oh an apiary fic for wip wednesday!? I'll have to go superbat apiary then, please?
“It’s a form of asexuality or aromanticism, according to some of the activists I interviewed during that goddamn appalling uptick in hate crimes we had last summer,” Lois says. “Means someone can only experience secondary sexual attraction, so they need to have an emotional bond with someone before they can find them sexually or romantically attractive, depending on which version it is. They said something about the split-attraction model, I think? Less sure about that part.”
“Isn’t everyone like that?” Clark asks distractedly, then pauses and thinks–maybe that’s something he should be thinking a little bit more about, actually, or like . . . feeling something about, maybe? But also Bruce still doesn’t want his baby, so no, never mind, he’ll care about that later.
“. . . no, honey, but let’s put a pin in that conversation for when you’re feeling a little calmer,” Lois says.
i am not good at writing prompts, but how about something with the idea of inevitability? (this is so vague and i am sorry lol)
This prompt slaps no need to apologize. Also I turned this into something about a pair of platonic soulmates bc I’m a huge sap at my core. Also also this is not a ten and donna fic but also It’s not not a ten and donna fic ya know
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“Do you believe in fate?”
She shifts from her position of being sprawled over the arm of the couch into something that sort of resembles sitting up, mostly so she can gain enough leverage to poke him in the thigh with her foot. “What, are we at that point in the night where we start discussing weird philosophical questions? I had no idea it was anywhere near that late.”
He slumps further into the other end of the couch with a bit of a hum, and swats off her next attempt to poke him in the side. “It’s only 9 o’clock, but I am at the level of tiredness that it may as well be 3am.”
She’s agrees with the sentiment, for it had been a wonderfully exhausting day. Basically all of the days since she (re)-met him have been that way, them scrambling for hours with some grand adventure only to find themselves reticent to actually properly go to bed once it’s over. She thinks she would rather like to live the rest of her life this way, even if she never a decent amount of sleep again. Who needs it. “And, what, the sleepier you get the more you want to discuss the Big Ideas? You’re just like Grandad.”
“Your grandad’s a lovely fellow, I’m honored by the comparison. And you haven’t answered the question.”
With a huff, she tells him, “Sorry, mate, but if you’re going to be demanding answers from me right now, I’m going to need you to grab me a cup of tea. Actually, wait, no, I’ll go get it. For all your talents , you can’t make a decent cuppa to save your life. Literally, during that one thing.”
As she gets up, he shoots her a grin. “So you admit that I do have talents. Also, make a cup for me too?”
She flips him the bird and refuses to look back as she heads to the kitchenette, and he calls out, “You’re an angel!,” knowing full well that she always brings him a mug as well. Then, after a beat, he trails after her, because why would he spend the next six or so minutes alone when he can instead lean his head on her shoulder and press up against her side. She gives him a patronizing pat on the head, but leans in as well, enjoying the warmth against the slight chill of the night air.
They’re silent as the kettle boils, and as their tea steeps, enjoying the various buzzes and beeps on an environment that’s never truly quiet. They settle down into some chairs, and she immediately positions herself so she can place her feet in his lap. She never thought of herself as clingy before, but when you’ve been lonely for years, you tend to take every moment of togetherness that you can get. Plus, when they’re not touching in some way, one of them tends to get themselves in trouble. After a few sips of tea, she’s feels as she’s back to a level of cognizance where she can ask, “Why fate? Why not some more light-hearted fare like ‘what happens to us after we die?’ or ‘is there some sort of higher power out there or are we all just muckin’ about hoping for the best?’”
He pauses for a moment, much more considering of his words than usual. It speaks to how tired he must be. “I dunno. I suppose I was just thinking about how, despite incredible odds against it, we met twice, and how I feel this sense that the universe is bringing us together. And, well, I don’t know how I feel about fate, and I hoped your opinions on the matter might clarify some things for me. After all, speaking with you is the closest I can get to speaking with a better version of myself.”
“Ugh. Sap.”
He snorts into his mug “Like you’re any better. You cried the first time I called you my best friend.”
“I don’t think I asked you, actually, and you cried when I told you the same thing, so shut up. And, I guess to answer the fate thing I don’t quite know either. I think I believe in something like fate, but that’s not quite the right term.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, fate or destiny or whatnot seems a bit too. Extreme? There’s too much predestination to them, not enough free will, and I don’t think every little thing we do is already written in the stars or whatnot. I think we do have choices to make, and that those choices matter, and that things won’t turn out the same no matter what. But, I also think that there’s something, sometimes. I agree that there’s this sense of the universe bringing us together, and I don’t think it was something so banal as simply incredibly good luck. I Think I believe in something more akin to, I dunno, inevitability.
I mean, sure, there’s death, taxes, the like but. The best way I can describe it is that when I first met you, or, not when I first met you, that was a while fiasco, but the first time we laughed together, I remember rather distinctly thinking Finally. Finally I’ve met the person that I was always supposed to meet. Like no matter what, no matter where we were, if we had been born in different times or different places, we were going to spend at least some of our lives together. Like it was, well, inevitable. Does that make sense?”
“I think it makes perfect sense. And I like to think that you’re right, that some things are always going to happen, especially us. I can’t imagine a universe where I never get to meet you. I don’t think it’s one I’d survive.”
“I get exactly what you mean.”
He raises his mug, and asks, “To inevitability?”
She beams, and clinks her mug against his. “To inevitability.”
3. What is your favorite/least favorite part about writing?
Favorite part: publishing that bitch. My sins are there for all to see on AO3 now, ya ain’t gonna stop me. (I’m BornofFlame there)
Least favorite part: asking my sister to beta- I always feel so awkward. Or when I write a sentence and then rewrite the same sentence less than a paragraph later, that’s aggravating.
4. Do you have any writing habits/rituals?
Yes, I sacrifice my sleeping schedule before I open up a google document. Also, I kid you not, I will turn on a bunch of Thomas Sanders old vine compilations and listen to it while I’m typing. There’s just something about his voice, he could read audiobooks for a great living, but I just use the vines. (and they’re quotable)
47. Single or dual/multi POV?
For fanfic, I prefer multi POV, especially for one shots. My novel is in single POV, for more hijinks
“Too bad,” she says breathlessly. “It’s bigger than yours. Nice and fat.”
“I know, that’s why I wanna use it,” Bart says, looking disgruntled. His hips blur, crackling and electric again, and he tightens his grip on Kon’s hair and hooks his free hand under his jaw roughly. Not that it’ll feel rough to Kon, obviously, but Cassie likes the way it looks anyway. When Bart has the option to really let loose at full-speed–well, she likes how he acts for that, too.
Summary: Marinette and Nino always figured that magical superhero adventures were things that happened to other people. It turns out magical superhero adventures were not just things that happened to other people. They also happened to Nino and Marinette.
Tags: Kwami Swap // Ladybug!Nino // cat!Marinette // moth!adrien // Tags Subject to Change // Humor // we think were think funny
