hold me like a knife: ch. 1
macklin celebrini/will smith
His chain catches the light in the mirror, Saint Christopher glinting at his throat like heās being watched. A reminder he never asked for. Will tucks it back under his collar.
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hold me like a knife: ch. 1
macklin celebrini/will smith
His chain catches the light in the mirror, Saint Christopher glinting at his throat like heās being watched. A reminder he never asked for. Will tucks it back under his collar.
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WIP Wednesday!
Okay, I know it's technically Thursday now, but whatever. I said I'd post another WIP, so here's a mobfic snippet. I SWEAR I'm making progress. Writing chapter 3 from Mack's POV has actually been so fun.
hold me like a knife: ch. 2
macklin celebrini/will smith
Will tells himself heās overthinking it. Then he tells himself that maybe heās the only one thinking enough. These days he canāt tell the difference. Paranoia is stitched into the fabric of every thought, a constant itch at the base of his skull that never settles.
obsessed with the mob fic and dying for an update!! wondering if you have a little spoiler to share of chapter 2 but absolutely no pressure. just dying to read more! <3
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Chapter 2 is still a work in progress, but here's a tiny sneak peak š
" That glorious feeling when you finally hit your stride and your brain opens up and you can once again get all the words in your head onto the page in a tangible way. š "
I am so so so happy about this š„¹ any chance after the other 2 stories are update the mobfic gets a turn? šš
Yes, absolutely!
@artisanjelly and I have been talking about the mobfic over the past few days and Iāve never been more motivated to keep writing. Honestly, whatever update comes next is thanks to them. Iāve made some changes to my original plan for that fic and Iām really eager to share the next chapter. Also Iām excited to introduce some bedmint into this universe š
Thatās all Iāll say for now. But I havenāt abandoned it and an update is coming!
wip word guessing game!!
soft
The room narrows with every name Will says. Too many debts, too many grudges, too many deals left open. He needs people who wonāt fold, muscle he can count on to keep things moving while supply lasts. They canāt afford to stall, not now, not with Warso waiting for a crack to crawl through.
āFuck,ā Leno spits out, eyes fixed on the floor.
āCan we trust any of these guys?ā Gabe asks, voice soft, the kind of softness that comes from knowing when to tread lightly.
And thatās the fucking question, isnāt it?
A sound tears out of Willās throat, hollow and humorless, closer to a bark than a laugh. It cuts through the air and dies before it can turn into something worse.
Word for the wip thingy: hurt
P.s. do you have any idea when you'll post the first part of the mobfic? No pressure, just very excited <3
Willās words hang in the air, blunt enough to make Leno flinch.Ā
Sweat darkens Lenoās shirt, beads running down his neck, soaking the fabric. His good eye flicks between Will and Gabe, never settling. The other twitches faintly. It must hurt, but Will canāt bring himself to care.
Leno swallows hard. āThey said itās a matter of time.ā Each word comes out tight, forced past his teeth. āSaid now that Billās dead, they own us. Told Cat to get on her fucking kneesāā
Will stands fast enough to send his chair skidding back. He grabs it, lifts it over his head, and hurls it at the wall. The drywall caves easily, dust spilling down as the chair clatters across the room.
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So happy you're excited for this fic! My goal is to post it to ao3 by this weekend. š¤