#gingerwrites

[fakegingerrights]

The feeling of someone actually liking your fics that you've long abandoned is so strange.

Those are relics of a bygone era.

STOP PAWING THROUGH MY TRASH

[ginger-danica-snapps]

A drabble with manipulation. No time or planning to continue the drabble, but couldn't get it out of my head without putting it down on paper. I'll eventually add it to my short collection on AO3.

Sansa stood before the heart tree and sighed.

She looked down at her dress and pulled her cloak tighter around her. Her head was already aching from the steel pins embedded with rubies stuck all over her piled upon hair that was twisted and turned with coils and ribbons.

The valyrian steel knife was tucked into the silk belt at her side. She felt Ghost saddle closer to her as the wind picked up even more. She turned her head as the chill crept down her spine to meet Bran's, or whoever it was inside of him, eyes.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" She murmured quietly.

"Yes. We were not prepared and the downfall started where you must go," the response was succinct but Sansa still could not bear to not argue one last time.

"If I succeed, Jon very well might not be born," she murmured.

"Then it will be another, but in this time, we have lost. Now, go make another song and see if it is right," Bran responded immediately.

Sansa nodded finally and walked to the heart tree as she had previously been instructed. She laid her hand to the side of the face and yelped when it felt as if the tree bit her. Blood began to pour from her palm as sap trapped her to the tree.

Blood and sap combined to pour down the white bark in stuttering rivers of red, trapping where the pieces were cracking and pooling into the opened mouth carving of the face.

Sansa felt her heart twist and she buried her hand in Ghost's fur and prayed he truly traveled with her. No longer did she doubt as her body felt as if it was being torn in a million pieces.

Looking back one last time, her mouth quirked as a simple, flighty though crossed her mind. She glanced down at Ghost and then to the summer silk beneath her heavy coat.

The vivid and deep color shine against her paler skin and her eyes closed as she felt herself collapse.

Moments, but year before, they opened again in the sunlit courtyard of a place she'd sworn never to return. Her head rested upon Ghost's belly and she struggled to stand before noticing the woman, several years her senior, standing wide eyed looking at her. She had the oddest feeling she had just appeared in front of them

Sansa felt her heart take courage from the fact she now stood beneath a heart tree where there had not been one years ahead of her now. She could feel the old gods eyes burning into her back and the sun burning down onto her hair. She allowed the cloak to fall from her shoulders.

Her eyes drifted to a man, younger than the woman, with hair long and silver like the mad dragon queen's had been, a patch over one eye.

Her lips quirked in the irony of what she felt as her path forward began to form.

Green was always her best color.

[renon4224]

So, timeline problem. Love Letters is the sequel to The Dragon-Touched Girl, LL is 200 years in the future of TDTG book, but it's the same world?

Post Love Letters first anyways

Post TDTG first

Meld LL with TDTG then post

Voting ended onAug 9, 2023

By the way, TDTG is written with @fakegingerrights, and two others I can't name, so....

[zoloftandzelda]

Really wanna lose weight. My goal is to lose 30lbs for now. I really wanna feel better about myself and get healthier. Sometimes I don't even want to eat and I have to make myself. I'd rather have something bad for me. I'm tired of feeling this way.

[gingerwritess]

submitted by @pandacookieowo:

I promised.

This is not what I wanted to do but I needed to figure out in my head how Elliot looks first. More coming your way. But... Just... Look at him....

It's a baybey... 😭❤

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

IM NOT CRYING IM NOT CRYING

yeah i’m crying

BABY BOY. BABY. B A B EEEEY. ugh lil BABY BLUE STOP IT THIS IS TOO GOOD.

THANK YOU SO MUCH WTF I DONT DESERVE THIS

[mooncat163]

Excerpt: Loki’s Find

Lyssa’s shoulders shook at the sound of his voice but she didn’t raise her head. Loki sat down, cross legged, waiting. After what seemed an eternity, she sat up, leaning her head back against the wall.

She swiped at the tears on her face, then drew a deep breath. Loki could see that her hands were shaking.

“I d-didn’t mean to disobey,” she whispered, softly. “I misjudged...I meant to be outside the stall, not in here with Sleipnir.”

“Are you hurt?” Loki asked, still not touching her.

“I’ve skinned my knees,” she replied. “Am I to be punished?”

“Considering the circumstances,” Loki responded, slowly. “I think your skinned knees are punishment enough, don’t you?

She nodded slightly, eyes still closed. After a moment, she moved to lay herself across his lap, her arms circling his bent knee, and her head on his leg.

“I’m beginning to believe that you s-should have left me behind when you had the chance,” she told him, before sobs took her again. “So much trouble.”

Loki started picking straw from her hair, not saying anything for several minutes.

“That deserves punishment,” he finally replied. “And where would that leave Asny?”

“I scared our child,” Lyssa said, miserably. “I heard her scream.”

@gingerwritess — what do you think? 😬

[fakegingerrights]

Bloody knees and bruised cheeks

[Crosshair brainrot go brrrrr. TW: Alcohol, bar fights, questionable attitudes towards cloning, blood and broken glass. And Crosshair being a flirt in his own way. Crosshair x gn!Reader]

“This seat taken, Sunshine?” The obviously drunk man’s breath hot on your cheek as he leaned in far too close for comfort.

“It is.” You bit back, glancing nervously at the bartender and hoping he’d get the creep off you. You knew your boyfriend had said he might be running late, but an hour and a half was pushing it.

“Well, I don’t see a name on it. Lemme buy you a drink.” The man cajoled, swirling his own cheap beer in his glass.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You leaned as far away as the barstool let you without tipping over. “I’m waiting for someone. And he wouldn’t like you hovering like this.”

“Is that a threat, Sweetcheeks?” The man growled, leaning even farther into your space. A cold voice snarled behind him, sending a ripple through you as you turned back to look at the newcomer.

“Yes.” Crosshair snarled, standing there in all his dusty and carbon stained, red and black armored glory as he placed himself between you and the drunk.

“That’s what you’re waiting for? A labgrown meat droid? I should take you home anyways and show you how a real man fucks.” The drunk slurred, lurching to his feet and squaring up to Crosshair. Cross didn’t budge, but you could tell he was too tired for this.

“She’s not going anywhere with you.” Crosshair’s voice was flat and cold, a hard promise. The drunk snarled, smashing his glass of half full beer against Crosshair’s pauldron, shattering it and sending shards everywhere. As soon as Cross was in the clear for self defense he grabbed the drunk and had him pinned on the bar.

“Care to-“

“Corascant guard is already on the way. Uh… sir.” The bartender fumbled, glancing at the bouncer for the bar. Crosshair grunted at the title. “We’ll take it from here if you want to take your girl home.” The barkeep offered. Even he could see the exhaustion in Cross’s shoulders.

“Great. Next time don’t let creeps get that close to an uncomfortable lady.” He hissed, passing the swearing drunk to a beefy looking zabrak. The greasy man took the opening and broke free, swinging wildly and connecting with Crosshair’s jaw just as he was turning away. As he did, you caught sight of a dripping red line cut into the side of his cheek just under his eye, presumably from the glass shattering.

He staggered but was quick to break the man’s nose and send him sprawling. The zabrakii bouncer got ahold of him now, pulling the drunk away.

Gingerly, you slipped your hand into Crosshair’s, getting his attention. “Let’s go home. Tonight’s a bust anyways. Unless you want to wait for the guard to get here and haul you to a hospital to patch your cheek up?” You murmured lowly, already knowing his answer and pulling towards the door before he even grunted a negative. There was a fine tremor in the very tips of his fingers as he tightened his grip on your hand.

The bar you two had planned to meet at for drinks was only a few blocks from your tiny shoebox of an apartment. Crosshair hissed and stepped away from you only a minute into your walk, shaking like a dog and sending residual splinters of glass tinkling to the ground.

“Bastard got glass in all the chinks of my armor. I’ll have to have Tech send it through a scrub cycle again.” He growled sourly. “Damn stuff got everywhere.”

“I can scrub it out when you get home. Call it a thank you for taking care of that guy.” You fumbled with the keys as he hovered behind you.

“I’m your boyfriend. That’s my fucking job.” Crosshair hissed softly, a hand finding your chin and lifting it so you met his eyes. He had taken his glove off to rid it of splinters. His hand was cool against your skin, fingers still trembling slightly in his exhaustion as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, nipping at them a little with a smug quirk of his mouth. He tasted like blood and ozone.

“My stars get a ROOM!” One of your helpful neighbors yelled from the apartment next to yours. You flipped them off without looking, dragging Cross inside and hardly even pausing the kiss.

His hand shifted from your jaw to curl protectively around your neck, the motion making you sigh into the kiss as you reach up to cup his cheek, only for him to hiss and pull away as your fingers meet the unpleasantly warm and tacky sensation of half dried blood from the cut on his cheek.

“Let’s get you out of your armor and blacks.” Your murmur, your voice slightly throatier than normal. At this close you could see the dark circles under his eyes and the rapidly darkening bruising along his jaw where he had been punched. He just grunted an affirmative as he fumbled with the catches, carefully removing each piece.

After he got all of it but his boots, there were several small shards even still that littered the floor. He took off the top of his blacks too, shaking the garment out. You gasped at the sight of bruised ribs and a row of neat stitches above his hip covered in thin medical film to keep them dry.

“It looks worse than it is.” Crosshair filled in the silence. He dropped the top of his blacks in the pile with the rest of his armor and gingerly flopped down on the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes as he sighs, tension slowly seeping out of his body as he relaxed.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, let me look at your cheek. And don’t get blood on that couch, it was my grandmother’s.” You call over your shoulder, grabbing a bag of frozen peas for his jaw and looking for the medistrips in the first-aid kit.

“Ah. So that’s why it smells like mothballs and old lady perfume.” He groused from his sprawled position.

“Har har har.” You rolled your eyes, catching his soft smile at the banter and grinning to yourself.

“I’m stealing your shower when I’m done.” He grunted, carefully sitting up and blinking as he took his arm off his eyes.

You sat on the tiny coffee/dining table in front of him, armed with a damp rag, first aid kit and your frozen vegetables. He took the peas and pressed them against his jaw, sighing at the contact as you dabbed at the bloody mess on the other side of his face.

“This is gonna sting a bit.” You warned as you doused a clean corner of the rag with hydrogen peroxide once you got the blood mostly cleaned up.

“When does it not.” Cross hissed rhetorically, his grip tightening on his knee as you cleaned the cut and made sure there was no glass embedded in his skin before carefully applying the medistrips and butterfly bandages you found. The cut wasn’t deep and you didn’t think it needed stitches, so it probably wouldn’t scar either.

“There you are. Now go shower, you smell like beer and a teen boy’s lockerroom.” You tease, helping him to his feet as he took the peas off his jaw, working it a few times to check for stiffness. Crosshair pouted at the insult but went, ducking into the small bathroom as you went through your drawers to come up with a pair of sweats and an oversized teeshirt for him to wear.

You knocked on the bathroom door before walking in, setting the clothes on the toilet glancing at Crosshair as he stood under the hot spray, rolling his neck appreciatively.

“You’re gonna send my water bill through the roof.” You tease, grabbing him a toothbrush and mint paste and passing it to him.

“That’s your fault, giving me access to the shower.” He snarked right back, sighing as he washed his hair, fingers combing through suds and silver curls. “Want to join me and make the most of it?” He offered, but you shook your head.

“Don’t think me joining will get you any cleaner. Might even do the opposite.” You wink as he rinses off again.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged, turning the water off and motioning for a towel. You passed it to him with a fold exasperation as the two of you brushed your teeth and he got dressed, forgoing the shirt and toweling his hair off.

As you changed into nightclothes yourself and slipped into bed next to him, he seemed happy. Content. You pressed your face into the spot just above his sternum and sighed as one arm wrapped around you and the other tucked under his head, propping him slightly above you. You relaxed into the embrace, missing the words as they rumbled in his chest.

“What was that?” You mumbled sleepily, looking up at him.

“I said thank you.” He murmured right back, kissing your forehead. “And you’re out of conditioner.”

“Ass.” You accuse, snuggling closer.

“Proudly.” He agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. You were silent for a long moment and he almost thought you were asleep when you spoke up again.

“Why were you late?” You whisper into the darkness. Crosshair rumbles sleepily.

“Got jumped by vulture droids as we changed hyperspace lanes. Tech outflew them, as always.”

“And the mission?” You ask, listening to his slow heartbeat as he replies.

“Successful. Can’t say much else, unfortunately. Not sure when I leave again, before you ask.” He presses another kiss to your temple and tucks your head under his chin. “Go to sleep already, I’m tired.”

“Fine, fine.” You grumble. “Hey Cross? I love you.”

“I…” He paused, feeling stupidly off guard at the phrase even though you’ve said it a dozen times.

“I know.” You whisper, before he can doubt himself. “You don’t have to say it for me to know.”

“I love you too.” He whispered back, smiling sheepishly at the rush of elation and nerves he got even now every time he did. “I always will.”

[fakegingerrights]

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