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nenyabusiness · 6 months

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Writer Asks

Tagged by @myfavouritelunatic and @cliffdivingsblog, thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3? 24 on one account, 43 on another. (I'm telling you, I'm juggling two hyperfixations.)

What's your total AO3 words count? 201,385 on my reylo/haladriel account, 123,964 (100k redacted because of a fic-turned-novel publishing deal) on my Final Fantasy/JRPG/anime account.

What fandoms do you write for? Currently, Tolkien (Rings of Power with touches of Silmarillion) and Final Fantasy XIII (fine, @shadowmeowth, accept that we're more or less co-writing now, FINE).

What are your top five fics by kudos? - A reluctant compromise (reylo, force bond smut) - Whatever It Takes (reylo, WIP that will probably never be finished, I'm so sorry) - The Wolf (reylo, post TLJ-smut) - You'll Be Mine (reylo, force bond smut) - se vis pacem, para bellum (haladriel, John Wick AU) I was on a roll with the reylo force bond smut there for a while.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I didn't use to until about half a year ago. Until then, I didn't see writing fanfiction as being a part of a community the same way I do now. I recognize most of my commenters now, so it feels more natural to turn the comment section into a place for dialogue. (Yes, anyone-who-have-commented-on-a-fic-more-than-a-handful-of-times, I do remember you and I'm always happy to see you come back!)

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? This made me laugh, because in a different lifetime in a different fandom (okay I'm talking hope/light 2012), I was called "the Queen of Angst". I was still struggling a little with writing in English, so I relied a lot on the same kind of writing that you guys see from me today in my ficlets. Short, straight to the point, and packed with emotion. Easy way of getting around that little issue of, you know, not being able to describe things. It's hard to choose from those, but I remember people being really upset about this one: - The nameless soldier In this fandom, most of my ficlets are pretty angsty, but I think this one might be one of the most tragic: - but still the door is closed

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think Four Hours a Day wins the race here, even if se vis pacem, para bellum is a close second. Four Hours a Day might be the only fic I've written that's pure feel-good.

Do you get hate on fics? Back in the FFXIII fandom in 2012, that was just your everyday morning news. The shipping wars were ruthless. Pretty intense from time to time with reylo too. I've only gotten hate twice in the haladriel fandom, and one of them made me laugh so hard because the thing they decided to dunk on was actually taken straight from John Wick.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, yes I do. It used to be limited to M+ territory, but I managed to cross the threshold into proper E with Four Hours a Day. I've always been more intrigued by sexual tension and buildup rather than the actual mechanics, but I'm in an experimenting phase.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written? Do I even have to say it? I'm going to say it: se vis pacem, para bellum. John Wick x Rings of Power x some Silmarillion. When I first got the idea, I thought it was so bizarre that I would probably be its only reader. I was proven wrong. Good times.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. A lot of FFXIII fics were scraped and reuploaded on a different site a couple of years ago, but we managed to get them removed.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yep! The fic that I later rewrote into an original work was translated into German and French, and one of my reylo works have been translated into Russian.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have. I wrote a scene together with @youwearfinethingswellwriter a couple of months ago, and I'm currently in some kind of symbiotic writing relationship with @shadowmeowth.

What's your all time favourite ship? I can't choose between haladriel and hope/light. I just can't. I've got two hyperfixations and neither seem to be willing to let me go. (And one of them has had a hold over me for 13 damn years.)

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Definitely Whatever It Takes. I didn't have an outline when I started, and then the project just grew too big. I knew, ish, where I wanted it to go, but I didn't know how to get it there. I'm really sorry about abandoning it though, because I had so many lovely followers. (Fun fact: I actually got to apologize for that, 7 years later, when one of those followers started commenting on my haladriel fics. The reylo/haladriel venn diagram is a circle.)

What are your writing strengths? Thanks to the editors I worked with when I got my novel published, I learned a lot about writing action scenes and how to control the pacing. I'd like to think that at least some of it stuck. I'm also good at writing short. It's not necessarily an altogether positive thing, but I do know how to get something across with as few words as possible. (Oh, the things you do to avoid describing things when you're writing in your second language.)

What are your writing weaknesses? Second. Language. Writer. My prose is efficient, but it will never be pretty or effortless. And I'm really, really slow.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Unpopular opinion? It's a pet peeve. If it's already established that a conversation is held in a certain language but written in English, there's no need to add phrases from that language to the dialogue. For me, it just makes it look like the characters were speaking English all along. Just... pick one. Full translation or plain English.

First fandom you wrote for? Final Fantasy XIII. Never left.

Favourite fic you've ever written? It's a tie between se vis pacem, para bellum and Four Hours a Day. Para bellum was a four month commitment. I followed an outline from start to finish with barely any alterations at all, and it turned out exactly as planned. 4h/d was the complete opposite. I got an idea, and then I wrote the whole 12k monster of a one shot in like two days. It reawakened my love for music, and I still reread it sometimes when I need to get a music kick. Damn. That was a lot. My usual suspects seem to have been tagged already, so I'm leaving that open. Thanks again!

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fangirlfiction · 5 years

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Savages

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Based off of the book and movie of the same name.

Warning: spicy! Mentions of injuries.

A/N: this is a heavily edited version of my original fic of the same name, reuploaded because of tumblr's shenanigans. This was A LOT spicier before, but I literally couldn't even read it to edit it, so I took a bunch of really explicit stuff out. I'm sorry to all of you spice lovers out there 🌶️

Bucky is a killer. He came back to you with a lot of nightmares and no soul.

Bucky’s hand grips the back of the couch tightly, the movement of his hips shifting the couch from its spot in the living room at Stark Tower. The rest of the Avengers were away on a mission, leaving you and Bucky to take advantage of the empty tower by christening every room that you could. You involuntarily shudder at the memory of you and Bucky in the kitchen the night before, remembering the feeling of him bending you over the marble counter and taking you on the spot.

Bucky’s metal hand tightens slightly around your neck, bringing your thoughts back to him. You are both covered in a light layer of sweat, the intensity of your time together starting to settle in your body already. One of your hands flies to his shoulder when he hits your sweet spot, a moan escaping from between your lips. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, and you look up at Bucky’s face and see his eyes are focused somewhere above your head.

He is always trying to fuck the memories out of himself.

You reach your other hand up to rest on his cheek, and he lowers his eyes to look at you. You smile at him softly and he moves his hand from the couch to the space between your bodies, and his fingers instantly bring you closer to release. You feel the familiar sensation pulling from within you, and you manage to gasp out, “I’m close.”

Bucky leans down and pulls you into a rough kiss, all teeth and tongue, while quickening the pace of his hips and fingers. You close your eyes and throw your head back, Bucky’s name falling from your lips as you fall over the edge. You hear his release follow soon after yours, and he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you. He rolls to the side and you lay next to each other on the couch, panting hard and trying to regain your composure.

It’s only a moment before Bucky is standing and pulling his shirt and jeans back on. He was rarely one for post intimacy cuddling.

“The team should be arriving soon.” Bucky says, kissing you on your forehead before turning to leave the room.

You smile because the teams arrival means Steve's arrival. You stand and pull your sundress back over your head, walking to the mirror in the corner of the room. Your neck and chest are covered in love marks, and you could see light bruises beginning to form from the pressure of Bucky's fingers. You try to smooth your hair down a little to hide the evidence of the last week's activities, but quickly give up when you realize that there’s no use.

You turn and leave the room, deciding to find Bucky. He's sitting in a small room that he and Steve often use as a study, a file open on the desk in front of him. You walk inside and curl up comfortably in the chair that sits across from the desk, watching him as he studies the file. You must have dozed off at some point, because you are jolted awake at the sound of a car door.

Steve.

You grin at Bucky who smiles back at you, and you go flying down the stairs and out the door to find him. You stand at the edge of the driveway and look between the various vehicles gathered there, searching for a familiar head of dirty blond hair. You spot him getting out of a black SUV, pulling his sunglasses off as he exits. You take off running towards him, happily exclaiming, “Steve!”

Steve turns in your direction and his face lights up when he sees you. He catches you easily when you launch yourself at him, and you wrap your legs and arms around him in a welcoming hug. He kisses you softly and then pulls away to look at you.

“My beautiful angel.” You smile at the nickname and kiss him again.

“I missed you, Stevie.” He sets you on the ground softly, your bare feet connecting with the warm concrete beneath you. Steve puts his arm around you and leads you to the front door, eager to get inside.

“I missed you too, angel. Where’s our brooding soldier?”

You’re about to answer him when Bucky emerges from the door that you are both approaching. Steve and Bucky grin at each other and come together in a tight hug as you say, “Speak of the devil.”

Bucky pulls back and asks Steve, “How was the mission?”

Steve shrugs and replies, “It was fine. I’ll tell you both about it later, but first I need to soak in a bath. I got my ass kicked out there, and I’m feeling it today.”

For the first time you notice the cuts and bruises peppering his skin and peeking out from beneath his shirt. Bucky replies, “Yeah, you go ahead. I’m going to go down to the lab to look at a few things, and we’ll talk business later.”

Steve nods and pats Bucky on the back as he walks by. You run upstairs ahead of Steve, preparing a bath as he drops his bags and rids himself of his clothes. You kiss him on the cheek as you walk by saying, “Call me if you need me.”

Your feet have just touched the carpet in the room connected to the bathroom when you hear your name and, “I need you.”

You turn around and walk back into the bathroom, to see a very naked Steve laying in the tub and smiling at you lazily. You walk over and kneel down next to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as you do. He turns to you and smiles, and you make a split-second decision to join him in the tub. You step inside, careful to avoid stepping on him, and drape yourself on top of him, water splashing onto the floor around you.

Steve starts to protest, your name falling from his lips in amused surprise, but you cut him off with a kiss.

“I missed you so much.”

Steve smiles at you again, his eyes full of love and says, “Say it again.”

You lean in and kiss his lips again, pulling away slightly to whisper, “I.”

You move down to his neck, the next word a ghost against his skin, “Missed.”

You slide down a little farther, to the hollow of his throat, a place that always gets him aroused. You dip your tongue into the hollow, small beads of water meeting your tongue. “You.”

Steve pulls you back up to his lips, and into a kiss with a lot more urgency. You smile into it, your tongues fighting for dominance as he pulls you into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. He lifts you out of the tub, carefully stepping onto the tile, never breaking the kiss. He walks you into the adjoining room, and sets you on the bed softly. He pulls your soaking wet dress over your head, and you lean back into the pillows as he slowly slides your underwear down your legs.

With your underwear tossed to the side, he kisses his way back up your leg, lifting it for deeper access as he slides into you with a moan. He pulls you up and holds you close, slowly rolling his hips as he kisses you softly.

You all love each other. So much. You all trust each other.

Steve continues to thrust into you, picking up the pace but touching you softly, like you are fragile. You feel a different kind of buildup within you when you finish with Steve. It’s slower and lighter, but still leaves you dizzy and breathless. Steve finishes at the same time you do, his hand caressing your cheek as he mutters your name. You both collapse back onto the bed together, holding each other and kissing lazily.

Bucky is cold metal, Steve is warm wood. Bucky fucks, Steve makes love. Bucky is earth, and Steve, spirit. And you love them both.

#steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader fluff #stucky x reader angst #spicy stucky x reader

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