#flash fics

EDIT: OMG I AM SUCH AN IDIOT I FORGOT TO SCHEDULE THIS. HERE YOU ARE I AM SO SO SORRY!!!!!

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This past weekend (August 7-10, 2025) was the annual Fic Writers' Retreat and the first European Writers' Retreat, and I was fortunate enough to be a part of such an exciting and magical experience! I put up the offer during the retreat to boost the fics that everyone either wrote or started during both retreats, so here are the ones that I have found or has been enthusiastically submitted to me!!

If you were part of the 2025 retreats and have a fic that you want to promote, please let me know and I'll add it to this list!

Please note that that unlike my normal lists, I am linking to TUMBLR posts as well on this list (indicated in the fic listing); I've tried to link to the ones I have reblogged to my own blog in case they disappear, but I will do my best to keep the links on this post updated.

I am ALSO aware that there will be (is?) an AO3 collection, so when that link is available, I'll add it as well.

ALSO NOTE!!! THIS IS A MULTIFANDOM / MULTISHIP LIST! Please respect those fandoms, and the fandoms/ships are listed as well if they're different than Johnlock.

FULL WORKS (AO3 LINKS)

Reluctant Topping Series by ShirleyCarlton (E, 6,805+ w. across 2 works || University AU || Alternate First Meetings, Bisexual John, First Time, For a Case, Virgin Sherlock, Switching) – During last week's Fic Writers' Retreat, I finally picked up the WIP of part 3 of this series, which had been sitting in my WIP folder half-finished for OVER THREE YEARS. Aaannnd.... I just managed to finish its first draft, yay! It's bottom!lock, from Sherlock's POV. (And this time, he is *more* than a bit of a slut. However, meeting John of course changes everything. Well, not everything.) (FROM THIS POST HERE)

Darwin Drift by StellaCartography (E, 3,689 w., 1 Ch. || Mystrade || Cliff Jumping, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Sex While Swimming, Mild Fleeting Angst, Public Sex) – In fluid dynamics, Darwin drift is the displacement of fluids through two fluid parcels after the passage of a body perpendicular through the plane of separation. Part 3 of Surface Tension

FLASH FICS (PRIMARILY TUMBLR LINKS)

Flash Fic 1 by @raina-at (G, 635 w. || TUMBLR || SHERLOCK FANDOM || Parentlock with Rosie) – For the prompt 'Write an argument', and I drew John and Rosie as characters (so, easy mode, really).

Flash Fic 2 by @raina-at (G, 439 w. || TUMBLR || SHERLOCK FANDOM || Dancing, Undercover for a Case, Cruise Ship) – This was a prompt we all did together. We had four words, ship, money, accusation, shield. We could skip one word. I skipped shield.

Flash Fic Round I by @shirleycarlton (G, 486 w. || TUMBLR || SHERLOCK FANDOM || Crack) – So today, at our European Fic Writers' Retreat, we did a Zoom call with the Canadian retreat (which happens to take place at the same time!) We used a random number generator to choose several prompts from various lists and websites. First, you had to write a list of characters you were willing to write about, and number them. Then the random number generator tells you which ones to use. This way, I ended up with the following prompts to use: Lestrade, Mrs Turner, An argument, flight, superhero The rules were: you have 20 minutes.

Flash Fic Round II by @shirleycarlton (G, 420 w. || TUMBLR || JOHNLOCK || Board Games, Stroppy Sherlock) – So here's my flash ficlet from the second round we did today at the European Fic Writers' Retreat, together with the Canadian retreat (over Zoom). This time, we all used the same prompts. We used storytelling dice to come up with the following prompts: ship, shield, money, accusation. The rules were: Use at least 3 of these. You have 20 minutes.

Crying in the Elements (Flash Fic 1) by @meetinginsamarra (G, 448 w. || TUMBLR || MYSTRADE || Stroppy Greg, Kissing) – We used a random number generator to choose several prompts from various lists and websites. First, you had to write a list of characters you were willing to write about, and number them. Then the random number generator tells you which ones to use. The rules were: you have 20 minutes. I got Greg and Mycroft, so first written Mystrade ever, and used the following prompts: Write about an argument, Flight and to depart, Superhero, fic title "Crying in the elements"

Flash Fic Round II by @meetinginsamarra (G, 341 w., || TUMBLR || SHERLOCK FANDOM || Crack, Piratelock) – So here's my flash ficlet from the second round we did today at the European Fic Writers' Retreat, together with the Canadian retreat (over Zoom). This time, we all used the same prompts. We used storytelling dice to come up with the following prompts: ship shield money accusation The rules were: Use at least 3 of these. You have 20 minutes. I used ship, sack of money, accusation

Avoiding Secrets✨ by @helloliriels (G, 708 w., || TUMBLR || SHERLOCK X SANDMAN CROSSOVER || Pre-ASIP, Army John, Light Angst, Dreaming, Character Study) – John stepped into the large marble hall, gazing around in wonder at the great expanse. At one end of the vast room was a raised dais above a winding set of stairs, and out the window beyond, the stars - the stars! - too numerous to count, shone through the window brighter than they should at any time of night. He knew he must be dreaming.

Brooklyn Dust by @beccibarnes (G, 540 w. || TUMBLR || GOOD OMENS / MARVEL CROSSOVER || Steve Rogers POV, Bars/Pubs, Bartender Crowley) – I rolled Steve Rogers and Crowley as characters, which is an interesting combination in itself. Then I kinda mixed and matched the two prompts, "Protagonist visits a place of their childhood home" and "He drank life before spitting it out". But mostly I just tried to make these two meet in a believable way. Written in 15 minutes with only minor edits afterwards.

here is the link to the first writersretreat flash fic I posted on my tumblr https://meetinginsamarra.tumblr.com/post/791569407914786816/flash-fic-round-1

meetinginsamarra asked: Hi Steph! I hope I understood your post correctly. Here is the link to my tumblr post for the second writersretreat flas fic https://www.tumblr.com/meetinginsamarra/791569858123923456/flash-fic-round-2

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Crying in the Elements (Flash Fic 1) by @meetinginsamarra (G, 448 w. || TUMBLR || MYSTRADE || Stroppy Greg, Kissing) – We used a random number generator to choose several prompts from various lists and websites. First, you had to write a list of characters you were willing to write about, and number them. Then the random number generator tells you which ones to use. The rules were: you have 20 minutes. I got Greg and Mycroft, so first written Mystrade ever, and used the following prompts: Write about an argument, Flight and to depart, Superhero, fic title "Crying in the elements"

Flash Fic Round II by @meetinginsamarra (G, 341 w., || TUMBLR || SHERLOCK FANDOM || Crack, Piratelock) – So here's my flash ficlet from the second round we did today at the European Fic Writers' Retreat, together with the Canadian retreat (over Zoom). This time, we all used the same prompts. We used storytelling dice to come up with the following prompts: ship shield money accusation The rules were: Use at least 3 of these. You have 20 minutes. I used ship, sack of money, accusation

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THANK YOU!!!! <3

https://www.tumblr.com/europeanficwritersretreat2025/791419393393508352?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/europeanficwritersretreat2025/791430635397038080?source=share

Shirley

Flash Fic Round I by @shirleycarlton (G, 486 w. || TUMBLR || SHERLOCK FANDOM || Crack) – So today, at our European Fic Writers' Retreat, we did a Zoom call with the Canadian retreat (which happens to take place at the same time!) We used a random number generator to choose several prompts from various lists and websites. First, you had to write a list of characters you were willing to write about, and number them. Then the random number generator tells you which ones to use. This way, I ended up with the following prompts to use: Lestrade, Mrs Turner, An argument, flight, superhero The rules were: you have 20 minutes.

Flash Fic Round II by @shirleycarlton (G, 420 w. || TUMBLR || JOHNLOCK || Board Games, Stroppy Sherlock) – So here's my flash ficlet from the second round we did today at the European Fic Writers' Retreat, together with the Canadian retreat (over Zoom). This time, we all used the same prompts. We used storytelling dice to come up with the following prompts: ship, shield, money, accusation. The rules were: Use at least 3 of these. You have 20 minutes.

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YES YES YES!!! SO HAPPY!!! Thank you!! It will be on the list for Sunday!!

lilac could u pretty please write some trevrasha fluff in this trying time

Trevor/Arasha - Trevrasha - Sick Day

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Trevor shivers and curls into himself a little tighter than before. He’s currently laid up on his couch, alternating between shivering and burning up with a fever. He’s sick. It’s easy to catch a cold both with the change of season in California – even if it’s nothing compared to Idaho – and because he works in an office with so many people that when one person gets sick, it spreads easily.

“Here,” Arasha says, her voice gentle and soothing. She comes back from his bedroom with a thick blanket from his bed, laying it over Trevor on the couch.

It reminds him of the way his mom did it when he was a kid, something full of love and affection.

Arasha not only covers him up, but she tucks in the edges of the blanket too, cocooning Trevor in the comforter. Her hand gently brushes the sweat damp hair from his forehead as she presses the back of her hand to his skin.

“You still feel pretty warm,” she says.

“But I feel like I’m freezing,” Trevor says, his teeth chattering together.

“Okay, but tell me if you start to feel too warm,” Arasha says. “I don’t want you to overheat.”

Trevor manages to look up at her. Arasha is leaning down over him, concern on her beautiful face. Her dark eyes scan him over, her hair hanging in cascades. She’s a vision, an angel, something so beautiful to Trevor.

“I’ll be okay,” Trevor says, “you should go. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“My immune system is pretty strong, and I got my flu shot recently.”

“Still,” Trevor mumbles, feeling silly. He just has a cold and while he feels miserable, he is a grown man, and he should be able to take care of himself. “I don’t want to get you sick, ‘Rash.”

Arasha crouches so she’s level with him. She pets her hand through his hair, comforting, her nails gently massaging his scalp. Trevor feels like a cat, like he could nod off right away to the way she rubs his head.

“And I don’t want you to feel sick and be all alone.”

Trevor doesn’t argue and Arasha presses a kiss to his forehead before she stands.

“Let me make you something. A soup? What do you have?”

“A little of everything,” Trevor says. It’s the chef in him, unable to just buy a few things here and there, he likes to give himself a lot of options.

“There’s a soup my mom would make when I was a kid and didn’t feel good. I think I remember it. I’ll make it for you.”

Trevor coughs weakly. He’s sick and he feels suddenly so fond of her, even fonder than he usually is for the sweet, hilarious, gorgeous girl that he thanks his lucky stars he gets to call his girlfriend.

“You rest,” Arasha says, “and I’ll wake you up when it’s ready.”

“Okay,” Trevor says, too tired and ill to put up a fight, not that he’d win one against Arasha anyway.

Trevor doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep, but he’s happy to close his eyes. He can hear Arasha moving around in the kitchen, he can smell when she begins to cook. It’s comfortable and comforting. He’s in that weird space between awake and asleep, listening to Arasha hum. He hears when she briefly calls her mom to confirm that Arasha had the right recipe and ingredients to make the soup.

Ian & Anthony - ianthony - Funeral

For @arlekqin

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“Can you believe we pulled that off?” Ian asks, sighing as he leans back against the smooth black of the church pew.

They’ve rented them and still have until tomorrow before they have to be returned, but Ian let the cast and crew go for the night, opting to let them celebrate and come in a little earlier tomorrow to clean up the funeral set.

“Yeah,” Anthony asks, gingerly fixing the delicate black lace of his glove, “I can’t believe they bought it.”

Ian looks at his best friend and he smiles. Anthony smiles back, and now, with it just being the two of them here on the set of Anthony’s funeral, Anthony doesn’t have to try so hard, to pretend, or hold back. He blinks and Ian notices when Anthony’s eyes grow white, that milky, unnatural fog to them.

“At least your magic held out during the funeral,” Ian says. “God, I can’t imagine what would have happened if you shifted into demon form in the middle of it.”

“Are you kidding? People would have loved it. They’d wonder how we did it. The whole internet would have been talking,” Anthony says.

So much of him is the same, Ian notes, but at the same time, so much is different since he died and came back again. The eyes are one thing. Then there’s the magic, nothing too powerful, nothing like a storybook, but he has this dark magic flowing through him that comes with the territory, being resurrected demonic style. It’s the same magic he uses to conceal himself while around anyone else but Ian.

To everyone else, Anthony’s death was a joke, a production, fake.

It’s only Ian that knows the truth.

Because it was Ian who brought him back.

It was Ian who found the book, who drew the summoning circle in dark red paint on the wood floor of the Pressalike home office. It was Ian who murmured the words he needed to say to bring his best friend back from the clutches of death.

Really, it was the least Ian could do, he was the one who killed him during their Food Battle after all.

So, now, he’s got his best friend back but in a very undead and demon sort of form and though physically Anthony is not himself, what with the foggy white eyes, the sharp teeth, black claws, the horns that jut from the wave of dark curls on his head, in every other way, he’s still Anthony.

“So, we missed a great opportunity,” Ian jokes.

Anthony laughs, his mouth opening, allowing Ian to see all those pointed teeth. Once he’s quieted down, Anthony leans against Ian, resting his cheek against Ian’s shoulder. Ian, still in his priestly get-up, and Anthony still dressed in his own funeral attire, meet, one supporting the other. Ian rests the side of his head against Anthony’s.

They had told each other they loved each other tonight and Ian had meant it. He knew he loved Anthony when Anthony left the first time around. He knew he loved him even more when he died, and he knew he loved him fully and unending when he dabbled in the dark arts to bring him back.

It is a mutual agreement between the two, Ian knows. Nothing can separate them, not life, not death, nothing. Not anymore, not ever again.

“Now, we just have to figure out how to actually bring you back to life,” Ian says with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Anthony says, “not that being a demon is all bad.”

“Yeah, but I hate lying to everyone,” Ian says, “it makes me anxious.”

“I get it. We’ll figure it out. Honestly, we probably need to loop Amanda and Damien in on this. This kind of seems right up their alley.”

“Good point. Lets keep that as one of our options.”

Ian feels Anthony nod, “Will do.”

Eventually, they need to get up and go home. Home being the Pressalike house where they film their sketches because Anthony can really only go three places, either the Smosh Office, The Pressalike house, or Ian’s house, and Ian doesn’t really know why it’s only those three places, maybe something to do with he energy he left there, what he put into those spaces, but it’s where Anthony needs to be, like his form is bound to one of the three locations at any given time.

also i think it’s so cool you’re doing this. voting is important!

Damien/Angela - Hard Launch

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“So, is it awful?” Angela asks, peeking at Damien through her fingers.

The nerves are swarming inside her, making Angela feel like she’s shaking even though her body is perfectly still. This is sort of how she felt when she first started performing. Her first few times on stage were fun, exhilarating, but she shook with nerves the entire time.

Before Damien answers, his hand finds hers. He covers the hand she has spread out on the table with his own. Damien’s hand is warm, a comforting weight. Angela lets out a nervous little sigh.

“It’s social media. It’s a mixed bag, as usual.”

Angela groans softly and hides her face. Damien’s thumb rubs over the back of her hand.

“Hey, I mean I see lots of support, but also people saying they knew it, and people assuming we’re pulling a prank.”

“I’m gonna kill Shayne and Courtney,” Angela mutters. “They’ve ruined the art of a hard launch.”

Damien laughs.

“So, no one is mad?”

“Not really. Not at us, at least. More so they’re fighting with each other. Which is common in fandoms.”

Angela finally lets her hand drop from her face and she watches as Damien locks his phone, setting it down on the top of the cafeteria table they are sitting at. It’s a break between shoots and the cast and crew roams the building. They don’t really need to be careful here because Smosh has known about them, has been aware. Angela is pretty sure Nate wanted to cry when she and Damien let him know they were in a relationship. Ian had kept a tally board on his office’s whiteboard attached to the wall until Anthony told him it was probably a bad idea to even jokingly track their employees who have started dating or got married.

“No regrets?” Damien asks, his voice is smooth and calm, but when Angela looks at him, she can see where his features flicker with the hint of nerves. His eyes watch her face, searching for a cue, something he admittedly already struggles with.

Angela takes Damien’s free hand -the one he had been using to hold the phone- in her own. Her palm set in his and her fingers curling around his wrist.

“None. I’m nervous, but I don’t regret it. I don’t like the idea of hiding us.”

“Think of it more like we were keeping us safe, guarding something precious, like a jewel or something, you know?”

Angela smiles fondly at Damien. “More nerd shit.”

“Hey, you’ve been my girlfriend for a year now. You know I like my nerd shit.”

“Yeah,” she says, “and I like that about you. I like a lot about you.”

Damien brings her hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of it.

Angela lets out a laugh, even as her cheeks flush just a little.

She’s happy. He makes her happy. Damien is sweet, kind, hilarious. They are both so busy that neither of them ends up feeling neglected because in ways they are both workaholics. Smosh brings them together, anchoring them back to each other, and the fact of how busy they are, when they’re together, it’s even more special, the time feeling all the more meaningful.

“Even if stuff gets bad for whatever reason,” Damien says, “I’m here for you. I always will be.”

Angela gets up, walks around the table and crouches close to Damien. She leans in quickly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then his mouth. Damien hums happily, smoothing a hand over the back of her hair affectionately.

Telepathy au pls

fic ask game

the way this isn't even an actual fic. let alone one that has deleted scenes. i don't think about it apart from when i'm like what should i write for mark lol. but! my forensic lecture was so boring yesterday that i spent the hour thinking about if it WAS a solid fic then what would be a scene i'd chew over and probably end up deciding nah this doesn't work or say what i am trying to have it say. so. long story short here is valtteri and george talking about fucking and being mind-bonded with lewis but fucking doesn't actually mean fucking or smth like that

"What?" 

Valtteri's voice is hammered flat and low. This is the time for George to brake. He is about to end up in the wall, missing the racing line, tyres spinning.

The stranger raises his eyebrows as he straightens up from his bow, hand curling into a loose fist at his hip. Mick narrows his eyes at him.