#five sentence ficlet friday

[ellorypurebloodculture]

May I request a Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley ficlet?

Master Harry Potter's chest burns as he chases Miss Ginny Weasley through the trees, dodging over protruding roots and ducking under leafy boughs in the process; she's the last person he has to catch to win the game, but she's as elusive as a Thestral to those who have never witnessed a death.

"Catch me if you can!" Ginny challenges over her shoulder, her deep red braid whipping through the air with how fast she runs, the sunlight seeping through the leaves to kiss her freckles.

He almost trips over his feet as he realizes that he's jealous of the sunlight.

Ginny is a rarity among pureblood witches, never afraid to try new things, willing to become dirty and disheveled for fun's sake without caring what anyone thinks, always willing to laugh loudly and smile brightly and--Merlin, Harry wants her.

Knowing she'll despise him if he treats her like she's fragile, Harry tackles her into the leaf litter and gasps against the arch of her neck, heart pounding, "Caught you."

[keepblr-writing-challenge]

RULES:

be respectful towards other's writing

anyone can participate, you do not need to inform me! simply write what you want, mention the prompt and tag me on that post / reblog the prompt with your writing. (If you choose to post it on ao3, just put the link on a tumblr post, and do the same.)

please give your works a title. this isn't necessary for wips, but ficlets and fics do require a title.

add trigger warnings where appropriate

there will be about 3 featured works each round. if you feel that my pick of works is biased, you may find somewhere else to participate.

ask to be added to my taglist here. you will be tagged for all three challenges.

feel free to use the ask box for your questions.

i will be tracking #keepblrweekly

I will post prompts thrice a week; Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays.

WIP WEDNESDAYS: post the last five sentences of any kotlc wip of yours. go crazy! just because you haven't finished writing the story does not mean it shouldn't be appreciated. provide context, or don't, it's your choice. these do not get featured works, as the whole point of them is that they are wips.

FICLET FRIDAYS: write a ficlet using a word i choose as a prompt. the word can be mentioned as many or as few times as you wish, as long as it's used once. The word limit (and it has one 😔) is 500. I will link some featured works (with permission from the author.) You may choose not to abide by the word limit, or post late, but your work will not be considered for featured works.

SHIP SUNDAY: i will give you two tropes as prompts. your job is to write a fic using one or both of those tropes in a fic, with any ship of your choice. minimum length for this is 1k, but there is no maximum. you can choose to make these as long as you want, but if the fully completed work is not uploaded somewhere i can access within 7 days of the prompt being posted, it can't qualify for featured. however, if you originally posted a oneshot and later decided to go back to it, and expand more, feel free to do so. it's still your work-- i have no rights over it.

I will always ask for your permission before featuring your work, if I fail to do so, do not hesitate to remind me. My timezone is GMT+8, so I will post depending on my schedule. I will always wait 24 hours after the prompt is posted before considering featured works. This is open for everyone; you need not sign up, or inform me whether or not you're participating.

If you have any questions or queries about this, feel free to ask.

Have fun and happy writing!!!

[filet-o-feelings]

Wip Friday

Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

Thanks for the tags @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @mammameesh and @stereopticons🥰

Library Boy

Snooze!

Luxury road trip fic

Stevie/Ruth mistakes ficlet

tumblr poll build-a-fic

A snippet from Library Boy:

“Yeah, I think I might be a little biased, but she’s pretty great,” Patrick says with a smile. He looks like he wants to say something else, but hesitates before finally asking “What are your parents like?”

“Oh, well, we’d need more than the time it’s going to take to get to the school to unpack that answer. Let’s just say, growing up with Johnny and Moira Rose as parents was probably a very different experience from yours.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Unfortunately, yes. My sister is a pain in my ass and I’m constantly having to save her from situations I don’t even understand how she gets herself into.”

“I think it would be nice to have someone else who understands the specific way you grew up. I mean, I love my parents, and being an only child growing up with them has been a wonderful experience, but I do sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have a sibling.”

“With Marcy as their mother, I’m sure they would have been much more amiable than Alexis. I will still say you probably got the better deal here.”

Patrick can see David rolling his eyes, but his tone of voice betrays the love he clearly has for his sister, despite the trouble she gives him.

I'll tag @treluna4 @carolrain @demora00 @celeritas2997 @jamilas-pen if you want to play 💜

[yrficslists]

This blog is a collection of posts about Young Royals / Wilmon fics, just to scroll through when you're looking for new 'literature'.

I've tried to bring some order to the chaos, but that's not really my talent, so I quitted that. You'll come across posts that have done this better, with Excel sheets and all.

I will also delete earlier posts about Wille's and Simon's months, sunday snippets, friday ficlets, (some are just too beautiful and touching) so what you'll find here is posts about complete fics and about work-in-progress, posts about Wille's and Simon's months, sunday snippets, friday ficlets, five sentences stories etc.

You'll also find a lot of duplicate posts, because I tend to forget what I already reposted.

I hope it will bring you the most beautiful stories of our favorite couple!

[polkadotpatterson]

How do I write a coherent Fic Rec Friday post about fics that render me incapable of coherent thought? Well, I haven't quite figured that out yet, but I want to attempt a shoutout to @baby-triumphant‘s Leon/Andrew fics anyway, because I recently got around to reading them and it turns out these guys drive me absolutely bonkers in the best way!

So, what's the deal with these two? Well, they're from Chicago (as we all are, of course), except this isn’t quite the same Chicago you may be familiar with. In this universe, we’re introduced to the City of Four Thousand Saints, where the Short Circuits Firefighters could sure use a miracle or two if they're going to win a championship.

That miracle just might come in the form of Leon Duncan, the Firefighters’ newly unretired star pitcher coming back after a couple of surgeries. At least, his catcher Andrew Trebek sure thinks so. Andrew's got plenty of faith in the saints -- and plenty of faith in Leon, because after all these years as a battery together, there’s nobody he believes in more than his pitcher.

So they’re complicated. So they’re hurt, both of them, tired and aching and always so fucking sore, and the rookies stare at them when they finish each other’s sentences, proof enough that even five years of Leon retired couldn’t make them less of a two-headed monster.

Leon knows Andrew calls him a saint sometimes. It’s only fair, for all that Leon believes in Andrew, for Andrew to believe right back.

I honestly don’t know what to say about these two other than their relationship is fascinating and complicated and I absolutely can’t get enough of it. So, listen to Robbie instead, who knows exactly what to say about these two, and read his fics!

There are three 12x100s about these Short Circuits Firefighters in Robbie’s chicago, in brief series, as well as a handful of ficlets on his tumblr. They’re all quick reads, but they're also the kind of fics that stick with you for a very long time. Each one is a short but masterful display of character dynamics and worldbuilding, and I only wish I had checked them out sooner. 

[enigma-the-mysterious]

The direct message thing on your blog doesn't let me type....idk why.

Can I use your sentence for a future short ficlet? I can link cred it back to you on AO3. I haven't really made it past a few random plot points thrown together, but it includes Aramis, Anne, and the Dauphin in a post-S3 plot.

Ah, must have been some Tumblr glitch, I think its fixed now as I just received your DM 😁😁

Sure! Feel free to run wild with it! If you want to cred link it back to a specific work, then do it in Five Sentence Friday where I dump all these prompt fills.

[voidstilesplease]

Bonfires

Demigod AU Ficlet [4]

Theo

"Tomorrow evening is Capture the Flag."

Theo draws his eyebrows at the new guy with green eyes and strong jaw as he addresses the demigods gathered for the nightly campfire. He looks only a little older than some of the senior counselors in Camp Half-Blood, but it's the first time Theo has seen him since arriving almost a week ago. 

Chiron is at the side with Mr. D -the camp's director- listening as the new guy takes the center. Well, at least, Chiron is. Mr. D -also known as Dionysus, the god of wine and madness- is slumped in his seat, looking bored of the world as he takes sip after sip of coke, done with being sober. Theo sympathizes; he's the god of wine who is forbidden to lick a drop of it. It's negating his entire existence.

When Theo first found out that an actual Olympian runs the camp (as punishment from Zeus), he almost didn't believe it. Then, he woke up one day to half of the Hermes and Apollo cabins dangling in grapevines because they got caught playing tricks against each other that ultimately resulted in children of Hermes spouting the worst haikus and children of Apollo screaming from itch powder. Mr. D despises haikus and over-the-top screeching. 

He's also frequently away to Olympus nowadays, for some reason, so Theo's wariness around the god ebbed just a little. The Ares cabin also likes pulling stunts on the Apollo bunch; they are too golden and dramatic.

Theo leans to Fred on his right and nods toward the talking figure, "Who's the new guy?"

It takes a second for his head counselor to realize what he means, "Oh, him? That's Derek Hale, a son of Poseidon," Fred turns to Theo, voice low as to not interrupt the guy's speech. "He was a camper here. Then he attended Camp Jupiter in New Rome for college."

Theo nods in reverie, remembering Stiles's study guide and how it has a section dedicated to Roman gods and goddesses and an introduction to another demigod camp called Camp Jupiter.

"He's a trainer now and helps Chiron manage the camp's summer activities," Fred continues, facing front. "He's cool. He usually sides with Ares during games."

"Why is that?"

"Athena and Poseidon also have a bit of rivalry," Fred explains, curling his lips downward. "But when he left, Cora always went with the other team. He's attached to the hip with Stiles," the head counselor gives him a sideways glance. "You've met him. He's the Athena kid assigned for introductory lessons to the new campers."

At the mention of Stiles, Theo finds himself scanning the crowd for the face attached to the name. He's on the other side, seated with his half-siblings, who are owlishly attentive to the trainer's words. Only Stiles can't settle his eyes on Derek -almost pointedly avoiding eye contact. He also looks sulky.

"Yeah," Theo murmurs, attention on the scowl on Stiles's face. His lips tug at the memory of their official meeting earlier. The boy was nothing like his siblings have told him: an arrogant, pain in the ass know-it-all. Stiles is smart, sharp, and intimidating for those who can't accept that he can outsmart them. "I've met him."

"-lastly," Derek's voice becomes distinct again, taking Theo off his musings. "Ares will lead the red team, while Athena takes blue. Fred from cabin five," he waves a hand to the Ares cabin counselor beside Theo as he speaks, "is the captain for red." Derek turns to the Athena circle to his right, a hesitant look crossing his expression. He clears his throat, "And, um, Haley?"

Haley, the blonde cabin six counselor, smiles. She points a finger to Stiles on her side. The boy finally lifts his head to meet Derek's eyes, defiant in the tilt of his chin and steely eyes. It's like he's daring Derek Hale to say something vicious. Even some of Stiles's siblings exchange private looks, twitching. 

"I'm putting Stiles in charge again, Derek," Haley tells him confidently. "He did such an exceptional job last summer."

Fred scoffs beside Theo; it sounds bitter.

Derek takes a moment to speak, quietly assessing Stiles. The Athena boy doesn't back down, either. He allows Derek to examine him, cocking his head to the side and raising a brow. Derek purses his lips, in the end, breaking the eye contact first. He sighs and turns back to the general audience. "Very well. The game begins at 9:00 pm tomorrow, Friday. Good luck."

With those parting words from Derek, the real campfire festivities commence. The Apollo cabin takes center stage, and they begin singing one of the camp's songs, Down by the Aegean, for which the lyrics are on the guide for new campers. 

Even though the haikus are pretty bad, the Apollo cabin is undeniably well with the singing and playing instruments. Soon, many are dancing, and roasting s'mores, and chanting along to different campfire songs as cabin seven initiate them. The magical flames of the bonfire are rising high and glowing gold as a reflection of the campers' exhilaration.

Chiron and Mr. D excuse early, expressions impassive, and leave the campers to Derek. 

Theo mingles with the usual crowd: Aphrodite, Apollo, Nemesis, and Hecate cabins, to name a few. They're also allies of Ares' cabin for the coming game. Now and then, however, his eyes roam the crowd in search of one other face. Theo immediately finds him every time, sometimes amidst the brood of Hermes, laughing with the children of the forges, in some debate with a Nike girl, and then dancing with Cora Hale by the fire. He's well-liked and respected, making his cabin's grudge against his brilliance even more amusing to Theo.

Fred catches him toasting his goblet of nectar to Stiles when they finally meet each other's eyes while he animatedly discusses a strategy to Theo. He cuts mid-sentence, follows Theo's line of vision, and groans. "No, no,"

Theo faces Fred, confused. "What?"

Fred gives him a disapproving look, "You're not actually into Stiles, are you?" He pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in resignation. He mutters under his breath, but Theo hears it all the same. "I should not have jinxed that."

When Fred drops his hand, he narrows his eyes at Theo. "Whatever. I can't blame you, anyway," he brings up a finger, meant to be menacing. "But you have to promise to maim him if need be tomorrow night. I cannot lose to a rookie two times in a row."

Theo raises a brow, "He's not a rookie anymore," he points out.

Fred presses his lips together, unimpressed.

Theo laughs, "Fine. If he doesn't maim me first."

Fred snorts, shaking his head, and then pats Theo's back twice. "I have to go talk to the co-captain. See you,"

When Fred is about ten paces away, Theo calls him. The senior counselor whirls around, expectant. Theo smirks and says in a loud voice that many, if not everyone, can surely hear. "Stiles says to remind you how you hung upside-down while he pried the flag and your dignity along with it from your clutch last summer."

Two beats of stunned silence pass, Fred's face turning a violent shade of red before the roaring laughter from the campers drown out Fred's furious, embarrassed snarl as he tackles Theo to the ground.

"Screw you, Theo Raeken!"

But Theo is laughing as he fights back. 

~•~

[1][2][3][companion]

[winterhasbeencoming]

Marvey Fic Recs [already UPDATED]

rongrealmwrongtime requested some recs for good Marvey fics and I've been thinking about doing this for a while. So brace yourselves for the monstrosity that is my all-time favorites. 

I rarely give feedback (which is horrible, I know), so I hope this master list shows my appreciation for all of you out there sharing your creations with us mortals. 

I won’t include unfinished fics/series in here. I’ll also keep it updated and add things.

(While doing this I realized I’m kinda obsessed with works by sal-si-puedes, tattooedsiren, and FrivolousSuits)

General Audiences

Blockbuster series by ThrillingDetectiveTales

How Many More Chances Are You Going to Give that Kid? by blackeyedsoul

I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In by novemberhush

I'll Be Here For You by statusquo_ergo

Ill-Fitting Black Suits by cnomad

Last Friday Night by tezzzz [best bachelor party fic]

Lobster and other Catastrophes by TooSel  [tie for top post-s07 fic; possibly my fav Suits fic of all time]

May The Best Man Win by novemberhush

Never Regret Us by charmed4lifekaren

Not Too Late by FrivolousSuits

Now We're Even by Sauffie

Paging Dr. Freud series by novemberhush

Plus One by Pookaseraph

Rattled by FrivolousSuits [amazing comment fic for 5x14]

The Secrets We As Lawyers Keep by thesassmaster

The Tenth Man by sal_si_puedes

Terrified by tiptoe39

A Thousand Words or One series by JustSomeMusings

Trevor is the Root of All Evil by nyargles

We Used To Be Friends (We're Gonna Be Lovers) by novemberhush

Teen and Up

Affixed to You by tattooedsiren

All Alone on Christmas by skywardsmiles

At the Doorstep by FrivolousSuits

Bayu Bayushki Bayu by writingtoreachyou [BEST prison fic I’ve ever read]

Bury all Your Secrets in my Skin by tattooedsiren

Chicken Soup For The Slightly Damaged Soul by TheSightlessSniper

Come On Back to Paradise by FrivolousSuits [tie for top post-s07 fic; definitely fav 5+1]

A Condition of Happiness by eadunne2

Confessions by Sairyn

Disconnected by Loyalty2WayStreet

Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue by novemberhush

Fair Enough by Closer

Guilty (Of Love in the First Degree) by Loyalty2WayStreet

Hope Vs. Experience - Wherever They may Lead Us by ThatwasJustaDream

I Need This by Loyalty2WayStreet

If You Have to Think Twice by kho [fav stoned fic]

Imagine the End of the Storm by statusquo_ergo [fav by this author]

In Life After Life by TooSel

In The Other Hours by tattooedsiren

The Jackpot Question by lesbianchrispine (Sher_locked_up)

Just The Two Of Us by sal_si_puedes

Landmarks to a Treasure by tattooedsiren

No Expiration Date by FrivolousSuits

Not a Fraud Anymore by Sauffie

The Note by ThatwasJustaDream

Objection by FrivolousSuits

Sleep is a Symptom of Caffeine Deprivation by PhoenixFlame

Stay Out of Trouble by tattooedsiren

Strictly Ballroom by sal_si_puedes

The Sweetest Things In Life Are Free by Stealthlamb1

The Truth About Us by AmorVerdan

Twist the drama of the play to get us by statusquo_ergo

Untitled Rainbow Ficlets by vaguesalvation

When You Really Love Somebody by kho [my thoughts on post-prison in one fic]

Where I Leave my Hurt Behind by Sway [best hug fic everrrr]

White Turkey by Sway

The Whittaker Case by kho

You Should Have Called by laughter_now

Explicit

The Age Old Question & The Only Right Answer by Sairyn 

Anamnesis by DLanaDHZ [amnesia!fic]

Answer in the Form of a Question by blackstar777

Are You Attracted To Me? by Bontaque 

The Awkward Life and Times of Mike Ross (Fool's Gold) by mockturtletale

Back in Town by ScottieB

Be Home For Sunday by SunshineWaves

Best in the World by mskatej

The Best Thing Ever by sal_si_puedes

Bittersweet Sensation by joannereads

Call It a Dream by wolfzaa

Call Me by Love2Slash

Cinnamon by eadunne2

Come Again by mskatej

Come Back To Me by CowandCalf

Counting to Infinity by sal_si_puedes

Dawn by CowandCalf

Declaration by smartalli

Different by sal_si_puedes [fav by this author]

Even Miracles Take A Little Time by team_freewill

Even the Impossible is Easy by tattooedsiren [fav Christmas fic]

Eyes Wide Open by Loyalty2WayStreet

Five Times Mike’s Phone Sort of Gets Him Into Trouble and One Time It Really, Really Doesn’t by Robin Gills (Akiseo)

Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall by sal_si_puedes

Happy Stoniversary by Loyalty2WayStreet [one of the best 5+1s, lots of stoned Marvey]

Home series by TooSel [kid!fic]

I Don't Feel Right (when you're gone away) by IDreamOnlyOfYou (lauren3210)

I told YOU by blackeyedsoul

If Ever I Was Running by tattooedsiren

Jealousy Bites by Love2Slash

King Solomon's Dream by sal_si_puedes

Klutz (Or: Accidentally Mike) by Attorney C

Leave of Absence by butterflycell

Let Me Down Easy by sal_si_puedes

Let Me Down Easy by TheSightlessSniper

Lost and Found by Sairyn

Lover to Lover series by skinnyties

Mea Culpa by TooSel

Mr. Harvey J. Specter by flamyshine

My Guy by charmed4lifekaren

New Memories, Not Really A Surprise by sal_si_puedes

Not the Bates Motel by mskatej

Nothing Like We Used to Be by jonius_belonius (Joni_Beloni)

Perfectly (Dys)fuctional by eadunne2

Please, Harvey by PaolaAdara

The Prime Directive by Sairyn

Purely Fictional by blackeyedsoul

The Red Earth Of Tara by sal_si_puedes

Red series by sal_si_puedes

Seven Sleeps by TheSightlessSniper

Seventy Two Hours by Areiton [best pre-prison fic]

Some Assembly Required by poppypickford

Something Else by sal_si_puedes

Spectrum by lipservice (thescariestadverbs)

To Please The Client by sal_si_puedes

The Trip by mskatej

Under the Sheets by joannereads

Vacation in Vermont by jonius_belonius (Joni_Beloni) [fav by this author]

Whispers in the Night by joannereads

Alternative Universe

5U175 by Closer [in which they write Star Trek fanfic omg]

All Straight Lines Circle Sometime by liketheroad [Time Traveler’s Wife AU - very creative]

Can You Keep A Secret? by Sauffie [fair warning: this is the angstiest fic I’ve ever read, it made me cry, it completely broke me down, but I’ll never forget it, so it was definitely impactful]

Coffee Cart-Client Privilege by FrivolousSuits

Coming To Your Senses by Skara_Brae

Curious George by sal_si_puedes

Fate’s Decree series by in_the_bottle [doctor AU]

Gatekeeper by SodiumBicarb

Grande Soy Triple Dirty Chai by friskaz [barista AU, so adorable]

Hilts' Bar by accol

Lemon Drops by Sway [You’ve Got Mail AU]

A Life Sentence (in your arms) by tattooedsiren

Of All the Gin Joints in All the World by FrivolousSuits [my fav AU hands down]

One Hour by sal_si_puedes

One Night Only by TooSel

Nanny ‘verse series by GotTheSilver

Pizza-Verse series by Closer

Rule 520.4 & New York Domestic Relations, Article 3, § 10 by machtaholic (cinderella81) [AU first meeting]

Rules of the Game series by snowstar [about the pain all non-canon shippers experience]

Schmoopy Boat Verse by sal_si_puedes

Shuffle Up and Deal by jonius_belonius (Joni_Beloni)

Tattoo!Verse series by machtaholic (cinderella81)

A Truth So Loud by  tattooedsiren [fake marriage AU]

Whatever the Question by tattooedsiren [another fake marriage AU]

You Are the Bread to my Butter by Sway [chef AU]

You're Not the One (But You're the Only One) by ChristyCorr [angsty, but so good]

BDSM 

Baby Blues by surrenderdammit

Chocolate by writingtoreachyou

Claimed by Skara_Brae

The Drop by flitterflutterfly

Everything You Want series by ThatwasJustaDream [angsty af]

The Last Thirty Percent by TooSel

Needs Must by thatotherperv 

No Needles series by sal_si_puedes

Soulmate 

All About Us by wolfzaa

Be Thou My Rainbow by sal_si_puedes

Dulce et Decorum est (pro de amor mentiri) by mockturtletale [kind of soulmate]

Ignorantia Juris Non Excusat series by wolfzaa

Ink by machtaholic (cinderella81)

One More Sleepless Night by sal_si_puedes

The Touch by FrivolousSuits [kind of soulmate]

When Most I Wink by sal_si_puedes

Omega Verse

Imperfect Perfection by Skara_Brae

Matter Over Mind series by sal_si_puedes

Rain on Golden Leaves series by formalizing, rei_c

Silver Lining by FoxVII

The Strange Courtship of Mike Ross by Skara_Brae

Walk Away If You Can series by Blue_Five [angsty but so worth it]

[seblaineaddict]

Seblaine Week 2020: Day 4: Power Couple

Hey, Seblainers! Hellllloo, everyone else! 😉

Thanks for joining me again for part two of my ficlet, except... Well...

I have been talking to a few people today to get their perspective on something, and as a result, I have taken the decision to not put up part two of my ficlet with my graphics. I will instead successfully (I hope...) and briefly flash-forward, and will explain what our boys have been up to since graduating Uni.

The reason is, a very large part of Bas and Blaine getting to such a good place after the fight about Kurt in my ficlet, is Santana. She has become one of Bas' best friends, since they both left for college, and she tells him to get his head out of his ass, man up, face his feelings, and stop trying to make Blaine break up with him, every time being in a relationship gets too hard and too real for him. He actually comes to rely on her wisdom so much.

There is a LOT about Santana, in part two, and after talking it over with my boyfriend and a few close friends, since I don't want to appear disrespectful at such a hard, raw time, I'm not gonna post it. Same goes for the third and final part on Friday, given that Santana is Bas' Best Woman, while Hunter is his Best Man. The graphics will be up, accompanied by another flash-forward (and a flashback, too), but no story, as such.

I will post the whole ficlet in the future. I mean, I wrote it before the tragic news, but while most people would no doubt be fine with it, there are the odd few who might have a problem, which is completely understandable. So...No. Not doing it.

So! Now I'm gonna attempt to condense a few years into just a paragraph or two. Think Spongebob and his "Eight years later," except in this instance, it's five years.

Wow...trying to explain "Oh yeah, so Bas graduated Columbia Law School Summa Cum Laude, then ignored his dad's wish for him to join him in his legal practice, became a legal tech startup Entrepreneur, advocates along with Blaine in a foundation they started up for LGBTQ+ rights, helping those who are LGBTQ+ to navigate (and in some cases, help to fund), the often tricky path they are on, following coming out," in a sentence or two, apparently wasn't achievable. Sorry!

Saying in addition to that, "So Bas is now a global runaway success story," seems trite, but you get the gist of it, I hope. He is on top of his game, and is based in Paris.

Blaine... Ah well. Blaine was discovered by a record producer when playing some dive to get extra cash, before he graduated Tisch. He is also now a runaway, global success story. The latest Pop "It-Boy," in fact. Blaine is on a world tour while, as I said, Bas is based in Paris. They are a force to be reckoned with. A veritable Power Couple, in fact.

Bas surprises Blaine (shocks him into a stunned silence, more like!) with a very romantic, (but still showing his patented snark), proposal at his elder sister's restaurant, that he has been planning for the previous six months, when Blaine, right after gigging in London for two nights one weekend, flies to Paris to see him. He of course says yes!

Obviously a lot more happened in the interim, but for now just try to fill in the gaps and some day, I'll post their story in full.

They are both currently on the covers of many magazines. Before Bas and Blaine got together while in college, Bas was still his old self. Preferring transient flings and one night hook-ups to anything concrete, and he subsequently built up quite a reputation as a Playboy.

Their engagement therefore, shocks the world (which our boys are more than a tad put out by, given they have been exclusively together for several years, at this point), so they are currently dominating the talk show circuit in an attempt to dispel the rumours that have emerged about Bas still being promiscuous. There are two more Power Couple graphics after this one, and I'll post them as soon as this one is up.

******

So there you have it, and yes, if you have seen my first post and video grid from Monday, you will know exactly what is coming up on Friday for our beautiful boys...who are in fact, men, now. No longer boys, but still just as beautiful. Not to mention, I had to talk about it further up the page, to explain the lack of part two of my ficlet. But I can't wait to tell you more on Friday - Dalton Day!

@seblaineaffairs

[thefledglingdm]

Can i ask a ficlet or fic with ben and bea? Anything 😭 i just miss those two

YES HELLO I AM HERE!!!! i have it posted here!!!! please see below the cut, and I’ll add it to the there’s a skirmish of wit between them post on ao3 as well!!

note: this is a goofy sort of meet-cute au inspired by my own life and relationship with my pet. this will make more sense. i hope this is okay!!

hang me in a bottle like a cat

Ben did not give two thoughts about it when his neighbors moved out of the apartment complex. He was never particularly close to the couple, or any of his neighbors, really. Who even talked to their neighbors anymore? No one went over to say welcome to the building or ask to borrow a cup of sugar anymore. And since this building featured in-unit laundry, Ben never needed to interact with people beyond a brisk nod passing on the stairs or at the mailboxes. And that was exactly the life he preferred. He kept to himself and his one-bedroom apartment and his engineering job in downtown San Francisco, and that was exactly what he wanted.

In fact, Ben had not even noticed the inhabitants in the two-bedroom next door changed until he checked his mail one Tuesday afternoon and saw that the battered mail tag for apartment 310 had changed. The new tag simply read, Stratford, H/ Stratford, B.

Huh, Ben thought. Neat.

That was the most thought he put into his new neighbors until Friday. Ben was sitting on his couch, phone in one hand and beer in the other, Netflix on in the background. He was not paying real attention to anything at all, really, which was why he jumped where there was a sudden crashing sound through the wall.

And dimly, Ben heard a woman’s voice lamenting, “Oh, you stupid little bastard.”

Ben furrowed his brow at the sound, listening to hear if there would be any more. There wasn’t. Shaking his lip with a bemused little smile on his face, Ben returned to his phone.

Ben assumed that the odd outburst through the walls would be a one-time thing. But clearly he overestimated the thickness of the walls in his building, or he underestimated the temper of his new neighbors.

Every now and then, Ben heard the noise through the wall: loud, uninhibited laughter; the shifting of different furniture being assembled or rearranged; the odd fire alarm dinging off, always accompanied by some kind of loud swear.

And every now and then, Ben would hear that voice again.

“Out of my way, you tiny bastard man, if I trip over you I am going to push you out the window.”

“Dinner time, dinner time, dinner time! Will you eat this? I don’t care if you like it or not! You’ll eat it and like it!”

“Get a job, you fucking freeloader. Pay your rent. Pull your own weight around here for once.”

“No. No. No. This is mine. I’m not sharing. Fuck off. I hate you. Fine, one kiss.”

“Back, back, back – no! Move! You know you’re not allowed outside!”

It was like living with a strange, cranky ghost that swore like a sailor. And had a mean streak.

Most nights, it was actually rather funny. But as time went on, he started to grow a bit concerned. Whoever his new neighbors were, they sounded like they had a… contentious relationship. One full of arguing and insults and exasperated affection.

Ben knew that his neighbors’ lives weren’t any of his business. But he had to admit he was deeply curious. And with the occasional crash and shout, he wondered if he ought to pop by. Check in. Greet the new neighbors, after all. His mother would probably give him her standard amused, slightly disappointed look if he revealed that he had still not said hello or welcome to his new neighbors since they moved in over two months ago.

The tipping point finally came, as Ben knew it must. He had just arrived home from work, a few hours later than usual on a Friday night. He’d had a project to finish up, and the rest of the office was barely helping. So it was almost eight o’clock in the evening as Ben made his way up the stairs, keys in one hand and loosening his tie with the other. He was just about to open his front door when a sudden clattering of dishes made him jump.

“No – dammit, you little shit – you know you’re not allowed in the kitchen! Get out! I will feed you! Move, you stupid asshole!”

Ben looked longingly at his door. Then he sighed, taking the five steps to the neighboring door. He lifted a fist, rapping his knuckles against the door.

Immediately, that same voice called: “One second! Shit, no, move - c’mere -”

The door chain rattled, the deadbolt turned. The door opened. And Ben came face-to-face with his neighbor. He opened his mouth. Forgot how words worked.

Because – oh, wow. The woman had a heart-shaped face, strong features, long, dark auburn hair, hazel eyes. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks like stars. She was a bit shorter than him, curvy, wearing a soft, faded Star Wars t-shirt with the collar cut so that the oversized shirt drooped down one shoulder. In her arms was a very large, very fluffy orange cat with perhaps the largest and most vacant eyes Ben had ever seen.

Oh. A cat. A cat.

A lot of things made sense now.

“Um, hi, did you need something?” The Most Beautiful Woman Ben Had Ever Seen asked, cutting off Ben’s train of thought.

“Oh, no,” Ben said. The woman raised an eyebrow, looking distinctly unimpressed. He quickly amended, “Well, I live next door, in three-oh-eight, and I, uh, I’ve heard you? Yelling? And I wanted to check in, see if you were okay, but.” He flapped a hand in the girl’s general direction, his limbs feeling oddly boneless. “The cat. You have a cat. Makes sense.”

“You heard – oh, my God,” the woman said, her expression going from borderline suspicious to confused to mortified. She had absolutely no poker face, and Ben found that observation indescribably charming. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, I had no idea the walls were so thin, I’m so sorry I’ve been bothering you –”

“You didn’t bother me,” Ben interrupted, which he knew was rude, but he felt even worse watching this adorable woman blush in embarrassment. “I mean, it was. Funny? But I just. I wanted to check in? And, uh, say hi. Since we’re neighbors.”

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but then there was another voice in the apartment. “Bea? Who’s at the door?”

The woman – Bea – stepped aside as a smaller, more petite woman stepped into the doorway. Her blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail at the top of her head. She eyed Ben with a blue-eyed stare. Then she peeked up at Bea. “A gentleman caller, Bea? Scandalous.”

Well, that was their relationship explained in two sentences. Ben watched the two sisters as Bea glared down at the younger woman. “Of course not, Hero. This is our neighbor…” She frowned at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Oh, no,” Ben agreed. It took him a second to realize, oh, she was asking the strange man at her door to introduce himself. An extremely reasonable request. Yes, Ben would love to drop through the floor right about now. “Uh. Ben. Ben Montounto. And I have intruded on your night long enough. So I am going to…” Face-plant into my couch, throw a blanket over my head, and hide for the rest of my life.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” The blonde woman, Hero, suddenly asked. Her sister tried to open her mouth, but she plowed on over anything she might have said. “Since we’ve apparently been bothering you for the past few weeks without even knowing it. An apology. Bea’s a… cook.”

Bea cut her sister with a glare. Ben tried to bite back a laugh, and he mostly succeeded until Bea turned her affronted hazel-eyed gaze on him. Oh, she was adorable.

“I don’t want to intrude,” Ben said honestly. He stepped back. Bea held his gaze.

“It’s not intruding if we invited you,” she pointed out bluntly.

“Oh, so now it’s ‘we?’” Ben asked. Bea lifted her chin slightly, refusing to back down even as her cheeks pinked slightly.

“Well, I didn’t stutter,” Bea replied archly, and she stepped aside to invite Ben into her apartment. It had the same layout as his own, just flipped and mirrored, with an extra bedroom attached. He carefully sat on the couch, sitting awkwardly straight up.

“D’you want anything to drink?” Hero asked, poking her head into the fridge as Bea returned to the stove. “We have water, seltzer, beer –”

“– Terrible wine, move, you little monster,” Bea said to the orange cat winding around her ankles. Now that he was here to see it in person, Ben could see the smile on Bea’s face as she cooed down at the cat. He could also hear the pet mrowl back up at her, green eyes wide and guileless. Ben dimly wondered if he would even hear the Wii homepage music echoing in the cat’s head, or if the poor little thing lacked even that.

“Seltzer is fine, thanks,” Ben said. He already felt awkward enough sitting in a strangers’ living room; drinking their alcohol was just several steps too far. Just as he was getting set to leap to his feet and sprint to his apartment, a loud mewl made him look down.

“Hello, lad,” Ben greeted the orange cat, holding out a hand for the pet to sniff. “What’s your name?”

“Tony.” Bea set a can on a coaster in front of him and sat on the other side of the couch, leaving a careful full cushion of space between them.

“Tony, hmm?” Ben replied, still speaking to the cat. “Talented wee thing, aren’t you? You can talk and everything.”

He heard Bea stifle a laugh. “He’s a rescue from a local shelter, so he’s still getting used to people. He takes a bit to warm up –”

Bea’s sentence trailed off when Tony suddenly leapt up to land on his lap. He circled around for a few moments, orange cur catching on the material of Ben’s slacks, before plopping himself into a furry puddle. Ben automatically ran his knuckles under the cat’s chin, and the cat closed his eyes and tilted his head back happily. He started purring, long, loud, and low, like a running engine or a motorboat.

Ben looked at Bea. Her mouth was hanging open, insulted. He felt himself grinning. “You were saying?”

“Shut up,” Bea snapped back automatically, though there was no anger behind the phrase. Ben laughed aloud.

“This is such bullshit,” Bea said, pointing at the cat. “He’s been with us for like, two months, and he still never sits on my lap? Hero’s, occasionally, but never mine. You’re an asshole, you know that?”

The latter sentence was addressed to the cat. Ben lightly scratched his nails behind the cat’s ears, and Tony shoved his head into the pressure. The purring only grew louder. Ben watched Bea scowl playfully at the cat, dark brows furrowing and cheeks going pink when she blew a raspberry at the cat.

Adorable. Utterly adorable. Ben could not believe he had shared a wall with this woman for two months. He knew nothing about her, about her job or her life or where she was from or her history or how she took her coffee or her favorite shows or movies or colors. All he knew was she was beautiful, and sassy, and she lived with her sister, and she loved her cat, and she swore like a sailor, and she had freckles dotting over her shoulders as well as her cheeks.

He did not want to lose any more time.

“You know,” Ben started, keeping his gaze on the cat. Don’t be weird. Don’t come on too strong. “Cats are supposed to good judges of character.”

He met Bea’s gaze. To his relief, she did not look like she was about to toss him out of her apartment. No, Bea Stratford met his gaze with a smirk and a challenging glint in her eyes.

“I’ve heard that, but I still prefer to conduct my own research. So, Ben Montounto.” She angled herself toward him, supporting her chin with the arm she propped over the back of the couch, and raised her chin.

“Tell me about yourself.”

[ellorypurebloodculture]

For FSFS if it's still open:

Anything with Marcus Flint? I love how you write him so much! And the whole concept of house Flint is so interesting. Maybe fem! Marcus?

Thank you for your writing 💛

I've never written female!Marcus before. So, naturally, now that the idea has been put in my head, I had to pick this one next. ❤️

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Heiress Marcella Flint genuinely and truly believes that no one will ever want to bond with her; she's brilliant on a broom, a superb dueller, and excellent at estate management, but she's also very tall for a witch, much more muscular than most wizards in Avalon, and describing her face as "plain" instead of "ugly" would be a generous kindness.

Most magicals consider an appealing physical appearance to be in the top three most important traits when seeking someone with whom to bond, so ... she keeps her expectations realistic, in the hope it'll stave off the worst of the heartache that only deepens with each new engagement announcement in the Daily Prophet when she's never once received a single offer for a preliminary Courtship Date.

So, when Heir Blaise Zabini approaches her at Pomegranate as the cafe is about to close, and extends a Bouquet of Intent to her, Marcella jams the tip of her wand in his throat before he can even speak a word and hisses, "I don't care who dared you to do this, or what bet you lost, Zabini, but if you think I'll let you humiliate me like this, it's the last thing you'll ever think in this life."

Blaise leans closer, not even flinching as her wand digs more deeply into his skin, and says with a smirk, "Zabinis have always been attracted to lethality above all else, Heiress Flint, and I've never met a more dangerous magical than you; I'll offer whatever vow you want to prove my sincerity."

The ice Marcella has spent a lifetime packing around her heart cracks clear through, and only time will tell if that weakness will destroy her utterly or save her from her lonely prison.

[hope-for-olicity]

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - March 8th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog. I special Happy Birthday today to one of my favourite writers @wherethereissmoak!

When I'm With You - Barely Breathing multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - ARROW AU - The prodigal son returns! After five years...away, because Felicity knows he wasn't on that island all the time, Oliver finally finds his way home. Her feelings for him are as strong as ever, but there's something about him that isn't quite right, and she can't seem to figure out what it is that he's hiding from her. (Part 3 of the 'When I'm WIth You'-Series) http://archiveofourown.org/works/4874542/chapters/11175277

If I Tremble multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - A collection of prompts and ficlets, with all the smut! Olicity sexy times are the best times. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15409122/chapters/35762643

You Wouldn't Dare (post-7x13) by @dust2dust34 - Felicity has some thoughts about Oliver keeping his hair so short. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15714660/chapters/42431558

Everything That Isn't Me by @juvinadelgreko - Oliver still hasn’t truly let go of his time in prison, or rather, it hasn’t let go of him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17968460

(Freaky Friday) Things Ain't Goin' My Way multi-chapter WIP by @felicityollies - what happens when you mix an ancient textbook, an angry hacker, and an equally angry vigilante? Short answer: nothing good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6496711/chapters/14871091

Mutual Release multi-chapter Complete by @dust2dust34 - Set in Season 2.5. Mutual frustration leads to other mutual things. https://archiveofourown.org/works/4090495/chapters/9213292

Run to the Water multi-chapter Complete by @someonesaidcake - The year is 1912, Oliver was 9 and far too old to be babysitting that nonsensical girl Felicity whose parents owned the cattle ranch where his parents worked and lived, but she won him over with oat and raisin biscuits and soon became his little blonde sidekick...with a completely unrequited crush on him. Years later she returns from boarding school and more than bush fires ignite in the changing times.... https://archiveofourown.org/works/7455738/chapters/16942293

P.S. Hong Kong: Was it Real?!? multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue for Olicity trope-tastic award: Fake Marriage - This is off season 3 Flashbacks. When Tommy goes to Hong Kong he doesn’t go alone he takes his friend Felicity as the best information system being to help him locate Oliver Queen. Tommy may leave empty handed but Felicity gets to be a bride… https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025697/chapters/34832747

Do You Remember multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Eight years after Oliver and Felicity became teenage parents, they have everything they could have ever hoped for and more. They have a good life in a nice house. Their marriage is happy, and a second baby is on its way. The calm they have settled in is interrupted abruptly when a stalker starts terrorizing Felicity. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17409059/chapters/40978307

The Fan multi-chapter WIP by @leuska - For the past couple of months, Felicity Smoak, previous child star known to the world through her alter ego Lisy the Tech Whiz, who ended her career and her growing popularity at the age of thirteen rather abruptly, has sporadically received disturbing notes and gifts in her mail. Police believe the notes to be just little tokens of appreciation by a former fan. Despite having left the spotlight over a decade ago and living in anonymity since, the fan mail keeps coming, increasing in frequency as well as intensity. The last drop is when Felicity receives another letter with a love note. A scary, ominous note. A note written in human blood.FBI director Amanda Waller tasks her best Agent to the case. Oliver Queen, a criminal profiler, is currently working on a special task force formed between SCPD and FBI to catch a man dubbed the Start City Slasher, who has murdered at least three young women in the past nine months. Agent Queen is not thrilled with the prospect of holding a former princess’ hand through her problem with a simple stalker while a serial killer is still at large. However, once meeting her, Oliver finds there is nothing easy or simple about Felicity Smoak as their worlds start to intertwine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17726573/chapters/41820368

(Don't) Let Me Go multi-chapter WIP by @emmilynestill - Felicity told him to let her go, but even when Oliver tried, it didn’t seem to be something he was capable of. In the end, there would be nothing in the world Felicity was more grateful for. Weaving in and out of the final four episodes of Season 5 and beyond, follow Oliver and Felicity’s emotional journey back to one another, one step at a time. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11591223/chapters/26051715

See, I Did My Research multi-chapter Complete by @icannotbelieveiamhere - This is a follow up to my most recent story “Surprise Children”. Barry follows up on Oliver’s request. Part 1: https://icannotbelieveiamhere.tumblr.com/post/183213912396/part-1-of-see-i-did-my-research Part 2: https://icannotbelieveiamhere.tumblr.com/post/183263924356/part-2-final-of-see-i-did-my-research

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

Arrow Out of Context multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - "So, ‘stay away’ is what you’re saying” https://archiveofourown.org/works/14957309/chapters/42560549

Hear Anything? (Post 7x14) by @dust2dust34 - Oliver and Felicity lounge in bed after she tells him the big news. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15714660/chapters/42608909

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

Re-Airrow 2x19 by @lostolicityscenes - A short scene furthering the animosity between Felicity and Isabel Rochev. It takes place before the events of the episode. https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/183273473866/re-airrow-2x19

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951 With the Speed of an Arrow multi-chapter WIP by @academyofshipping - Oliver Queen’s elite and silver-spoon life has taken some blows in the past few years, but he is still the carefree billionaire everyone knows of and loves. When his role in the family business is in jeopardy and he is introduced to a motley of new people, his status quo is threatened. With a changed perspective, Oliver realizes his feeling for his best friend and anchor-in-life, Felicity Smoak, may be more than just platonic. OR A modern adaption of Jane Austen’s Emma with a gender swap* and no island. *Knowing that gender is not binary https://archiveofourown.org/works/16559846/chapters/38799857

// @emmaamelia95 // @mel-loves-all // @oliverfel4 // @green-arrows-of-karamel // @coal000 // @miriam1779 // @memcjo// @captainolicitysbedroom // @tdgal1 // @spaztronautwriter // @lalawo1// @quiveringbunny // @wrongshipper // @thebookjumper // @vaelisamaza // @myhauntedblacksoul // @lovelycssefan // @laurabelle2930 // 

[thelastspeecher]

A Change in the Recipe

Last Friday, I did another of what I call “choose your own fic-venture” streams.  Basically, I have the start of a scene written out and give three options for how the scene should continue, and the chat votes on which option I go with.  And I do other votes when I feel that the scene could progress different ways.  

This time around, chat voted four times on how I would write the scene, from my Bakery AU.  Specifically, this is the scene taking place directly after this ficlet, in which Ford finds out his twin works in a bakery and has two kids.  Thanks again to everyone who stopped by!  It was a lot of fun!

Shout-out to @nour386 for the title suggestion!  Thank you for it!

              “How did you end up here?” Ford asked.

              “Long story.”  Stan began to wipe down the counter, his eyes stormy from memory.  “When I got kicked out, I spiraled, ended up with a rap sheet a mile long, and was on my way to gettin’ a pair of concrete shoes.  But then I tried to steal cupcakes from this bakery. Lute caught me, but he and Angie didn’t call the cops.”  Stan’s expression softened.  “They’re good people.  Too good for someone like me.”  Ford looked away, pretending to be interested in a case of fancy cupcakes.  The name “Danny” caught his eye.  He peered more closely.

              “Is- is there a cupcake named after your daughter in here?” he asked.

              “Yeah.  Daisy’s got one named after her, too.  Customers eat that shit up.”

              “I take it you were holding your daughter earlier to get people to buy more treats?” Ford asked.  “Playing the sympathy card?”

              “No.  She’s good at playing the cute card, too.  Cuteness is what makes or breaks bakeries like this, Poindexter.”

              “I suppose their usefulness to the bakery was an upside to having children without being married,” Ford said idly, continuing to examine the cupcakes on display.

              “Asshole.”  Ford’s head whipped around.  Stan was glaring at him.  “Things got tight when I knocked Angie up.  Things got tighter when we found out that it was twins.  Sometimes, I have my kids with me when I’m working.  Customers buy more when they see that we’re a ‘family business’.”  Stan made air quotes around the last two words.  “But I didn’t have ‘em to sell more cookies.  They- they weren’t even planned.”  Ford opened his mouth.  “Are you happy now?  Now you know my daughters were an accident?”

              “I- I wasn’t-” Ford started.

              “And I like showing ‘em off,” Stan continued, ignoring Ford.  “My daughters are the best babies in the entire goddamn world.  I want people to see ‘em.  I want to spend time with ‘em.”  Stan’s voice broke mid-sentence.  He looked away.  “I don’t get to spend as much time with ‘em as I want, since I gotta work to keep a roof over their heads.  So, yeah, I drag Danny or Daisy down here when the bakery’s not too busy, and I get- I get to watch them do all the adorable shit that they’re so good at.”

              “Why can’t you just have them down here the entire work day?” Ford asked.

              “They need to nap, and eat, and have their diapers changed,” Stan said, resuming his wiping down of the counter.  He cleared his throat.  “And if there’s more than five customers in here, we have to decide whether it’s all right for the girls.  They get overwhelmed.  So most of the day, they can’t be down here, ‘cause of all the customers.  Which- that’s good.  But it also means Danny and Daisy have to stay upstairs.”  Stan looked at the door that led to the upstairs, a wistful expression on his face.  

              He misses his daughters, and they’re literally in the same building.

              “I wasn’t trying to imply that you had children for the purpose of helping the bakery succeed,” Ford said.  “I was just-”  Ford sighed. “Like Fiddleford says, I wasn’t being very tactful.”  Stan grunted. “My apologies.”  Stan stared at him.

              “Where did you learn to apologize?” Stan asked.

              “Fiddleford.”

              “Figures.”  Stan tossed the rag he was using underneath the counter.  “Lute and Angie made me learn manners and shit like that, even before I moved in.”

              “Did you move in before or after you started dating Angie?”

              “Before.”  Before Ford could follow up his question, the bell over the bakery’s front door jingled.  Stan looked over Ford’s shoulder at the person that had just walked in.  He grimaced.  “Here we go,” he muttered under his breath.  He cleared his throat.  “Uh, hey, Fidds.”  Ford turned his head.  Fiddleford stood in the doorway, frowning with a severity that he typically reserved for Ford’s most flagrant breeches of lab safety.  “How was the conference?”

              “It’s only the first day, but so far, good,” Fiddleford said in a clipped voice. He stepped fully into the bakery. The door closed behind him. “Why’s the sign still say the bakery’s open?  I thought they closed by now.”

              “I was gonna close up, but Ford came in and threw me off,” Stan said. Fiddleford pursed his lips and flipped the sign around.  “Thanks.”

              “No problem.”  Fiddleford switched from crossing his arms to putting his hands on his hips.  Ford raised an eyebrow.

              Wow.  He really is angry. Ford glanced at Stan.  Stan looked nervous.  Stan must know that pose as well.

              “Look, Fiddleford, I know you’re upset that I got Angie pregnant before we got married-” Stan started, apparently deciding to get out in front of the argument.  Fiddleford waved a hand.

              “That’s not what I’m angry about,” he said.  Stan blinked.

              “It’s not?”

              “No.  You and Angie were serious fer a long time, and engaged on top of it.”

              “Bassett-”

              “Uncle Bassett’s traditional.  He wanted ya to have a courthouse weddin’, sure.  But I understand why ya wanted to wait until ya could properly celebrate.”  Fiddleford narrowed his eyes.  “What I’m miffed ‘bout is that I haven’t seen my nieces yet.  And they’re six months old!  Why wasn’t I invited to see ‘em until now?”

              “Y- you were busy,” Stan stammered.  “Angie didn’t wanna bother you-”

              “Oh, please.  I could’ve taken a couple days off to visit.  But I didn’t get a single invitation, and didn’t even find out they were born until two days after it happened!”

              “In my defense, I was sleep-deprived.  I couldn’t remember all of Angie’s siblings,” Stan said. Fiddleford huffed.  He crossed his arms again.

              “Fine.  With twins, I s’ppose that makes some sense.”  Fiddleford changed his attention from Stan to Ford.  His frown switched from anger to bemusement.  “Hang on.  What’s goin’ on here?”

              “Your future brother-in-law is my twin brother,” Ford answered. Fiddleford’s eyes widened.

              “The same one ya had a falling out with?”

              “Did Ford tell you he had more than one twin?” Stan asked.  Fiddleford glowered at him.

              “I ain’t done bein’ peeved with ya,” Fiddleford said firmly.  Stan rolled his eyes.  “Yer not helpin’ yer case.”

              “Eh.  Now that I know the real reason you were pissed, I’m not that worried,” Stan said with a shrug.

              The door behind the counter opened.  Lute poked his head out.

              “Stan?  Angie’s askin’ fer ya,” Lute said.  Stan nodded.

              “On my way up.”

              “Lute Everett McGucket!” Fiddleford thundered.  Lute paled.  He closed the door.  The sound of his footsteps hurried upstairs.  “Oh no, ya don’t get to run away from yer problems!”  Fiddleford strode over, lifted the flip-up counter, and followed Lute up the stairs.  Stan chuckled.

              “Lute’s gonna get it.”

              “You’re a father.  Shouldn’t you be a bit more mature?” Ford asked.  Stan scoffed.

              “Even if I’m only as mature as a six-year-old, that’s still older than my kids. I’ve got plenty of time to grow up before it becomes a problem.”  He opened the door that Fiddleford had slammed closed in his rush upstairs. “You gonna come up and meet Angie and Daisy?”  A strange look crossed Stan’s face.  “…I think you’ll like Daisy.”

              “She is my niece.  I have no doubts that I’ll like her,” Ford said.  Stan shrugged.

              “I mean, it’s pretty much impossible to not like either of the girls.” With that, he went upstairs.  Ford followed.  The wooden steps they trudged up creaked slightly under their weight. Ford silently noted the pictures hung on the walls of the McGucket family.  He paused at one of Stan, Angie, and Lute apparently selling baked goods at some sort of festival.  All three were beaming broadly.

              And proudly.  I haven’t seen Stan that proud about something since…  Ford thought back to the hours he and Stan spent on the Stan O’War. A melancholic feeling settled in his chest.  Stan cleared his throat.  Ford looked over.  Stan was at the top of the stairs.  He gestured for Ford to come up.  Ford quickly finished going upstairs.  He looked around.  They had arrived in what appeared to be a living room.  A young woman was stretched out on a gray patterned couch, fast asleep. Lute stood near the couch, holding the daughter that Stan had introduced Ford to.  Fiddleford was eagerly cooing over the infant, playing with her hands.

              “Aw, what a cutie!  An absolute sugar-cube.  I could just eat yer lil fingers ‘n toesies all up!”  Fiddleford kissed his niece’s fingers.  The baby stared at him with wide eyes, like she couldn’t believe Fiddleford had just done that.  Loud crying suddenly emitted over a baby monitor resting on an end table near the couch. The woman on the couch groaned and got up.  “It’s okay, Angie,” Fiddleford said.  Angie squinted at him.

              “Fidds?  When did you get here?”

              “Not that long ago.  But like I said, it’s okay.  I’ll get her.”

              “Mmkay,” Angie mumbled.  Fiddleford left the room.  Angie began to lay back down.  Stan cleared his throat.  Angie sighed heavily.  She looked over where Stan and Ford were standing.  Her eyes skipped over Ford initially, before coming back to him. Her jaw dropped open.  “Either sleep deprivation is makin’ me see double, or…”

              “This is my twin brother,” Stan said.  “Ford.”  Angie’s face cycled through a series of emotions, before settling on ambivalence.

              “…All right,” she said after a moment.  Stan frowned.

              “That’s it?” he asked.  Angie nodded. “Last time I talked about Ford, you said you had ‘harsh words for him’.”

              “I’m too tired to have harsh words fer anyone,” Angie said firmly. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Just tell him to be nice to the girls, and that if he so much as implies they aren’t perfect lil angels, I’ll toss him out on his ear.”  Stan turned to Ford.

              “You heard the lady, Sixer.”

              “I wouldn’t dream of insulting my nieces,” Ford protested.  Stan nodded.

              “Exactly.  Especially since Angie just threatened you with physical violence,” he said somberly. Ford looked over at Angie.  She was still sitting up, but had fallen back asleep.  Her oversized T-shirt (Is that Stan’s?) had slipped off one shoulder, her hair was a complete rat’s nest, and she was snoring quietly.

              “…I don’t know how much of a threat she poses,” Ford said quietly. Stan snorted.

              “Wait until she gets Delilah.  You’d change your tune fast.”

              “Delilah?” Ford queried.

              “Her fav’rite shotgun,” Fiddleford answered, walking back into the living room, holding an infant.

              “She has a shotgun?” Ford asked.  Lute, Fiddleford, and Stan all nodded.  “…Why?”

              “City slicker,” Lute muttered.  He sniffed the air experimentally.  “Oof.  Someone needs a change.”  Stan reached for his daughter.  Lute shook his head.  “It’s fine. I’ll take care of lil Danny.”  He strolled out of the room with his niece. Fiddleford walked over to Ford.

              “You should hold Daisy,” he said.  Ford eyed the infant being held by Fiddleford.

              “I’m not sure if-” he started.  Fiddleford shoved Daisy into Ford’s arms.

              “Take a look at her,” Fiddleford instructed.  Ford looked down.  Daisy eagerly reached for him with outstretched hands.  His eyes widened.  One of Daisy’s hands had five minute fingers.  But her other hand…

              …She’s a polydactyl.  Tears began to prick the corners of Ford’s eyes. He wiped them away quickly.  She’s a polydactyl.  And her twin isn’t.  A hand rested on his shoulder.  He looked over.  Fiddleford smiled at him warmly.

              “Thought you’d like seein’ that,” he said quietly.  Ford nodded.

              “She’s…special,” he choked out.

              “Duh,” Stan said.  “She’s my kid.”  Ford nodded again.  “You know I’m never gonna let her feel bad about being a polydactyl, right?”

              “Yes.  I know. You’re better suited than anyone else for that task,” Ford said.  Stan grinned.

              “Doy.”

              “Lute owes me ten bucks,” Angie said from the couch.  Everyone looked over at her.  She had woken up at some point.  “I told him that if Ford ever showed up, the easiest way to get him to soften ‘n open up would be showin’ him the girls.”  She rolled her eyes.  “He thought it would be gettin’ the two of ya to sit down and talk.  I swear, sometimes it’s like he doesn’t know ya at all, Stan.”

              “Yeah, that was way too optimistic,” Stan agreed.  He eyed Ford.  “If- if you don’t wanna hold Daisy, you don’t have to.”

              “Now that I’m holding her, I don’t mind that much,” Ford said.  “She’s quite sweet.”

              “Not fer long,” Angie said quietly.  As if on cue, Daisy began to wail.  Ford winced at his niece’s loud cries.

              “What- what do- how-” he stammered.

              “I’m on it,” Stan said, removing Daisy from Ford’s arms.  “She’s hungry.”  He exited the room, taking the same route that Lute had earlier.  Ford looked at Angie.

              “Stan’s quite the doting father, isn’t he?” he asked.  Angie nodded.  Ford placed his hands behind his back.  “Good. Speaking from experience, it’s difficult to grow up…different.”  Angie raised an eyebrow.

              “Don’t worry.  Yer not the only one in this room who got picked on fer bein’ ‘different’.”  She sketched air quotes around the word.  “No one’s goin’ to mess with my daughters and get away with it.”  She yawned widely.

              “Yes.  Stan told me about Delilah.  Between your shotgun and Stan’s, ah, inherent aggression, Danica and Daisy will be fine.” Angie snorted softly.

              “‘Inherent aggression’.  Lord. Stan was right.  You are a nerd.”

[amassingeffect]

Ficlet Prompt Friday: J-E-L-L-O - mReyder

@trajektoria asked for, “Reyes doing sth special for his boyfriend’s birthday (well, it’s Sara’s birthday too so maybe she can get something too)”. If you have the pet pyjack, Vetra makes a comment of “do you know how much I could have traded for that?” when Cora says it ate the chocolate. I was still thinking about that line when a kid in the grocery store started singing a ubiquitous song and got what she wanted. This is what happens.

In all honesty, Sara’s gift had been easier to get and she wasn’t the one Reyes was concerned about. A quick word to Keema had given him a slim volume on angaran history and that was that. With it all wrapped up and tucked under his arm, Sara was the one Ryder he didn’t have to worry about.

The small wrapped stack of four boxes in his hand didn’t seem like nearly enough. In his mind, Reyes knew the precise value of them. It had taken five backroom deals and a firefight at a pick-up point to get them. Traded to the right people, it would buy a small army and a mountainload of favours. These were rarer than angaran star-gems, than a genuinely nice word from Addison.

He paused in front of the door to Scott’s quarters, staring at the gift in his hand. Reyes Vidal was the sort for grand gestures. Showing up with just this…

The door slid open. “Reyes!”

Too late now, Scott stood framed in the doorway a smile on his face and the burble of voices coming from his quarters. He could just see Sara peering around the corner, looking at them both with that, “aren’t you two cute” smirk. Honestly, Reyes still didn’t know if it irked him or pleased him more.

“Glad I’m not too late.” Reyes came in, pressing a kiss to Scott’s cheek then the gift to his hand. “For you. Happy birthday, Scott.”

“Oh,” Sara sidled up. “What is it?”

“Not for you. But this is,” Reyes smoothly untucked the wrapped gift for her from under his arm. “Happy birthday, Ms Ryder.”

Scott chuckled as Sara went back to the small group of people, inspecting her gift with great curiosity and drawing others into the speculation. Reyes felt like the wrapped package Scott held was still burning a hole in his own hand. He nudged Scott, still smiling.

“Open it.”

Scott’s brow furrowed with a moment before he looked at his gift more closely. The wrapped paper, the neatly curled ribbon… the growing curiosity as he shook it by his ear.

“If you got me sand from Elaaden, I swear to god Reyes…” Scott trailed off.

“A box of sand for Christmas. You better act surprised.”

Scott laughed as he carefully unwrapped the box, eyes going wide as the white box with familiar red letters and the picture of a lemon and lime in the uppermost right-hand corner. The second box had dark purplish berries, the third with a strawberry and a kiwi slice and the last stood out like a sore thumb. A bright orange-red box with a small picture of an orange slice, pineapple wedge and a cherry.

“You got me Jello?” Scott stared at the boxes in his hand before he looked at Reyes. “You got me Jello!”

“I would have—”

Reyes didn’t even finish the sentence before Scott was kissing him. When they finally separated, Scott was grinning at him like Reyes had given him the world.

“I love lime Jello. Lemon-lime is even better.”

“Hm,” Reyes had to admit to a massive amount of relief and couldn’t stop his own smile. “What if I could track down pudding? Chocolate? Butterscotch?”

“Sara might propose marriage and there’s no way in hell I’m letting that happen.” Scott gave him a quick kiss again. “Thank you so much Reyes, I never thought I’d ever see Jello again.”

“I aim to please.” Reyes chuckled as Scott quickly started ferreting away boxes in his pants pockets. “Don’t want to share?”

“There isn’t nearly enough to go around,” Scott looked back at the guests still focused on Sara and her gift. “Later on.”

If there was one thing Reyes would fully admit, when Scott Ryder gave him That Wink along with That Smile, it would always make him blush. Tonight was no exception.

[onceuponaprincessworld]

CaptainSwan One-Two Shots Recs p.10

Hello CaptainSwan Fandom! I made a new list which contains some old, some new but all are amazing One & Two shots fics. Hope you enjoy!

If you are intrested you can find my other lists here.

One-shots

Tuesday, @swanandapirate

Every Tuesday, she’s there, working late with her son and every Tuesday so is he. He offers to keep Henry busy so she can finish her tasks, but neither of them would have expected that Henry would grow to think ‘Mr.Killian’ is his dad.

The Only One Who Didn't Know, @tnlph​

Emma and Killian squelch their office rivalry in favor of a "co-workers with benefits" relationship. It goes well, until one of them realizes it's more. (A very, very, very off interpretation of the secret dating trope.)

Secret Santa, @xemmaloveskillianx

Maybe the holidays aren’t so bad.

Prompt, @sotheylived

Killian and Emma are both thieves that work together but they have a maybe bank robbery gone bad in which one of them gets hurt with a happy ending?

Walking the Walk,  @shireness-says

Emma Swan is willing to do anything to get money to fund her self-defense classes. Well, anything but this.

Two Booksellers of Storybrooke, @spartanguard

Emma Swan has two problems: 1. Killian Jones, the annoying co-owner of the bookstore across the street from her own (just how many book shops did one small town need?); and 2. The fact that she may or may not be falling in love with the same Killian Jones. The course of true love never did run smooth, did it?

The Five Times Emma Said It Was Over and the One Time She Decided That Maybe It Wasn’t , @oncertwice

A CS modern AU in which Emma can't seem to stay away from Killian, her ex.

swordfight, @alexandralyman

little CS/CC ficlet for Captain Charming Friday. 

You Jump, I Jump, Jack, @belovedcreation  

Why does Emma Swan frequent Killian's diner? Three reasons: the coffee is outstanding, her son Henry insists it is the best breakfast spot, and Killian Jones has a really nice ass. (Gilmore Girls-inspired AU)

The True Story of CaptainKJ and EBostonLover, @darkoneliesdarkonetricks

Celebrity on a dating site AU - Killian, lead singer of famous band Captain Charming, accidentally ends up on a dating site where he matches with Emma. Texting and falling in love and confusion ensues.

For The Very First Time, @hooklineandswan

It seemed to be a splendid idea … to have her first time with her best friend. But when the first time turned out to be so much more than she expected she did the only thing she could do … she ran.

Two-shots

The Legend of Captain Killian Jones, @hollyethecurious

Cursed three hundred years ago to take on ghost form and haunt his family estate, Killian Jones receives a reprieve once every hundred years to take on corporeal form in order to try and break his curse.

A renowned restorationist, Emma Swan takes on the project of bringing the three hundred year old Jones Manor back to its former glory. A manor that is reportedly haunted by the notorious Captain Killian Jones. Good thing Emma doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Contact Light-p.2, @welllpthisishappening 

Emma Swan has never been one for big, overwhelming…anything. And as far as she’s concerned space is both big and overwhelming and just a bit terrifying because she’s fairly certain her connection to gravity is slightly tenuous when he glances in her direction. But that’s neither here nor there because she watches all his stupid space documentaries anyway and keeps letting him glance in her direction and, at some point, she learns the first words uttered by a human being on the moon. Contact light. It’s not common knowledge. That seems, almost, oddly appropriate now.

Operation Pirate Law - p.2, @hollyethecurious

All of Liam’s efforts to get his older brother together with the town Deputy are not having the desired effect. Maybe he needs to change tactics and find himself an accomplice? Fortunately, the Deputy’s son has the same idea, and together they put into action.

last call-p.2, @luscipher

Best friends (of sorts) turned lovers (of sorts) AU, just a short little two-shot filled with fluff, banter, and— dare I say it— a smidgen of crack.

but an orphan's an orphan,  emmaofmisthaven

Emma is seventeen when Ingrid gets Killian’s file, and she can see her adoptive mother is wary about this particular case. They haven’t fostered boys her age since Felix, and Emma isn’t very good at pretending she doesn’t know why. She does understand the logic behind that choice but – she’s not stupid, she knows better than to get attached to anyone staying in this house. Hell, she knows better than to get attached, period, because nothing about her life told her that, if she was given something, she could keep it. She’s still getting used to her bedroom being her bedroom, and she’s been living with Ingrid for years.

“What?” she tells Ingrid, when she’s reading the file. “You’re afraid I’m going to seduce him with my college applications and Harry Potter trivia?

I'll Never Get Over You (Getting Over Me), @amagicalship

 Of all the bars in the world, why did Emma have to walk into the same one that her ex-boyfriend Killian happens to be in? And what will happen when the green-eyed monster shows up too? 

Late Night Cooking Adventures with Emma Swan,  baseballandcupcakes

Emma Swan is pretty sure that 90% of the people she has met during her first week of college wouldn't last a minute if the cafeteria wasn't there to feed the drunk, hungover masses. But cafeterias (and drunks) have never sat well with her, which is why she's cooking in the communal kitchen in her dorm at 11PM on a Friday night when she meets Killian Jones in the most unexpected of ways.

Accidents Happen, @singingisfun

Based on this prompt: I need a fic where Emma and Killian had an 'oops' baby, and years later, the same thing happened again.

feel a little rush (I think I’ve got a crush), @piratesails

He can appreciate the advancement that the internet has brought, a completely new language that it’s created with acronyms and shorter words per sentences that deliver precisely the same meanings. Wherein I’m going to die ilysm and omg wtf this man and CRYING are all appropriately positive expressions, and apparently only the beginning of the comments under his photo.

AU where high school lit teacher Killian Jones ends up on the hotdudesreading Instagram and is very confused by it all.

[melifair]

Prompts???

Hey guys, I'm getting ready to go to bed because I have an early day tomorrow at work... But I'm off Wednesday-Friday since my mom's surgery is Wednesday morning. I'm off Thursday and Friday to help her through those first few post op days. She's gonna be resting, so I'll have time to write up some ficlets to keep my mind from freaking out about her surgery and then just to get me back in writing mode :) So, I'm officially open for prompts! Send me some prompts and I'll write up some little five sentence ficlets! Maybe longer? We'll see how it goes! 😊