Storm Hits the City and the Lights Go Out (Call Me By Your Name)

Fandom: Call Me By Your Name

Summary: Seven years later, in New York, in the midst of a blizzard, Oliver finally lets his feelings take the fore. It isn’t easy. (But it’s worth it.)

Characters: Oliver/Elio

Words: 7,600

Notes: A Yuletide treat for asuralucier; here are the notes I wrote at the time –


Hello again, asuralucier :-) I was a bit sad that I didn’t manage to write you a fic last Yuletide, because I liked the streak we had going! But this idea stuck with me ever since; I tried to finish it for the New Year’s Resolution collection, but didn’t manage even that… So, here, have a Yuletide 2020 gift as a 2021 Madness treat. :D

This fic is loosely/thematically inspired by “With the color of its thoughts” by asuralucier, but takes somewhat different headcanons as a starting point.     

Thank you very much to timkon for beta reading.     


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( Storm Hits the City and the Lights Go Out )

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Arrival by Sea (Graceling Realm)

Fandom: Graceling Realm series by Kristin Cashore

Summary: Bitterblue and Giddon return home from Winterkeep a little different from how they left—and there's no keeping secrets from Po. ;-)

Characters: Giddon, Bitterblue, Po

Words: 100

Notes: A small Yuletide treat for owlbeer, because the Yuletide Madness Drabble Invitational is such a delightful idea!


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Po was at the docks, already smirking, when at last they disembarked in Monport.

“Oh, shut up,” Giddon told him, but it was hard to keep from grinning. He was fairly sure he’d been grinning since the moment he’d woken from his faint and found Bitterblue still alive.

Po embraced Bitterblue, then Giddon. Arm still slung around Giddon, he tousled Bitterblue’s wind-tossed hair, making her yelp. “You two finally figured it out, then?” Po asked, as Bitterblue shoved him away, then pulled him back to hug again.

“Yes,” Bitterblue said. “Now, you hush.”

Po only beamed at both of them.


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One Fox (Fleabag)

Fandom: Fleabag

Summary: A small thing in response to this wonderful prompt: "IS THE FOX MAGIC? Please say."

Characters: Foxes, Priest, Fleabag

Words: 100

Notes: For syllic, Yuletide 2021.


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ONE FOX


One fox, nose to the ground. Searching? Yes.

But not for a scent; searching for a trail of magic.

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Two foxes meet in a park, confer. Did he go that way? No. That way.

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Nine foxes converge beneath a window. Their quarry is inside, but not alone. Why must humans have so many emotions? It muddles the trail.

Eight foxes skulk away, one keeps watch.

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Their quarry trails magic behind him; they’d like to learn his powers. But he always runs.

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One fox pauses at a bus stop. A human points. The trail is strong now.

One fox goes on.

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