... or I am, whichever, I might as well let loose with the tropes meme everyone else is doing. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raven, philomytha, and I'm taking a cue from avanti_90 and replacing one of the tropes, since I don't feel like being apocalyptic.)
Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing/characters and I'll tell you something about the story I'd write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)
1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. time travel
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
I can do any of the fandoms at my AO3 page, plus any of the others you know I'm into.
(I have written several drunk scenes, a "never have I ever" if not a truth or dare, and of course time travel though not in a fanfic context. The rest of these are fairly new to me. Let's see what happens.)
ETA: Alys and Miles cross-dressing, for Philomytha and Izhilzha.
Lewis and Hathaway, forced to share a bed, for Kivrin.
James Hathaway, secret virgin, with a unicorn, for yunitsa.
Alys and Simon, accidental baby acquisition, for Raven.
Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson, huddling for warmth, for ljrags.
And finally, Aral and Gregor, Truth or Dare, for avanti_90.
raven, philomytha, and I'm taking a cue from avanti_90 and replacing one of the tropes, since I don't feel like being apocalyptic.)Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing/characters and I'll tell you something about the story I'd write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)
1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. time travel
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
I can do any of the fandoms at my AO3 page, plus any of the others you know I'm into.
(I have written several drunk scenes, a "never have I ever" if not a truth or dare, and of course time travel though not in a fanfic context. The rest of these are fairly new to me. Let's see what happens.)
ETA: Alys and Miles cross-dressing, for Philomytha and Izhilzha.
Lewis and Hathaway, forced to share a bed, for Kivrin.
James Hathaway, secret virgin, with a unicorn, for yunitsa.
Alys and Simon, accidental baby acquisition, for Raven.
Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson, huddling for warmth, for ljrags.
And finally, Aral and Gregor, Truth or Dare, for avanti_90.
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The new flat suited Simon down to his bones. It was full of clean lines and automatic yet simple devices that were unlikely to be hacked, and the windows were huge, with spectacular views of bridges and buildings and sky perfectly visible through the force-screening. And the door lock responded to his voice and fingerprint. It was all very safe and unobtrusive, so he didn't need to worry about bringing Alys home. Which, at the very first opportunity, he did.
They'd been to see The Winter's Tale at the Imperial Theatre, a splendid production that had gutted Simon and made him smile through honest tears, and then they'd had several drinks, so the world was marginally hazier than usual, sparkling slightly, bursts of joy going off in his chest like tiny fireworks. If this be magic, let it be an art lawful as eating. They came through Simon's door together, and when he turned back from tossing his coat onto a chair, Alys's face was there before him. A miracle it seemed, every time, as if looking away caused her to vanish and then reappear as if she'd never been, as if his loss of memory was total and ever new.
He kissed her, and knew why he could never have forgotten her. Her mouth was warm, welcoming, invitation to an intimate dinner party for two with candles and linen napkins and deliciousness from appetizers to dessert.
Food and drink, my love, my lover, he thought, and aloud murmured, "Bed?"
"Though you'd never ask," Alys returned, and he drew her toward his bedroom until the new arrangement of furniture betrayed him and he tripped, loudly, over an end table, and the baby started to cry.
The baby.
The baby?
"Simon," said Alys, and his name had fear and reprimand and laughter in it. "Are you sure we're in your flat?"
Still clutching Alys, he glanced around. It was dark, but... "Yes," he confirmed. "That's my sword on the wall. They let me keep it. And my holocube on the table." It was glowing faintly, showing an out-of-uniform picture of himself with Aral. "And the portrait of my mother. Besides, the lock's completely secure." The crying was getting louder. "And yet somehow, someone" -- and who? -- "has managed to sneak in a baby. Which I think we'd better..."
"Yes," said Alys. It was a small flat, with only one bedroom, so they reassumed their original trajectory with a decidedly different goal, and found the child lying on his bed, surrounded by pillows. "Oh, poor little thing," said Alys, sitting down. She took a quick, practiced glance into the diaper, and picked the baby up, cuddling it against her shoulder. "A girl," she reported over the screaming. "About three months old, I think."
"Oh," was all Simon could manage.
Alys rocked the child, slowly, whispering in her ear; the crying gradually subsided to whimpers, but not to silence. "I think she's hungry," Alys reported. "And wet. Shall I change her -- I suppose you have a hand towel somewhere, and pins? -- while you order up baby formula?"
"From where?"
"Doesn't this building have a concierge of some sort?"
"We have a burly superintendent who grew up on a farm in Vorkalloner's District, did his twenty years, and retired to assist us with domestic machinery. I'm not asking him for baby formula." Alys made a face, and Simon added, "Nor would I ask a sweet grandmotherly lady like you have in your building. You're not thinking, Alys. Someone put a baby in my flat. I thought Miles, at first, but Miles wouldn't play jokes that involve... smaller human beings, not to mention exciting my, before you say it, paranoia. Nor would Ivan. And Mark's not on the planet. But whoever did it... this is potentially sensitive."
Alys looked at the baby, now nuzzling at her shoulder. "Do you have milk, then?"
"Yes. I have milk. Alys, we need to tell someone about this."
"Hm. Domestic Affairs?"
Suddenly, he very much did not want anyone in ImpSec to know there was a baby in his flat. "I'll get the milk," he said, and headed for the kitchen.
When Alys joined him there, he was staring at the bulbous milk dispenser with a sort of depressed wonder. "I don't have a baby bottle," he said.
"Clean cloth?" said Alys, and within minutes had efficiently produced a system whereby the infant, nestled in her arms, sucked the milk off the corner of a dishtowel.
"You're good at this," he said, pleased at the quiet and at the sight of someone's hunger being satisfied. "Of course you are," he added.
"I fed Ivan rather differently," she said, cupping a breast, and then looked at him in mischief. "Something Laisa will not be able to remind her children of when the circumstances call for it. Progress, while marvelous, isn't everything." She beckoned him closer, to lean in for a kiss. "We'll manage, the two of us, for tonight," she said. "And in the morning, we'll call Cordelia and let her deal with this. If that's what you want."
Simon nodded. "She's very sweet, but... I'm not interested in becoming a father, at my age. I'm just learning how to be..."
Alys kissed him again. "Grandfather, maybe, if Ivan ever gets a move on. But no, I agree. This is not our baby." She looked a bit wistful, though. "Would you like to hold her, while I finish cleaning up in the bathroom?" Simon held out his arms, and Alys put the child in them. "Make sure you... yes. You've got it. Done this before?"
"Of course. Miles, and one had to be very careful, with Miles. Gregor, once. And... Delia Koudelka, I think." The sleeping infant felt unnaturally heavy in his arms, in a familiar way; it was the sort of thing he was getting used to having remembered. She was drooling a little, white and bubbly. He wiped it away with a finger.
"I should like to whisper sweet nothings in her ear," he said, "but I don't know what to call her. I suppose she has a name, but..."
Alys smiled. "Perdita?"
"Oh," Simon said with a grin, "not lost, I shouldn't think. But found." And, as Alys walked away, a whisper in the baby's ear, "Perdita, honey. We've found you."
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