Help me, flist, you're my only hope!

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Don't worry, it's nothing dire!

Thing is, I want to write. The spirit is willing, but it's my time of the month and I'm tired, so my muse has pretty much gone AWOL. I don't feel like working on any of my current WIPs, but I reckon I could manage a few drabbles. Only thing is, I have no idea what to write

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Christmas on the HMS Angst A Lot (Nelson/Hardy, unrequited Beatty/Hardy), G

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(Ohhh, HMS Angst A Lot! How I love you, despite all the heartbreak! ;_;)

(Oh, please do keep going! :DD)

(Yeah, please. One day I'll remember to go back on and say hi to everyone. x_x)

Anyway, drabble time! Have some seasonal Beatty angst!

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It's supposed to be the season of goodwill, a day for making merry, even if they are at war, but merry is the last thing he feels as he sits there, cradling a brandy as the sound of the officers' laughter and singing swirls around him without actually touching him.

He doesn't want to look, he doesn't, he knows what he will see and he cannot bear it; but despite himself, he finds himself glancing up - just briefly - and bracing himself against the inevitable sear of pain.

Nelson sits at the head of the table, and there's Hardy at his right hand, of course. Their faces are flushed with drinking, and they're laughing at something - no different to anyone else in this room - but he can see how they don't look at anyone but each other, can almost feel the frisson of energy passing between them

Re: Christmas on the HMS Angst A Lot (Nelson/Hardy, unrequited Beatty/Hardy), G

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Aw no. ;_; I'll get you a new one for Christmas! And possibly a cuddly Beatty...

I'll do the next drabble after I've had my tea!

The Best Men (Nelson/Hardy/Beatty), PG-13

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(Sorry - I sort of... fell asleep before I could post this last night. XD

Re: The Best Men (Nelson/Hardy/Beatty), PG-13

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Awww. *squishes hard* Sorry to hear that, but YAY! Glad you liked it! :DDDD

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Antony/Enobarbus. Antony and Cleo like to roleplay each other while in bed together. Sometimes, they do it when they're each in bed with other people.

Tires and Mantles (Antony/Enobarbus), PG

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Good God, woman, are you some kind of mind-reader?! I've been meaning to write something like this for ages! XDDD

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"Good Enobarbus." His name is uttered on a single, husky breath. A hand reaches out to him, the profusion of gold bracelets chiming invitingly. Kohl-rimmed eyes watch him with smoky seductiveness as he approaches.

He takes the proffered hand, and grazes a kiss against the back of it, noting the sword callouses that scratch against his fingertips.

The absurdity of the situation catches up to him, and he cannot but laugh at it.

Antony draws back his hand in irritation. "What now?"

Still laughing, he explains honestly, "Only that it is hard, my lord, to take seriously this masquerade."

Antony's frown deepens, but any force it might have held is broken when he replies, in such a perfect mimicry of her, "Know you not, soldier, true majesty when you see it

Re: Tires and Mantles (Antony/Enobarbus), PG

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Haha...amazing that you'd been thinking of writing something like this. I'm pleased you've given in and done so because THIS IS THE BEST. :D :D :D

Love your characterization of Enobarbus, and Antony and...everything.

Re: Tires and Mantles (Antony/Enobarbus), PG

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Eeee! *bounces* I'm so glad you liked it so much! Especially Enobarbus. Thank you! :DDD

Yeah, I've been dying to write some crossdressing!Antony, because the idea was just to great to resist, so thanks for giving me the excuse! XD