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Reincarnation AU
There is, of course, the very beautiful version of this prompt that I’ve seen countless times. But what if it was this:
You have a pairing reincarnating. And they meet each other in several life times. But they’re always “blocked” in some capacity from fully meeting. So it’s less, “Reuniting in every era they meet” and more “interruptions left and right until someone just goes for it.”
(It could be angsty, funny, dark, fluffy, any direction you wish)
“What did I say about investigating the weird noises?"
"And that is how Sammy's day out of the zoo went."
Elsie looked up from her spot in the corner, beaming as the children quietly clapped. She preferred Charles' own stories, but she hadn't minded the change in pace. You could only talk about dragons for so long before your readers wanted to go in different directions.
Eyeing one child in particular, the one who sat closest to the storyteller, her beam only grew. One look at Becky, and you would never know anything was wrong. Far from it.
Short brown hair, choppy thick strands that'd probably been cut by a friend if the woman had to wager, had bounced excitedly along to the tale of Sammy the Seal. The most charming dark brown eyes, ones that spoke of well-meaning scrapes and adventures, remained fixed on Charles despite all the chatter of the crowd.
They hadn't any chance to meet before-hand. But she already knew she liked Becky, and could only hope the little girl would feel the same.
Of course, now was as good a time as any to find out.
(In which Charles is Becky’s older sibling, not Elsie.)
What if Elsie Hughes and Charles Carson had been secretly married from the start? How much would change?
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13769432/1/Another-Time-Another-Place
“And to think: all you had to do was keep from waving. You just had to wave, didn’t you?”
Questions for your OTP/OT3/the Loves of Your Life
Every Day Quirks:
Who’s the clumsy one? How clumsy are we talking?
Who’s more likely to forget something?
What are they secretly singing in the shower?
Dreams:
Who’s the one day-dreaming of a road trip?
If they could be anywhere in the whole wide universe, where would they be?
Which fictional world would they want to be a part of?
Interests:
What are the shows they would want to watch? Any movies?
Indoor activities or outside?
Would they have a tumblr(s)?
Personal Tastes:
Breakfast for dinner: what’s their opinions?
What music do they listen to? Do they listen to anything?
Morning birds? Night owls? Combination of the two?
And a Few Personal Favorites:
Who’s more likely to start a snowball fight?
Thunderstorms: yea? nay?
Ice cream: flavors, toppings, etc.
Heater AU
It’s winter time and A does not have heat coming into their apartment/classroom/flat/office/existence. What does B do in response?
Pool/Card Shark AU
A is completely incompetent at ______. Or so they say. As for what B sees? B sees someone who accidentally wins the game almost every time.
Bonus: A gets/wants no money out of this. They only want _______
Friendly Reminders
For Being Afraid to Start:
It’s okay to be afraid. It’s okay to keep your work private. The fact that you’re writing is enough.
Chances are, someone out there is going to love it.
For Your Stories that Don’t Get a Lot of Love:
Someone out there does love it, whether they show it or not.
Sometimes we choose the wrong platform for our work. Consider posting to another site (it really can make an astonishing difference).
For Writing Ideas that are “Out There”:
Most of my favorite pieces are the ones that are “out there” in concept. And I know I’m not the only one.
How will the world ever flourish if we don’t test the possibilities?
For When You Get a Bad Review:
This review doesn’t reflect you or your self-worth.
Honestly, this reviewer might be upset with themselves, not you.
Sleep Deprivation AU
For some reason, A didn’t get any sleep. As for B (and/or C)? Well, that’s up to you.
“Your numbers have trailed through my life. Why?”
“Do I want to know why you own that much parsley?”
Do Platforms Matter?
One story. Two platforms. 223,517 words.
On AO3, this story received 930 hits, 13 kudos, 3 comments, no bookmarks, and 1 subscription.
On FFN, this story reviewed 11,479 hits, 9 favorites, 1 C2, 146 reviews, and 11 alerts.
In short? Never assume you know where your work is going to go. Different audiences gravitate toward different platforms.
“A white tulip, eh?” “It’s either that or nothing.”
The Sleepwalking AU
A doesn’t know they’re a sleepwalker. B is in the same flat/apartment/dorm/house and is there to help A get back to sleep. Sometimes it’s a matter of walking A back to their room, sometimes it’s about talking about _____ and _______.
Bonus: And once, just once, it’s a matter of coaxing A to fall asleep in their arms, safe and sound.
Soulmate AUs
The world isn’t quite blurry, but it’s never in focus until you’ve found the one
In a world littered with soulmates, you’re one of the few who doesn’t have one. But so are they.
You’re ace. Your soulmate is or is not (the choice, as always, yours). Where do we go from here?
She's not one for sentimentality. That's not to say she doesn't indulge in it from time to time, only that she doesn't let herself get carried away with it.
Yet there is a rose tucked away in her sitting room. A rose that she knows came from the flower show. With this rose comes a smile she can't force off her face. She doesn't know how he's managed this little gift. She can't help but recall his regret over their having to miss the show. She can't help but also recall she told him it was perfectly all right –– especially considering the Dowager Countess was liable to win once again.
And then she had forgotten it. Forgotten the whole thing, until whispers of Mr. Mason winning the Best Bloom reached her ears. She had shaken her head at such mutterings, allowing amazement to pass through her for only a moment. After that, it was a matter of returning to her work and going back to forgetting the whole thing.
But how can she forget it now? How can she do anything but gently pluck a petal from the flower, inventing an excuse to sneak into his pantry while he's not there, and slip the petal somewhere discrete, somewhere only he'll see it? She'll let the smile go in a minute, she'll go back to forgetting soon enough. But right now she wants to make a little gesture. She wants to hint at her knowledge and her gratuity, and she knows this'll do the trick.
And it really will. He'll be confused for a brief spell, wondering if a petal fell off in his haste. But how could it have landed in a drawer if he'd never opened any? Besides, it doesn't look like it'd fallen. It looks as though it had been meticulously placed––
It'll all click together. He won't be able to help his own smile.
He'll set the petal back, give it another smile and quietly carry on.
In which Charles and Elsie have been married from the start.