WIP Word Train + Tag Games
So I have gotten tagged a bunch of times in the past 40 days and I AM GOING TO RESPOND TO THEM ALL AT ONCE BWAAAHAHAHA. No, really, I have been a bit MIA from fandom, but I have been plugging away at a whole slew of fic across Dreamling, Jayvik, and Adrian/Olrox (Castlevania). There are going to be at least 5 WIPs represented here.
Rules for Word Train Game: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share a sentence/excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.
Rules for Tag Game: Post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in that line.
Oh, and if you want to do this? CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED. Your word is BIRD. :D
First up, SMILE from the lovely @unpredictable-probabilities
S (How is this the hardest fucking letter to find what the fuck am I writing?!) From a Jayvik fic that started with a crazy idea that I posted about on BlueSky.
Sliding down the wet tiles to sit on the shower floor, Viktor wonders if he is going a little insane.
M From a future chapter of do i have to die to hear you miss me?
“Mmm, I don't remember any oaths in your daydreams of me that night.” Dream smirks as he sees Hob put the pieces together. “You could see… my daydr-,” his eyes widen, “Have you really known how I felt for that long?!” Then he blushes. “Oh, fuck, I think I remember some of the things I first fantasized about…” Dream stops Hob with a gentle kiss. “Sshhh. You thought nothing to be ashamed of.” He sucks at Hob’s bottom lip. “Actually, I think fucking you up against a wall is an inspired idea.”
I From a WIP I don't know if I will every finish, but old mage Viktor goes back in time and talks to his younger self as another way to divert events into a better timeline. This is after the younger Viktor has taken his old self's advice.
If it wasn't for his partner’s strength Viktor would collapse to the floor in a heap. As it is, Jayce tilts his body to the side and pops up onto one knee, all while having a steel grip on Viktor's waist, so that he lands straddling Jayce's thigh. Somehow their lips find each other immediately. It quickly becomes aggressive, more teeth than tongue, and Viktor slides his hand down Jayce's abdomen to the front of his pants and— The fine linen is soaked. And tacky. Fuck. Jayce came in his pants sucking Viktor's cock. While hiding in the shadows of a door on a balcony outside some Piltie society party. And oh how that makes his spent dick twitch in interest.
L From the next chapter of ignition, my grad TA!Viktor/undergrad!Jayce fic.
Long fingers card into Jayce's wet hair and it helps ground him, makes him feel a little less like he is blurring at his edges. “What do you want, miláčku? You can tell me.” Jayce buries his face into Viktor's neck and clutches at his waist.“I don't… it's hard to describe.” He concentrates on breathing. “I wish…” Another whimper, unbidden, as a wave of desire crashes into him again. “I want to touch you everywhere. I want to taste everything. I want to hear the different sounds that you make as I lick each and every inch of you. I want… I envy the water because of how it gets to learn every possible path over your body. I want to follow every drop with my tongue.”
E From a Dreamling+John Constantine fic that was borne of this Insta and @aralezinspace's pointing out that the first few lines I had written could be Keanu Reeves Constantine. Right now the WIP is just titled "Eiffel Tower of Hatred."
“Either you bid him come willingly or I go get him myself.” His voice booms around the room and Hob is half hard in his tiny shorts with how it vibrates the floor. “One of those options will be decidedly more pleasant.” Hob just stares at Dream for a moment and then shrugs helplessly. “Alright. I have no idea what you are losing your otherworldly shit about, but I will get him over here. And then you better explain what exactly is going on in that pretty eldritch head of yours.” He picks up his phone and dials. John answers on the second ring. “I’ll be disappointed if you are calling off tonight, sweetheart,” comes through the speaker. Hob pointedly ignores both the fact that Dream hissed again when John called him ‘sweetheart’ and the fact that it has only made him harder in his pants. “Requesting a change of venue. Can you come to my place? I’ve got an… issue… the needs working out. And it's better done here.”
__________________________________________ Next on deck, LENGTH from my darling @valeriianz
L Same Jayvik fic as the letter 'S' above...
Laughing breathlessly at his partner’s unabashed delight at being called ‘good’, he runs the fingers of one hand through Jayce’s hair. With the other, the one from which the panties still dangle, he cups Jayce’s jaw. “Yes. You did so well for me, Jayce. My dear, sweet pet. Would you like your reward?”
E Same Jayvik fic as the letter 'I' above, but a longer scene, because I really, really like this scene and I don't know if the rest of it will ever see the light of day. Takes place before the scene above.
Every instinct in his body wants to say no. He has absolutely no desire to be in front of any crowd, let alone that crowd. But then he remembers what himself-from-the-future said and swallows it all down. “Yes, we are.” Jayce had already started to walk away, anticipating his answer, and so wheels around to look at Viktor in stunned shock. “I will accompany you… as long as you don’t make me speak.” Very slowly Jayce lights up as he realizes what Viktor said. It is like staring into the dawn, bright and beautiful. And I caused that. Viktor feels warmth bloom in his chest. “Really? You will?” Viktor can't help but smile; Jayce’s unbridled joy makes him feel bold. “We’re not revealing the new hextech, so it isn't like I have anywhere else to be.” Jayce is still beaming at him. “Besides, you asked me.” The blush that colors Jayce’s cheeks makes the comparison to the dawn even more apt. The beauty brings Viktor to stillness when Jayce takes a step into his personal space. He looks up into that soft, glowing gaze and for a moment is absolutely convinced that Jayce is about to kiss him. But then his partner does something even more devastating. Jayce's hand finds Viktor’s wrist, the one not being used to help prop him up on the crutch, and slides down until he can tangle their fingers together. Viktor forgets how to breathe. “Partners,” he whispers, with a smile. Not looking away from Viktor, Jayce holds out his other hand. “Ms. Young, the speech please.” Then, with a squeeze and a tug of their joined hands, Viktor finds himself being led onto the stage.
N From the upcoming chapter of wild horses:
“No.” Hob touches the side of Dream's face. “No doubt. I see it. I feel it. I hear it in your voice every night. I just don't understand why. How, when you could literally have anyone, you could possibly want me.”
G From a future chapter of do i have to die to hear you miss me?
“Gonna explore that,” he pants, more heavily than before, “later. Now, I want,” his teeth nip at Dream's skin, bright flashes of pleasure that spark down his spine and make him rut down into Hob. “To ride you.”
T From a sequel to you create me against your lips (aka Hellknight!Hob) inspired by this amazing art by @teejaystumbles
“The ruby was a vessel for some of my power. It held some of it apart from me.” He lets Hob process that himself. It only takes a moment for it to click. “And if I did the same… could I make myself powerless against you? For a short while?” “With only the ruby you could get most of the way back to how you were on that first night in the palace.” Dream gives in to his urges and nuzzles the collar, licks along the edge of it. That makes Hob writhe against him, hips rolling back, head tilting away to give better access. “And I could fashion a collar that could seal away the rest.”
H From the start of my almost-finished at close to 10k modern-day-setting-and-Netflix-canon-compliant Adrian/Olrox fic.
He rolls his head, straight black hair falling in a cascade to make an opaque curtain on one side of them, a way to prevent prying eyes. “Hello, little one,” the vampire purrs, curving forward again. He brushes their noses together and grins. “A club like this is not at all where I expected to meet you.” Olrox starts kissing along Adrian's jaw, down his neck, speaking in fits and spurts as he goes. “How many? Years? Has it been?”
__________________________________________ Last of the games from February, Last Line Tag from another author I fangirl for, @tj-dragonblade
You technically tagged me on February 21 and here is quite literally the last line I wrote on February 21, at 11:54pm. Viktor POV, from a Jayvik fic. Jayce is holding the edge of a drafting table.
He isn't going to let Jayce touch him until the poor thing has come at least twice, until his fingers ache from holding the edge so tightly.
__________________________________________ March brings me SMART, also from @tj-dragonblade
S Also from the next chapter of wild horses:
So Hob tries to extend himself some grace when, as he parks his bike in front of the four-car garage and makes his way up to the front door of the small mansion, he gets walloped with a wrecking ball of what is essentially sexual imposter syndrome. “How the fuck did I get here?” He murmurs to himself, taking the walk slowly. It isn't that he doesn't think he can sub in a proper scene—well, maybe it is a little of that—he just cannot get around the persistent ‘Why me?’ that runs in circles in his brain. Part of him is still waiting for the other shoe to drop; waiting for this insanely gorgeous, sexually talented, wickedly intelligent, and sharply witty person to look in a mirror and realize that he could walk into any bar in the entire country, point to a person, purr in that velvet rumble, ‘You. I am going to fuck you,’ and only the staunchest of aces and most determined of lesbians would be able to refuse him.
M From another Jayvik WIP I might never finish, a crossover with Dreamling that was inspired by some excellent observations by @academicblorbo, which means Viktor is Daniel.
Morpheus hums in confirmation as he steps up beside him. “Your integration with the hexcore will make you uniquely qualified–you have experience managing and guiding great power.” “Not successfully, I would note. We had to destroy it.” “And yet you have no doubt learned a lot from the experience. That knowledge will not be lost when you become Dream. Further, you have walked a land without dreams and therefore know their importance.”
A More Adrian/Olrox, same WIP as above, set modern day.
Adrian watches as Olrox thumbs open the button of his pants and sits up on his knees; now Adrian has to tilt his face up to make eye contact. The club’s lights flash behind Olrox, and with the lights immediately above them dimmed he is haloed in beams of neon pink and yellow, his hair shot through with streaks of blues and greens. Fuck, it is no wonder he is the favored of a god—they no doubt couldn’t resist him either.
R From the 'Eiffel Tower of Hatred' fic mentioned above. Italics are John Constantine on the phone.
“Right.” He still sounds like he doesn't believe Hob for shit. “Be there in twenty.” Then he hangs up. Hob sighs and throws the phone onto his bedside table. Then he grabs his robe off the hook on the inside of his bedroom door and covers himself up. And fuck him if when he doesn't look to Dream and see disappointment in his beautiful face. What is happening right now?! “Dream, what is going on?” Hob sits on the edge of his bed and motions for his friend to sit next to him. “Not gonna lie, the Lord of Dreams being judgemental about something like this isn't what-” “I am not. Judging. You.” Well, at least his voice has simmered back down. He sits and stares pointedly forward, not looking at Hob. “Your fantasies are your own. I only.” In a decidedly human gesture, Dream takes a deep breath and Hob feels more adrift than ever. “While the matrilineal line of Constantines has been useful to me over the years, John is one in a long line of male Constantines who are a persistent thorn in my side. And that he would touch you like that despite my mark is-” “Excuse me?!” Hob jolts. “Your what?”
T From the upcoming chapter of wild horses:
“There you are,” Dream looks down at him with an affection that stokes a fire deep in Hob's belly. “Warmed up and pliable. Like clay. With your permission, I want to cleave into you in a way you haven't experienced before. I want to push and pull and stroke and pry until I find the core of you. Until I can touch it.” A chaste press of lips that lingers before he speaks again. “May I? Mold you to my will?”
__________________________________________ And last, but certainly not least, leader of all five of us still cheering on the Alurox ship, tagged me in a last line game @ifishouldvanish
Of course, you get the very last line I wrote from my Adrian/Olrox modern fic. This is Olrox speaking, almost 10k in. XD
“Suddenly I understand the current vernacular of saying that a man has a slutty waist.”
__________________________________________ Literally as I am wrapping up this post, @seiya-starsniper hits me with FANG and I just have to. XD
All from the Adrian/Olrox fic. All short to keep SOME of it not posted here. XD
F
Finally Olrox is fully seated and the vampire collapses back against Adrian, chest heaving. He brings a hand up and twines his fingers with Adrian's where they are pressed below his navel.
A
Adrian looks down and sees Olrox's cock straining inside the confines of his pants, tilted to one side, lifting the top of the waistband off of his skin a little as it strains the vinyl. “Look how hard you are for me,” he whispers into Olrox's ear, “You think I could make you come like this? My hand on your throat and my cock filling you up and my voice in your ear?”
N
“Nngh,” it is like Olrox groans at Adrian asking him to think. “Perhaps they think they can fuck me better?”
G
“Go on,” he holds Olrox’s gaze as he pulls the chain out from his belt loops with a loud metallic clattering. “Tell me.”