Category: WIP Wednesday

Chaesoo WIP

Hope ZaneWIP Wednesday

This is making me scream today, so now it can make you scream too~

So this is, like, a thing they’re doing now. Fucking around on Minjae, behind his back.

Chaeyong never asks Jisoo if it’s ok, if he feels okay about it. He thinks about it, but frankly he just… doesn’t have the nerve, and it’s not because he’s afraid of Minjae. Chaeyong’s actually never been afraid of him, or at least… not like that.

He knows who Minjae’s family is, and unlike the others, he’s actually seen some of Minjae’s violence. He knows what Minjae’s capable of.

It’s more like… not wanting to disturb something that’s so precariously balanced, like a snowglobe on a shelf, a dewdrop that’s not quite falling.

It would be easier if it was just sex, but it’s not.

“Hey, you wanna go see a movie later?”

All the others are out at work, and Harin took Lambchop to the groomer.

Jisoo snorts. “A movie? What are you, eighty?” But he flicks the cover of his magazine shut, so he’s clearly interested.

Chaeyong rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m an old man. You wanna humor gramps and go see something?”

Jisoo crosses his arms. “What movie?”

“Reaper Haunting.”

Jisoo perks up at that. The trailers for that movie all looked massively bloody, and Jisoo is a gross little gore porn hound at heart. He loves scary movies, the more twisted and bloody, the better.

“Don’t tell Minjae?” Jisoo says, already getting up to get his jacket, and Chaeyong gets a lump in his throat.

“Yeah, I won’t tell him.”


Chaeyong is surprised, actually, that Jisoo feels ok going outside again. He doesn’t seem skittish or twitchy while they walk the half a mile to the theater, although Chaeyong had offered to spring for a cab.

“If you all keep me inside all the time, I’m going to get fat like veal.”

Jisoo has put on weight, but it looks good on him. Healthy, like it’s making him less brittle. Although he’d still felt light when he was climbing atop Chaeyong, putting his weight on him and pinning him down as he’d slid his pussy down on Chaeyong’s cock.

Chaeyong turns red and stops talking for long enough that Jisoo gives him a weird look. Shit, he doesn’t know what Jisoo was saying. He hopes it doesn’t show on his face, what he was just thinking about.

The movie theater itself is just another kind of torture. Chaeyong really had wanted to see the movie with Jisoo. He hadn’t just been fucking around, but he’s now intimately aware of how close Jisoo is to him. Jisoo’s long, slender arm is slung over the arm rest, close enough to brush Chaeyong’s when he leans over to get more popcorn out of the bucket on Chaeyong’s lap.

SPOILERY little WIP (wip it like you stole it eyy)

Hope ZaneWIP Wednesday

But in this, even Iseult is surprised—she gives birth not to one babe, but to two.

All told, her birth is a strange and involved affair.

There are cunning folk that Iseult has kept in touch with, and even those of the fey courts have a hand.

They all turn up at the doors of Domhan Mhín, one after another, and Jenny is sore beside herself. After the first, second, and third visitors come, Iseult thinks that Jenny will start turning them away at the door.

Certainly that’s the way it seems as she stands poised there, dressed in cursed coins with her hair ringing her head like a fury, barring the entrance.

“We come to visit the mother and child,” one fey man who Iseult does not recognize says.

He is stooped and hunched, with a kind of wheedling voice. He carries a satchel that bulges oddly. It stops when he compresses it in his hands, as if cowed, but then soon after starts up again. To watch it is to feel strangely and vaguely ill.

“I didn’t ask what you were doing here,” Jenny says, her already strong voice rising and growing tarter. “I asked what that has to do with me.”

WIP Saturday cause fuck it, we ball

Hope ZaneWIP Wednesday

Caerlon is only nice if you think living in the bottom of a hollowed-out glass bottom boat is nice.

If you don’t ever want to go back. If you’re that kind of bitch.

Soldier is that kind of bitch.

She has a scar over her lip, right in the middle, splitting it like a cupid’s bow. Harlot has pretty, slivered silverfish scars crisscrossing all up and down her arms. Ghostly white—pale, like the moon.

Soldier’s scars are all ugly. She doesn’t have flesh that heals well. Her body is aggressive, scar tissue like an overachiever, knotted and red and welty as if daring the world to try to split it again.

that boy you once loved so much

Hope ZaneWIP Wednesday

Excerpts from a new book, ch. 3

Far away, on the other side of campus, a man with long, slender legs and a head full of mussed blue hair stirs. He groans faintly, and the body beside him stirs with him, making an inquisitive sound while still mostly sunk in slumber, barely waking up.

Robin reaches out and pats him a few times with his eyes still slitted shut—

Nothing to see here, just go back to bed.

Robin groans as he dredges himself back to the land of the living. It hurts waking up. The sunlight stings his eyes, and he has to practically force them open.

“Where you goin’, baby?” a sweet voice slurs behind him.

“Nowhere,” Robin says. “Keep dreaming.”

It could come off a little acerbic, but the alpha in bed takes it as sweet pillow talk. He rumbles slightly and shoves his face back into his pillow. His hair is a sandy blond color, wavy and tousled with sleep, and his sheets are clean for a college student’s—Robin’s insistence. He’s not going to sleep somewhere with a dirty bed.

Blue-haired Robin touches his slender feet down to the ground, recoiling slightly at the chill. He looks like a towheaded swan as he glides around the small and messy room, unselfconscious with all of his smooth, clear skin on display—the slender and shapely line of his back, his smooth and clean limbs. It’s still dark with early morning, but Robin’s eyes have always been good. He fishes around in the pockets of the alpha’s pants until he finds a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He opens the window, letting in a refreshing trace of early morning air that blows the haze of sex and pheromones away.

The sun is just starting to rise over the grand, old pine trees that line the campus, touching the dew-swept grass with orange.

Robin doesn’t pay any special attention to it. His eyes rove past it, settling on the horizon while he smokes his cigarette calmly.

He purses his lips, blowing another puff of smoke off the window. The white smoke rises, trailing lazily like a dragon’s plume up to the sky.

“Baby?” the voice calls when he’s almost finished with his cigarette, lightly wheedling with sleep. That tangled mess of sandy blond hair peeks up from the bed. “Baby, it’s cold. Shut the window and come back to bed.”

“Coming,” Robin says lightly.

He finishes the last of his cigarette before stubbing it out on the window sill.

He does leave the window open, but he goes back to bed to warm his companion with his body.