It has happened. I did it. I wrote fic. Epic fluff fic. This is the first of three chapters. Thus far only on as I await my AO3 account (shows you how long I haven’t written anything – I don’t even have an account at my preferred reading archive).

Blue Hour

Seven and a half months after Enrique’s departure to Spain – though more dramatic parties involved would claim it’s been more like a year. At the halfway point of their separation, Dok Mi goes to Madrid. As we are dealing in the wonderland of time jumps here, this is equal amounts missing moment and post-series, really.

This quite actually would not have been possible without the meta squad and I am indebted to their patience for putting up with random snippets dumped into their inboxes over the past months.