3 x 3 sentence fics (24 July)

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3 more 3 sentence fics, all based on my current WiPs.

Pet

Romaine’s job meant he didn’t feel he had the time to devote to a pet, though he had put word around that he owned a dog. This was to assure anyone seeing him in Wolf form that it was just their quiet neighbour’s pet, and to explain any ‘dog fur’ on his clothes. Being your own pet was a good option for a shapeshifter.

Storm

Bryony had never been afraid of storms. Now she embraced them. She was the eye of the storm, the centre of the maelstrom, the weaver of the wind, mistress of the rain, and it was glorious.

Evening

A drink in his hand, the moon above him, the memory of the pleasant evening meal he’d shared with his closest friends – his family. Sean had a vocation and purpose; was loving and loved. What more could one want?

 

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Fic Snippet: Bonding (WRE)

One evening at the call centre, El asks to see Romaine’s Wolf form and reciprocates by shifting into her Cat form.
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Romaine hit the AWAY FROM DESK button and went off to the changing room – the double entendre was not lost on him.

He stripped off his clothes and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, held it for a count of three, let it out slowly, allowing the Wolf to take over.

The change was smooth enough, one knee creaking a bit, and he was sure his shoulders would benefit from this shift after he’d been sat at the desk so much this week. The twinge from the shrapnel was unmistakable but he didn’t grit his teeth. That only ever caused blood. He didn’t want to show El his wolf-form with blood dripping from his teeth like some fairytale predator.

He padded out into the hall and into the office. El had fetched the drinks and was sipping coffee. Her eyes widened and she put the mug down.

“Oh, Rommie. You’re gorgeous.” She moved to crouch down and stare into his eyes. “May I?” She gestured with one hand.

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Fic snippet: An Invitation

A snippet from my supernatural drama WiP featuring shapeshifters and set in modern day UK, on the England-Wales border.

Romaine (Wolf) and El (Cat) are currently working at a supernatural helpline but Romaine was a field agent until taking leave after an incident, and El is biding time until her chance to make field agent.

An Invitation

El glowered as she typed. “My family is having a party,” she said. “Anniversary party for my great-aunt Madelana and her husband Grant. They’ve hired a room at a social club, a DJ, catering, full bar.”

“Sounds nice?” Romaine ventured uncertainly, twisting on his swivel chair to look at her. El was upset about some aspect of this party.

“It might have been, except my cousin Laura will be there,” El fumed. “Laura whom I hate, not Laura I like. Nor Lana from Texas. Laura the smug asshole.”

Romaine typed a few things into the database, updating some records. El’s extended family seemed impossible to keep track of but he was fairly certain he’d not heard of hated!Laura before. “Right.”

“If I show up alone she’ll make a snide comment. She’s engaged to some dumbass but he’s always too busy to come anywhere with her. He’s supposedly jetsetting around the world, saving illiterate llamas or building toys for endangered children or something.” El shook her head. “Flashes her engagement ring, talks about her So Important work in finances in fucking London, and how Findus is combating climate change by travelling the world in aeroplanes and helicopters.”

Despite the obvious hyperbole and sarcasm, Romaine had to ask. “Findus?”

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Ficlet: Innocence

“He knows this gentle courtship might be all they’ll ever have”

The writer’s block persists so I will share an older ficlet, never before posted here.
Nikolai is a vampire (or close enough) and Cecilia the mortal he has his eye on, though he wonders if he should or will make her a vampire too.

Pre-canon for a longer work I’ve put aside for some years now, in which Nikolai and his bride have spent years together and face new challenges in the modern world.

Originally for the writerverse prompt “write a fic that ends with the line In that moment, it’s enough”

 

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Innocence

She is so very young – perhaps not so much by mortal standards, but certainly by his. Innocent, definitely. Not a beauty to most eyes, but he finds her attractive. Besides it’s not just the physical that Nikolai is drawn to and it never has been.

She no longer thinks of him as a demon, though he’s not yet told her exactly what he is. He has told her stories though, folklore and mythology, priming her in case he should want to reveal more of his nature.

He’s had mortal companions, most long gone by now, and friendships with others like him. He’s never made another like himself, never Changed anyone. He’s thought about it, thought that if he did, he wouldn’t be alone.

If he chose to, he could make this Cecilia like him. Yet deep down he knows that wouldn’t guarantee she’d stay with him. Nor would he do it without her consent, and she’s not ready to give him permission. She couldn’t yet understand what she’d be consenting to.

If he’s honest, he’s not ready to explain. Part of him fears she’ll turn on him if he tells her the whole truth of what he is. Part of him savours her innocence- he wants to enjoy those moments with her, to see the world through her eyes for a little longer.

He kneels at her feet, the same as he does almost every day now, while she embroiders, and begins another tale. She listens, a smile on her face, and it warms his heart to see her enjoyment.

He knows this gentle courtship might be all they’ll ever have. In that moment, it’s enough.