#my nancy drew fic

[tinyluminaryzombie]

HOMECOMING a @secretsleuthexchange gift for @flaming-queer-fanboi. Happy (almost) new year!

Four times Nancy Drew came back home post canon. (one time by herself and three times with Ace).

Hope you enjoy :)

[bethanyactually]

Feels Just Like A Beat Up Truck // The Sign Up Ahead // (But the Engine Doesn’t Turn) // ibid. // ibid. // I Turn the Engine // ibid. // Listened Through the Cemetery Trees // ibid. // “oh god I had a really big epiphany about love and personhood but I’m too drunk for words”, mixed media on paper by tumblr user billypotts // Listened Through the Cemetery Trees // all fic from the One Headlight series by @pressdbtwnpages

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Kelsey!!! 💛💜 (1/2)

[scarletslippers]

You know what I just realized? One day Nancy and Ace are going to tell their story, and laugh. In that way that couples do, when people ask how they met or got together. They’ll talk over each other and interject and laugh. And it will be lovely.

“So I’m standing there, just having worked up the courage to tell the girl I’ve loved forever that I have feelings for her, and she does nothing. Just stands there, staring at me.”

“I was in shock! I couldn’t process!”

“That is not true, you always process. Anyway, then her dad walks in—”

“The worst timing, let me tell you—”

“So then I just left. I had no idea what to do. I thought maybe I had just ruined the best thing I ever had.”

Nancy leans closer, entwining their fingers together. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

[honey-tea-and-lemon-trees]

fifteen seconds to maine

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Ace is the bass player of up-and-coming band 'Fifteen Seconds to Maine' (formerly known as Gil Bobbsey and Band). He hates it. When the band are offered the chance to tour with rising popstar Laci McAllister, Ace reluctantly agrees to come along, if only to please Laci and the band's manager, Nick.

It's all going pretty well until the band arrives at the Claw, a bar owned and operated by a very pissed off George. She cancels their gig last minute, leaving Nick in a tailspin and petulant Gil in a mood to stir up trouble. George has called up experts, Bess and Nancy to sort things out but they have no idea what they're headed into.

Yeah... it's all a bit more than Ace signed up for.

-- or... I like writing ace in sexy professions xoxo

a joke I had a long time ago and a band name from an online generator that made me laugh for hours... many months and months and months later!!!

chapter 1 of 2.

love to everyone who's here 💛

[stuckonaglacierwithmacgyver]

PSA on tagging ships

I am lowkey begging everyone to use & for platonic pairings.

This is what we used to do in fandom back in the day (not that far back tho) and it distinguishes between your classic romantic/sexual ships where you want to see them kiss etc. and the ones where it's just... two characters interacting.

Like if you were referring to Sam and Dean ~romantic stylez~ you would use Sam/Dean or Sam x Dean, but if you were just appreciating their platonic relationship you'd use Sam & Dean (or Sam&Dean).

If you tag two something as Annie x Barb I am going to assume Annie and Barb kiss, okay, and then one of two things happens:

If I'm into that I'm going to be disappointed when there's nothing shippy.

If I'm not into that I might not engage with that fanwork to avoid it.

Basically remember:

Person A/Person B = non-platonic

Person A x Person B = non-platonic

Person A & Person B = platonic

[hepaidattention]

that one where Nancy says Ace's full name

Ace looks at Nancy, exhaling a big puff of breath from his lungs, and the smallest of smiles creeping up the corners of his mouth. "Feels kinda weird, doesn't it? Being free from the supernatural drama for once?"

Nancy, eyes wide, mind racing, turned her head slowly as she looked up at her smiling Ace. Free from supernatural drama. Free. They were free. They had been free for months and they didn't even know, and now here they were, side by side, free, and neither of them had done anything about that. "Yeah, it uh... kinda makes you wanna do something crazy, you know? Something uncharacteristic, something..."

"Spontaneous?" He wiggled his brows at her and Nancy couldn't help but give a splitting face grin back. Then he added, "What're you thinkin'? Paris?"

She nodded thoughtfully, then turned to face him completely. "I was thinking something a little more spontaneous than that,"

"Yeah?" Ace laughed, his hand running through his hair just to place it back in the perfect spot. "What could be more spontaneous than Paris? Getting married?"

He was joking, it was obvious. He was laughing and expecting Nancy to be laughing with him, but his smile deflated when he met her serious, bright blue eyes and said, "Yeah," then she shrugged, then said, "Honeymoon in Paris would make it even better."

His mouth opened, then closed. Then it opened again, then it closed again. His hands were on his hips in a very confused and serious stance, and finally he said, "Nance, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Nancy shrugged, "I'm saying I love you, and not being able to say that I love you has been torture for the past few months. Now that I can, I don't intend of ever not saying it again."

"Nancy..." He was searching her eyes, panic in his, clearly terrified she wasn't real right now, or she was messing with him, or this was all another part of Temperance's ploy to ruin their happiness all over again.

So, Nancy took it upon herself to make it very real. "I am asking you in the middle of the sidewalk of Horseshoe Bay, in the purest spirit of spontaneity and love, that you, Joseph 'Ace' Hardy, will marry me."

"Resurected and proposed to all in the same day," he chuckled, his grin growing bigger and bigger by the minute. "Most definitely will be telling our grandkids about this one."

At this point, Nancy was wrapped securely in Ace's arms. She rolled her eyes teasingly as she said, "So... is that a yes?"

"Can I think about it?" Nancy would have said yes if he wasn't obviously joking. Before she could even answer he said, "I thought about it. I think Greece might be a better honeymoon destination."

Nancy rolled her eyes at him again, said, "Hell no," and pulled him from the collar of his shirt, bringing their lips together in a messy but sweet kiss. It was a kiss to make up for all of their lost ones, every opportunity stolen from Temperance, now being taken back and reclaimed as their own.

"Hey, get a room," they heard in a deep voice, a little too deep. They both pulled apart to see Bess walking up behind the two of them with a wide and beaming smile on her face, the obvious culprit of the fake deep voice. She gave a little wave and said, "Sorry to interrupt, but Nancy your dad's are looking for you."

"Oh perfect -" Nancy looked back up at Ace, knowing Bess was about to lose her mind. "Do you think they both can walk me down the aisle? Or what are we thinking, court house?"

Bess turned the color of a ghost - which would be white. She clenched both of their arms with a tight grip and said, "I'm sorry, is there something I'm missing?"

"Nothing much, just planning a wedding is all-" Ace pretended not to seem effected by Bess' squeals, "do you think Bess could be a best man - best woman?"

"Hmm, I don't know, I think Nick would be offended by that," Nancy was just being cruel at this point.

"Oh, to hell with Nickerson!" Bess exclaimed, both Ace and Nancy no longer able to hide their laughter, "If anyone is going to be Ace Hardy's best man it is going to be me." She crossed her arms over her chest and firmly said, "Now, what's this nonsense about a courthouse?"

Nancy smiled at her friend. She intertwined her fingers with Ace's and they walked hand in hand as they listened to Bess plan the most extravagant last minute wedding in Nancy's houses backyard. They walked their way up the sidewalk, up into the apartment, and with grins on their faces, shared the news with a roaring of applause.

Because after all they'd had been through together, no one could think of a better happy ending.

[reviewdiaries]

We've Got To Stop Kissing Like This

Four times Nancy and Ace had to kiss for reasons and one time they kissed because... well... you know.

#1 Supernatural Entity

#2 Hexed Object

#3 For a Case

#4 A Play

#5 And One

And we're done! Thanks so much for joining me this week for lots of Nace kisses! And thank you to @nacediscord for the awesome event!

[thatiranianphantom]

You said this is what you wanted. 

She repeats it to herself as she climbs down into the yacht club’s basement. She holds the words as a shield, as a reassurance. 

(And deeper down, she hugs I’m a better person with you in my life to herself. If she closes her eyes and feels the words surround her, it’s almost like he’s here with her.)

You said this is what you wanted. 

He would be happier. He’d be free. She could give him that, she could make him happy. He’d forget all about her, about their love, and he’d find someone else and he’d be happy. 

That’s what she wanted for him. That’s what she wants more than anything. 

I want you to be happy.

And she’d…she’d forget. This pain that flows through her, that chips away at every little piece of her every time she sees him, and even when she doesn’t, it’d disappear. 

She’d forget, and she’d find someone else, and it’d be….fine. Not like it was with him, not ever again, but it’d be liveable. 

And for all the times the supernatural had blown up the pieces of her life, it almost feels like she’s owed this. 

You said this is what you wanted. 

He won’t be mad. He can’t be mad, he’ll never find out. And even if he does, he’ll know she did this for him. She did this for him when she was so in love with him that she couldn’t think outside of that. He’s Ace, he’ll understand.

I am in this because of you.

Nancy takes a deep breath, her sin on the tip of her tongue, and begins. 

[nineofhearts4]

Title: And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

Fandom: Nancy Drew

Relationships: Nancy Drew/Ace

Word Count: 14,979

Summary:

Nancy tells one lie and it spirals out of control.

Or: 3 times Nancy and Ace lie about being a couple, and one time it spirals out of control (a fake dating AU in a canon adjacent setting) This fic is a gift for @honey-tea-and-lemon-trees as part of the @secretsleuthexchange. I hope you enjoy it!

[ghostmaggie]

tapped on your window on your darkest night

Words: 30,548

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Nancy Drew/Ace

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Season/Series 01

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1kD2SbOEvx5Dr11dzMZM6E?si=56a176a0b3bb49a0

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47819497

Summary:

She’s sitting behind the Bayside Claw, Horseshoe Bay’s number-one ramshackle tourist-trap seafood joint, wearing a wrinkled blue uniform and trying to stretch out every second of her hard-won ten-minute break, talking idly about nothing to a strange, inscrutable boy whose last name she hasn’t even bothered to learn. And, well. Maybe doing a little more than talking. - Or: What if instead of hooking up with Nick pre-canon, Nancy hooked up with Ace?

—

A year ago, Nancy never would have pictured herself here.  

That’s in both a metaphorical and a physical sense.  

On the one hand, she’s washed up and burnt out, barely treading water and generally one wrong move away from an emotional breakdown, desperately missing her mother and spending most of her waking hours pretending she doesn’t care that she’s not at college like she’s supposed to be, that her life has gone completely off the rails.  

Meanwhile, she’s also sitting behind the Bayside Claw, Horseshoe Bay’s number-one ramshackle tourist-trap seafood joint, wearing a wrinkled blue uniform and trying to stretch out every second of her hard-won ten-minute break, talking idly about nothing to a strange, inscrutable boy whose last name she hasn’t even bothered to learn.  

She’s kind of made a habit of it, since that day her first week when she’d stumbled across him back here, sitting on an overturned bucket.  

It had been a particularly bad day. She had woken up in a worse mood than usual, and everything just seemed to remind her of her mom, and her mom’s absence. And then George had snapped at her even more than usual, and Bess had spilled something cold and sticky all over her, and when her ten finally hit, she just wanted to find a place to be alone and cry.  

But then: Ace.  

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[tinyluminaryzombie]

I Couldn't Lose You

(What if it was Ryan instead of Carson at the hospital???)

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Everything’s a bit fuzzy when Nancy wakes up. The chair to her side seems to shake as much as her hands. So her first thought (after where the hell am I) wills her vision to still. 

She stops breathing at her second thought. 

“Ace. Where’s Ace?” If she’s in a hospital bed and wasn’t even the one cursed, then where the hell is he?

She hears a bit of shuffling and turns her head to see Ryan walking toward her. 

“Nancy, thank god. Are you okay?” he asks, pauses, and then decided to not wait for an answer. “Of course, you’re not okay. What happened? Bess said it was a ritual gone wrong?” 

Whatever the truth was, she needed to know. “Dad. Ace–is he okay?” 

When Ryan reaches for her hand, Nancy wants to change her mind. She wants to scream, to violently and loudly chose to live in any delusion where Ace is safe. Ryan brushes his thumb against her palm. Ace has to be alive. She can’t do this again. 

“Nancy, it’s okay. He’s okay. He’s in the waiting room. He’s okay,” Ryan said, pulling her into a hug, tears landing on his cheeks. “You know, it was bad for a while, Nancy. Thank god you’re awake.” 

Ryan pulled away to look at her directly in the eyes. “What happened Nancy? What did Bess mean?” 

Nancy took a deep breath. “We tried to break the love curse. We had all the answers and all the ingredients. I guess it was too easy.” She let out a ragged, low laugh. “We spent the day preparing for the ritual. He’d pause as we were chopping some mystical herb and ask if I was still scared. Of course, I was. But at some point, I started believing it would work. He told me when he first liked me and we were planning vacations and I was trying to figure out how we’d afford it. But Temperance sabotaged the ritual.” 

Ryan continued holding her hand. “Wait, you were planning a trip?” 

“Yes…and I know it was stupid and reckless and—”

“—No, I mean maybe but that wasn’t why I asked. So you and Ace talked about taking a romantic trip while the curse was still intact? And his romantic feelings for you?” 

She nodded. Why was Ryan fixating on this? They needed a solution, not to focus on the unfulfilled promises they made to each other. 

“So discussing your feelings doesn’t activate the curse?” 

Oh. And she’d been so scared to even tell him about the curse, but apparently, she could monologue for hours on her love and their hearts would keep beating. But they can’t touch each other. And after that kiss, after losing him and getting him for real, she needs to be able to. To drag her fingers through his hair. To place her hands on his arms. To hold him by the waist as he kisses her again and again and again. 

“I guess only physical manifestations of our feelings count?” she said, not really understanding Ryan’s point. “Which is why we need to talk to Bess and find a different way. We have to try again.”

“Nancy, you’re going to need to take a break. I’m not telling you to stop, and despite my fear, I don’t want you to stop altogether. I know I wouldn’t. But you need to rest. And then when you’re back, we have to be smart. You can’t do rituals you found less than 24 hours before. We have to have safeguards and contingency plans so something like this,” he pauses, his eyes dragging across the hospital room, “never happens again.”

“Ace is my person. I can’t just give up! Pretend to move on and be totally cool being just friends.” 

“Nancy, I don’t think you understand. I’m not staying to give up. And not saying you should walk away from Ace. I’m saying we need to use Temperance’s blind spots against her. She only thought of love as physical.” Ryan stops, looking awkwardly at his hands. Standing up, he speaks again “there are many ways to love, she only made one deadly.” 

“Nancy, maybe I’m overstepping but if I could even just exchange emails again with Lucy I’d be happy. I miss excitingly checking my inbox and hiding my notifications from the people around me. I miss our written declarations and confessions. If I got the choice—to be able to be with her again but only like that?—I’d take it.” 

“Dad.” Nancy doesn’t know what to say. Her throat seems too sharp and she knows if she moves, she’ll be bawling. 

“Just think about it. I’ll send Ace in.” 

[teamdoofus]

fic: mourning boy, mourning city [bess/henry]

Pairing(s): Bess Marvin / Henry Bolet Jr. Rating: E Word Count:  44,095 Summary:

This fic is the answer to the question of what would have happened if Nancy and Bess’ roles had been reversed in Legend of the Crystal Skull, and Bess had ended up at Henry’s place instead.

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[scarletslippers]

Literally procrastinated brushing my teeth to write this. I'll get it up on ao3 later because I have to go to work 😂

Dedicated to @flythesail because you know why, Ash. You're the reason this dialogue spark happened.

“And then we, uh, you know.”

“Oh.” Ace sounds surprised. “We did? Here? Like, in this bed?”

Nancy huffs a quiet laugh, forehead creasing as she considers his question. “Sort of? It was your apartment but it looked different than this. You know, like how things in a dream are not quite right but they feel familiar? The bed was in front of a window.”

“I don’t even have a window big enough to put a bed in front of.”

Nancy laughs again. “Maybe interior design wasn’t Temperance’s specialty.”

“Hmm.”

Silence falls between them, the comfortable kind they always used to share, and Nancy closes her eyes, soaking it in. Ace made that comment about losing a friend and she hadn’t realized just how much she had missed this. That loving him was getting to love all the parts of him. 

“Was it good?” Ace asks so suddenly that it startles another loud, watery laugh out of Nancy.

“That’s your question?” she asks incredulously. 

“Well, yeah.”

“Ace,” she begins in almost exasperation. “It was great.”

“Hmm,” Ace hums again.

“Oh no, that’s your jealous ‘hmm’.”

“I am not jealous.” He protests, but his voice says otherwise. 

“Nice try.” Nancy looks over at him with a fond smile. “But I know you.”

“He—that version of me got to be with you. Of course I’m jealous of that guy.”

“Well, that guy also died,” Nancy quips, the laughter rapidly draining from her voice as she realizes the weight of her words, having been caught in their banter. 

She looks over at Ace, finding similar tears brewing in his eyes. But he just looks concerned, worried for her, not upset about his death. She’s not sure why she expected anything else. 

Instead, Ace smiles, pulling her back to right now, making real memories, here, in his bed. “That guy is definitely missing out. He didn’t get personally delivered bagels and pickles.”

Nancy smiles too. “A winning combination, really.”

“Hmm,” Ace muses for a third time, only this time Nancy can tell it’s soft and sappy. “Just like us.”

She rolls her eyes but smiles wide. “Yeah, Ace. Just like us.”

[honey-tea-and-lemon-trees]

I know how your kiss would taste (even without touch)

gif credit @nacesource (x)

The bed thuds with the sound of two bodies hitting it. Side by side and not daring to touch.

When she turns her head, Ace is looking back at her. He hasn’t looked away.

‘I’ve always liked walks,’ he murmurs.

‘You told me…’ Nancy swallows thickly. ‘You reminded me that Horsehoe Bay needs me, that the people here care about me, at a time when I was really doubting myself.’

Ace blinks. ‘I’ve always liked doing that, too.’

— a 4x02 post ep.

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[macbetha]

NO KEY WITHOUT TOIL • a nancy drew fic concept (tw blood / horror clips in trailer)

decades have passed since nancy (amy adams) first visited blackmoor manor. after a divorce and the passing of her father, nancy finds herself in london accompanying maya nguyen to brady armstrong’s metamorphosis from cable tv to theatre.

nancy is all too happy to duck out of the play and take a call from hugh penvellyn, who is desperate to uncover the whereabouts of an adult jane (mia washikowska) and five other missing girls - one being mei parry, who travelled to london to meet an online friend with a passion for game design.

nancy feels just as washed up as brady armstrong. she’s been a nickerson for years now - she wouldn’t know nancy drew if that long-lost legend shook her by the shoulders and screamed.

perhaps the halls of blackmoor can guide her back to herself, whoever that might be.

if frank hardy wants to help light the path down those gloomy, twisted moors, who is she to stop him and joe? but the addition of deirdre, the married ghost hunting duo jessalyn thorton and henry bolet, plus dylan carter, who is now giving spook-ridden tours of blackmoor? well, let’s just say that rediscovering nancy drew might be tricker than expected.

my actions ensure that my name will endure, right?

[sesamestreep]

okay sorry one last one: 50, dealer's choice

50. rudely barging in on a white veil occasion (from this list) you say dealer’s choice, I say DREW CREW! 🔎✨ set several years in the future so all these characters can legally drink and technically not be child brides, basically 🥂💍

After breaking several traffic laws to get there in record time, Nick and Ace barge in to the fitting area of Delia’s Bridal Shop in Augusta to find burn marks on the plush beige carpet as well as the remnants of several broken champagne glasses scattered on the floor. Nancy is standing center stage, as it were, grasping George by the arms but they both turn in surprise when the boys enter.

“Nancy, don’t!” Nick calls, first to act as always.

“Whatever you’re feeling right now,” Ace tries to say while still catching his breath after the sprint from the parking lot, “it’s not you. It’s the—!”

“Earrings,” Nancy replies flatly. “The ones Ryan gave me to wear, from the Hudson estate.”

“Yeah,” Nick says, cautiously, throwing a baffled look in Ace’s direction. “It turns out they belonged to one of the Women in White, and she—”

“Went crazy at her own wedding and killed a bunch of the guests,” George finishes for him, with a grim smile. “So, now they’re infused with her rage.”

“Yeah,” Ace responds, feeling his heart rate hesitantly returning to normal, “and it looks like Temperance held onto them and they got passed down through the Hudsons because…”

“She’s a nightmare person from Hell,” Bess says, nodding from an overstuffed chaise nearby, somehow managing to look both exhausted and blasé at the same time.

“Wait,” Nick says, gesturing at Nancy and George, “if you’re not in the midst of some bridal meltdown, how did you know about the earrings? And what’s with this mess?”

George gives Nancy an arch look. “Someone decided it might be nice to let the salesgirl try on her spooky family heirloom jewelry because she’s just sooo friendly and accommodating.”

At Nick and Ace’s mutual confused looks, Bess gestures to the corner, where a disheveled salesgirl is tied up in dressing room curtains and snoring gently as she presumably sleeps off the side effects of the curse, then holds up what Ace recognizes as her kit of spell components that she keeps in her purse.

“Magical first aid kit,” she announces proudly before taking a swig out of the last intact champagne flute, “never leave home without it!”

“How was I supposed to know the earrings were cursed?” Nancy asks, helplessly.

“Well, they are from the Hudsons,” Nick offers, getting a universal murmur of agreement from everyone else.

“Yeah, no more gifts or relics from that side of the family, please,” Ace says, moving to put his arm around her shoulders soothingly.

“Nothing older than twenty years, I promise,” she replies, leaning into his side. “Though, Bess did break the curse on the earrings, so…”

“Nancy!” Bess yells.

“Absolutely not,” Nick puts in.

“Not happening,” Ace objects.

“Ryan is rich. He can buy you new earrings,” George says, shaking her head and going to stand with Nick.

“Fine,” Nancy grumbles. “I guess we don’t need the risk of any extra bad luck for our wedding anyway.”

“Extra bad luck?” Ace asks. “Without the earrings, what do we have to worry about?”

Nancy bites her lip and looks uncomfortably at George and Bess. “Well, I know it’s old-fashioned, but it is considered bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the ceremony and…you’re, well…”

When she gestures down at her body, Ace notices her dress for the first time. It’s…big, with a lot of layers of tulle and…a lot more rhinestones around the neckline than he could have anticipated. The minute he spots the enormous bows down the back, he catches up and slaps a hand over his eyes.

“Oh, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t even think! I was so worried about the cursed earrings that I…”

“Goddammit,” George says.

Ace looks over at her, in case something else has suddenly gone wrong, only to find Nick trying desperately not to laugh while she glares at Nancy.

“Pay up, baby!” Nancy says, with a triumphant grin.

“What,” Ace says, not even bothering to make it a question.

“George bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t put this dress on and be able to convince you I was going to buy it,” Nancy says, patting his chest with her palm. “I was just going to text you a photo but you made it a lot easier by showing up. You should’ve seen your face.”

“That’s so mean,” Ace says, even as relief floods through him.

“As if I’d ever choose this dress of all things.”

“I’m still coming down from a panicked adrenaline high and I feel that I should be graded on a curve as a result.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to give Nancy twenty dollars?” George asks, as she fishes a bill out of her bra.

“Hell no,” Nancy replies, snatching it out of her hands. “Weddings are expensive.”

Ace nods at the damage around them. “Yeah, and I have a feeling these guys aren’t going to give us a discount.”

“Maybe there’s a matching wedding dress in the Hudson House of Horrors you could borrow,” Nick suggests.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Nancy says, darkly, curling even further into Ace’s side.