I was tagged by the lovely @immacaria awhile back and writing is still fighting but tonight I actually got some words out! Returning to the Sea-Stranger/MerHob verse; we'll see if I manage enough for posting before MerMay is out. And as always you get a chunky snippet not just a single line. ❤️
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"Right then." The merman straightens up in the water, glides forward to the lip of the cave. "Let's do this." And he hoists himself up onto the rock floor with a great splashing flick of his tail behind him.
Dream cannot stop staring. The merman twists, settles himself more or less into a sitting posture along the edge, turned toward Dream with his tail fin floating in the water, bright yellow just beneath the surface. His tail itself is as vividly orange as Dream recalls, generously spotted with brilliant blue in a very leopard-like pattern; there are sunny yellow fins along his hips, all down his back, flattened snug against his body now that he's out of the water. His arms and chest are indeed as hairy as they'd been in his human form, Dream confirms, ignoring the bit of his mind that insists on noting how attractive it is. The transition from human torso to fish tail is seamless, flawless, a smooth flow from skin to scale with no definitive line between the two. His hair hangs in long wet tendrils nearly to his waist, curling over his shoulders, half-hiding the ear fins. And his eyes, the eyes that have not left Dream's mind since yesterday, are fixed on him now with a defiant sort challenge and more than a hint of trepidation in their depths.
Christ, but he is utterly beautiful.
"You're staring." The way the merman's mouth twists up at one corner wants to convey a cheeky confidence, but the faintest waver in his voice undermines the attempt.
"I am." Dream blinks, shakes his head. "My apologies. I don't wish to be rude."
"Nah, look your fill," the merman says, and flashes a nervous smile. "S'why we're here, right?" He tilts his head up, barks a little laugh. "Fuck but I'm squidgy as a sand dollar at low tide, this is bonkers. Can't believe I'm sittin' here normo talkin' to a human." He shakes himself just a little, lifts a hand to fiddle with the lowest spine of one ear fin, eyes coming back to Dream's face.
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Currently Working On: ...Uh. Having unexpectedly finished that Goujun wip from 2006 I am back to trying to cajole my brain into writing gear with little luck most nights. When it cooperates I am poking at various selkie AU bits. Considering switching gears to attempt more MerHob for posting in May
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Still Wednesday in my timezone, here we go. Tagged by @wonderfulnothing1833 - thank you! I somehow wrote a thousand-ish words yesterday of selkie Dream telling Hob his tragic backstory and I'm not 100% sure where it's going but here is a taste.
"I thought perhaps it was compassion, that she and my father might finally be coming to accept my choices, my family."
"But they were not," Hob says softly, when Dream does not continue, and it's not a question. He's waiting for specifics, but it's clear enough that Dream's parents had done or facilitated something awful to destroy his relationship with Calliope. He has this horrible sick sinking feeling that he's about to learn exactly the sorts of things that would drive Dream to accept marriage on land to a complete stranger to escape them. He does not want to hear it, particularly, but at this point he really needs to.
Dream is still silent, staring into the distance, eyes red-rimmed and glimmering, and Hob scoots closer, gently takes Dream's hand in both his own to cradle it in his lap. "What did they do, Dream?" he asks, very softly, holding Dream's hand with all the love and support he can send through that touch.
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This is pared down to things that I really want to see finished and/or still think I'll actually write. It's been a struggle this year; the drive I had last year fizzled out with Fluffbruary and I would like to coax it back. So. Send me one of these and I will write at least three sentences of it to share.
La Danse Macabre
Changing Gear I Pull You Tighter to Me
Shatter and Explode
Tell Me There's No Other
Search agency fic
Academic Conference AU
Hot For Teacher
Selkie bread
Pleasure Little Treasure
MerHob
For Hope, I'd Give My Everything
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It took me so long to get to this because I didn't have any new word to share, but now that the gremlins are back at work, I can share seven sentences from my new unhinged thing.
"Morning, Hob."
Death is already there, crouched beside the bed, her Tyvek suit rustling as she glances up at him with that warm smile of hers that never quite fades, no matter how grim the scene.
Thank Christ it's her. Teleute's one of the best MEs he's ever worked with. Earned the nickname Death years ago, and it stuck, in part because of the irony, but mostly because she's bloody good at her job.
"Beat me here this time," he says, stepping closer.
"Got the call early," she replies, gesturing to the body with a gloved hand, no doubt ready to give him a prelim rundown.
I think it's been so long that everyone's already been tagged, but if someone wants to play, consider this my tag. ❤️
Wherein one is given a word and tasked to share a small snippet that starts with that letter from a wip.
I was tagged with SNOW by the lovely @tj-dragonblade! ❤️
S- From a very old wip (at least 3 years old), inspired by fey folklore.
Something's suddenly wrong, though Hob doesn't realize it at first. One moment Hob is perfectly fine, driving and singing along to the song playing through the speakers, and the next his eyelids are drooping.
The drowsiness crashes over him, unnatural and irresistible. He can barely keep his eyes open, and there's something calling to him, lulling him to sleep, a wordless voice that whispers he should pull over, just for a moment. Just rest. Just close his eyes. Everything will be fine if he does.
And really, what harm could come from it?
The clearing appears on his left. It’s the perfect spot. Dark and quiet and welcoming. His hands are already turning the wheel. He's just going to pull over. He's just going to rest his eyes for one minute. Just one–
Never, ever stray from the main road.
The old barkeep’s words make him jolt wide awake.
N- Still from my cemetery of lost WIPS, another super old one. Arranged marriage.
Nearly a year has passed since their wedding day, and Hob remembers with perfect clarity every bloody detail. He recalls the tightness in Dream's expression as they exchanged vows, a prince bound by duty to wed a nobleman from the bordering realm, all for the sake of political stability.
Hob remembers the hall going quiet when Dream walked down the aisle. God, he'd been beautiful, resplendent in ceremonial robes that shimmered like starlight, the air of one who was about to go to the gallows about him. Dream's face was a study in controlled emotion, his expression neutral save for a tightness around his eyes that spoke volumes to Hob.
O- From another ancient WIP featuring a Dream that does deal in souls.
Observing Hob with sharp eyes, the stranger hums thoughtfully, making him squirm under the assessment. "I could allow you a hundred years from now."
Hob does laugh this time. "A hundred years?" he asks incredulously. "And what would you get from that? My soul?"
Hob meant it in jest, but the stranger nods, a wicked gleam in his eyes that sends all of Hob's hair standing on end. "Your soul," he agrees.
W- From a PWP set in my Boxing AU.
“Why haven’t we, then?” Hob gasps against his lips, and Dream marvels at the notion that he has been made breathless because of him.
“I was your instructor,” Dream replies, and a sharp curl of want ripples along his spine when Hob’s lips chase the line of his jaw. “And I happen to believe one should try to apply at least some pretence of decorum to professional arrangements.”
Hob makes a low sound, one between a laugh and a groan, one that never fails to stir the simmering heat of arousal low in Dream’s belly. “Right,” he murmurs, his voice delightfully roughened. His lips follow his fingers and he places an open-mouthed kiss over Dream’s collarbone, then whispers against his skin, “allow me to make up for it, then.”
Gently tagging, with no pressure, @niennathegrey, @sofscribbles, and everyone else who wishes to play! ❤️
Wherein one is given a word and tasked to share a small snippet that starts with that letter from a wip
Under the cut for length and bc two of them are spicy
Tagged with CLUB by @dragonnan ❤️❤️❤️
C - from La Danse Macabre, the vampire fantasy I've been focusing on all month 🧛
"Clearly," Dream murmurs, lips tilting up in fond amusement. "But to you, who has secured such a gift by other means—what have I to offer one who is already immortal?" His eyes are intense, shimmering dark and starry, cobalt blue around the edges.
"It's not just about the immortality, though, is it?" Hob gazes up at Dream, warm and smitten, letting it shine openly in his face. "I mean there's the illicit thrill of the dark and forbidden, the intimacy and the trust, the promise of a lasting bond—" He can't help the shiver that runs through him. "The blood drinking is just. It's very hot, in context."
L - also from La Danse Macabre, but earlier 🧛
"Looks smashing on you, if so." Hob grins, eagerly settles his hand in the cradle of Dream's. "May've had a few fantasies that start like this, actually."
Dream's smile doesn't change, per se, but there is an intensified air of triumph and satisfaction about him, at that. "I am pleased, that you appreciate it. Particularly given your early fears as to my true nature."
Hob blushes, rolls his eyes a bit. "It's not like I ever seriously thought you were a vampire—"
U - from Hot For Teacher, the student-professor roleplay wip I still haven't finished 👨🏫
"Up. Knees on the desk, up we go."
Dream, trembling, climbs onto the desk as directed, panting the prettiest little whines as he goes, and presents his arse.
"So fucking beautiful," Hob murmurs, slipping two fingers deep into him just to hear him moan. "Spread your legs for me. Wide as you can. Drop your arse so I can get my cock back inside you, there's a love."
B - from the sadly-neglected Turbo Lover AU 🚘
"But I need you to understand something. I don't care about your money—well, let's be perfectly honest. Your money is damned nice and I love you spoiling me. But I don't want you because of all that. If you didn't have money it wouldn't change my feelings. If your parents disowned you or cut you off because of me or something I'd still want you, want to be with you. If you lost everything, I would move you into my flat and teach you all the ins and outs of—of coin-operated laundry and thrifting for bargains and the secrets of couponing to max a few quid at Tesco. It's—this is not about your money. This was never about your money. It's about you. Dream—I really, really like you. All of you. Everything about you."
And tagged with GAIN by @teejaystumbles ❤️❤️❤️
G - from the search agency AU wip that still needs a title 🔎
"Glad you found your way back!" Hob greets, very aware of the giddy little swoop his stomach does at the sight of pale skin and glossy black hair; it ticks a mild warning in the back of his head. Maybe he's just that attracted to the guy at first sight. Or maybe he's the sort of Other who comes packaged with charm and enchantment, deliberate or otherwise.
The guy eyes him with the most adorable faintly-quizzical frown. "Is your office in the habit of relocating itself, Hob Gadling?"
Hob laughs, delighted, decides that letting himself be enchanted will only help him learn more about this guy and his case. If it's deliberate, let him think it's working. And if it's natural, well. Hob's never been one not to go where his heart takes him.
A - from the Selkie-verse bread-baking fic that stalled in February and still needs a title 🥖
"Anyway." Hob clears his throat, scores the side of the second loaf and sets it into its dutch oven. "So human food is still pretty unfamiliar to you, then?" He opens the oven, which has by now come up to temp, covers both loaves and puts them in to bake.
"Yes. And without my sibling's expertise, I am. Uncertain, how I should proceed."
"Well then, as your 'husband', I am at your service." Hob sweeps a grand courtly bow, feeling a little ridiculous but also a little flirtatious.
I - from Pleasure Little Treasure, a smutfic about Dream in jewelry and lingerie that I've had simmering forever 💎
Inevitably, that ends up being the dick piercing. Dream trembles each time Hob presses over it, warbles helplessly when Hob pushes it one way or the other. He's still leaning back on his free hand, clinging to Hob's head between his spread legs with the other; Hob gets the jewelry between his teeth through the barrier of the knickers, tugs gently, and Dream gives a gasping whine, cock twitching. A bead of precome soaks through the lace, sharp and salty when Hob presses his tongue to it, and abruptly he can't go another moment without seeing what he's playing with.
He pulls back, slides his fingers under the waistband of Dream's knickers and pulls them down reverently, just enough to free the head of Dream's cock, keeping most of his length trapped in the lace. "Look at you," he breathes, glancing up to meet Dream's eyes, and Dream shudders.
N - from La Danse Macabre, in between the two above🧛
"Naturally," Dream says, and with an elegant step back he lifts Hob's hand high and twirls him about, like they're dancing. When Hob stops they are again face to face, and Hob's dressed up in a style to match Dream, coat and breeches a deep teal leaning more toward green than blue, gold accents instead of silver. His hair is longer than he's worn it in over a hundred years and tied back like Dream's; he's absolutely sure the ribbon matches his coat.
He glances down at himself and back up, smiles brilliantly at Dream. "Perfect."
