Title: 'Things Happen'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
but_can_i_be_trusted
Rating: G
Challenge: #70: Reverse Fandom: Frasier ('Call Me Irresponsible'/'Oops!'/'It Takes Two to Tangle'/'Flour Child')
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted to![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
genprompt_bingo
Summary: Victor grinned mischievously at her.
“Ohh, you seriously did not just cover my new shirt in flour,” Meg muttered, glaring at the white, powdery streak that marred the purple tee shirt she was wearing. “Of all the irresponsible...”
Victor grinned mischievously at her. “Oops,” he replied, sounding very much not regretful.
“That’s all you’ve got for me,” she demanded, watching as he turned back to the mixing bowl, and the dough that he was preparing. “Seriously?!”
“Hey, things happen,” he chuckled over his shoulder.
“Well. Two can play that little game,” Meg mumbled. She reached out, one hand aiming for an egg resting on the countertop near Victor.
His own hand shot out, clamping solidly around her wrist. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he laughed. “Try it, and I’ll tie you to the stepstool, and then you’ll have to sit there and watch me eat the whole batch of cookies, on my own!”
She tugged at her wrist, sighing in defeat when his grip tightened.
“Fine,” she responded. “You win. But only because you’re making my favorite cookies, and I don’t want to miss out. But,” she added, turning Victor back to face her, and waggling a finger under his nose, “I will get payback later.”
“I look forward to it,” Victor told her, his eyes atwinkle.
Fandom: Original Fiction
Author:
but_can_i_be_trustedRating: G
Challenge: #70: Reverse Fandom: Frasier ('Call Me Irresponsible'/'Oops!'/'It Takes Two to Tangle'/'Flour Child')
Warnings: None
Notes: Crossposted to
genprompt_bingoSummary: Victor grinned mischievously at her.
“Ohh, you seriously did not just cover my new shirt in flour,” Meg muttered, glaring at the white, powdery streak that marred the purple tee shirt she was wearing. “Of all the irresponsible...”
Victor grinned mischievously at her. “Oops,” he replied, sounding very much not regretful.
“That’s all you’ve got for me,” she demanded, watching as he turned back to the mixing bowl, and the dough that he was preparing. “Seriously?!”
“Hey, things happen,” he chuckled over his shoulder.
“Well. Two can play that little game,” Meg mumbled. She reached out, one hand aiming for an egg resting on the countertop near Victor.
His own hand shot out, clamping solidly around her wrist. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he laughed. “Try it, and I’ll tie you to the stepstool, and then you’ll have to sit there and watch me eat the whole batch of cookies, on my own!”
She tugged at her wrist, sighing in defeat when his grip tightened.
“Fine,” she responded. “You win. But only because you’re making my favorite cookies, and I don’t want to miss out. But,” she added, turning Victor back to face her, and waggling a finger under his nose, “I will get payback later.”
“I look forward to it,” Victor told her, his eyes atwinkle.
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