This week in writing, 5/6

[dira]

WIPs currently active: 4, still! For now at least!

Words written this week: 5,167

WIPs that got no words this week: 0

WIPs that did get words this week:

There Is No Shortage of Blood: 1,549, mostly still fixing Chapter 42, which is posted now! So hopefully we’ll now be back on track.

Slavefic #6: 1,796, and !!!!! oh man this is gonna be fun/terrible!! :D

All Eternals Deck #2: 428, Hulk POV is ALSO fun. and possibly terrible. :D :D :D 

Dragon!Bucky/Treasure!Steve Sequel: 1,060

+ Not really ever a WIP:

Between the Motion and the Act : 334 (Infinity War one-shot, SPOILERS!)

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Comments

[rmc28]

*cheers you on*

Excited for ALL of these, and very happy to see a new chapter on TINSOB, now to make time to read it!

[summercomfort]

I was thinking about your All Eternals Deck yesterday, in the context of "I want Hulk to hold someone in his lap like a small child, should it be Steve or Bucky?" And I was really torn bc Hulk probably feels more of a connection with Bucky, but the thought of Steve finally not having to be the strong one and getting to relax was also delicious.

Which is to say that one day I'll draw a rather ridiculous picture of both of them sitting in Hulk's lap.

[dira]

This is ... probably not what you were thinking, but is a thing I wrote this week!

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They stared at each other for a moment, and Hulk could feel Banner tugging at him, whispering, Maybe I can handle this after all.

Then the shiny-armed man moved, faster than humans could move, Hulk-fast, and threw himself straight at the Hulk.

Hulk caught him firmly, pinning his arms in place, and his legs too when he started kicking and screaming. He didn't scream in words, but the scream was easier to understand than words. Hulk knew this kind of screaming, the sadness that needed something to smash.

Not here! Banner insisted. Not this stuff!

Hulk huffed. Banner didn't understand anything. Shiny-armed man had been hurting himself, or maybe Hulk, not things. And Hulk knew enough not to let a soft-skinned little human hurt himself, so he held on tight until the shiny-armed man gave up fighting Hulk's grip and turned all his strength to screaming.

Hulk joined in, then, roaring right along with him, taking up the sadness and sharing it. He kept it up when the shiny-armed man had to stop to gasp in another breath, and when Hulk had to breathe the shiny-armed man screamed for them both, on and on, rattling all the metal in the room and making dust fall down on them.

After a long time screaming, the shiny-armed man stopped for breath and it didn't come out as another scream. Hulk let his own roar die, and listened to the hurt-animal sounds the shiny-armed man made, his face all scrunched up and wet and half-hidden against Hulk's chest. Hulk didn't loosen his grip, but he settled more comfortably on the floor and turned his head, rubbing his cheek gently against the top of the shiny-armed man's head and making the softest crooning sound he could, rumbling like distant thunder.

"He's dead," the shiny-armed man sobbed. "Steve was the good one, the golden one, he--he was my friend and he's dead and they made me forget."

The shiny-armed man let out another scream on the tail of the words, but it was weak, getting hoarse. Hulk just held him tight and rumbled at him, sadness weighing him down as the meanings of the words sunk in.

"Friend," he said, when the shiny-armed man had gone quiet again except for the hurt-animal noises, and even those were diminishing. Hulk rubbed his cheek against the man's head again, struggling for another word or two to make it clearer, but words were no help. So he squeezed the man a little tighter and repeated, "Friend."

"Friend," Hulk's friend said back, sounding hoarse and even smaller than usual and patting at Hulk's chest as he said it.

[summercomfort]

awwww what a sweet shoosh-pap from Hulk! <3 <3 <3 Hulk is so good at emotions.

[minoanmiss]

*makes a long wailing noise and falls down upon the floor*

[minoanmiss]

Oh God my HEAAAART.