Since I won’t have another snippet up tonight for twins fic, have this ficlet that I wrote. It was going to a bit longer but I’m honestly not sure what else to write for it.
Trigger warning: miscarriage
Michael hadn’t meant to be gone as long as he was, but there wasn’t much he could do about the weather delaying his flight. He was glad he’d told James he’d get a cab home.
“James,” he said, entering their flat, “I’m home.”
He’d barely walked into their living room when he spotted James curled up on the couch.
“James?” he asked, leaving his luggage by the door and kneeling down in front of the couch.
James looked at him with red rimmed eyes.
“I… I lost the baby.”
James nodded, more tears falling from blue eyes.
“I was going to tell you… for your birthday.”
“Shh, it’s not your fault.”
James sat up so Michael could sit next to him and hold him.
Michael was putting away the groceries he’d pick up when James returned.
“Hey, everything okay?” Michael asked, leaving the remaining groceries to greet James.
“It’s definitely not the flu.”
James couldn’t help but grin then, he’d been so scared before, so many other frightening and unhappy possibilities to the reality.
“James, what is it?” Michael asked.
Michael smiled and kissed James.
“That’s wonderful. I was so worried, I didn’t even think that it could be.”
“I didn’t either, had no reason to, but this… so much better.”
Michael kissed him again, wrapping his arms around James and holding him close.
Here are the links to the three sentence fics I wrote on my personal yesterday:
3) Rofroy, darkness.
For the Writers out there: Common Injuries And How To Treat Them
In my experience, RPers and Writers alike enjoy one thing: Making characters suffer. This little guide is supposed to help you with keeping injuries and the First Aid - in case you want to patch your character back together - realistic.
I am no medical professional, but I dare say I picked up a thing or two during my First Aid school-medic training ;)
Under read more for length! Also, trigger warnings for blood, I suppose?
I’m done explaining why fanfic is okay.
Note: this post was originally made in 2010 in response to Diana Gabaldon’s epic rant about fanfiction. The original version is still being updated. I’m reposting it to Tumblr by request, but if you have any additions, please feel free to drop a comment at LJ so they can be added to the masterpost!
Dear Author of the Week,
You think fanfic is a personal affront to the many hours you’ve spent carefully crafting your characters. You think fanfic is “immoral and illegal.” You think fanfiction is just plagiarism. You think fanfiction is cheating. You think fanfic is for people who are too stupid/lazy/unimaginative to write stories of their own. You think there are exceptions for people who write published derivative works as part of a brand or franchise, because they’re clearly only doing it because they have to. You’re personally traumatized by the idea that someone else could look at your characters and decide that you did it wrong and they need to fix it/add original characters to your universe/send your characters to the moon/Japan/their hometown. You think all fanfic is basically porn. You’re revolted by the very idea that fic writers think what they do is legitimate.
We get it.
Congratulations! You’ve just summarily dismissed as criminal, immoral, and unimaginative each of the following Pulitzer Prize-winning writers and works:
Ficlet: All I Need
Written for this DD on the McFassy Comm.
All I Need
James had spent majority of the night and most of the morning filming and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for the next few days. As he neared his hotel, he spotted a familiar figure sitting outside drinking a coffee.
“Michael?” James asked.
“Hey,” Michael smiled.
He stood as James neared, setting his coffee on the bench he’d been sitting on so he could hug James properly.
“Why are you here? Why are you waiting outside?” James asked.
“I wanted to surprise you. And then they wouldn’t tell me your room because apparently they didn’t have a James McAvoy registered?”
“Should have asked for James Fassbender.”
“I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Ficlet: Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
McFassy Ficlet inspired by this door hanger thing I own. And James having voiced Arthur Christmas. And yes, I realise it’s April, but I’m writing for the sake of writing.
Warning: N/A (silly and slightly cracky X-Mas fic in April?)
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Ficlet: And I’d do anything to make you stay
Warning: WTTP Spoilers. Takes place post-movie. Sequel of sorts to Only if for a night
And I’d do anything to make you stay
They’d finally secured a proper hideout, with proper rooms and such. They’d also devised a system for securing food and other essentials. Max was adapting fairly well and seemed to be enjoying the up close and personal study of Jacob Sternwood.
“You and your damn night owl ways,” Max said, walking into their living room.
“I like nighttime,” Jacob replied.
“And I like sleep.”
“Then close the door.”
Max just looks at him, one eyebrow raised, before sitting down in the chair closest to the couch that Jacob was occupying.
“How’s your knee?”
“It’d be better if someone hadn’t shot me.”
“Someone could learn to accept an apology.”
“Maybe one day.”
Jacob wanted to comment that he doubted Max would still be around for that day, but instead kept quiet and continued to flip through his book. Max put his foot up on the edge of the couch and began massaging at his knee. Jacob flipped through his book a bit more, before putting it down and shifting over on the couch.
Max didn’t argue this time, just moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch, back to the armrest so he could put his leg up on the couch, resting his foot across Jacob’s lap as Jacob began to massage his knee.
“Probably should have this checked soon.”
Jacob glanced at Max but didn’t say anything more, just continued to massage his knee.