#msec fanfic

[writingmccord]

I figured I should introduce myself officially since I’ve been lurking on Madam Secretary tumblr for a while now. Some of you may (or may not lol) know me from FanFiction as gypsysfeather! I just wanted to make a master listing of my MSec fanfics in case anyone is looking for some “new” ones (maybe that you haven’t seen on FF yet). I’ve loved being immersed in this MSec world for the past year!

On top of writing/reading MSec FanFic, I also am a full-time graduate student and am (trying to lol) write a book in all my "free time." I like to explore the human experience as much as I can, particularly through Elizabeth and Henry's characters. I like writing Henry/Elizabeth because they are so human in the show, which is something we don't always get to see in television and movies.

And of course, I'm ultimately a big Tim and Tea fan (how could you not be?). I also like to read romance novels and listen to memoirs on audiobooks, which sometimes my memoirs I'm reading appear in my stories because, well, I'm reading a lot of Madeleine Albright right now.

Thanks, everyone, for being so welcoming! Wish I'd have been part of this fandom when it was still on TV.

These are organized by flash, flash series, and stories, and then organized by rating as well. I have blurbs about the stories underneath and tell whether they're pre-Secretary (some of my favorites to write!) Scroll through and you can click on the titles to go to the FanFiction page.

Chapter stories

Flash

Flash series

[cassandramccord]

‘Love language’ for the prompts, please!

thank you so much for asking!! this one got away from me a little bit and accidentally turned into a five chapter fic of its own. oops. i’m linking the first chapter here and will continue to update it in the next couple of days :)

gifts // 1988

"I got you something," he blurted out suddenly.

"Like a gift?" she asked. Henry nodded; the courage had indeed been fleeting, and had now drained into nothingness and left him with the same gnawing anxiety as before. But it was too late; he was in it now, for better or worse.

[brendalwood]

Cannot believe that tonight marks ten years since#MadamSecretary premiered. What a wonderful time it has been. I loved the show. I made so many new friends because of the show. I started an annual fundraiser for #UNICEF. I participated in many other fundraisers. Can we discuss the amazing fan fiction that has been written in the past ten years. I will admit to rewatching that show all through the COVID pandemic and I bought the DVD’s so I can continue to enjoy this series for the rest of my life. Thank you to #BarbaraHall #MorganFreeman #LoriMcCreary the entire cast and crew and to the incredibly talented #TéaLeoni for making #ElizabethMcCord the most relatable, layered, rich character I have ever seen.

[nonadhesiveness]

Thank you for the ask, and sorry for the wait!

Here's what I came up with. I hope it's okay! 🤞

Do you still take prompts? If yes, I’d love to read your take on this:

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Yes, absolutely! I’m in a bit of a funk at the moment, so any prompts/requests are most definitely welcome. I’ll get to work on this one! (Great choice, by the way.)

[yesmadamepresident]

All Our Fears Would be Irrelevant, Chapter 29

Elizabeth takes some time off, so she and Henry don't see each other for a bit. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Wrong.

FFN | AO3

[bluebird-mccord]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13214374/14/Interrupting-the-McCords

Yeah...

That happened! And it’s utter bollocks! But heyho! Whatever is needed in coronavirus land I suppose!

[teaismyqueen]

Chaos chapter 3

This chapter has a kiss in it. 😘 💋

[cassandramccord]

would love to try writing some short henry & elizabeth fics with these so drop one in my inbox if you see one you’d like!!!

February Prompts 🌹

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

love letter

birds

snowfall

dinner date

mirror

sky

chocolates

poem

rainbow

cards

dream

ring

mountains

kisses

cashmere

dance

roses

heart candies

gifts

cupcakes

diary

carousel

watercolor

love language

rainday

cabin

envelope

ribbons

[queen-bess-mccord]

Quick fic for 5.20. Henry and scuba diving. Written late at night so read at your own risk. Leave me a review and let me know what you think!

[lostinthewords13]

She hasn't found her place under the Sun. Maybe, women like her were meant to walk under the Moon and spread light among the darkness.

[writingmccord]

Elizabeth Adams is in Virginia Beach for Spring Break 1989 when she receives a call that her brother, Will, has been in a terrible accident. With her trauma from the last accident that took her parents, she needs some assistance getting through these more-than-difficult moments. That's when a practical stranger, a fellow UVA sophomore, Henry McCord, lends her a helping hand.

CHAPTER ONE

Elizabeth Adams—the studious girl parked in her bedroom with a book cracked open, or the stressed girl running through flash cards one last time on the walk down the hall to her classroom, or the disappointed girl for receiving her political science paper back and receiving a 92 (an A-). This Elizabeth Adams aced her ACTs. She'd received an acceptance letter to Stanford. She had considered going to UCLA where they were going to give her a full ride to join their Political Science program, on a fast-track to earn a master's degree and a bachelor's in only five years.

When she saw the letters of acceptance laying on her bed, she reached for them, and she dug underneath UCLA and Stanford to find the paper with the header "University of Virginia." With one person on her mind, she grabbed the other acceptances and trashed them, and pictured the boy in her head—the boy who she could be closer to.

In her mind, he was still her kid brother. She still ruffled his hair every chance she got. She flicked his ear whenever he would mouth off. Though he's sixteen years old, off at Houghton, he's still that little twelve-year-old kid who she saw bloodied up in the hospital, crying inconsolably while she tried her best to play his mother for a moment. Though no one was there to play her mother, she did her best, and she still isn't sure it was enough.

If her mother were to see Elizabeth now, she might not recognize the once-studious daughter she had known so well.

"You want to get out of here?" She yells over the music, her beer accidentally flipping over the side of the cup and onto her fingers. She briefly switches hands, wiping the beer absentmindedly on the back of her dress.

"Babe," Andrew says, laying his hands on both her hips and leaning down—moving from being a towering shadow over her to his lips being on her neck. He peppers kisses upwards from the top of her collarbone to the lobe of her ear, giving a nibble.

She awaits his answer, though not patiently as her head is starting to feel swimmy from the loud music and quite possibly the double shot of tequila she'd just done a few minutes prior. She cranes her neck and pushes him backwards slightly, "Andrew," she prods, "Do you want to leave or not? I'm—"

"Andrew!" She peeks around his shoulder and groans when she sees some of his basketball player friends. He turns around and gives them a hug, and she knows then that she's done for. In a moment of drunken rage, she looks down in her beer cup at the liquid tainted by the smell of smoke, the lights, and God only knows what else. Her eyes go up to the back of Andrew's head again slowly, and in that same moment of drunken rage, her arm propels upwards and forwards, splattering all the beer out on his back.

She turns and runs immediately.

(continue reading)



[yesmadamepresident]

I've always been too intimidated to do one of these, but I'm going to kick off this next year of my life in Alice Harvey fashion by doing something that scares me. Can't promise I'll do them all, but I'll certainly try!

send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble

brokenbellamy:

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

Writer’s preference

[cassandramccord]

"Hey," Henry said. "Want to go for a walk?"

The takeout containers were left on the floor, a still life portrait of the first night in an otherwise empty and echoing house. Henry and Elizabeth held hands and stepped out into the warm summer evening, and onto the front porch where the green pastures sprawled in front of them. Elizabeth took a long, slow breath, and if Henry looked, he could almost see the tension melting off of her.

[brendalwood]

Met up with #2queens1prince last night in DC. I am on vacation and she was here for a work conference.

#friendship

[madamsecretaryfanfics]

MSec Humans! A new MSec writer @karijean is looking for a beta. If someone is willing to read her work please contact her. 

[revolutionsoftheheart]

elizabeth/henry + 19!

19. Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer

Thanks for sending a prompt! I was super excited to receive something for Elizabeth and Henry. (I’m sure this isn’t what you had in mind though…)

Warning: Angst ahead.

They’ve argued over this particular topic countless times – have disagreed since Henry first brought it up and, even on that end, they can’t agree. He insists she’s the one who started the conversation that first time. (She’s since forgotten how it started.)

The disagreement is far from a first for their relationship. Though scary and hurtful at times, challenging each other is one of the many ways they’ve kept the flame alive all these years. They knew the last time the subject was brought up that it wouldn’t be the last they heard of it – though this time, it very well may be – and even now, as she lays barely moving in this uncomfortable bed, wearing a teal gown that does very little to help her complexion, Henry insists on contradicting her.

Elizabeth wishes he’d stop fighting it. She had. She’d come to accept that every day could be her last – their last – even though she was stubborn enough to last a month longer than the doctors predicted.

“Don’t give me that look,” comes the gruff voice on her left, as Henry pushes himself up from the chair he’d occupied all morning, groaning when his joints crack in protest. She hopes he didn’t spend all night sleeping in that awful position; they’re not 50 anymore. He can’t just sleep anywhere he wants. (She knows he did.)

She plays along, offering a weak, “What look?”

He stands by her side, palms coming to rest on arm. His hands are warm, just like she remembers. “That ‘I think today’s the day’ look.” His gaze finds hers, eyes filled with equal measures of reassurance and worry. “I told you – you’re not leaving this world before me.”

Elizabeth chuckles at his insistence – every day, the same obstinate refusal to see her go first – but even the short laugh is enough to send a new wave of pain down her chest. She coughs, violently, and it hurts everywhere. Her eyes shut; her teeth clench. His right hand cups her nape, supporting her head, while the thumb of his left brushes comforting circles on the skin of her arm.

It’s a few scary minutes in which she knows he’s holding his breath before the coughing subsides, but it does. He wipes the sweat off her brows, his touch gentle and caring. When she feels strong enough, she whispers, “I think you’ll lose this one,” and for the first time, he doesn’t rebut her.

That alone tells Elizabeth more than she needs to know about her current state.

Henry kisses her forehead, then her nose, her cheek. “I’ll make sure you stay with us until the kids arrive,” he says, and she nods, before he pecks her lips one last time.

There’s no need to argue over that.

(Feel free to send more kissing prompts.)