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[fortytworedvines]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Daniel is quietly contemplating the events of the day when Neil Vanloo arrives with something on his mind.

Set immediately post 1x06

[betrayedbycinnamon]

Opus 75 (cellist)

I have googled the word cellist like sixteen times because my brain is convinced I've spelled it wrong.

[raysdrawlings]

Hey! Fuck you!! Your art is too cute!!! And it’s so amazing!!!! And it’s so sweet!!!!! I hope you have a good day!!!!!!

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[cheile]

J/C Fictober #1 - “Can you feel this?”

using @fictober18 prompts to try to get writing again.  these will likely be unbetaed here on tumblr, but will be polished up before being moved to AO3.  feel free to tell me your thoughts anyway if you’d care to read my rough drafts!

for Prompt #1: “Can you feel this?” 

untitled for now - J/C, set during Shifting Parameters if you want an idea of the theme. ;)

“—feel it?”

The tugging on his arm dragged Chakotay towards consciousness.  Still mostly asleep, he tried to ignore it, letting his mind begin to drift once more.

“Chakotay, wake up.”

Kathryn’s insistent tone shocked him awake.  His mind instinctively went towards an emergency, but as he rolled to sit up, he realized the room was silent except for their breathing; no red alert klaxon shattered the peaceful starlit darkness of their bedroom.   

Confused, he turned towards Kathryn.  Before he could attempt to form a question, one hand darted out, grabbing his wrist and pressing his palm firmly to the gentle swell of her belly.   

“Can you feel this?” 

A light flutter nudged at his palm to accompany her words.  At first, he thought it was simply the movement of her other hand, which was resting above his.  But as she shifted that hand to cover his, he felt it a second time and realization struck his sleep-muddled mind.  Pressing gently against Kathryn’s belly, another flutter struck against his hand in return. 

“Hello to you too, my girl,” he murmured, blinking back the stinging in his eyes. 

“You’re still so sure it’s a girl, hmm?” 

He lifted his eyes to her sleepy smile and shrugged, a smile of his own growing.  She rolled her eyes in amusement and both of them shifted to lay back down; Kathryn curled against him and both of them silently counted the fluttering movements until each of them were lulled back into sleep by the ever-present ambient hum of the warp engines several decks below.

[mirrorofliterature]

whatever this world can give to me | rated g | 5.2k | enemies to lovers 1980s au | malec

Written for the Malec Secret Santa 2018 for @sandalwoodmalecs . Beta’d by the lovely @zahrabane .

It's the summer of 1982 and Magnus Bane simply wants some peace: but after missing the bus one rainy morning and a makeup chocolate milkshake with Alec Lightwood, he may have lost it forever.

And it may not necessarily be a bad thing, especially when tickets to the latest Queen concert come into the mix.

But when he starts to catch feelings?

Now, that's the tricky part.

A.k.a where Magnus and Alec slowly become friends, and perhaps something more, in the haze of a star-studded summer.

[zedsdead1001]

Escape

For @lostcauses-noregrets following a conversation about how Erwin and Levi would act on the house-hunting show 'Escape To The Country'. For those not familiar with it, people contact the show as they want to move from the suburban rat race and relocate somewhere idyllic and peaceful in the countryside. 

This has been rather soothing to write, I hope to be back from my mini hiatus soon. 

Lost, I still stand by my promise to pin you down. 

Continues below the cut. 

He looked up. Saw wringing hands and a shit-eating smile on the presenter's face, an expression laced with understandable trepidation. Levi's sense of mischief got the better of him and he sniffed once, gesticulating loosely towards the tiny chocolate box cottage.

"Too fucking small."

"Cut!"

Exasperated sighs and slumped shoulders followed the instruction, the crew's day yet again brought to a grinding halt thanks to Levi's language.

"Let's do some interior shots."

A series of disgruntled snorts took them inside, lights and cameras shifted through a rose framed door, plenty heads bumped against the low entrance.

"See? Look at the size of him." Levi elbowed Erwin who simply smiled kindly with a slow nod, as always. "How's he supposed to even get into his own fucking home with that kind of height limit?"

Erwin bent, folding himself down to fit through the doorway as Levi continued his deep growling complaint.

"No better in here, either. Bloody beams."

"Well, you did want a period character property?"

Levi glared at the director, rounding in on him like a predator catching scent of it's prey.

"Could we maybe see a place from a period when people weren't all midgets?" The fire in his stare denied any kind of witty or sarcastic remark regarding his size, silence descending heavy and thick throughout the house. "Erwin's gonna end up with a bad fucking back if he carries on stooping like this."

"Do you want to see the bedrooms?"

"No."

"They're quite spacious..."

"I said no. Come on, Erwin. Let's get you out of this cave."

The next property was on a main road. Dismissed.

Third, too modern.

Penultimate house, ceilings ridiculously high. Cobwebs would be unreachable.

Whispered speech revolving around editing and voice-overs signalled their arrival at the last building, a secluded thatched cottage which instantly felt warm. Mature gardens surrounded the brick house, neat but a little bit on the wild side, perfect for birds and butterflies. There wasn't another abode in sight, clusters of evergreen trees keeping a bubble of privacy intact despite there being a small row of convenient shops just five minutes walk away.

Levi hated to admit it, but the researchers had outdone themselves.

Then he glanced to his right and saw something incredible and painfully beautiful. Erwin's eyes had lit up, wide and bright, the smile he wore stretching to his stare for the first time in...Levi couldn't actually remember when he'd last seen that sparkle and now it was here, he would move mountains to have it remain.

"Look Levi! Look at the door handle!"

He was off, rushing towards the ornate wrought iron knob with enthusiasm, leaving Levi stood dumbfounded on the front path.

"Turn the cameras on, quick!"

Levi didn't hear the hurried order, thoroughly caught up in Erwin's joy and he let the atmosphere sink into his pores, picking up on every twitter of birdsong and every scent from the spring flowers.

"I love it, Levi. It's a dragon."

Sure enough, the knocker had been crafted with a tail and wings, grandly sitting in pride of place on the mahogany wood, Erwin's fingers tracing over detailed bumps of metal.

"Right through here is the main hall..."

"Fuck off."

Levi dismissed the presenter's attempts to bring it back to business, pushing inwards and letting Erwin go first, a resigned voice behind them muttering about giving up on the whole production.

The house was big but not too large, old but not too dated. Character features were peppered everywhere like inglenook fireplaces and exposed beams, all working in symmetry with more modern fittings. It had been sympathetically renovated, maintaining a quirky layout that just seemed to go on forever, stairs taking them to all different levels and small snugs nestled here and there.

Levi had lost himself somewhere, maybe on the second floor, maybe on the first, he wasn't entirely sure and he made for the sound of Erwin's unusually fast babbles, reunited in the expansive light country style kitchen. There was an island in the middle, a perfect place to prep meals and get back into their love of cooking, but to one side lay the crowning glory. Space for a couch.

"Our friends could sit there while we make dinner! So we won't be all shut away from them! And a table could go here, the pots and pans hanging there..."

Erwin too was lost however not physically. He'd succumbed to the phenomenon of 'already moving our stuff in', a sight which had Levi speechless.

For years he'd watched Erwin stare out of a window onto the bustling high street, for years he'd heard excuses such as being too busy or too tired, and now here they were planning social events - Levi could still recall the last dinner party they threw, back before self-doubt settled like a deathly veil, back before Erwin wanted nothing more than to be a quiet lonely individual. The desire to take Erwin by the hand and dance around was intense, rejoice in him finding solid ground after so long, but Levi opted instead for a more subtle approach.

"Where would the wine rack go?"

"Oh here, of course Levi."

"You're right."

Levi trailed happily in Erwin's bounding wake, soaking up the glee and agreeing with his furniture visions. The crew had thankfully stayed outside, doing a piece to camera on the sprawling fresh green lawn as the couple entered a cheerful and pleasant space.

"I can see us sitting here. Having tea and coffee in the morning. Look at the view."

Erwin settled into a wooden chair, arms spread over the round table and Levi sat opposite, running a thumb gently across Erwin's spidery scarred knuckles.

"Yea, I'd like that. Very much."

Levi was looking at a different view, one of peaceful tranquility, a forgotten calm. He made another soft pass, feeling familiar old bumps made by a fist to a mirror during one of Erwin's darkest days. They'd moved past it, wounds healing way before emotions, yet the badge of mental struggles still remained. Levi truly believed that this badge could finally become nothing but a distant memory.

"A change is as good as a rest, so they say." Erwin made eye contact, dragging his stare from the fragile blossom by the window with the sincerest of smiles. "Thank you."

"For what? It's my job to be here for you Erwin."

"For forcing me to come on this stupid show."

"Stupid? Huh?"

Erwin watched it without fail, every single night, fell asleep in front of it, every single...

That's when Levi realised. A comfort blanket of sorts. Erwin would unwind, prep his mind for sleep, zone out on easy inoffensive television programmes.

"And thank you for coming with me, Levi. I know you find these things infuriating."

Levi smiled, leaning over to cup Erwin's cheek.

"I dunno. Wasn't too bad really."

[kateera-writes-blog]

Prompt - Camping

Written for the Prompt "Camping" for the #GobblepotSummer2017 Fest (is it a challenge? I don't remember).

Thank you to the lovely thekeyholder for beta-ing for me (any other mistakes are all my own) and thank you to all my lovely readers who have given so much positive feedback. I really appreciate it. This is me on my fandom TUMBLR and this is me on TWITTER (Come say hi!)

Holy Flaming Marshmallows (Batman)

Summary: Oswald and Jim go camping, run into an unexpected visitor, and enjoy the outdoors.

“Are you sure we should be out here?”

Jim chuckled and leaned against a tree while he waited for Oswald to finish tying his shoe. “It’s fine. My dad and I used to go camping out here when I was younger. The Wayne family won’t even notice we were here.”

Oswald raised his eyebrows and smirked. “So, the answer is no, you’re just sure we won’t get caught. You deviant.”

“I’m the one with the marshmallows,” Jim said, wagging his finger at Oswald. “You better be nice to me.”

He braced against the tree as Oswald stood and walked over, crowding Jim against the rough bark as he reached up and pulled him down for a kiss. “I can be very nice.”

“Noted,” Jim said before kissing him again.

Since that morning in the rain, Jim kissed Oswald every chance he got; behind his apartment building, in the alley next to his work, at home on his front porch, and each kiss felt different and wonderful. It stopped his heart and stole his breath, though, when Oswald felt relaxed enough to kiss him first.

“The campsite is just up that hill,” Jim said, slinging his backpack into place once he could breathe again. “Almost there.”

“Thank heavens,” Oswald said, following Jim's footsteps up the incline. “I'm made for city life, Jim. These feet are made for concrete, not stepping in rotting leaves and tripping over roots.”

Laughing at his boyfriend’s melodrama, Jim crested the top of the hill and looked out over the campsite with a pleased smile. Oswald joined him and took in the scenery; the small plateau where a fire pit stood, the drop off to a small river running through the canyon. With the sun setting below the horizon, everything glowed with a faint pink color.

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[kelkat9]

Smith’s Book Store

Title:  Smith’s Book Store - Chapter 3

Author: @kelkat9

Pairing:  Nine/Rose

Genre:  Historical AU; Victorian Book Shop

Rating:  Teen

Summary:   In 1868, the premiere book store in all of London is Smith’s Books.   Jonathon Smith is a man with an unhappy past and strives to make amends for his perceived sins by promoting books to the public so that not only the very rich can afford them.  Lady Rose Tyler, daughter of the Earl of Powell is newly arrived in London after spending most of her life with her family in India.  Her family expects her to marry well.  But Rose is unsatisfied with the typical high society bachelors more interested in her family status than what she thinks.  Jonathon Smith is so different, kind, generous and intrigues her with his intellect and his quiet demeanour.  Her family would never approve of such a match but Rose is clever and a determined heart is unstoppable.

Thanks again for @hellostarlight20 for helping me figure out how to make this work :)