Ahhh I'm so excited to see your WIPs and was hoping that you're writing. (And selfishly, I love that that we both like Drarry fics too. 😄)
I would love to know more about the "a sordid affair epilogue/snippet" because I absolutely adore that beautiful, sad AU story.
But I also am particularly curious about "Jamie and Katie finding out" because I am very fond of them and I love stories that feature relationships with friends. Both please? 🙏
you're sweet! i love finding fellow drarry readers here in the tlsp fandom. if you're ever down to talk drarry, i am here for it x
ask and you shall receive! essentially a sordid affair was meant to be a one-shot but i felt like it needed a bit of an aftermath so it became a two-shot. this part focuses primarily on the LA trip that was referenced in the original story though in my head i've been calling it "golden trunks" bc we finally get to see miles fight (🫣). it also leans heavily into being more introspective than the first. i've written about 5k so far and i expect it to be somewhere between 8-10k. here are two very different snippets:
Your voice is a whisper now, swirling in my head as I desperately try to tether myself to it. I know how this goes. I know you’ll leave again soon, but please wait. Please stay with me awhile. My hands still have winters left in them to keep you warm. My fingers still carry springtimes to caress you and bring renaissance. My tongue still has summers in it to taste you and transcend you. My arms, autumns to hold you as your colours change.
Lips and poetry to romance you and speak you into existence.
So don’t leave me just yet because I know what that means—what it’s always meant, what it’ll always be. Me without you, me loving you and not having, you lacking me and loving me, and we recognise that it ain’t how it should be.
decided to add a more light-hearted one to offset that 'cause i'm sorryyyy
Soft pale sunlight filtered through the thin sheet draped over our heads.
"Say it again."
"Why?"
"'Cos I like hearing you say it."
I smiled. “I love you. Quite gone on, 'm afraid.” I tapped a fingertip against my chest and whispered, “You live here, y’know. ‘S yours. Thatched roof an’ all.”
A soft laugh. “Is that right?”
“Yeh. Max’s got his own room. Made sure to tell the builder.”
His eyes softened like they always did when he was about to be vulnerable, and the corner of his mouth turned upwards like it did when he was about to say something unserious, but the momentary pause, the minute delay of hesitation preceding his words that few others would’ve caught, told me he was doing anything but.
“Forever?”
I knew what he was really asking me. Forever’s not for everyone. Is forever for you?
2. you're something like phenomena was born from a ridiculous dream i had about my version of what happened the night that notorious milex jacuzzi pic was taken. we all know the one. i've heard mixed opinions about whether the girl in the photo is arielle or katie but to me she's always looked like katie and it makes sense since jamie is there too. anyway. it's not a crack!fic anymore but still light-hearted and somewhat humorous in parts. i've written about 11k and really only need about 1k more before i finish. here's a snippet:
The next hour and a half passes by in a blur. Letting alcohol loosen their temperaments and rewire predispositions, they find a private corner and unmask, laying down armour and stretching weary shoulders. They ruminate and revisit, pull and pick at each other. “Still not used to the hair. Looks good.” Everything left unsaid, left between the lines, on the tips of tongues and swallowed down since last they’d seen each other, suddenly laid out and exposed. “You seem happier here. Maybe you should move down.” The kind they’d rather not share over the phone. “I seem happier here ‘cos you’re here, Al. Maybe it’s just you.” Catching up on moments and feelings and attitudes that had died at the end of a reluctant goodbye. “Ended things with me bird. It just… didn’t feel right.”
“I’m sorry, that’s… Should’ve told me earlier, Miles, would’ve flown back to see you.”
“I know. ’S why I didn’t tell you.”
Weeks that felt like years and years that look like days in the rearview mirror. Weeks that dragged, and ripped, and tore at seams. Seams that held on by a mere thread.
“It’s like, I have a monk on or summat if you’re not around and everybody notices me bad mood ‘fore I do. It’s weird. You’ve got a weird hold on me.”
“Mm. Should I lightly grasp you instead?”
Alex laughs. “A gentle clutch.”
“A soft clasp.”
“A mere touch.”
A pause. “I feel it, too.”
