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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Okay, guys. This is my first fic in ages, please be gentle 🥺
It started cute and then it took a turn. But ya know, it’s the Terror fandom, so I think we can all handle less than happy endings, right? Ahaha ;;
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Wrote another Rossier fic, and it’s the polar opposite of my last one.
could you tell me about 'bird', for the wip ask game? if you like?
Gladly! “Bird” is a post-canon fixit-ish au thing in which James Ross has arrived in time to rescue Francis and take him home. It may or may not be a sequel to/continuation of this fic. It’s pretty vague, at this point, and I’m not sure exactly where it’s going, which isn’t terribly unusual. I often don’t know what I’m writing until it’s well underway.
That being said, here’s the first paragraph, which explains why on earth I called it “Bird:”
There is a little bird perched in a branch just outside his window and for a long time he lays there in his bed, watching it and remembering how James used to catch birds and stuff them. The angry, uncharitable part of him feels rather like a caught bird, picked apart and sewn back together, to be exhibited to curious minds.
JohnKat "whoever gets pinned first loses"
Karkat and John stared at one another. Deep blue against bright red, one set wide, the other narrowed.
"You- you beat me?"
"I suppose I did."
"But how?! I'm used to fighting, I was able to beat so many imps! How could you have possibly actually won?"
"Used to fighting?"
Karkat laughed. He looked into John's still narrowed eyes and couldn't help himself. "Egbert, I fucking know exactly how much fighting you've done. Remember when you first entered the game?"
John blushed, memories of that little hammer and how he had barely been able to lift the thing coming to him very clearly. "Well, what about you? You spent a lot less time fighting the game, than I did!"
"You will never stop shocking me. I was born on Alternia, genius. We practically breathed combat skills. We had to. I wouldn't be here if I hadn't been able to defend myself, stupid!"
John then grinned, "And by here you mean exactly on top of me, right?"
Karkat blinked. Then he shot away from John as if he was a culling drone himself. It was John's turn to start laughing.
"What? I thought you were liking your hard earned position Karkat!"
Karkat covered his face with his hands, "Shut the fuck up, Egbert!"
