3, 6, and 13 for be still, my child!!!
3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
Peter remembered the knotting of his stomach, seeing the strange man with grey skin and the woman with big, black eyes turn into nothing but dust while he stared on. He remembered clinging to Tony, begging him to stop the overwhelming sense of dread and despair because Peter couldn’t articulate it properly, but he knew he was next. Tony’s eyes, pools of brown that had looked to Peter with disappointment and trust and pride that were then full of concern while Peter slipped from his fingers. Peter sat up, gasping and trying to remember anything beyond becoming nothing and everything all at once, a cosmic speck amongst an endless universe.
6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
ooh okay so this was some my first marvel/irondad fic other than a few sickfics i wrote for a friend and originally posted on tumblr. it was my immediate reaction to seeing iw, and because of that, i wrote it before i read/was influenced by other irondad fics. as a result, its characterization/the choices i made in it are a little different than my other works!
13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?
i don’t remember a lot of what i listened to because i wrote this fic over two years ago now (which, holy shit, time flies) but i remember one song, which is me and the devil by soap&skin. as i wrote the rest of the series, however, i’m like 90% sure i listened to who are you, really? by mikky ekko.