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Day 10
Create a fanwork. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I knew this would be coming at some point in the challenge, but I was hoping it would be on a day I wasn't busy. Alas, that wasn't to be.
However, I can still post my response and the loss of picfor1000 this year means I've a counting words space empty in my life, so -- give me a pairing or character and prompt and I'll write you a drabble. By which I mean the old meaning of a drabble which is something exactly 100 words long.
Any fandom as long as I actually know it.
Because I am busy responses won't be immediate, but I will get to them asap.
Create a fanwork. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I knew this would be coming at some point in the challenge, but I was hoping it would be on a day I wasn't busy. Alas, that wasn't to be.
However, I can still post my response and the loss of picfor1000 this year means I've a counting words space empty in my life, so -- give me a pairing or character and prompt and I'll write you a drabble. By which I mean the old meaning of a drabble which is something exactly 100 words long.
Any fandom as long as I actually know it.
Because I am busy responses won't be immediate, but I will get to them asap.
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On one knee, Mikey tugs at a lime-green lace, pulling it tight. “I should be wearing a crown and you a tiara.”
Pete laughs, and even though he’s not looking up, Mikey can picture the curve of his smile, the way his eyes crinkle at both corners. “I can see it, except, you’d wear the tiara.”
“Yeah?” Mikey knots the lace before he tilts back his head. “And why are you the prince? I’m the one helping someone lace their new shoes.”
Pete’s all smile and good humour, affection bleeding through as he rests his hand on Mikey’s head, fingers buried in the snarl of bleached hair. “Because you’re pretty as a princess and I want to sweep you off your feet.”
“I’m no princess.” Mikey rolls his eyes, because Pete is ridiculous and any sweeping would result in a fall to the ground. But even so, the idea has merit. “But if you want to sweep….”
“I want to sweep,” Pete agrees, thumb rubbing over the shell of Mikey’s ear. “But stand up first. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
And that’s okay, because neither is Mikey, and he can’t help his smile as he stands.
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I'm so glad that you like this. I do like the idea of them growing older together, not so wild, but connected and always close friends.
Thank you!