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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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Dorcas is so in character but still nice, I love it! And her dramatic backstory was awesome

Also, solving the Lysander x Dagbert dilemma by making them rivaling mafia bosses in the background.. worked surprisingly well? The introduction was beautiful, too (what do you MEAN Lysander is a mafia boss I thought he was a lawyer??)

And the crocodiles tying into that fun wedding arc :3

And then the witch planning weird things in the background :3

I love your fics!

Cursed Love

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Dorcas Loom had a secret. She was in love with Gabriel Silk, the famous concert pianist. But there was a small problem—she was cursed.

It had started with her illustrious ancestor Ifalda Loom, who had gotten herself into an affair with a married French Lord. Unfortunately, that lord had a powerful witch for a wife, and once she found out about the affair she became enraged and cursed poor Ifalda to never find love. She also cursed her husband—she turned him into a toad.

Sadly for Dorcas, the curse was inherited by Ifalda’s descendants, particularly her female descendants. Dorcas only found out about it on her eighteenth birthday, when she came of age and her longtime boyfriend broke up with her suddenly for a very vague and strange reason. It was the curse, her parents told her when they revealed the truth to her. The curse had driven him away. This was to be her fate, for the rest of her life.

Dorcas was understandably distraught. She would never be able to find love, and all because some stupid ancestor had pissed off a witch. It was outrageous, it was unfair! For years she lived in denial and tried to circumvent the curse—she pursued countless men (Dorcas had never been attracted to women) but once they got to the engagement stage the men would either suddenly drop dead, disappear or break up with her. None of her relationships lasted.

It had to be the curse, working its magic. After years of this, Dorcas had to accept that it was real and that she would never find love. But then she fell in love with Gabriel Silk.

Gabriel Silk was an old friend from her school days. They’d gone together to Bloor’s Academy, but she hadn’t thought much of him then. He’d always been so moody, depressed and odd. Plus, she’d also put him into a coma once by enchanting a cape he tried on—something which she’d assumed he wouldn’t forgive her for. After all, she wouldn’t forgive anyone who did that to her.

More recently, however, she’d reunited with him in a coffee shop in L.A. where they were both working now—he as a concert pianist and her as a fashion designer. And as he said hello to her and smiled, she found herself blushing and stammering like a schoolgirl. Oh my god, she realized, Gabriel Silk is hot!

Unlike herself, who was still as pudgy and plain as she’d been as a teenager. But Gabriel didn’t seem to notice that and just said that she looked great.

They got into talking to each other and found that they had quite a bit in common. They exchanged phone numbers, since they had to get back to their jobs right then, and Dorcas almost swooned as Gabriel wrote his on a paper napkin and gave it to her with a sweet smile.

‘I’ll see you later, won’t I?’ he said. There was hope in his eyes that warmed Dorcas’ hollow heart.

‘Yes, definitely,’ Dorcas breathed out.

‘It was only after he left that Dorcas remembered about her curse.

Their first coffee date was a huge success, and so they arranged another one, and then another, until they had to admit that they liked each other a lot. So they started dating. At this point, Dorcas knew that she should tell Gabriel about her curse, but part of her was reluctant—what if Gabriel broke up with her, and wasn’t their relationship doomed to failure because of the curse anyway?

Still… she had to tell him at some point. It wouldn’t be fair to him otherwise. She just had to wait for the right moment.

The right moment, it turned out was months later, right when he was about to propose to her.

‘Wait!’ she screeched, as he knelt before her with a rockstar diamond ring in his hands. ‘You can’t propose to me yet! I’m cursed!’

Gabriel looked at her incredulously, but listened as she told him her story. She expected him to freak out and run away from her, but once she’d finished speaking he only took her hands and said, ‘I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. You still want to marry me, right?’

‘Of course I do!’ Dorcas said. ‘More than anything.’

A steely determined look filled Gabriel’s eyes. ‘Then let’s break your curse so we can get married and live happily ever after!’

Dorcas didn’t have his optimism, but if it did work then she’d be able to be with her love forever, so she smiled and agreed.

Their first step in breaking the curse was research. Dorcas knew how the curse had started, but not how to break it. It took months of searching and a visit to a magic library and a witch doctor, but they finally discovered the three key ingredients—a Mafia’s tears, a pearl lost in a crocodile-filled swamp, and a True Love’s Kiss. The True Love’s Kiss was a very special kiss and could only be done when the couple in question were so in love that nothing could keep them apart. Also, one of them had to be dying for it to work. Yadda, yadda, something to do with the tales of Sleeping Beauty and Snow White and how their princes had woken them up from a death-like sleep with a kiss, Dorcas read.

Ugh. She didn’t want either of them to almost die so that they could be together. But if it was the only choice, well, they would have to deal with it when they came to that point.

For now, they had to get the Mafia’s tears. Luckily for them, one of Gabriel’s best friends from Bloor’s Academy, Lysander Sage, was now a Mafia mob boss. Dorcas had no clue how that happened, for hadn’t Lysander gotten into a law degree at some prestigious university back in Britain? Gabriel shrugged. He didn’t know either. He’d lost touch with Lysander when he moved to L.A. to become a famous musician.

They travelled to Lysander’s Mafia group’s secret hideout in San Francisco, where Lysander said they could meet when Gabriel had contacted him. When they did meet, Lysander embraced Gabriel with tears in his eyes, which was very unlike him. ‘He’s high on weed,’ one of Lysander’s minions said. ‘It’s his favourite drug.’

Since Lysander was a Mafia boss and he was already crying, Gabriel asked him, ‘Hey Sander, can I have some of your tears? We need them to break Dorcas’ curse so she can marry me.’

Lysander sniffed and said, ‘Yeah, sure.’ And so Gabriel took out a small bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and held it underneath one of Lysander’s eye and five drops of tears dropped into the bottle.

Dorcas sighed with relief. That’s one ingredient down. Now two to go!

However, just before they could leave, the hideout was invaded by another Mafia group lead by none other than… Dagbert Endless!

‘Dagbert?’ Lysander stared, surprised. ‘What’re you doing here?’

‘Hey, babe,’ Dagbert said to him. ‘My Mafia minions have come to take over your turf and destroy everything you’ve built. While they’re fighting do you want to go get married in Vegas? I’ve got a car waiting up front for us.’

Lysander thought for a moment, then shrugged. ‘Sure, why not?’

He and Dagbert kissed and ran off while their minions were shooting at each other and dying. Since Gabriel and Dorcas were heading in the direct of Las Vegas anyway, they decided to join Lysander and Dagbert in the car. Dorcas thought this may have been a mistake, since the whole way to Las Vegas Lysander and Dagbert kept kissing with their eyes glued to each other and didn’t stop even when Dorcas threw one of her shoes at them.

In Las Vegas, the two lovebirds got married. Gabriel was Lysander’s best man and Dorcas was Dagbert’s maid of honour. The best thing about this wedding, Dorcas thought with some satisfaction, was that Lysander and Dagbert were both rich and paid for whatever bridesmaid dress she wanted to buy. So Dorcas bought and wore a pink Cinderella style dress with matching high heels and had her hair done up like Marilyn Monroe. She felt like a queen and Gabriel said that she looked gorgeous.

After the wedding, Lysander and Dagbert went back to their wedding suite to fuck and Dorcas and Gabriel used that to their advantage to steal their car. After all, it was a long way to New Orleans.

It took them an unknown number of hours to reach New Orleans—mainly because this author is not American—where their second ingredient was. A pearl trapped in a swamp surrounded by crocodiles. It sounded like a suicide mission, but they would have to try if they wanted to break Dorcas’ curse.

So they bought some good swamp clothes, boots and weapons against crocodiles and headed into the swamp. The swamp was really icky and smelly and disgusting, but hopefully they would be out of there quickly. If they didn’t get eaten by crocodiles first, Dorcas thought grumpily.

They managed to reach the location of their prize fairly easily. It helped that the pearl was shining like a lighthouse beacon, guiding them toward it as if it wanted them to find it. The problem now was that it was surrounded by a ring of hungry crocodiles.

“Oh grief, oh mum!” Gabriel screamed and almost fainted. He did collapse, though.

Dorcas wanted to scream as well, but since Gabriel had collapsed, it probably wasn’t a good idea if she did too.

‘Hey, you!’ she snapped at the crocodiles. ‘I need that pearl, so you can skitter on out of here!’

The crocodiles turned to look at her, and Dorcas was reminded that they were very hungry and she probably looked like an appetising meal to them.

Then one of the crocodiles spoke. ‘Uhh pearl? We don’t care about that,’ it said. ‘We’re just lying here so that someone will feed us if they come searching for the pearl.’

‘Then you won’t mind if we just take it?’ Dorcas asked.

‘Only if you feed us,’ the crocodile said.

Dorcas rummaged through a bag Gabriel had brought with them and lo and behold, she found the leftovers of the wedding feast she, Gabriel, Dagbert and Lysander had eaten way back in Las Vegas. ‘Catch,’ she called out, and dumped the whole lot of it in the middle of the ring of crocodiles.

She and Gabriel watched for some time as the crocodiles ate the feast. Once the crocodiles were done, she said, ‘Now can you please let us pass? We need to get that pearl.’

‘Sure,’ the crocodiles said. ‘That feast was nice. Thanks!’

Polite crocodiles. Who would have thought it? The crocodiles moved to let Gabriel and Dorcas through and Dorcas collected the pearl, which glowed between her fingers. Thank god, she thought. Now they could get out of there. She hated swamps.

Now, there was only one ingredient left—the True Love’s Kiss. Dorcas wasn’t looking forward to that at all. She and Gabriel drove all the way back to the witch doctor they’d first visited ages ago, for surely the witch doctor would have something they could use to induce a death-like sleep.

Thankfully, the witch doctor did have needle that would put one into a seemingly deadly coma upon being pricked by it. Much to Dorcas’ annoyance, the doctor insisted that she must be the one to be pricked by the needle, for ‘in the tales it’s a princess who falls asleep and is kissed awake by the prince’.

'What kind of fucked up sexist shit is that?’ Dorcas snapped, outraged.

Dorcas didn’t hear the witch doctor’s response, because while Dorcas was distracted the witch doctor had stabbed her in the arm with the needle and Dorcas fell over unconscious.

‘There,’ the witch doctor said to Gabriel. ‘Now kiss her and you can be together forever!’

‘Here?’ Gabriel asked doubtfully.

‘Hmm.’ The witch doctor thought for a moment. ‘No, you’re right. The setting should be a lot more romantic than this.’

And so they moved the unconscious Dorcas to a clearing filled with sweet-smelling flowers in a forest and laid her down gently on her back. Then it was time to do the thing. As Gabriel gazed down at his love, he hesitated for a moment, for the idea of kissing an unconscious person felt a bit weird. Was it considered assault if his lady wasn’t awake to say yes? But then he remembered that the whole point of this was to break Dorcas’ curse so that they could be together, and so he leaned his head down and kissed her gently, softly on the lips, and willed with all his heart that she would awaken and be free of the curse so they could get married and be together.

It took a few moments, but Dorcas stirred, came awake and kissed him back ardently. The witch doctor cheered.

When they were done kissing, Gabriel asked the witch doctor, ‘Now that we have all the ingredients, how do we break the curse?’

‘Oh,’ the witch doctor said, ‘the curse should already be broken now. All you really needed was the True Love’s Kiss.’

‘What?’ Dorcas glared daggers at the witch doctor. ‘We went to San Francisco and to that horrible swamp for nothing?’

‘You’ve made me rich,’ the witch doctor said. ‘That’s not nothing. I can sell the pearl at a great price and get out of this hellhole. And I can use the mafia’s tears to give my greatest enemy Hanahaki Disease.’

‘That’s… great?’ Gabriel said, bewildered, while trying to hold Dorcas back from gouging the witch doctor’s eyes out. ‘Well, we’d better get going. How will we know if the curse is gone?’

The witch doctor shrugged. ‘If you get married, I’d say it’s been broken.’

‘Great, thanks!’ Gabriel dragged a still-angry Dorcas away and toward their car. After all, it was a long way to Las Vegas and they had a wedding to do.

Dorcas and Gabriel arrived in Las Vegas to find Lysander and Dagbert still there, as those two had decided to stay and party after realising that their car had been stolen. They were rich, after all, and didn’t need to worry about how much it would cost. Upon being told about Dorcas and Gabriel’s upcoming nuptials, Lysander and Dagbert enthusiastically agreed to be their best men.

And so Dorcas and Gabriel were married in a beautiful Italian Roman-looking chapel in Las Vegas. Gabriel was dressed in the most handsome black tuxedo, and Dorcas in a Hollywood-style fluffy white wedding dress with so many layers people wondered how she could walk in it. She had a tiara in her hair, because it made her feel like a queen. Petals were thrown into the air, vows were spoken, and she and Gabriel kissed, and neither of them dropped dead. It was a dream come true.

After the wedding, the newlyweds ran off to their honeymoon suite to fuck. Meanwhile, Dagbert and Lysander took this opportunity to steal back their car and journey to places unseen, for after all it was originally Dagbert’s car in the first place and they wanted to give Dorcas and Gabriel a tiny bit of their own medicine. But they did leave behind enough cash to allow the newlyweds to get out of Las Vegas when they were done fucking, as a wedding gift.

THE END

#bad ship fic bingo

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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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The old women yuri <3

This was so sweet and insightful! How do you always write like this 🥺

Also good on Lyell that he didn't end up as Yorath or Bertram shshs

The Singer

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They first met at a karaoke bar. Grizelda had gone there to drown her sorrows after Monty’s untimely death, and she saw her—Treasure—singing her heart out to Mamma Mia. The woman looked a bit younger than her, was a bit chubby and her brown hair was messy and tangled. She didn’t really look that attractive, but Grizelda found herself entranced by the way she held herself as she sang, as if she didn’t have a care in the world and didn’t care what other people thought of her.

Grizelda didn’t consider herself a singer or a performer—she’d been placed in Art at Bloor’s Academy—and so she just sat and watched, entranced.

After ten or so minutes, the woman finished her singing and walked over to Grizelda.

“Hello,” the woman said, smiling. She had a kind smile, Grizelda thought. “I saw you looking at me while I was singing.”

“You sing well,” Grizelda said stiffly. “I am not a singer and I don’t usually enjoy music, but I enjoyed listening to you.”

The woman beamed. “Thank you, my dear! It’s lovely to hear you say that. I’m not a professional but I like singing, so I try to do it when I can.” Then she added, “My name’s Treasure.”

“Grizelda.”

“That’s a nice name,” Treasure said. “I had an aunt named Grizelda.”

“That’s… nice,” Grizelda said, unsure how else to response. She wasn’t a talkative sort of person—in fact, she usually preferred to listen to other people talk.

“I’m passing through on my way to Paris, to see a friend,” Treasure said cheerfully. “She’s a musician.”

“Oh.” Why was Treasure telling her this? “I’m trying to forget about something too,” Grizelda admitted. Treacherous tears filled her eyes as she thought about Monty.

Treasure looked at her with sympathy and concern, though she surely couldn’t understand what Grizelda was going through. Still, it felt comforting to Grizelda.

“My husband, Monty, has died in a plane crash,” Grizelda explained. “I just received news about it yesterday.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Treasure said sympathetically. “I know how that feels. I had a fiancée who drowned. It was some years ago now, but it still hurts, especially around the anniversary of his death.”

“It does hurt so much right now,” Grizelda admitted. “I don’t know what I’ll do without him. Does it ever get better?”

Treasure appeared to think about it for a long moment, then shook her head. “Not really, no. But we get better at getting on with things and enjoying life.”

Life. Grizelda sniffed.

“You look like you still need some cheering up,” Treasure said. “How about you come back to my place for a while? We can get to know each other better there.”

Grizelda sighed. It sounded like a wonderful idea, but there was Lyell to think of. “No, I can’t. I must get back to my son. I left him with my sisters for a few hours so that I could have some time to myself, but if I leave him alone with them for too long who knows what they’ll do? They’re terribly irresponsible sometimes.”

“Hmm.” Treasure thought for a moment, then her eyes brightened. “Oh, I know! You can bring him too! We don’t have to do anything… you know. We can just talk over a glass of wine or whisky and get to know each other. You seem like a very interesting lady.”

Interesting lady? Grizelda raised her eyebrows. No one in her life had ever described her in that way, and she certainly didn’t think she was interesting at all. After all, she had no endowment to speak of. Still, it pleased her that Treasure thought she was interesting enough to want to get to know.

“Very well,” she agreed. “I will pick up my son and will meet you outside the bar.”

“Wonderful!” Treasure beamed and Grizelda suddenly felt like her world was tilting around its axis.

As agreed, they met up outside the bar, and Treasure led Grizelda (who now had her son in her arms) to the room in the inn she was staying at.

Treasure cooed over the baby. “Ooh, he’s so cute! What’s his name?”

“Lyell,’ Grizelda smiled proudly. “Monty named him. I wanted to call him after my great grandfather, but Monty was so set on giving him his mother’s name that I didn’t have the heart to argue with him.”

“Well, it suits him.” Treasure gazed at the little infant with his dark fuzz of hair. A soft smile came onto her face. “Can I hold him?”

Grizelda shrugged. Even though she hadn’t know Treasure for very long, there probably wasn’t much risk in agreeing to her request. The woman looked harmless. “Very well,” she said, and held her son out so that Treasure could take him. Treasure smiled, and Grizelda felt her own heart flutter.

When little Lyell was secured on Treasure’s lap, Treasure admitted, “I’ve always wanted children of my own, but I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance now. You recall I told you about how my fiancée died?”

Grizelda nodded.

“Well, he was murdered. Drowned by a man named Lord Grimwald. Grimwald wanted to take me and my sister as brides, but we refused. So he drowned our family and sweethearts in revenge. My sister and I went into hiding after that, because we knew he’d come after us as well. I’ve been by myself ever since.”

Despite not being a very empathetic woman, Grizelda found herself feeling sorry for Treasure. Her life sounded very sad and lonely.

“But enough about that,” Treasure said. “Tell me about yourself, Grizelda.”

And so Grizelda did. Over glasses of wine, Grizelda told Treasure about her childhood, how she met Monty and fell in love, being a mother to little Lyell, and Monty’s death. She didn’t mean to say quite so much, but the wine made her more relaxed, uninhibited and animated than she otherwise would have been. Treasure listened, smiling encouragingly with a sympathetic look in her eyes.

“I envy you a bit,” Treasure sighed, when Grizelda had finished speaking. “You may have lost your husband, but you still have a family, and you have a son. While I am alone.”

Grizelda snorted. “Surely being alone is not so bad, if you ignore that you’re running away from an awful man. You can do what you want. I however always must think of the expectations and wishes of my family, and I must also spend all my energy looking after Lyell. I will never regret giving birth to Lyell, but I do sometimes wish I was free to do whatever I want.”

“Hmm.” Treasure took a sip from her glass of wine. “Yes, you’re right, I don’t have anything holding me down like you do. But I can’t see my sister, or marry and have children, because of that wretched Grimwald. He would only use those things against me, and I couldn’t take losing any more loved ones.”

Grizelda noticed that tears had filled Treasure’s eyes. Grizelda’s heart pricked, despite herself. “I’m sorry,” she said impulsively. “I do not mean to be insensitive. My life is very different from yours, and I’ve never experienced what you have.”

Treasure sighed. “No hard feelings here. But this is making me maudlin. Let’s change the topic, shall we?”

And so they continued to converse until well into the night. By the time Grizelda got up to leave, she felt like she knew a lot more about Treasure than when she’d first met her at the bar. And Treasure knew just as much about her. Strangely enough, Grizelda did not mind a bit. It somehow felt right.

Treasure handed Lyell back to her and walked with her to the inn’s entrance. Though neither of them spoke it aloud, they both knew that they had made a special connection tonight that they might never have again. It made Grizelda feel slightly regretful and maudlin.

“Your son is beautiful,” Treasure said. “Treasure him.”

She then kissed Grizelda sweetly on the lips. It startled Grizelda, but also filled her with feelings she couldn’t explain. Grizelda returned the kiss just as sweetly, and the two woman shared a beautiful moment together. Then they broke apart and looked at each other.

“Goodbye, my dear,” Treasure said, smiling sadly. “I hope we meet again someday.” And before Grizelda had a chance to say anything, she was gone, walking away back toward her inn room. Grizelda watched her go for a few long minutes, her heart aching more than she’d expected it to.

Then Grizelda sighed and shook her head to bring herself back to reality. She needed to get back to her own place, to her family and the expectations and duties they laid on her. This time with Treasure had been wonderful, but it was over now and Grizelda just had to get on with things, just like Treasure had said. Never mind the ache of loss she felt in her heart. It would fade, with time, and she would have other things to occupy her.

So Grizelda Bone marched away from the inn and those wonderful, beautiful hours with Treasure, and toward reality and her future.

#cotrk fanfiction #bad ship fic bingo

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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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...well it falls under contributions, so

didn't feel like writing this so here's badart for my least favorite tropes (of the ones remaining): Mafia AU and Mary Sue. Threw Canon Couple in just because.

#bad ship fic bingo #thanks I hate it #Mary Sue's eyes 😭

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Omg they are adorable in this <3

Only One Bed

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It was a nice summer’s day in June, and Naren and Charlie were camping in the wilderness. It had been Naren’s idea—she’d always been the more adventurous out of the two of them. Charlie had objected, unable to get out of his mind the terrible stories of the wilderness he’d heard about as a child. But Naren had laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Charlie, I know it like the back of my hand! We’ll be perfectly safe! And if something does happen, I can protect you.”

Though he knew Naren was joking about protecting him, he felt surprisingly reassured by her confidence and enthusiasm. And so he agreed. A week later, they packed their things and set up a camp in the wilderness close to Bartholomew’s cottage. They spent the majority of the first day exploring, chatting, and snacking on dried fruit, granola and biscuits that they’d managed to gather up for their trip.

Then when the sun began to set, they found a good camping spot and began setting up their campsite. Charlie started setting up their tent while Naren began trying to build a campfire so that they could cook their dinner.

It didn’t take Charlie too long to set up the tent, and he then put their belongings in. While he was doing that, he made a horrible realisation and his face fell in dismay.

“Uh, Naren?”

“Yeah?” Naren looked up from where she was trying to ignite the campfire.

“We have a problem. Or really, I do.”

“What is it, Charlie?”

Charlie flushed slightly and scratched his head. “Uh, well… I kind of forgot to bring my sleeping bag.”

Naren fought back an urge to laugh, and unwillingly a smile creeped across her face. Charlie smiled back sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to forget it. It just slipped my mind when Ben came over with Runner Bean. We were in the kitchen and Runner Bean tried to eat an apple pie Mum accidentally left on the kitchen table. He caused so much chaos that we had to take him for a walk and I forgot about everything else.”

Naren laughed so hard she fell over onto the grass. Her laughter was so contagious that Charlie began laughing too. It was funny, after all, so he wasn’t offended at Naren’s amusement. After a few moments their amusement died down and they looked at each other.

“What should we do now?” Charlie wondered. “There’s only one sleeping bag.”

“Well…” Naren thought for a moment. “You can sleep on the tent floor, but you might be cold. Or we could take turns using the sleeping bag. Or,” and here she smiled mischievously, “we can share my sleeping bag. We’d both be warm that way.”

Charlie’s eyes went so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. Naren almost laughed again seeing it. “That would be cozy…” he stammered. “And tight.”

Naren smiled at him. “It wouldn’t mean anything, Charlie. Unless you want it to.”

The problem was that it would mean something to Charlie. He’d liked Naren for years—if he was honest with himself, he’d had a crush on her since she’d first come into his life when he was twelve years old as the girl in the sunshine coat.

He always thought she was pretty cool and smart, and recently he’d also begun to notice how attractive she’d become. So if they did this, everything would change. He wouldn’t be able to hide how he felt about her any longer. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that, or how Naren would feel about it.

But Naren looked at him with a merry smile on her face, the smile he loved most, and he found himself saying, “Let’s do it. It—it wouldn’t mean anything.” What a lie, he thought to himself.

Naren thought he looked cute with that awkward but also sweet look in his eyes. She also noticed the desire lurking in his eyes—desire for her. A warm feeling bloomed in her heart. No one had ever desired her before. And even if they did, she’d rather it was Charlie. She liked his steady presence, his eagerness, his joyful nature, and even his impulsiveness, how much he cared and his clumsy attempts to help other people. She didn’t think there was anyone else she wanted to be with, at least for now.

So, once it was time to go to bed, Charlie snuggled into Naren’s sleeping bag, along with Naren herself. They were lucky her bag was reasonably big, Naren thought with a giggle. Otherwise both of them would never be able to fit inside.

Once he was settled inside, Charlie became very conscious of how close he and Naren were to each other. He’d been right about it being cozy and tight—he and Naren were pressed together so closely that he could feel the curved shape of her against him and the feel of her body breathing in and out. It made him flush a little, but all in all, he found himself liking it a lot.

Naren found herself feeling the same way. With Charlie’s body so close to her own, she would only need to move her head slightly to rest it against his shoulder. The thought thrilled her a bit. Should she make the move? she wondered to herself. It didn’t take long for her to decide. She’d always been pretty forward and brave in these kinds of situations. So she rested her head on Charlie’s shoulder and found herself drifting to sleep shortly afterward.

Their closeness put them both into a thoughtful silence. Eventually Naren and Charlie drifted off to sleep, but hours later Charlie woke up suddenly to find Naren’s head resting on his shoulder. Naren’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing evenly; she was clearly still asleep. But there was a peaceful smile on her face that touched Charlie.

He didn’t want to wake her up and risk ruining the moment, so he kept quiet and just watched her sleeping.

It was that moment that convinced him. He would tell Naren Bloor how he felt about her, as soon as he could, and if she didn’t feel the same way then at least he’d know. If it changed their friendship forever, then so be it.

#bad ship fic bingo #charlie x naren

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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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It's cursed. I'm sorry. You got a cursed random ship.

Also... a couple of these aren't new, either :/ I only have so many prompts

Hello Charlie Bone Tumblr! (And everyone else who wants to participate!) Welcome to my silly little first event <3

The Bad Shipping Fic Bingo!

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There is no limit to how many fics you can write, or how many prompts should appear in each fic. Don't take it too seriously! You don't need to include anything you don't want to, and are free to mark background ships as written or write a very liber interpretation of a trope. Whatever fits you best!

Now, here's the catch: this isn't just a Fic Bingo, it's a BAD Fic Bingo. Many of these prompts are especially suited for low-effort writing and bad interpretations of characters and ships. I'm including a field that will feature randomly generated shippings. This doesn't mean whatever you write has to be bad. It's just a fun thing we came up with and a way to ensure no one feels pressured to write well! Every Fandom needs some beloved bad works, no?

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Don't (want to) write Fanfiction? Feel free to do a comic, a bullet list, or whatever form of art you prefer! Bloor's isn't limited to one type, either ;)

If you're going to post to ao3, you can add your fics to this collection. If you post to ao3, @ me and I'll reblog them on here :D

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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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Grannyhell! We love to see it :)

my first fic for bad fic bingo has been POSTED

link here: One Last Night - mossnrocks - Charlie Bone Universe - Jenny Nimmo [Archive of Our Own]

my bingo board:

(i need to cross off truth or dare, childhood friends, granny hell, and doomed romance off this)

#bad ship fic bingo

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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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also. did I ever ask you how random you want your random ships to be @dagbert-endless do you want the characters from the family trees or not-

Hello Charlie Bone Tumblr! (And everyone else who wants to participate!) Welcome to my silly little first event <3

The Bad Shipping Fic Bingo!

How do I participate?

Just ask in the notes or contact me on Discord! I will reply with a bingo card for you!

You can also participate without a card! I'm definitely not going to stop you, anyways ;)

Don't (want to) write Fanfiction? Feel free to do a comic, a bullet list, or whatever form of art you prefer! Bloor's isn't limited to one type, either ;)

If you're going to post to ao3, you can add your fics to this collection. If you post to ao3, @ me and I'll reblog them on here :D

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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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Changes every time you edit or reload the page. it's a random field field ;)

you could just reroll until you get 24 prompts. actually, now that you mention it, I COULD write code for an automated card.. but I don't want to write code to exclude duplicates... hm.

one card coming right up -

I actually. duplicated your non-random ship. do you want another Treasure x Alice x Katya orrr

Hello Charlie Bone Tumblr! (And everyone else who wants to participate!) Welcome to my silly little first event <3

The Bad Shipping Fic Bingo!

How do I participate?

Just ask in the notes or contact me on Discord! I will reply with a bingo card for you!

You can also participate without a card! I'm definitely not going to stop you, anyways ;)

Don't (want to) write Fanfiction? Feel free to do a comic, a bullet list, or whatever form of art you prefer! Bloor's isn't limited to one type, either ;)

If you're going to post to ao3, you can add your fics to this collection. If you post to ao3, @ me and I'll reblog them on here :D

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cotrk-events · 3 months ago

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Spreadsheet with prompts here

and here is the pairing generator that inspired mine

You can always tag/ping me for bingo cards/more or less weird and difficult ships (yes, you @dagbert-endless come at me and tag me I will be happy about it)

Hello Charlie Bone Tumblr! (And everyone else who wants to participate!) Welcome to my silly little first event <3

The Bad Shipping Fic Bingo!

How do I participate?

Just ask in the notes or contact me on Discord! I will reply with a bingo card for you!

You can also participate without a card! I'm definitely not going to stop you, anyways ;)

Don't (want to) write Fanfiction? Feel free to do a comic, a bullet list, or whatever form of art you prefer! Bloor's isn't limited to one type, either ;)

If you're going to post to ao3, you can add your fics to this collection. If you post to ao3, @ me and I'll reblog them on here :D

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Blood Price

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It had been one month since the worst day of her life. Since it happened. Since all of her family and her home were taken away from her in one fell swoop.

She’d always known that they could fail, that Harken could win, but some part of her had always believed that everything would be all right. That Lyell would defeat Count Harken and save the city. So discovering that it had all been for nothing, that Harken had won and everything and everyone she knew and loved was gone, well, it had broken her heart so much that she doubted it would ever heal again.

For a month she had sat and wasted away in Mr Singh’s cabin, her heart aching unbearably, her tears stinging her eyes and streaming down her face. She couldn’t stop thinking about Lyell and Charlie and Maisie and all the other people she loved who were either dead or at the mercy of Count Harken. It pained her to know that they were likely in trouble, and that she would never see them again.

Then, one day, Mr Singh had finally convinced her to go for a walk, and she’d come across a cottage in the woods, with a sign reading “Witch for hire—services available, for a price”.

A witch…her curiosity piqued, she’d stepped inside the cottage and marvelled. It was full of potions and ingredients varying from ordinary to exotic and strange. There was a large cauldron perched on a table in the middle of the room.

The witch was also in the centre of the small space, dusting the floor with a broom. She looked up and stared at Amy when she heard her come in.

“I take it you are in need of my services,” she said in a gravelly voice.

Amy stared back at her, surprised despite herself, but then nodded. “You know, I think I am.”

“Mrs Bone,” Mr Singh said to her with worry in his eyes. “I should warn you as a friend, that what you are about to do could go very wrong for you. You do not know what kind of effect this spell will have, or what price it will ask of you.”

“I don’t care about any of that,” Amy told him. Tears stung her eyes. “Nothing matters anymore without my family. Without my home. What does it matter what happens to me if they are all lost to me?”

Mr Singh sighed. “I know you are grieving, but—”

“Stop.” Amy touched his arm gently. “I know you mean well, but I’ve made up my mind. I must do this. For them.”

Tears stood in Mr Singh’s own eyes. He had tried his best to support her over these past weeks, even though he was dealing with his own grief. His son had been in the city when it disappeared. He had tried everything possible to help her, but he couldn’t fix the deep scars in her heart. She doubted anyone could.

She knew that he disapproved of what she was planning to do, but he didn’t say anything else to dissuade her, which she was grateful for. This would be hard enough without him voicing more of his doubts and concerns.

He walked with her to the witch’s cottage and embraced her when they were standing outside its door. She then almost felt guilty about what she was about to do, for it would leave him completely alone. But not for long, she told herself. If what she did worked, everyone would be back where they should be, and he would have his son back.

“Farewell, my dear, and good luck,” Mr Singh said to her. “You will surely need it.”

“I know,” she whispered. She hugged him back and kissed him on the cheek. “You’ve been such a true friend to me, these past months. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you for that.”

“You can repay me by staying safe, wherever you are going and whatever happens to you. Do not forget your goal and the people who love you.”

“I won’t forget. I promise.” Amy blinked back her tears and turned toward the cottage door, toward her fate. Swallowing hard, she forced her herself to take those final steps and entered the cottage, where the witch was waiting.

“Are you ready?”

Amy stood with the witch in the centre of the small room, next to the large cauldron she had seen the last time she’d visited the cottage.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.”

“There’s going to be a price,” the witch reminded her. “There always is a price. Are you still willing to pay it?”

“Yes,” Amy told her firmly. “I’m willing to pay any price for this.”

After all, nothing could hurt more or be worse than the deadened despair and grief she was feeling right now.

“Very well then.” The witch began to add ingredients to the boiling water in the cauldron, until she finally turned to Amy and said, “I will need a drop of your blood.”

Amy held out her hand without asking any questions. The witch pricked one of her fingers with a needle. Amy watched entranced as blood welled on the tip of her finger and then fell into the boiling concoction in the cauldron, turning it a deep purple.

It almost reminded her of the night she and Charlie had woken Lyell up from his trance, all those months ago. Manfred Bloor had shattered the bottle of the Red King’s Tears that would have broken Lyell’s trance, and she’d thought all was lost. But Lyell had pricked his finger on one of the jagged glass remains of the bottle, had put his finger to his mouth, had looked at her and Charlie and had remembered them at last. The drop of Red King’s Tears on the jagged glass had been enough to wake him up.

Hopefully what she was about to do would also be enough to bring her loved ones back.

The witch began to chant. Amy listened, mesmerised, but as it went on and on she began to feel a bit queer. Her pricked finger began to throb painfully. And then the world fell away and she was suddenly surrounded by clouds of beautiful colours of red, green, orange, indigo, yellow…

“What’s happening?”

She turned to ask the witch, but the witch was nowhere to be found. Neither was the room she had been in. There was just the never-ending clouds of colour surrounding her. Was anyone else there? she wondered anxiously. Or was it just her in this strange place? Had something gone wrong with the spell, or was this to be her fate, to be trapped here while her loved ones and her city returned to the real world?

She hadn’t said any of her thoughts aloud, but a voice suddenly answered her—irritated, frustrated and terribly familiar. She’d heard it in her dreams for the past months, ever since she had gone with Lyell on their fake honeymoon and began helping him in his quest to protect the city from Count Harken.

“This is the blood price you paid to alter reality. You foolish woman, you’ve trapped us both here for eternity because of your need for revenge and your grief. You have doomed us!”

She shivered. She would know that voice anywhere. It was Count Harken.

“Doomed us?” she thought aloud. “Oh!”

“I could kill you for this,” the enchanter snapped. “I had the Red King’s city in my grasp, and you took it away from me! Not only that, but you reduced us to being trapped together in this dimension! All my hard work, gone. Poof!”

That didn’t seem like a bad thing, but Amy didn’t dare say so to him. After all, he was still an enchanter, and what if he still had most of his powers? If she angered him he could turn her into a toad, or worse. But at least it seemed as if he couldn’t escape from wherever they were. He was just as trapped as she was.

Well then, if this was the price she had to pay, then she was okay with it, as long as her loved ones and her home were safe. She didn’t know exactly what had happened, but if Count Harken was here with her, then the Red King’s city must surely be back in the real world, and her loved ones along with it.

Lyell, Charlie, Paton, Maisie…

She smiled slightly at the thought of them. Her husband, her son, her uncle-in-law and her mother. All who she loved dearly, almost as much as life itself.

She would likely never see them again, but that was okay. Her sacrifice would keep them safe. That would be the hope she would cling to in this strange dimension.

Harken kept ranting but Amy ignored him and closed her eyes. If she was stuck in this place for eternity, then she might as well try and get some rest.

#bad ship fic bingo #fanfiction

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I love Olivia in this <3

Truth or Dare

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Everyone knew that Gabriel and Fidelio were crazy about each other but those two idiots still hadn’t made a move yet. Why, Olivia couldn’t understand. So she’d devised a plan—get them to admit their feelings for one another via a game of Truth or Dare.

Olivia loved Truth or Dare. There was something rather thrilling about being made to confess your deepest truths or do embarrassing things. It was even more thrilling to make other people do those things.

But anyway. Olivia was hosting a party at her house, and all her friends were invited, Gabriel and Fidelio included. This was where she would strike. Emma wasn’t sure about her plan, for what if something didn’t go as planned, or what if they got mad at her? You don’t have to worry, Olivia reassured her. Everything will do exactly as planned. And besides, everyone knows that Gabe and Fido like each other. They just need some encouragement to finally get together.

The party started; all her guests arrived. They spent the first hour or so in the dining room catching up, listening to music and munching on the delicious snacks her mother had obligingly prepared for them. Then Olivia led them all to the living room, where they sat in a circle facing each other.

“For our first game, we’re going to play Truth or Dare,” Olivia announced gleefully, and ignored the groans from several of her friends who hated the game.

“I’ll start. Charlie, I dare you to use your endowment for fun. Pick a random photo and tell us what it’s saying.”

Charlie groaned. “Really, Liv? We’re not supposed to use our gifts for frivolous reasons.”

Olivia shrugged. Charlie had grown so serious over the past few years. Sure, they shouldn’t misuse their endowments, but there was a difference between using them to have a bit of fun and abusing them. What was the harm if they did it for a bit of fun as long as no one got hurt?

“No one else is here except us,” Olivia pointed out. “Besides, you’ve got to do it. It’s part of the game.”

Charlie sighed. “Fine. Give me that magazine over there.”

Olivia handed him her mother’s Celebrity Weekly magazine that was sitting on the coffee table next to her. Charlie flicked to a random page that had a photo of two female celebrities sitting on the edge of a pool dressed in bikinis, smiling brightly at an unknown camera man. He stared at the image for a few moments, until Olivia grew impatient with curiosity and blurted out, “Well, what are they saying?”

To her surprise, Charlie blushed a little. “Well… the two women—they’re models-- are gossiping a bit. One of them is talking about how someone called Tiffany is having an affair with her manager who’s married. The other woman is laughing and the camera man is coughing and asking them to focus so they can finish the shoot. He doesn’t sound very happy. One of the women says, Come join us, we’ll give you some fun. Then—and I don’t know why—the scene starts shaking and going all blurry. I think the cameraman says, This is the last time I do a job for a pair of rich bitches. And that’s all.”

“Wicked!” Olivia exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Tancred agreed, his hair crackling with excitement. “Awesome!”

“I think it’s horrible,” Emma said. “Those two models treated the poor cameraman terribly!”

“I think it’s a frivolous waste,” Lysander said severely. “You shouldn’t have asked Charlie to do it, Olivia.”

Olivia stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re being way too serious, Lysander Sage. It’s just a bit of harmless fun.”

Lysander frowned at her. “Still, we shouldn’t use our gifts like this.”

Olivia shrugged. “Anyway, Charlie’s done the dare, so now it’s his turn.”

The following half an hour was great fun. Olivia laughed and gasped along with the rest of her friends as each of them either told a truth or did a dare. Emma picked Truth and admitted that there was one time where she got stuck as a bird and spent a day and a night like that until she remembered how to turn herself back. Tancred was dared to balance an apple on his head while reciting a silly poem, which he failed at spectacularly because he kept laughing and blowing the apple off. Naren also chose Dare and managed to scare the group using her gift to conjure shadowy monsters on the walls of the living room that were shining with the moon’s light.

And finally, it was Olivia’s turn again. She smiled brightly and said, “Gabriel, I dare you to ask Fidelio for a kiss. On the lips.”

Gabriel started in surprise and went an interesting shade of pink. He looked at Fidelio, who looked back at him with a friendly grin on his face. He hesitated.

“Come on, Gabe!” Tancred laughed. “We all know you. Stop being so scared! Nothing bad is going to happen if you try it just this once.”

“I… all right.” A determined look crossed Gabriel Silk’s face. He squared his shoulders, stood up and walked to where Fidelio was now standing waiting for him. “Fidelio… ah… would you mind if I kiss you? Just this once?”

Fidelio smiled at him. “I wouldn’t mind in the slightest.”

Shyly, Gabriel Silk leaned forward. Fidelio did too. Olivia watched with wonder as their lips met and their world narrowed to only each other, as if nothing else mattered.

After a few moments the two boys broke apart, grinning wildly at each other. Olivia and the rest of her friends cheered. They had all known about the boys’ feelings for one another, and to see them finally make the move was a joy to see.

An hour later, when the group had left the living room and scattered to do their own thing for a while, Olivia came across Gabriel and Fidelio sitting close together on the sofa, murmuring quietly to each other. Yes, she thought jubilantly, they were definitely sitting closer than any friends would.

Olivia smiled to herself. Her work was done.

#bad ship fic bingo #fanfiction

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