#event: flash fiction

[lockwood-fic-recs]

and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love

by thethinkingcloth on ao3

Rating: T | Category: F/M, M/M, Multi | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy/George

“Oh good, you’re both here,” Lockwood says. “Don’t suppose you’d like to join me for a bit? Take our minds off tomorrow?”

George turns to Lucy, splayed out on the couch, her legs across his lap, and raises his eyebrows.

Lucy shrugs in return as she shoves herself off the couch. “Might as well, right George?”

“I’m not getting anything else out of this rubbish,” He says, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Might as well.”

A cot3 rewrite of the scene in book 5 where Lockwood brings Lucy to his family's graves.

[paimonial-rage]

expectations - kaveh

[random writing event] | requested by @andromeda-nova-writing

Kaveh scratched his head as he pondered your question. Though you often asked him many random things, this one caught him off guard. If he had to be honest, it was an odd question considering the point in your relationship. He didn’t fully know how to answer. But judging from that expectant look in your eyes, there definitely was a right answer and a wrong one.

“I mean… I’d make you a bed and feed you everyday… I’d take care of you and make sure you’re never in want,” he began, a bit proud of his answer that no matter what happened, he’d take care of you–

“You mean you wouldn’t make me a house?” You asked weakly, horror evident on your face.

He frowned in thought. Well, perhaps he could–

“After all of that, and you’d force me to live the rest of my days in a house with your roommate?”

A sharp bark of laughter erupted from his chest.

“I thought you were talking about– Are you serious!? I can’t even afford a house on my own! You’re expecting me to make a full sized house for you? Me and what money!? What would you even do with–”

You scoffed in sheer disbelief.

“What would I do with a house? What kind of dumb question is that, Kaveh? I’d live in it, duh! What? Are you saying I don’t deserve a house?”

He burst to his feet and slammed his hands to the table.

“I didn’t say that! It’s just–”

But you didn’t bother to hear anything he had to say.

“I’d live in it and eat all the tons of expensive food you buy for me!” You announced stubbornly with an upturned nose and a cross of your arms.

“‘Tons’ of expensive food? How much money do you think I make?” He demanded.

“Well yeah. I need to eat! What would you give me otherwise?”

He paused in thought.

“I… I don’t know. An apple a day?”

Your eyes blew open wide in horror.

“A single apple? What do you think I am, Kaveh, a horse!? I can’t believe you! What kind of boyfriend are you?” You accused, hurt evident in your eyes. “I mean that’s the bare minimum I’d do for you if you got turned into a worm!!”

He sunk into his seat. Was this what it meant to be in a relationship? Was this what it meant to take care of someone? Was he in over his head? He thought this was supposed to be a light-hearted conversation. Not only did he reveal himself to be a bad boyfriend, but judging by the way you were doing your best to hide that smile creeping to your lips, he obviously hurt you too–

Wait.

“You… You wouldn’t do those things at all!” He exclaimed incredulously.

You burst into a fit of laughter, wiping the tear that gathered at the corner of your eye. But upon seeing the frustration in his expression, you did your best to calm down. With a sway of your hips, you stood and made your way behind him. And with those talented fingers of yours, you gently began to massage away the stress in his shoulders.

“Okay, maybe I wouldn’t. But I would make you a nice soft comfy bed with the best and richest dirt in Sumeru. And I’d give you a nice juicy apple every day plucked straight from the highest tree in all of Mondstadt. You’d be living the best life a worm could live.”

He grumbled, doing his best to hold onto his irritation and losing.

“Oh but if I do that, you accuse me of treating you like a horse.”

You laughed.

[blackwood4stucky]

echoes of crystal springs | aspen blackwood

series: @burningembersofadyingworld | masterlist

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅼 | complete

tags: stucky dune au, post-modern omegaverse

Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | first love

@angstober | promise

@anyfandomfluffbingo | free space

au challenge | arranged marriage

@augustwritingchallenge:

au-gust 2024 | space travel trick au treat 24 | deal with the devil

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | y5: galaxy

@buckybarnesevents: babb 2023 | arranged marriage + space [may]

crossover bingo | omegaverse

@darkacademiabingo | creature feature

@darkspicyevanstan: quadruple challenge mode

dune au + light elf + science fantasy + damocles' sword

@eclipsingbingo: the rising moon | space travel au

@fandombingo:

rpf card | arranged marriage au the little prince bingo | primeval forest the martian bingo | space opera

@fandom-free-bingo

flight | collars world book night edition | brave new world + elf

@ficwip: all ships week | free day

@intotheomegaverse: halloween | free day

@julybreakbingo

jbb 24 | alien planet post july 24 | arranged marriage

@multifandom-flash:

bdsm | ceremonial collar + of sexy corsets here there be monsters bingo | light elf may [hp] | prophecy

nightmare fuel | dream

@sebastianstanbingo | intergalactic au

@secretcrypticevents:

into the wilds bingo | hydra into the wilds flash | dimension travel au + light elf + arranged marriage

@steverogersbingo | b3: bucky barnes

@taintedsouled: danse macabre | creature feature

@through-time-and-space-bingo | supernatural elements au

read: ao3 | sqwa | the nana

[magiciansfanworksextravaganza]

Warm Up

Warm Up

We’ll be hosting a longer challenge that will post in Jan./Feb. 2025 (announcement soon!), but before that happens, we wanted to give everyone a chance to warm up.

This is a micro Magicians fanwork event. Posting will take place in the first week of December, from Dec. 1-7, 2024. For this challenge, we’re especially interested in pieces that are small. Fic to 1,000 words (drabbles, poems, and flash encouraged)! Smaller pieces of art, shorter vids/edits, mini-fanmixes. A cosplay moment. It’s your call; we’d love to see it all! Feel free to submit as many times as you like between Dec. 1-7. As always, additions to existing WIPs welcome, as are new works!

The “warm up” theme could include vibes that are warm, cozy, related to winter, being hot (in any sense of that word), warming up or preparing for a big event, just starting out in something like magic, or any spin you’d like to put on it!

Posting will take place in the first week of December 2024. There will be an AO3 collection, and we’ll reblog your posts here and create a masterpost when the week’s over. Stay tuned for more details!

[stars-forever]

Fellow writers and fanfiction enthusiasts! I'm excited to announce that claiming for the @character-a-character-b “Festival of Prompts” flash fest has officially opened!

Join us for the last flash fest of 2024! This event is meant to celebrate all of the flash fest held in 2024 and will use some of the unused prompts from previous flash fest events. Thank you @theneverwriter and @nicky-gabriel for letting me use your prompts!

This flash fest is 3 weeks long rather than 2 weeks, due to the holiday season.

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[character-a-character-b]

Welcome to "Character A Character B"!

Calling all fandom enthusiasts! Step into a world of possibilities as we bring you the ultimate writing and art challenges!

Are you a fanfiction enthusiast looking for a welcoming community to share your passion? Look no further! We're thrilled to announce the launch of "Character A Character B" – a vibrant and inclusive space open to all fandoms and all ages.

What we offer:

Exchanges: Dive into creative collaborations with fellow fans.

Word Count Competitions: Challenge yourself and showcase your writing skills.

Prompts: Get inspired and explore new story ideas.

Flash Fests: Engage in quick and fun writing challenges.

Celebrations: Write about stories based on a holiday, occasion, or specific event.

Bingos: participants complete a 3x3 grid of prompts based on a specific theme.

Join us and be part of a supportive community where creativity thrives! Whether you're into fanfiction, original stories, or simply love discussing your favorite characters, there's a place for you here.

Spread the word and invite your fellow fandom friends! Let's create unforgettable stories together.

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[lockwood-fic-recs]

Blue Christmas

by human_dreamer_etcetera on ao3

Rating: G | Category: F/M | Relationship: Lockwood/Lucy

Lockwood used to dislike the color blue. Mysteriously, his opinion starts to change around the same time Lucy Carlyle moves into Portland Row. From grief to something new, as told over five Christmases.

[mama-ivy]

First Contact

Phan held their breath. They knew that if they were to survive, they would need to only breathe when absolutely necessary. Curled in the small space they had found in the cooling system and only taking the smallest of breaths in long and varying intervals, Phan was sure that they could hide for a long time. Long enough? Maybe. Maybe not.

When Phan and Loe first saw the visitors, they were awe struck. There were three of them standing in the hatch that led to the connecting hallway to their ship. They wore protective suits, all matching with bright pops of color and covers that hid what Phan and Loe could only assume was their faces. Loe had tried to communicate with the three visitors. It was quickly discovered that the visitors did not speak the same language. The sounds seem to roll out of them in soft waves. Quiet waves. Warm and comforting. There were no harsh or guttural sounds. No clicks. No hisses. Nothing like any race that Phan and Loe had ever encountered.

And then they shot Loe. Killed Loe. With concentrated light beams. The heat from their weapons filled the room. Phan ran. As fast as they could.

Phan sat cowering in their hiding hole. What did these visitors want? This was a science ship. They had nothing of worth. They considered for a moment that what their idea of valuable differed from the visitor’s idea of the same. If that were the case, the strange beings could take whatever they wanted if they just left. But how to relay that to them. Phan had no idea. So they sat and waited. Hiding.

Phan could hear them coming towards the engine room. Loud and banging. Clomping up and down. Their protective suits nothing like their soft tongues. One last deep breath before they came close enough to hear.

“You’re sure this is the room?”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

“You better be right, Williams.”

The door slid open quietly. Phan froze.

“Why are we even doing this?”

“Orders, Carter.”

“There are no weapons aboard. There’s not even any black matter.”

“Lieutenant, I think we have the wrong ship.”

“Soldiers, I will only say this once more. Orders. We verified the ship’s markings. We verified the ship’s location. We verified the ship’s contents. Do as your told. Find it. Kill it.”

@flashfictionfridayofficial

[mimisempai]

Our oath

Summary

What was supposed to be just a romantic flight takes on a whole new meaning as Aziraphale and Crowley gaze up at the world from the starry sky.

Notes

I didn't plan them to take me there, but I don't regret it...

For the @flashfictionfridayofficial - #FFF242 Soaring Above

On Ao3

Rating G -  755 words

He spread his wings, made a few movements with them to make sure they were working properly, then took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

He flew up into the sky, and as he soared higher, he saw the bookshop, the busy Whickber Street, and then the city lights grew smaller and smaller. Then he flew past some clouds until there was night and stars all around him, and he stopped to look at the Earth, now barely bigger than a small marble.

So small in this great universe, so beautiful and fragile. 

But oh, so precious.

He felt, as he always had when it came to the little planet, this deep, strong, raw love that drove him to protect it and its inhabitants from all dangers and whatever else his and Crowley's ex-sides might think of doing, because for Heaven and Hell, Earth means nothing or just a means to an end.

At that thought, he feels anger growing deep inside him. The same anger he is filled with every time he thinks about how Heaven regards its own creation. He feels it growing inside him, intense, burning, uncontrollable.

"Angel?"

Then it immediately stopped.

Just that word, uttered in a soft voice, overcame the rage that overcame him, and the gentle pressure on his hand was enough to make it subside, leaving only the love for this planet and the fierce will to protect it, no matter the cost.

Then a caress on his hand removed the last vestiges of anger and he turned his eyes to the demon at his side. Crowley, in whose eyes he read understanding and the same fervor as his own.

This planet, so precious to them, for it was what brought them together in the first place. Before their shared love, it was the will to save the Earth and its people that made them overcome all the obstacles that fate had placed between them.

Once he's calmed down, he can also see the concern in the demon's eyes and blames himself for being the one who put it there.

Crowley asked him gently, "Are you all right, Angel?"

Aziraphale, without letting go of his hand, moved closer to him, his wings fluttering gently, then replied, "Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this flight in the sky to turn into a drama."

Crowley gently stroked his cheek and shook his head before saying, "Don't be sorry. I know how you feel. We won't let anything happen to them."

"How do you understand me so well?"

The demon winked at him and replied playfully, "Thousands of years of practice," then his expression turned serious again as his eyes focused on the planet far below their feet and he said quietly, "This is our home. So we will protect it. Together."

He wrapped his arm around the angel's waist, and Aziraphale rested his head on his shoulder, repeating softly, "Together."

They stayed like that for a few minutes, embracing in the starry sky, looking down on this world and its inhabitants that they loved so much.

Then Aziraphale slid his hand down the demon's arm and intertwined their fingers, saying softly, "Come on, let's go home."

Crowley smiled at him, nodded, and together they flapped their wings before diving toward the Earth.

They both felt their hearts racing as they approached the Earth. Crowley gripped Aziraphale's hand a little tighter as they flew over Tadfield, and a little later, Aziraphale's hand tightened around Crowley's as they passed over Whickber Street, where their family and the heart of their home lay.

They finally landed on the roof of the bookshop, still holding hands.

Aziraphale pushed back a lock of red hair that had fallen across Crowley's forehead during their flight and said quietly, "How about dinner at the Ritz to end the evening on a high note?"

The demon simply asked, "By land or by air?"

The angel immediately replied, "By land, among them."

Crowley planted a light kiss on Aziraphale's lips and nodded before saying quietly, "Let's go, Angel."

Some time later, they entered the Ritz and a butler escorted them to their usual table.

After their champagne glasses were filled, Crowley raised his to the angel and said softly, "Cheers, to the world."

Aziraphale clinked his glass against the demon's and replied, "To our world."

They said nothing more, they didn't need to as the same burning will to cherish and protect this world was shining in their eyes.

Their oath.

To the world.

To their world.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : (After season 2) 

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[blackwood4stucky]

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 3,360 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

"A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers." - There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.

bingo fills + event prompts

ch. 1: hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

@anyfandomangstbingo | barely conscious

@anyfandomdarkbingo | fuck or die

@anyfandomgoesbingo | possessive alpha

@anyfandomkinkbingo | handcuffs

@badthingshappenbingo | mutilation

@buckybarnesevents

alpha bucky april | breeding kink + purring + double minimum requirement babb 2023 | failed mission [april prompt] babb 2023 [babb060] | held down connect 4 [c4013] | c1: sex slave

@catws-anniversary | theme: bucky barnes - metal arm

@deaddovekink

frisky february | drugged sex monsterfcking march | shapeshifting: transforming during sex

@eclipsingbingo | trail of blood

@fandom-free-bingo: valentine’s edition | aphrodisiac, bound

@hurtcember | forced

@julybreakbingo: post-july | sex pollen

@kinky-things-happen | transformation

@marvel-smash-bingo | forced orgasm

@mcukinkbingo: open round | torture

@multifandom-flash

omegaverse | forced mating round 2 [1028] | free space

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | non con body mod: extra fuck holes

@sebastianstanbingo | sex slave

@stuckybingo [5080] | kink: breeding

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | captivity, kidnapped

@yearoftheotpevent | april: canon divergence

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

ch 2

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--prompt from @fictober-event, "It's been a long time"

"A lust charm--interesting.". Drinking a glass of water to counter the effects of the martini, Vienne noted the cracks of the heart which she held in her hand. Less obvious was the pulsating of her own, in which she faced Meryem, playing with her hair with an aggressive finger. The corridor seemed to narrow until there was only them--two women, and a Ming-era vase which contorted with its own magic.

"Didn't you also try to harm the girl over there?" She asked, pointing at a distant woman with the champagne-colored dress. Vienne noted how she flustered in excitement over holding the business card, whereas her friend and another woman stood in confusion. Meryem remained indifferent to the scene, adjusted her necklace, and bit her tongue.

"It wasn't intentional," she said. "I wanted to see its power, and it worked. Maybe you would need to loosen up and lose your inhibitions, canim."

The word pierced through Vienne; she took off her sunglasses to reveal her beady, russet eyes. Though the fading daylight gave them an additional spark, darkness also tried to take over her complexion.

"I came here; is that not enough?"

"And you treated your time with Chelsea as if it were a business transaction."

"You were trying to use the jewelry to sabotage me and my colleagues! And then you used her as your bait."

Meryem rolled her eyes, before going back to her purse to spray some perfume. The scent of orange blossoms hit her neck, but some of it trailed to Vienne, who took note of the burns on her ring finger. The turquoise still managed to stand out, in spite of its mangled glory and its aloof owner.

"She was looking for a job. I couldn't give her one, but I could find a way to make her earn it."

“You are so irrational."

"It's been a long time," Meryem snarked, adjusting the necklace lain across her collarbone. "You should know by now."

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #272

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

The holiday party was off to a good start. Middle management stood by the water cooler, sharing a drink of punch in the glow of red, green, blue, and amber lights, while the rank-and-file chowed down on rum-soaked fruitcake in the breakroom. Secretaries and executives gossipped behind each other’s backs, giggling to themselves. It was such a joyous occasion - so lovely thanks to their CEO being dead.

His usual holiday bonus - more than most people’s salaries - was distributed amongst the staff as a show of good will, or rather, an attempt to convince them all it wasn’t worth it to gun down the next guy. The remainder of his salary was poured into the budget for the holiday party, which typically consisted of donuts and coffee and was mandatory to attend. This year, they didn’t need to make it mandatory.

There were lights, there was eggnog, there were cookies and cakes and treats of every kind. A chocolate fountain towered over the cubicle walls. Everyone present enjoyed a rather wonderful celebration.

“Great spirit,” said the specter of the CEO, speaking to a grim-hooded faceless ghost beside him. “For whose demise do my filthy underlings celebrate?”

The reaper raised a bony finger towards his face.

He gulped. “Surely this is but a future which could be, yes? Not one which must be? Please, spirit, I beg of you!” He dropped to his knees. “I cannot allow this awful future to occur! Think of the poor shareholders, spirit, think of them! What of their Christmas celebrations? A chocolate fountain for the poor is one stolen from the gullet of the wealthy!”

The Ghost of Christmas Future waved its hand and brought him to a somber billionaire’s parlor. A fire was lit upon the hearth, which sent shaky light to caress the man’s face.

“Hmph,” he grunted, looking at a newspaper. “How sad that my numbers have gone down. Oh well.”

The CEO stood up, shaking a bit, and looked at the Ghost right in the void. “Is this truly the saddest my passing has made any living person?”

The Ghost nodded.

“Well… shit.” He rubbed his chin, thinking. “What if I were to reverse my mandate to stop covering anesthesia halfway through surgery? Is that enough?”

The Ghost shrugged.

“In that case, I figure it’s worth a shot. That’s really all I’m willing to give up. I’m running a business here, you know.”

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

[ginneke]

Flash Fiction Friday - #213: "Ten Years Later."

@flashfictionfridayofficial has released today's prompt and I've been ~inspired~.

—

I wrote an AU of my own AU, 'A Seed of Song', in which -- ten years after the Calamity -- a juvenile Rito tries to learn more about her Hylian dad, guided by her dead father's diary.

Told in reverse chronology. 1k words exactly in GDocs.

—

And The Time Has Flown

Characters: The Chick (A Seed of Song), Aryll, Purah (mentioned), Impa, Sidon, Revali (posthumous)

—

"The Director told me you're here. That you're healing. 

"...Are you? I'm not doubting her! But— Are you really gonna wake up? 

"...Are you really my father?

"Nobody can tell me. But if you are… Please. Come back. Come back."

—

"Hi! Um. I'm looking for Lady Purah?"

Aryll pauses and looks the little Rito girl over. She doesn't seem much taller than an eight-year-old, and her russet-and-cream feathers are in substantial disarray from a long, hard flight. 

"The Director?" 

The little girl nods. Her eyes flash with hope.

 "You want that big building up the hill, then," Aryll says, pointing the way, and tries not to smile at the flicker of dismay on the girl's face that soon turns into grim determination.

"Thanks."

"You'll have a hard time getting up there, you know," Aryll calls after the child as she starts hopping away up the path/ Her legs are only little. "It’s late. I'll be running supplies up there tomorrow morning. You're welcome to stay with..."

- us, she almost says, but that's not right anymore. It's just Aryll in that old house across the Firly, after Gramps passed away and Ma went out hunting and never came back, and Nanna didn't wake up one morning, and—

And Dad and Link both died, far away from home, when the Calamity came.

“You promise?”

The girl says it with such suspicion that Aryll has to laugh. “Promise.”

She beckons for the Rito girl to follow. As they near the bridge, she thinks to ask, “What's your name?

The girl chirps out, “I’m—"

—

"...I see."

The child fidgeted from one foot to the other. "Do you... believe me?"

Truthfully, it is quite the wild and incredulous tale. If she hadn't been an unwitting witness to some small part of the tale, she might not have believed it.

But Impa had found herself cast as a silent intermediary, letting Link's letters slip out of the castle with minimal disturbance and no eyes but her own setting sight on their contents.

Champion Revali's replies had been scarcer, and neither side had given much indication of the regard that might imply a shared parental duty, but...

Purah told her, just once, of the champion's chick. Her older sister had always enjoyed keeping secrets. It would come as no surprise if Purah knew something more.

So Impa puts her doubts aside for now, and tells the child what she knows, and sets her on the path towards Purah.

...And that evening, when the shadows fall and the village turns still, Impa walks to the island where the Goddess Statue stands and prays Link might wake and return to them soon.

For Princess Zelda's sake, and for this child who calls herself his.

—

This year, Gaddison is chosen to wield the Ceremonial Trident. Not for the first time, Prince Sidon longs to be bigger. Then he might be the one to carry it instead.

He's distracted anyway. There's a Rito perched on the cliffside the entire time, though they don't make any move to approach, watching the subdued ceremony in silence and shifting only when Laflat steps forward and sings the song that Sidon hates them singing.

By the time the festival ends, and Sidon manages to glance up at the cliffside again, the Rito has gone.

He tracks them to a pond, south of the Veiled Falls, and finds them sitting at the edge of the water, a book in their wings and a bow set within reach.

They are - she is - singing. But it's not the simple version, the way Laflat sang it: it's Mipha's version, and Queen Sela's before her, with a few unknown turns that speak of another voice that passed it on.

Sidon picks up on all of that, but he can't make sense of it. "How do you know that?"

The Rito snaps her book shut, guilty. "I — my dad sang it to me when I first hatched."

"...You're a Rito," Sidon points out.

"Um. Yeah?"

Rito don't marry Zora. Do they? Maybe there's something he doesn't know. "How was your dad a Zora?"

"They... weren't? They were Rito. And Hylian. He's the one who sang to me. My uncle said he was a knight in service to Hyrule's princess..." 

That's wrong. She's wrong. Princess Zelda only had one sworn knight. Everyone says so. And he was...

"The Hylian Champion was gonna be my sister's husband," Sidon tells her with certainty. His father says it's true, and all the councillors believe it too, even if they hate Hylians now. "You're mistaken."

It's the wrong thing to say. The Rito girl flies into a rage. "I'm not lying," she shrieks, "you're lying!" 

"You're wrong!" Sidon yells back. "Why would my sister have made him that armor if they weren't…"

Everyone says it! Mipha loved Link. Mipha wanted to marry Link. So why does this girl think she can barge in and say otherwise?

But she flies off before Sidon can say so, winging her way south, away from Zora's Domain. Well. Good riddance, Muzu would say.

...He still feels bad about it. If he sees her again, he'll try to say sorry.

—

He keeps talking about giving her a name.

No matter that I've told him she has a name, and it's only a sad quirk of his biology that he can't say it. How else would she recognise when I'm talking to her? Really. She doesn't need a Hylian name yet.

—

...Loath as I am to concede the point, he might - inadvertently - have one.

And the name he suggested wasn't that unacceptable...

I wonder if she ever felt this way when I was young. Probably not: the way people speak of her, she thought herself invincible.

I should thank her for that lesson, at least. No warrior is invincible. Any battle might be our last. I knew that, but...

It took until now for me to understand it.

Yes. That name will do. I'll tell him when we meet at Mt. Lanayru…

[stars-forever]

Hey writers and fanfiction fans! This is a reminder that prompts are still available for the last Flash Fest of 2024 “Festival of Prompts”, that I am hosting with @character-a-character-b.

If you haven't claimed your prompt yet, now's a great time to join in the fun and let your writing shine!

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[character-a-character-b]

"Rare Pair Magic" Flash Fest Awards!

We're thrilled to announce that the awards for the "Rare Pair Magic" Flash Fest hosted by @stars-forever have been given out!

Congratulations to all the writers who won an award and thank you to everyone who took the time to write and vote for the Flash Fest!

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[armchair-angel]

Welcome to my Writing Masterlist, a curated collection of my creative prose, including flash fiction and drabbles. Here, you'll find a variety of prompts and themes explored through short, impactful stories, perfect for those who love concise storytelling. I participate in weekly writing events like Flash Fiction Friday and annual events such as Whumptober and Sephiroth Week, showcasing my passion for character-driven narratives.

CW: Character Perspectives - For works that dive deeply into a character's viewpoint and internal thoughts. This can include introspective pieces exploring Bianca’s or Sephiroth's reactions, inner conflicts, and feelings.

CW: Crack Fiction - For humorous, exaggerated, or non-serious takes on characters or scenarios that playfully deviate from the usual tone or canon.

CW: Drabbles - Short 100-word stories, concentrating on a single theme or moment. These are perfect for quick snapshots of character moods or interactions, whether lighthearted, emotional, or revealing a single character trait.

CW: Flash Fiction - Shorter narrative pieces that highlight character moments, often in under 1,000 words. These could include everyday scenes, action sequences, or brief interactions that reveal something essential about the characters.

CW: Gifts - Stories or scenes created specifically for others' OCs, often capturing a particular essence or dynamic important to the character’s identity or personality. These would focus on capturing the OC’s unique traits and relationships in a meaningful way.

CW: One-Shots - Standalone stories that capture a complete narrative within a single piece. These could range widely in tone and theme, providing rich character development or an exploration of an isolated event.

CW: Out of Canon Moments - Scenes or ideas that step outside established storylines, offering playful or imaginative explorations of characters. These pieces highlight humorous, heartwarming, or unexpected scenarios, adding depth and joy to character dynamics without adhering to the official headcanon I established for Fantasy Worlds Collide.

CW: Prompts - Stories or scenes created in response to creative prompts or challenges, showcasing character interactions, dialogue, or personal growth, often sparked by unique scenarios or ideas that fit into broader character arcs.

CW: Snippets - Brief excerpts or incomplete scenes that capture fleeting moments, ideas, or dialogue. These pieces might serve as teasers, mood setters, or character exploration in a minimalistic format.

CW: Smut – For pieces exploring sexual themes and explicit content. This would involve consensual BDSM dynamics, physical intimacy between characters, and power play. The themes often feature intense emotional or physical connection, focusing on passion, desire, and the exploration of the characters' kinks and boundaries.

CW: Writing Events - Pieces crafted for participation in writing events or challenges. These stories might explore any theme or tone, from lighthearted to intense, and could be used to develop characters or worlds in varied ways.