#mostlyimmortal

The 90s was a fun time for Joe and Nicky.

He'd only come back for his phone, after all, and it's barely after eight in the morning, and Nicky probably should have at least asked before doing what he did, so he parts his lips, an apology perched on his tongue:

"Do I smell coffee?" Joe asks in a voice softened, roughened.

Hi Tini! (have i told you i love your URL yet?) 🥰

💎- favourite trope to write?

I'm a huge sucker for idiots to lovers in any form, but as a sub-category of that: (reverse) fake-dating and the MVP there was only one bed. It's always a delight, and it looks like I won't stop any time soon ;)

📒- any fics planned?

YES! I'm currently writing the overdue sequel to 'if you do take a thief' which is a flirty found family heist (and probably the closest Copley will ever get to a redemption arc). But I'm also poking around at two other fic ideas:

One is a slow-paced "coming of immortality" story for Nile, set in the six months before Quynh shows up at Booker's place.

The other has been triggered again by me getting seriously into my dissertation, it's the Joe/Nicky Lockdown!AU where journalist Joe gets trapped in Milan and sees the lockdown out with Nicky.

Might have to parallel write depending on where the mood takes me ;)

Hi yes? I’m gonna CRY

Ahh, thank you honey, that’s very sweet of you 💖💝

😘

Aww Tini 😘😚😘 You are so sweet, thank you! 🥰

For you, lovely, a sneak peek of a special fic that will be out soon (hopefully a treat! 🍬):

Joe is hoping for friendly. It depends if he scared the guy away with their talk last night. “Good morning,” says the neighbor, nodding. His eyes are shadowed, but the purple bags somehow only enhance the enticing sharpness of his gaze as it flicks over Joe's body in an impersonal onceover.  Joe thinks he deserves a rather more personal inspection, but you can't account for taste.