sad secret trash-of-the-thing happenings if you feel like having fic-rambles with me or having me fic-ramble at you, toss me an idea, i am so down for it, you don't even know, let's do this guys.
Dear Internet, please help me find a thing I remember reading approximately ten years ago and would like to read again...
Supernatural fandom... possibly Dean/Sam... Sam’s maybe missing? I feel like maaaybe he’s in a fairy ring but might be wrong- if this sounds familiar and yet that part doesn’t, ignore and suggest, ok thanks.
For sure 100%, at least one of the children (both of the children?) from Something Wicked--- Michael and Asher--- are hunters and traveling with Dean.
I remember loving it dearly and then it disappearing and then messaging the author and maybe getting an email link... but the problem is I can’t remember the author or the email or the title and thus I can’t find it in my 15 year old email account and all the stuff therein.
I have been unable to trick it into giving me the email, let alone the whole fic.
Hey, guys!
I’m still around and still dabbling in Hamil-fandom!
It doesn’t look like it, since I haven’t connected this up with my real Tumblr, so it looks all nice and abandoned. I promise it isn’t, though!
I’ve been working on three larger Hamilton pieces: Foster Dad Lin stuff, a fantasy piece with dragons, and a Harry Potter fusion!
With the FDL thing, I’ve been fighting a few ficlets, but largely working on a much larger piece. I have decided to try a different style that doesn’t feel as forced, but it’s making me second guess a lot?
I am 100,000% open to ficlet prompts! I have two sitting in my inbox- one I’ve had for a wee bit about Alex meeting Lin and V for the first time. I’m taking so long with it because it’s actually a scene I care a lot about and had been working on anyway and eventually had to cut from my larger piece? So I’m trying to figure out how best to wrap it up, eep. The other prompt is one I just got last night but hope to work on today/tomorrow and get up as quickly as I can!
The dragon/fantasy one is giving me a fit because I have so many little things for it but no larger story to it? If that makes sense. Mostly it involves Hamilton being a total shit and exasperating everyone, all while being accompanied by a tiny sarcastic dragon? Like you do.
The Harry Potter fusion is largely what it’s labeled. I’m having a blast with it but torn between big-story versus lots-of-small-shared-universe stories.
In my non-Hamil-fandom life, I’ve also started working pretty intensely on a Hannibal Big Bang, which has deadlines and stuff, so it’s getting the majority of my focus, ngl.
But! Hamilton is definitely not forgotten and is giving me a great break when I start tearing my hair out!
;D
And, again, any prompts about anything! Toss ‘em my way!
I’m totally down!
hi! where can i read all your fosterdadlin writings?
I know you’ve already found my bits and pieces floating about, but I figured I’d answer and publish this so that it’s floating around in case anyone else was wandering the same!I post everything here, using tags- fdl and fosterdadlin both appear as tags on my FDL stuff, and anything else that might eventually get worked in will get it’s own set of tags~!
But! I also use ArchiveOfOurOwn! Because AO3 just makes me happy, having originally used fanfiction.net and LiveJournal, which were both decent in their own rights, but nowhere near as magical as AO3.I can be found on AO3 under the username SecretTrashHeap, because I like to keep things consistent. ;D
oh wait do you only have like 3 or 4 fosterdadlin fiCs? do you take requests?
I do only have a few! And I'm super happy to take requests, even if I'm slow! (Anon request sitting in my inbox, I've got 70% written, I'm just horrific at wrapping things up!!!)
I've been slowly working on a larger piece, but in the past few days decided in a new format, so I think it'll go quicker but be more frustrating to me, haha.
I'm also guilty of focusing more on my Hannibal stuff, since there's a new bang challenge going on there that I'm signed up for.
Looking for someone to help me out with... directional issues?... for the FDL thing!
I’ve got a whole jumble of stuff and need someone to help me decide if the ideas flow well together and maybe let me know what’s missing/etc?
If you are interested, toss me an ask (preferably with a way to contact you so that I’m not just blabbing publicly about it?) or toss me an email at secrettrashheap at gmail?
Anon!
I got your ask regarding L&V meeting Alex!
That’s a scene that got cut to be rewritten--- it was originally scribbled out in L’s POV, so I was aiming to rewrite it from Alex~
But, I really like what I had? So I’ll work it into something readable and get it posted up soon!
(I’ll publish it with your ask, haha~)
(and thank you so much!!! HEARTS!)
(Hopefully it will be up in the next week? My weekend is kind of swamped, but next week shoooould be pretty chill. I hope. Haha~ I’m way behind on typing stuff up, oops!)
more fdl ‘verse exercises coming soon! i’ve got three half-pieces from my past few days, so i guess today’s exercise will be to start finishing them up rather than half-doing another one? whoo!
does anyone wanna talk harry potter-hamilton fusion with me?
because i think i’d get this ‘verse rolling a lot easier if i had someone to ramble about it with, haha~
Part three of what was initially a three part exercise!
Since starting, though, I’ve come up with two more ideas on the same line? So, depending on how the next couple of days go, exercise wise, this may end up getting a couple more parts?
This is a continuation of the previous two pieces- moving from Lafayette to Hercules and now to John Laurens!
Also, I spent the entirety of this cursing the mechanics of including text conversations in fic. I’m still not sure I’m pleased with what I settled on. Formatting, why.
As always, please refer to my general disclaimer and my FDL ‘Verse disclaimer~
-In Which Laurens Reconnects With His Alexander. Kind of.-
John’s stretched out on the beach, feet buried in the sand where they stick off of the old sheet Alyssa and Carrie spread out earlier. Carrie and a few of her friends are down in the water, voices carrying easily with the breeze. He’s contemplating a nap when Alyssa nudges him, getting sand all over him.
“Phone’s buzzin’,” she says, voice heavy and lazy like maybe she’s had the same thought and has already been napping.
Groaning, he reaches for the bag his phone’s in. He’d ignore it, except there’s a high chance that Aunt Kim forgot to tell his dad that he was coming over to Folly with his cousins. If that’s the case, it’ll be easier to answer it and deal with him now rather than ignoring it and facing his wrath later.
He turns the screen on, keying in his password and trying to shield it from the sun so that he can see the screen. It’s a text, so it’s not his father. He could just ignore it, but he may as well check it at this point.
It’s a number he doesn’t know, and when he clicks it, he freezes up.
“You okay?” Alussa asks, and he knows why she’s asking, knows he’s probably making a preposterous face, probably gone pale.
But there, grinning at him from the screen, squashed between Lafayette and Hercules, is Alexander. They’re all three laughing at Hercules- he’s getting licked by some dog.
“M’fine,” he mumbles, struggling to sit up and send a response.
Except. He doesn’t even know what to say. ‘I’m glad you aren’t dead?’ ‘I miss you so much sometimes it feels like I’m dead?’ ‘Where have you been?’ He feels like he’s taking too long. He can feel Alyssa staring at him. He just knows that his three best friends are in New York, waiting on a response and judging him for trying not to have some sort of emotional breakdown.
He can feel his breath coming in shorter and shorter bursts.
“John?” Alyssa asks, sitting up and moving toward him.
“M’good, sorry, sorry,” he answers, but his voice feels wrong, sound’s forced and far away.
He types back a quick response- a simple ‘!!!’ that sums things up pretty well- and sets his phone down beside him. Pressing his palms into his eyelids, he takes a few moments to focus on breathing.
“So, what’s wrong with this picture?” Alyssa asks. He looks over, and she’s waving his phone at him, picture displayed on the screen.
“The, uh, guy in the middle? That’s… we haven’t heard from him in a year. We’ve been so fuckin’ worried about him. And just out of the blue? There he is?”
“Oh, shit! Is this that kid you were worried about when y’all came down for Katie’s wedding?”
He nods.
“This is good, then, right? I mean, if he’s with your other friends, that means he’s okay, right?”
He shrugs, but then nods again.
“So why’re you freakin’ out?”
He twists his hands together, eternally grateful that Carrie and her friends haven’t come up here yet, won’t spend the rest of the trip trying to avoid him because he’s some goofy little kid, freaking out because he misses his friend.
“I just… I don’t know. Yeah, he’s there, but where was he? What if he disappears again? We’re still here for a week and a half; what if he just vanishes again? What if. What if he’s gone. And I-”
“Johnny, dude,” she says, ignoring the face he makes and pressing a hand to his back. “Your friends are with him, and they’re not mean- they wouldn’t have sent you that just to tease you.”
“Yeah. I. You’re right. I just. God.”
“Hey, calm down. It’s cool, dude. Send them a text, tell ‘em you miss ‘em,” she hands over his phone. “Then, we’re putting it up and we’re going to go challenge Jamie and Max to see who can find the most sand dollars. By the time we’re done, you’ll be breathing easier and they’ll have had a chance to explain.”
“That’s. That’s a good idea. I can do that.”
So he does. He opens up a text- no response from them yet to the other- and sends a simple ‘I miss you’ like Alyssa suggested. After he’s sent it, he lets her take the phone and stash it back in the bag. With a sigh, he lets her pull him up and lead him toward the others, splashing their way into the water.
---
John very pointedly doesn’t pull his phone back out of the bag until they leave. They’ve said goodbye to most of the group, breaking off to get into Carrie’s car. She and her best friend are in the front, chatting with one another, while Alyssa’s lost in a text frenzy of her own. He figures he may as well use the ride back to the house to see if anyone’s bothered to clue him in on just what’s going on.
As he pulls his messages up, he’s met by a handful.
There are only three from the number from earlier- Alex, obviously.
-I miss you, too!!!
-I’m really sorry, by the way. I didn’t want to disappear on you guys. :(
-When do you get back from Charleston?
Herc and Laf have sent him far more than that, though. He starts with Lafayette’s.
~ALEX!!!
~Alex’s new family seems to be very nice!
~His last family was NOT very nice, as we feared.
~Don’t hold his disappearance against him, my dear John Laurens! <3
~I take it back. Both Alexander and Lin are horrible. :(
~Ugh!!!
He’s a little unsettled by those, biting his lip and trying to decide what Alex could do to make Lafayette change his mind like that. He decides to see what Hercules has had to say all day before responding to any of it, which turns out to be a smart choice. Not only do they shed some light on the situation, but they make him laugh out loud, drawing an encouraging smile from Alyssa.
=dyou see that shit!!!
=laf just found him in the park like nbd heres alex just fuckin chillin
=wtf!
=so we helped paint alexs room and im pretty sure im dead from laughing. lafs prob never gonna talk to us again. oops.
The last text from Hercules is the one that cracks him up, though. It’s a picture of Lafayette, spattered in green paint and scowling. It’s captioned “rip me lol”. Hercules is truly a gem.
It’s for that reason alone that he responds to Hercules first.
>Thats the best photo ive ever seen thank you so much omg
Lafayette is next, if only to give him more time to think about what he should say to Alex.
>Greens a good look for you, my man
He’s still trying to figure out what to send to Alex when Lafayette responds. It turns out that he’s chosen to convey his displeasure with a flurry of scowling emojis.
The laughter helps, loosening him up. It’s just Alex, one of his best friends. It shouldn’t be this hard to figure out what to say to him.
>It’s cool dude just try not to again?
>I mean, I know you probably didnt mean to tho
>Also, be back home next sunday :)
Alexander responds almost immediately, and John falls into a back and forth with him.
-I promise you, I will do everything in my power to keep from doing that again. <3
-It was definitely Not My Choice.
-Next Sunday! I can’t wait! Do you want to hang out that week? Lin really wants to meet you and I really want to see you!
-If you don’t, I get it, though, don’t worry!
>Of course I want to hang out. Well make plans when I get back.
>You have to tell me all about everything, i feel like im missing out on so much right now!
-You’re mostly missing out on four people completely failing at painting a room?
-I accidentally hit Laf with the paintbrush and it turned into some sort of paint war? Herc and Lin were a team and Laf and I were a team? Except I didn’t realize it was a team sport and mostly just went to make sandwiches. Laf isn’t speaking to any of us right now. Oops?
>That. Sounds. Amazing.
As Carrie pulls into the garage, John slides his phone into his pocket, giving in to the urge to grin. Alyssa leans over, thumping her shoulder against his.
Part two of a three part standalone!
(Maybe four part? Maybe five part? We’ll see how the next few days and their writing exercises go~)
(Also, shh, standalones totally work that way)
This is a continuation, of sorts, to the Lafayette standalone I last posted, in which he runs into Alexander after having missed him for so long~ This one’s Hercules and his experience with it~
Laurens should be up in the next day-or-two, given that I’ve got most of it typed and just have to work out a few problematic spots.
(why oh why do we live in a day and age where text messaging is such a prevalent form of communication?! it’s atrocious to figure out how to format for fic!)
Again, please refer to my general disclaimer and my FDL disclaimer in regards to how nothing here is mine except for the writing~
-In Which Hercules Reconnects With His Alexander-
“Come to the park, he says. You can’t play video games on a day this pretty, he says,” Hercules grumbles, looking around the area again for his friend. “And so here I am, and where is he? Off chasing butterflies or something, I bet.”
Hercules huffs a bit and pulls his cell out.
-im at the statue. where the hell are you?-
He’s not sure what response he’s expecting- when it comes to Laf, there’s roughly an equal chance it will be an apology for whatever has delayed him or some preposterous story about building a dandelion fort with elves.
The picture he gets in response, captioned simply with a “Look what I found at the hill~” leaves him hurrying that way, though. It’s bright, sun behind them and catching the lens just enough to make them glow, and Laf’s laughing in it, face smushed against Alex’s.
Alex’s! Alex, who is not only at the hill with Lafayette, but laughing!
When he first disappeared on them, they handled it pretty well. They only freaked out a little bit, and were rewarded for their cool headedness by Alex reappearing about a week later, roughed up and tired and flitting between overly clingy and twitching away from them. The first family he’d been placed with just hadn’t worked out, he said, and leaving them had been rocky enough that he hadn’t been able to call. When he got placed with the second family, he only disappeared for a couple of days.
So, when the second place bombed so spectacularly, when Alex called Hercules in angry tears to tell him about it, to warn him that he might be out of touch for a few days while things settled, they were prepared for the silence.
And silence they certainly got.
And more of it. And more of it. And more of it. No calls or texts. No emails, no IMs, no sign of Alexander anywhere. All of their attempts to reach him either bounced back or remained unread, unanswered.
When school started back up, Alex wasn’t even on any roll calls, skipped over and absent. He was just completely gone. The first week had been rough, each of them holding their breath and hoping… until finally Laurens had broken down and gone to the counselor, sobbing to her. Not that it did a lot for him. All that came of that was a reassurance- a few days later, even- that Alexander was okay, just being homeschooled, and--- no, John--- she couldn’t give him any more information than that.
She’d at least been sympathetic as she told them, “When Alexander’s ready to talk, I’m sure he’ll get in touch with you guys.”
And that had been that.
The whole damned school year had passed and there’d been no word from him. And now? Here he was, just hanging out with Lafayette at the park like nothing had happened?
By the time he gets to the hill, Herc’s worked up a good solid anger. He can feel all of the past year’s frustrations rolling around inside of him, ready to bubble over and make themselves known. That goes away, though, the instant Alexander spots him.
Alex spots him, and he lights up. And he looks good. The sort of good that leaves Herc thinking he looks better than he’s ever seen him look before.
He’s grinning and laughing, looking alive. Looking like he’s glad to be alive, even.
Instead of yelling, like he thought he might, Herc laughs a little bit and scoops Alex up, hugging as hard as he can. He’s a little worried he won’t be able to convince himself to let go.
“Don’t you ever, ever disappear like that again, asshole,” Hercules says, finally releasing Alex.
Alex responds by pressing immediately back in, face against Herc’s chest, promising, “I’ll try, I’ll try.”
“The Hell you been?” Hercules asks, flopping down next to Lafayette, who’s lounging smugly.
Alex makes a face, sitting down by him, arm knocking against his, “The last family was weird about non-homeschooled friends. Like, way weird.”
Before Herc can work up an outburst- maybe about where that family can shove it, or maybe about how he’s obviously not there now- Lafayette speaks up, “But the important thing is that our Alexander is no longer with them. Instead, he is getting settled in at a new home.”
“How much do they suck?” Hercules asks, suspicious. If they’re why Alex hasn’t said anything, he’s not sure what he’ll do, but he’ll do something. He is sure of that much.
“They don’t, actually?” Alex answers, sounding almost like he wants to believe himself, and maybe already does.
“Oh, yeah?” Herc asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I--- actually, hold on.” Alex holds up a finger, jumping up and half walking half jogging to a guy who’s sitting with a dog, wrestling a bit with it.
He can hear Alex, faintly as he speaks quietly to the guy, “D’you want to---”
Laf interrupts his eavesdropping, though. “He has been trying so hard to pretend like he is not curious as to what Alexander is doing, who I am. It is kind of adorable, actually,” Laf says, voice low and pressed against his ear.
Herc raises an eyebrow at him, tilts his head to look at the guy, considering.
“Oui. And Alex was not tense about him, when he told me about him? I think this might be a good thing, no?”
Herc doesn’t answer, but only because the guy’s hauled himself up and is ambling their way alongside Alex. The dog pulls loose, barrels into Herc’s lap.
“Tobi!” the guy shouts, blushing a little.
Tobi’s response is to shove her tongue up Hercules’ nostril. Laf and Alex burst into laughter at the same time, while the guy looks horrified. Herc picks her up gently, making a face at her, and sets her down on the ground beside him.
“I am so sorry!” the guy is babbling, “She’s usually polite. I know she has better manners than that, I don’t know-”
“S’no problem,” Hercules says, standing up to shake the guy’s hand. “I’m Hercules Mulligan.”
The guy’s caught off guard, but only for a moment. He’s quick to take Herc’s hand, and when he does he grins. His whole face crinkles with it. “Lin-Manuel Miranda. Nice to meet you. That’s a seriously awesome name.”
Alex groans a little bit to the side of him, shaking his head, but before he can speak, Lafayette bounces up, leaning into Herc as he extends his own hand, “Lafayette Marquis!”
Alex butts in that time, blushing a bit and clearing his throat, stammers out, “So, yeah. Lin, these are my friends. Guys, this is Lin? He and his wife are fostering me.”
“It is really, really great to meet you guys!” Lin says, almost chirping. He’s beaming again.
Hercules can see where Alex is coming from with the hope that this one might go better than the last ones. He’s kind of hoping it will, too.
“So, what are you guys up to, today?” Lin asks, smiling some more at them. “We’re supposed to start working on Alex’s room later, want to come help us paint and stuff?”
Alex looks at him, surprise written all over his face, and Herc nods emphatically and immediately, “We would love to.”
Lin’s smile, it turns out, is pretty damned infectious.
Hoorah! Another writing exercise! This one is a mix of Tuesday and Wednesday’s exercises?
I’d been hesitant to post, because the scene (from Alex’s POV) is currently a Big One in the Thing I’m working on, so seeing it from Laf’s POV might be too spoilery?
But then I realized I love it too much and Laf was too much fun and also I have no timeframe for the Big Thing, so pfft. Post it!
I’ve got errands to run, but hope to get the next part of this, which switches to Hercules’ POV, up tonight. Today’s writing exercise is going to be Laurens’ POV in the part that comes aaafter Herc’s POV.
So, whoo?
Again, please refer to my general disclaimer and my FDL verse disclaimer, whoo!
(Also, in this, being Laf’s POV, I wanted a lot to be in French, but it was more than I readily trust Translate Services with, and also I didn’t want to leave the audience going “hoo, well, let’s go see what that meant” for the entirety, so I bolded/italicized the stuff that’s French, shh it works)
-In Which Lafayette Reconnects With His Alexander-
It’s a perfect day. The sun is out, the breeze is gentle, and the temperature is just right. It’s every movie cliche that ever made him fall in love with New York City when he was younger and far more impressionable. He’s stretched out in the grass, lounging a bit before he has to meet up with Hercules at the statue. He’s humming a bit, contemplating the summer that lies ahead of them, not worrying about high school yet.
Something catches his attention- when he revisits the moment for Laurens’ benefit later on, he’s not even sure what it is. Perhaps it’s the dog’s yapping, so different than the bigger barks from the larger dogs. Or maybe it’s the sound of the man laughing, holding nothing back so that it rings out and almost echoes around the park. Maybe it isn’t anything at all, though. Maybe something just comes over him, compels him to look over.
Whatever it is, Lafayette glances down the pathway and freezes. There, walking a small dog in the company of a man laughing full-heartedly, is his Alexander. His breath catches and he almost can’t find his words.
His Alexander, who has been missing from their lives for so long now- a whole year of school with no way to know where he was or how he was.
He’s grabbed his bag and is running toward them before he can even think on it, calling out loudly, “My Alexander! My Alexander! My little lion!”
Alex turns toward him immediately, abandoning his conversation with the man. He makes a most unflattering, yet highly hilarious, face; his hands come up to flail inelegantly in the air.
“Lafayette!” Alex manages, bracing himself as Lafayette collides with him.
The hug is almost violent- tight and shaky, both of them laughing too loudly into the other. Lafayette finds his footing and lifts, twirling Alex around for a moment. When he sets him down, Alex tries to lift him, which results in the two of them crashing to the ground.
When they manage to sit up, Lafayette fixes him with the sternest look he can muster.
“My Alexander! Where have you been? We have been so worried about you, my love!”
“Ugh, God, I’m sorry! The Millers- the, uh, last family? They were crazy weird. Like, the homeschooling was fine and all, but they wouldn’t let us talk to anyone outside of their weird homeschool groups, and no phones and our internet time was monitored even…” Alex says, burying his face on Laf’s shoulder.
Lafayette lifts his face gently, looking at him intently, “They sound like a cult. Were they a cult, Alexander? Are you okay?!”
“No, no. Not a cult. Just… strict. They were. I don’t know. Not great, but better than-”
“Yes, well, anything is better than the others, dearest.”
“True. It, uh, didn’t end well. I will tell you all about it. Sometime, though.”
“Of course, dearest. You’re here now! That’s the important thing! Why have you not gotten in touch with us yet? Is he stopping you?” Lafayette turns to eye the man suspiciously.
“No! No!” Alex exclaims, turning to look at the man, too. He’s crouched down playing with the dog near them, clearly trying to look nonchalant and uninterested. And failing. “No, Lin, he and his wife, they are amazing. So far.”
“Then why have you remained so silent, my Alexander?” Lafayette asks.
Alex bites his lip for just a moment before hiding his face in Laf’s shoulder again, and all Lafayette can do is can do is run his hand through his hair and wait on his nerves to calm. His poor Alexander, so high strung, so tense. Lafayette would change the stars in the sky if it would help rewrite his tragedies.
Finally, Alex mutters his response, right into Lafayette’s neck, “I was embarassed. I just. I just disappeared! For a whole year! I missed so much! I figured... “
“What did you figure, my lion?” Laf prompts as Alex stutters out.
“I figured you all had moved on, or forgotten me, or hated me, or-”
“Alexander! Never!”
“Yeah, but it was easier to keep the memories, rather than risk…”
Lafayette shushes him, clutching him closer, even closer. He take a moment- just a moment- to think of his poor lonely Alexander, so scared of losing everyone. He pushes aside the indignation at the thought of Alex thinking so little of them- he knows that’s not how Alex’s fears intended to paint them. After a few seconds, he shifts, holding Alexander away so that he can look into his face, keep eye contact. He switches to English so that Alexander will get the full effect with no chance for misunderstanding.
“My Alexander, my dearest. No matter what happens, no matter where any of us should go or how long we should be there, we are constants to each other. You will always, always have me. And Hercules. And Laurens. And we, Alexander, wish to always have you, my dearest.”
Alex blushes brilliantly, looking down and nodding. Lafayette laughs the tiniest bit, then a bit harder, pulling Alex close to him, “Oh, Alexander. John Laurens is going to be so livid with me when he finds out I am here with you and he is stuck in South Carolina.”
Alex lets out a wet laugh, wiping his eyes, and grins a bit. “I’ve missed you guys, Laf.”
“So much, Alexander,” Laf agrees, beaming.
Before he can continue his thought, his phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. “Ooh! Hercules! I completely forgot about him! Here, let us answer his text message, yes?”
He pulls his phone out, flipping the camera around and beaming into it. Alex laughs, loosening up a bit, and Laf is pretty sure he will cherish the photo he sends to Hercules for a long time to come.
So??? I’m really pleased that people seemed to like that bit I posted??? Especially since it’s a relief to finally get something out and fully functional. It’s been a year or two, eesh.
I am in the process of writing more- working on hammering a large-ish story out and also using the ‘verse and one other as writing exercises~
I hope to post them semi-regularly... I want to say daily, but I always shoot myself in the foot when I try daily things. Plus, I’m not sure today’s writing will be posted until the bigger thing is, as it kind of spoils something that- at the moment- is a Big Scene... it might just be a Big Scene because I have so few real scenes figured out, but it might end up a Big Scene in the long run... not sure.
But, regardless! If you’ve any prompts- in any sort of ‘verse whatsoever, with any sort of pairings whatsoever (I can literally be talked into shipping anything - and by talked into I mean “you say the pairing and generally my eyes glaze over and I can see it” because I’m a ship-fanatic?)... feel free to toss them my way! They might make for great exercises and get answered? :D ?
You for sure are! I’m working on a much larger piece focusing on Alex, but there are quite a few pieces from various POV’s that I’ve been playing with that aren’t going to be reworkable to fit in that piece? So, standalones! Hoorah? :D ?
