this was supposed to be part of a larger fic but idk if it’s gonna happen, so why not post it now? also on ao3
He wakes with a start, heart
pounding, chest heaving. Another nightmare. It can’t have been that bad,
because he hasn’t woken Madeleine. He doesn’t remember what the dream was
about, which is a relief – not remembering is normal. The sort of nightmares he’s
been having lately, ones he can’t quite shake even when awake, are not.
fucking. I’m so sorry to anyone who tracks the james/madeleine tags I’m just flooding them rn?? this is barely even james/madeleine it’s just self indulgent trash I’m sorry. I’ll get burnout in a few days then you’ll be rid of me
Mum banishes them from the house
after dinner because she wants to concentrate. Privately Charlie thinks it’s
because she’s trying to force some father-daughter bonding or something, it’s
not as if her Mum doesn’t have noise cancelling headphones she could wear. But
she’s not complaining, because Dad brings out his expensive German beer that he
never usually shares, and she’s been waiting for an excuse to test out her new
speaker, so they sit on the back step drinking beer and arguing over whose
music to play.
“Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a modern open plan layout, top-of-the-line kitchen,
one car garage, and a spacious backyard complete with a pool and spectacular skyline views located right here in your target neighborhood. I do believe this house has everything on your wish list and more,” the realtor beams at Christopher.
“Thank you, Mrs. Riley. Do you mind if Madeleine and I look around on our own for a while?”
“Of course not! Take all the time you need,” she clucks at them indulgently. “After all, it’s a big decision, and with a little one on the way you two have a lot to consider.”
“That we do,” Kit nods as he absently runs his hand over Madeleine’s belly. “I just don’t know if a one car garage will be big enough for me long term.”
“Well, there’s an unfinished basement that you could use for extra storage or even convert into a play room for the baby,” Mrs. Riley suggests.
Kit looks perplexed. “You can’t put a sports car in the basement,” he laughs. “But I suppose it’s a quiet block, and Maddie can always park her car on the street if needed…”
One day I hope to find a man who supports me the way Daniel supports Victoria, who helps me through bad times like Chris helped Madeleine, and who fights for me like Carl Philip fights for Sofia. I love this family more than I can say. You’re beautiful
At the beginning of the month, @timetospy posted a list of 31 prompts to complete one a day over the month, and somehow I actually managed to complete all of them. I decided to make a list of them all as a final roundup, so if you missed any, they’re all here!
I had so much fun writing these and without this list I wouldn’t have had the chance to. I can’t believe how many new ideas that one list inspired and I can’t believe how impressive it all looks when it’s complete! 31 days, 31 fics, 32727 words. Wow.
“Surprise,” Westley whispers as he comes up behind Madeleine and envelops her in his arms.
“Westley?! You- You’re back! And so soon! W-W-What are you doing here?!”
“I missed you,” he smirks, nuzzling her forehead affectionately. “And there’s a hurricane blowing up south of Isla Paradiso right now, so I decided to head home early.” West pauses and glances around their hotel room, the smile slowly fading from his lips. “Why’s all your luggage out, babe?”