#rinwrites

[shadesofdeviant]

Potential Good Omens AU's

I mentioned the other day I was in the mood to write some form of Human!AU or other-Fantasy!AU.

I've come up with a few ideas, but thought I might see what everyone else thinks.

Any preferences from the list?

Animal Shelter/Veterinarian AU

Aziraphale volunteers at the local animal shelter, helping to take care of the animals and shower them with love. Thats the only reason he does it. It has nothing to do with the slightly grumpy Vet in sunglasses who turns up to regularly check the animals, who supposedly hates the world, yet Aziraphale once caught baby talking to a kitten and instantly was just as smitten with. Not at all.

Daemon AU

Based on His Dark Materials. Aziraphale and Crowley are constantly circling round each other, tentatively flirting and pining and backing off. Their Daemon's on the other hand have had enough and will force them to interact before they die from embarrassment. (Not quite plotted exactly)

Hospital AU

Crowley is a Paediatrics nurse who works in the children's side of the emergency department, who always makes the kids smile and tends to put the fear of Crowley into idiotic lazy parents. Aziraphale is the head of the administration team running the emergency room who doesn't take too kindly to anyone who dares to get shout-y with the nurses in his presence.

Imaginary Friend AU

Growing up as the youngest of a large sibling group and the odd one out, Aziraphale was often left alone with his thoughts and his books. But he was never truly alone, he had his imaginary friend Crowley with him, who always kept him company, made him smile and gave him the confidence boost he needed to survive his childhood. Yet as Aziraphale reaches adulthood, Crowley is still around despite Aziraphale's assumptions he would grow out of him. After all Crowley was just an imaginary friend...wasn't he?

Treasure Hunters AU

Most people write off Aziraphale as any kind of treasure hunter for his soft looks and bookish ways, but there's yet to be a hidden or lost city Aziraphale has failed to find, yet to be a mystery he has failed to solve. Joined on his adventures by his rather eccentric scientist friend Crowley who has little patience for preserving delicate heirlooms and...No Crowley, you can't use dynamite on a centuries old ruin!

Or....if you have perhaps any other ideas?

#rinwrites #Good Omens #Aziraphale #Crowley #Ineffable Husbands #Ineffable Spouses #Aziracrow #I'll probably write most of these? If anyones interested in them #But i'm more curious what people would want first

[aki40-7]

Sometimes I randomly remember things I've written and give myself a little pat on the back

#“rin it's just one line” ITS A GOOD LINE. I WAS SO REAL FOR THIS ONE #rinwrites #i may post snippets of this shit i like. sometimes i'm good at writing

[tobe-calm]

dedication: adlin j. m.

you're my biggest source of inspiration, i love you. for all that you are, i love you.

prompt: "hey babe, i'm heading out with my girl friend to get our hearts broken. i'll be home soon."

you applied the last stroke of your lip balm before collecting your shoulder bag and headed out your room.

clumsily, you put on your slides while sending off a text to your husband.

"hey babe, i'm heading out with my girl friend to get our hearts broken. i'll be home soon."

grabbing your keys, you went out.

it was a short drive to your best friend's and by the time you reached her house, she was already waiting for you by the main street - ready to hop in as soon as you came to a halt.

"hey girl, thanks for picking me up!" your best friend exclaimed, reaching over the mid console to give you a hug.

you returned her gesture, laughing but wrapping your arms around her nonetheless. "its no problem, we gotta hurry though." you released her and started to drive off.

while the two of you were busy spilling and laughing on latest /teas/ around your lives with music blaring through the stereo, your phone rang.

your conversations paused and so did the music.

"who is it?" your best friend asked, taking a peek at your phone.

"it's the husbando." you replied softly, your ringtone now blaring through the stereo's system.

"ooh, what does he want? pick it up!" your best friend gushed on.

as you kept your eyes trained on the road ahead, you touched the answer button on the stereo screen.

"hey babe, what's up? i'm driving." you answered first.

"hey honey, are you meeting up with your friend?" he asked. you turn to look at your best friend, whose face had turned red from the interactions between you and your husband.

"yeah, i'm with her now." you gave a small laugh, at her reaction.

"alright then, be safe okay? i'm going to head in for surgery and it'll probably take about 4 hours till i'm done," he informed.

you imagined him in a scrub suit, scrubbing in for surgery, and donned in protective gears as he focused on the surgery in front of him. it made you blush and your heart racing by a tad bit.

you were surprised at the news. he didn't mention that he had any surgery planned in his schedule today.

"an emergency?" you asked.

"nah, i'm stepping in for a friend who's away for a conference," he explained.

"don't worry, i know what i'm doing and i'll be safe."

you smiled, instantaneously feeling comforted that he knew the exact ways to reassure you.

"i'm sure you'll do well. please do be safe and take extra precautions, yeah?"

"i will honey, i love you." he sang.

you turned to look over at your best friend, all giggling. you bet she was getting all giddy from all that blushing.

"i love you too, hons. text me when you're done."

"i'll call you and you can tell me how the movie was, then," he answered cooly.

"okay, i'll look forward to your call. i'm hanging up now."

"talk to you later, babe."

it was silent when the music from your stereo came back on, resuming from where it left.

you were at a traffic junction when you looked over at your friend, seeing that she was already looking at you with a wide smile.

"what?" you innocently asked, taking turns to look at her and back on the road ahead as you made a left turn into a multi-levelled parking lot.

"what the hell, man. i am giddy from your conversations with the mister." she giggled.

"you're crazy." you retorted, a small smile forming on your lips.

"i don't care. you both are cute as," she admitted, wiping tears from her eyes from all those excessive smiling and giggling.

"you'll have it too, you know?" you informed her.

"yeah, i know but i don't know if it'll ever be soon," she said, this time a hint of disappointment evident in her tone.

you smiled to yourself, getting the car parked in a lot. "you never know, babe. you'll never know."

your best friend definitely has no idea what's in for her tonight.

"whatever." she sulked, getting out of the car.

"yeah, it's whatever." you agreed, following right after her.

"come on, let's get our hearts broken." you took her hands and headed for the elevator to the theatres.

"and our emotions wrecked." your best friend agreed, looping her hands through yours.

#rinwrites #promptwritings #im-prompt-us

[starinnies]

it's 10.05 am and break time is about to end.

you switch from your personal account back to your school account.

waiting , you shuffle your playlist and go back to the tab , unsuspecting of your fate.

and as soon as the prayer begins , you hear maniacal laughing.

you're suddenly jolted awake by the laugh , fearing for your life.

as you turn down the volume of your laptop , you see the cover of the song you were listening to.

it was despair's hand.

the laughing was nagito's.

you were SCARED. you were on the verge of TEARS.

but it was just nagito.

#rinshoutsatyou #rinwriting : crack #whats this you ask? #well its what just happened to me

[ykellycrazy]

Có một thứ tình cảm chưa bao giờ gọi tên, nhưng mang những muộn phiền, tiếc nuối.

Mỗi lần gặp lại đều thấy nặng lòng.

Nhất là lúc này, gặp lại anh khi trong lòng hiểu rằng a đã yêu người khác, còn em thì sắp lấy chồng.

Anh với em, chưa bao giờ có một mối quan hệ gì. Chỉ là lúc nào e buồn nhất, cũng tìm đến anh, cũng cảm thấy rằng, anh lắng nghe và hiểu được em. Em nói chuyện với anh xong, khóc cho đã đời. Lại quên đi mà vui vẻ sống tiếp. E cũng ko hiểu vì sao. Còn khi cuộc sống thường ngày trôi qua. Chúng ta chẳng mấy khi liên lạc.

E thấy mình ích kỷ khi chỉ tìm đến anh những lúc em ko ổn trong cuộc sống, e cũng không để ý đến cuộc sống anh như thế nào. chỉ biết rằng, dù có sao, a vẫn luôn luôn mang cho e năng lượng tích cực. 

Có lẽ e đã quá quen với việc có Anh ở đó để an ủi em, nên khi biết anh có người yêu, em cảm thấy hụt hẫng. 

Nhưng đến bây giờ, em mới cảm thấy nhiều chút tiếc nuối, và nặng lòng đến ntn. Em bây giờ không dám đối diện với Anh, với việc em sắp đi lấy chồng, với việc anh yêu người khác. Gặp anh, e ko dám đối mặt. Em không có lí do gì để ghen, để buồn, hay tức giận. 

Sau này, e ko còn sẽ dám mạnh dạn gọi điện nhắn tin cho a để khóc nữa.  Vì anh còn phải chăm sóc người khác, 

Em không muốn tình cảm của em trở thành gánh nặng cho anh. 

Cảm ơn vì Anh đã cùng em san sẻ nhiều điều trong cuộc sống e mang nhiều tiêu cực này. 

Cảm ơn vì chúng ta vẫn chưa từng yêu nhau để em giữ mãi tình cảm này đối với anh. 

Em vẫn luôn mong anh Hạnh phúc, vui vẻ. 

#rinwriting

[suzukiblu]

@rp-hell-hq replied to your text post: I am more of a patreon person but if this means customized rinwrites sign me the fuck up

Thank you, I appreciate that! ❤ Ko-fi works a little better for my usual purposes, so I decided to go with that over Patreon.

#rintalk #rp-hell-hq

[weisswinds]

booyoupoo replied to your post “Writing thoughts under the cut.  [[MOR] I’m starting to see a lot...”

what is Cecile like? :D

CRACKS KNUCKLES 

The very first thing that comes to mind with Cecile is, 'u lil shit'. A very quick look at her core traits. Avoids responsibility like the plague, puts others before herself even though there isn't a lot she can really do for them. To put it in even simpler terms, she's an unmotivated rogue with a heart of gold. 

Now, for specifics about her. 

She's very short, and is extremely sensitive about her height. She lives for free on the second floor of a tavern because of her circumstances, but because she's not much help the only thing she's allowed to do is sweep and clean tables. the chef almost died both times she tried to do actual work and she wasn't even in the kitchen. 

She's very affectionate with her ladyfriend, Mira! She also happens to be the biggest tease in the universe with her. Cecile's asexual. Mira is not. Cecile is very keenly aware of just how not Mira is and exploits that whenever she's angry at her.

TURNS out I am really really bad at answering broad things, but I would love more specific questions about her.

#booyoupoo #rinwrites

[shadesofdeviant]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @celestialcrowley This is so exciting!

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share one to two sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context. Let your followers guess!

I took a look at the one to two sentences criteria and promptly threw it out the window I have no chill I apologise.

Although if he was honest with himself, Crowley really shouldn’t have bothered getting the bottle, having barely managed to stomach more than a single glass so far. The heat that usually coated his throat and settled in his stomach like the warm rejuvenating comfort of hellfire, instead burnt and boiled like the acidic sharp pain of holy water.

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Her already tiny waist is cinched in by what he assumes is built in corsetry, and allows her preferred smaller chest and naturally fluid hips to draw the eyes to what most would often overlook. To complete the look, Crowley has a gossamer thin tulle floor-length cape draped over her, the shoulders broad and emboldened by the same lace and beading that covers her dress’ bodice, her long russet curls held secure at her nape but otherwise left to cascade neatly down her back, sunglasses swapped for smaller, more current-societally acceptable ones.

She looks…regal. Dangerously, powerfully regal.

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“Oh!” Maggie gasps, leaning back in her seat in surprise as Crowley’s hair suddenly grows under her fingers, the locks stretching out into thick, mid-back length loose curls that tumble over her knees like liquid fire.

“Do me a favour would you?” Crowley hums as he shakes his head, trying to get used to the extra weight once again. “I haven’t had decent braids since the crucifixion. I tried when Queen Victoria made them popular again but they involved too many pins and headpieces, it was like being a walking pincushion.”

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No pressure tags: @jeysbvck, @sollunaastra, @noxsoulmate, @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @greenchrysanthemum20, @rxsterek, and anyone else who writes fics and wants to take part.

#rinwrites #Tag Game #Good Omens #Aziraphale #Crowley #Ineffable Husbands #Ineffable Spouses #Aziracrow #WIP Tag Game

[shadesofdeviant]

Just gonna drop this here as a little teaser.

My Good Omens x Doctor Who crossover is a-go.

What happens when The Doctor and Donna are joined for the events of "The Giggle" by an immortal occult being with a familiar face.

Crowley just wants to know who butchered his creation and renamed it 'mavity', and what's this about God being turned into a jack-in-the-box?

You got me trapped in your dark fantasy world Don't you know you make me woozy? You have me wrapped around your little finger Baby, don't you know You can't lose You make me offers that I can't refuse You keep telling pretty lies You're tired with the truth Only you're killing me with your Propaganda

Currently a WIP being written. Hopefully to begin posting soon.

#rinwrites #Good Omens #Doctor Who #Crowley #Donna Noble #Fourteenth Doctor #14th Doctor #Crossover Fic

[shadesofdeviant]

SO...I thought I'd actually do WIP Wednesday for the first time in a LONG time. And I thought I'd share a bit of my current WIP, my Good Omens x Doctor Who Crossover because I'm super excited about it. I was gonna post a bit smaller than this but I couldn't work out a good place to crop it. I'm enjoying this so much. And I hope everyone else does too. Most of it is beneath a cut cause I'm posting a fair chunk haha.

Tagging those who I know are interested in this: @lauranthalasah and @celestialcrowley I would tag my usual WIP Wednesday buddies but I don't think any of them are Good Omens or Doctor Who fans. 😂 😂 😂 

"Doctor?!" Crowley yelled as he staggered down another endless corridor, cursing softly as the floorboards rippled and rolled beneath him like a shoreline lapping against the sand, the rising crests of the wood giggling like naughty children as they tried to trip him before they ran away up the hallway. As he raised his hands to catch himself against the walls with the heels of his palms, the gold embossed skulls in the centre of the damask pattern wallpaper started to scream in agony, the noise a cacophonous crescendo that built and built until he managed to find his footing and snatched his hands back. “Donna?!” He tried again as he idly tugged at a random door as he passed by. Yet just like the immeasurable number of doors that had gone before it, once again this door failed to bend to Crowley’s will and remained firmly locked in place.

The air inside the toy store was permeated with the sour decay of age, cloying, damp and irritating at the back of the throat. Whatever magic this strange toymaking entity wielded was wild and hostile as it pressed in around him, settling over his shoulders like a weighted blanket, growing heavier and heavier the longer he walked, stiffening his legs and arms until he was wading through the atmosphere, a band of pressure tight around his chest almost like a child was holding him like a doll as it walked him across their imagination, the threat of being crushed beneath their sticky fingers tingling at the back of his mind. From somewhere beyond the endless corridor, a sharp, terrified scream erupted into the air and Crowley lurched forward on instinct, racing down the corridor towards what he assumed was Donna being attacked. Or at least, he tried to. If he thought the weight of the magic around him was heavy before, now as he tried to come to the rescue of some poor soul, Crowley found himself being weighed down even more, his knees threatening to buckle beneath the strain, feet scraping across the floor as he tried to lift them for each step. Eyes blazing gold and fully snake-like as he pushed back against the magic surrounding him, Crowley snarled and thrashed as he moved, power crackling beneath his skin as the anger burned within him. “Fuck this.” Crowley hissed as he reached the next locked door, barely able to lift his arm to try the handle from the compression enveloping him right down to his true form. “I’ve had enough of this shit.” Gathering what strength, he could, Crowley snarled as he pulled up sharply on his demonic power and snapped his fingers, gritting his teeth as electricity coursed down his arm and sparked from his fingertips as it battled with the toymaker’s magic. His power coiled and weaved snake-like around that of this foreign entity, lashing out viper-quick and sinking its venomous fangs into the stream of power to try and force it into submission until the door in front of him started to creak open. “Nein nein nein!” The sudden voice at his ear was loud enough to rattle his eardrum and rather unceremoniously shattered Crowley’s concentration, his power falling away into glittering wisps and dissipating into the air uselessly and taking what was left of his strength with it. “Naughty demon, not playink by ze rulez.” The Toymaker snarled as he suddenly loomed up over Crowley’s head, the sharp contours of his face darkening as his entire frame seethed and pulsed enraged. “Crowley!” Hearing his name, Crowley turned his head and frowned as he spotted the Doctor and Donna running towards him, those once familiar chocolate brown eyes wide in fear as the Time Lord tried to reach them even as the corridor continued to expand beneath their feet. “Very vell. Haff it ge-your way.” The Toymaker sighed, before his hands suddenly slammed into Crowley’s chest, pushing him backwards with one sharp shove causing him to go crashing through the now cracked-open doorway. For one extended moment, Crowley seemed to hover in the air, the area where his stomach should be, dropping as he fell backwards in slow motion before time seemed to remember to move and Crowley slammed into the floor in the new room with a broken grunt of pain. The Doctor’s hand reaching out towards him uselessly from seemingly miles away was the last thing he saw before the door slammed shut and the room plunged him into darkness.

#Rinwrites #WIP Wednesday #Doctor Who #Dr Who #14th Doctor #Fourteenth Doctor #Good Omens #Crowley #Donna Noble #This will probably be edited more before its ready for posting.... #and I also need to post a LOT of the earlier chapters before we reach this point haha

[shadesofdeviant]

I kinda wanna plot a random multi-chapter crossover fic...where Crowley post Season 2, heartbroken and sore and lonely, suddenly finds himself trying to say "mavity" instead of "gravity" and realises some idiot has messed with one of his creations and that is just...not on.

So Crowley goes travelling determined to hiss at whoever changed the name and finds himself suddenly in the chaos of the 14th Doctor and Donna.

I like to imagine 14 and Crowley being immortal heartbroken healing buddies. Crowley helping the Doctor come to terms with the truth about his past, having his view of his people completely turned on its head. The Doctor helps Crowley come to terms with Aziraphale's decision and his own choices and the heartbreak of losing the love of your life.

And if Crowley yells "GRAVITY" every time someone says "mavity" even better.

He likes to pop out of vents or emerges from the shadows or drops down from strategic ledges to correct people.

UNIT are rather sick of him and are trying to Crowley-proof their building to keep him out.

They still haven't managed it yet.

#rinwrites #rintrash #Doctor Who #14th Doctor #Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale #Donna Noble #Crossover #Honestly just ignore my rambles I just adore the ongoing mavity joke #And I remember Crowley telling Gabriel about the talks regarding creating gravity #And they both tried to mesh together haha

[shadesofdeviant]

I've got a really odd urge to write some form of Human!AU or Other Fantasy!AU for my Ineffable Spouse babies and I'm not sure why...or indeed what.

#rinwrites #rintrash #If I had a nickel for every time I said 'Ive got an urge to write....' I would be very rich #I'd still have absolutely nothing haha #But I'd be rich #.....although I do not live in a place that takes Nickels so... #Good Omens #Aziraphale #Crowley #Ineffable Husbands #Ineffable Spouses #Aziracrow

[shadesofdeviant]

For the fanfic asks … all of them? 😁

HAHAHA Ginger! I mean...you said you'd ask for all of them XD So...I guess I'll answer them all XD.

🍄How do you come up with ideas for your stories?

A variety of ways, sometimes I get inspired to write an AU based on an episode of a show, or a novel etc. Or sometimes my brain just pops ideas into my head.

🍉Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I am very much a plotter. It's also why I don't often get much written because I need SO much to be planned before I can write.

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

Fluff, 5+1, Domestic Slice of Life, AU's - I am an absolute sucker for AU's.

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

As much of a problematic person as they were, Anne Rice's first 3 vampire chronicles books were the books that got me thinking...oh I really wanna do this kind of thing. J R R Tolkien's descriptions very much shaped my own (i used to write horrifically long paragraphs). Neil Gaiman inspired my shorter style, quirky dialogue with inside jokes aimed at the reader.

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

My favourite fic is a toss up between "Your Arms Are Like Corset Strings" (9-1-1, Buddie) and "Rainbow Coloured Monstrosity" (9-1-1: Lone Star, Tarlos).

The rest I'm gonna put under a cut haha or this post is gonna get SUPER long.

🥨How do you overcome writer's block?

When I work it out I'll tell you haha. I don't think I've ever managed beyond just pushing through and hate-smashing at the keyboard, or just waiting for the inspiration to come back by itself.

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

Honestly as cliche as it might sound, all comments I get are my favourites. I couldn't pick any specific ones, I enjoy comments so much.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I use a lot of notebooks, I also get really sad and make powerpoint presentations of planning. Then I either listen to music, or put on some series that Ive seen enough times that it can be background noise.

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

I HC a few things for different people but they're not exactly huge things, but have a few examples. I headcanon that Alec Hardy is a huge fantasy novel fan. I headcanon that Eddie Diaz has chronic pain in his shoulders. I headcanon that Aziraphale hates the scent of pine.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

I'm writing a huge multi-part reincarnated soulmates AU, in which the soulmates meet each other throughout history and have different names etc. and it's...taking me soooo long. And honestly it's just because it so long and has so many historical points I need to research hahaha.

🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future?

I'm...not sure tbh. Theres a lot of genre's/tropes I don't like or I'm not comfortable with so won't ever touch. But the ones I do like, I've attempted or I am in the process of attempting.

🍩What advice would you give to aspiring fic writers?

Just go for it. Find something you really, really want to see written and write it, because at the end of the day you write for yourself first and foremost. If you try to write to please everyone you'll stress yourself out too much.

🌶How dependent are you on feedback, good or bad?

Bad feedback is never warranted. I do not write for profit so therefore do not need amazon style reviews. Nor do I ask for constructive criticism. I appreciate if someone wants to tell me they like what I wrote though.

🥑What are you currently working on?

I am currently working on a bunch of things: Doctor Who x Good Omens crossover - The events of "The Giggle" with Crowley tagging along. Broadchurch Whump - 2 entries, poor Alec is getting tormented. Broadchurch x Good Omens x Rab C Nesbitt crossover - Alec, Crowley and Davina are identical triplets. Shenanigans ensue. Buddie birthday gift for someone dear to me. Buddie soulmates AU.

🍹How do you decide a story is ready to post?

I finish writing it haha. I let it come to a natural stopping point and then try not to over think it.

🍊What's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft?

My reincarnated soulmates AU. I've changed so many historical points and condensed some and completely scrapped a whole half of it haha.

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

Powerpoints. Powerpoints and mind maps haha. If I'm going AU I will plan it like I'm Tolkien creating middle earth haha XD.

🍎How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

I don't. My brain goes brrr and tries to plan all of them at once to the point I can't work on ANY of them haha.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

I have been writing on and off since I was 13, and I used to write entirely for the audience and it stressed me out. Whilst I enjoy audience responses and like to receive comments confirming that they enjoyed what I wrote, if I don't like it, I won't post it, but if I enjoyed what I wrote I will love it regardless.

#rinwrites #rintrash #Fanfic writer asks #ask game #Thanks for this! haha #These took me so long to write as well

[shadesofdeviant]

Is it possible to accidentally break your own heart writing fic?

Because if so, ouch.

I apologise Crowley for the trauma the toymaker is about to put you through.

#rinwrites #rintrash #Good Omens #Doctor Who #Please ignore my crossover ramblings #I'm writing but need to randomly rant about bits

[shadesofdeviant]

Inspiration Weekend

Thank you for the tag T! @chaotictarlos I have just the thing to put here that is inspiring me this weekend haha.

Tarlos Hunger Games!AU is ago.

Random tags: @noxsoulmate, @rxsterek, @alidravana, @lightningboltreader, and anyone else who I missed or who wishes to do this.

#rinwrites #Inspiration Weekend #TK Strand #Carlos Reyes #Tarlos #9-1-1: Lone Star #Hunger Games!AU

[shadesofdeviant]

It's just ticked over into Sunday, so I'm posting this here even though this once again goes WELL beyond seven sentences.

I present to you, a snippet of my Tarlos Hunger Games!AU.

A HUGE thank you to the wonderful T for all the help and encouragement and support with this. As I said before, I haven't sat down and just written like this in a LONG time.

I hope you enjoy.

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The escort emerges with another triumphant ‘aha!’ like he’s found a lost family heirloom in the bottom of the bowl before he strolls back to the microphone and peels the square of paper open. “And our male tribute for District 8 is….” He calls out, dragging out the ‘s’ until it slips away into a whistling hiss through his teeth. “…Jonah Morgan!” No. No, it’s not possible. The last remains of the air that TK just expelled catches in his throat in horror, his vision narrows and blackens at the edges as his knees threaten to buckle beneath him. Not Jonah. Not his baby brother. The boy only has one single entry, the odds he was about to be picked were almost impossible. TK hadn’t even considered it as an option on the way to the reaping and had spent most of the journey wondering who would care for Jonah when he was more than likely selected. The escort on stage is babbling away into the microphone, calling for Jonah to come forward but all TK can hear is a high-pitched screeching in his ears, the world disappears around him as he turns to look back up the rows of awaiting candidates. Jonah is as white as the shirt on his back as he stumbles out of the row of 12-year-olds, a peacekeeper trying to nudge him forward none-too-gently as he remains frozen in fear, his eyes flittering across the crowd and locking terrified with TK’s own as he gets shuttled forward. The moment their eyes meet the ringing in TK’s ears only increases tenfold. Absently TK finds himself momentarily distracted by the disarray Jonah’s curls are now in, finds it difficult to comprehend that less than an hour ago he’d been twirling the soft spirals around his own well-trained, if not work-worn, fingers. As the peacekeeper pushes Jonah past where TK is standing, Jonah’s hand shoots out, fingers flexing as he tries in vain to grapple for TK as if holding onto his big brother will make everything better. Without thinking, TK shuffles down the line and reaches for the young boy’s hand even as the peacekeeper guarding his section turns to push him back and sends him stumbling into the rest of the now-relieved 18-year-olds. The ringing in his ears continues as he struggles to right himself, knees weak and heart plummeting through his stomach as he turns and makes another attempt at reaching for Jonah who is now struggling with the peacekeeper trying to push him up the stairs to the stage. TK can barely breathe as the peacekeeper bodily lifts Jonah off his feet and starts to carry him up onto the stage, all training about not showing weakness, not letting others exploit your soft spots gone in the face of true peril. And as the peacekeeper trying to hold TK back raises his rifle and holds the muzzle between TK’s eyes, Gwyn’s voice from the day of Jonah’s birth slices through the deafening ringing in his ears. He’s your gift TK. He shares your birthday because he’s yours to look after. Protect him TK, Protect him from the horrors of this world. Promise me you’ll keep him safe. “I promise Mama.” TK echoes out loud, his six-year-old voice harmonising in his head with his current crackling tone. The moment the words leave his lips, the bubble around him pops with an explosion of sound. Gone is his mother’s voice, gone is the high-pitched ringing, and instead, TK is bombarded with a cacophony of chaos. Jonah’s terrified screams clash with the angered yells of the peacekeepers, and yet TK manages to make his own voice rise above them all as he screams. “I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!”

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