share 6 sentences from your wip
tagged by @elareine 💜 posting two just bc i can lol. i picked ones that haven't come up in my wip wednesdays yet to avoid any repetition
this one is from a fic that's going to be part of the ttgb verse, a companion piece to one of kiseiakhun's works (tw for referenced noncon):
Dick tries to work off the nervous energy sitting under his skin, works himself to exhaustion with training and running drill after drill, but the moment he lets himself collapse back into his bed, it's there again, the fear and the guilt and the concern.
When he finally drops off, it's into a fitful sleep that has him tossing and turning, and he wakes with his stomach rolling and skin tacky with sweat only a few hours later. He barely makes it to the bathroom before he's sick, what little remains in his stomach coming up before he's left simply dry-heaving for a while.
He closes his eyes, and all he can see is Jason underneath him, his cheeks tear-stained and his expression frozen in fear - his eyes, glassy and unfocused. And Dick can hear himself laughing, too, can hear the sound of skin slapping against skin as he coos at Jason and tells him to stop crying because it's not going to help him, tells him he deserves it, tells him he gets no say in what Dick is going to take from him.
It's so far from how it had happened, how it would ever happen, but it's what his mind had decided to show him while he slept, and it makes his stomach twist again.
aaand this one is very much a rough draft; the idea has been bugging me for ages, so i finally just tossed the basics into a doc to get it going. it's a ra'sjay abo fic.
The video that takes over the screen is dark and a bit grainy, but it’s easy enough to make out the crib at the centre of what is clearly a nursery. A baby’s cries come through the speakers, as does the sound of an omega cooing over the noise. There’s someone - the omega, presumably - standing over the crib, back to the camera, and Tim watches Bruce’s face carefully, waits for the moment it hits him.
Bruce’s expression tightens after a moment, his hand clenching into a fist where it rests next to the mouse, but his attention doesn’t stray from the screen. Tim’s own attention returns to the video when Dick makes a strangled noise, and he looks up to see that the person on screen has turned around at the sound of a door opening, a thin stream of light now entering the room.
I haven't been online much today, so I'm not sure if this one has already gone around... so please ignore this if you've already done it or been tagged! I tag @kiseiakhun @primeemeraldheiress @thefightingbull @workingchemistry @scandalsavagefanfic @j-a-n-e--d-o-e @elloryia @garpie64 and @crimsonfeatheredraven
