#five line fics

[anisstaranise]

seblaine + pillow | AO3

In Sebastian’s opinion, the state of their bedroom could shame any sultan’s palace chambers or any hotel’s prestigious Presidential suites; it was one of the first spaces Blaine insisted on working on immediately after moving in together three years ago- second only to the kitchen.

They had splurged on a luxurious mattress that claimed to be fantastic for their spinal health; which was great considering the amount of sex they had upon it as well as the variety of positions they have yet to explore.

The thread count of their Egyptian cotton sheets exceeded the average; the smooth fabric would cling decadently to their skin like a cloud’s embrace whenever they made love.

But the pride of their bedroom would have to be the goose down pillows Sebastian had specially shipped from France- Dumas in Paris, to be exact- after Blaine had expressed his preference for it during their first trip to the city together; the pillows were plump and welcoming, its softness incomparable.

And yet, every night without fail, Blaine would slot himself under Sebastian’s arm, ambling close to lay his head upon Sebastian’s chest as dark curls faintly smelling of raspberries tickled his nose; it couldn’t be all that comfortable considering the angle, Sebastian figured, but this was how Blaine would fall asleep- every single night, with Sebastian as his pillow- and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

-END

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Tagged by @upstartpoodle - YAYYYY thanks! This looks like fun.

Rules: Cite the final line of five of your fics–your favourites or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.

I’ve settled for two WIPs, two published ones and one that I’ll probably never publish.

1. “We both know where her heart truly lies, Ross, and that is never going to change. I do not delude myself into believing she might love me. But I hope she may at least grow to like me a little. My feelings for her are true, and I do not ask for a lot in return. A bit of her time and her affection; someone to talk to and share my thoughts with. Perhaps, if she will allow me, in due course, a child of my own blood. If not, Geoffrey Charles shall be my heir and I shall treat him as my own son.” (The Wind and the Sea, non-shippy WIP).

2. Too much had passed between them. The world had turned too fast, drawing them apart as their lives drifted in different directions. When they met again, separated by class and prejudice, they hardly recognised each other, for they had become different persons. (Untitled WIP, George/Elizabeth and hints of George/Ross, not yet published).

3. Very tentatively, Aidan nods. “Yes,” he says upon exhaling a deep breath. “Yes.” He leans his head against Dean’s shoulder. “For better or worse.” And they kiss. (This pain that numbs my heart, Aidan Turner/Dean O’Gorman, published).

4.  When Elizabeth came to the nursery in the morning, she found both her husband and her son sound asleep with a smile on their faces, and in their slumber she thought to notice a certain likeness in their profiles as if they were indeed father and son. She smiled, drew the blanket over their shoulders and placed a whispering kiss on their foreheads, deciding to let them sleep for a bit longer. (Family Ghosts, non-shippy, George/Elizabeth implied, published).

5. Out on the open ocean, the small boat was seized by a storm one night. Mighty waves washed across the deck, swallowing what little possessions he had taken along, and it was then that Aidan knew he would not live to see the green isle again. Letting go of the rope he was clinging to he gave himself over to the water, a smile on his lips and his last thoughts with his love as the waves closed above his head. (From an unpublished historical AU that centers around Aidan Turner, and which I wrote basically for myself :) ).

Tagging....let’s see....there are some really good writers on my follow list.... @shinigami714 @sycamoretree21 @linane-art @ninetiesnecklace @a-pen-in-the-paw if you wanna do this :)

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splinter / tulip x cassidy five line fic

She yelped and bit her thumb, and he could smell the thin trickle of blood that followed. He must’ve looked as amused as he felt because she jutted out her chin in that way she had whenever she wanted him to keep quiet. 

“Damn rest stop picnic benches…like sittin on a cactus.” He offered her a bandaid and she took it reluctantly, asking, “What do you need with those anyway?”

“Not traveling alone anymore, am I?”

send me a one word / one phrase prompt + a ship +“five line fics” and I’ll write a five line fic

[anisstaranise]

Five seblaine + back to school | AO3

We watch the season pull up its own stakes, Catch the last weekend of the last week.

The sand between his toes are cool, the body pressed against him is pleasantly warm as they watch the skies lighten with the dawning day, the skies painted a flourish of pink, blue and gentle orange.

There’s an ache that comes with the rising sun, the mark of the end of summer, the start of them going their separate ways once more.

Another sun-soaked season fades away.

Tomorrow he flies back to London for the start of the new academic year, the start of his final year yet he’s already counting the days when he’ll have Blaine- who’d be flying off to California- in his arms again.

There are days when he’d silently wish the ocean between them away- but they’re chasing their respective dreams so that one day they get to live the one they had dreamed up together.

The rays of the sunrise glint off the new ring on his finger, the brass shining with a promise of forever when Blaine had asked him to marry him and his heart quivers with a newfound joy; despite the sorrow of being oceans apart and of the ending summer, neither will stand in the way of the life they dreamed of making together, the home they intend on building together.

--END

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Wishes + Tulip x Cassidy. :)

“Wish I had a dollar for every time you only left me your sloppy seconds, Cass.” Tulip pouted as she rifled through the pockets of another dead Grail goon and he suppressed a smirk. 

“A man’s gotta eat and you know what they say…If wishes were horses-”

“You would eat them?” He laughed and she stuck out her tongue and he made a wish of his own - would that she weren’t so mortal and so fearless - would that there was something protecting her beyond a twitchy trigger finger and his own sorry skin, whenever he could spare it.

send me a one word / one phrase prompt + a ship +“five line fics” and I’ll write a five line fic

[anisstaranise]

4 - dannyclara

hello from the other side | AO3[things you said over the phone]

It always starts the same way; the phone hot against hercheek, the words hotter still in her chest- until she releases it: I love you.

Some nights, she can hear his smile as he reciprocates, “I love you, too, Clara Oswald” and she’droll her eyes because she feels it in her bones how true his words are.

Every night, she reinforces her vow; Danny, those words from me, are yours now.

But most nights, her declaration is met with a dimstatic over the phone setting ice cold panic in her veins as she franticallycries out for him- “Danny, can you hearme?”- and his voice, far and faint, drifting further from her; “Goodbye, Clara.”

And every night, she wakes up, a scream frozen in herthroat, her skin clammy from the nightmare, the moon seeping through the sheerdrapes, Danny’s side of the bed empty, untouched; she’s alone.

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unexpected jealousy + george/elizabeth + 5 lines fic <3

She had not left his side all night, and even in the flickering candlelight of the ballroom she glowed with the touch of sun that long afternoons riding always brought. 

“Elizabeth, we are not often out these days since Valentine’s birth, and your time is precious - commingle with your peers and make new friends if it pleases you.”

“It does, George, thank you, but I find the wandering eyes of half the women in this room more displeasing than the pleasure of their company.” He blinked, opening his mouth to say something quickly forgotten. She smiled, a little flushed, and let her hand slide down his arm to find his own. 

send me a one word / one phrase prompt + a ship +“five line fics” and I’ll write a five line fic

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laughter + george/elizabeth + five line fic

You shouldn’t show your teeth, her mother had always told her - no more than you should show him your hand, or any other part of yourself - you should not laugh unless there’s a ring on your finger and gold in his coffers. 

But when little Valentine had taken his first steps on the sleek new rug in the winter parlor, he had promptly fallen on his bottom - and where she had expected tears, she found only an impish grin and a gurgle of laughter. She had not been able to rein in a high, clear laugh of her own in response and George’s hand quickly found her shoulder and then the arch of her cheekbone. She had not even heard him come in from his study, but he had crouched down beside her and she looked up at him from where she sat, wondering at the way his eyes could not settle on either her or the boy she knew to be their son.

Rings and gold could not buy you certainty, but she had learned that certainty was only ever of the moment, and for the moment, she was certain.

send me a one word / one phrase prompt + a ship +“five line fics” and I’ll write a five line fic