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[indiaalphawhiskey]

Fake summary please for this made up title:

Flip me off and I’ll flip you over

🎸 Flip Me Off and I’ll Flip You Over

It had been an honest mistake, hand to God.

Louis had seen him last night, two rows away from the front, eyes closed and mouthing along perfectly to All This Time, his sweaty tendrils framing his forehead and the sleeves of his Faith in the Future tee artfully cut off.

They had made flirty - some would even say, obscenely heated - eye contact under the bright lights.

That’s how Louis knew about the dimples; that’s why Louis ran to the barricade three songs too early and a little too far to the left. He didn’t actually see if one of the hands that had so desperately clutched at him belonged to Dimples, but he’d thought it safe to think so. (No one stood that close to the stage, totally dolled up in their little outfit just to make eyes at the artist all night and not try to touch him. Please.)

But the thing was, Louis was also just a wee bit hungover this morning; cranky, headache-y, and severely under-caffeinated after a late night at the club and an inhumane five a.m. radio interview call time. Not to mention being unceremoniously manhandled into the car by Joni after some fans got a tad too excitable at the entrance.

So when he saw Dimples for the second concert in a row, now strategically stationed outside his dressing room wearing leather trousers in 36 degree weather, smiling at Louis like that…

Well, he’d just kind of… assumed.

“Bit too early to be this thirsty for a back room shag, darling, innit?” Louis snarked over the pounding in his head. Though he squeezed his eyes shut behind his dark sunglasses, he didn’t miss the startled look on Dimples’ face.

“W-wh—” he stammered, seemingly bewildered. “I—I beg your pardon?”

Louis would roll his eyes at the impeccable feigned innocence if he wasn’t so dizzy. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he peeked one eye open at the same time he lifted his coffee up to his mouth. Caffeine would save him.

He smirked a little at the deep blush on Dimples’ cheeks; at how caught out he clearly was. The movement only made Louis’ head hurt more.

“Posh little thing, aren’t ya?” He observed off-handedly, wincing at the reverberating sounds inside his head over the brim of his cup. Out of the corner of his eye, he clocked the pen in Dimples’ hand and he tipped his head as far as he could without giving himself vertigo to point at it. “Want me to sign your chest or something? Will that get you to leave me alone?”

Dimples narrowed his eyes at Louis in what seemed like the perfect cross between confusion and annoyance. “Ex-cuse me—”

“Come on then,” Louis interrupted impatiently. With a heavy sigh, he gestured with his palm to hand over the pen. “Just lift up your shirt and let’s get this over with—”

“Oh good, you’ve met!” Oli’s voice was so loud it made Louis flinch. Well, it was either his volume or the two forceful slaps he clapped on Louis’ back as he beamed as Dimples. “Louis Tomlinson,” he said, with a dramatic drumroll-type tone to his voice, “meet the legendary Harry Styles, youngest senior concert critic in Rolling Stone magazine history!”

To say those were the absolute worst words Louis could have possibly heard at that moment would have been incorrect. Mostly because the absolute worst words Louis could have possibly heard at that moment were the next six: “He’s here to review your tour!”

Louis lifted his horrified gaze to Harry’s face slowly. Their eyes locked, anger flashing across Harry’s features as he crossed his arms over his chest. Ironically, the lanyard of his press pass was now painfully obvious where it hung around his neck.

“Charmed,” he deadpanned.

Whoops.

— or, Louis Tomlinson’s World Tour was off to a great start until he royally fucked up by mistaking a world famous concert critic for a groupie. Then again, it’s not like anyone said Harry Styles couldn’t be both.

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[theriverbeyond]

fic title: "at the top of my lungs (in my arms)"

griddlehark

PLOT:

Modern AU. Harrowhark has just returned home from a disastrous first year at Canaan University. Her advisor (Abigail Pent) is begging her to give it another shot, but Harrow can barely even drag herself out of bed every morning much less think about returning.

The story is told in 2nd person, & is a mix of flashbacks to what really happened during the year, interspersed with Harrowhark in the present trying to pull the shambles of her life together. It's difficult. Beyond difficult. Harrow has to content with an empty house, a broken heart, and an overflowing grief that she cannot even begin to name. Eventually, though, she may finally gain the courage to speak about what she went through and who she lost.

RANDOM PLOT POINTS:

At some point, family friend Ortus (who she has long despised) manages to get through to her by dragging her to one of his poetry jams. She spends the entire time sneering, hiding in the back and swearing death on Ortus' whole line, but that night, another sleepless ache, Harrow sits down and writes her first poem, a love letter to ******. She can't bring herself to address the poem, but it's the first crack in her armor, and her first step twoards recovery

Harrow uses poetry to process her feelings/grief, find connection with others (begrudgingly tolerence of Ortus -> genuine affection and care as he never gives up on her and they reconcile their past differences), and be able to feel in some way like she is holding Gideon even when she never will again

The last chapter is like, Harrow doing a spoken word poetry preformance about Gideon (rip!!!) woven in with her finally being able to return to campus after two years away

Flashbacks are like, Harrow (pre-med/bio major) and Gideon (poetry/lit major) went to Canaan University together. Harrow because it was always her dream, Gideon to follow Harrow. Over the year their lifelong situationship becomes something more. They go from sharing late night study sessions and friends to sharing spit and freshman year dorm sickness and even a bed -- and finally, both end up victim to a senseless act of violence that ultimately takes Gideon's life and leaves Harrow shattered

TAGS:

Grief/Mourning

Nonlinear Narrative

Ortus redemption arc

Gideon haunts the narrative

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#griddlehark #ask #anon #IF ANYONE WANTS TO WRITE THIS. PLEASE ID LOVE TO READ IT. #ask games #fake fic summary

[beardyboyzx]

for @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome

Hello, Magpie!

This moodboard and this fake fic summary are my gift for you, in the hopes that you will like them 💕

There's things that we'll never know for @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome

wc: 25K | rating: M

relationship: Harry/Louis

It's the very first Grammy Award Night Louis Tomlinson is supposed to attend. However, nobody seems to be able to find him after he ran away from the Red Carpet.

Or: Louis Tomlinson's life has always been full of pain and regrets, ever since the day he was born. Now at thirty years old, he's about to receive an important award for his second solo album, but he feels lost and overwhelmed by all the attention.

Enter Harry Styles: part-time driver, part-time photographer, part-time tattoo artist, full-time storyteller extraordinaire, in constant search for a muse (and himself.)

When Louis runs right into his car, urging him to take him somewhere far away, neither of them know their lives are gonna change forever.

tags: Alternate Universe, Famous/Non-Famous, Famous Louis, Non-Famous Harry, Strangers to Lovers, Angst with an Happy Ending

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[allusiontomemes]

My Soulmate Can’t Be This Fucking Awful

(this is for that ask prompt where i write a summary for a random fic title)

There was no way. He knew he wasn't the greatest member of society, he wasn't some high society philanthropist by any stretch of the imagination. Grian was a villain, after all, ever since the day he'd found mushrooms growing out of his hair. Perhaps it was only fair, that he'd be trapped in a world where the only way he could go was down.

After all, what kind of cruel fate would bind him to the fucking mayor of all things?

#aka 'fuck cops!' the fic #i can imagine a lot of societal worldbuilding in this one #super powers and super villains perhaps? #also yes this is season 7 mycellium resistance #fake fic summary #hermitcraft

[sweetestofchaos]

My All ║ C.YJ

Said you'd never let a fuck Nigga hit it  Then you went and gave a fuck Nigga children  Die for you I'd give my heart and both my kidneys  Lie for you and do the time

➻ Pairing: Radio Host!Youngjae x Pregnant!Reader  

➻ Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Dad AU, Friends to Lovers 

➻ Rating: Teen

➻ Summary: Choi Youngjae has loved you since sixteen. You see him as your best friend and nothing more. As adults he watched you get into stupid relationships with men who didn’t deserve you and it killed him a little every time. When one bad judgement call threatens everything you know, Youngjae comes up with a plan to fix it all. Tell everyone Youngjae is the father of your baby. Lie to everyone and become the happy family that you both want. Simple, right? What could possibly go wrong?

➻ Warnings/themes: Feelings...lots of feelings, Crying, Suggestive Moments, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Baby Talk, Mentions of Cheating, Lying, Comedy, Mentions of Birth. More Warnings In Each Chapter.

➻ Song Inspo: Scorpio Moon ~ Phabo

➻ Resources: 1, 2, 3

Coming Soon...

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

#soc youngjae #choi youngjae #got7 youngjae #daddy youngjae #got7 dad au #got7 ambw #got7 fluff #got7 angst #my all #exqueuese me #fake fic summary

[lyranova]

"The Masks We Wear" for a fake fic title

Zerilliam mayhaps? 😏

Hiya Camy! Ooo let’s see 👀!

“ Zera Cassia is the young heiress to a multi-million dollar company that is currently in crisis due to her father falling ill. William Vangeance on the other hand, is the bastard son of the current CEO to a once failed but now ‘skyrocketing’ company. Despite the two companies being competitiors, Zera and William have never once met each other. At least, not until one evening during a masquerade ball where Zera decides to boldly announce the two are to be married in order to get away from some…very unsuitable suitors. Oh, and did I also mention that the two companies are covers for their respective family’s mafia businesses?”

#asks #camy❄️ #my lovely mutuals #fake fic title summary #zerilliam #zera x william #william x zera #oc; zera #william vangeance #ask game

[thesweetnessofspring]

🐝 Flowers in December

(for the fake fic game)

Ooooh thank you for the playing the fake fic game!

🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it!

"Flowers in December"

Despite the Capitol being taken down and the Games ending, Katniss claims that she'll only marry when flowers grow in December. Her wartime buddy and hopeful suitor Peeta takes up the challenge, looking for the strongest, heartiest flower to bloom despite the snow.

#fake fic game #i imagine this would be a one-shot so the summary is kinda short #thank you for playing! 😊

[foxgirlplushie]

🐝 ‘This could lead to excellence (or serious injury)’

cutter/lappland, graphic depictions of violence, dead dove do not eat, bloodplay, knifeplay, vague suicidal ideation, near death experiences

#not a summary but this is the kinda fic i wouldnt write a summary for i think the tags speak for themselves pretty well #sorry #fake fic ask game #nsft

[shrinkthisviolet]

🐝La Vie est Belle

Kamilla fell in love with photography for a very simple reason: life was beautiful, and she wanted ample time to admire every facet of it. Maybe it was no match for superpowers. But with every new photo, every smile from the Team, every time she saw their shoulders relax...Kamilla figured it was her superpower. It’s easy for Kamilla to feel hopeless when her home city is filled with chaos every week and she has no power to stop it. It’s harder still to explain to some people why she hangs around so many metahumans when she has no power to help them. But sometimes the light catches on a butterfly’s wings just right, she snaps a photo that takes her breath away, and the Team takes a moment to admire it while the stresses of their latest battle fall away…and she knows better.

fake fic ask game!

#the summary took me a little while lol but hopefully the gist comes across #my mind IMMEDIATELY went to kamilla and her photography for this one #kamilla is 100% the type of photographer who fell into it because of a love for life #and thus she's able to bring HOPE to the team in her own way...just like iris #fake fic ask game

[ladyofthenoodle]

🐝 I know you tried (I know you’re cursed)

blaming you and @bittersweetresilience for making me think about felix and emilie and amelie. originally i was thinking about sunny's thoughts about felix and amelie's relationship and his thoughts on what she did while colt was alive. but then i started thinking about him looking at that painting of emilie and. well.

He remembers Aunt Emilie trying to convince his mother to leave. He hadn't really understood the first time - why Aunt Emilie had pleaded or why his mother had been so sure they couldn't go, even though they'd traveled to visit Paris at least twice a year at the time. By the time he'd understood, really understood, Aunt Emilie's voice had already started to grow weaker. It wasn't much longer after that his mother was the one who was pleading, this time for Aunt Emilie to stay. By then, Félix knew it wasn't about staying in London a little longer. He didn't realize the pleas of both sisters were doomed until later, when his father left first. That the sisters' lives were tied together and cursed to be apart. That they'd never be happy and free together, him and mother and Emilie and Adrien. But oh, how they'd tried. He'd always love Aunt Emilie for that.

for the fake fic ask game

#asukiess #this is probably more than a summary but it's less than a fic so #anyways you probably deserve more than a summary since i took SO LONG to answer this one #i can't believe i wrote a fake fic summary about felix what have you all done to me #ask game

[insomnikat-mused]

🐑 tags: canon divergent, side hussles, get that bread, team 7 shenanigans

"For soap," Sakura hissed as she postured and dragged the zipper of her top down slowly.

She needed this. After weeks of living and sleeping outdoors, she needed a warm bath and a fluffy blanket. Unfortunately, the budget for their mission had sorely underestimated the inflation rates in the city. They couldn't even pay Sai's bail after he insulted and got into a fight with the hotel security.

"For ramen," Naruto murmured to himself as he-- no, Sakura couldn't bring herself to look. "Hey. Where do you think Kakashi-sensei went?"

the fake fic ask game.

#😂😂😂 #spoilers: they're changing into clown costumes. Or furry mascots. What happens in this nonexistent fic stays nonexistent #i had to stop and remind myself this is JUST a summary #ask game #team 7 #fake fic #naruto prompt

[theriverbeyond]

For the title game, "Bone and Steel, Ash and Blood'?

PLOT:

Character study fic post GtN where Palamades and Gideon's soul end up in the same River bubble. Parallels are made between Palamades' explosion and Gideon's self-impalement, and Camilla & Harrow's grief for them. Fic is told from Gideon or Palamades' POV, with Camilla and Harrow only being marked by their absence -- not death, because it is Gideon and Pal that are dead, but fic explores how entangled Pal and Gideon are with their respective partner and how does that show its head when they are ripped away?

RANDOM PLOT POINTS:

Exploring the devotion of the cavalier!!! The relationship between necromancer and cavalier, and the constraints and freedoms it grants. Gideon and Palamades having philosophical conversations!!

Gideon and Palamades discussing their erotica tastes. this is for ME. Maybe they clash horribly in taste. Maybe they get along like a gasoline fire and end up betaing each others smut-written-on-the-walls!!

Gideon getting some fucking friendship. for once in her life

Gideon doesn't believe she IS entangled w Harrow, Palamades is all too aware of how entagled he is w Cam. They discuss!!! Maybe Gideon even gets a littke therapizing

TAGS:

Two ghosts, one dream bubble

Character study

Bromance of the myriad

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#fake fic summary #ask games #ask #m to the 6th power #trying something a lil different i want more pal n gideon bromance

[extraneousdominomask]

ohshitnearlyforgotaboutthis

Okay! I'd make a snarky joke about "you people clearly hating Sleuth Academy" or something, but now that I think about it I'm not sure I would've relished taking a name passingly mentioned exactly once and trying to spin it out into a full location. Instead, we've landed on the option that gives me the most leeway to come up with a self-contained adventure. Neat!

(Shoutout to @theomaru, who made some interesting suggestions in the replies of the last post! I think exploring one or more experiences that shaped Carmelita's outlook is a definitely solid concept, so thanks for chiming in!)

We're almost ready to get rolling, I think, so this might be the final question...

#Part of me was flirting with the idea of copping out and just writing a fake summary #but this experiment has gone better than I expected so you guess are owed a full fic!

[allusiontomemes]

Grian and Scar Discover the Secrets Under Their Couch

(this is for that ask prompt where i write a summary for a random fic title)

"Are you going to look first, or me?" Grian whispered, sparing a glance behind him to Scar, who was holding the end of a broom like it was a sword.

"Wh-what? Me?" Scar hissed back. "No way! You go!"

Grian rolled his eyes, but he hesitated reaching out. With a final breath, he shot forward and knelt down to peek under the gap.

The creature, with its tattered wings and cool grey skin, bared its sharp teeth at him, and grabbed at his turtleneck sweater.

Grian screamed.

Scar screamed, louder somehow. "What is it?? What's going on?"

"Don't just stand there!" Grian retaliated, trying to rip his sweater free. "Help me!"

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Or: Grian and Scar deal with a new roommate of dubious origins.

#modern au with a fantasy twist? more likely than you think #also the vex is probably cub because convex you get me #hermitcraft #fake fic summary

[lizardthelizard]

ouattober2023 Day 9 - OC: Lampwick

"I think sometimes, for people like you and me, the deck is always gonna be stacked against us."

fake/real (aka, Chaos in the Season 6 Wish Realm)

Back when Pinocchio was still a puppet, he befriended a boy called Lampwick. One night, the two of them ran away from home, joining a handful of other restless children in their village, and sailing to the shores of Pleasure Island. The island, however, was not what it appeared to be. Pinocchio narrowly missed the fate of being transformed into a donkey. Lampwick and the others were not so lucky.

Lampwick didn't stay a donkey, though. Rescued from the island by Pan, he eventually found his way back to the Enchanted Forest again, and re-met with an older -more human- Pinocchio, instantly rekindling an old friendship.

Years later the two drifted apart again. Pinocchio did his best to rid himself of the bad habits he'd fallen into over the years and Lampwick refused to follow the same path. However, the pair crossed paths once more after Pinocchio helped Princess Emma to leave the realm, and he and finds himself turning to Lampwick for help when there are resulting consequences stemming from this action.

Name: Romeo Lampwick

Nicknames: Wick, Lamp

Height: 6'2

Age: 40 (+ unspecified years in Neverland)

Home: (Wish Realm equivalents of): The Enchanted Forest, Neverland, Pleasure Island

Gets on well with: Eugene, Ned Land, Tinker Bell

Doesn't get on with: The Blue Fairy, Robin Hood, Felix, Jiminy

'It's complicated': Pinocchio, Baelfire, Bart, Peter Pan

Face claim: Beppe Fiorello

anyway:

#(summary and nonsense character stats under the cut) #also spoilers for chap 8 of fake/real oashduashdasd #ouattober2023 #fake/real #ouat #anyway sorry I needed to be self indulgent about my fic for a second so this was the perfect excuse #my gifs #lampwickcore #haven't written him for 7 months now 😭💔 lampwick sweetie I'm so sorry I'll get back to ruining your life soon I swear #ANYWAY I know that only 1-5 people will care about this but god I had so much fun making this set #and!! I got so excited about fake/real again! that I managed to plot 4 more scenes for the latest chapter today!

[wereshrew-admirer]

......Regency Era AU 

Duvall came to Eastern Folly as a student, but though he comes from a good family the high society of Sangfielle paralleled the common folk in their disdain for the old dominion. struggling to keep his place among the nobles, he regularly took long walks in the countryside to avoid doing anything rash in response to the taunting of his peers. 

On one such walk in the spring he met a young farmer wandering far from home and restless despite the season’s usually bone-wearying work of plowing and planting. they’d been forbidden from working the fields until the crops emerged, having been caught the year prior attempting to plant unearthly seeds in the soil. 

The farmer had never met a nobleman and their suspicion of Duvall was no different from their hesitancy to trust any of his class. Duvall, well accustomed to hostility by now, found this a refreshing change from the sneering of his supposed peers. 

The farmer, for their part, was pleasantly surprised first when instead of taking offense Duvall shared in their complaints of the local ruling class, and second when he reacted with genuine (and even enthusiastic) interest when they mentioned their theories on unorthodox methods for increasing crop yield. 

The two formed a habit, unintentional at first, of meeting along the shore of the large lake to the west of town, laughing together until the suns hung low on the horizon. they became close that summer, but when the weather cooled and harvesting began the farmer was called back to work, their size and strength appreciated by their family even when their mind was not. 

Duvall continued his afternoon walks until the frosts fell over the land and chilled his feet, but his friend did not return. All winter he sat at his bedroom window looking out at the low hills surrounding Eastern Folly, dreaming of the day he might hear the farmer’s laughter and forget, if only briefly, the strict world in which he lived his daily life. 

He got his wish the following spring, before even the first of the year’s new leaves unfurled -he found his farmer working among a construction crew near the marketplace Duvall frequented. At first he was overjoyed, but when the farmer caught his eye and called to him from the scaffolding of a new building, Duvall realized at once that they were not alone, and that any number of his enemies might witness his association with this commoner and use it to their advantage. 

Still, his desire to speak to his friend was strong, and he managed to pass word to the farmer of a time and place for them to meet in private. 

The farmer, blind to Duvall’s concerns and new to both urban life in general and the vulgar stories passed among their new coworkers, misinterpreted this request and arrived at the proposed meeting place with expectations well beyond those Duvall had intended. 

Surprised but far from offended, Duvall found himself drawn into the farmer’s arms and an affair of the sort he’d thought only possible in the most frivolous of fictions. But unlike his clothes, the farmer was unable to strip from him the true reasons for his discretion. 

Duvall was a scholar. To access his studies he must remain in the good graces of his family, and to do so meant that though he was allowed to fly far from the nest, he was to remain a respected member of high society wherever he landed. And the farmer was far below his station in both class and temperament. To be seen together would ruin him. 

And so when they met, they did so in secret, and only with great caution on Duvall’s part.

This would prove disastrous for any love that may have grown between them when Duvall received a scholarship that took him far from Eastern Folly on such short notice that he was unable to find the time away from watchful eyes to inform the farmer of his departure. 

Though he tried to write, his letters were returned to him undelivered. In desperation he wrote to the farmer’s parents under the guise of a business owner seeking work owed, and to his horror, this was the only letter that received a response: his lover had been conscripted and was soon thereafter killed in battle. 

Years later, Duvall returned to Eastern Folly in time to see its change into Blackwick county, and established himself there as a humble professor. Finally tolerated by the local gentry, if only, he suspected, as a source of entertainment. Still, this afforded him the freedoms he had originally sought in his flight from Aldomina - to study as he saw fit, and to research first hand those subjects that caught his interest. 

And he was not altogether as lonely as he seemed - he made what he thought were genuine friends in a rival scholar whose humor was all that saved him from constant scandal, and in a lady who shared Duvall’s foreign tongue and whom would have faced similar trials if not for her cool demeanor that allowed insults to roll off of her like beads of water off a duck’s back (unlike Duvall, who continued to struggle to control himself when sufficiently frustrated well beyond the years of when such things are expected of young men). Others, too, were kind enough to him that he felt at ease in Blackwick, if not at home. 

Parties, unfortunately, were still an uncomfortable necessity to remain in good favor with the patrons he had managed to acquire on his own, and to satisfy his now-distant family who continued to send him financial support from time to time with the hope that he might someday marry and expand the reach of their line into the heartland. 

And so every few weeks he’d spend an evening suffering the ignorant questions of those attempting to stave off their own boredom. He was painfully aware that most attending these social events had no genuine interest in his research, and so when the gaggle of dull-witted gentry abandoned him for some new amusement, Duvall felt nothing but gratitude to the unfortunate newcomer whose mysterious origin drew their attention.

It was a general, he found out later, having “returned” to Blackwick after a successful campaign in the bloodfields absolutely dripping in awards and medals and tales of gloriously violent exploits. Duvall’s gratitude for the distraction they posed did not extend to his curiosity, as not much turned his stomach quicker than did the glorification of military men who stood on the backs of soldiers who had no choice but to die fighting under their heel - a sensitivity that he did his best to hide, lest someone inquire as to how he picked it up.  

It was this that kept Duvall far from the circles that grew around the general, though the rumors were impossible to escape: Chine should died when a bullet tore through his face and took one of his eyes, but he had fought on to lead his men to victory as if unaffected by pain or blood loss. The list of battles they’d won was long, and they had become well known for their ferocity and willingness to face death alongside his soldiers. It was said that the very sight of their snarling face sometimes inspired their foes to surrender - The tales of their exploits nearly bore Duvall to tears. 

The only interesting line of gossip was the officer’s mysterious background. They were said to have come from Eastern Folly, but no local house claimed them. They spoke with the local accent, though, and bore features similar to those whose lines ran deep as the mines in these mountains. 

More curious yet, he would not identify the benefactor that sponsored their commission. Claiming again that they had ties to the land of Blackwick itself. What might have been a controversy that ruined a lesser man, Chine thrived on it. Equally fearsome on the ballroom floor, it was said, as they were in battle. 

This set Duvall off laughing whenever he heard it and so his friend and rival Lye Lychen took to announcing dance partners as though they had stepped into a boxing ring with the general, assigning points to potential suitors as they struggled to catch Chine’s attention through the normal means of flattery and sex appeal and over-practiced wit. 

While this often successfully got his shoulders shaking, Duvall managed to not so much as glance in the general’s direction. Lye’s obvious exaggeration of the situation became something of a game between the two of them and the Lady Es. She acted as a referee, confirming the truth or lie of Mr. Lychen’s claims whenever Duvall called it, saving him from actually looking himself - which added to the challenge for Lye, who was determined to craft a story just extravagant enough to draw Duvall’s curiosity without being flagged as false. Lady Es, in all fairness, never contradicted Lye until Duvall asked for her word. 

But Blackwick was not populous enough for such a game to continue forever. It was inevitable that eventually Duvall would look upon the general by accident, on or off of the dance floor. It happened late one evening after Duvall had drunk just enough to doubt himself - across the room a large group of people shifted, opening just enough to reveal at their center the figure that Duvall had thus far avoided. 

And fate would have it that the general, in that moment, also glanced in his direction. Duvall was frozen in place, staring with eyes so wide that he was sure to draw attention by his expression alone -  there across the hall stood his farmer, rendered nearly unrecognizable by the scars that cut bright lines through their freckles and dug deep pits into their face, but alive. He half-stumbled forward only to realize that a sea of party goers still blocked the path between them, and then recognition seemed to spark in the general’s eye and instead of reflecting the intensity of joy that Duvall felt for the briefest, sweetest moment, their expression shifted into a cold glare that seemed to take the floor out from below Duvall’s feet. 

Lyke was near enough to catch him, exclaiming, “woa now, you alright buddy? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”

Duvall grasped his friend’s arm for dear life, staring at the space where his farmer had been a moment before, replaced now by the ever-shifting crowd, and grateful for it, too - for a moment more of that hateful glare would surely have sent him to his own grave. He shook his head as if to clear it, blinking up at Lye and forcing a grin that he knew wouldn’t fool the man for a second, “you know - i - i might have”

#chine/duvall #regency era au ???? #my writing #??? #did not mean to write more than a summary but here we are #long post under the cut #sorry for my ignorance i am but a STEM person who encountered the smallest bit of a genre and was swept away #i'd like to write this in less of a fake flowery tone someday but i've got so so many fic wips #why is it so easy to hoard story fragments?? #images i feel compelled to finish but stories i'll just write and write and write and put back on my shelf for later #(this isn't good writing but it is an idea i'm having a fun time ruminating on for some reason)