Thanks to everyone who participated in this round! We will be on break during the Tour de France so as to not overlap with @wtfanworkclassification We'll return on July 29th!
The challenge this week for this community is: Heat. Feel free to take it in any direction you like. As a reminder, this blog is always accepting prompt suggestions.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
We also now have an AO3 tag you can use when posting: Tumblr: cycleprompttuesday
Posting starts now until next Tuesday, when a new prompt will be posted.
This round is an amnesty round. For the next two weeks, you have the chance to revisit the previous prompts and flesh out any old drafts you may have relating to them—or create new works altogether. You can use any of the prior prompts as inspiration.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
Posting starts now until two Tuesdays from now—June 17th—when a new prompt will be posted.
Previous prompts listed here as well under the cut:
This round is an amnesty round. For the next two weeks, you have the chance to revisit the previous prompts and flesh out any old drafts you may have relating to them—or create new works altogether. You can use any of the prior prompts as inspiration.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
Posting starts now until two Tuesdays from now—June 17th—when a new prompt will be posted.
Previous prompts listed here as well under the cut:
The challenge this week for this community is: Close. Feel free to take it in any direction you like. As a reminder, this blog is always accepting prompt suggestions.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
We also now have an AO3 tag you can use when posting: Tumblr: cycleprompttuesday
Posting starts now until next Tuesday, when a new prompt will be posted.
The challenge this week for this community is: Slip. Feel free to take it in any direction you like. As a reminder, this blog is always accepting prompt suggestions.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
We also now have an AO3 tag you can use when posting: Tumblr: cycleprompttuesday
Posting starts now until next Tuesday, when a new prompt will be posted.
The challenge this week for this community is: Travel. Feel free to take it in any direction you like. As a reminder, this blog is always accepting prompt suggestions.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
We also now have an AO3 tag you can use when posting: Tumblr: cycleprompttuesday
Posting starts now until next Tuesday, when a new prompt will be posted.
The challenge this week for this community is: Anticipation. Feel free to take it in any direction you like. As a reminder, this blog is always accepting prompt suggestions.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
We also now have an AO3 tag you can use when posting: Tumblr: cycleprompttuesday
Posting starts now until next Tuesday, when a new prompt will be posted.
After lunch they head up into the hills, Matteo intent on showing Jonas yet another of his favorite hiking trails. Each time it’s a new one, and each time Matteo swears this one is his favorite, and while Jonas has long since given up trying to remember them all, he likes the way Matteo’s face lights up when he talks about his adopted home.
The clouds have disappeared, and Abby plops a floppy sunhat on Jonas’s head as they wait for Matteo, who’s clattering around in the bedroom. “Grand Canyon National Park” it says, in boxy red lettering on the front. Jonas has never been to the Grand Canyon, but he likes it, having this piece of Matteo’s experiences. Abby’s fingers brush at the hair at the back of his neck, where it’s just starting to curl again, and Jonas uses his forefinger to rub at a streak of white sunscreen on her nose.
The afternoon stretches out: the sparkling blue of the sea in the distance, the scrubby green of the hillside, the whites and yellows of the wildflowers. When they stop to eat their packed sandwiches, Jonas finds himself with Matteo’s head in his lap, the sun warming both their faces. Matteo’s nose is just starting to turn pink and Abby’s fingers are soft against Jonas’s scalp as she weaves forget-me-nots into his hair.
II.
Jonas wins the fight for position in front of the sink, shooing Matteo back to the table, bathed in light from the setting sun, as Abby pulls a towel out of the drawer. It’s a victory that won’t show up on any results sheet, but he likes the way he can look to the side as he scrubs at the saucepan and see Matteo curled in one of the chairs, scribbling something in his notebook. Abby knocks her hip into his on her way to put a bowl in the cabinet and they share a smile.
The next time Jonas looks over, Matteo is looking back, and he sends Jonas what may be an attempt at a wink, grinning around the end of the pen between his teeth. Jonas wonders what he’s writing about. They’d ridden in the rain all morning, only finding the sun again as they came back into town - and Abby had called to them from the balcony as they rolled up outside, pointing at the rainbow arching above. A few drops of water hit his cheek, and Jonas turns to see Abby’s bright smile, her hand still dipped into the tub of water in the sink. Matteo laughs and somewhere down the block a motorbike growls to life.
When the last glasses are dried and stacked neatly on the shelf, Abby drapes herself over Matteo’s back, reading over his shoulder. Jonas stuffs the towel over the over door handle and reaches past the pair of them for the jar of cut wildflowers on the windowsill. A few head to the bin, while the rest get a fresh bath of water. From the sink, Jonas directs a surreptitious look over his shoulder, and then sends a flick of water toward the table. It doesn’t quite work, the distances is a bit too far - but Matteo squawks in indignation at the droplet of water that lands on his notebook, and Abby is laughing when she leans in to kiss his cheek.
III.
The sun sets earlier here than Jonas is used to, but Abby turns on the string lights she says she hung up the first time she came to visit, and the lamp in the corner lets out enough light for Jonas to read at one end of the couch and for Matteo, curled on the floor beneath him, to frown down at his knitting in concentration. Jonas thinks the blueish-gray lump is meant to be a scarf, but he hasn’t had the heart to ask.
At the other end of the couch, under the glow of the string lights, Abby is sketching something, feet stretched out into Jonas’s lap. She hums appreciatively when Jonas rubs them absentmindedly, focused on Hercule Poirot and his theatrical revelation of who committed the murder in question. Matteo shifts where he’s leaning against Jonas’s knees, holding the maybe-scarf out in front of him, then up for Jonas’s approval, which Jonas gives dutifully if not completely truthfully. Matteo groans knowingly and turns his face to rest his cheek against Jonas’s knee, smiling up at Abby, who proudly turns her sketchpad around to reveal a rough sketch of Jonas, with a sunflower tucked behind one ear.
When Jonas heads into the kitchen for a glass of water, he passes a matching sketch hanging from the refrigerator, Matteo with daisies woven into his hair. In the bedroom, he can hear the shuffling of drawers and the quiet hum of voices. There is not quite enough room in the bed for three, but they can make do.
He almost misses them when he walks by. His cleats clink awkwardly against the tiled floor as he strolls through the supermarket. His helmet is held in one hand as he leisurely patrols the empty aisles, looking for nothing in particular. The store is relatively empty, quiet except for the faint sound of generic pop-music playing over the speakers and the vague noise of conversations further into the store. The quietness makes him stand out more, his cleats click-clacking across the tiles, clad in his cycling kit as he strolls through the supermarket.
He almost misses them. But he doesn’t.
Some yellow flashes by him out of the corner of his eyes and his head instinctively turns, as if on a swivel. The reaction is instinctual he supposes, ingrained in his bones, his muscles, his brain, his entire body coiling tight and ready to strike at any flash of yellow that passes him. His shoulders drop when his eyes land on the yellow roses, the cut flowers standing in a bucket amongst other bouquets and flowers of varying types and colours, a quiet sigh escaping him as he eyes the flowers.
Secretly, he ignores the way his heart sinks in disappointment every time he turns at a flash of yellow and it turns out to just be another car, another bike, another shirt, another flower.
Not him.
He stares at the flower for a long moment, silently scrutinising the flowers in front of him, as if they were personally responsible for the way his heart always seemed to stumble at the sight of anything yellow. He blinks a couple of times, looking back and forth between the roses and the other aisles of the store, as if debating whether to walk past the flowers. He sighs again, shaking his head at himself, at the way he so easily faltered at the sight of mere yellow flowers. He turns and walks further into the store, grabbing the packet of candy that he had originally came for.
He walks past the flowers again on his way out of the store, a small bag of candy now clutched in his hand along with his helmet. Once again he stops in front of the offending yellow roses, staring them down with narrowed eyes. His eyes flicker between the flowers and his phone in his hand, silently debating with himself. He closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath, his hand clenching and unclenching around his phone before he looks down to unlock it. He quickly snaps a picture of the yellow roses and hurriedly walks out of the store and back to his bike before any unsuspecting people witness his internal war with the flowers.
As he stands next to his bike he once again looks at his phone, opening his contacts before he can think much of it. He clicks on the contact simply labelled Jonas, his fingers hovering over the screen hesitantly before he selects the photo of the roses and clicks send. He quickly types out a short text to go along with the photo.
The challenge this week for this community is: Flower. Feel free to take it in any direction you like. As a reminder, this blog is always accepting prompt suggestions.
Each fill created for this challenge should be a new fanfic of at least 100 words. Any work that fulfills this condition may be posted to the AO3 collection or be reblogged by this blog.
We also now have an AO3 tag you can use when posting: Tumblr: cycleprompttuesday
Posting starts now until next Tuesday, when a new prompt will be posted.