im debating starting a new fic which means that my previous shit work ethic about unmoored will be thrown to the WAYSIDE if i go through with it
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im debating starting a new fic which means that my previous shit work ethic about unmoored will be thrown to the WAYSIDE if i go through with it
posted chapter 21 of my “in sight of your blinding light” hollanov fic! 🥰
chapter title: "I’d go through it again"
Heated Rivalry / HP crossover
10,097 words | 192,327 total so far
rating: general audiences
LINK HERE!!
sketches for chapter 2
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"So Sweet & Sated (I Don't Fancy American Candy)," my Pedro González López/Unai Simón fic, is now live. 🍃
Summary:
The consequence of Unai's kiss with Yeremy. This is just Unai and Pedri making out.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89283591?view_adult=true
cheeky one shot for you this sunday evening
posted chapter 20 of my “in sight of your blinding light” hollanov fic! 🥰
chapter title: "I heard a scream in the woods somewhere"
Heated Rivalry / HP crossover
10,448 words | 182,200 total so far
rating: general audiences
LINK HERE!!
Shards Of Ice Reflected In Moonlight
Moonlight.
Ever watchful, eternally beautiful, and its reflection was the first true memory of a man reborn. It was a cold comfort for a man with nothing. Was he even human? Can he be human with no past or memories to speak of? It was complicated, and he was told he had a name by the kindness of strangers. He didn’t know them, but they seemed to know more than they let on. Was it a sign of arrogance or mercy? Rerir didn’t know or comprehend. Lacking in his memories felt frustrating, but trying to remember made his head hurt. It was also very lonely.
The chilly hair of Nod Krai reminded him that he was indeed alive and, for the evening alone, standing upon the shore where he was found; the moon sat high in the sky and was his companion when loneliness felt too heavy for his chest to bear. The sea waves calmed his frustrated mind down like a gentle lullaby. At least he was in a very beautiful and tranquil place. Rerir’s mind was so entranced in his peace that the sound of approaching footsteps went unnoticed.
“So, what I’ve been told is true. You have returned, Rerir?” came an unfamiliar voice. It broke the man without memories' focus, and he turned to face the source of the voice. A flash of black and yellow met his eyes as a glint of a sword raced by his vision. It must have been out of pure instinct to dodge, and Rerir stumbled away to stare at the figure in utter confusion. The mysterious man didn’t falter in his attacks.
“Wait! Dain!” came a high-pitched voice. “It’s not who you think it is!”
The sword slashed down upon Rerir, but it never made contact. The brunette male shielded himself with his hands, and they began to tingle in cold; then they became freezing. It was there in a blink of an eye: a large shard of ice deflecting the sword’s blow and retorting in kind towards the attacker. The man in black attire dodged and halted his steps. His eyes locked on the shimmering trinket on the ground by Rerir’s feet, something he never expected to be there.
A vision.
Rerir had long retreated, and Dainsleif didn’t follow. He turned to face the Traveler and Paimon as they arrived. There was a silence between them before the Traveler moved to pick up the forgotten vision.
“He really isn’t the same person we fought during the Great Hunt,” Paimon spoke up, baffled at the sight of someone like Rerir, who held no memories, who had been a sinner in his past life, being gifted a vision.
“It seems so,” Dainsleif replied.
“ You weren’t aiming for vitals, were you?” The Traveler asked.
“How perceptive.” the man replied.
“What?” Paimon asked bluntly. “You were testing him?”
“I had a feeling when I first saw him revived. I just had to make sure it wasn’t a trick.” Dain explained. “No, this is not the Rerir we fought or know. It is someone else entirely, a new life, perhaps a new soul; we should treat him as such.” With that, he began to walk in the opposite direction of the fleeing man.
The Traveler took the vision into their hand and held it in deep thought. “Let’s return it to him then,” and the two went in the direction Rerir ran.
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