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[traincat]

I am hip deep in future babies/support grinding and I have fic I need to write, so help me get the ball rolling:

Stump the Writer!

A -- go to the list of my fics (near complete list

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I am hip deep in future babies/support grinding and I have fic I need to write, so help me get the ball rolling:

Stump the Writer!

A -- go to the list of my fics (near complete list <a href="http://www.archiveofourown.org/users/traincat>here</a>, or there's my fic post and meme tags) and pick out a line or three from one of my stories. (Must be a full line, please -- no sentence fragments or speech tags or other such nonsense.)
B -- I will respond with which story of mine I think it's from.
C -- A fic snip to anyone who stumps me.

OR

1. Give me a pairing
2. Give me a <a href="http://www.textsfromlastnight.com>text from last night</a>.
3. I'll write you a short fic based on the scenario.

If you're not sure if I'll write a fandom/pairing/character, feel free to ask. Multiple requests are totally cool.

Comments

[raphiael]

First one:
"She looked surprised, but not unhappy, to see him. He shifted nervously, hefting his backpack a little higher on his shoulder."

Second one:
Tibarn/Reyson: "Yeah, I've been trying to get him to eat healthier. Turns out he'll eat almost any fruit or vegetable as long I let him eat it off my body."
(I'm sorry)
(I was going to do something else but)
(yeah)

[traincat]

Okay I am 98% sure that's from Party of Two, but considering I had to stare at my own summaries page and play "narrow it down by tense and character interaction" for ten minutes? You get a fic snippet regardless. Name your prompt.

--

"Um, my king."

Tibarn looked up from where he was sunning himself, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. There was a smudge of something green across his left nipple. "Yes, Janaff? Ulki?"

The Eyes and Ears traded dubious looks. Janaff tossed his apple from hand to hand; Ulki grabbed his wrist to still him.

"You've got a little..." Janaff trailed off.

"Something," Ulki finished for him.

"Right," Janaff said. "You've got a little something. Right, uh. There-ish." He hovered his free hand above his own chest. Tibarn made a noise of surprise and looked down. He swiped a thumb across the green mark and then stuck it in his mouth.

"Hm," he said. "Thought he got it all."

Another quick, suspicious glance. Janaff's wings fluttered.

"'Got it all', sire?" he repeated, raising his eyebrows sharply. Tibarn's grin bared teeth.

"Did you say something, Janaff?" he asked, getting up and stretching out his wings.

Janaff was spared from answering by a flutter of white wings by the window. Prince Reyson peered out at them for a moment, clothes somewhat more disheveled than usual, then crooked one finger in Tibarn's direction and disappeared back inside. Tibarn practically beamed.

"I'm going to need to borrow that," he said, bounding up the steps and snatching the apple from Janaff's hands. "Wait for me, Reyson!"

"Well," Janaff said, staring at his empty hand. "That explains why the White Prince has been looking so ... vibrant as of late."

"He says borrow," Ulki replied, "like you expect to get it back."

"Ugh," Janaff said, shuddering. "Come on, let's go for a flight. You don't need to hear all that."

Ulki nodded his agreement.

(no don't be sorry I'm sorry)

[amielleon]

To the first one: “I’ll go. You,” she said, “will stay here. They still want to get a good look at your ribs.”

I reserve my right to the second until after you feel good about writing FE13!

[traincat]

Leave the Gun on the Table. (Weirdly, I must have stolen that line off one of my DC WiPs because my first instinct was, wait, I posted that Nightwing fic? And then I realized, nope, Clint/Bucky.)

If you're okay with weird modern AUs you can go ahead on FE13.