#she's my fave leave her aloneeeee

[kristenbeeapples]

the "d20bb is the first fic i've written with plot" mood is FOR REAL (contrary to your blog title, you seem to be skateboarding Directly Into Feelings fic-wise, and doing a sick trick all the while!) also, no pressure to share first draft bits if you don't wanna, but the ragh&kristen post-hell combat fic sounds cool as, well, hell!

lmaooooo sola this is such a call out 😂 tbf it feels very fig to be like, ‘no feelings here at all!’ and then just spew a bunch onto an ao3 document. and yes! plotting is wild! i’m having fun but i also have to use my brain which is hard bc i have no brain cells :(

ragh and kristen fic! this is probably the oldest wip i have because i started writing it right after that episode aired, but then the NEXT episode aired and i dropped everything to write thunder in our hearts instead. the main reason i never ended up finishing it is bc i went back to rewatch and realised there is probably less than 5 minutes between the battle against daybreak and the demons ending and fabian crashing the ship into the side of a building - so not exactly much time for a heart to heart, lol. here’s an extract!

Ragh slings an arm over her shoulders, replacing Tracker’s warmth, and Kristen lets herself relax a little. Ragh is surprisingly huggable despite the fact that he has more muscles than Kristen’s had existential crises, and over the course of dozens of GSA meetings they’ve become familiar enough to get the logistics of them down to a fine art. Kristen easily leans into the crook of his shoulder, watching Tracker make her way back to the others.

“You want my jacket?” Ragh asks after a moment.

Kristen looks down at the tattered remains of her blood-soaked shirt, and grimaces. “Please.”

Ragh takes off his letterman jacket and drapes it over Kristen’s shoulders. “Here.”

“Thanks,” she says, and shrugs her arms into the sleeves stiffly, her abdomen still tight and numb as the healing magic works to stitch up her injuries. It’s comically huge on her, but it’s warm and covers her ruined t-shirt, so she snuggles into it gratefully.

“Is all that blood yours?” Ragh says, with a look of concern.

“I think some of it might be Gilear’s,” Kristen says, wrinkling her nose.

“Gross.”

“Yeah.”  

There’s a pause as they settle back into their positions, before Ragh says, “Hell fucking sucks, dude.”

“Yeah,” Kristen sighs. “Fucking Daybreak.”

“Fucking Dayne.”

#thats-the-moon-grey #thank u sola!! #asks #my fic #my writing #kristen #ragh #fantasy high #remember the last few episodes of fhsy when brennan was just like #kristen's gotta die! :) #daybreak fight she goes down #then it's forest of nightmare king kalina ripping her to shreds #then it's old dead horse stabbing her #i know it had to happen for plot. but listen #she's my fave leave her aloneeeee #(don't it gave me so much angst fuel) #long post