Jun 22, 2024
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wow, look! some old folks (･ω･)b
make sure y'all check out the hunkles calendar!
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Wooo!! More previews of the Joel Miller thing I’m writing. I was not denying AT ALL that there was gonna be angst.
little excerpt from my new fic in the works: ‘lifestyles of the rich and famous’
if you want to have some back story go ahead and read here’s to never growing up on ao3
Garcy prompt - Flynn has to teach Lucy how to waltz when undercover at a party in the 1910’s (you can choose if they go undercover as a couple) but I’d love it if you’d slide in some jealous Wyatt here and there and a sprinkle of sassy Rufus
This is the most awesome prompt, Anon! I’m working on it as we speak and I’m already 2600 words in and they’ve only just started practising. It’s right up my street and giving me a great excuse to listen to classic waltzes!
Jealous Wyatt and sassy Rufus are also present!
Not entirely sure when it’ll be done but I’m really getting into the spring of it now. :)
A little preview:
The door Flynn pulled open was to a room that was probably usually used as a dining room but the tables had been taken out for the big party and there was simply a scattering of chairs. Flynn immediately began moving them out of the centre of the room. Lucy ought to have helped but she suddenly felt overwhelmed. Until now, they had been surrounded by people, caught up in the flow of the mission but now they were alone. Faint strains of music she recognised but could not place drifted out of the ballroom and she took a deep breath, turning on the spot, her reflection multiplying in the gilt mirrors round the edge of the room. Slim and pale and in the kind of dress that made her appear taller and more elegant than she was, for a moment she allowed her mind to drift off to Jiya’s Downton Abbey fantasies. She could almost imagine it…
Though she probably wouldn’t have chosen Flynn of all people to be her companion in such a fantasy. Flynn, currently carrying chairs two at a time across the room and dumping them unceremoniously by a wall. Dan Stevens he was not.
(But he was tall and strong and there was intent in his every action that made him compelling to watch…)
Flynn put down the last chair and straightened, turning to her with his hands on his hips. “Well, Mrs. Goodman? Shall we dance?”
She shook her head quickly to clear the disturbing thoughts she had just been entertaining. They were here for the mission. So that she did not draw the attention of all of upper class Manhattan by being an awful dancer. She could do this.
She cleared her throat and smiled at him. “On a bright cloud of music shall we fly?” Feeling skin-crawlingly self-conscious, she made her way across the floor towards him, her heels making light tapping sounds on the polished, wooden floor and her skirts lightly swishing against her legs as she moved, the atmosphere of the evening almost making her buy into the fantasy.
get ready guys cause I’m working on something
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