Fluffy little ficlet about Modern!Will and Modern!Sappho. Yes, surprise surprise.

The remembers the sound of the doorbell ringing, far too loud, far too shrill. He remembers shuffling to the door, his colossal hangover making each step agony. He remembers opening the door and seeing Sappho's heartbroken, tear-streaked face and he certainly remembers ( Read more... )

It's New Year's Eve in the Shakespeare household and the girls have found an old photo album.

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'This is going to take forever!' Judith groans, looking around the garage. The garage is piled high with junk of every sort: cardboard boxes full of dusty books, old scraps of tinsel, ornaments gifted to the Shakespeares that were too ugly to even have ( Read more... )

The morning after for Will, Anne and Kit. This was originally intended as a happy fic, but it sort of evolved. Oops. Again, for gemgemgembird (because she's really brilliant).

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Will is the first to be woken by the gentle shifting of a naked body against his own. The brush of smooth skin over his ribs is a pleasant awakening. He blinks up at the ceiling for a few ( Read more... )

Modern AU with Kit and Will and the Shakespeare girls. This thing just came out of nowhere, tbh. A sort of get well soon thing for kiitos13.

Will stands frozen in the doorway, staring at the alien sight on his cheap, faded Ikea sofa. Amongst the blankets and the tattered cushions lie three bodies; two small ones and a bigger one. Two dark-haired mounds ( Read more... )

Originally written for kiitos13's birthday. But other people wanted to read it, so~
Warning: Contains Bob Greene and excess fluff.

'Fucking Bob Greene!' Kit Marlowe spits, kicking out at a chair, sending it clattering to the floor. 'That prick. How fucking dare he?' He feels his blood boiling in his veins and a flush rising in his cheeks. 'I should go back ( Read more... )

Hierocles is away. Elagabalus takes the opportunity to play some pranks on unsuspecting playwrights.

'Come on, you have to have another drink.' Elagabalus hiccups and waves an arm for a slave to refill Kit and Will's goblets.

'Nooo, we're fffine.' Will giggles as the slave pours anyway. They're all flushed and shiny-cheeked partly from the ( Read more... )