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25th Year Of Fic Writing Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon!

You read that right, folks. 2023 is not only 25 years after I graduated high school, but it's also 25 years since I started writing fanfic (I typically celebrate July 15th as my anniversary). And I'm doing a rest of the year celebration for it!

Basically, give me a ship/fandom, a color, and a number between 1 and 25 and I will go into my inbox and find that number prompt for the ship and write it for you. If I don't have that many for the ship I'll go into my general prompts lists and count down. And I am also opening this to EVERY FANDOM I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. I wrote one drabble years ago that you love? Ask for the same fandom. There's a full list on my AO3 dashboard page of all the fandoms I have published there (please note not all the fandoms have fic, and some are just graphics; some are for art I've done for WIPBB and other challenges, so click the fandom link to double-check I've written it before).

I'm pinning this post so I can keep a running log of what I've written under the cut. I'll also put them in a series on AO3/Tumblr tag called afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon if you want to bookmark that.

I will also be uploading an older fic a day if I can get computer access, just to empty out the folders of old Buffyverse and CSIverse stuff I've got on my laptop that isn't on AO3 yet.

#afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon #fanfic #fanfiction #taking prompts #sherlock #elementary #doctor who #star trek aos #wholock #supernatural #bleach #csi #csi miami #csi new york #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #mcu #dc comics

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Mythea, 3, gold

This was also an answer to the 30 Day Writing Challenge, which gave us the title for the story. The prompt this request gave me was "Close the door behind you."

Promises Made, Promises Kept - Anthea extracts a favor from her husband for her help, leading him to think about the start of their whirlwind relationship that was years in the making.

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"Close the door behind you."

Anthea did as she was told, walking into Mycroft’s office and sitting on the edge of his desk next to him. “Long day ahead?” she asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“The Americans,” he said, placing his elbows on his desk and putting his head in his hands.

“No further explanation needed,” she said. “Representative Occasio-Cortez’s visit?”

“Yes, but she’s the least of the problems. It’s the three other people coming with her and their entourage.” He sighed and then looked up at Anthea. His assistant, his lover, his wife. He didn’t know what he would do without her. “If you take care of them I will buy you the gold earrings you had your eye on at Harrod’s.”

“I already bought them,” she said with a smile, then leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Make me puttanesca tonight and I’ll solve your problems for you.”

“Deal,” he said, reaching over for her hand and kissing the back of it. She smiled wider then got off his desk and made her way to her own area of the office, on the other side of the door. He leaned back in his seat, wondering if they had all the ingredients for puttanesca, before glancing to one of the many photographs littering his desk.

Strange, what one encounter with a homicidal sister will do to a man.

Lestrade had not left his side until Anthea arrived at his home, and he was a smart enough man to realize there were Things Unsaid between himself and his assistant. Lestrade gave her a rundown of tings he might need that evening, starting with some more brandy, and then he left, wishing Mycroft good luck.

Sherlock may have had doubts about Lestrade’s level of intelligence, but Mycroft knew the man was smarter than he seemed, at least when it came to human nature.

Anthea had waited until Lestrade was gone and poured herself a snifter of brandy, topped off Mycroft’s, and then put the decanter back, almost dropping it from how much her hands were shaking. He’d have given anything to keep the fear at bay, even if it had cost him a decanter of brandy, but after a sip she launched herself at him, holding him close.

Of course, the private feed into Sherrinford.

There was the private feed into his office. After the bomb, she must have figured it out and watched it. She had seen everything with her own eyes and knew exactly how close she had come to losing him. And when embraces became heated kisses and two snifters of brandy were spilled on the floor while they tried to find suitable space to show each other the things they had never had the bollocks to say out loud, things had changed.

It was impossible to hide their relationship, and he hadn’t wanted to. Fortunately, the Home Office felt it was in the country’s best interest for them to continue their professional relationship in addition to their new personal one, so he didn’t have to get a new assistant. Which helped matters when Anthea found out she was pregnant eight weeks after their first session of lovemaking on the desk in his study. A quick marriage later and he had to admit, he was blissfully happy.

There was a photograph from the wedding in Hawaii, the sonogram of the little boy they were having, photos of Sherlock and Dr. Hooper, who had had a similar conversation in the aftermath, it seemed. Photos of his parents and strangely enough, one of Eurus. Despite her actions, the results were favorable, and while she no longer verbalized things, it was a comfort to know she had gotten what she had wanted: her family back.

But the one that caught him the most was one of Anthea in her wedding dress, long-sleeved white and gold lace over a tight bodice and loose skirt. She was breathtaking in that photograph, wearing a lei of white orchids given to her by one of the members of the extended family who had attended, he forgot who. She was stunning, as she always would be. He turned away from the photographs to start ordering the ingredients for puttanesca to be delivered to his home, as he had made a promise to make it, and all promises, no matter how small, should be kept.

And if that meant cooking tonight to make his wife happy, so be it.

#sherlock #mythea #mycroft x anthea #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff #anthea #mycroft holmes #30 day writing challenge #afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon

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For your 25th -- Sherlolly, black, 22

This was a long prompt that got picked (“I think you need to taste this for me,” Queen Molly said. She shoved the exquisite cake in her guard’s direction. Sherlock blinked. “Um.” “What, you’d rather your queen be poisoned?” "Of course not." He hesitantly took a mouthful, only to practically melt in satisfaction. “Oh my god.” It was amazing. He caught himself. “I - er - I think it’s fine.” “You should try a sip of the wine too,” Molly said. “Just to be safe. Sit, sit.” It took him slightly too long to realize it was a date.) that I used parts of verbatim. I also used a 30 Day Writing Challenge prompt (Use the words: crown, dance, smile) for this, even though I changed "dance" to "dancing."

The Royal Taste-Tester - Queen Molly has a task for Sir Sherlock.

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“I think you need to taste this for me,” Queen Molly said. She was holding up a plate of cake. Not a huge slice, but enough that two people could get a decent amount out of the slice. Of course, Sir Sherlock had little experience with being the Queen’s personal guard, so he assumed it was simply a demand of hers, one of her whims that he was told about.

Sherlock blinked. “Um.” He wasn’t sure how to deal with the lovely queen. She put him off his senses. Not only was she lovely, she was smart as a whip and able to keep most of the kingdom happy. When he was guarding her he couldn’t help but stare at her in some sort of awe. And when he had to speak to her, he always tried his best not to foul it up.

As was just evidenced, he wasn’t always successful.

“What, you’d rather your queen be poisoned?” she asked him, a small smile crossing her lips. If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was a teasing smile, to go with the slightly teasing tone of the question.

"Of course not." She took up a fork and took a generous helping of the cake onto the fork, waving it in his direction, her eyes looking as though they were dancing in the dim light of her private chambers. He took a bite off the fork and nearly moaned. It was an amazing cake, light and fluffy with a blackberry filling and some hint of vanilla in both the cake and the frosting. “Oh my god. That was amazing.”

“It’s truly good?” Queen Molly asked, her smile growing and the glint in her eye matching the glint of light off her crown.

“I - er - I think it’s fine.” He was already making a fool of himself; no need to make it worse by waxing poetic about cake.

“You should try a sip of the wine too,” Molly said. “Just to be safe. After all, who knows who would want me dead?” It was just the two of them, and she patted the place to her left. “Sit, sit.”

“Isn’t that the place your consort would sit?” he asked. She gave him a Look with a capital L, and he sat. She was the queen, after all. Wouldn’t do to upset her.

---

When Queen Molly and formerly Sir Sherlock, now Prince Consort Sherlock, got married, he had a bit of the cake before pressing it into her face as she did the same, Laughingly, they took bits of blackberry filling and vanilla icing and smeared them on each other. It was the second best cake he’d ever had; the best had been the cake on their first date. A date it had taken him until the second course to realize it was, in fact, a date.

His wise, lovely Queen had gotten her way once again.

#sherlock #sherlolly #mollock #sherlock x molly #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff #sherlock holmes #molly hooper #afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon #30 day writing challenge

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orange

Finally, I have gone back and written the fic that is set before "A Priceless Gift" where we get to see Darcy distressed about her future with Loki! This is the first fic in my anniversary prompt-a-thon as well, with the color picked by @strangelock221b (orange).

Worries (A "Just Pieces On The Board" Story) - After a discussion with Jane about her pregnancy, Darcy worries about her future with Loki.

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“Is this safe?” Darcy looked at the collection of bottles holding chemicals and then picked up a bottle with orange liquid in it before looking at Jane. “We’re going to be having kids in here.”

“Oh, they aren’t coming into this part of the lab,” Jane said, waving her hand. “I was figuring we’d take them to the telescope that Stark put on the roof. We can talk more about the 'astro' part of astrophysics up there. The rest of the tour is going to be done by Bruce away from the chemicals. We don’t need another lab accident among Peter’s classmates.”

“It’s weird to think that Tony’s son is a superhero,” Darcy said, shaking her head. “I mean, Queens isn’t too large compared to, like, a whole city by itself, but to do all that patrolling and we didn’t even notice?”

“Well, there was Daredevil in Hell’s Kitchen to worry about,” Jane said. “And remember: only Ned and Michelle know. So keep your lips zipped when Peter’s classmates are here.”

Darcy mimed zipping her lips, locking them, and throwing away the key before looking at Jane’s rounded belly. “How’s it going being preggers?”

“It’s rough sometimes,” she said. “But I’m happy. I never thought I’d be a mom, and I definitely never expected to have a kid with Thor, but I’m content. I can’t wait for it to be over, though.”

Darcy laughed a bit at that and then Jane turned her attention to other things to set up for the visit from Peter and his classmates, but the thought of pregnancy lingered in her brain like an itch she couldn’t scratch. She brooded in quiet when the kids weren’t paying attention to her, and she continued to brood as she headed back to her apartment.

Loki was there, talking on the phone with somebody, and she studied him. He was a loner, but not by nature and more by circumstance. While the Avengers trusted him now, there were still those who remembered that Loki was the Trickster God, as well as the reason for the Battle of New York, and felt uneasy around him. He didn’t seem to let it phase him, preferring the company of those from Asgard and the Avengers. But she had a flash of an image of him holding a baby and suddenly she started to cry because that was never going to be a thing for them.

Her choked sob caught his attention and he quickly ended his call to come to comfort her. “Darcy? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t have your baby,” she said. “I’m not like Jane. I just…”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “What brought this on?”

“Jane is happy being pregnant,” she said between sniffles, now that her nose was buried in Loki’s shoulder. “And I can’t get pregnant with your baby because I’m not special like Jane.”

“If that’s all that worries you, we can figure something out should we get to a point in our relationship where we want children,” he said, rubbing her back.

“But it’s more than that. Jane is going to live a long life and I’m-- I’m going to die on you.” Fresh tears sprang forth. “You don’t deserve to be alone. You deserve to be loved for the rest of your life.”

“I know,” he said in soothing tones. “We can...we can look into things, talk to Mother. Talk to that Doctor that works out of the Sanctum Santorum. Just please, don’t cry.” She shut her eyes and held him close as he continued to rub her book, and eventually, the tears subsided and she was back to sniffles. She pulled away and he wiped her eyes for her and then kissed her forehead. “I promise, Darcy, I will look everywhere I can to find answers. Please don’t dwell on it.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Would you like Thai and ‘Clue’ tonight?” he asked, leading her to the sofa and then sitting next to her when she sat down.

“Yes please.”

“Alright.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss in her hair, and she leaned into him before he put his arm around her shoulders. She trusted him to find answers if there were answers to be found. But he was right; she couldn’t dwell on it because it would drive her crazy. She just had to trust him, and thankfully, she already did.

#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #tasertricks #loki x darcy #fanfic #fanfiction #darcy lewis #jane foster #loki laufeyson #my stuff #answering asks! #afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon

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For your 25th -- Khanolly, blue, 1

A few years ago I had written a personality/character swap Khanolly fic called "Reconsidering Plans" and I decided to write a prequel to it for this prompt. Enjoy!

Revelations - Molly deduces that John found out about her past, but by the end of their conversation, neither seems to care about it too much.

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"Are you the villain?"

"Depends on who you ask." Molly turned from her workstation to look at the lieutenant posing the question. John Harrison was attractive, albeit in a more...odd sense. The blue of his science officer’s uniform reflected his eyes in their dreamlike color. She’d noticed that first when he was assigned to assist her at the Kelvin Archives, though it was more of a partnership these days. But he must have found out her true identity, somehow. And thus the question he had just asked. “What is it exactly that you want to know, John?”

“How many people have you killed?”

“Thousands, I think. I never cared to keep track.” She shrugged. “It was what I was born and bred to do as an augment. I did it without much thought at first, and then when I realized me and mine were being manipulated…”

“Like you are now?”

“At least now, no one remembers the wrath of destruction wrought by Kate Noonien Singh. I have some privacy. Or I did until you found out about my past.”

“Why do you have an Indian surname?”

“Because the scientist who was in charge of my development was the only person who was...nice...to me. When we began forming personalities of our own, I chose her last name as an honor to her. She never lived to see it, though.” Molly frowned. “And now I’m Margaret Hooper. Who the hell knows where that name came from.”

John leaned against the door frame. “I like Molly better.”

Molly raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re a strange one, Harrison. You know about my bloody past and you still want me to answer to that soft nickname of yours?”

“It suits you. Kate does too.” He paused. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“I know you won’t. You’re loyal to Starfleet, but you’re also in love with me.”

John pulled away from the door, sputtering slightly. “I am...I am not!”

“You are, you know it and I know it.” She turned back to the work she was doing. “We should do something about that.”

“Like what?”

“Sexual intercourse.”

“Or how about a kiss first? I mean, let’s just not start a relationship over the fact I have a small crush on you.” He moved closer to her, and she had to admit, there were worse ways to spend her time than by kissing an attractive man. She stood up to her full height, which was still at least a head shorter than John, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He was stunned for a moment but almost immediately recovered and kissed her back with a ferocity and passion she may have underestimated. She allowed herself to be lost in the kisses and in the back of her mind she had to admit, maybe she has a small crush on him too.

#star trek aos #sherlock #khanolly #khan x molly #fanfic #fanfiction #khan noonien singh #molly hooper #my stuff #afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon

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Shang-Chi/Katy, 12, pearl gray

And here's another fic in the "Shifting Relationships" series! The title came from a 30 Day Writing Challenge prompt and the prompt for the number was “'You always look beautiful.'”

Like Waves In The Ocean - Shang-Chi sees Katy in a different light when she's dressed up for a wedding they're both in.

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“Don’t look!”

“I’m not looking!”

“I mean it, Shang-Chi. You look and I’ll kick your ass into next week.”

He laughed as he covered his eyes. “I promise. Hurry up or we’re going to be late to the wedding.”

“I just need to get the pearl necklace on. The damn latch isn’t catching.”

“If you let me look I can help.”

There was a long pause from Katy’s bedroom, followed by a huff. “Fine. But you laugh at me in this dress and I’ll also kick your ass into next week.”

Shang-Chi uncovered his eyes and went into her room. Her back was too him but he caught her reflection in the full length mirror and stopped. That was not his Katy. She’s stunning, he thought to himself, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “You’re...gorgeous.” he managed to get out. Katy was in a long pearl gray dress with a discrete slit up the right side to just above the knee, and it had an empire waist that showed her cleavage a bit more than he was used to. The pearls she was holding around her neck were accentuated with pearls at the bottom of the knot her hair was in. She wasn’t wearing any heavy make-up, and he assumed that would be done at the wedding venue.

“Thank for the lie, now help?”

“I’m not lying,” he said, snapping out of his near trance and moving towards her. “Katy...you didn’t even look this way at our prom.”

“Well of course I didn’t. I wore a neon yellow tux.” He took the pearls from her and opened up the latch, closing it on the hole at the other end of the necklace. He let his hands linger on her shoulders and he felt a shiver run through her.

“Do you have a wrap or something?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, and he could see she was blushing slightly. She moved away from him and got a pearl gray wrap from the back of her chair. She put it on her shoulders and did a little twirl. “You really think I look good?”

“Any number of guys are going to be happy to dance with you at the reception,” he said.

“What about you?”

He blinked. Oh, he’d love to dance with her. He found himself wanting to do more than just dance with her. Like kiss her. He wanted to kiss her right now, but she beat him to the punch, brushing er lips across his. She pulled back for a moment, and looked up at him before her pulled her in and gave her a proper kiss. The wrap fell from her shoulders as she reached up to frame his face, continuing the kiss.

Reluctantly, he pulled back. “The wedding.”

“What?”

“We’re going to be late for the wedding if we don’t go soon.” He reached up and brushed his fingers agaisnt her cheek. “But all I want to do is stay here and kiss you. You look stunning today, Katy, but really, you always look beautiful. I was just...blind.”

She leaned in and kissed him again. “Hold that thought for after we’ve had some drinks and some more kisses like that.”

“So this is a good thing?” he asked.

“I think it’s a good thing. I think it’s a great thing. But Michelle and Yung will kill us if we don’t get there in time to get Soo’s and my makeup done for the wedding, and we still need to pick up Soo and John.” She gave him a soft smile. “But this is definitely a good thing.”

“Okay,” he said, grinning back. “Good.”

“Good.” She picked the wrap off the floor. “Put the pedal to the metal, Big Guy.” Shang-Chi offered her his arm and she took it, and they left the apartment with him feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

#xu shang chi #katy chen #shang chi x katy #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff #30 day writing challenge #afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon

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McKirk, 7, blue

So the prompt that this one pulled up was "McCoy calls Kirk "Lardnut" when Kirk ignores his diet", and this is also a answer to a 30 Day Writing Challenge prompt (Prompt 29, "Write about your MCs nicknames"). This is also the start of a new series! So please read the next story in the series (it's an older one) if you like this one.

Affectionate Nicknames (A "Love On The Enterprise And Beyond" Story) - Bones has a nickname for Jim that waxes and wanes in usage until Bones almost loses Jim.

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The first time Bones called Jim “Lardnut” was when he came in for his exam some time after getting command of the Enterprise. “Are you stress eating or something, Lardnut?”

“I’m not eating that much more than I should, I’m just not eating all that leafy shit you keep trying to make me eat.”

“Salads are good for you, as long as you don’t load it up with a ton of dressing. Now eat a salad a day and lose some weight, Lardnut.”

“Stop calling me Lardnut.”

“Alright, Captain Lardnut.”

---

The nickname stuck for a few weeks, but as Jim started eating some of the salads and started exercising more, Bones found other cheeky things to call him. Jim had to eventually be clued in that it was either friendly affectionate teasing of sarcastic affectionate flirting by Uhura.

Jim went to the medbay and stood outside Bones’s office door until he looked up from the datapads he was going through.

“Why do you call me shit like Lardnut?” he asked, his tone non-accusatory as he tilted his head to the side.

“Teasing.”

“Friendly teasing or flirty teasing?” Jim asked as Bones took in a breath. Bones proceeded to choke on the breath and make noises that Jim should leave his office right damn now.

---

Bones avoided Jim for a few days and Jim found he missed his friend, missed his wit and even missed the god-awful nicknames he came up with for him. But then he was taking some of the good Russian vodka from Chekov’s contraband stash when Bones came up to him with a decanter of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Over some rather good screwdrivers they talked. It was flirty teasing, but Bones hadn’t wanted to admit it. There had never been any men in his life he was attracted to before Jim, he’d said, and he’d found it a hard thing to swallow that maybe he wanted more from their friendship than friendship.

When they kissed for the first time, the coldness of the vodka and the tartness of the orange juice made for a sweeter kiss than planned.

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“Why do you call me ‘Bones’?” he askedone evening when they were in bed together. They hadn’t “done the deed” yet, as Uhura teased, but McCoy had basically moved into Jim’s quarters by now and when they were ready they would know. Jim had had sex with men and male presenting people before, being openly pansexual; this was all new to Bones, and Jim was determined to make sure he was absolutely comfortable with how intimate they were.

“When we met, you said that all your wife left you were your bones. And a Naval doctor in the past would sometimes go by Sawbones. Thought it was a good fit.” Jim propped himself up on an elbow and turned to face Bones. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

“Actually, you’re right. It is a good fit,” he said, tracing shapes on Jim’s chest. Then he frowned. “Have you stopped eating the salads?”

Jim looked down, blushing slightly as he said “...yeah.”

“Lardnut,” Bones said, but in a light, affectionate tone.

“That’s a personal nickname, only to be used in these four walls,” Jim said, swatting his hand away playfully, lifting his head up. Bones settled his hand on the nape of Jim’s neck and pulled him in for a slow, soft kiss.

“Alright, Lardnut.”

---

The last time Bones called Jim “Lardnut,” Jim wasn’t awake to hear him. He was still in the healing coma fostered by Khan’s magic blood, but Bones sat by his bed, holding his hand, and said “Lardnut, I’m too tired of losing the people I love. Yeah, I said love. I love you, dammit. You need to come back to me and I promise, this is the last time I’ll ever make fun of your baby fat or softness ever again.”

When he woke up the next day to see Spock standing there, Bones wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t heard anything, but his nicknames for Jim changed. And he kept his word; he never once again called Jim “Lardnut.” He appreciated every soft squishy bit of his lover with abandon, and was happy that he was back.

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An answer to both the 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon and the 30 Day Writing Challenge (14. Write about regret). This is a lemon, so it's marked properly for Tumblr guidelines.

The Sweetest Vice (An "A Force Of Nature" Story) - John ruminates about his lover.

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They were lying in bed soon after they began to sleep in the same bed when they were done shagging, and John was awake. He wondered something, but he was afraid to ask. He knew what Molly was capable of, what the history books had said she and her kind were capable of. The world wars would have been very different if it hadn’t been for the augments, but he also knew that they were on the wrong side of the victors, and their expulsion had helped form the near utopia that existed across the universe now.

But did she regret any of it?

He slowly got off the bed and padded to his cigarettes. A bad habit, one that most people frowned on, but he didn’t smoke nearly enough for him to consider it an addiction. There were other vices that other members of the Kelvin library staff had that were worse, but then again, he was shagging a war criminal with a violent past, so there was that.

He went to the window, glad he was up high in London’s cityscape because no one would see him starkers as he looked out at the city below. They were above the grey fog, so it was mostly obscured, with the exception of the high-rise buildings that were up as high as they were. The stars were visible in the sky as most lights were off this high up. Soon he felt a nude body pressed against his back and backside, and he automatically handed Molly the cigarette. “Lost in your thoughts?” Molly asked, moving to the side and pressing her arse against the window.

“Do you regret he things you did?”

She took a drag of the cigarette. “You mean the war, or recent things?”

“All of it.”

“I don’t regret what I was forced to do. I was forced to do it, but I relished in the violence of it all. I am, after all, a violent person underneath this pretty face” She flicked the ash from the cigarette onto the floor. “But not going after Marcus for all he’s done? Taking your advice to make a better plan? And us? That, I regret none of as well.”

“So I was right,” he said, taking the cigarette back and taking a drag.

“You were. There is...something between us, and you know me better than most. You also have a good insight into Marcus. Striking up an alliance with his daughter is starting to seem more and more like a good idea then being a terrorist.” She looked up at him as she stroked his cock with her hands. “So yes, you were right about a lot of things. But we could be putting this evening to more carnal activities, since we’re both stark naked and you’re as hard as a rock.”

He groaned as she worked her magic, putting the still lit cigarette in the ashtray by the window. He leaned in and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues crashing against each other and teeth occasionally smashing against each other with the roughness of it all. He pulled her hands away, reaching between her legs, finding her wet and waiting. Without bothering with a condom he lifted her up and pinned her against the window with his body as he entered her. She clawed his back up, scratching until she’d left her mark as he fucked her against the curtain-less window. She bit his lip, drawing blood, and he took one hand and pulled her hands away from his shoulders, pinning them above her head as he teased her clit with the other. She came apart in his hands, screaming his name, and with a groan he came inside her, his seed spilling down his cock and smearing on her thighs.

“You fuck like an animal,” Molly said when she caught her breath, leaning in and nipping at his pulse point. “Not at all like what I had expected when I first met you.”

“I’m not everything I seem with you, apparently.”

“No, you’re not. You’re better with me.” She paused her machinations against his throat as he lowered her to the ground. “I...like that. Because I’m better with you.”

He took this moment to press a soft kiss to her lips before pulling back. “I love you, you know that. I don’t expect you to ever say it back to me, but maybe you care more than you realize.”

“Maybe. That makes this all more dangerous.” She reached up and caressed his cheek. “If Marcus ever does anything to you, nothing will stop me from laying waste to him and his.”

“I know,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss her palm. “I feel the same.”

She lowered her hand and then offered it to him. “I think I would like a bath with you now. To clean up and relax. We have a whole night ahead of us.”

“Good,” he said, taking her hand and letting her lead him to the bathroom. He would do anything for her, and maybe that made him crazy, but he didn’t care. She was sweeter than any vices he could think of, and worth everything he could give her.

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For your 25th -- Phrack, sapphire, 18

The prompt this one turned out to be "Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips." It's also an answer to the 30 Day Writing Challenge ("16. Write about a 'thank you'"). It's a lemon fic but that part is below a cut.

A Thank You For The Perfect Gift - Jack gets Phryne an anniversary fic that relates to the sparrow brooch, and she thanks him in a very pleasurable way.

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Jack had taken great care to pick out the earrings for his anniversary gift. They were small gold hoops with a bird on them in the shape of a swallow, made from sapphire chips, and were a good accent to the brooch that Phryne wore often that he had given her from Mary Madison’s health van. He felt he had done quite the good job. He made his way up the steps to the door at Wardlow and heard laughter and music on the other side of the door, which made him frown. He had thought it would be just him and Phryne that evening, so company was not going to get him the reaction he had hoped for from his lover. But he knocked on the door nonetheless and when Mr. Butler answered he could see young teenage girls running back and forth between the parlour and the dining room. “My apologies, Inspector. Miss Jane decided to have a party for her friends tonight, and Miss Fisher didn’t have the heart to say no. Miss Fisher is upstairs in her bedroom. I believe she is expecting you to join her there.”

“No need to apologize, Mr. Butler,” Jack said with a small smile. “I’m sure the girls will settle before they have to go home.”

“I have hope that they will as well,” Mr. Butler replied, moving out of the way so Jack could come in. He put his hat on the hook and his jacket on the coat rack, then dodged two girls to make his way upstairs to the peacefulness of Phryne’s bedroom. He was sure it was an oasis of calm if Phryne had anything to do with it.

He knocked gently on the door and at Phryne’s soft “Enter,” he went in. It was much quieter here than it was downstairs, for which he was grateful. And the wide smile on Phryne’s face before she got our of her chair warmed him up from the chill outside.

“Jack! I was hoping you’d come tonight,” she said, going up to him and giving him a kiss. He returned it as enthusiastically as she gave it, and his troubles of the day were almost entirely forgotten. When she pulled away her arms were around his neck. “Jane has some of her friends over, to celebrate the birthdays she missed while she was in America. They’re going to be gone soon, but she was so excited and she has me wrapped around her finger, so…” She leaned in conspiratorially. “We can have our own party here in my boudoir while they have theirs downstairs.”

“I even have presents,” he said, his grin widening.

“But Jack! Our anniversary isn’t until tomorrow!” Phryne said, pulling away. She was outing, but the glint of excitement in her eye belied her feelings. Finally she moved away to sit on the bed. “Why are you giving me your gift tonight?”

“Well, this is only a small part of the gift. I was thinking that tomorrow I would take you somewhere upscale to eat, and then I have a booth for just us at a nice jazz club.” He pulled the small box out of his pocket. “I’m hoping you can find an outfit to wear these with.”

Her eyes had widened at the small box, and while he would gladly give her a ring, they weren’t at the stage of marriage yet, if they ever would be. And he was fine with the fact they may never marry; as long as she was in his life, that was all that mattered to him. Seeing her relax at his mention of the plurality of the gift just reinforced that point of view.

She carefully undid the wrapping paper and opened the small velvet jewelry box and gasped. “These are lovely!” she said, looking up at him.

“I thought they would match your brooch without being too overstated,” he said.

“They’re perfect,” she said, springing out of bed like a loaded cannon. “I have the perfect dress to wear these and the brooch with. Thank you so much, Jack.” She kissed him softly for some time, and he kissed her back, not upping the energy of the kiss, content to simply have his lips on hers.

When she pulled away, there was a twinkle in her eye. “I should give you a proper thank you.”

“And just what constitutes a proper thank you?” he asked in an amused tone. She got down on her knees and began to undo his trousers, answering his question just fine. His hands moved to her hair on their own, and when his cock had sprung free from the confines of his trousers, she caressed him for a time, running her hand up and down before taking him into her warm mouth.

He shut his eyes as she applied some suction, her tongue and lips caressing the top of his cock and the hand caressing the rest of his shaft, occasionally fondling his bollocks. This was a treat, and he knew that before the evening was over he was going to return the favour, tasting her with his tongue and plying a reaction from her with his fingers. But for now his hands balled in her hair as she began to move up and down his shaft, taking him in almost fully. Eventually it was too much and he came, his seed spilling into her mouth as she swallowed each drop.

“Was that a proper thank you?” she said, looking up at him.

“Only if you let me return the favour,” he said, knowing where their evening was going when Phryne gave him a mischievous smile. It was going to be quite a good evening, if he had anything to say about it.

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Mytasha, white, 13

With this story, "The Spy & The Spymaster" is now a series! I'm running out of time to answer 30 Day Writing Challenge fics, but this is an answer with the prompt "Write a scene that describes your MC well." I promise I'll finish this (and "The Spy & The Spymaster") soon!

White Wedding (An "Internationally Intriguing" Story) - Clint and Andrea get married, and Mycroft just wants to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.

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It was strange getting used to walking with a cane as opposed to his trusty umbrella, but the woman waiting at the end of the aisle made things considerably lighter in his life, even though she was full of secrets from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

“You should have had your matron of honor and your bridesmaids wear a color other than white,” Mycroft said softly to the woman he was escorting down the flower strewn aisle while the attendees of the wedding stood and looked on.

“I still look the best, but white fit everyone’s skin tone,” she said. “I’m used to being in the shadows.”

“It’s your time to shine, Andrea,” he said. “You are the bride, after all.”

“All that matters is that Clint’s jaw dropped,” she said.

Mycroft chuckled. “Then you picked a worthy man to be your husband.”

“I’ll miss you, Mycroft,” she said when they got to the altar. She turned and hugged him.

He embraced her back. “I’ll still keep an eye on you,” he said. Then he turned to Clint. “Take care of her or I’ll sic MI-6 on you.”

“I will,” Clint said with a nod, and then Andrea moved to his side and took his hands and Mycroft watched him take a deep breath and smile at Andrea, a smile that promised he’d cherish her as long as he lived. She chose a good man, he thought to himself as he sat down and his gaze shifted to Natasha, who took Mary’s bouquet from her so Mary could take Andrea’s. She was flanked by Yelena and Molly, and even though this was simply the wedding of a government official and an Avenger, he knew there were snipers positioned around, from both MI-6 and SHIELD, and Yelena and Natasha both had knives on their person.

Just another normal wedding, nothing to stare at.

He settled in to watch the event but his gaze kept drifting to Natasha and his hand caressed the polished oak knob of his cane as he thought back to the events that had led to their relationship. He knew she still felt guilty that he had been shot, but time would lessen the guilt, and periodic reminders that he was otherwise a hale and healthy man would help. If those reminders were often in the bedroom...well, there were perks to dating a former ballet dancer.

The nuptials went by quickly and it was time for the newly minted husband and wife to kiss. Clint dipped Andrea and gave her a passionate kiss that she eagerly returned, and Mycroft felt more settled than he had in some time. There was still the reception to get through, but he didn’t anticipate any of the sniper teams would be needed tonight. Old enemies had been put to bed and new friendships, as well as romantic relationships, had come about.

All was well.

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Pondlock, 2, green

So this prompt was "cold pizza," and I also used a 30 Day Writing Challenge for this "All Of Time And Space" fic ("Write about a girl's night"). I haven't updated this series in ages and it has a complicated backstory so please feel free to read the series from the beginning if you're confused.

A Feeling Of Normalcy - Sherlock walks in on a girls night in at Baker Street and finds he likes the normalcy, even if it is fleeting in the long run.

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Sherlock let himself into his home to be greeted with the cheers of women and the smell of pizza. He grinned. Ever since Anthea’s return from traveling with the Doctor, she was around Amy more. Molly and Amy had become quite good friends despite Rory’s attempt to attack Amy, mostly because Molly was very good for Rory and the attack had been influenced by The Silence. Martha came round quite often as well, and from the look of blonde frizzy curls peeking around the corner, River was here as well. Sherlock got more situated into the sitting room and saw some other women there as well.

“Oh! Sherlock, we weren’t expecting you back yet,” Amy said, getting up with a slice of pizza in her hand. He saw it had green peppers and olives with extra cheese, her favorite. It looked cold, but she was eating it anyway. “It’s the World Cup, and I have the best TV and sound system, so we’re all here watching England vs Argentina.”

“Don’t mind me,” he said. “I can go back to John’s place and stay there for a bit.”

“No no no, join us,” Molly said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want to hear about your latest case before I read about it on John’s blog.”

“Well, Lorna was there with us, providing us with military details that John was iffy on,” he said carefully. This case had UNIT ties, so Lorna was providing information on what Madame Kovarian had been up to, though the scope of what she knew had been limited. He’d been closeted with Kate Lethbridge-Stewart most of the day and Lorna had only been there for part of it, and then the both of them had gone to her and John’s home to have dinner and go over everything with John.

It was already beginning to be a headache.

But Molly was familiar with some of Lorna’s history, and how Melody had been kidnapped and rescued, so her eyes widened and she nodded. “I hope you solve it soon, then.”

He mouthed “thank you” to Molly and the squeezed in next to Amy on the loveseat. It was a tight fit with River there, but he didn’t mind. “Anything interesting going on in your life, River?”

“I met a new man, and we’re living together,” she said happily. “In Darillium.”

Sherlock’s heart sank. The next time she’d see the Doctor after that she’d be lost to them all, though he had the idea she could still pop up from time to time; there was so much he still couldn’t fathom about his daughter in her adult form no matter who tried to explain it. It was one of the few things he’d freely admit he didn’t understand.

“One night last twenty-something years,” Amy said, leaning into her husband’s space to whisper in his ear. “And this new man is an older regeneration of the Doctor. Or a newer one who looks older. Caught a glimpse of him dropping her off. He reminded me of you.”

A small smile settled on his face. That was some good news, at least.

A cheer went up among the women as England scored another goal in overtime. He knew soon everyone would leave and River could tell him more, and he could go into details about the case with Amy and the others, but in the meantime, it was nice to have a modicum of normalcy in his life. Made for an interesting change, and a nice one, to boot.

#sherlock #doctor who #wholock #pondlock #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff #sherlock holmes #amy pond #molly hooper #river song #30 day writing challenge #afteriwake's 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon

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For your 25th -- Philinda, violet, 19

So this one was a lot of fun to write. It's inspired by "Sleepwalking" by All Time Low, was an answer to the dreaming prompt for the 30 Day Writing Challenge and a first kiss prompt. Enjoy!

like a dream where your feet won't run - Coulson has a nightmare, over and over again.

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It’s one bad dream, the same one he has night after night.

They’re together. His feet are stuck to the floor (but they aren’t really, he’s just too damn brave to move and leave her behind, or maybe too stupid to try) and she’s by his side, and if they don’t leave soon they’re going to die. “Together or not at all.”

Not at all would be preferable, but he’s there and he can’t won’t can’t won’t CAN’T WON’T move. And she stays by his side, sometimes trying to get him to run, sometimes pushing him. She doesn’t believe in together or not at all; that’s why she’s the Calvary, the last resort. She’s there when there are no other options. She’d give her life for him.

(Now they’ll just both die together...what a damn waste.)

He can’t move, won’t move, and the threat keeps getting closer. She sees he can’t won’t can’t move, he won’t can’t won’t leave her to face the threat all alone, and she pulls him in for a Big Damn Kiss. Their first. Their last. Their only. She smells like lavender, is as soft as violets and tastes like jasmine tea. He has seconds to cherish that.

(How unfair it is, that they had all that time and it never crossed his her their minds before.)

(It crossed his but he wasn’t brave enough to make a move.)

(Cowardly Coulson.)

And then the door blasts open and she’s pulled away while he stays stuck in place, not moving. Can’t won’t move, and she’s gone without him.

(AND HE FUCKING LIVES!)

(The threat stole her and he survived.)

(If he had just run, if they had just run, if he could have moved...)

Then he wakes up, reaches over for her and pulls her close. If it comes down to it, for him to live or Melinda to live, he prays he can move will move will fucking run and bring her with him. He did it before, he hopes like hell he can do it again.

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29. "You love this, don't you?" Shang-Chi/Katy

So this is a new "Shifting Relationships" fic as well as an answer to the 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon, the 30 Day Writing Challenge and Fictober 2022. I missed writing these two.

Road Trip, Interrupted - Shang-Chi and Katy's trip back after an errand to San Diego gets interrupted by superhero business.

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"You love this, don't you?" Katy said, looking at the chips display at the AM-PM they had gone to in San Diego before they got into the car and drove back to San Francisco after an errand they'd done for their boss. Shang-Chi may be a superhero, but there was still bills to pay. They had gotten a fat bonus to deliver two cars to a man who was a friend of their boss, and their boss was even covering the cost of the rental for them to drive back. Katy had immediately gotten the best car in the price range and they were gearing up for the trip back now.

“Driving cars? Hell yeah,” Shang-Chi said, getting two more bottles of water from the cooler, looking at them, and then getting a gallon bottle instead.

“It is nice, isn’t it? And you know we’re splitting driving on the way back. I want to be behind the wheel of this baby for at least a day.” She picked up a bag of Cheetos Puffs and the a bag of Tapatio flavored chips as well. “Going a lil spicy this time.”

“I’ll grab some milk,” Shang-Chi said, and Katy tossed the bag of Cheetos at him. He caught it with one hand. “Are we almost done here?”

“Chips, crackers, water, and I’m getting some of the horchata from the soda machine. Other than that, yeah.”

“You saw the street taco shop down the street?” he asked, giving her a grin.

“I did! I want to stop there.” She picked up another bag of chips, this time some Takis. She took her load of food to the counter, dropped it there as Shang-Chi joined her, and then went to the soda machine for her horchata. Shang-Chi waited for it all to be rung up and bagged, deciding to pay the ten cents for some plastic bags that could double as trash bags on the ride back, and told the cashier to add an extra large drink once he got a glimpse of Katy coming back towards him.

They got everything together and then went out to the car, a 2016 Jaguar XJ. Katy had done the research and found a place that rented out luxury cars for $50 or so a day, and their boss had gone for it. Nothing had gone wrong dropping off the cars, so she had hope nothing would happen on the way back. They drove cars this nice or nicer every day they were at work, so that wasn’t what had worried her.

It was her and Shang-Chi’s other life that had her hoping nothing went wrong.

They got in the car, and she ran her hand over the brown leather seats. “Okay, taco shop, then the freeway?” he asked.

“We can skip the tacos as long as I can find an In-N-Out,” she said with a grin. “I heard animal fries are the bomb.”

“There’s an In-N-Out on Jefferson back home,” Shang-Chi pointed out.

“I know that, but I didn’t know the secret menu before this week,” she said. “Call it a sheltered upbringing.”

“Fine, we’ll get In-N-Out. And for the record, animal style burgers, no pickles. Just trust me.” He buckled into the driver’s side while Katy buckled into the passenger side and he started the car and got out of the lot. They were maybe five blocks away from the AM-PM when Shang-Chi’s emergency other life alert went off on his phone. “Shit.”

“You go, I find a hotel and hunker down with all this food and do DoorDash if it’s not enough, big man. Go save the world.” He pulled over and he handed her the keys. “Come back safe.”

He leaned over and kissed her quickly. “Will do.” He pulled out his phone, called a number and a minute later Wong had opened up a portal for him. Katy shook her head and got into the car, putting the keys in the ignition and pulling out her own cell to find a hotel. This is what happened when you dated a superhero, she thought to herself. But at least she had a kickass car to drive for a bit.

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For your 25th -- Pondlock, bright red, 11

I went back to an old Pondlock series for this fic, "A Past Love." The prompt for this one was "She needed to proofread her work," and the 30 Day Writing Challenge prompt was "18. Use the title of the last song you've listened to," which happened to be "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift. Enjoy!

Blank Space - Amy has insomnia before John and Molly's wedding and attempts to write, but finds she's blocked until Sherlock makes a suggestion.

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Amy stared at the word document page open on her laptop. It was a blank space surrounded by the margins and the commands that the program used, because she was blocked. As a child she had made up stories about the Doctor and the adventures they would have had; now, as an adult, she had the urge to write something but nothing came. She couldn’t sleep after her trip with the Doctor, Sherlock, John and Molly, and she’d gone to her laptop to toy with some ideas she’d had based on her adventures with the Doctor and the stories she’d made up as a child.

But her mind was drawing a blank at the words.

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and pushing her glasses up. It was easy to write travel stuff that went with her modeling. Writing her speech for John and Molly’s wedding had been a snap. Writing lyrics to some of the compositions Sherlock had shared with her of his? Piece of cake. But trying to actually write was like dipping a sieve into her brain and watching all the good ideas run right back in.

Two hands on her shoulders told her she wasn’t alone anymore and she looked up to see Sherlock looking down at her. “Insomnia?” he asked.

“A bit. I just...traveling with the Doctor again inspired me, but I can’t get the words out. I know I was writing in the past, but now I just...can’t.”

“Maybe I can help,” Sherlock said. “Bring your laptop to the sitting room.”

Amy raised an eyebrow but did as he said, following the man she loved now to see what he could do. She took a few minutes to really study him; that was one thing John didn’t do in his blog entries was to really describe the way he looked, the way he moved with a feline grace, the way he held himself.

“You’re thinking about me the way a writer would,” he said, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“I am,” she admitted with a soft smile. “Just thinking about how John never describes you in his blog posts. But I could do it.”

“Then do it,” he said, gesturing to her favorite seat in the sitting room. “I’ll go make us some coffee because I’m awake too. I’m too nervous that something will go wrong with the wedding to sleep.”

“We’ll be no good to John and Molly if we’re zombies.”

“We just need to stand by their sides and make it through the reception. After that, we can crash.” He waited for her to sit before he went into the kitchen. “Write about me, and then try and write how you would describe the Doctor.”

“Which incarnation?”

“Whichever one you feel inclined to,” he said, filling the coffee pot up with water. “You aren’t used to this new incarnation, so I’d imagine you’ll have an easier time with the earlier one.”

She nodded and he continued to make coffee as she typed out first a description of Sherlock and after three full paragraphs moved onto the Doctor. Just picturing the mop haired older version made it easier, and by the time Sherlock brought her a cup of coffee sweetened to her taste she’s already moved on from descriptions to an actual story. He read over her shoulder for a moment, not interrupting her, and then kissed the top of her head and moved to his seat, picking up an old case file and looking it over. As the sun rose, she realized she had an entire chapter of a story loosely based on her childhood done. She needed to proofread her work soon, but having that much written was an accomplishment. Her fingers were flying over the keyboard, the blurred bright red shapes of her painted nails clicking on each key...she hadn’t felt this inspired in a long time.

Maybe something good would come out of it...

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For your 25th -- McMolly, red, 25

So this is also an answer to the 30-Day Writing Challenge for the prompt "Write about two characters dancing together"! It's short, but I hope you enjoy it.

Our Golden Hour (A "The Best Laid Plans" Story) - Leonard and Molly share a dance in the kitchen after a successful dinner party.

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Molly was listening to the song “Golden Hour,” or at least the cover by VoicePlay, a band she admired greatly, and doing the dishes from a successful dinner party when Leonard came into the room. “This song again?” he teased, but there was a smile on his face as he said it, going up behind Molly to wrap his arms around her waist.

“I like it!” she said with a laugh, taking a moment to brush her wet hands on her apron. The water was hot because the tap wasn't working right, and her hands were reddened by the hot water.. “It’s just so sweet and lovely and romantic.”

“I know that’s your favorite kind of music,” he said, swaying in time to the music and pulling her into swaying with him. She abandoned the dishes as the first stanza ended and turned in Leonard’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You know, I never would have thought there’d be a moment where I could dance with you again after the bar in Georgia. Now we dance together all the time.”

I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you Shine It's your golden hour Oh, oh, oh You slow down time In your golden hour

“We really do, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. And it’s nice.” Leonard moved his hands to her hips and pulled away slightly before lifting a hand up and twirling her around, much to her amusement. A laugh escaped her lips before he pulled her back in nice and close.

“Did you dance a lot with your ex-wife?” she asked curiously.

“No, but I danced with Joanna standing on my feet. My wife claimed I had two left feet.”

“That’s utter shite,” Molly said defensively.

“You know that and Iknow that,” but then, she’s always been a liar.

“I’m sorry. I ruined a lovely moment,” she said, wincing.

“No you didn’t. The music is still playing, I have a beautiful woman in my arms…what more is there to ask for?” he said, smiling down at her.

“A kiss?”

“Wouldn’t say no to one,” he said with a bigger grin. He leaned in as she moved upward to meet in the middle. The kiss was soft, but both of them were smiling and she knew that even though she’d made it awkward for a moment, she would always appreciate these moments, just in case anything ever happened to take Leonard away from her.

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