#TFFA AU
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Here's my masterlist of the prompts for this year (maybe this time I'll finish them all!)
“I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vice versa)
Too much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence
Campus/Con Crud
“Great. I got a cold for my birthday.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you up”
Dizziness/Vertigo
Borrowed Hoodie
“The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!”
Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker
The Sniffles™
Medieval Treatment
“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung”
Doctor’s Note
Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas
“Who decided ______ is ‘sick people food?’”
Toxin/Poison
Brain Fog/Spaced Out
“My body is one big ache”
Hypochondriac Tendencies
Medication Bribery
Anaphylactic Response
“You didn’t use my cup, did you?”
Under a Spell
Tales from the Waiting Room
Summer Flu
Flushed Cheeks
“This is non-negotiable”
Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’
Sick on a road trip
Hospital Bed
Some of these are the alternates, because there are things I don't always feel comfortable writing about (or a desire to, tbh.)
#brenna writes things#or at least she tries#sickfic#sicktember 2024#I'll add the fandoms and AUs as we go#unnamed Marauders AU#unnamed HOO AU College AU#twenty somethings#twinkling lights#ts au#tl-ts au#'Til Forever Falls Apart#TFFA AU#yes this is a psolc drabble#PSOLC#au: patron saint of lost causes
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my mommy said we can talk about my Flower Husbands au if your mommy says its okay
Anyway! Here’s my ESMP1!Scott design!
Here’s some headcanons ig lol
- Scott was exiled in his youth due to opposition of the Elves’ strict societal rules and was stripped of his name. Scott is a nickname given to him by Aeor (True Names are never to be given out unless to family and spouses.)
- Scott’s true name before it was taken was Amir (meaning prince!)
- Scott is the youngest (and last) of his family line
- Scott doesn’t like Aeor at all (for good reason :] )
- Scott is 1/4 Avian and has wings! They’re clipped and bound to his back bc elves are racist (poor scott)
- Scott is barely over the maturity age of elves (maturity is 100, he’s 117)
- This entire AU is just me torturing C!Scott (i promise he’s my fave)
Let me know if y’all wanna see more!
#flower husbands#scott smajor#empires season one#empires scott#TFFA au#i listened to speak now taylor’s version while making this
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TFFA is probably my all time favourite au, when Anthony talks about building up strength to take Kate dancing😫😫😫all I can picture is a Peggy Carter-Captain America moment of them dancing quietly together for the first time🥹🥹🥹
This Kiss seems to have sent quite a few people into meltdown so I’m really not sure anybody’s prepared for the first time Anthony asks her to dance right there on the lawn.
He’s got a gramophone, from where Kate doesn’t know but he’s managed to run out without her noticing and hidden it behind their tree. And he’s got a record of the song they were dancing to that night somehow.
“Kate, will you dance with me?”
“You’re not supposed to be without your cane.”
Anthony shot her an exasperated look, “Kate, I’m trying to be very charming. You promised me a dance, I would like to collect.”
Kate gave in, tentatively taking his hand. He tugged her closer, cradling her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her as they started to sway in time to the music.
“Tell me if you get tired.” Kate cleared her throat, her cheeks burning, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
But in truth the static of the record echoes through the afternoon, and neither of them are ready to stop swaying quite yet.
#till forever falls apart au#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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11 and 6 !
hiiii. my superpower is reblogging an ask meme, forgetting about it completely, and then returning to it in horror like a week later when everyone has forgotten about it. remember spotify wrapped everybody? ok
6. Your Graduation (Modern Baseball). To your point, I don't think this is a particularly Jamie song, though maybe in the right au setting (bullshit, you fucking miss me? you weren't the only one who thought of us that way? it is all a bit tffa I admit) but the reason this is in my wrapped IS hockey related - I edited a Flyers ship thesis video to this song near the beginning of the year and listened to it A Lot while working on that video and beyond.
11. Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) (Edison Lighthouse). I wasn't listening to this as a Trevor song (actually, it's been a Mitch song to me........I digress) but I can absolutely see it as one wow. He's really got a magical spell and it's working so well that I can't get away <3 Really a song about a kinda weird girl that you absolutely cannot help but love is very him. If you've met him you'll never forget him!
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HEY! YOU!
My fic recs are momentarily closed! (like, think for a few days!)
If you’ve already sent a request, even if i haven’t responded quite yet, I’m working on it! Thank you so much for the outpouring of love and support. I just wanna be able to make these fics the best they can be while still leaving myself time to chill out and work on my own stuff too!
I have I think 3 zemo fics on the way, an Armitage Hux office AU, a Pietro fic, and the next chapter of TFFA, so expect it to be a hot second, but I’ll do my best to get it out shortly
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Sicktember 2024 #5: “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
The canon-ish companion to the College AU, @starstwinkleplanetsshine and I should pick one AU and stick to it, but like, never, you know? Written in what we're calling 'Til Forever Falls Apart (The Canon AU™) Honorable mention @fragolinaa. She prompted this and Rosie is her baby and I love her dearly
A hand on his back woke him, though he didn’t remember falling asleep. He was in the forge, and a wire was definitely pressing into his cheek as his head laid on his work station. He blinked his eyes open, immediately wincing at the light of the forge itself, and squinted at the person standing next to him.
“Posie?”
Roseline was standing there, concern covering her features. “I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she said, the concern leaking into her words. “Did you mean to fall asleep?”
He sat up slowly, his head pounding in time with his heartbeat. It felt like all of his muscles were screaming at him to lay his head back down, but he didn’t like the way Rosie’s face pulled into worry.
“I don’t think so,” he said, and when he swallowed, it felt like there was shrapnel in his throat. “What time is it?”
“Almost lights out,” Rosie said, brushing his bangs back to press a hand against his forehead. “You look awful, Ev. And you feel like you’re on fire.”
“S’always hot in here,” Evan mumbled, rubbing at his eyes to try to make them stop aching. “An’ we run warm. God of the forge, and everything.”
“This is way more than that,” Rosie said, and the next thing he knew, he was being hauled to his feet. The world swam a bit, and he had to reach out a hand to steady himself on the edge of his desk.
“Woah, Posie, slow down.”
She stilled, eyebrows furrowing at her step-brother of sorts. Their godly parents were married, which had always meant more to Rosie than it had to the rest of her siblings, and his. But, she took it seriously, and so did he.
“Sorry, sorry. I just– you need to go see Cady. You’re definitely sick, you’re all pale and flushed and weak looking.”
“How can I look pale and flushed,” Evan asked quietly, putting his warm face in his freezing hands for a second.
That’s probably not a good sign, he thought.
“I don’t know! Like, pale on your whole face, but your cheeks are flushed. Like when someone has a fever. You know?”
“Not really,” he mumbled. The more he spoke, the more his throat hurt, and it sounded like he’d decided to swallow screws instead of using them for the… something he’d been building. He couldn’t really remember what he’d been in the forge for, anyway. Everything was foggy and disrupted, what with how badly his head was throbbing. And, now that he was thinking about it, he sort of felt like he was made of jello. His muscles were all protesting being upright.
“I’m gonna sit back down,” he said, and Rosie grabbed his arm.
“No way, Ev. You’re going with me to the infirmary. Cady can fix you up and then you can go to bed. Probably in there, she’s going to want to watch you. You know how she worries.”
“Mhm,” Evan said, though he didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay in the forge, where it was warm. “Are you sure I can’t stay here?”
“Evan Knight, you come with me right now.”
Oop, full name. Better listen.
He knew better than to fight with Rosie when she was set on something, and followed her as she started to pull him out of the forge and into the night air. As soon as they crossed the threshold he shivered, crossing his arms over his chest as he pulled out of Rosie’s grip.
“Gods, it’s cold.”
“It’s not,” Rosie said, worry inching back onto her face. “It’s actually really nice tonight.”
“Can I grab my sweatshirt?”
“No,” she said seriously, grabbing one of his arms, but letting him keep it crossed over his chest. “You don’t need to be any warmer than you already are. You’re going to melt your brain or something, or die from fever poisoning.”
“I don’t think that’s a thing,” Evan said, frowning as Rosie marched him toward the Big House. “I don’t think fever poisons you.”
“Well what do I look like to you? A healer? An expert on fevers? That’s why we're going to see Cady.”
“Cady can’t fix everything, Posie. Maybe she won’t be able to do anything about it.”
“She absolutely can,” Rosie said with such conviction that Evan’s next comment was stopped in its tracks.
“Okay, Rosie Posie,” he said softly, trudging along with her even as each step made his muscles scream. “I believe you.”
As it turned out, Cady could do something about it.
“Did you know you didn’t feel well when you went into the forge?” She asked, a hand against his forehead, and another on the back of his neck. She had her eyes closed as she concentrated on his body systems.
Or, at least that’s what she said she was doing.
He liked the way Cady talked when she was working. It made more sense to him; sharp and clinical, without all the emotions and niceties that made communication… difficult for him at times.
“No,” he said honestly. “But I’ve been really focused on this problem with my helicopter backpack thing, so I’ve sort of had my mind on that.”
She nodded. Cady understood that sometimes when he was focused on a project, his body cues went by the wayside. Maybe he had been feeling sick – he’d never know, and he’d never be able to tell her.
“Sounds about right,” she said, pulling her hands away and settling them on her hips. “That’s a pretty nasty cold. I can do some things right now, but sleep is really what’s going to help. In the morning when Will gets in, he’ll be able to deal with the rest of it. But, I can ease some stuff. Take the fever down. Help you sleep and stay asleep. Okay?”
He nodded, hoping that the sleep part would come sooner rather than later. The longer he was awake, the more miserable he felt.
Rosie was sitting next to him, worry literally radiating off of her, and Evan tried to give her a small smile.
“See, Posie? Sleep.”
“And other stuff!” she said, exasperated. “She literally said other stuff too. She’s gonna fix it. I told you, Cady can fix anything.”
Cady’s cheeks darkened, and she pulled at the navy scrub pants she wore during her shifts. “Gosh, Ros, you’ve got way too much faith in me.”
“No! You don’t have enough faith in yourself.” Rosie turned on Evan, pointing a finger at him. “And you don’t have enough faith in your friends. We love you. Let us love you and take care of you. I’m your big sister, damn it, and I’m going to act like it!”
Evan stared at her for a moment, the passion and fire in her eyes making him forget how awful he felt, until he had to turn away to stifle a bone-rattling cough into his elbow.
A hand was on his back in a second, rubbing gentle circles until the coughing fit passed, and when he looked up and shivered, Rosie was there, giving him a concerned and pitying expression.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, barely audible, and she shook her head.
“No, don’t apologize. Just let us take care of you instead of bruising it off as not a big deal. Sometimes things are a big deal, and that’s fine.” She nodded at him. “You’re allowed to be a big deal.”
They’d told him that before. That he was allowed to take up space and ask for help, and that he needed to take better care of himself, but he usually fell back into the old habits he’d gotten used to as a young kid. Fend for yourself, don’t take up space, and stay out of the way.
But, it didn’t seem like Cady or Rosie minded that he was sick, or that he was going to take up their time, so maybe he could let himself have some attention. Just this once.
“Okay,” he said quietly, shifting so he could lay his head on Rosie’s shoulder.
She stiffened for a moment, maybe surprised that he was actually listening for once, and then relaxed, pulling him close to her side.
“Cady’s gonna do some stuff, and then you can go to sleep, okay?”
He nodded, closing his eyes against the harsh fluorescent of the infirmary, and snuggling a little closer to her side.
“Uh huh. Thanks, sis.”
He could hear the smile in her voice when she replied, pulling an arm around his shoulder. “Course, Ev. Just get some rest.”
#'Til Forever Falls Apart#TFFA#brenna writes things#or at least she tries#sickfic#sicktember 2024#hoo au college au#starstwinkleplanetsshine#fragolinaa#Evan is my sweet summer child I love him#an autistic aro/ace king#and Rosie is just queen#camp half-blood#pjo hoo toa#daughter of the sea companion
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I’m just curious. After Mile High what can we expect from you? Parent Trap AU? Wimbledon? Will TFFA or TNIF or Hard Time become the Friday Fic? I’m just curious. You’ve got so many amazing ideas and stories going on I just can’t wait!
I believe it’s going to be the Wimbledon AU!
There’s probably another five or six chapters of Mile High and this does include a bit of their actual relationship. And then I can start actually thinking about some of the other ideas I have floating around in my head
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