DigiWrites

Digi - 14- Bi - main is @digimontamer56 - AO3 is DigiWrites -     Hi, I'm Digi. I write stuff, as you can probably tell from my name. I write for a lot of fandoms, including Apex Legends, BNHA, She-Ra and The Princeses of Power, and a lot more. So, uh yeah. That's kinda it.            

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My Masterlist of Fics and Links: Updated Every Week

Here’s my masterlist of fics and links, updated accordingly every week. 

Links: 

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DigiWrites

Main Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/digimontamer56

Masterlist: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HRWyca-CsdE-rbr_9jg8T375tkg7L0VfyfAscUbCrqs/edit?usp=sharing

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“So when we said you could take a hunting partner with you, we meant like another person, or a bloodhound or something.” you said looking at their “+1”

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“What?” says Din. “It’s just my force baby alien son.” 

You sigh, and sling your gun off your back. “All right then.” 

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For most of college everyone thought you were deaf when in reality you just don’t like talking and learned sign language at a young age. You never corrected anyone until someone confessed their love for you, thinking you couldn’t hear them.

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You blinked twice, surprised. Then, in a small voice, you go “Oh.” They stare at you, and then go “Oh shit. You can hear me. You... oh.” They stare at you for a minute, before their face turns rose-red and they turn away blushing. “I-uh. Sorry.” 

You think about it for only a minute, before moving over to them and giving them a gentle kiss on the lips. 

“Don’t be.” 

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Burning It Down Teaser

Hey everyone! I’ve had this fic planned for a while, because I’d always wondered what Prim and Rue would be like if they were both in the arena, and especially if they were in the case of Katniss and Rue, but changed. So here’s the first offical teaser for Burning It Down, A Hunger Games Fanfiction. 

In retrospect, Prim probably should’ve seen it coming. Getting picked on her 18th birthday, the year right before she could’ve been safe…this reeked of interference. Especially with Katniss, the girl who’d made the ultimate sacrifice, taking a leap of death to save Peeta. Who’d set the Capitol aflame, and not in the good way. More in the way of almost setting off a rebellion flame. 

After Kat had been sent off to die, Prim had had to toughen up. She learned to fight, to shoot, to climb. She knew that this would happen, mostly because the Capitol had a way of getting revenge, almost no matter what. But she had grown more confident that the Capitol wouldn’t come for her, until now. Her 18th fucking birthday. She had almost made it. Now, as she looked out across the crowd, no one was there. No one to shout “I volunteer as tribute!” to save her, only to have all her efforts screwed over by one little reaping. 

Prim swallowed. She kept her back straight and her face composed. She had to look strong enough to win. She had to. 

It was only on the train that she broke down crying, her heart broken and hopes shattered.

[writing-prompt-s]

You’ve been able to see ghosts all your life, they’re not as scary as people think. They just float around minding their business, and even strike up conversations. While in a rush, you try to run through one that’s floating. You get the shock of your life when you realise they’re not a ghost

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“What the...” i stumble back as the ‘ghost’ sadly stares at me. “Aw, another ghost.” they say. I swallow. What the fuck is happening? Am...am i dead? 

Was I the ghost this whole time?