#ems fics

thanks @rae-lune for the tag :]

how many fics did you write this year?

16 fics! A couple of those are ongoing wips and one of them is at over 500k words, woops.

how many words did you write this year?

Listen, this is a guesstimate because some of my wips go back a year but roughly around 600k words this year (honestly, probably more). I'm going to start keeping track this year because I write like a fiend.

did you try anything new this year? (new fandom? new pairing? new language?)

I got into All for the Game and really enjoyed writing Andrew's POV!

did you participate in any fests/events during the year?

I participated in Femininomenon Fest and I did the Tortured Poets gift exchange last year and this year! But I've started transitioning out of participating in fests.

which is the funniest fic you have written this year?

I don't have many from this year (not sure what that says about my mental health lol) but Ash Between Teeth has some funny moments.

which is the angstiest fic you have written this year?

Oh, without a doubt, Into the Abyss.

which is the steamiest fic you have written this year?

Again, definitely Into the Abyss. There's so much raunchy and steamy smut in that fic. Those boys are insatiable.

which is your most valuable writing lesson learned this year?

Ah. Love this question. To trust yourself and live in the moment. It's so easy to race to the finish line but if you do that, I promise your writing will read rushed. Take your time. Take a breath. Enjoy every word, every moment, and I promise, the reader will too.

what do you look forward to writing next year?

I'm finally starting my gay late-stage-capitalism rotting forest hunger games-esque original story. So I'm really excited to do that. I'm also finishing A Taste of Sin, and getting back into A Song of Serpents, then I plan to finish Muse of the Mango Tree. I just want to focus my time on the characters I've loved since I was a child and finish some wips, maybe start some new ones if I feel like it, and focus on the new characters I've crafted.

You awake to music playing quietly. That’s weird, you don’t usually leave the radio on...

That’s when you remember, you aren’t at your home. You decided to stay here, at the prison. That means the music could only be one thing. A smile finds your face as you sit up in bed. Yancy is there, dancing to the soft music and singing along quietly.

You watch him for a few minutes. The elaborate way he moves his arms and dances around the prison cell is captivating.

“Oh, youse is awake,” He says as the song ends. You blush, realizing that he just caught you staring.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be creepy,” you tell him.

“It’s alright,” he says. He smiles at you. “Care to join me?”

“Dancing? I’m not nearly as good as you-”

“Youse don’t have to be good. Youse just have to dance,” he cuts you off, grabbing your hand and pulling you off of the bed. Another song starts playing. This time, it’s slower. The voice coming through the speakers is softer.

“Yancy-” you say as he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you.

“Y/n,” he interrupts you once more. “Just dance.”

So you dance. You guys sway to the music. The prison cell fades away and it’s only you and Yancy, spinning and floating across the floor. It seems to go on forever, but if it did you wouldn’t mind.

Across the room, Remus’ breath fogs up the window as he leans against it. A book teeters on his knees, but he hasn't flipped a page in over an hour.

Every once in a while, Peter fidgets with the wireless if the crackling gets too loud; and when he's not doing that, he nervously picks at the fraying edge of the rug.

The safe house feels smaller each day.

Walls press in on them, slowly cracking from the growing pressure of an imploding world. The war teeters on losses, and every day feels like a ticking clock edging toward oblivion.

At least they have each other.

"Turn it up a bit, would you?" James peers around the paper at Peter. "Kingsley said there might be news about the raid in Diagon Alley."

Thanks for the tag @goneinsecondsxo 🫶 a little snippet from the next chapter of taste of sin!!

Across the road, past the spill of light, something shifts.

Evan halts in the middle of the sidewalk. Regulus’ and Barty's laughs fade as they roll ahead, while James, Marlene, and Sirius follow—slower, but still fading.

A woman stands near the far edge of the lot, half-shadowed by a flickering streetlamp. She's rummaging through a bag at her feet. Half bent at the waist. Face just out of sight.

Evan can't see any details. Only the shape of her hair, the slope of her shoulders—it hits him all at once, sharp and wrong and familiar in a way that makes his chest seize.

His breath stutters. A cigarette burns between his fingers, smoke muddying his vision.

For a heartbeat, the world narrows to that shape.

“Mom?” The word slips out before he can stop it.

Thanks for the tags @mikanseinic, @galaxoshine, @rae-lune :] love your snippets!!!

Sorry for anyone who gets tagged that isnt a chainsaw man fan, my bad 😅

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Angel can feel it. Thick in the air. An energy that vibrates his fingertips. They don't have much time left. Death is here to claim them. The man will go first. Very soon. The woman will go after. Angel thinks she might even have an hour. But no more. 

He crouches over her. No longer caring about his wings. He can practically feel the warmth of the blood against his feathers. 

The woman's eyes meet his. Angel can taste her panic and fear, a tingle on his tongue. 

Her mouth opens, and she gasps a thick breath. “P–please help me—please—” 

Angel doesn't even wince. 

“I can't.” Angel blinks. “You're too far gone. It won't be long now.” 

Her gaze rolls to the man, then to Angel again as if asking a question she can't seem to voice.

Angel doesn't need her to. 

“I can't help him either. He's almost gone.” 

“End… it,” she rasps. 

Angel doesn't know why he does it. Usually, he wouldn't. Usually, he doesn't mind watching them slip away. It's cathartic. 

But this time, he brings a single finger down upon the man's temple. 

Enjoy my musings of a shitty Monday spent in bed. 7k, explicit, one shot.

Flashing lights thrum to the beat of the music, casting intermittent shadows over Neil's silhouette. Andrew watches him where he leans against the railing. Observing every angle, every detail, every movement. His heart is a betrayal, sending awful warmth to every inch of his body. It's then that Andrew makes a decision. He wants him. All of him.

It's with the taste of whiskey on their tongues, and want on their lips, that Andrew and Neil try something new.

A little pining Andrew Minyard for the Monday blues.

Andrew is dead set on pretending like he isn't obsessed with Neil, meanwhile, Roland is dead set on calling his bluff.