Of Sanctuary and Ships and, well, not Ceiling Wax...
First, if you even consider shipping Will/Magnus, Sanctuary fans, run don't walk to read:
Carentan fics
missparker's Throw a Little Salt, We Were Never Here
ceilidh's Comes the Night and the delicious follow up Take a Break
Out of the Blue fic
sheikah's the stars have all been blown out
cata_clysmiic's untitled
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Second, that Will POV pre-series character piece I was working on hit 4297 words last night. It's like three scenes from done and I could use a quick once-over beta for proofreading. It's Will not really unrequited but unconsummated OFC, and it's very sad, so if you're hormonal or sensitive, you won't want to offer.
Small snippet:
At set break, he catches her elbow on two fingers when she hurries past. “Laura.”
She stops in her tracks. “You’re here.” The note she hits breaks his heart even more than the song. He can’t decide if she sounds more like a kid whose dad finally showed up for the recital he’d been promising to attend or just touched, like a new girlfriend getting a surprise gift.
Will smiles, bruised eyes crinkling up at the corners and burning with a determined light. “I called in sick.”
Something unreadable flickers in her eyes - hurt, maybe, but it’s there and then gone so fast Will can’t tell, and, anyway, she replaces it with a bright smile on raspberry glossed lips. He hasn’t seen that color for a few weeks and he’s missed it.
She rests her hand over his, almost as briefly as that tiny flicker before, a butterfly alighting for a charmed instant. “Thanks.”
Her second set has more lightness in it. ‘Begin the Beguin’ makes a reappearance, and ‘Sweet Georgia Brown’. He recognizes a few more songs because he’s been listening to jazz on his portable CD player, including ‘Stardust’, and he almost thinks she’s teasing him with ‘What’s it All About, Alfie?’ Whether it really has anything to do with him or not, the lightness, the set-selection, Will has no idea, but the smile she flashes him before she plays her last encore feels like a game-winning home run.
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And third, I think I just bunnied myself. I already have the Curios fic (an episode by episode look at what Will remembers about Helen), the 'almost caught' fic (shh secret), and a space AU in progress. Noir detective Will and client Magnus, anyone?
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Fourth and unrelatedly: OMGPRIMEVAL. Becker! Emily! Matt! Jess! Abby! Reeeeeeeeeeeex! Connor!
Carentan fics
missparker's Throw a Little Salt, We Were Never Here
ceilidh's Comes the Night and the delicious follow up Take a Break
Out of the Blue fic
sheikah's the stars have all been blown out
cata_clysmiic's untitled
* * *
Second, that Will POV pre-series character piece I was working on hit 4297 words last night. It's like three scenes from done and I could use a quick once-over beta for proofreading. It's Will not really unrequited but unconsummated OFC, and it's very sad, so if you're hormonal or sensitive, you won't want to offer.
Small snippet:
At set break, he catches her elbow on two fingers when she hurries past. “Laura.”
She stops in her tracks. “You’re here.” The note she hits breaks his heart even more than the song. He can’t decide if she sounds more like a kid whose dad finally showed up for the recital he’d been promising to attend or just touched, like a new girlfriend getting a surprise gift.
Will smiles, bruised eyes crinkling up at the corners and burning with a determined light. “I called in sick.”
Something unreadable flickers in her eyes - hurt, maybe, but it’s there and then gone so fast Will can’t tell, and, anyway, she replaces it with a bright smile on raspberry glossed lips. He hasn’t seen that color for a few weeks and he’s missed it.
She rests her hand over his, almost as briefly as that tiny flicker before, a butterfly alighting for a charmed instant. “Thanks.”
Her second set has more lightness in it. ‘Begin the Beguin’ makes a reappearance, and ‘Sweet Georgia Brown’. He recognizes a few more songs because he’s been listening to jazz on his portable CD player, including ‘Stardust’, and he almost thinks she’s teasing him with ‘What’s it All About, Alfie?’ Whether it really has anything to do with him or not, the lightness, the set-selection, Will has no idea, but the smile she flashes him before she plays her last encore feels like a game-winning home run.
* * *
And third, I think I just bunnied myself. I already have the Curios fic (an episode by episode look at what Will remembers about Helen), the 'almost caught' fic (shh secret), and a space AU in progress. Noir detective Will and client Magnus, anyone?
* * *
Fourth and unrelatedly: OMGPRIMEVAL. Becker! Emily! Matt! Jess! Abby! Reeeeeeeeeeeex! Connor!