#incarcerus

Kleiner Aufruf in eigener Sache: Wie manchen von euch vielleicht schon bewusst ist, findet noch bis Ende Juni das Voting für den Harry Potter Award 2019/2020 von fanfiktion.de statt.

Incarcerus ist dabei in drei Kategorien norminiert  - Bestes Crossover, Beste Geschichte - Fantasy und Beste Geschichte - Het. Schon dafür ein ganz herzliches Dankeschön. Nominiert worden zu sein hat mich nach der gewaltigen Arbeit, die Incarcerus ja doch zwischenzeitlich war, sehr, sehr glücklich gemacht.

Ich würde mich sehr freuen, wenn ihr am Voting teilnehmt (falls ihr es noch nicht getan habt). Jeder mit einem fanfiktion.de-Account kann hieran mitwirken, muss dafür nur beim Voting seinen offiziellen Accountnamen verwenden. Oben habe ich bereits die drei Kategorien verlinkt, in denen Incarcerus aufgestellt ist. Mehr Infos zum Award finden sich hier. Am Ende der verlinkten Seite finden sich hier auch nochmal alle Links zum Voting der einzelnen Kategorien.

So as you know, I am a starving grad student who has been having months of money anxiety and stress and juggling five or six part time jobs and School of History fuckery, and anyway, long story short, I have now made a Kofi account, which you can find here. I stress that this is completely voluntary and there is no obligation whatsoever, but if you want to toss some pennies my way, I’d be super grateful.

I hate talking myself up, but well. I have been here a long time, multiple people have met me and can vouch that I am a real (and hopefully nice) person, I have contributed a lot of content for every fandom I have been in, and I have been told before that I should publish my fics or otherwise make money from them somehow. I can’t do that directly, obviously, but this is like a tip jar (similar to Patreon) to support me if you have enjoyed my work, and it would mean a lot to me.

I have written:

The North Remembers, for ASOIAF (probably my fanfiction masterwork)

Crimson, Incarcerus, The Lightbearers, The Dark Horizon, the When in Rome series, burning in the fire of a thousand smiles, [you don’t know me you don’t wear my chains], and countless one-shots for OUAT/Captain Swan, as well as Outlaw Queen and other ships.

The Inferno, In Nomine Patris, in the lands of gods and monsters, and several smutty one-shots for Lucifer/Deckerstar.

I have a far too vast Garcy fic tag with my married AU, the trash saga, Once Upon a Dream, and my various one shots.

I have answered tons of questions and written tons of meta, and I like to think I’m a pretty positive person and valuable contributor to whatever fandom. So again... absolutely no obligation, if you want to, and if you’ve enjoyed my content at some point, I could really use a hand.

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An dieser Stelle noch einmal die Erinnerung, dass das lange Warten ein Ende hat und der fünfte Teil der Timeturner Saga  Incarcerus morgen voraussichtlich am frühen Abend auf fanfiktion.de Premiere feiern wird. 

Die finale Korrektur läuft noch, doch da ich nun einen vernünftigen Vorsprung von 25 Kapiteln habe und es sich ohnehin nur um die Korrektur von Schönheitsfehlern handelt, steht dem Start nichts länger im Wege.

Neue Kapitel wird es in der Regel immer am Mittwoch und am Samstag geben.

this is set in the Incarcerus verse, soon after Will and Killian went their separate ways/Will decided to move on but still regrets it

Will Scarlet had stared at the text for the last half hour. Typed it, retyped it, deleted it, hovered on the verge of sending it, wussed out (there was that saying about the wolf in the henhouse, but he had no idea what to do when the wolf was the hen – the chicken, rather). Kept wanting to. Kept knowing he could. It wouldn’t take much.

I miss you.

It was true. He did miss the blood-sucking bastard, even though it had been his idea to suggest that after five years of – whatever they were, it was plain that a werewolf and a vampire, especially that vampire, weren’t going to have much of a future. Killian didn’t want to keep Will like this anyway, not when he knew how much it had already cost him with the pack, with all of London watching him suspiciously, waiting for the day that the Tail would turn traitor to the most notorious Tooth that ever stalked the city. After all, it was self-evident. Killian Jones. Killian Jones, the wolf-killer. Did Will have a death wish?

I miss you.

Will kept staring at it. Took another swig from the half-open lager can next to him – aye, drinking during daylight hours, not that this was the first time a wolf ever had. Gotten chucked out of Lunar the other night anyway, fuck Quinn and his pack of well-groomed hipster doggies, so he’d be doing a lot of drinking alone anyway.

I miss you.

He closed his eyes, telling himself he still could go back. Even knowing it wasn’t going anywhere, that Killian wanted better for him, that he should try to build a life where the pack wasn’t half-expectin’ him to sprout fangs and develop a sudden burning thirst for O-negative –

I miss you.

Will deleted the text and put his phone down. Stared at the wall, behind which his neighbors were arguing again. Having werewolf hearing was really the bloody pits when you lived in a council flat in Canary Wharf. Especially when Killian’s place in Russell Square had felt like …

Well, like home, really.

Wolf-killer.

This was for the best. Will knew it was. Even he wasn’t that much of an idiot. (No comments from the peanut gallery.)