FB3X Drabble Cascade #89 - word of the week is 'starch' (a chance to test and share your writing skills)

Welcome to FB3X Drabble Cascade #89 - This week's word of the week is 'starch'.

Suitable for all.

The Way A Cascade Works

it's really very simple, be inspired by our word of the week and just write :).

To see this week's entries check out the list at the bottom of this post. We put it behind a cut so it doesn't clog up your scrolling.

A drabble is a work of 100 words exactly. Flash fiction is a work of up to 500 words. Both may be submitted to the cascade. So What Can You Write? The simple answer is - anything! Our work here on FB3X will be erotically themed. but feel free to take the inspiration any way you want to, fiction, fanfiction, non-fiction, meta, since variety is the spice of life!

To those struck by inspiration (and no you don't have to be a professional writer to join in, anyone can embrace their inner author):

• Below you will find a chance to join in the cascade in the form of a linked list
• Write a drabble/flash fiction inspired by the word of the week.
• Post the fiction to your own blog, social media, or website 
• Then insert a link into the linked list to that drabble/flash fiction for everyone to find (A hint of the genre of your drabble/flash fiction in the title of your post would be appreciated.), e.g. A Little Bit of Fun (PG, Science Fiction)
• To encourage your friends to join in and hence cascade the fun, you can also add the list into your own post by copying the code.
• OR you can just write us something in the comments :)

For folks who enjoy reading drabbles/flash fiction: you can then peruse the cascade to your heart's content :).

AND NOW - on to the fiction :)

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Contains adult themes,
or language

Opposites Attract (PG13, m/m, Fantasy)

by Sophie Duncan

Author's Note
I took 'starch' as a personality type - and some people can find that irresistible ;P.

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“You are the most stuck up arsehole I have ever met!” Baron snarled viciously, swiping his claws right across the air in front of Keler’s face.

The smug git didn’t even flinch, which just made Baron madder. Teeth gritted, heart thumping, he stepped in close to the starched, primped bastard and growled low into his face. Not a movement: Keler merely gazed back.

Baron glared into those brown eyes. His fury rose still further - he knew he was lost.

“Pompous bastard!” he complained, grabbed Keler by the shoulders and dragged him in.

Lips met. Anger flared. Lust held sway.

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