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Call Down the Hawk From the Air

Paddy Mayne/Bill Stirling

Est. word count: 15K

Paddy won’t let his ex-captain’s prick brother put him on a short leash while his team crumbles around the scandal of David’s arrest. He wins games, not hearts, and Bill Stirling has a problem with both.

Oh, Paddy can feel Stirling’s desire to strike him. He can taste the tension, it fills his nose and lungs. He inhales and savours the sensation. Come on, do it.

“Is it the time to pick fights in bars, Mayne?” Stirling hisses instead. “You lead this team now. Star attacker and captain are not the same job.”

“You think I’m the star attacker?” Paddy laughs. “How very kind of you. I’m flattered, truly, but unfortunately unmoved. I take no lessons from little penpushers who have thrown no ball, have protected no net, have scored no goal. Get on the field, run that entire length of grass without throwing up your lungs. Then, I’ll be able to hear what the fuck you say.”

“My experience on the field has no impact on my legitimacy as your coach." Stirling steps closer, closing the distance, and the fucker is too tall to Paddy's taste. He lifts his chin. "I was nominated, and that is all you need to hear. You’ll have to toe the line, Mayne, if you wish to stay captain.”

Featuring art and concept by @handheldrope and fic by @hypallepse , Call Down the Hawk From the Air will be revealed on Monday, January 5

[johntonkin]

@hypallepse

Give him gender!!!

Gender Sol is a concept of mine from ages ago where a deeply closeted Sol tries to pick up Jopson at a bar, and ends up getting brought home by him and Ned and lovingly railed/force-femmed into several gender and sexuality crises 😌 i am not going to share a huge snippet BUT it has one of my favorite opening lines ive ever written perhaps

The man sitting at the bar — and Sol could admit it, he was straight, not blind — was gorgeous.

Also! Vampire! This is the doc for the sequel to Pale Blue Eyes! Set five years after the events of the first fic, it deals with Edward finding out what’s happened to John, learning to be an adult outside of the community he grew up in, and finally actually finding the truth of what happened that night in Thomas’ pub.

John Irving was already dead when Edward Little arrived at his flat.

Five minutes later, he woke up.

It was a gasping, trembling affair, hard to tell which of the two men was more shocked by it: Edward, who had arrived in a panic to find his childhood best friend white as plaster and just as still, green eyes glassy and wide where he lay on his back in the middle of the floor, limbs bent at odd angles, or John himself, who had no memory of making the telephone call and very little of the rest of the night proceeding it either.

[midwrites]

@hypallepse for the WIP Game thingie:

I do have a lot less Solving Victorian spanking than I'd like to, sadly, but you can check what I posted about it on this other ask,

As for Cowhand Tommy, I do have mor of it written down and you can check for an snippet in this ask (plus an additional one from Sol's POV, as a treat).

He’s not unlike other boys Solomon has met during odd jobs since his deployment. Not unlike other boys who disembark from the battered van that had driven them from that unsignalized settlement dubbed Starvation Cove by some jokester with a spray can of paint and up to a ranch with just as macabre a namesake. There’s an innocence to him that makes Solomon look away while the owner, an old Irishman with too big an expanse of land and a drinking problem, is walking them through a pen holding about 100 heads of cattle, words already thick with something other than his accent and the dust. Solomon can barely make out his body across the impatient heifers, the dark cap of curls that comes to life under the midday sun shaking and twisting as the boy is brought down by a too big black dog,