#unfinished fic asks

[missroserose]

2&10 for unpublished fic asks, fic(s) of your choosing

I apologize in advance—I know Stranger Things/Harringrove isn't really your fandom, but right now, When the Waters Start to Cross is taking up almost all the air in my writer brain, so that's what I'm answering for...I suspect you understand the feeling 😂

2. How did you get the idea to write this?

I answered that question here!

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Ooo, excerpt time!

For context: this is just after the weekend of the Snow Ball (end of S2). Steve and Billy have spent a couple of nights together, Billy's confronted his father and been violently kicked out of the house, Steve has rescued him from something nasty in the woods, and Billy's refused to stay with Steve, instead lashing out at him and leaving him alone. They haven't seen each other since Sunday morning; Steve's gone to school largely in hopes of finding Billy there.

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“…said she rounded a corner and found them there. Just like that! In public and everything.” The voice is sticky-sweet as the bubblegum the speaker is audibly chewing. “God, it’s like he has no shame.” Steve, about to close his locker and head to class, pauses at the sound of Laurie Henderson’s voice. The associations are hardly unpleasant—she’d taken him down like a pro at a party a year or so ago, her long hair sleek beneath her fingers as she proved her tongue nimbler even than Nicole’s—but they haven’t spoken in a while.

“She told me that at first she thought Megan’s dad had just got himself a hooker,” Amie Dietrich puts in, and Steve’s brain once again throws up images—seven minutes in heaven, awkward wet kisses and fumbling in a darkened closet, new-grown breasts soft beneath his hands—

“He was on his knees, y’know, and all she could see was the hair.“ Laurie again, then a pause, as she presumably gestures, and the girls all giggle at the image. “But then she noticed his ass in those jeans, and she knew.”

Steve knows, too, in that moment—knows without a doubt who they’re talking about. He shouldn’t listen, it’s not his business—and yet the draw is irresistible, and he finds himself busying his hands, tidying a shelf, dropping a sheaf of torn-out notebook pages covered in red ink, letting them flutter to the floor like so many dead leaves.

“Knew what? That it was him? Or that he was hooking? Because I’m not sure she’d be smart enough to put it all together,” Amie snarks. Steve’s gut does a flip-flop—of course, it makes sense. He can practically hear Billy’s voice, I’ll figure something out—

“He does have great hair, though.” Laurie’s voice, thoughtful. “Almost as good as Steve Harrington’s. I’d thought about going out with him just to see if he’d tell me what shampoo he uses.”

“I went out with him a couple of times,” Beckie pipes up. Beckie Collins, who’d been so insatiable she’d tired him out, who’d looked up at him with a tear-streaked face as she’d begged him to pull her long black hair as he fucked her—he ducks, as much to hide his expression from passersby as to pick up the pages—

“You’ll go out with any guy who’s got two legs and a car,” Amie points out, a casual swipe underpinning the friendly jibe.

“Mmm, one of the legs is optional, if it’s a nice enough car,” Beckie responds, thoughtful. “But that’s my point. I was right there, I was down for it. First time he completely blew me off, said he didn’t do shit on the first date—“

“God, what guy doesn’t even try for first base?” Laurie’s voice, presaging another flurry of giggles as Steve scoops up the papers. “…and then the next time, like, he touches me? But then we’re making out, and I swear he was the least enthusiastic kisser I’ve ever met. So I climb up into his lap—not easy in a Camaro—and start grinding my hips a little, you know, trying to get the party started. And I swear, not a twitch.” Another short pause; Steve can picture the way she’s mock-shuddering. “So I’m like, hey, do you need a hand there? And he gets all flustered and tries to make out like it’s my problem, all ‘guess it doesn’t like needy bitches’.” Her voice does a mocking imitation of Billy’s growl. “I should’ve known right then and there he was a—“

The warning bell rings, drowning out the end of Beckie’s story, vibrating against the slight flutter in Steve’s gut. He shoves the papers into the back of his locker and slams the door—only to come almost face-to-face with Laurie and her side ponytail as she rounds the corner, Amie’s feathered hair and and Beckie’s curls in tow behind her.

“Morning, ladies.” He pastes on a grin, hopes it doesn’t look as sickly as he feels, as the green vinelike thing slowly unwinding in his gut feels. Watches as their carefully-made-up faces grow similarly artificial smiles, hothouse flowers carefully cultivated. “Any big plans for Christmas break?”

They look at him a moment, then at each other; then they giggle, that strange ambiguous sound girls make that could be in appreciation or in condescension. “You always did have a lot of nerve, Harrington,” Amie comments, but Laurie flicks a hand, and they go quiet as she gives Steve a once-over. He keeps his smile in place, posture firmly casual, and awaits her judgement.

“King Steve,” she finally says, voice almost a purr. “Been a long time since you said boo to us. Thought you were all about that brainy Nancy these days.”

The name sends a pang through Steve, which he covers up with a toothy grin and an open-armed gesture. “Psh, Nancy’s old news. And I’m no longer King, remember?” Steve gives an eyeroll, exaggerating the movement, conveying how little it all means to him before he drops his arms. “Just plain old Steve Harrington.” He gives a quick once-over to the group to see how he’s being received; Amie, aloof, won’t meet his eyes, but Beckie returns his smile.

Laurie is still eyeing him, chewing her gum (grape Bubbilicious, mingling with her perfume—Yves St. Laurent, maybe?) thoughtfully. “Well, Plain Old Steve Harrington, we missed you at Kristie’s party last week.”

“Yeah,” Beckie puts in, suppressing a snicker, “Hawkins parties aren’t the same without taking bets on who’ll be seeing King Steve that night.” She flicks her gaze boldly to his crotch before moving it back up to his face, and the other two laugh, not entirely unappreciative.

“Now, now,” Steve says, posing slightly under their attention, “I have it on good authority that Hawkins has a new king. I’m sure he’d be happy to provide you an evening’s entertainment.”

Amie only titters. “Maybe if he were interested,” she says, meaningfully, and the three of them laugh as they sail past into the rapidly-emptying hallways. Or two of them do—Laurie trails behind, still eyeing him speculatively.

“What can I do for you?” He keeps his voice smooth, but he’d be lying if he claimed that the attention wasn’t a nice change from his recent pariah status.

“Just wondering which Steve Harrington is the real one. The one who acts like he owns Hawkins High, or the one who haunts the hallways from the sidelines?”

Steve sidles a little closer—not looming over her, but getting intimate, enough that he can put a hand against the locker and lean in. “I guess that depends. Do you prefer the Steve who gets with girls at parties? Or the one who babysits a bunch of nerdy kids?”

Her smile grows a little wider. “I wonder which one we’ll be seeing this week?”

He lets his grin grow pointed. “I guess we’re both going to find out.”

Her smile drops, but she looks smug, her calculations having come to a satisfactory conclusion. “Should be interesting.” An expert rollaway, and she’s walking down the hallway, leaving a trail of artificial grape and Opium in the air behind her. “See you soon, Plain Old Steve Harrington.”

Steve stands there, looking after her, for just a moment—until the tardy bell rings, and he sees that the halls have emptied around him.

#harringrove #stranger things #my writing #when the waters start to cross #askbox games #unfinished fic asks

[leiawritesstories]

14 and 15 for the unfinished fic asks?

14. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you planned on doing, but now you're feeling like you're gonna scrap those ideas?

Yeeesssss...there was a Hating Game AU idea I had for Elorcan that will probably never see the light of day...

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Without spoiling too much, Rowan and Aelin's ending in Fly The Black Flag. It's going to be fluffy. And possibly spicy. And ugh I just wish I could write it but I feel like it won't be the same in writing versus what's in my head

thank you for the ask ❤️❤️

#ask game #unfinished fic asks

[jafndaegur]

👀

Joey!!! It's been a while ^^ thank you for the Ask and happy new year!

WIP Unreleased: Shattered Euphonies, Ch. 3

A funeral for Guizhong was held, a rite of parting fit for a queen. The entire village mourned her, and the earth trembled as it echoed the rage and sorrow held by the dragon kings.

#jaf answers #fic wip #genshin #genshin impact #rezhong #unfinished fic asks

[uselesslilium]

8 and 11 for the ask game !

8. Which character is gonna have the biggest storyline? That's sort of hard to say in general for me, because I do try to make sure that any time I write a fic, each of the main characters have something to do or work through for the duration. Especially since I love writing multiple POVs, and that's not as fun if someone sorts out all their issues 2/3s of the way through and then just exists to support the ones who haven't yet.

That said, for Umineko AU, at least, Shu is the sole POV character, so his arc makes up the backbone of the story.

11. Is there any scene you can't wait for people to react to when reading? Why? Ohhh, there is a lot I want to see people react to for Hunger Games AU. At the moment, Shu and Nazuna's reunion is probably at the top of my list! There is just so much baggage there and Shu is trying so hard, yet I still want everyone to be right there along with Nito in wanting to pummel him. <3

#unfinished fic asks

[wispscribbles]

why are you and your drawings so cool 😭🙏

afdsasdfasg thank you !! irl ppl would laugh at me being called cool lol - Have a ghoap as thanks <33

#ask #chloe-is-slightly-epic #ghostsoap #doodle #i'm trying to get better at letting myself be a bit more open online #a bit more uncool if you will #im an anxious perfectionist so a lot of art and posts end up in drafts forever #like this sketch i drew..... 4 months ago #hope you all wont mind if I start posting a bit more #unfinished work like sketches or fic snippets #Im constantly making stuff and writing but I just dont post #womp womp anxiety #so yeah decidedly uncool but im happy you like my art :') #btw if youve ever sent an ask or asked a question that i've never answered... yeah its probably in my drafts because i got stuck on somethi #and then forgor #and now its been so long that it feels weird to reply #sorry!! I super appreciate everyone who take the time to write

[critterbitter]

Do you have an ao3/plan on uploading your work there?

(Does a lil jig) I have no work on ao3 but I have been drabbling together some stuff! It’s a long term project though haha, and I’m not likely to post because I’m still job hunting. (Shakes my little hat) but i can be convinced! Some stray dollars for lunch mmmight motivate me. Ehe.

For people curious what I WANT to write, if i have time:

Hisui Horizon Event — (alternate version of Canon but flavored with my war crimes.)

Ingo is sent to Hisui with no name and no memories. He copes.

Without her anchor, Chandelure fades. (Elesa and Emmet, mourning the loss of their third, will not let her slip gently into the grave.)

Salvaging the Ship of Theseus — (definitely canon divergence because, well.)

Emmet and Eelektross fall into Hisui seventeen months after Ingo’s disappearance and a month before PLA.

May I introduce: Shitty merchant Emmet, who’s definitely not fluent in Hisui flavored Kantonese. One concerned Eelektross, who’s about to change the landscape of pokemon-human relations forever. Warden Ingo, who is attempting to retire wardenship to go looking at the rift bubbles. Lady Sneasler, who’s using Ingo as a babysitter for her three rascally sneaslets.

And a very angry Elesa, armed with an extra pissed Chandelure, as they hunt down Sinnohian legends to get their favorite muppets back.

(HERE’S A DRABBLE. I have a lot of thoughts for Salvaging the Ship of Theseus. So many thoughts. Help. HELP.)

(Sigh. I have so many outline ideas. But writing is hard so yall. Art or fics, I’m not powerful enough to do both.)

But also interest check? Intwest chweck? WAH (gets swatted at with a broom))

#ask #mailbox #critterbitter screams into the void #the mind is willing but the body is weak #i have fanfic ideas but. writing hard. #and i hate posting unfinished work waaGhhh #(stares at STSOT— …i have finished the first chappie and i have. so much respect for fanfic writers. how do you do it. #how do you write so much. holy shit.) #submas #submas fic #its not a fic its a drabble #but STILL! #emmet #ingo #(sits) its so hard to be an adult and have a hyperfixation. mmm.

[duckytree]

thanks to you i found the inspiration to update my Jason Todd-centric fic after months of not working on it. You have my eternal gratitude

i think inspiring an author to update a hiatused work makes me national hero actually

#asks #duckytree #now if someone could do that for the authors of the unfinished fics i have bookmarked that would be great

[imagine-darksiders]

Just an opinion, but I hope these tech bros realise that myself, and perhaps many others, are not against AI itself - it's very useful technology in many walks of life - but I am against so-called 'Ai artists/authors.'

If you're only putting a few words into a prompt, you cannot morally call yourself an 'artist' or 'author.'

If you have a couple of hours, I'd recommend watching the fascinating video, The AI Art Apocalypse by 'Hello Future Me' on Youtube, who breaks things down concisely and in a very informative and fair way, exploring legalities and arguing both sides of the debate.

#artificial ineptitude #Anyway I just read a few asks that came in a while ago asking if they could put my 'unfinished' fics through chat gpt #No #Is my answer. #No you may not #Under any circumstances. #Thanks for asking for permission I guess but

[owlf45]

tagged by @pocketramblr

OH I FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE

@rose-blooms-red @figurativepieceoftrash @achairwithapandaonit @queenangst and uhm uhm anyone else who wants to be @ ed bc im not sure who in our circle has already been tagged

#funnily enough #found like. three really fuck old finished wips in my folders #if you want my early teens writing youre welcome to ask me to post it #one was a christmas gift bkdk #the other was a nightwing is kidnapped whump fic #anyway teehee #i didnt put imaginary bc im already gonna write a thousand sentences for it why waste a spot #i have a bunch more unfinished wips from fic fight too #hrm

[missroserose]

16 and 20!

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

The scene where Billy gives his backstory, midway through Act III. It was one of those moments of total grace where the words just flowed, and everything fit—it brought together lots of little details in his character as well as setting up the utter tragedy of the rest of the act. It's become one of the anchor points for this act; figuring out how it fits is giving shape to the rest of the story.

20. Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

Billy discovers the extent of his abilities, and Hawkins pays a terrible price for it.

ask me about my WIP!

#when the waters start to cross #harringrove #stranger things #unfinished fic asks #askbox games

[leiawritesstories]

20 (for the assassin and the princess i’m begging) and 21!!

20. Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

Oooh! um....god what can I say without spoiling...

let's just say that Aelin has yet to return to Terrasen *evil smirk* *dramatic music*

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don’t know if you ever will write?

There's literally so many 😂😂😂 among them are a Hating Game AU for Elorcan and an arranged marriage Rowaelin AU

#unfinished fic asks

[jafndaegur]

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Hiya Nonny, happy new year!!! Here's a WIP that won't make it to surface for a long while still (even tho i really wanna get back to this story):

WIP Unreleased: Noise of Rain, Chapter 11

[PT I] We had to share the pain, is it fate to be smashed to pieces?

It had been three days since Miroku and Kohaku left, or disappeared, as Sango put it. It had been three days since Kagome first fell unconscious, and just now woke up from the toll of the unchanneled demonic energy. It had been three days since everything spiraled out of control.

After waking, whenever she closed her eyes, she easily pictured the surprised and golden gaze of Inuyasha before he fell to the ground. The scent of death lingered heavily on her hands, not that it didn't before. But to see the blood, remember the life, fade from someone she loved—that was a far stronger stench than any rot the Burial Mounds created. Although the hanyou's death was not the only plague to riddle her with guilt.

Sango had hardly spoken to her, if at all, since she'd woken up.

#jaf answers #sesskag #tw: character death #unfinished fic asks #fic wip #inuyasha

[silverskye13]

hi can i just say that while I haven't been there to read your HK fanfiction, seeing you update nailmaster's folly after so long makes me... hopeful? In the 'I also have wips I haven't touched in years but there might still be space for them one day if I get the gumption' sort of way? so, while I'm not really going to be reading it as I know nothing about HK: thanks for updating nailmaster's folly, so cool to see it.

Hey you're very welcome! I'm very stoked it's giving you hope for your future projects. That's a hope you deserve to have.

Honestly, one of the most important things about art that I wish everyone would, at some point, absorb into their creative process, is that everything is allowed to rest. Sometimes the only thing that will "fix" a problem piece is time and distance, and that time and distance is allowed to be long. You're allowed to drop something for 4 years and randomly decide it's worth your time again, and you should be able to have that process without guilt or judgement.

Not to get on the "internet culture is evil" soapbox, but, the idea of the "grind", that every project must be done at once, from start to finish, in a logical order that others can consume and follow from point A to point Z, is untenable for individual creators, especially creators that are doing it just for fun. You aren't a machine. You aren't a writing board churning out a podcast, movie, tv series, comic book set, etc. You're a person finding joy in making art about something you love. The process can be messy. It can make no sense. It can involve long breaks, or deciding you're done with something entirely. Without guilt or malice, you are allowed to wash your hands of something and then decide to get them dirty with it again when you can stand the texture.

I understand there's sadness in thinking you can't finish something, in not knowing how to fix it immediately, or not being able to conjure the motivation to put to physicality something that makes so much sense in your head. Be disappointed, and grieve it, if you must. But never think it was time wasted. No one has ever walked out of their house in the morning without, at some point or another, looking at the world to see what was there. You're allowed to start a project, walk down the road with it, and realize you'd rather look around.

You can always come back.

#answering asks #anonymous #sorry this is a bit of a rant #but i dunno. its important to me. #i used to feel so much guilt over unfinished stories #tbh nailmaster's folly has been the one fic thats humbled me the most #the amount of times ive put it down and come back #the overall life lesson i learned of trying to write something Big and Interesting while i was depressed and shouldnt be powering through #learning to be a one man fan of something no one else likes [NF never got a lot of comments. i think the most on a chapter is 3] #learning how to self motivate just because you like your own ideas #and learning that you can love something and hate something and still walk away from jy #i dunno. everyone should have one problem project they come back to worry at like an old scar in an inconvenient place #it teaches you its okay to be uncomfortable. youll live.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

sneak peak

#pls dont ask me about all the unfinished fics i have #and if i will ever finish them #im cursed with always getting new jdeas and starting new fics #😔😔😔😔😔 #to delete later

[writing-hat]

Out of curiosity, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

how would jay (from your fic) react to seeing or hearing about Arrakore?

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER I needed to figure out how it would happen (idk if this is complete or not but it should be)

anyway bbnb!jay meeting Arrakore!

oh he would FREAK OUT

Like, real and heavy panic attacks that make me absolutely tense every time I write them

He would not feel safe every time he's around Arrakore, and panic alone in a room as soon as he can or something I think.

because Nadakhan kept lying to him about how djinns really were (for intimidation purposes mainly, but also because he was pursuing his own sort of ideal that lead to him getting banished from his homeworld (I'll explain all that in another fic that's taking me a while to write dw about it for now)), Jay is going to think Arrakore has to be lying all the time, or at the very least playing with them

He might even think Arrakore might be planning revenge for his people, like Nadakhan had, or is at the very least working with him or something

First scenario. First meeting might be Jay freaking out with his powers going insane, and him actually loosing control for the first time in a while. This might lead to Arrakore trying to help him control his powers, only for everything to get worse.

Or, second scenario, Jay might attack on purpose, trying to get rid of someone he knows is an enemy. There's no way that djinn would be on their side, and his friends trust him cuz they don't remember. That's it. Nya? She trusts the guy, but she can be wrong, and that's okay. He'll do the dirty work for her

3rd scenario would be Jay not attacking, after being told by the others not to, but being tense, not letting him out of his sight for even a second. Or trying to avoid him.

If it's during his amnesia, I'm considering the first or third being more of what could happen. I do like the idea of him not knowing why he's so scared, why he's so terrified of someone he's never known

Maybe even have Nadakhan's face replacing the Arrakore's every now and then, and him not really knowing what to do

I have multiple ideas mainly because I'm not done with my fic, and I have not decided on what the resolution of his emotions or powers is going to be. I mean, I have something I consider a vague idea, but based on how I handle it, Jay is going to have more or less control of himself whenever things like those are going to happen to him

Also, depending on whether Arrakore knows it's because of Nadakhan or not, his actions are going to be very much different as well

Cuz he knows how much of a twisted bastard the banished prince was, and he knows he must've done something terrible if Jay panics whenever he sees him like that

The worst in this, is that I see Arrakore being a kind and good soul, always trying to help out the lightning ninja

only for it to ultimately fail

But yeah! Overall, Jay would be terrified, and not trusting of Arrakore. He'd even try to get rid of him at all cost, and if he understands that his friends trust that guy, then he might try to do that behind their backs. I am one to believe Jay would be ruthless when it comes to a situation that is serious, especially if it's to protect his friends

An even twisted way for things to happen, would Jay taking sorta revenge about Nadakhan on Arrakore. How? Plenty of ideas there, idk if you guys want me to elaborate cuz this is already VERY long (and I'm sorry about that MJKERRLGK I digress easily help)

(Of course this would be resolved but it would take TIME. so so much TIME. And I am one to take time and write a lot when it comes to comfort and all so yea.)

thank you for the ask!! and I hope this answered properly

see you around!

#anonymous asks are scary #hat's words #hat's fics #bbnb #bending but never breaking #arrakore #jay #this actually makes me wanna write about it #but I have too much to finish #maybe once I clean a bit my unfinished fics zgelhsrts #thanks for the ask!! sorry again for taking so long to answer argh

[khaotunq]

i'm so confused that your ask didn't appear in my inbox but instead appeared only in my notifs. wild. ANYWAY I LOVE THIS GIF I'M KISSING U ABOUT IT

EDIT ur ask didn't actually appear on my dash when i posted it so i have cunningly screenshotted

ANY-ANYWAY. Since I'm a liar who said I was going to bed and then didn't, how about AkkAyan dressing up? It's THEMATIC. Also I made that little gif for my ask to you and ended up rewatching the Our Skyy eps in the background, then remembered I wrote this!

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Wat threw a costume party. That’s how it had started. That was the reason all of Ayan's friends were mad at him.

  In his defence, Wat clearly hadn’t thought through all potential permutations of a costume party for his birthday. He’d given them the prompt of old Thai movies and left them to it.

  It had surprised Ayan how little convincing it had taken to get Akk into the ridiculously tight shirt and pants that predominantly made up his costume. He'd rolled his eyes and fussed and turned his single syllable nickname into a three second groan, but he'd let Aye pick, and he'd certainly voiced no complaints when Ayan had pointed out he’d be wearing something similar, just in black.

  It also shouldn’t have been possible to look good in a ridiculous all-yellow outfit. That was part of Ayan's defence too: nobody but nobody should manage to pull off being dressed head to toe in banana yellow in lieu of gold.

  Akk could, it turned out. Akk did. Ayan was man enough to admit that at least half the reason he'd taken the black outfit was that he knew he'd be entirely unable to control himself around his boyfriend in form fitting black. Akk, at least, could usually be counted on to act appropriately.

  Usually.

  Anyway, it was Wat’s fault. All of it.

  It was Wat's fault they'd even heard of The End of the Red Eagle in the first place. Ayan would have never paid it any mind were it not for Akk insisting that their friendship with Wat depended on it. Ayan did sleep through most of Wat’s suggestions and although Akk ragged on him for it, he thought Akk enjoyed it when he was curled up sleeping in Akk's arms rather than awake and pointing out logical fallacies in any given film just to annoy him.

  So, Ayan had little to no real idea what the plot of Red Eagle was, but Akk hadn’t seemed overly fussed when Ayan suggested the hero and villain as their costumes.

  Ayan suspected Akk had also fallen asleep. He did it more than he'd ever admit to, because Ayan had woken up to him fast asleep under him several times while one of Wat's recommendations played on his laptop next to the bed. Akk would never admit to it, and Ayan found it too endearing to challenge: he knew Akk's phone browser was full of tabs on for various movie pages so that he could refer to them if Wat ever asked.

  By the time they arrived at Wat's, Ayan had reevaluated every choice he'd ever made that had led to that moment. He loved Akk for far more than his physical attributes, but the costume was serving as a brutal reminder of many of those attributes. He loved Akk's legs, which were normally a mile long anyway but were at that moment torturously accentuated by the bright yellow fabric clinging to them.

  Akk's body was already something Ayan was used to thinking about - and wanting - but the frankly obnoxious belt Ayan had picked out had turned his hips and waist into features specifically designed to test Ayan’s ability to keep his hands on the wheel on the drive over.

  Ayan had to unclench and clench his fists several times to get circulation flowing through them again after they’d parked up.

  Akk caught him staring a couple of times and had just laughed at him. He’d leaned in as they waited on Wat’s doorstep and reached around to check Ayan's mask was secure, using the excuse to run his fingers through his hair.

  Akk had started it. That was for sure. It was all Wat’s fault, but Akk had started it by flirting with him so openly. Ayan would have been just fine if Akk would have just kept his hands to himself.

  Whether that was true or not, nobody could prove anything.

#sollucets #ask post #so it is decreed #tuserrowan #ficwit #akkayan #the eclipse #halloween 23 #okay now i'm really going to bed #fun fact the entire fic is actualy 6k and still unfinished #i am not likely to finish it #but here's 700 words of it <3