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tracking tag #promiseyouwillwrite
All the fics that have been written using prompts from the Promise You WILL Write collection. This list will be updated monthly with anything new, most recent works listed first.
Please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself… All are welcome! You can check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.
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Most recent posted fics (new works this month, not WIPs) will be featured above the cut. ✂️
🥛 too late to run for cover by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [NR, 3K] Lucy's done with Hawk's drinking and tells him to leave so he buys a house on Fire Island and decides to fully integrate into the lifestyle at great detriment to his own well-being.
Part 1 of and so with the sunshine: the fire island chronicles Prompted by: @beyondxmeasure
🥛 right or wrong i can't get along without you by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [NR, 3K] Jackson Fuller disappears and everyone fears the worst - until he turns up in San Fransisco asking Tim for help. Prompted by: @arbor-tristis
🥛 i've got my love to keep me warm by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [T, 6K] Mary brings Tim to a Christmas party at Hawk's mother's house. Prompted by: @ishipallthings
🥛 Kiss of Fire by drabbleswabbles* [NR, 2K] Tim pays a matchmaker to set him up on a blind date. Things do not go according to plan. Prompted by: @ishipallthings
🥛 hold on (i'm coming) by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [NR, 2K] Hawk's nightly phone calls become increasingly desperate until Tim has no choice but to go to him. Prompted by: @lispenardst
🥛 my boy by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [G, 783] Tim wants to know who Hawk belongs to. The answer isn't what he expects. Prompted by: anonymous
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my boy
Summary: Tim wants to know who Hawk belongs to. The answer isn't what he expects.
Words: 783
Warnings: 1980s & Tim is dying
Notes: This is a prompt fill for @promiseyouwillwrite. The prompt was: Who do you belong to except Tim gets to be the possessive one this time. Any time period, just as long as Tim gets to have his turn.
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“Who do you belong to?” Tim asked in the dead of night, the whoosh and beeps and purrs of the machines driving him nuts. He hadn’t slept a wink, not really. He would close his eyes but he was never really sleeping. Hawk stirred on the cot and hummed, blinking bleary eyes.
“Wha’d you say?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. He’d cried himself to sleep again – what was it now, three? Four nights of this? The moment they said goodnight, the moment Tim began to drift off, his heart would break for all of the wasted years, for all of his stupid pride.
“Who do you belong to?” Tim asked again, and Hawk looked up into Tim’s dark eyes with a fondness that he’d thought had long since passed. These were not the heady days of quick lunch hour sex or eye fucking across the room at a political party. Tim was dying and Hawk thought he might be too. At the sound of Tim’s voice, he smiled wearily and urged his aching old bones upward until he was sitting, until he was leaning forward, until they were sharing a breath.
“You.”
“Me?” Tim asked, his brows drawing together curiously. Hawk nodded and yawned, daring to kiss Tim ever so lightly on the lips. Just a brush of skin, of heat and breath and smile.
“It’s always been you,” Hawk whispered. “Didn’t you know that?”
Tim frowned, scrunching his nose. “I guess I didn’t.”
“Well, now that you know...I guess I need to try harder to make sure you don’t forget it.”
“I guess you do…” Tim was fading, the drugs they had him on kept him bobbing just beneath the surface most of the time. They calmed the storms, kept the seizures at bay, but they certainly didn’t make him a very good conversationalist. Hawk was wide awake now, though, and his back hurt. This cot wasn’t doing him any favors, he was not a young man anymore.
“I’m going to take a walk,” he said, brushing the hair from Tim’s forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Promise?”
Hawk kissed him on the forehead and Tim reached up with one trembling hand, stretching the limits of his IV, to touch Hawk’s ear. To run his fingertips over the cup of his ear. He smiled wistfully, as if that simple touch had sewn together entire frayed universes. Hawk could see the magic in his eyes, and for a split second he thought maybe he shouldn’t leave yet. The moment passed and Tim let his eyes slip closed as he waited for Hawk’s response.
“I promise.”
And for once, he didn’t have any ulterior motives. No quickie in a bathroom waiting, no pint of vodka to find in the freezer so he could get just a nip to keep him even, no trip down to the corner bar for a glass of whiskey to take the ache in his back away. The ache meant he was alive, it reminded him where he was and how much he stood to lose. The ache kept him honest, but the walk down to the gift shop to peer into the dark windows, to look at the balloons and the cheerful floral displays, it was a nightly routine. The roses and tulips and baby’s breath, the teddy bears, the candies, they were all for people who still had hope and he was living on borrowed time. There was nothing in that shop for him. He would hook a left from the door to the darkened gift shop and step out into the courtyard for a smoke, mourning the days when he could have just lit one up right inside. The foray into the fresh air would do him some good, and allow him to cry a few more tears far enough away that Tim wouldn’t have to listen to him sobbing. This was the only thing he could leave Tim’s side for now, and even still he felt guilty. What if Tim was alone when he died? What if this cigarette took him away at the exact wrong time? But he was a man who played the odds, and the tremor in his hand and the racing of his heart needed to be calmed so he could come back and sleep. So he could resume his night watch.
“I didn’t raise my boy to be a cry baby…” Tim whispered as Hawk grabbed his jacket from the hook beside the bed. Tim’s smile was impish in the low light. “Suck it up, buttercup. And bring me a popsicle when you come back...please.”
Hawk nodded and forced a smile through his tears. “I’ll be right back, Skippy.”
Hawk has "expectations"
Hawk has “expectations”. Neither Hawk nor Tim (nor Mary, nor Marcus) knows what that means.
written for a prompt in @promiseyouwillwrite
& for @ishipallthings -- happy birthday! <3
“He said he has ‘expectations’.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” Tim said. He couldn’t tamp down the smile on his face, even with the clear skepticism in Mary’s voice. “Isn’t it enough that he has them? Don’t answer that.”
“Oh boy,” Mary said with a sigh.
They were lunching together at the Tastee Diner in Dupont Circle, two days after he and Hawk had “reconnected”. The reconnecting—or, falling back into bad habits, as he knew Mary thought of it, supportive as she was—had been inevitable, and he’d known it the minute he’d received Hawk’s letter with a possible job offer. What Tim had not calculated was just how quickly and how hard he’d fall. Again.
“I know,” Tim said, still smiling, “it’s—”
“Insane?”
“Okay, yes, but, also— romantic?” Mary rolled her eyes at that, and rightfully so. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t hear himself talk. “This is your fault, you know.”
“My fault?” Mary echoed incredulously.
“Yes, your fault. You were the one who put all those ideas in my head about— love.” He shook his head mournfully, but still couldn’t get rid of the smile on his face. “I was perfectly content to—” he broke off, flushing.
“Perfectly content to what?” Mary teased, “Come and go?”
Tim’s mouth dropped open in shocked delight. “Mary!”
A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"
@fellow-travelers-events
gold-skinned, eager baby
by @lispenard-street
It all starts with a postcard. A postcard, followed by late night phone calls; long evenings spent pacing the creaky floors of a newly-rented San Francisco apartment. More phone calls, more pacing. Tim picks up the postcard. He puts it down. He worries it between his fingers, then in the same breath vows to burn it and never think of it again. Hawk calls, and Tim answers. A postcard turns into a plane ticket, which turns into a ten dollar bill, fare for a ferry ride. It starts with a postcard. Everything else is on Tim.
A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"
@fellow-travelers-events
we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac
by @jesterlesbian
He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had. The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one. “What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”
Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.
prompted by Anonymous
For "fix-it March"
@fellow-travelers-events
...have a fix-it fic rec:
is it over now? by satelarry
this wasn’t a dream, he realized that, and he wasn’t going to sit back and watch as the love of his life disappeared yet again on him. Not when he knew the outcome of it.
prompt: Time Travel fix-it - both Hawk and Tim end up back in 1968 with their memories by @ishipallthings
