#carmine writes

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CHAPTER TWO BABEYYY!!!

—> https://archiveofourown.org/works/55098904/chapters/200169346#workskin

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A while back, I saw a post about writing therapy. Essentially, it recommended not writing, not even thinking about writing for a while, until you’re hungering for it, and then just a short timed session.

I was hungering for it today, and here’s ten minute’s worth of a Bannon and Clare wip.

“Who was this guy?”

Emma sipped the tepid tea she’d been given and considered the question. Through the office window, she could see Archibald rapidly sorting through police reports, pale with grief and rage. “Ludo was…” The shift of social roles over the past century made this both easier and harder to explain. “These days, we’d likely call him a friend. When he died… he was important to both of us.”

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006/007, coffee shop au? pretty please?

Chang eyed the chalkboard skeptically. “Usually, ‘your barista is gay and single’ signs are for men much younger than me.”

Francoise handed him a piece of paper with a phone number on it and nodded to a smiling bald man at the corner table, “And yet, it still works.”

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You requested prompts, so here goes! How about something to do with "stars", featuring Octavius/Jedediah from NatM?

Thanks anon!

In Their Multitudes

“Itseems a shame,” Octavius said, his voice unusually soft, “that we can never seethe stars.”

“Sureis,” Jedediah agreed, twining his fingers with Octavius’. Even on the clearestnights, the lights of the city drowned out most of the night sky. It sent apang through Jedediah’s chest when he glanced out a window and saw the stretchof blank black.

TheHayden Sphere wasn’t a night on the prairie, but it was something. Stretchedout on a blanket with his partner, watching the projected stars slowly rotatearound the dome, was a lot more than something.

“Course,”Jed continued, “I can make you see stars any time.”

AndOctavius snorted out a laugh, but didn’t move away when Jedediah rolled on topof him and kissed him.

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i havent reached this arc yet but 3 or 15 with sanji and pudding?

3.“I don’t want your pity, I want your absence.” Little bit of fudging, but eh

There is pretty much no way to write Pudding without massive, massive spoilers for the arc

“Ihate you. So much.”

Thestatement lacked bite, sitting in the Thousand Sunny’s kitchen in her tatteredwedding gown, drinking the blackest, bitterest, most delicious tea she’d evertasted, but not saying it felt too much like she was conceding… something.Pudding couldn’t put her finger on what.

“You’rea pervert. And a moron. And—will you stop giving me food?!”

Sanjipaused, plate in hand. “I’m sorry. You don’t like pasties?”

“Whyare you being nice to me?” She snatched a pasty off the plate, shaking it inhis face. “I tried to kill you!”

“Thathappens a lot,” Sanji said, casually enough that Pudding knew it was true.“Besides, you helped us get out.”

Puddingscowled; she couldn’t explain to herself anymore than she could to theStrawhats why she’d guided them out of Totto Land, or why she hadn’t disembarkedwhen they’d passed Cacao Island. Once they’d passed the last Tarte, Luffy hadjust stared at her, nodded, and declared her third eye “soooo coooooool” before demanding meat, and that was that.

Itfelt way too easy.

“Idon’t want your pity,” she said.

Sanjiblinked. “You never had it.”

Itwas so simple, so earnest, and Pudding panicked and shoved the whole pasty inher mouth so she wouldn’t have to respond. Sanji flushed, his face taking onwhat she recognized as his ‘You are the cutest, most wonderful woman in theworld’ expression, before he shook himself and gestured to the tray he’d beenarranging.

“I’mgoing to give Nami-swan, Carrot-chan, and those other assholes their snacks.Let me know if there’s anything you’d like.” And he was out of the kitchen, hissteps maybe a touch more hurried than usual.

Puddingsank into a chair at the dining table, her heart fluttering. Somehow, knowing thathe knew what she was and was still completely sincere… she didn’t know how tohandle him anymore.

I want you to go away and stop making mefeel things.

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one of ur ocs and D?

Ok, so since I have never, ever spoken about these guys on here (and can I say I am both pleased and flustered you asked for my OCs), I’m gonna give a very brief summary of exactly who these two are:

Clarissa Sciacca, daughter of assassins - one of whom is a canon character from the Bannon and Clare books - and local vigilante, mostly out of boredom, and Walter Thorne, academic who wants to study the darker aspects of the supernatural and Clarissa’s eventual suitor. They meet when she saves his life. They live in an alternate Victorian Britain where magic and science clash heads quite a bit but mostly people are trying to get on with their lives.

And now: fic: “Subtle Kindnesses”

Itperhaps spoke of Walter’s growing ease with the changes in his life that he wasstill awake and unphased when Miss Sciacca walked into his rooms unannounced,her black curls in disarray, at two in the morning, muttering curses under herbreath.

“MissSciacca, always a pleasure.” He stood quickly, offering  her the more comfortable of his shabbychairs.

“Mr.Thorne.” She settled in the chair with a sigh. “I apologize for the late hour,but I needed a rest before I made my way home.”

“Youknow you’re always welcome.” Walter checked the teapot, frowning at thetepidness of the drink. “Tea will just be a minute. What brings you out at thishour?”

“Idioti,” was the flat reply. “Somesmugglers lost control of the hellhounds they’d summoned to protect theirwarehouse. There wasn’t much left of them by the time I arrived, but at least Ikept the hounds from getting out.”

“Goodshow.” Fresh cup of tea in hand, Walter turned back to his guest only to stopshort. Miss Sciacca had her skirts hitched up and was examining a long scrapedown her calf; Walter felt his face flushing and focused on the tired annoyanceon her face rather than the exposed length of olive skin. “Ah, Miss Sciacca?Are you all right?”

Shemade a small noise and dropped her skirts back down. “It’s nothing. Thank youfor asking, Mr. Thorne.”

Walterpressed the cup into her hands. “I, ah, I have bandages, if you…”

“Youare a dear. Thank you.” She breathed in the steam from the tea, some tensionmelting from her body even as she fixed him with a fond look. “You don’t needto do all this, you know.”

“Allwhat?”

Asmile quirked her lips. “Dolce,” shemurmured, then, at a normal volume, “the bandages, Mr. Thorne. And please, callme Clarissa.”

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damn ok i knew I was writing a character experiencing Some Kind Of subdrop but after briefly looking up definitions and people's personal experiences it uh. turns out I was writing it even more than I previously believed

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[trying to write a silly crack fic idea] WHY IS HE SO UPSET