#I’ll get to some replies tonight I think! maybe revisit my inbox

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I’ve been a lil burnt out on writing but,, Fontaine outfit for Sig is done,,,

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Hi!

I've just read your prompt-based ficlets (starting with the "hey, stay with me" one, because it's the latest, and then going back to read all the others) and, first of all, I want to say that I absolutely loved every single one of them ❤ Even the angsty ones were still much much better and far far less heartbreaking than what went down in the hellfic we call canon... which is not even surprising, considering that yours and many other talented ficwriters' fics are generally much better written and thought through than what the official screenwriters make up (or, rather, mess up, at this point).

Secondly, I'd like to ask a quick question, even though it's probably a silly one: you don't fill the same prompt twice? Even if you've got a different idea?

Least but not the last, if you don't mind, I'd also like to request a ficlet...

Perhaps,

Liz: “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!”

Red: “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

?

🍒 (because I love cherries and feel like I'll pop in your inbox again)

Lolll hi 🍒

I should mention too that I'm saving the ficlets from tumblr prompts over on ao3 also, so you don't have to madly scroll and scroll forever to find them - just in case you want to revisit them or whatever, and it's virtually impossible for me to search back on my blog.

Um, I have only had the same prompt come in twice once that I'm aware of, and in that case I remembered my original ficlet and didn't really have another idea to use for the same line. I think if it was a line or prompt I was super inspired by then I would do it twice, but in that case I just didn't have another idea that I wanted to write.

Thank you so much for the kind comments about the prompt fics! I would say my maximum level of angst is still wayyyyy lower than the show so you can feel safe reading my ficlets and not having to go to therapy after or anything lol.

I'll do your prompt under the gif - and hope you enjoy 💛

"Okay, so we need to locate the safe and then somehow find out the keycode, and then- Red! Would you stop looking down my dress, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" Lizzie folded her arms in front of her body and shot him a pointed look.

"And I'm trying to subtly avoid it," Red replied with a grin. "Lizzie we have plenty of time, plenty of wine, and a party full of rich people who'd be happy to give us the combinations to their safes with a bit of prompting."

"So you're planning to ignore the case at hand and what- just party all night?"

"I'm planning to enjoy myself, and I'm suggesting you do the same- after all, you're certainly dressed to catch people's eyes, not to blend in," he gave her another once over, causing her skin to warm and probably turn a colour that more closely matched the shade of her dress. "That dress is... stunning," he added, chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Thank you," she conceded. "Your tux is also pretty eye catching, I have to admit."

This surprised him, but he quickly recovered.

"You see? We're a force to be reckoned with tonight Lizzie. Let's enjoy ourselves and worry about keycodes and combinations afterwards." He held out an arm, and without entirely realizing it, Lizzie allowed herself to be swept up onto the dance floor into a quickstep.

Red moved with the confidence of someone who had danced often. Lizzie started off feeling like she was tripping over her own shoes, but when he leaned a bit closer and murmured, "Just relax, Lizzie," she focused on the feel of his hand on the small of her back and the smell of his cologne, and began to realize that it was easier than she thought. Red continued to lead her expertly around the dance floor, and she found herself forgetting about their case entirely.

The quickstep transitioned into a smoother waltz, and Red showed no signs of stopping. Lizzie felt people watching them, and wondered what they were thinking. She was thinking- that she would be happy to keep this up, actually. It felt... nice. Safe.

At the end of the waltz, the music faded out and stopped altogether, giving the band and the dancers a break. Lizzie was peripherally aware of Red's hand moving from her back to her waist, and as he broke their embrace, leading her back to a table to sit down. As his hand left her body, she felt a slight frisson of electricity, and she blinked a few times, trying to lose the lightheadedness she was feeling.

Red's eyes were on hers.

"Can I get you another drink?"

She shook her head. "I think I'll switch to water, I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy."

Well that made two of them, he thought.

"Maybe we should go outside and get some air," he suggested. Lizzie nodded gratefully at the suggestion.

They walked out some french doors and into a garden. The night air was brisk, and Lizzie gave a slight shiver.

Wordlessly, Red removed his jacket and placed it atop her shoulders, holding it in place for a moment longer than necessary.

"Thank you," Lizzie said in surprise, not feeling the slightest bit less dizzy at all. The garden, the stars, the night air, Red's jacket wrapped around her shoulders... everything was making her feel even more lightheaded than before, in fact.

"Why did you ask me to come with you tonight, Red?" she asked suddenly. "Aram would have been able to get the combination to the safe easily, and Ressler could have located it in half the time we're taking."

He gave her an unreadable look.

"I didn't think Aram or Ressler would fit into that dress, Lizzie."

She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be funny. I'm serious, why me?"

And then his lips were on hers, and she found herself more lightheaded than even before.

"Oh," she responded, a long while later. "I see." And she did.