#future fic

Absolutely!

I went into a lot about the plot for The Golden Veil in THIS post, so be sure to check that out.

I will add that before coming up with the idea for Veil, I’d had a very fond image in my head of ‘Tom is a retired knight’. If I could draw it, it would be a gray-haired Tom with a sword, sitting on a rock, with young children (Draco is fixed in my head for some reason) swarming him for details of all his adventures and he’s begrudgingly appeasing them (he likes it and he likes them, even though he’d never admit it). I never had a story to go with this image but now I can see this fitting in with the Veil’s plot line and it makes me all cozy.

I had said in that earlier post and in the WIP Game post that The Golden Veil is my current project. And it was. But it isn’t anymore. I have since diverted to Undertow, my Dredge AU. I’m still very excited about the Veil and fully intend on writing it sometime in the future, but for now it looks like my focus has shifted from Knight Tom to Fisherman Tom. lol

Saturday - Future

Future Photocheer Oneshot

Okay let me set the scene:

You’re undercover with Frank at a club. Hot, sweaty dance floor. Strobe lights. Dance floor’s molten sex. Comin’ in Hot by Hollywood Undead comes on.

You’ve gotta blend in, right?

So… you grind. And Frank? Fuck, he’s grinding back. Your ass to his hips. The first time you’ve felt his dick and it’s hard, heavy against his jeans, prodding your ass.

The grind? Nasty. Fluid. As vile as sex but worse because you’re fully clothed, the pliancy of your bodies becoming one on a fucking dance floor.

Do you see the vision????

— Chapter 9: The Risk of Correspondence

Their letters grow bolder, as they continue reaching for each other across the night.

Or when the letters stopped being only about work.

oh hey, me again, just droppin' another lil excerpt from my very much not a rom-com time loop fic set in season 7 (....or is it?)

I see you lying next to me

"I don't want to know the specifics of each and every one of your lies told to me over the span of the last seven years. I want to know why you're here. I want to know where we are, 15 years from now."

"You hate me," Clark says quietly.

(spoilers below, especially for seasons 7-10)

If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.