merthur fic (after camlann bb) 🏥untitled Steddie fic (steddie bb)

No snippet because all of the ones that aren't super secret got updated yesterday and I haven't written new words for them yet.

[sourw0lfs]

WIP Weekend

1. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

2. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs: 

🌊 what doesn’t kill you (makes you wish you were dead) ch 15 (steddie) 💀you’re on your own, kid ch 6 (pre-steddie) 😈 dance with the devil part 14 (steddie) 🐲untitled Merthur fic (after camlann bb) 🏥untitled Steddie fic (steddie bb)

Snippet from💀 below the cut!

When Steve wakes up from his nap, he’s still no closer to thinking of a name than he was before. But he does feel better, waking up and seeing that the creature is still safely nestled in its new home. It’s not much, but it beats waking up alone again.

“You hungry?” he asks the creature as he stretches his arms over his head.

The chirp he gets in response sounds affirmative enough, so Steve digs through his food and finds some more strips of jerky that he opens and tosses into the nest before getting something for himself as well. “Glad you like eating shoe leather,” he tells it as they both have what he’s deeming as breakfast despite not knowing what time of day it actually is.

His only response is a grumbling growl as the creature munches away.

[sourw0lfs]

WIP Weekend

1. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

2. After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

My WIPs: 

🌊 what doesn’t kill you (makes you wish you were dead) ch 15 (steddie) 💀you’re on your own, kid ch 6 (pre-steddie) 😈 dance with the devil part 14 (steddie) 🍽️ we made quite a mess, babe (steddie, buckingham) 🐲untitled Merthur fic (acbb) ✨untitled Steddie fic (steddie bang)

No snippet because my writing progress has been garbage this month.

[camxlots-retxrn]

oo how fun, thank you for the tag! this is @powered-by-notes, but since it’s Merlin Related™️ I’m putting it here on my merlin side blog

this is from a little untitled Merlin fic I loved & abandoned far longer ago than I’d like to admit three months. It’s an extension of that scene where Arthur and Merlin happen upon a supposed witch’s execution, and Arthur demands it be stopped. Said extension includes Distraught Merlin™️ & merthur & the witch being executed (Wilhelmina) is wlw with a lovely girlfriend (Lora). It’s 4K words & I’m unsure if I’ll finish it, but I might just drop the WIP by itself if anyone wants it tbh (tho if anyone is that interested I might be motivated to actually finish it!)

Anyway, not sure if this counts as one line but they go together so I felt like I should include Merlin’s bit

“Right. Yes,” Merlin said quickly, taking the bowl just as fast. “Thank you, my lord.”

“Don’t mention it,” Arthur added, a bit uncomfortable.

I honestly don’t have any mutuals that I know for certain write, so I’ll just leave this open to any writer who happens upon it! (I do love @starferns writing challenge, though, so perhaps if you’re interested?)

Rules: post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

I was tagged by @amandagaelic - thank you! ❤️

From my in-process Merlin fic, "The Power of Three":

He went to his father, but his mind stayed on his servant. 

That's 12 words, and I'm tagging 12 people! 😊 Like @amandagaelic said in their post, if you don't have anything in the works, consider this merely a hi, how are ya wave from me. :)

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[lesya-writes]

untitled merthur fic excerpt

“Should I be insulted?”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “That was meant to be a compliment.”

“Well, it was a bad one.”

“There’s just no pleasing you, is there.”

Merlin gave pause and a small smirk made its way on to his face.

“There is one way to please me.”

Arthur swallowed.

“And how is that?” he heard himself ask. He cleared his throat.

“A day off?” Merlin said, but it came out as a question. He had a naïve look of pure hope on his face that Arthur would gladly be rid of. He snorted.

“Not in this lifetime,” he replied with a smirk of his own.

Merlin’s face crumpled and he grumbled something under his breath. He gave Arthur a most spectacular stink eye.

“You know, one of these days I’ll run away. Join a monastery.”

“And what’re you going to do there?”

“I dunno, be a monk?”

“You wouldn’t last a day.”

“It’s probably nice, in a monastery. Just. Writing, reading, farming…”

“All while surrounded by men. Once you’re a monk, girls aren’t allowed anymore.”

Merlin rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, yes, I didn’t know. Besides, what does it matter? It’s not like I get around with girls here all that much, either. I might as well be a monk, I’m so busy doing your chores.”

“My chores?”

Merlin had the gall to smile.

“My chores are mine and yours are yours! And clearly you’re not busy enough if you have time to complain.”

“Don’t worry, Arthur,” he said, trying to be as solemn as possible. Arthur’s expression turned confused, clearly puzzled over the shift in mood. “I won’t actually run away. I know how much you’d miss me.”

Arthur’s eyes went wide as saucers.

“Miss you? Me?”

“And if I’m gone, who will be left to do your chores for you?”

“You do not-” Arthur paused a took a deep breath. Merlin wasn’t sure if he was trying to calm himself, or gather enough air to properly yell at him.

His face soured all of a sudden. “George.”

“George. And, no offense meant, but I don’t think he’s as lovely company as me.”

“I wouldn’t call your company ‘lovely’, either.”

“But you would. Miss me, that is. Come on, admit it.” As Merlin said that he hit Arthur’s chest with the back of his hand. It was light, but Arthur still looked indignant. Merlin took his hand away, holding it behind himself as if it would hide his offense.

Arthur heaved a deep sigh, gathered himself, then looked into Merlin’s eyes.

“I would miss you, if you ever left,” he said with all the sincerity he could muster.

Merlin blinked a few times, his throat moved like he’d swallowed. When he started teasing, he hadn’t actually expected Arthur to go along and be so serious. He expected the usual jab and shoulder pat and then he’d be on his merry way.

Arthur’s mouth broke out into a smile.

“There, are you happy now? You should sleep well tonight knowing I fulfilled your deepest, darkest fantasy.”

Merlin coughed. That was certainly an interesting word choice.

“That is not my fantasy,” he replied flatly. He wouldn’t be outwardly irritated, he wouldn’t give in so easily. “Certainly not my deepest or darkest, either.”

“No? Then what is it? Do you want me to tell you you’re my bestest friend in the whole world?”

“‘Bestest’ isn’t a word.”

Arthur raised a brow, eerily reminiscent of Gaius.

“No. That’s not a part of my fantasy either.”

“Then what is it?” Arthur asked, already huffing in frustration, but still wanting to know.

“To ride a dragon.”

Silence.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“You. Want to ride. A dragon.”

“Yep,” Merlin said, mouth quivering. Arthur observed him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Merlin could only take so much of that before he burst, his laughter filling Arthur’s chambers.

“That is such a lie!”

“No it isn’t, I promise!” Merlin somehow got out in between his laughter. It was infectious and Arthur was not immune, so he ended laughing with him, even though he wasn’t entirely sure what they were laughing about.

“Only you, Merlin,” Arthur said, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Truly, wonders never cease when you’re around.”

“I’m glad I can provide some entertainment.”

“You know, perhaps you should get a change of occupation,” Arthur said, as if this was an entirely novel thread of conversation. Merlin knew exactly where this was going.

“I can’t be funny on demand! It just sort of comes to me. You know, naturally, like my m-” and there he stopped, mouth shutting up quicker than an arrow letting loose from a crossbow.

“Like what?” Arthur asked, eyebrow raised and a smirk in place.

“Oh! You know, um. Anyway, I think Gaius is calling for me. You know how he gets! Bye!”

He turned to leave, ducking from under Arthur’s arm, but the man simply grabbed him by the back of his jacket. Anticipating this, as he’s already experienced this maneuver, Merlin simply shrugged out of his jacket and ran.

[thedaughterofkings]

I got tagged by @clotpolesonly, thank you :D

Total 2016 Word Count: 35.672 Total 2016 Hits: 27.788 Other 2016 AO3 Stats: comment threads: 91 bookmarks: 585 subscriptions (works and user): 100 kudos: 3.010

Total 2015 Word Count: 15.711 Total 2015 Hits: 4.002 Other 2015 AO3 Stats: comment threads: 19 bookmarks: 73 subscriptions: 67 kudos: 428

Total 2014 Word Count: 18.598 Total 2014 Hits: 17.008 Other 2014 AO3 Stats: comment threads: 35 bookmarks: 127 subscriptions: 130 kudos: 1037

Links and titles to 2016 works (tumblr and AO3)

‘Tis the season (Teen Wolf, Stoyd, 1.272 words)

Pigtails (Teen Wolf, Stackson, 14.880 words, on AO3)

sun, sun, sun, here it comes (Teen Wolf, Malira, 734 words)

Snark, Scarves, and Innuendo (Teen Wolf, Stisaac, 1.128 words)

untitled (Merlin, Merthur, 328 words)

Pas de Deux (Teen Wolf, Stoyd, 4.430 words)

No strings attached (Teen Wolf, Disaac, 1.278 words)

Homebound (Merlin, Merthur, 12.356 words, on AO3)

Handsome Strangers (Star Trek, McKirk, 942 words)

untitled (Star Trek, McKirk, 898 words)

words and deeds (Teen Wolf, Stoyd, 1.505 words)

Sparks fly (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 1.692 words)

A disturbance in the force (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 1.993 words)

Rose and Thorn (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 2.117 words)

soft again (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 610 words)

shining through (Teen Wolf, Stoyd, 1.839)

to kiss or not to kiss (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 1.374 words)

Supreme Technique (Teen Wolf, Stisaac, 1.456 words)

Untitled (Harry Potter, Marauders Era, Prongsfoot (James/Sirius), 640 words)

Untitled (Teen Wolf, Stoyd, 1.561 words)

Plus old tumblr fics that the wonderful @ohfuckthisshit beta-read and prettified (thank youuuuu, Larissa <3) and that got posted to ao3 in 2016 (all Sterek):

Peaches (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 2.037 words)

Jet Black Camaro (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 3.080 words)

Coffee Catch (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 1.334 words)

Of dogs and deer darcy (Teen Wolf, Sterek, 1.985 words)

And lastly a shoutout to the two fics that I’ve written a lot for during the last year but that are not yet finished and so haven’t been posted yet: Fully grown (standing at ten chapters and 25k right now) and the yet to be properly titled Resurrection fic (10k, one resurrection down, two more to go, accidentally became and accidental bond fic, let’s see where else this fic will take me^^)

Favourite Fic: mmmhmmm I like a lot of the fics I wrote this year! Pigtails is definitely one of my favourites; it was a lot of fun to write and I’ve been really happy with the response it has gotten. I also love Pas de Deux; I love writing Stoyd and when it’s Stoyd and ballet, really, what’s not to love? Homebound is another favourite, my first proper Merlin fic (apart from a couple of ficlets) and I really love how it turned out! It was fun to work through a few issues I have with the show (in a very loving way obviously^^). Sterek-wise I like all of the fics I wrote for Sterekweek, with Rose and Thorn emerging as a slight favourite, because FAIRY TALE RETELLINGS!

Hardest Fic: Probably Pigtails because when I first got that prompt (which was for my kiss meme) my first thought was “how the hell am I going to make those two kiss?” (my life had obviously been sadly lacking in Stackson so far) and this whole fic is my attempt at bringing those two to a place where they can kiss!

Homebound was also hard in the respect that the first part of the fic is dedicated to pulling Merlin and Arthur apart and figuring out how to do that without making either of them the one solely at fault (which does not for a good relationship basis make) and how to bring them together in a way that (somewhat) solved the issues that pulled them apart took some effort.

In the case of both fics the length also was an issue - they are the two longest fics that I have written and finished so far (there are several wips that are longer, but that I obviously haven’t managed to actually bring to an end yet) and given that most of my fics are somewhere between a couple hundred and a couple thousand words (with most between 1k and 2k) actually making the plot stretch over that length (but also ENDING it eventually) was a new experience in a way.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2017? 

Sure! I apologise in advance, though, because I don’t know when I’ll manage to fill your prompt (or whether I’ll manage it at all)!

What was the best thing about 2016?

Breaking former fic length limits probably! It proved to myself that I can write longer stories, which was a good feeling^^

And really, every single comment I got on any fic!

What was the worst thing about 2016?

No time! This was the year of exams, that is very final, the only thing deciding my graduating mark uni exams, so my fic writing time has been very limited. And finding time, inspiration, and motivation all at once was often very hard.

Goals for 2017: WRITE!! That’s really my main goal, write, write, write, write more, both when it comes to just words on a page in general and with respect to a single fic - I’d like to see whether I can write a fic that’s longer than 50k.

I’d also like to participate more in fandom stuff like fests - on that note: should I sign up for the Merlin Reverse Big Bang???

I already also have some concrete plans for fics I want to write:

The most immediate plan is to finish the Resurrection fic and then to finally finish Fully grown!

I’ve got somewhat clearly laid out plans for two sequels to Pigtails and for a sequel to Fully grown that I’d like to write and there’s a couple of prompts in my inbox that I’ve got ideas for a few shorter fics for. I’ve been daydreaming about an arranged marriage royalty AU Stoyd fic for quite some time now that I think could be a lot of fun to write. I want to write more Merlin fic and I’ve actually got a few concrete ideas for Drarry fics!! And as always, there’s the “there were two nogitsunes (that is Stiles and Allison)” fic that I’m GOING TO WRITE ONE DAY.

But really, the most important goal is to write more, write more regularly, and to finish more fics!

I tag any writer that follows me that wants to do this!