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I debated putting an excerpt from the Lust Conquers All fic but instead I decided to put one from one of the things I haven’t mentioned anywhere before. This one’s from a (probably?) one or two shot wip set at the next team auction after the series ended and as always I haven’t edited anything yet
(Also trigger warning that it references Jamie’s trauma from his Amsterdam trip with his dad)
That 1st NaNoWriMo Week
Oh my god, what a marathon this has been.
I’m just going to share my first week in twitter screen captures.
Despite the insanity, I wrote 16,282 words for Taking Flight in seven days! I wrote an additional 1,788 words for a Gift Fic, and 1,092 words on an auction fic, and 2,770 on a random plot bunny.
So I wrote 21,932 words in the first seven days of NaNoWriMo.
This is very hard to for me to sustain, but I will do my best in the second week. Good luck everyone!
NaNoWriMo Day 2
Day 1 was included in my Friday Fic Update. I did 3,022 words on Taking Flight, and 1,088 for a Gift Fic. It helped that I participated in a Word Sprint with a NaNo group on Twitter, so thank goodness for challenges like that! I was at a bit of a slog for both fics, but I pushed through and found my rhythm eventually.
I am doing my best to get in bigger numbers now, because I know I’ll hit some road bumps this month, particularly that last week with the US holiday. So I’ve been plugging away whenever I get the chance to do so!
Today, I did 2,343 words on Taking Flight, and 1,092 words on my piece for the Mark Gatiss Birthday Auction. Both stories are coming easily right now, though I was writing piecemeal throughout the day.
Tomorrow I should have just enough time to write 1,667 words, but I’m not sure I’ll get beyond that. Busy day!
I hope all my fellow NaNoWriMo writers are comfortable with where they’re at! Good luck everyone!
Cheers,
Vulpes
Six Sentence Sunday
Working on 2 timestamps, for 2 different fics.
Fic #1 (What Doesn't Kill You):
Eventually, Phil jerks his head up. "For God's sake!" he snaps. "I have never in my life seen two people have unresolved sexual tension AFTER they've started having sex. Has it occurred to you two that this isn't working? Or that you need to find a different approach?"
Clint's coffee cup is stopped - frozen - midway from the table to his mouth; beside him, Natasha's also gone still.
Fic #2 (Falling Off the Face of the Earth):
When he steps into what looks like some kind of old laboratory, he doesn't see them right away. But then he hears a small noise, like a boot scraping on the floor, and he turns and squints into a dim corner. As his eyes adjust, he sees it's Bucky, sitting on the floor with a bleeding Clint in his arms. He has one hand snaked protectively around Clint, the fingers of his hand resting gently on the pulse-point on Clint's neck, the other hand is shaking as it points a gun at Steve.
"Buck, it's okay," Steve says, raising his hands slowly. "it's me."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
HOLY SHIT IT’S FINALLY FINISHED EVERYBODY DRINK
I’m sure as fuck going to later. I present to you all the extremely overdue 2017 FTH Johncroft fic. There are floggers but no sex. I am as surprised by this as you are, dear reader.
FTH 2018--Scattered Like Lines
Big thanks to @fandomtrumpshate for running the auction again and to @alxdiamond for bidding on me!
The title comes from Sir Sly’s Witches
Summary: Ex-military Stiles Stilinski has found work as an assassin. He's good at his job and comes highly recommended, which is why it's a surprise for him when a woman claiming to be married to the prince of a tiny island nation hires him to follow her husband.Things are not as they seem, and Stiles just may not be able to complete this job.
Excerpt:
Stiles paused in the doorway, the bag from Andie’s Bar and Grill swinging from the crook of his arm.
The blonde currently in his chair smirked at him.
“Who are you?” he asked, pretending that it didn’t bother him that 1) she had obviously let herself in when he wasn’t here and 2) she had touched nearly everything in his office. Several knick-knacks were askew and out of place from where Stiles had left them.
“Kate Argent,” the blonde said, offering her hand in a way that was meant to force Stiles to kiss it. He ignored it in favor of putting his sandwich into the full sized refrigerator he used to store medicines and spare blood in case of emergencies.
“Argent,” Stiles said thoughtfully, still ignoring her outstretched hand.
Kate dropped it with a huff. “My father is the ambassador to Lýkos.”
“Oh yes, Gerard Argent. I know him.” Stiles perched on the edge of his desk and deliberately reached past her to pull out a binder with her father’s file. “Had me do a simple recon and then never paid me.” He snapped it shut. “Why should I help you?”
Kate smiled, pulling out an envelope folded over. She flipped it open to show him a stack of bills. “Is this incentive enough?” she asked.
Stiles feigned disinterest, but a quick peek revealed that there was more than his usual fee in there. Kate was posturing by paying Gerard’s bill.
“All I want you to do is follow someone,” Kate said. She dropped the envelope onto Stiles’ desk and stood up, smoothing down her pencil skirt and straightening her blazer. “The information is in the envelope. If you choose to accept the job, my number is in there. If you don’t take the job, I’ll be back in a few days to collect it.”
She left, the door slamming behind her.
Stiles waited a half an hour, during which he ate his lunch and checked his email, before he picked up the envelope. As promised, Kate’s phone number, a burner cell, was inside along with double his usual rate. She was serious about paying off her father’s debt.
Stiles tapped his fingers, deciding.
Money wasn’t tight right now because he’d just done a three-month job and his client was more reliable than Gerard, but a bit extra before he had to go underground again would be nice.
He sighed, jumping up to pace. Pacing helped with things. So did jerking off, but Stiles wasn’t particularly in the mood for that right now. A few minutes later, he was back at the desk, counting the money again.
Fifteen thousand.
All of Gerard’s payment and half of Kate’s. If Stiles took Kate’s job, he’d get the other half of payment after completion.
Stiles hated dealing with the Argents, but Kate seemed to be avoiding her father’s dickhead moves. Even if she screwed him, he still had fifteen thousand.
Stiles called her number.
“I’m taking it,” he said when she answered in a hushed whisper. Then, he hung up. Whatever else she needed to tell him, she could do at a later date.
Right now, it was best if they avoided each other for a few days.
Check out the rest of the story on AO3!
Sources:
1st Derek
1st Stiles
Kate
2nd Derek
2nd Stiles
Cover created with Microsoft Word ® and Paintbox ®
Holy shit, I'm actually writing. This is my long, long overdue fth fic. I guess I just needed a new notebook and some glitter gel pens.
FTH Story Posted!
Major thanks to @fandomtrumpshateofferings for running an awesome auction I got to participate in. And big thanks to my bidder for bearing with me while I whiffle-waffled over what to write. I finally got something drummed out.
It’s not in the mainstream pairing--it wouldn’t have been whatever I chose to write.
But, I think it turned out well.
It’s dark. So, heed the tags and don’t forget, your back button works wonders, as does the little red X in the corner.
To Teeth and Claws and Slamming Doors on AO3.
Thanks to all who made this story possible and to those who take a chance on reading it.
1989dreamer out
