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My third and final story for @1dsasfest is coming out Tuesday, May 19th.
"I Have Loved You Since We Were 18" - a story of marrying young, angst and feels, resentment, and an attempt to find that love again with a second honeymoon.
You can subscribe and/or find my other works here:
HalosAngel on AO3
Here are a few fic covers I created:
Enjoy your second honeymoon.
(Fantastic Four Volume 3 #545)
V/H/S
directed by Adam Wingard, David Bruckner, Ti West, Glenn McQuaid, Joe Swanberg, and Radio Silence, 2012
𝐕/𝐇/𝐒 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐)
"𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧"
𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫: 𝐓𝐢 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭
Loretta Young and Tyrone Power in Second Honeymoon
As soon as I saw this prompt, I knew what it would become. So this one is probably my favorite of these little ficlets. Thanks to corasorangejuice for the inspo.
Ask Kiss Fic | 16…lazily | @corasorangejuice
The French sun was merciless, but to Cora it felt glorious. She was sprawled on a chair on the sand, the sound of waves and the children playing lulling her into that lovely place between sleep and awake.
It was sweeter now, the air. A year of treatments had helped her regain her strength and she had a new appreciation for the baking sun.
A shadow fell across her face just seconds before icy droplets of water had her startling upright, prepared to scold the children.
Robert’s laughing blue eyes, crinkled from squinting in the bright light, greeted her instead.
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“The water is lovely,” Robert rubbed a towel over his head.
“Not from where I’m sitting.” Cora grumbled, snatching his towel and dabbing daintily at the droplets.
“The children want you to come play.”
“I’m too comfortable here.” The words made Robert’s shoulders tense for a second before Cora lowered her sunglasses.
As if sensing his change of mood, Cora reclined but crooked her finger playfully in his direction.
“Closer,” she instructed, beckoning.
Their noses brushed and she relaxed backward, knowing he would follow.
Their lips slid together lazily, only separating at the annoyed holler from the shoreline.
“UGH, DONK.”
