#leatin fic

[televangelists]

new 68k leatin fic just dropped. it’s the bear au. happy pride month

[plutosrobin]

writing leatin fanfic is me thinking i am crafting an interesting plot when really i’m just saying “they were idiots and then they kissed” in 100 different fonts

[comic-book-jawns]

At the end of all this starless night (Part 4)

“Did you think you were having another boy?”

There’s not a hint of sarcasm in her older daughter’s voice, which Rana would have considered a miracle before … Before she realized that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d given Fatin her undivided attention.

“No, I knew.”

Getting pregnant at 44 had been the surprise. A shock to the system she’d taken for menopause. A revelation overwhelming enough to leave her a crumpled mess on the floor, tended to not by her husband but her own child.

And yet…

And yet, Rana had made her choice, telling herself it was the only logical option: she couldn’t do this all over again without Samad, and he and Fatin couldn’t continue on their current path.

But it was at ten weeks that her world had truly turned upside down. Even the doctors, who’d already declared it a high-risk pregnancy due to her age, didn’t seem to have an explanation for how her “threatened miscarriage” had resolved.

Rana didn’t have an explanation, either. But she didn’t need one.

Read more @ ao3

[dittobtch]

I'd like to hear about leatin

ah yes my favourite topic:

leah, just a lonely girl living in a lonely world. a girl who falls in love with an older disgusting man only to get her heart broken later on.

then there's fatin: bold, gifted, and tired. so fucking tired of being held back by her busy schedule that she doesn't even want.

both of them fear love for different reasons. fatin thinks she's incapable of it and even if she was, all it brings is pain and heartbreak and she's had enough of that. besides, she doesn't have the time for anything like that: not romantic love nor platonic. familial love for fatin is... well... complicated...

leah on the other hand is familiar with the sting an intense, burning love leaves behind. she's suddenly left alone and has to deal with the consequences on her own. despite everything, all she wants is that toxic love back. to her, it's the only thing that can cure the emptiness she feels.

even on the island all she can think about is jeff. she gets into a literal fight with fatin over him (and fatin's "laziness" and lack of cooperation, but anyways).

then shit gets real. specifically, fatin goes missing. (cue the beginning of a beautiful, complex, sometimes toxic relationship).

only after Leah's confronted with the thought that holy shit someone could die - Fatin could die, does she finally burn his fuck ass book and metaphorically let him go (for now, anyways).

things are good for a bit, then they're bad. the ups and downs of the island. sometimes they get along, like when they think they're going to get rescued. other times they still have trouble getting along and that's okay too; they're learning and they're there for each other and that's all that matters.

well, they're there for each other until they're not. leah's mental health goes into a decline as season 2 begins. fatin tries to hold it together for the both of them, but she can't help but (homoerotically) argue with leah (for the second time) to defend her grieving friend.

eventually they make up because of course they do. afterall, fatin "was starting to like her" and knew that she could never really stop caring about leah.

in fact, the opposite starts happening. she cares about leah so much that she begins to look for the truth for leah. she devotes herself to the very thing that nearly drove leah insane. because she believes leah, for real this time.

and it's good but it's makes her feel so guilty because holy shit leah was right and fatin let her believe that she was insane. she unknowingly helped in gaslighting leah, but she can't give up now. she has to prove that leah was right; it's the only thing that can make up for it.

so, fatin attempts to pick up what leah left behind. fatin, who less than two months ago was unwillingly to help in building a simple shelter, puts in so much of her time and energy in figuring out the truth for leah. she'll let herself go insane the way leah did, do all the ethically questionable things, as long as leah doesn't have to do it anymore.

because fatin loves her:

and even though leah doesn't know fatin does all of this for her, leah loves her back:

(i could not for the life of me find a "the voices you love" gif, sorry)

ultimately, i love leatin because it's a story of these two complex teenagers who heal and break together. neither of them are fond of the idea of love when they meet, especially not with each other but together, they form a unique bond. their love doesn't fix each other but instead, they do things out of love for one another that helps them both.

they relearn how to love together. it's not perfect, but it works for them.

in the words of basically everyone left in this fandom: THEY COULD HAVE BEEN EVERYTHING but also they kind of already were everything and i don't think i'll ever get over it.

anyways if you liked this you should read my new fic too lmao

[lucytara]

leah/fatin fic [1/3]: there's something in the static (i think i've been having revelations)

Kissing Fatin is like a sedative; not in the way where someone’s forcibly injecting some cocktail directly into her bloodstream, but like something that sinks into her gums, makes all the edges and corners of the world look like around, not through; around, not over. Kissing Fatin is the opposite of smoke and mirrors, the opposite of gunpoint, the opposite of pressing her thumb against the sharp point of a knife just to see if it’ll cut. Kissing Fatin makes every moment after something to look forward to. It’s so simple, so miniscule, so inconsequential: Life can be good again, if she lets it.

[leah and fatin, canon continuation. the power of love and the weight of trauma - and tragically, no, leah's learned, they don't cancel each other out.

rated m for now? almost entirely written already, sitting at 75k. this chapter is 21.7k.]

[pippytmi]

leah x fatin from this prompt list: "it’s like 3AM and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk pls take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’ neighbor of mine AU"

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“Dorothy,” Fatin groans, thumping her head against the door for the millionth time. “Please, please, let me in. Are you mad at me? Is it because I called your boyfriend a grade-A hottie? I was just trying to be supportive, I don’t really find him that hot.” She pauses. “Or is it the laundry thing? I swear I’ll stop stealing your T-shirts and actually go to the laundromat more. I’ve never touched your lesbian cargo pants! Doesn't that count for anything? Dorothyyyy.”

Still nothing but continued silence. Fatin takes a sad gulp of her beatbox and debates crying. Maybe then Dot will open the door—she hates it when Fatin cries, calls it gross and ugly. At the very least, Dot won't subject the neighbors to it.

There’s a sudden cough, and Fatin sits up, prepared to fight for her life (or at least her drink), but there’s no danger in sight; it’s just Leah, the reclusive student who lives across the hall, who sometimes comes over when Dot needs help drinking the beer Fatin refuses to touch. “I think your roommate is out,” she tells Fatin slowly. “I saw her leave like three hours ago.”

“Well fuck me,” Fatin says, stunned. “I’ve been groveling to that bitch for like twenty minutes.”

Leah shifts from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable. “Yeah, I heard you,” she says. “It’s kind of distracting.”

“Distracting?” Fatin repeats, first out loud, and then several more times in her head, not sure what to make of it. Until understanding suddenly dawns, and she sits up with a renewed interest. “Holy shit, do you have company over? Are you getting some?”

“What? No!” Leah’s skin turns a bright shade of red. “I’m trying to write a paper.”

“Ugh, lame,” Fatin says, slumping right back against the floor. “Just when I thought you might be interesting.”

Leah blinks. “Okay, well,” she says after a beat. “I just wanted to let you know.” She cracks open her apartment door, lingering in the doorway only to ask, “Will you be…alright?”

“No, Leah, I will not,” Fatin scoffs. “I’m drunk as shit and I need to pee and Dot has obviously abandoned me when I need her the most. I'm probably going to die in this hallway.” She has to pause for a necessary shiver. “I think this might be the lowest I've ever been. Like, physically and emotionally.”

Two doors down, there is the distinct sound of a bang against the wall. “Shut the fuck up!”

“You shut up!” Fatin yells back at whoever it is. Toni, probably. What an asshole.

Leah doesn't move, still half-shielded by her own door, and she does not comment on Toni’s asshole-ness. “Did you try calling Dot’s phone?”

“Obviously,” Fatin says. “But now my phone’s dead, and Dot didn't answer any of my calls. I called her like fifty times, Leah. At least.”

Another bang. “It's three in the fucking morning!”

“Go to hell, Toni!”

Leah sighs. “I can try to call Dot,” she says, like this is all some big inconvenience to her, which is really very rude considering that Fatin and Dot are stellar neighbors. Plus Dot is almost Leah’s friend, so…Fatin is a friend by association. Or whatever. “Do you have anywhere you can stay in the meantime?”

“No, I live here now,” Fatin says sorrowfully, stretching out onto the horrifyingly sticky carpet floor. “Hey. Wait a second, I can just crash with you!”

“Uh,” Leah casts an uneasy glance over her shoulder. “My roommate is asleep, and the place isn't really fit for…company.”

“Are you really going to make me beg twice?” Fatin says. “Cause you know I can do it. I will cry on your doorstep. That is a threat and a promise.” She sits up, determined, as Leah continues to hesitate. “Come on! Take pity on a poor, drunk, damsel in distress. I have a stupid chem final tomorrow—are you really going to let me suffer out here all night?”

“I guess you can stay until Dot’s back,” Leah says, finally opening her door all the way. “But you have to be really quiet. Rachel will kill both of us if you wake her up.”

“Rachel loves me, don’t even worry,” Fatin says, downing the rest of her beatbox in one go. Or mostly, anyway, because some of it spills out of the corner of her mouth. Whatever, it’s not like the carpet hasn’t seen worse spills.

Leah doesn’t attempt to hide her wince. But she also does not take her invitation back, so Fatin counts it as a win.

“I’ll get you a phone charger,” Leah says. A beat. “And some water.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Fatin says, sinking onto the couch with a deep, satisfied exhale. “Any chance you have food? I would actually kill for something deep-fried.”

“We probably don’t have much, but you can look,” Leah’s voice fades out as she vanishes into the bedroom, and Fatin doesn’t need to be told twice.

Probably is too kind a word—there is absolutely nothing to eat at all, beside a stack of individual meals in tupperware that are aggressively labeled “Rachel.” Fatin abandons the fridge and rummages through the cupboards instead, finding her saving grace in the one constant of any college diet: instant ramen.

Before Fatin can even tear it open for an attempt at (drunk) cooking, Leah comes back, and she eyes Fatin up and down like she wants to say something but doesn't. Except: “I found a charger.”

Fatin hugs the ramen to her chest and can only stare. “That's not an iPhone charger,” she says. “Oh God, are you an Android girl?”

Leah frowns. “What’s wrong with having an Android?”

“I am so sorry you live in the dinosaur age,” Fatin says, crinkling her nose in disgust. “Forget it, I’ll have to borrow one from Rachel in the morning.”

“So now you’re staying the night?” Leah doesn’t even try to hide her unease at the idea.

Fatin huffs. “Oh relax, I’m not trying to sleep in your bed or anything,” she says. “Just let me crash on your couch, c’mon. Don't be a dick…please.”

“Fine, whatever,” Leah says, obviously affronted at the idea of being called a dick. “You’re not going to throw up, are you?”

“No, I will not throw up on your precious couch. Damn, you’re judgy.” Fatin goes right back to her unopened ramen in a futile attempt to open it with her nails (they’re a new set, and too expensive to break), before Leah finally sighs and takes pity on her.

“If I make you something to eat, will you be quiet?”

“Can you even cook?” Fatin snarks right back, but Leah plucks the bag from Fatin’s hands without taking the bait.

“Bathroom’s the first door down the hallway,” Leah says—an obvious dismissal—and Fatin would be offended if she didn't have to take a piss.

The bathroom mirror has seen better days, cracked right down the middle like something out of a horror movie. Fatin’s mascara-smeared face reflects back at her, and she halfheartedly scrubs at the marks until she looks more alive.

When she’s done, she re-enters the kitchen to find Leah poking the bubbling Ramen with a fork and inspiring zero confidence that this girl can even cook. The fact is only driven home when Leah asks,

“Do you want cheese?”

“Cheese?” Fatin repeats. “Am I a fucking mouse?”

Leah rolls her eyes. “On your noodles.” She waves a Kraft single between two fingers, and Fatin officially loses all respect for this girl.

“Ew, no way,” Fatin says. “That stuff's practically radioactive.”

“Then here.” Leah pours the soup into a bowl, immediately moves off to rinse out the pot and clean up the minimal mess from her efforts.

Suddenly, Fatin feels the tiniest bit guilty. Maybe she's not exactly the best house guest…or whatever. “Wait, don't you want some of this?”

Leah twists to look at Fatin, and she's noticeably perplexed at the offer. “It's three in the morning.”

“And?” Fatin waits for a better answer. Leah doesn't give one.

So that's how they end up splitting instant ramen noodles, Leah with (gross) cheese on hers and Fatin with a generous helping of Sriracha on her own. They put the TV on mute and read the subtitles for a horrible black-and-white movie on Netflix, and a thought suddenly occurs to Fatin.

“Hey, is this a date?”

Leah chokes. “What?”

“We’re having dinner and watching a movie,” Fatin says. “This is more wine and dine action than I’ve seen in years.”

“I’m just keeping you company until Dot comes home or you fall asleep,” Leah says. “God, you’re a lot more self-centered than Dot says.”

Fatin narrows her eyes. “She told you I was self-centered?”

“She said self-involved, actually.” Leah carefully drinks some soup from the rim of her bowl. “And you’re also drunk. I wouldn’t go on a date with a drunk person.”

“So you’re saying you would consider a date with me when I’m sober?” Fatin asks, and Leah turns a bright shade of red.

“No,” Leah says, and continues eating.

“That would be a lot more convincing if you didn’t keep staring at my tits,” Fatin says, unfazed as she waves her chopsticks in the air, and Leah chokes all over again.

(It’s certainly going to be something to revisit in the morning, in any case).

[jjadmanii]

feels like i just got put on hold by a sui*ide hotline ngl

[blinkaftermidnight]

Me??? Posting a 50k COMPLETED Leatin fic in the year 2024??? Who would've thought?

After finishing a draft in 2021 and not being able to get it to something I thought would be acceptable to post, I've finally done it. It'll never be perfect, but it's good enough. And it's not doing any good dying on my hard drive.

The first chapter of the fic that was originally known as you left me in the dark is up on AO3.

[sapphicneige]

love (the kind of emptiness that only you can cure) - Chapter 1: you could have my heart (and I would break it for you)

Summary:

Leah's spent her entire adult life drifting. She's never been able to hold a job longer than a year and has spent more time without one than with one.

Fatin is a world-famous cellist, one of the largest influencers on social media, and on the cusp of releasing her new makeup line.

No one would have ever guessed that the two of them have been best of friends for over a decade. That is, until you saw them in person, at how close and comfortable they are with each other.

But, despite how close they are, neither has ever had the courage to share how they really feel, has ever broached the topic of why they fall back into their usual unhealthy habits whenever they're apart from each other for an extended amount of time, has ever truly been as honest as they both wish they could be.

Words: 5,787 Main Relationships: leatin Rating: M

Fic:

[halcyon-hyacinth]

“This is so anticlimactic.” Fatin groans. “I did not risk my life for such a lame finish.”

Leah side-eyes her. “Not everything has to be a metaphor for sex, Fatin.”

“Not everyone’s such a prude, Leah.”

[jimalim]

I'm supposed to be writing a fic in which the plot involves a cat, but instead I've been avoiding it by rereading my leatin fic about them adopting a cat.

[televangelists]

hey so uhhh. new leatin fic that i wrote for @lucytara but the rest of you can read it too i guess (please)

[plutosrobin]

girls i hope you’re ready i’m once again putting leatin in Situations

[emilyjunk]

Starting a new fic after I've already written 12k of something else that I haven't finished

[dittobtch]

new leatin fic??

and it's a tumblr fic????? (nobody cheered)

more-issues-than-vogue: i can’t believe you left my love confession on read

folding-for-ben: What was I supposed to do?

more-issues-than-vogue: idk fall deeply and hopelessly in love with me

Or, a lame as hell leatin Tumblr au.

@not-just-a-mess

[lucytara]

leah/fatin fic: there's something in the static (i think i've been having revelations) [4/4]

(Ian finds them around two in the morning, lying on their backs in the grass and having a deep discussion around parallel universes and other lives they could’ve led. From what he gathers, Leah is the ocean and Fatin is the sky, or something else gay and poetic he can’t really get a handle on. They’re extremely high, having smoked all three joints Colby’d given them, and when he helps Fatin to her feet, she turns to Leah and says– I’ve got it. You’re everything and I’m everything. I’d find you anywhere.  Leah tugs her into a kiss so bruisingly sincere he feels his own mouth hurt. He’s had his lips where Fatin’s are now, but he’d never understood what it meant - to be kissed like that by her. Like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.)

[final chapter!! again probably leans towards e but it's not a focus; recovery doesn't always look momentous - sometimes fatin feels like she's going nowhere at all. 24k.]