three sentence fics! i’m in the ~mood

prompt shit and i will answer. if i’ve reblogged it in the last six months, rest assured it’s fair game :P

 

oh shit.

i think i just wrote 5000 words of merlin/arthur accidental soulbonding.

look at my life choices. 

 
for eiirene;

Mark’s been riding for as long as he can remember. 
He’s good and he knows it which is, as his instructor puts it, bad for both him and the horse. Chris is tight-lipped throughout the conversation and Mark tries not to be too annoyed by that. He’s usually the one person Mark can count on. What he doesn’t expect is for Dustin to agree with her. 
“You have been pushing him hard, Mark.” He’s got a mouthful of food at the time so Mark lets him pretend the look of disgust is about that. “You kind of need to be less technical and more into it, you know?”
Mark doesn’t know. That’s why Erica Albright ships him off to some godforsaken stables in Brazil (and he still doesn’t know why it has to be South America) with nothing but a suitcase full of clothes, a warning from Chris not to get too caught up with Brazilian boys and a laptop he managed to smuggle in without notice. Pretty soon he’s at the stables of a friend of Erica’s, decked out in riding gear and staring into the smiling face of someone called Eduardo Saverin. 
“Hi,” Eduardo says and Mark narrows his eyes. Eduardo has very white teeth and a smile that is unexpected but welcome. Whatever. Not that he cares. “Welcome to Brazil.”
He’s far too cheerful for somebody who’s at the stable for five o’clock in the morning but Mark pretends it doesn’t bother him. “I’m here for help.”
The only sign that Eduardo is phased by the abruptness is the quirk of his lips. “You’ve come to the right place.”
Mark makes a non-committal noise under his breath. “Can you?”
“Help?” 
Mark nods.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Eduardo says, this time with a serious expression. Mark shifts on his feet and tries not to think about how attractive Eduardo looks in his stupid breeches and jacket and boots. Horses. He’s here for the horses.
Somewhere Chris is laughing at him. 

for eiirene;


Mark’s been riding for as long as he can remember. 

He’s good and he knows it which is, as his instructor puts it, bad for both him and the horse. Chris is tight-lipped throughout the conversation and Mark tries not to be too annoyed by that. He’s usually the one person Mark can count on. What he doesn’t expect is for Dustin to agree with her. 

“You have been pushing him hard, Mark.” He’s got a mouthful of food at the time so Mark lets him pretend the look of disgust is about that. “You kind of need to be less technical and more into it, you know?”

Mark doesn’t know. That’s why Erica Albright ships him off to some godforsaken stables in Brazil (and he still doesn’t know why it has to be South America) with nothing but a suitcase full of clothes, a warning from Chris not to get too caught up with Brazilian boys and a laptop he managed to smuggle in without notice. Pretty soon he’s at the stables of a friend of Erica’s, decked out in riding gear and staring into the smiling face of someone called Eduardo Saverin. 

“Hi,” Eduardo says and Mark narrows his eyes. Eduardo has very white teeth and a smile that is unexpected but welcome. Whatever. Not that he cares. “Welcome to Brazil.”

He’s far too cheerful for somebody who’s at the stable for five o’clock in the morning but Mark pretends it doesn’t bother him. “I’m here for help.”

The only sign that Eduardo is phased by the abruptness is the quirk of his lips. “You’ve come to the right place.”

Mark makes a non-committal noise under his breath. “Can you?”

“Help?” 

Mark nods.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Eduardo says, this time with a serious expression. Mark shifts on his feet and tries not to think about how attractive Eduardo looks in his stupid breeches and jacket and boots. Horses. He’s here for the horses.

Somewhere Chris is laughing at him. 

 
Anything you're writing!
Anonymous

it just so happens that i have two open!

 

des8pudels8kern replied to your post: Anything? …Open the duckling!Mark fic and take a print of every page. (What? There was no small print to exclude fic!)

*sniffles* It’s cruel, getting my hopes up like than, dangling it in front of my nose, and then snatching it back and denying it. Denying it in caps even. How can you be so mean, Siri?

FINE FINE. YOU CAN HAVE SOME.

 
wholove:

#So what if Harvey and Mike were Mark and Eduardo’s lawyers during the depositions, Mike would represent Wardo of course because he’s a sucker for a sad face/story, Harvey would go in all guns blazing and try and catch Wardo out on shit which Mike would bitch at him for later, Mark meanwhile is too busy being sad himself and he and Eduardo can’t admit to themselves that they miss each other but as the deposition goes on Mike catches on to the fact that there are ~feelings~ there and makes it his mission to get them to make up, Harvey isn’t interested at first because damnit he doesn’t CARE about clients and certainly not two kids who are both going to be richer than he could ever dream to be why should he care about them and their longing looks and that Eduardo kids aborted attempts to reach across the table to Mark who he’s obviously in love with and he has literally no pokerface and is far too cute which kind of reminds him of Mike though Mike is far cuter and….AND THEN MARK/WARDO HAPPENS AND MIKE/HARVEY HAPPENS AND EVERYTHING IS THE SUIT NETWORK AND NOTHING HURTS 

SO LOL did i kind of forget to mention that i was filling a prompt for this at the suits kink meme?
 
I HOPE YOU WILL WRITE MORE TSN FIC!!
Anonymous

you will be pleased to know, anon, that i have three fics on the way! all of them are for tsnspringfest. \0/

 

so thanks to enablers on my dash, there will be a wardolope sequel ;-;

 
eiirene:

I had a boring lecture. SORRY, I HAD TO.



WAIT WAIIIIIIT AHHHHHHHHH OMG THIS IS JUST - THIS IS AMAZING ;-;

Omg mark and wardolope and adjahadhsksnns THIS IS THE BEST !!!!!

eiirene:

I had a boring lecture. SORRY, I HAD TO.

WAIT WAIIIIIIT AHHHHHHHHH OMG THIS IS JUST - THIS IS AMAZING ;-;

Omg mark and wardolope and adjahadhsksnns THIS IS THE BEST !!!!!

 

ugh

Tim sees Grant before he’s noticed himself and he grins. “Doctor Grant!”

There’s a lot of gray in the man’s hair and Tim’s half afraid he won’t be heard. Alan turns, brow creasing in a frown. Tim watches with barely restrained glee as Alan tries to figure out who he is. He forces himself not to give any clues, just shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and almost caves but Alan’s face shifts.

“Tim?”

Grinning widely, Tim nods and is only a little surprised when he finds himself enveloped in a hug. Alan was never the touchy feely type - and certainly not with children - but Tim has a feeling that he and Lex were special cases.

“Hi,” he says, when they part.

Alan holds him at arms length and looks him over. He’s still as stern and aloof as he was when they were in the park but Tim knows about Billy and that even he had somehow wormed his way into Alan’s affections. Not dying obviously has a way of cementing feelings within an otherwise undetectable emotional shell.”You’ve grown.”

Tim snorts and rubs awkwardly at his elbow. “It’s been a long time.”