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Today's #FragmentFriday is LJS 438. The book is a collection of translations of Greek works in the traditions of Plato and Pythagoras, ca. 1475; parchment pastedowns are fragments from a large 14th-century theological manuscript.
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Omg so I’ve been mulling over this all day because it was such a privilege to be tagged my my idol @romirola to post my Fragment Friday! So here’s what I’m contributing, but it’s definitely just a rough draft! Thank you again Romi for this opportunity and I hope y’all enjoy!
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It wasn’t like David wasn’t the most attractive man in the room at any given time. Angel eyed the two alpha wolves conversing quietly from across the room, staring harder than they meant to. They had recognized the look that the other man was giving David a mile away, it was the same way they’d looked at him when they’d met. It was all smirks and flirting, even if they were probably just talking about pack stuff. It probably shouldn’t have bothered them as much as it did, but when you see someone use your own tactics on your man, it’s hard to miss. He was looking at David in the way only Angel was allowed to look at David. Their blood warmed.
Babe nudges their arm. “Hello, earth to Angel.”
Their gaze snaps around to their fellow wolf mate. “What? Sorry.”
Babe only laughs. “I said, What are you staring at?”
Angel steals another quick glance at David. Nothing had changed in those few seconds, but looking away brought on the thought that David might make an escape, or worse, that he’d leave with that other guy. “Nothing. Just watching.”
It wasn’t hard for Babe to recognize what was going on. “What? David and Cade?”
Angel nods, still not looking at them. “What do you think they’re talking about? It's been like five whole minutes.”
Babe laughs, nudging their arm to get Angel to look at them. “I don’t know, probably boring alpha stuff. Stuff we humans wouldn’t understand.”
Angel is grateful for their attempt to lighten the mood. As the only two human mates in the pack, the two of them stuck together often, which helped when their mates were the top two in command. It meant they hung out often when David and Asher had official Pack meetings or other organized events, which eventually led to the joke about them not understanding everything about the magical world and from them on it was their inside joke when things got confusing. This time though, it went beyond that, though they’d never admit that to Babe.
“I don’t know. It’s just weird, that’s all.”
As much as they appreciated their support, they knew Babe knew it didn’t really help. So instead, they called Asher over and whispered something in his ear that they didn’t hear. This event was meant to be a fun way to celebrate distant family, or so David had told them. He, as well as many in the pack, had family that lived in another pack up the coast of California. Though the size of the Shaw pack heavily outnumbered that of this visiting pack, their attitude about being here made them seem as if this was their land, their territory. Something about it seemed off, though Angel didn’t know what. David had said that it was just wolf culture when invited to other territories and that Angel didn’t need to worry.
Of course, Angel still worried.
And then Cade put his arm on David’s bicep. Angel’s eyes widened. Was he into it? Then he flexed for the guy! The act caught Angel completely by surprise, their mouth literally dropping open in reaction. Asher immediately nudged them in the arm.
“What’s going on over there?”
Angel didn’t look away, staring directly at where Cade’s hand met David’s bicep. “I don’t know, but I don’t like it.”
They stood quickly, calling out to David from across the room. Many of the room’s patrons stopped what they were doing to stare, and Angel immediately flushed from the action. David turned right around to look at them. Upon seeing them so flushed, he quickly excused himself from the conversation, and began making his way over to Angel. They should have been looking at their mate approaching, watching him come to them and let themselves feel relieved that he was there for them. But their eyes lingered on Cade, on the expression he made as he watched David walk towards them. His face had a bit of a pout, as if he was disappointed. But then his eyes fell lower, and immediately Angel knew what he was staring at.
And then he smirked.
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I’ll post the rest on Ao3 when it’s done!
#fragment Friday#redacted asmr#redacted david#redacted angel#redacted babe#redacted Asher#redacted Shaw pack#i love them#wip
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Fragment Friday
Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!
Tagged by @mallpretzles thank you love 🥰
Some of these are definitely... closer to fruition than others 😅
"Well, I know my husband will appreciate it." Her eyes widen and drop to his ring finger, and she turns bright red. He saves them both any further interaction by giving a little wave, and then turning on his heel and striding out the door.
"Trust me, I'm still trying to convince myself this is real. He's so hot, Rach. Like 'so far out of my league we're not even playing the same sport', hot.
Patrick has no idea what that means, but he laughs anyway. He can't help it, the man is enthralling. "While that does sound like an absolutely criminal offense, I was actually plotting the best way to get him to let me take the piano for a spin."
"Ah, yeah," Patrick does that thing where he rubs the back of his neck when he's nervous. "I kinda had a crush on David. I didn't realize it was a crush at the time? But, yeah. Big time."
Marcy is at the grocery store when her phone starts buzzing in her purse. She checks the caller ID, and answers immediately when she sees who it is.
Tagging @hippolotamus @wordthieve @legalgal421 @alysiswriting @mostlyinthemorning
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So, I discovered Taylor Swift’s song ‘Begin Again’ as a result of The Piano Guys (which is how I’ve been discovering a bit of pop music lately - either they mash it up with something classical, or they just do a piano+cello instrumental version. In this case they’ve done the latter and also a version featuring Megan Nicole and Alex Goot. (Both on their album The Piano Guys 2.)
Anyway, after listening to it multiple times, it sparked an idea for a Berena fic (loosely inspired by some of the lyrics) and it just hit 7k words (though it’s not finished yet).
So here’s a few hundred words for Fragment Friday (which is not a thing except when it is!):
Serena can’t help smiling as she sees Bernie across the café getting to her feet as Serena walks towards her. She has a rather old-fashioned, gentlemanly habit of doing such things, like pulling out Serena’s chair once she reaches their table and helping her into it. It makes Serena feel taken care of, in a way she never did with her ex, Robbie.
“What can I get you?” Bernie asks. “Besides your usual ‘medicinal’ pain au chocolat.” She smirks a bit at that, it remains their little inside joke, after Serena had once said she needed such a thing when they’d gone out to dinner the night before to a lovely little Italian restaurant with an extensive wine list.
She rolls her eyes at Bernie, then asks for a macchiato.
“Late night?” Bernie asks sympathetically.
Serena nods. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Okay. Back in a few minutes.” Bernie strides across to the counter and joins the mercifully short queue. They’ve worked out that this is the best time to come to the café to meet up as it’s in the lull between the workers coming in to caffeinate before they head off to start their days and the lunchtime rush.
Serena can’t help watching Bernie: she’s got legs that go on for days, a slim, athletic figure, and is one of the most caring and compassionate people she’s ever met. She’s also gay and Serena’s beginning to accept that she’s got a crush on the trauma surgeon, despite never having been more than friends with a woman before.
They had met in this café about six weeks ago, Serena had been enjoying doing some shopping on her day off when the heavens had opened and she’d slipped into The Hideout, amused by the name, and found herself in the queue behind Bernie Wolfe. The woman’s figure had caught her attention first of all, then her astonishing laugh in response to something the young woman at the till had said to her. Bernie had turned around a little too quickly in search of somewhere to sit, bumping into Serena and knocking one of her shopping bags to the floor. She’d blushed pink along her cheekbones, apologised in a flustered fashion, then got down on her hands and knees to pick up the spilled contents of Serena’s shopping bag, before handing it over with a less flustered apology. Serena had been instantly charmed by Bernie’s manner, accepted the apology, then suggested that the two of them sit together. Now they meet up once or twice a week, depending on their shift patterns and scheduled days off, since Bernie works in the ED over at St Mark’s hospital.
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Fragment Friday
Tagged by @romirola (thanks a lot :)) and I'm sorry, but I have literally nothing in the works for any asmr world, so I decided it would be a prime opportunity to share some minotaur shenanigans here.
Tagging @cottagecorexboy (give me that Gavin king, baby), @teasandcardigans @espressoth / @thedahliafiles (no one please feel obliged, obviously)
Minotaur's pancakes (another fragment, still sfw though)
On one especially cold day the minotaur hands them a long white cloth he fished from the back of the closet. The human stares at it dumbly.
“That’s a toga,” they aren’t sure if they’re asking or simply stating the facts.
“It is,” the minotaur confirms.
“I can’t wear this,” they lift their eyes at him.
“It’s too cold for a chiton, you should wear it.”
“I can’t wear a toga,” they repeat quieter, “I’m a slave.”
The minotaur makes an angry noise, takes a step closer and gently puts his large hands on their shoulders, while the human resists the urge to take a step back.
“You’re free,” he says firmly, “You’re a free person, do you understand?”
“Yes,” they nod, keeping eye contact with the beast the whole time.
“Will you wear the toga?”
“I don’t know how to put it on,” the human drops their eyes to the ground.
An expression resembling a smile graces his snout, “Let me help you.”
He puts them on a stool and starts slowly draping the fabric over and around them. He’s very concentrated and very careful – they feel like a precious marble statue at the hands of a talented sculptor. And he definitely looks at them accordingly.
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Ok so maybe fragment Friday turned into snippet Saturday but here we go!! I wrote a thing! And guess what! Not a Greer for miles!! (Tagged by @ejunkiet and @autisticempathydaemon)
Vampire Imperium Lasko?? Okay! Imma make it happen! This is essentially an AU to the AU and takes place well before Cataclysm but after my fic “An Unsettling Settlement”. Here’s the start:
He chose to call for a driver on this one.
Sure, rolling up to the Imperial Spire in his fancy silver import might impress a few lackeys and magistrates, but Lasko had an appointment with the King Imperial that morning, and he was not about to drive himself like some pauper.
The car pulled up under the covered side entryway for guests. A guard in black livery opened the door for him.
Damn right. Lasko sniffed. I should look into retraining my idiot campus Enforcers to hold doors for me so we can at least have the appearance of a civilized institution. Yes, we’ll add that to tomorrow’s meeting, he thought, texting his assistant to update the agenda.
He checked his reflection in the elaborate gold filigree mirror before entering the throne room.
Impeccable. As always. He smirked and admired his slate grey three-piece suit. He rarely wore ties in Imperial burgundy, but this was a special occasion. A little splash of red at the neck. Just that hint of civic pride for my good friend King Damien.
“President Moore is here, Your Imperial Majesty.”
“Send him in.”
Damien had chosen a finer throne than his mother but had relocated it to a smaller hall.
He doesn’t seem to have as many people wanting to talk to him anyway, poor thing. Good he has loyal subjects like me to back him up. “King Damien. Good to see you, sir. How can I serve the crown today?”
“Lasko. This won’t take long. We need to talk.”
My god, he’s tactless and immature! No wonder he has so many issues these days. Lasko righted his face, making sure he revealed none of his private thoughts.
“I’m replacing you.”
“Replacing me…in what way? I don’t understand.”
“You’re being deposed as president of the Imperial Academy. Today is your last official day.”
Lasko couldn’t tell if he had removed the air from the room or if he had just stopped breathing. “Ex— Excuse me, sir? What?! Why?”
“We have our reasons. Suffice it to say, I’ve learned of some…misuse of resources, and it’s not a good look for the Imperium right now.
That will be all. You’re dismissed.”
“Dismissed? I demand an explanation!” A gust of wind blew through the throne room.
“You ‘demand’?” Damien’s eyes flashed. So did two towers of flame to either side of his black marble chair. “You’re done here. And you’re done at that academy. I’ll send along one of my staff to oversee the transition to the interim president. Go.”
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A week later, Lasko still hadn’t sorted out what he would do. To be dismissed be the Crown itself… I’m even a tacky cliché: I’ll never work in this town—in this Imperium—again.
He sat before the fireplace in his house, tossing frame after frame onto the pyre. Degrees. Awards. Certificates of Merit. All of it ash and dust now. A whole career down the drain.
He sneered as the fire reminded him of his last view of King Damien. I don’t ever want to see the light of day again.
He clutched the arms of his chair pensively.
But I still want to live. I enjoy my life. My things. Pleasure. But I’ll never be able to associate with polite society again.
But what if the society I did associate with were a bit more savage? And what if I never saw the light of day again?
Just infinite nights.
He stood and smiled into the mirror over the mantle.
Immortality.
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It only took former President Moore 24 hours to conceive of his plan and find himself at the decrepit gates of Wonderworld.
And I’m gonna go ahead and tag @teafairywithabook and @beewithknee. You got snippets?? 👉👈🥰
#redacted asmr#redacted fanfic#snippet saturday#fragment friday#imperium Lasko#imperium damien#redacted lasko#redacted vampires
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Fragment Friday
Thanks for tagging me @mallpretzles 💛
Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!
There was something about David keeping Patrick tethered to this plane. Something beyond the deal they had made.
Because of his catastrophizing brain; he’d imagined the worst that could happen, and they’d ended up here all because of David and his stupid negative thoughts.
Patrick slid into the booth and immediately started chatting with Ted about sports while Alexis sighed at having her boyfriend’s attention taken away from her.
“That doesn’t feel like a community offer,” Stevie whispers, leaning a bit closer to Ruth.
“Ugh.” David groans, rolling out of bed. “I hate you.”
"You love me. You hate mornings."
tagging: @hippolotamus @rosebrewerj @treluna4 @wordthieve @celeritas2997
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Fragment Friday
Thanks for tagging me, @mostlyinthemorning
Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!
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Okay, I dug deep into my notes for these, and I’m not sure what’ll become anything. Also, they are too long, but if this is all you're getting, here, have the complete paragraphs:
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It will be okay in the end. If it isn’t okay, it isn’t the end. David hoped that meant, like, they’d be able to sort things out by the end of the week. Or month, maybe. Not that, like, Earth would be okay once the humans died out and moths the size of dinner plates and skyscraper ferns took over again.
II
When the others stopped for a moment to get their water bottles, Patrick had bolted for the hammock. He thought everyone would want to be there, and they’d end up fighting over it and flipping it, all of them landing in a pile of limbs and bruises. Instead, he found himself swaying alone for a moment, then suddenly joined by the birthday girl, pawing at his side impatiently until he picked her up and lay her facedown on his front. He remembered her laughter, her hot breath on his neck, her ponytail making his face itch, her sweaty back that he didn’t want to touch, but he had to so she wouldn’t slide right off of him and on to the ground.
III
“I don’t think I have any opinions on menopause, Mom.”
“Come on, David, you have opinions on everything.”
“What’s there to have an opinion on? It exists. Like climate change, or rabies. It’s not controversial."
IV
One of the best things about being a mother to a daughter is that you can talk to her about anything. That’s what Jocelyn had told Moira, anyway. Jocelyn herself didn’t have a daughter, but she taught a lot of daughters at her school and she knew their mothers. Also, Jocelyn watched a lot of Lifetime because it empowered women. Moira had been a daughter to a mother once, for a few decades even, but she didn’t remember them sharing a lot of secrets.
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She and David had gotten off to a rough start. He was born early, unexpectedly, before they’d bought a crib or picked out a name. Johnny had inked in the “David” on the birth certificate form and then left it by her bed. She was still groggy and unsure, even though he was a couple of days old. They had taken David to the NICU and then, a day later, to another hospital with a better NICU. Moira was left behind waiting for her blood pressure to go down, oscillating between two middle names. Her first acts of parenting, she thought, if she let herself think about it, were acts of failure. She failed to keep him safe inside her, she was not in attendance when he was packed up for the ambulance and driven off, and she forgot about the blank line on the paperwork. Johnny was the one who sat by David’s incubator and watched him breathe, encouraging him with stories and pets on his patchy dark hair. Moira thought of him as Johnny’s child, not really her own yet.
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That last one is more just my head canon than Moira's voice. <shrug>
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Tagging @mammameesh @rosebrewerj and @jamilas-pen
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fragment friday !!
@morgansplace had rqed me to write about vincent going to pick up flowers for his proposal to lovely! part one has already been posted, but we both liked the story so much i’m making a part 2!!! please take this 🙌
part 1!!
The last time Vincent had pulled up to Magic Bloom Florals, he was shaking, filled to the brim with nerves, and on the phone with his maker, William.
He had been proposing to Lovely, and he had been scared out of his mind.
Vincent didn’t think that they would say no, persay, but that didn’t make him any less nervous at the thought of asking for their hand in marriage! William, of course, had teased Vincent the entire time, joking about how much he’d changed and how he’s turned “from lovely’s boy to lovely’s man”. The memory made his cheeks slightly reddish, and a small smile bloomed on his lips.
He was now walking into Magic Bloom Florals, hand in hand with his fiance!
Vincent was certainly the luckiest guy in the world. The congratulations were certainly in order for the newly engaged couple after he had popped the question. There were many tears, many hugs, and many nights of Lovely going off on tangents about how excited they were for this. For their life together. Forever.
#redacted asmr#redacted lovely#redacted vincent#redacted fanfic#fragment friday#this is for u morgan!!!
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Today's #FragmentFriday is Ms. Codex 1101, an undated parchment fragment from a breviary, pulled over cardboard and used to bind a manuscript of historical prophecy, written in Austria ca. 1529. The parchment has darkened with age.
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Fragment Friday
Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!
Tagged by @apothecarose and @lizzie-bennetdarcy Thank You, loves 💙
Only five fragments? Does this game know how many WIPs I have lurking around???
Patrick almost doesn't hear David when he finally asks, “Why did you do that?”
“You mean hit Andy?”
David nods as if to ask 'shouldn’t it be obvious?'
*****
“Hi.” David greets him softly, with a touch of nerves, similar to the morning after their first kiss. Nearly the same and yet completely different. The reserved salutation isn’t the coy variety from the first boy Patrick kissed, rather the tentative kind from the man he inflicted heartbreak on.
*****
Agent Brewer was supposed to be a personal conquest, a challenge. There was no room for a next time. David took one look at the cocky sonofabitch and wanted to take him apart, ruin him. Just once. The flaw in his plan, the critical piece he chose to ignore, is that things so rarely go the way David wants.
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I never wished to revisit these moments, nor transcribe them. However, it is at Lucy’s insistence that I am reluctantly doing so. She seems to have this notion that it will help quell the ache, and perhaps ease the nightmares. Both the result of losing my beloved, the other half of my heart and soul.
It is of little consequence to you as the reader, I suppose, but I still feel it necessary to explain the arrangement Lucy and I have agreed upon. The conditions we choose to live with because of the circumstances we could not.
*****
“I mean, I guess it depends on the person.” Buck fidgets with the cuffs on his hoodie, adding more quietly, “I thought it was romantic actually.”
Eddie can sort of understand that, but it’s still an image of two skeletons. How could it be perceived as anything other than mildly grotesque?
It's now technically Saturday but WTH... tagging @stereopticons @shortsighted-owl @blackandwhiteandrose @vanillahigh00 @alysiswriting
#tag games#fragment friday#david rose#patrick brewer#david x patrick#patrick x david#soft sexy spy boys#just for alysiswriting#with a splash of high school au#and a dash of the olive branch#buck x eddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#historical au#eddie being emo about buck being emo about art#hippo writes
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Fragment Friday
Tagged by @hippolotamus and @celeritas2997 ! It’s no longer Friday and I’m in bed but I can’t sleep so here we are.
Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!
1) Patrick is sixteen years old the first time he kisses Rachel. Or really, the first time she kisses him. They’re at an end of the summer bonfire, just days before the start of Grade 11. They spent the summer as they have for years, attached at the hip, but something’s been different.
2) “I have to tell you something,” she finally says. Stevie certainly isn’t known for her cheerful demeanor, but there’s something in her tone that concerns Twyla.
“Okay,” Twyla replies slowly. “Should I be worried?”
“I don’t—I don’t know.”
Twyla sets a mug of coffee on the counter in front of Stevie, who takes it and gratefully wraps her hands around it.
“I got a text from David,” Stevie says after a while.
3) Maybe it was the town sign, declaring Schitt’s Creek as the place “Where everyone fits in!” which was encouraging. (It also declared, “Don’t worry, it’s his sister!” which was…concerning.) Maybe it was the fact that he had no plans when he got to Toronto, which terrified him, so when Ray offered him a job twenty minutes after meeting him, he couldn’t see a reason to say no.
4) “Oh, um, hi. Rebecca, right?” David says, twisting at his rings. Patrick catches his hand and takes it in his own, all too familiar with David’s anxious tell.
“So weird, right? It’s been what, five years?” Rebecca responds eagerly. “I didn’t know you were still living in the city.”
5) Stevie groans and collapses back onto her bed. This is impossible. This is why she spent so long avoiding being in an actual relationship. There’s just so much pressure. And she loves Ruth, which is new for her, and only makes this whole thing worse.
She allows herself exactly five minutes of panic and staring at the ceiling before she sits up and considers her options.
If you want to share your fragments, please consider this your tag!
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Since I just hit 15k words in my Taylor Swift-inspired Berena fic, here’s another Fragment Friday:
Bernie turns up at Serena’s a little before 10.30pm on New Year’s Eve, to her not so secret delight.
“Hello you,” she says fondly, daring to kiss Bernie’s cheek.
“Hi,” Bernie says, eyes bright. “I can’t believe I got away on time.”
Serena chuckles. “Neither can I, but I’m so glad that you did.”
“Me too.” Bernie steps across the threshold, then says, “You look very nice.”
“Thank you.” Serena can’t help doing a little spin, just to show off her dress, which she bought specially for this evening, despite not even knowing if Bernie would be able to make it.
“Gorgeous,” Bernie breathes, then ducks her head, almost as if she hadn’t intended to say that. She sets down the kitbag she’s carried in from her car, then proceeds to remove her hat, gloves, and scarf, slipping them into her coat pockets, before taking off her coat and boots.
“Oh,” Serena breathes, taking in Bernie’s attire: she’s wearing formal tailored trousers, with a mid blue button down shirt with sterling silver Caduceus cufflinks in the sleeves, and a navy blue tailored waistcoat.
“Nice cufflinks,” Serena manages.
Bernie gives her a half smile. “Christmas present from Cam,” she says. “I thought they’d make a change from the RAMC ones I usually wear.”
“I like them.” I like you, she thinks, but doesn’t quite dare to say aloud. “You’re looking very dapper.”
“Thanks.”
This is quite the slow burn fic!
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Fragment Friday
Thanks to @lizzie-bennetdarcy for the tag!
Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!
Will any of these ever see the light of day? Unclear.
I.
“It’s no problem.” Patrick claps him on the shoulder in that way that straight guys, or maybe just guys who’ve gone to business school, like to do. In David’s imagination, Patrick’s hand lingers longer than is strictly necessary. “I’ll let Ray know you’re coming for dinner.”
“Um, okay? I didn’t know you and Ray were close.” Does Patrick have a relationship with Ray that David doesn’t know about? The thought pinches somewhere near his heart, a sharp, unexpected pain that’s inappropriate when thinking about one’s business partner.
II.
“Of course.” The man grins at David, he has no right having a smile as nice as he does, especially some 400 years before the advent of modern dentistry. “I mean—I wasn’t born here, obviously, but this is my home. For now.” The man gives him a cheeky grin. “But you’re not from here, are you?”
“I—” Talking to the locals is definitely against the rules. Telling them that he’s from a 21st century country that doesn’t exist yet is playing with fire. “Not as such.”
III.
The movie is nearly over when David’s head drops onto Patrick’s shoulder. Trying to keep perfectly still, he tilts his head, but there’s no way to tell if David is asleep or if this is his subtle way of making a move. Not that anything about David screams subtlety. Beneath the soundtrack of the movie, a tiny snore whispers in his ear. David is asleep.
IV.
David is so pretty. But not soft. There’s an edge to him that only makes him more beautiful.
David smiles at him, dimple popping. “Well, thank you.”
Oh. Oh, damn. He’s said that out loud. Clumsily, he lifts his hand to David’s face, touching the tips of his fingers to one sharp cheekbone. David sucks in a breath, frozen as Patrick presses his palm to his cheek.
V.
David had pressed the key into Patrick’s hand yesterday, his face twisting as he mumbled something about ‘early mornings’ and ‘Patrick not needing to wait on the stoop like a lost puppy.’ David held back the other words that Patrick was pretty sure he wanted to say like ‘I’m trusting you’ and ‘this store is really important to me, so don’t fuck this up.’ So the key is heavy in his hand, carrying the weight of David’s trust.
Tagging @missgeevious @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @weathereyehorizon @blackandwhiteandrose @carolrain
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Fragment Friday (actually on a friday!)
So @indomitable-love tagged me last week and I was insanely busy and then @cha-melodius tagged me this week and I am less busy so here we go! The first three are from active wips, and the last two are eventually going to get worked on, so get pumped to see some of these relatively soon!
i'm tagging @weneedtotalkaboutfic @parvuls @the-lincyclopedia @clottedcreamfudge and @everwitch-magiks because i'm nosy 💜
RWRB Mummy AU:
“Face it old bean, if we don’t find someone in the next ten minutes, I’m going back to the hotel. There was an angel masquerading as a bartender and I’ll be damned if I miss my shot because you were skulking around looking for a guide to Hamunaptra.”
“Would you keep your voice down? We don’t need everyone in the nearest square kilometer to know what we’re up to.”
“Absolutely not. My voice is the perfect volume for every situation!” Pez booms, ignoring the dirty looks of the market vendors he had drowned out.
“I’m deadly serious, Percy,”
“—oooh, full name—”
“—we need to find a guide to the City of the Dead, today, or this whole expedition—”
“You’re looking for the City of the Dead? Why on earth would you want a guide to a fucking myth?”
2. OMGCP March/April snowed in prompt:
She reads the email canceling classes and makes the decision to ignore her inbox for the day, and goes back to sleep for another hour.
Well, she tries to.
“APRIL WE HAVE A SNOW DAY APRIL SNOW DAY!” March’s yells are loud enough to wake the dead, not to mention the rest of the volleyball house. Giving up on the extra sleep, April heaves herself out of bed and yanks the door open.
“Oh good you’re up!” chirps March. “Get dressed, I have a whole plan for us today.”
“It couldn’t have waited an hour?”
March just grins. “Absolutely not, I’ve been planning this since the season ended.”
3. RWRB sentient brownstone AU:
It’s a very odd sensation, having half of It’s occupants not present half the time. Sometimes it’s like part of The Brownstone is missing – original flooring pulled up during a renovation. Sometimes it’s like part of It is numb – a nursery closed up before witnessing new life.
When Alex is here, The Brownstone feels like It’s foundations have just been poured, like the bricks just got repointed, like a fresh coat of paint in every room. Henry and Alex fill It’s rooms with laughter and kisses and piano music and Mexican aromas and sex and comfortable bickering and celebrations and comfort and books and just – love.
But inevitably, Alex has to leave and It and Henry are left alone again. When Alex is gone, The Brownstone feels every one of It’s one hundred and fifty-two years pressing down. His absence feels like warped floorboards, like crumbling grout, like peeling wallpaper.
4. Tortall/Emelan Kel/Daja Tattoo AU:
As she pushed open the door, Kel was greeted by a welcome rush of cool air and soft tones from a wind chime just inside the door frame. The lobby was vastly different from what she had expected from a tattoo parlor. It had honey-colored wood floors, seating covered with cozy looking blankets, a huge tapestry of a thunderstorm behind the counter, and plants on every available surface. The counter itself was a piece of art: at least two different kinds of metal that had been painstakingly worked and twisted to look like the roots of a giant tree, and a dark walnut wood top, polish gleaming under the lights. In any other space it would dominate the room, but somehow everything seemed in harmony. Kel instantly felt at home, lingering nerves about getting a tattoo leaving her as she moved further into the space.
“Hi there! Welcome to Winding Circle Tattoos, how can I help you?” asked the blonde girl behind the counter.
“I’ve got a consult with Daja Kisubo? I’m Keladry Mindelan.”
5. OMGCP offseason 🍑 🍆 series zimbits (Explicit):
“Crisse, Bits,” Jack pants, “I think I’m dead now.”
Bitty giggles helplessly and hides his face in the crook of Jack’s neck. “That would be a shame, sweetheart, we haven’t even started on your wish list yet.”
Jack groans and Bitty can feel Jack’s dick twitch in interest, still inside him. “If I hadn’t just come, that would have done it.”
Bitty snickers and carefully lifts himself off Jack’s cock, cringing a bit at the empty feeling. He grabs a few wipes from the nightstand and starts cleaning both of them up. He knows he’s the one who brought it up, but Bitty’s definitely going to need something to do with his hands to get through this conversation.
“Lord knows you gave me that list and I sort of just pounced on you once I got to the end, but we should probably have a real conversation about it.”
“And you picked now?” Jack asks, incredulous.
“Well, I guess we can at least shower and get dressed before gettin’ into the gritty details of the highly kinky off-season sex you want to have.”
“That’s the least you can do.”
#cricket writes#fragment friday#rwrb mummy au#march/april snowed in prompt#sentient brownstone au#rwrb#omgcp#tortall#emelan#kel/daja tattoo au#jack's offseason wishlist fic#the wishlist is SPICY
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Fragment of Layered Realms chapter four!!
The incubus gripped my shoulders gently, pulling me back from my thoughts and into the real world again.
“Never mind, Goody-goody,” he whispered. That was odd— oh, fuck, right, demon. Could sense my emotions.
“S-sorry about that—“
“Don’t apologize for feeling things strongly. ‘Those who have felt the deepest grief are best able to experience supreme happiness.’ That’s an Alexandre Dumas quote.”
“Why do you know that?” I laughed a little incredulously. He snorted.
“I’ve regularly visited the human realm for decades, little Good-goody. I know my way around.”
“Would you stop calling me that?” I laughed.
“Maybe when you prove to me it’s not true, Goody-Two-Shoes,” he sing-songed. Oh I liked this guy.
“Pffft— maybe buy me dinner first. Or, y’know, just buy me dinner— no fucking required. That’d be awesome too.” I rolled my eyes and went back to my paperwork.
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