Title: Bridging the Gap
Author/Artist: Kingmakeronpaper
Pairing(s): Merlin & Arthur
Prompt: Baby Arthur's first Yule/Baby Merlin's first Yule
Art Medium: Digital Art, Comic
Rating: General
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: The prompts said Baby Merlin and Baby Arthur and I ended up going slightly older with Merlin about three and Arthur about six but it's still their first Yule celebration so I hope it still counts! Also, Shout out to my children for posing for reference photos!
Summary: Many years before Merlin and Arthur met, tension throughout the kingdoms finally began to ease as the first Yule celebration since the Great Purge began taking place across Albion. Arthur and Merlin celebrated miles apart and completely unaware of each other, but destiny still found a way to bridge the gap.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75637526
Characters: Solas, Original Ancient Elvhen Character(s), F!Cadash
Pairing: Solas & Original Ancient Elvhen Character(s), Solas & F!Cadash (minor)
Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating: T
Other Tags: Platonic Friendships, Solas as Wisdom, GNC Solas, Queer Solas, Genderqueer Solas
Summary: A series of vignettes exploring Solas's relationship with his body and gender, stretching from before the empire's founding to after its' fall.
Written for the @transthedasfest!
He had never wanted a body.
Content to be as he was: the question in an inquisitive mind; the fire kindled in the hearth; the lesson passed from mother to son, he had never dreamed of inhabiting one of the bodies that partook in his nature. He had known the world as a current of air, as the flow of a river, as the first spring shoot pushing through snow. He had known it, embodied it, been it.
Creator: miyriu
Rating: Gen
Length and/or Medium: 2,959
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Lots of emotional hurt
Summary: The figure hums. It sounds like the rustling of leaves, like the soft swishing of waves when they caress shores, like the gentle hum of the magic in all living things. These sounds all sing in unison, neutral and loving.
Title: Finding Family
Author/Artist: leftsidedown | @broomsticks
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sirius Black, Sirius Black & James Potter
Rating: G
Word Count or Art Medium: 900
Prompt #: 6 - Sirius gets a panic attack while visiting the Potters and Fleamont/Euphemia shows him what a true family is.
Summary: adapted from prompt 6: When Sirius gets a panic attack at the Potters, Fleamont and Euphemia show him what a true family is.
This is a shitty first draft so pls don't reblog. Comments are appreciated.
"Is Jefferson coming or not?" Alexander looked up from a spreadsheet printout, exhaustion evident in his eyes.
"Dunno yet." Angelica didn't tear her eyes away from her laptop screen. She also looked tired, her voice deeper and more sober than usual, hair tied into a bun.
"How would you not know? You're in charge of inviting him." Alexander felt his patience quietly yet unmistakebly slipping away from him. He didn't want to start an argument, especially not with Angelica, but it was 1:20 a.m. and they were still working in Alexander's hotel room. And they got up at 7 a.m. that morning – no, yesterday morning, strictly speaking. Eliza had already fallen asleep at some point of the night, in full set of work clothes, on Alexander's bed.
"Yeah, but no, I really don't know. He's some kind of… you know," Angelica finally looked up, making some gestures with her hand, "big shot. Big shots are never sure of their schedules. I've already called and emailed his secretaries and deputy secretaries and deputy deputy secretaries. No definite answers yet."
"How can he not be? The fucking conference starts tomorrow morning! We've only got a bit over 24 hours left, and still no final list of attendees!"
"So what do you propose we do, Mr. Genius?"
"Message his secretaries. Call them. I dunno, anything!"
"At one bloody o'clock in the morning? That's so very considerate of you."
"It's not 1 a.m. in France. Plus, we are still working at this ungodly hour because of their boss. They'd better be working their asses off as well!"
"Alrighty then," Angelica dug in her inbox looking for one of Jefferson's secretaries' phone number and punching in the numbers one by one, squinting. "By the way, are we sure about the other guests? We still need to arrange airport and train station pick-ups and their meals."
"Ugh, it's D.C. Just let them take the metro."
"No, Alexander. The big shots are terribly allergic to public transportation. Do you wanna kill them? -Oh hi, it's Angelica Schuyler, I work on Washington's staff.” The other side apparently picked up the phone right after Angelica's remark, so Alexander rolled his eyes at Angelica and mouthed "maybe I do."
"Yes, I call to ask if Mr.- Dr. Jefferson will be attending the conference tomorrow… Oh, great, has your team booked a flight yet? Do you have an E.T.A.? OK. Do you know roughly whether he'll arrive in the morning or afternoon? …Alright. I do need to hear back from you by this afternoon EST though, my colleagues and I need to arrange the pick-ups and dining. Ok. Thanks, bye. Talk to you soon."
Angelica hung up the phone and let out a big, long sigh.
"He is coming to the conference, but they haven't booked a flight yet."
"What the fuck are they waiting for, now that they know he's coming? Trying to figure out which airline has the best food? Seriously, we should just call a taxi or an uber to pick him up."
"Exactly my thoughts when I was on the phone, but no can do. He's snobbish and an Important Person and Washington wanted to make him feel the hospitality from this side of the pond. From him personally, at least. Took all the strength I had not to start yelling at the Esteemed Dr. Jefferson's Esteemed Secretary."
"Ah, the Big Shots and their Eccentricities. No wonder you sounded almost uncharacteristically polite on the phone," Alexander smirked. "A bit bland, though, without that scalding sarcasm."
"Wow, good to know that's how you think of me now, Mr. Hamilton, a bland woman. How can I ever do anything properly without your valuable insight?"
"You can't. That's what we men are for," Alexander laughed. "Giving unprompted opinions."
Angelica let out a short laugh and swatted his shoulder.
"Oh well, this is it. Let's call it a night." Angelica stood up and stretched. "I'll go wake up Eliza. Get some rest."
"You don't have to, you know. I don't mind her taking my bed."
"And give you the chance to be in that classic 'oooh, and there's only one bed!' dilemma, while I stay alone in a room with two perfectly fine beds? No thanks." Angelica raised her eyebrows. "She'll need to change out of her work clothes either way. These can't be comfortable to sleep in."
Angelica didn't wait for Alexander to respond and moved to the bedside, gently patting Eliza on the shoulder. "Hey sweetie, wake up. Let's go back to our room."
"Hmm... " Eliza rubbed her eyes sleepily, "When'd I fall asleep?"
"Some time around 11 p.m., I think." Angelica turned to Alexander. "Alright Alexander, we'll see you tomorrow at 7 a.m.?"
"Today, at 7 a.m., Angelica. Which is in a little more than five hours."
"Thanks for reminding me how miserable our lives are."
"Always my pleasure. Good night, Schuyler sisters."
"G'night, Alexander." Eliza was still half asleep, following her sister's footsteps out of the room like some kind of chick following the mother hen.
