#you think I can’t do this stardiamond????? I know you like the back of my hand. I know everything about you

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Since my brain is still stuck on Starbreaker fake dating au I honestly think I actually like more than fake dating is fake engagement because then you get the characters vamping when asked to come up with a proposal story

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hello hello and welcome back from academia hell!! tis lovely to see you, and I hope you're having the most wonderful of days/weeks <3 for prompts purposes, if you're interested: jace and porter attempting to do research on gods/ascension/divine rituals for the sake of The Plan? (how well this actually ends up going is of course a matter of debate)

you’ve activated my secret codes dear. Get ready for Research and Rituals, baby. They’re looking into the orphic cosmogony bc i have Issues. um. nsft and also light gore? but v v tame compared to our usual fare in this tag lmao

Jace feels Porter come up behind him and slumps backward against the wall of warmth. He knows the moan he lets out when Porter digs his thumbs into Jace’s shoulders is pornographic, and he doesn’t even care. He drops his head back against Porter’s stomach to look up at him.

“Did you know that Protogonos hatched from an egg, according to some Orphic hymns?” Porter hums, listening. “And then created all the other gods in that pantheon? Oh, yes, perfect, right there– and that some people believed there was a son of Persephone, who was raped by Zeus disguised as Hades, called Zagreus, who was torn limb from limb because Zeus– fuck, your hands, Porter– because Zeus was tricked, but Zagreus’ heart is saved and then implanted in Zeus’ thigh, and Dionysos is born from that? Fuck–” Jace cuts off with a high-pitched moan.

Porter keeps massaging, hums again, and leans down to kiss Jace on the forehead before whispering in his ear. “Sweetheart, if you’re asking to ride my thigh, you know the answer’s yes.”

Jace flails a hand backward to slap ineffectively at Porter. “No, you animal, I’m just saying, there’s about a million different ways people think people become gods, all of which are impractical. I’m getting nowhere– oh, fuck me–”

Porter bites the shell of Jace’s left ear. “Again, the answer is yes, starshine, but you can beg if you wanna.” 

Jace is torn between pulling away to make his point and collapsing further back into Porter, who’s now biting at Jace’s neck. “Stop– stop that, I’m working, or do you not– ohh, gods– do you not want to know how to actually become a god?”

Porter bites harder, worrying at the skin under Jace’s jaw. “Hmm, don’t tempt me, sweetheart. Can’t have you working without inspiration, after all. Seems to me anyways that the point is more that the story sounds good than that it makes sense.” Jace goes rigid under him, shooting straight up into Porter’s chin. “Ow, fucking hell, Stardiamond, can’t a man leave a hickey in peace around here?”

Jace slaps Porter’s shoulder. “Oh, hush, you ginormous baby. For once in your thick-headed life, I think you might be onto something.”

Porter wiggles his eyebrows. “Oh, I’ll be onto something, all right. One more smart remark and you’ll find out just how onto something I can be.”

Jace snorts despite himself, failing to disguise a laugh. “Fine, fine, keep gnawing on me, what do I care. I’ve got a hymn to write, I guess. Fuck, I hate wizards. Why do they always have to reinvent the wheel? Blood sacrifices and orgies would’ve been so much fucking simpler– oh, gods, Porter, fuck me, holy fuck–”

“Sounds like you’re a natural at the hymn thing, sweetheart. Let’s see how much more work we can get done, hm?”

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OH. MORE QUESTIONS BC THEY CAME TO MY BRAIN. do any of the tributes know each other cross district, from the years between when they originally won and the quell of the fic? (like I'm assuming that the ones from the same district know one another, but have any inter-district winner friendships formed that then come into play?) AND. favorite line and/or scene you've written so far, and favorite line and/or scene you have yet to write (but are excited about?)

oooh! oh! so technically none of the tributes know each other, bc even though i am using 75 as the year the games happen, the twist is that of haymitch's games in thg canon (double the tributes). BUT victor friendships are my favorite thing in the whole whole world to write about sooooo here are some of my fave cross-district victor dynamics in this fic anyway! jace stardiamond and halo st croix (yes i KNOW brennan said halo the paladin teacher was an older man. no i don't care; my version of halo is a younger female victor. if anyone asks halo st croix (the canon old man) is her dad. and he gave her the exact same name. don't worry about it), jace and porter (is this friendship? don't worry about it. they're weird about each other in this au too. bc it's fun for me), halo and zara sool. also i haven't written about it a lot but bill seacaster and karl cleaver won back to back and i think they're besties. tbh. honestly i need to do more with the victor friendships bc i think about them a LOT in thg canon.

honestly my favorite scenes so far are all the final showdown scenes i think? but there's also an adaine post victory scene that was one of the first scenes i wrote that feels very strong and i still really like; any time fabian interacts with cathilda is so fun to write; i've got a porter and fig scene after she wins that i really like too?

i've got a corsica and kristen scene brewing in the back of my mind i'm really excited to write, and i haven't actually written this/am not exactly sure what scenes i need, but i've been rotating riz in this au a lot in my head lately.

also for fave lines i'll put a favorite (non spoilery) line below the cut from each section just for u <33333

send me asks about spyreverse thg au!

“the other tributes aren’t the most deadly people in the games, fig. it’s everyone else. they’ll all be watching you, and good luck if you step out of line, even just a little bit. from this second on, everything you do is a performance.”

“her motions are graceful and lithe, and in what is, you are pretty sure, is one of the last things you will ever think, you think that she is beautiful in the same kind of way that a well-oiled machine is beautiful, even as she hurls a knife at your throat.”

“the expression on zara's face looks very much as though she would like to rip hercules daybreak’s throat out with her teeth.”

“a flicker of a furrow appears on hallariel's brow. it’s the closest she’s come to making a facial expression in years.”

“adaine thinks, not for the first time, that dulled barbs and sympathetic glances are the closest the two of them will ever get to love.”

“riz can see the tears burning in her eyes, and he’s vaguely aware of a burning in his own eyes, but pushes the feeling down, trying to ignore it. he has to be strong for his mom. he can’t let her last memory of him be of him crying.”