#oldestwip

[kockaslili]

I went a challanged myself to finish my oldest WIP, and I engcourage you to do the same!

[nymphl]

February 22: Your Oldest WIP

My oldest WIP will be 12 years old November this year, but since I'm doing only a Star Wars WIP Week, my oldest is 8 years already. OMG. I'm such a slow writer!!!

I'm quite attached to this WIP because it took me out of writer's block back in 2018. LIE TO ME | A Hux x Reader story

Summary: Falling for the enemy… That’s probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. Letting him live… for he should be dead. And you should’ve been the one to kill him. You had him, right there… and you let it escape through yours fingers. He lived. And now only the time could tell if you made the right decision — more likely wrong — by saving the amnesiac General of the First Order and telling him he was your husband. [Hux x Reader - Hux x You] Below goes an excerpt of chapter 24 - Love & Hate, one of my favs so far. In which Reader finally finds out about the Hosnian Cataclysm and confronts Hux about it. Not an update yet, but hopefully soon I'll manage to finish chapter 26.

“Then you will forgive me.” The words rolled off his mouth in a tone that was between a careful — hopeful whisper — and a smug provocation, as he approached you in measured steps.

You narrowed your eyes.

Whenever Armitage felt cornered, he either closed himself off or he used his overwhelming presence to coerce you into doing whatever he wanted. And right now, he wanted you to punish himself.

Did he realize that by punish him you were punishing yourself as well?

He invaded your personal space; his shiny boots meeting your own bare toes. When he reached out to touch your face — to place a strand of hair behind your ear — you held his hands between yours.

“If you need my forgiveness…” You gulped. “Then you must regret what you did.”

You felt very stupid when you saw the way the corners of his full lips tilted slightly upwards. The scene lasted just a moment, for he pulled you to his arms, holding your head against his chest.

In spite of your attempts, the tears ran down your face and stained his black dress shirt. You fisted the fabric between your fingers as he tightened his arms around you.  

“Regret won’t change what I did.”

His voice was no more than a whisper against your temples.

…I swear, you are not a monster…

“B-But… do you?” You removed your head from his chest and stared at his face. The sharp lines in his expression did not soft as he wiped your tears away. You moved your own hands to trace his austere cheekbones, holding his jaw between your fingers. “Do you regret it, Armitage?”

Do you regret it now?

Instead of an answer, he bestowed your forehead with a kiss.

…not a monster…

…not a monster…

…not a monster…

The drum in your heart repeated you’re not a monster with every intake of breath… with every throb of blood in your veins…

Anyone capable of love could not be a monster. Anyone capable of love is capable of being saved.

“No.”

But Armitage Hux did not want to be saved.

And no one could save — no matter their good intentions — someone who did not wish to be saved.  

[yarnovernewyork]

Day 2 of #wipaholicsanonymous is #oldestwip My oldest work in progress is this #cozymemoriesblanket I've got over 400 squares done. It's be queen-size when it's finished. I started it in January 2016. What about you? What's your oldest wip? #knittersoftheworld ##knittersofnewyork #knit #crochet #crochetersofinstagram #dyersofinstagram #indiedyer #indiedyedyarn #yarnporn #yarnovernewyork #yony #yarnlove #tricot #tejer #stricken #sockyarnswappers #scrappyblanket #scrapblanket