#oops I seem to have written a ficlet

[spifflocated]

She’s had a very peculiar few years. She’d expected a fairly quiet life, marrying a shopkeeper, and for a long time she’d had one. Doing the accounts, helping in the shop, cooking and housework in exchange for all the standard trappings of middle class respectability. Pseudopolis might be past it’s golden age, and the haberdashers was never a roaring success, but it was a home and a livelihood and provided all the hat ribbons a sensible and economical woman could ever want. Latterly the wine merchant’s bills had begun to cause problems, but she and Charlie had rattled along together well enough.

And then, that strange winter, her Charlie had gone missing. There’d been no note, no letters, no sign of him at all. She’d reported it to the Watch of course, but they’d done nothing except for asking some extremely leading questions about the financial state of the shop and those two charges for drunk and disorderly conduct the previous year. Her responses had been sniffy. She hadn’t tried to contact them again.

Charlie had been missing for several weeks when the message arrived, by the clacks of all things. There had been mention of a kidnapping (though why anyone would think they could have afforded ransom with the shop barely turning a profit, and indeed why no demand had ever been made, continued to puzzle her), and new contacts, and a job offer, and suddenly she was selling up the shop and the draughty old house on Pike Street and moving herself and the children to Ankh Morpork, to go and join Charlie in the city.

It wasn’t until the startled reactions of her new neighbours that she realised that the handful of etchings she’d seen back in Pseudopolis had never done justice to just how much her Charlie looked like the Patrician. It wasn’t until she was summoned to the palace for a ‘quick chat’ with a clerk about the expectations of confidentiality which came with Charlie’s new role that she realised just how uncanny the resemblance really was. When they were called through to a second room, and then a third, and then the man was there, tall and severe despite his obvious reliance on his cane. When Charlie, at her side, stood straighter and looked at the man, the Patrician, with a level of focus she’d not seen from him since before the drink, and began to mirror his facial expressions. She had managed to stop herself from visibly shuddering, but the kindly way the little secretary offered her a cup of tea as he led her from the room made her think she had perhaps not hidden it very well.

Life was better now. Ankh Morpork was a strange city, very different to Pseudopolis: a grand old lady and a thief and a bright young thing bursting with innovation all rolled into one. But she had made friends here, and Charlie’s work with the palace paid more than well enough for a nice house in a nice part of town, and opportunities for the children, and new hats for every season should she want them, instead of just offcuts of ribbon. She tried not to think too much about Charlie’s palace work. The acting was much easier to discuss with her new friends anyway. But their rising social status meant that, from time to time, she would see the Patrician. He was unfailing polite every time, although always still frighteningly severe. She was learning to deal with the deeply disconcerting feeling of seeing the wrong expressions on her husband’s face from across a crowded ballroom. And the little secretary who seemed to accompany the Patrician everywhere was always very kind to her. In an odd way, he seemed to understand.

New Discworld thought: So, Charlie, a character introduced in The Truth, looks exactly like Lord Vetinari. Like exactly like him. So much like him that Charlie was used to try and frame Lord Vetinari in an attempt to remove him from office. The attempt failed, but Charlie was able to get work as a Lord Vetinari impersonator. Kids parties and the like. But he can also fill in for Lord Vetinari, as he did in Raising Steam. In Raising Steam, it is revealed that Charlie has a wife.

So somewhere out there, is a woman who is married to a man who looks like Lord Vetinari. What's that relationship like? Do they roleplay? Do... Do you think... that sometimes he... pretends to be Lord Vetinari... in the bedroom?

What if she doesn't like it, but one time, when they were in bed, and he went 'don't let me detain you.' In the Vetinari voice and she shut that shit down.

Does he sometimes try and use the Vetinari voice to get out of fights. Anyone who knows about marriage can tell you that that doesn't work for long. She very well could be immune to him.

She could be talking with Lord Vetinari, and he tries the 'Don't let me detain you.' Trick, but she's just 'don't you use that voice on me.'

What kind of woman marries a man that looks exactly like The Tyrant of Ank-Morpork?

Who is she?

[carry-the-sky]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by my one and only brainpipe bestie @ninzied ♡

How many works do you have on ao3?

43!

What's your total ao3 word count?

163,202

What fandoms do you write for?

mostly good omens at the moment, but i am also tinkering with an old kanthony fic. i have so. many. hellcheer wips collecting dust in my google drive. and of course kastle my og, my beloved.

Top five fics by kudos:

say my name (and every color illuminates) - kanthony

the wonderful part of the mess that we made - stranger things trio

warm, solid things - hellcheer

every bit of beating heart - kastle

my head is filled with ruins (most of them, i built with you) - kastle

Do you respond to comments?

always! if i don't, i probably didn't see it.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely any of my older kastle fics 🙈

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably the one lucky dog series? i based the proposal scene (spoilers for a fic that's five years old lol) off of my own, which made me happy, at least!!

Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully no!

Do you write smut?

i have, but it's a struggle. the stage management of it all!! it's definitely something i'd like to work on and improve though

Craziest crossover:

probably my good place au. i was hmm shall we say overly ambitious with that idea, but it was a fun covid project!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware

Have you ever had a fic translated?

i haven't!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

in theory i would love to, in practice i think it would stress me out immenselyyyyy

All time favorite ship?

i like nina's answer for this one. i love and appreciate them all for different reasons!! kastle will stick with me forever obviously. truly the fandom to rule them all. ♡

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the hellcheer detention fic i started for @majicmarker under threat of being pushed into a pool if i didn't finish, oop. wrote about 5k and just lost the plot completely. tale as old as tiiiime

What are your writing strengths?

capturing a vibe. dialogue. exploring smaller moments.

What are your writing weaknesses?

plotting?? i don't know her. also finishing chaptered fics. i probably overuse semicolons and em dashes.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i've done this before with very simple words/phrases. anything more in depth should probably be looked over by someone who speaks the language?

First fandom you wrote in?

kastle!!

Favorite fic you've written?

probably warm, solid things. it's the longest one-shot i've ever posted, and it's personal to me in many ways. i'm happy it seemed to resonate with people!

honorable mention to my most recent good omens fic, which took years off my life to write, but i'm quite proud of the end result; also this kastle ficlet which sort of just fell out of my brain fully-written?? what sorcery????

tagging! (no pressure!): @majicmarker, @redbelles, @heartonfirewrites, @imashybear, @evilbunnyking

@onebatch2batch, @ejunkiet, @malachitegrey, @andromeda4004 and anyone else who sees this and wants to play :)

[polikszena]

Ficlet advent calendar - December 9

Title: Christmas gifts Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw Relationships: Hangman & Phoenix, Hangman/Bob Word Count: 925 Rating: Teen and up audiences Songs: Last Christmas by Wham! Summary: Being a notoriously bad gift-giver, Jake "Hangman" Seresin asks Phoenix's opinion on his Christmas present to Bob. However, she doesn't react in the way he has expected it. Notes: This chapter is loosely related to my other Top Gun fic, Dancing on the clouds below. And again, apologies for those who love Last Christmas.

December 9 – Christmas gifts

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace was sitting in the canteen, stirring her coffee, and reading something on her phone when Jake “Hangman” Seresin sat down on the chair next to her. He looked around and once he made sure no-one was watching, he pulled a pyjama set out of his bag: a long-sleeved blue top with snowflakes and reindeer on it. The bottom was a pair of blue and white plaid pants. Phoenix raised a brow, not being sure why he was showing this to her.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Good morning to you, too, Bagman,” she said then took a sip of her coffee.

“What do you think?” he repeated the question.

He rarely asked for her opinion, and whenever he did, he mocked her for it. However, this time he seemed serious. Not to mention that he didn’t even comment on her calling him ‘Bagman’.

“Are you okay?” Phoenix wondered.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You want my opinion on a Christmas pyjama set,” Phoenix said. “That’s unusual.”

“Do you think Bob would like it?” Hangman wondered.

Phoenix’s eyes widened with surprise, and she had to press her lips together to supress her laughter. A giggle still escaped her mouth.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, it’s definitely the best present you’ve ever got,” Phoenix said with a small smile, knowing that the other aviator was notoriously bad at gift-giving.

She still remembered the soccer ball he gave to Syd Humphrey-Campbell who was at the basketball team of the Base. Or the razor set he had bought for her. Compared to those, the reindeer pyjama set was perfect. Especially because Bob did sleep in pyjamas instead of wearing a pair of boxers. Or nothing at all.

“I know, right?” he grinned at her, gaining back his confidence. “And it’s not the end of it yet!”

“Please tell me you didn’t buy a pair of those thongs that look like a bow,” she sighed, trying not to imagine Hangman in nothing but a big red bow in the crotch area, lying on his bed, chewing on a toothpick.

Oops. Too late. This would haunt me in my sleep, she thought with a grimace.

“No, but that’s actually a good idea,” he smiled and the picture that appeared in Phoenix’s head flashed in his mind as well. Only that he imagined Bob’s reaction to it as well: his blue eyes darkening with desire, his cheeks turning red, then he’d bite on his lower lip as he’d walk to the bed to unwrap his present.

“It’s not,” Phoenix’s voice pulled him back to reality. “Trust me,” she added, struggling with laughter as she saw the dreamy smile on his face.

Most probably Bob would laugh at it, too, Hangman stated in mind. Not in a bad way, though. And afterwards he’d still unwrap the present. The thought made him smile again. No matter what Phoenix said, he might still give it a try.

“What else did you have in mind?” the other aviator asked.

“Check this out!” Hangman pulled out a postcard from his bag.

It had ‘Merry Christmas’ written with colorful letters, and when she opened it, it started playing Last Christmas by Wham! That was the last straw: she couldn’t hold it back any longer and started laughing.

“What?” Hangman asked, genuinely having no idea what was wrong.

“Last Christmas, really?” Phoenix burst out. “Couldn’t you choose any other Christmas song?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“’Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away?’” Phoenix quoted. “Are you sure you want to give this to Bob?

Hangman thought about it for a moment, and as the lyrics hit him, he realized that giving this card to Bob would be a huge mistake. However, Phoenix wouldn’t have to know this.

“I wanted to send it as a joke,” he said with a small shrug.

“I wouldn’t even send it to my worst enemy,” she admitted. “It’s so horrible. If I were you, I’d choose another postcard,” she told him.

He definitely wanted to, but he wouldn’t have told it to her for the world.

“And what is he getting from you?” he wondered.

Phoenix smiled. He had the perfect answer for that question:

“A pair of red underpants.”

Hangman couldn’t believe his ears.

“What? Why?”

Of all the people, it was him, Hangman, who should give underpants to Bob! He was his boyfriend after all.

“It’s an inside joke,” Phoenix told him, still smiling, then she finished her coffee and got up from the table. “See you around, Bagman!”

“Wait, what inside joke?” he asked, but she was already too far to hear it. Or just didn’t want to.

Actually, it was a reference to the movie Miss Congeniality, one of Phoenix’s favorite films that they watched together not long after they moved into Dolphin 7, the house assigned to them by the Navy. In the film, Miss Rhode Island stole a pair of red panties from the store because her mom refused to buy it, saying those were Satan’s panties. The next day she did a dance number twirling a fire baton and after that Sandra Bullock’s character told her that now she could wear Satan’s panties. That was Bob said to her once she got out of the jet after the mission. However, Hangman didn’t have to know that.

Two days later Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw found a Christmas card in his locker from an unknown sender, and when he opened it, the card started playing Last Christmas.

Read it on AO3

[earthtooz]

you know i love you so much but can you please update your masterlist and include all drabbles/fics that you have written. because you know, tumblr is dumb, i just went out the app and come back it refresh, by itself. im not hardworking to scroll back to the bottom.. so please if it’s not too much to ask for

ah T^T very much a valid complaint anon oops. i do forgot to update my masterlist when i post something new so apologies, i updated my blue lock masterlist (cuz that's all i write for nowadays it seems) with two rin fics + two sae drabbles! thank u for the reminder and i'm sorry for the trouble </3

that said tho, there will be exclusive small ficlets/drabbles that i will not add onto the masterlist because 1) i have no idea how to title them and 2) they're just little pieces of exclusive drabbles. they are under a specific tag: '*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write' so. happy hunting. i didn't know if u were referring to one of these drabbles or a proper fic that i had posted recently!

[prinxejeanne]

Goody drabble of reader and Chase puhlease! And congrats on 100 Jeanne. You deserve the world <333 /p

YOU'RE SO SWEET SARDS, AHHH- ANYWAY, HERE YOU GO HOME SLICE <3 /p

[[Chase Brody drabble, Chase x Reader, written as a request for my 100 follower milestone! In this, the reader already has an established relationship (because this is a drabble and I need soft cuddles).]]

[[Warnings: divorce mention, BRIEF vomit mention, alcoholism mention (because this is about Chase Brody), and a fluffy ficlet written by an affection-starved queer person sjsjsj]]

Chase was curled up on his couch when you walked into your shared apartment, a line of drool slipping from the corner of his open (and snoring) mouth as he slept the day away.

It was kind of cute, but you were bored and wanted to hang out. Time to wake him up.

"Chase, honey," you began with a chuckle, shaking him awake, "you passed out already? It's not even noon yet!"

Still half-asleep, the sleepy father checked his watch and sat upright suddenly. "Shit, I didn't even realize," he responded with a groggy chuckle. "Morning, hot stuff."

He didn't smell like alcohol, which was a good sign- the poor guy had been having some serious drinking problems ever since he and his ex wife split up, and it seemed as if he was only sober when his kids were dropped off every other weekend.

You knew it had to be hard on him, but it seemed as if he was starting to get a little better after you two finally started dating.

Thank god.

You were completely infatuated with the man, but cleaning up his puke at 3am was getting a little exhausting after a while.

You chuckled softly at the nickname, before standing up and helping him off the couch.

"What did you want to eat?" you asked, giving him a couple pecks on the cheek and leading him to the kitchen.

"You," he replied with a cheeky grin, quickly followed with you (playfully) slapping his arm.

"For breakfast, love," you teased, quickly brushing through his short messy hair with your fingers.

"Mmh, pancakes sound good... I'll help you make them!"

You snorted slightly, and shook your head. "You can wash some dishes for me, but I don't trust you with the stove," you giggled. "Last time you tried, the apartment was filled with smoke."

"Wh- It's not my fault I forgot to turn on the fan that one time," he whined, the playful grin on his face giving away his puppydog ruse.

You kissed his temple, and then motioned towards the sink. "Dishes, loverboy," you instructed lightheartedly.

The two of you worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally pecking each other on the cheek and giggling quietly.

Once you started on the pancake batter, a playful grin spreads across your boyfriend's face. You narrow your eyes at him.

"What're you planning, handsome?" you ask, suspicious of the mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, nothing at all! Just looking at my sexy partner," he replies innocently, only making your suspicion rise.

"Uhuh. Does it have anything to do with the batter I'm making?"

Chase's grin widens, and you yelp slightly as he suddenly flicks a tiny bit of the tan mixture onto your shirt. "Oops! You spilled a little bit, honey!" he giggled, followed by a playful smile spreading on your own face.

"Oh yeah? Guess that means I should beat your ass with this whisk in my hand, huh?" you chuckled, Chase's eyes widening as you used the whisk to flick a bit more of the batter on his own shirt.

"You wouldn't dare!" he responded with mock offense, causing the both of you to chuckle.

After a moment of hesitation just to throw him off, you suddenly lunged at Chase with the batter-covered whisk and a laugh. He jumps out of the way last-minute, yelping slightly and hurrying over to the front room. You chase after him (no pun intended) and end up tackling him after stumbling over an empty beer can.

"No, don't cover me in batter!" he protested, despite the laugh erupting from his chest as you waved the whisk inches from his face.

"Do you yield?" you cried out dramatically, followed by another soft giggle.

"I yield, I yield!" he yelps as you gently poke his side with a finger. You let Chase go, and he pulls you in by the waist for a long kiss on the lips. "God, I love you."

You grin and shower his face in soft kisses before wrapping your arms around him fully and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I love you more, handsome," you whisper, before planting a soft kiss on the shell of his ear.

He chuckles a bit, holding you for a moment before perking his head up slightly and sniffing.

"Hey- do you smell smoke?"

[tinyhistory]

Hey! Love your stories so much I just had to ask! Do you have any favorite drarry authors/stories? I sometimes compare the quality of other stories to ROA (oops!) because ROA is just that good. My personal favorites are ROA (of course!), the Foundations Series (saras_girl), the ordeal of being known (louisfake), denouement (the_never_was), Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You) (AWickedMemory), and To Hurt and Heal (cassisluna). Have you read these? Have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you, so glad you’ve enjoyed my stories! And thank you for so patiently waiting for a reply. I haven’t been online much in the past couple of weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t read any of your recs, but I’m always happy to add another fic to my to-read list.

I did a rec post a few months ago, but I’ll post an updated version now. The Skyhawke Archives appear to be down, which is crushing news. I’ve had to update a lot of the links.

So here are my favourite Drarry fanfics:

And We Are At Our Apogee (PG-13) by angelgazing

Summary: Draco wanted revenge, but it didn't work out that way.

My notes: Californian beaches, supermarkets, road trips, and a bittersweet ending.

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A Reckless State of Mind (T) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Draco is a Psyche-Diver, and his newest patient is Auror Potter, who’s been a pathological liar for over a year—and has just tried to violently end his own life.

Notes: The plot alone guarantees inclusion on this list. Probably the most creative fic I’ve ever read, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing.

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Berlin, In the Year of Our Lord (PG) by Are

Summary: Harry is a green-tea addict. Draco stalks him.

Notes: Probably my all-time favourite fic, along with Blue Vase. It’s sparse and minimal and I love that writing style.

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Blue Vase (M) by ivyblossom

Summary: Let’s pretend.

Notes: Draco finds an amnesiac Harry and befriends him, pretending they were once lovers. It’s pensive, short, and bittersweet.

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The Boy Who Only Lived Twice (E) by lettered

Summary: Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Notes: Action-heavy fics are damn hard to write, but lettered nails it. The action scenes are breakneck speed, the conversations are threaded with double meaning, and even the silences are tense.

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Draco in Darkness (T) by Plumeria47.

Summary: Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight.

Notes: This is one of the first fics I ever read (when it was over on FF in 2003) so it’s probably here just for nostalgia points alone. I read it when I was a kid and just thought it was a lovely golden fairytale, the best romance I’d ever read in my (very short, thus far) life. I love reading it again, even years later as an adult when I can see the tarnish on it; the things my childhood eyes didn’t notice. I don’t care. It’s my soft and fuzzy comfort fic.

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The Flesh is Frail (NC-17) by wildestranger

Summary: None

Notes: Draco has injuries from curses and spells, and Harry keeps him company. Draco is angry; Harry is stubborn. They argue their way into a grudging relationship. It’s a short read and well worth your ten minutes.

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Good-bye to Yesterday (NC-17) by furiosity

Summary: Draco felt ready to face even a million years in Azkaban as long as it meant that at the end of it all, he would make Potter pay.

Notes: It’s not a dark fic, but it certainly dips in and out of the shadows. If you like your romance to be sharp as a razor and bitter as black coffee, give it a read.

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Hymn to Color (PG) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Months after Draco cast a curse that took Harry’s eyesight, Harry is still trying to come to terms with it. Draco still wanted forgiveness, which was probably the problem.

Notes: Probably my very inadequate idea of “fluff”. It’s a quiet, introspective fic. Draco and Harry are well-written.

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Kings among runaways (PG) by enderxenocide.

Summary: Later, the toast will be slightly overcooked, Draco will burn the eggs, and there will be another fist fight in-between the living room and the front door, but they’ll eat breakfast with second-hand plates and Draco’s great-grandmother’s silverware.

Notes: Dreamy descriptions, abstract scenes, and the characters are lovingly delineated. Beautiful writing.

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On Broken Glass (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: After the final battle, Draco is holding the shards that are left of his and Harry’s life.

Notes: Established relationship. Harry’s forgetful and seems to suffer both short-term and long-term memory loss; Draco stays by his side through six years of post-war amnesia. Very short, just a tiny ficlet. There’s sequels (in bite-size pieces) but I prefer to read the first ficlet and leave it there.

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Paper Dolls (M) by cupiscent

Summary: In the final year of the War, Draco gets a letter, makes a choice and pays the price.

Notes: Short, succinct, and packs a punch. No character deaths, in case the summary has you feeling nervous.

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Portrait (PG-13) by Silent Blast

Summary: None.

Notes: Dorian Grey, but Drarry. Of course it’s going to be good.

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Shattered (NC-17) by femmequixotic

Summary: One damned accident involving one too-lucky curse, and suddenly you'd think he was five again, with their Harry, be carefuls and their quick Levitating charms ready the instant the potion gives way and his rebelling hands lose hold of whatever's in their grasp.

Notes: Draco’s an artist. Harry’s intrigued by his sculptures and paintings.

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Snatch (PG-13) by didntyoupotter

Summary: Harry is comatose, Hermione and Ron aren’t much help, and Draco isn’t sure about anything anymore.

Notes: The opening scene fools you into thinking this will be a light read with a streak of good humour. Don’t fall for it. By the third act, you’ll be hanging onto every word and feeling a lot of emotions. Also, back in the day, this was one of the Draco/Harry fics. Everyone knew of it. Pay your respects to your fandom history and read this beloved classic.

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The Stages of Acceptance (T) by Lomonaaeren.

Summary: Harry, already happily married to Ginny, receives the news that he's Draco's mate. Law and custom don't give him the option of ignoring the news. The stages of his reaction, one by one.

Notes: This is not a romance, and I love that the author just casually chucks all the Veela tropes in the bin and says “nope”. In Lomonaaeren’s own words, this fic is more practical than romantic. Harry is unfamiliar with the Veela concepts and hates the very idea of being “shackled” to someone; he rejects Draco at once. Draco is miserable and lonely. They do eventually come to understand each other better, but it’s a huge struggle with lots of setbacks. The general air of pessimism and misery does make the small glimpses of compassion and empathy feel so well-earned. I love a fic that rations out its happiness.

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The Stately Homes of Wiltshire (E) by waspabi

Summary: Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Notes: This one needs no introduction. The writing is polished, the characterisation perfect, and the dialogue is fun. I love the humour woven throughout it.

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Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain (E) by faithwood.

Summary: It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

Notes: Another one that most of us know. It’s a lighthearted and fun read.

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Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (M) by novembersnow

Summary: In the war-torn years after Hogwarts, one man has no knowledge of his yesterdays.

Notes: Another classic back in the feverish heyday of the Harry Potter fandom, when books were still being released and everyone had worked themselves up into a shipping frenzy. And no wonder this fic was an instant hit. Draco has lost all his memories and Harry’s investigating as an Auror, but the longer you read, the more you start questioning everything. Good twists and turns that lead to a tender ending.

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Turn by Saras_Girl

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Notes: An inevitable inclusion on any favourites list. I think my favourite thing about it is the characterisation. Everyone is so well-rounded; the characters are brought to life and feel like old friends. All their habits, styles, mannerisms, even the way they walk or talk. While I love everyone in this fic, I have to admit that Blaise is just amazing. Of all the thousands of Blaises imagined by fanfic writers, I love this one the best. “Old bean” indeed.

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Under the Ivy (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: It is impressive how much you can learn about someone by simply sharing a few rooms. They don’t spend time together, not really, but Harry still knows that Malfoy prefers raspberry jam over strawberry, that he hums along to the Wireless when he thinks no one is around, and that his leg is bothering him more than usual when the temperatures drop below freezing.

Notes: Another old, old favourite of mine. It’s like snuggling into a soft blanket. Remus owns a cottage and Harry moves in after the war. Later, Remus lets a room to Draco, who is an outcast after the war and has limited housing options. Harry isn’t happy at first with the new lodger, but he eventually warms up to Draco. A slow and gentle romance.

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Vale Sanare (M) by rurounihime

Summary: Draco’s world gains a new component, just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Notes: London nightclubs, one-night-stands, loud music and lonely nights. Draco has seizures due to a curse from the war, and the seizures have led to a fear of intimacy. Short and sweet.

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The Way Down (T) by lettered

Summary: Malfoy’s all, “Come out of there,” the way you say to a cat who is badly behaved. And Harry’s all like, “No, what, I’m a hermit! And I have a chest-monster! And I am crazy magically powerful!” and Malfoy’s all, “We all have problems, bub.” (thoughtfully) “You are crazy though. I’ll give you that.”

Notes: I just adore this fic. The fic starts well-grounded, giving you a solid backstory and matter-of-fact context, but as it goes on, it slowly unravels into dreamy scenes, lush settings, and repeated motifs. It’s just such a beautiful story.

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When Love beckons to you, follow him (PG-13) by megyal

Summary: Draco wakes up, lost, somewhere in a forest. He has no idea where he is or how he got there. As he is blundering around trying to find his way home, he hears Harry's voice in his head, telling him what to do.

Notes: I generally like my fics to be bittersweet or with a bit of heartache — but this fic is just a little cloud of softness. If you need something light and lovely without being syrupy-sweet, this is a good choice!

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The World of the Living (M) by fourth_rose

Summary: A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

Notes: The story is told from Luna’s perspective, which gives everything a lovely dreamy quality. She takes in a couple of strays after the war — first Harry, who is avoiding his other friends and has quit his Auror job — and then she offers a room to Draco right after his trial. Draco is rude, angry, and ungrateful; Harry is churlish, withdrawn, and moody. Luna doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and over the course of the next few months, her house guests slowly warm up to each other.

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Voices From the Fog (E) by noeon

Summary: After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Notes: Harry drifts across Europe, trying to forget the war. He ends up in a woodworking shop in Amsterdam, alongside a moody Draco. Atmospheric settings and solid characterisation.

[madslorian]

madslorian weekly fic recommendations!

Some of these characters I've read so much that they will be moved off of the Misc. Characters Masterlist and onto their own! I love that this library is growing :) All of these fics will be uploaded onto my (masterlist) either after posting or tomorrow.

authors mentioned this week are:

@and-i-swear-we-are-infinte

@absurdthirst

@songsformonkeys

@opheliaelysia

@bison-writes

@slater-baby

@mylifeisactuallyamess

@starlightmornings

@ohpedromypedro

⊱{Din Djarin}⊰

GUILT (SERIES) BY AND-I-SWEAR-WE-ARE-INFINTE

Ahhh! This was my first submission/recommendation by somebody! I got a little overwhelmed by schoolwork so I'm currently on chapter 2 of 5 but I'm really enjoying it!!! Go give it a read and let Carli know what you think of it!

There are 5 chapters so far (all linked above on a masterlist) and the background is if Moff Gideon captured somebody else for his experiments after Din saved Grogu, but what if Din went back for them too? This idea intrigues me a lot plus I looove force-sensitive reader arcs! The first chapter set up a really good story so I will definitely be catching up soon

⊱{Dave York}⊰

*STORMY SECRETS (PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3) (MINI SERIES) BY ABSURDTHIRST

NSFW! All three parts of this perfectly capture the greatest suburban murder daddy ever, Dave York. Reader is the York family's nanny (shocker, another Dave x nanny!reader story I read...) and grows closer to Dave, as Dave shows what lengths he will go to for what's his. And also poor Carol gets screwed over again... oops.

*SEVEN YEARS BY SONGSFORMONKEYS

NSFW! After escaping the murder business, reader is hiding out in a cabin in the woods for years before seeing Dave's face in the market. After showing up at the cabin and getting his ass beat, Dave reconciles with the reader and admits he wants out of the business too

⊱{Ezra}⊰

*THE EXACT COLOUR BY OPHELIAELYSIA

NSFW! This story felt so poetic and so beautiful to read. First off, artist!Ezra is magnifique, but using the metaphor of your body as a canvas and Ezra painting it felt so sensual and intimate, it didn't feel like smutty/sexual. I yearn to be touched and loved like this by my partner and I think this emphasized how lonely I am lol

ZENITH BY OPHELIAELYSIA

Another one that made me feel incredibly lonely, sigh. BUT the yearning is real guys. This little ficlet makes me feel like Ezra's kisses are filled with so much emotion and probably hold the electricity of the entire galaxy. Something about each and every one of them feels comforting and safe, and these lines made me melt: “If I told you the words, would you keep them safe for me?” “Of course. I’d keep anything safe for you”

*BENEATH THE MOON'S GAZE BY OPHELIAELYSIA

NSFW! Okay, this jumps like RIGHT into smut, but the way that this entire fic is written feels so intimate to me. Like it's intense, pushing limits, and just so heavy with sensuality. But everything about sex with Ezra seems just as poetic as his words are and this nails it

CONNECTING THE DOT BY BISON-WRITES

Pure fricken fluff, that's all. After losing his arm and dealing with recovery in the med bay, Ezra meets Dot, a beautiful gal who is mute. The kindness and softness she extends to him makes his heart just melt, and they soon become business partners

⊱{Pero Tovar}⊰

PREGNANCY HEADCANONS BY SLATER-BABY

Suggested NSFW, so mind the tags at the beginning. As somebody who heavily enjoys reading pregnancy headcanons simply because I adore children... this hit the sweet spot. This isn't even just like a headcanon it's a full-on backstory on how reader and Pero met and it's super adorable. I love the idea of big gruff man holding a tiny baby and just absolutely melting

⊱{Poe Dameron}⊰

HE'S HOME (AO3) (MINI-SERIES) BY MYLIFEISACTUALLYAMESS

Poe returns home after being captured on Jakku and reader can tell something is not right with him. The third chapter broke something inside of me I think...

KNOWING BY MYLIFEISACTUALLYAMESS

Poe comes to comfort reader after an outburst with Leia, and tells the truth about how he actually suffers behind his cocky attitude and pretty boy smile

HE USED TO BE MINE BY MYLIFEISACTUALLYAMESS

True story, this fic shoved me into an alleyway and beat me and my emotions up. ANYWAYS! I should be sorry for suggesting this sad fic, but I'm not because I believe a reader should have at least one fic that makes them feel like a bus destroyed any happiness they had for that day.

I already reposted this with my honest review of how much it made me cry so I'll keep this short. Reader and Poe are getting a divorce after Poe cheats, but every single second of this story had me on the edge of my seat wondering if they would work things out. I'm still struggling to put my emotions into words

⊱{Marcus Moreno}⊰

*ROOM REQUIRED BY STARLIGHTMORNINGS

NSFW! I had a friend send this one to me... and let me tell you, she knows my taste. Reader works in IT for the Heroics, Marcus comes down to get a replacement part, they end up having a quickie in a locked closet. Typical smut, hehe

THERE'S NOTHING SEXY ABOUT ANATOMY BY BISON-WRITES

Suggested NSFW, but no smut in this one! The line explaining the reader "felt like a baboon in heat" made me CRY with laughter and the purple dildo!! But I like character x nanny!reader fics, and it's becoming a bad habit. Anyways! Hopefully, there will be a part 2!

⊱{Max Phillips}⊰

CHRISTMAS WITH MAX BY OHPEDROMYPEDRO

Oh my god, this was so adorable! Christmas obsessed reader really hits home and the idea that both you and Max have such amazing gifts for one another is super adorable. I would quite literally die for Max, because y'know... eternal life with him and his bad old vampire self

[josjournal]

Full Moon Ficlet #435 - Deluge

Written for @fullmoonficlet

Stiles sat at the table in the library of the rebuilt Hale house, his head buried in a book while stacks of more books surrounded him. He rubbed at his temples, trying to focus on the words that had been swimming in front of his eyes for the last ten minutes. The latest monster of the week didn’t fall under anything he’d dealt with in the past. Stiles had been up for the last twenty-four hours pouring over every book in the library trying to find something, anything to lead them in the right direction.

Groaning, Stiles stood from the table, stretching until his back felt looser before dropping back into the chair. Reaching for the next book, he pulled it towards him, opening it to somewhere in the middle. He started to curse and shove it away when he discovered it was a spellbook and not one of the bestiaries they had copied from other packs they’d been building alliances with.

His eyes caught on a spell, the words in Latin but he recognized some of them. The spell seemed to be to create a flow of information. Stiles thought it might be like forced osmosis. If he could use it on the books, then it might help him figure out what was happening in the preserve. The random fires were becoming dangerous with the drought currently affecting the area. They would have thought it was a regular arsonist if they weren’t blazing simultaneously across the town.

For a moment, he hesitated, remembering Derek’s warning about using magic without thinking. He knew he wanted to help and Derek was out in the preserve trying to keep the fires under control. He reached for his phone to call Lydia to double-check his Latin but remembered she had a trip to the spa with her mother that weekend and had threatened bodily harm if she was disturbed for anything less than an absolute emergency.

Glancing back down at the text, he chewed his lip for a moment before speaking the words from the page. “Producat usque ad summum flumen super terram de sermonibus siccitatis.” He closed his eyes and waited for the flood of information, predicting it would be at least slightly painful.

After a few minutes when nothing happened, he cracked open one eye and glanced at the book, frowning. He heard noise downstairs, like tapping against the windows just as his phone started ringing, Derek’s name and photo showing on the screen. He tapped the screen open and heard a rushing sound in the background, Derek shouting his name over it.

“What, Derek? I can barely hear you!” The call cut off and Stiles tried calling back but the call went to voicemail. Panicking, he ran down the stairs, planning to head in the direction Derek said he’d planned to patrol.

Yanking open the front door, he was knocked off his feet by a massive flood of water roaring into the house. He scrambled to keep from being pulled beneath the surface as he heard Derek shouting his name in the distance. His shoulders smacked into something hard and he swallowed a mouthful of water as he let out a shout. The last thing he remembered was something clamping around his arm, pain shooting through him before everything went black.

The world was moving as Stiles jerked upwards, water and bile spilling from his mouth. His chest burned as he was gathered into a strong hug, the world tilting ominously. Blinking his eyes, he realized that he was wrapped in Derek’s arms, the both of them sitting precariously on the front door that was floating somewhere near the upstairs landing.

“Did we put in a swimming pool?” Stiles asked, confused when Derek’s body began to shake uncontrollably. “Are you crying?” Derek pulled back, his face was wet with tears, but he was choking back laughter. “What happened?”

Derek shrugged. “I was patrolling and heard a rumble in the distance. At first, I thought it was a storm coming, and the next thing I knew, water was rushing towards me. I tried to call you, but the water knocked the phone out of my hand. I had just reached the house when you opened the door and disappeared.” He pulled Stiles into his arms again, running his nose along his hairline before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I thought I’d lost you for a minute.”

“Where did the water come from?” Stiles asked. “Is it getting deeper?”

“I don’t think so.” Derek grabbed the stair railing and pulled the door towards the top of the stairs. He helped Stiles out and onto the second floor. “What were you doing?”

“Research,” he said, heading towards the library, Derek following closely. “I still can’t find the source of the fires and the spell I tried-”

“Spell?” Derek asked, hurrying to the table and picking up the spellbook. “Which one?” Stiles stared at him. “Which spell, Stiles?”

Moving closer, he pointed at the spell, watching Derek’s lips move as he read over the words. He grabbed Stiles’ phone off the table and opened the translation app, snapping a photo of the words and hitting “translate” before handing the phone to Stiles with his eyebrows lowered in his most annoyed expression.

“Bring forth the flood to end the drought upon the surrounding land,” Stiles read, biting his lips and looking up at Derek. “Oops?” Derek cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed, before taking Stiles’ phone back to call Deaton for help with a counterspell.

Cross-posted to AO3

[izzyfandoms]

Sleepxiety - Alarm

(200 ficlets, all since November! Wooo!!!!! This is the 225th! I am posting 27 ficlets today in celebration (all written yesterday oop), as I will take Any excuse to dump a ton of ficlets on you guys lmao)

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread

Masterpost

Virgil had been having a rather nice dream, so when his alarm suddenly beeped, waking him up and startling him, he was irritated. A terrible start to the day.

Then, he remembered Remy, who was lying half on top of him, his head on Virgil's chest, and his morning immediately got significantly better.

Remy somehow always slept through alarms, so it wasn't too surprisingly that this one didn't awaken him, either. That did mean, though, that it was Virgil's job to wake him up, which was always... interesting, to say the least.

Virgil ran his fingers through Remy's hair, mussing it up further. It was a soothing gesture, to both of them, though Remy couldn't appreciate it, right now, given that he was still fast asleep.

Virgil shifted his leg, gently nudging his boyfriend with his knee.

"Remy," He said. "Wake up."

Remy mumbled, not opening his eyes but further nuzzling his face into Virgil's chest, indicating that he was now at least half awake. Virgil nudged him again. And again. And again. And again. As many times as it took to wake him up.

(Which was a lot.)

When Remy finally cracked one eye open, he immediately pulled a face. He glanced at the clock, and then buried his face back in Virgil's shirt.

"Too early. Go back to sleep," He muttered.

"Babe, you know I'm usually so on board with that plan, but we need to get up."

Remy shook his head. "No."

"Remy."

"Mm-mm."

"Remy."

Remy mumbled something that Virgil couldn't quite make out, his hands resting on Virgil's waist and squeezing lightly.

"I'll make you coffee?"

Remy shook his head stubbornly.

"I'll... kiss you?"

There was a pause, and then Remy groaned, shifting slightly and pushing himself up on his hands so he was now hovering over Virgil. He was pouting, and it was adorable. But Virgil knew that he couldn't kiss him until they were out of bed, or he'd never convince Remy to get up. Remy knew that he knew that, and that was half the reason that he was pouting.

No kisses until they got up.

"You're, like... not gonna let me sleep in, are you, babe?" He grumbled.

Virgil shook his head.

(It was odd, being the responsible one. Both he and Remy were naturally pretty irresponsible people - given Virgil's anxiety and Remy's... well, everything - but the relationship seemed to bring out the best in them both.)

"Ugh, fine!" Remy finally gave in. "But I'd better get some real good kisses out of this, sugar."

[hubrisandwax]

i was tagged in this fic meme by @wehangout like a week ago and i’m two hours in to a gazillion hour game on TTS so seems like a good time to do it. Jen writes incredible Shameless fic (she also has some amazing Supernatural stuff posted) and is absolutely one of my fave authors, so you should for sure check out her stuff.

Author Name: hubrisandwax

Fandoms You Write For: actively? Supernatural (maybe Shameless ...... if i decide to finish my superhero AU oops). i also have one In The Flesh fic from 2015 because i needed to get it out of my system.

Where You Post: AO3 + tumblr

Most Popular Oneshot: and i hope there's someone, which is a 10k word Shameless coffeeshop!AU i wrote back in 2015 when i was mad at the show

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: uh i actually don’t have much multichap posted, because i tend to write as one shots. probably another Shameless fic (my spn fics never got much attention), which was a chaptered episode coda - there are two birds in your head.

Favorite Story You Wrote: i never much like my own writing, but there are three that are tied here. it’s never been popular or got much attention, but i was actually secretly proud of my 2013 DCBB As The Sparrow. i put a lot of work into it and i like how i managed to tie cannon elements into a 1940s AU. second, my season 6 Shameless fix it fic, i am all the days that you choose to ignore. third, my Jimmy Novak fix it, which is no longer canon compliant, but it makes me happy: Interlude.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: i’m almost always nervous to post, but probably As The Sparrow, because it was the longst fic i’d written and i changed my DCBB idea about 3 times. i had to downgrad to a minibang as a consequence. Interlude was also scary as it was a gift for one of my favourite people and authors in the fandom at the time.

How Do You Pick Your Titles: lyrics, song names, or lines of poetry always.

Do You Outline: uhhh depends. i’m starting to try to outline more to keep momentum and so i can think about the writing and less about the plotting as i go.

How Many of Your Stories are Complete: uh, everything (all 19 fics) except for one (Shameless superhero!au i really wanna finish sometime).

In-Progress: a couple of ficlets and one multichaptered story i have outlined and have started writing (a rockstar!au, sort of) - i’m just trying to get back into the motion of things after taking such a huge writing hiatus. i have a few more multichap fic ideas, too. all for Supernatural.

Coming Soon: probably the ficlets. i have a couple half written i’ll get on to in the next few days.

Do You Accept Prompts: i do!

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: my multichaptered fic, as mentioned above. without giving too much away, it’s writer!Cas and rockstar!Dean trying to fight expectations and the music industry with a good deal of angst, because it’s me, but always a happy ending. i’d like to finish writing it before i start posting it, though, i think.

Tag Five Fanfic Authors to Answer The Questions: uhh like all my good friends who write fic have left the fandom/no longer write for it, or aren’t very active on tumblr anymore. i’m gonna tag my rl bffl @sevensided who writes some of the very best Stranger Things fic you’ll ever read. if anyone else would like to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!!!

[bohemian-rhapsody-slash]

Thanks anon- this is so cute and really well written! The fluff I needed tonight ❤️

*****

I sent that Adam/Roger ficlet a few weeks ago. And uh, the baby fever w little Rose struck me so this little (not really little oops) thing came up. Hope you enjoy!

**

As much as Adam really does love being on stage, he always looks forward to taking those mid-show breaks. 

They aren't just an opportunity for him to sit down, drink water, and relax his voice before he heads out again. They were precious little moments for him to cuddle with his daughter. Even rarer are the times when Roger can join them on the couch. 

While Brian plucked his strings and led the audience in singing "Love of my Life", Adam sat on the couch and had one of his own giggling on his lap. 

"Ba!" Rose raised her tiny arms high in the air.

"What's that?" Adam tilted his head. "Do you want me to do the sheep sound again, Rosie?" 

At the one-year-old's responding giggle, he took a deep breath. "Okay-" He took a dramatically deep breath and- "Baa!"

Rose shrieked in glee. She loved it whenever Adam made animal noises, with the sheep certainly becoming her favorite. It was probably because it also sent Roger into his own fit of laughter. Sure enough, the drummer held on to Adam's shoulder as he cackled away. 

"I think she's got your pipes." He commented.

Rose turned and started to crawl over to Roger's lap, prompting him to wrap an arm around her. Then she began to pat his chest with her hands, chanting "Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!"

It was Adam's turn to laugh. "Oh, that's definitely a drummer."

The growing applause outside signalled that their break was coming to an end. 

Roger sighed. He passed her back to Adam's arms and kissed her forehead. "I'll see you later, alright? We have to go back now." He smiled at Adam. "And I'll see *you* very soon." 

Adam told Rose to wave goodbye, and she obeyed with yet another infectious giggle and the wave of her little hand. He was bound to join Roger and Brian onstage in just a few minutes, so he wanted to give Rose as much time as possible before he really had to leave.

His eyes fell on a pair of headphones on the coffee table. An idea popped up in his head, and he turned to Rose with a mischievous grin. "Wanna surprise your Papa?"

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Rose was crying again, and Adam didn't know how to calm her down. 

He's spent the last few minutes rocking her back and forth, gently shushing her. But she refused to drink from her bottle, and still she kept crying. 

Adam couldn't bring himself to ask Roger for help. His husband deserved all the rest he could get, which was why he assured him he could handle this on his own when the wailing woke them up for the fifth time. Well, he was clearly fucking up. 

"Yesterday, my life was in ruins." The words slipped out of his mouth. It was the only calming tune that came to his panicked mind. "Now, today, god knows what I'm doing."

Well, if that didn't sum up what he felt right now.

The only other times he tried singing Rose to sleep was when she was still growing and kicking in Roger's belly. It seemed to work then, but he honestly doesn't know if it worked now.

"Got a feeling, I should be doing alright..." Rose's voice started to quiet down. Her arms stopped flailing, and her blue eyes- Roger's shade of blue- closed once more. 

When Adam looked up, he found Roger leaning against the doorway, eyes heavy with exhaustion but bright with love. He opened his mouth, and together-

"Doing alright!"

The roar of the crowd was a familiar sound in Adam's ears. Tonight, however, they grew even louder. That's probably because of the baby tucked securely in one of his arms.

Brian's fingers nearly slid off of the strings as he turned around. Once he regained his bearings and continued playing, Adam stepped forward, trying not to laugh as he sang."Where will I be this time tomorrow? Jumped in joy, or sinking in sorrow…"

A large smile grew on Roger's face as Adam stopped beside him, allowing Rose to reach out and grab his fingers.��

Once they finished singing, a collective cheer swept through the countless sea of people. Adam swore he could hear a couple of people cooing as Rose beamed at the crowd.

As Adam found Roger's gaze, he could feel his chest swell with so much pride and love. This is his family, and it brought him so much joy to know that the fans welcomed them with much fanfare.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Brian leaned into his mic, sweeping his arm towards them. "two gifts from God: Adam and Rose Lambert-Taylor!"

[sodalitefully]

1-30 hehehe

Anon you’re a ballsy motherfucker and I love you.  BUT you didn’t choose a fic for 24-28, or a word for 29!

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for? Uh, probably Danny Phantom when I was like twelve 😂

Do you participate in any writing events or challenges throughout the year? If so, what do you like about them? Nope bc this is a small fandom and we don’t do many of those.

Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around? I usually start at the start and then when I get stuck I’ll just skip that part, keep going, and come back to it later.  If I have an idea and I’m afraid I’ll forget it, I might also skip ahead and write it.

Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline? I love outlining more that actually writing lmao, the longer the fic the more I outline.  I usually stick to it pretty closely, which isn’t aways good for my writing...

What is the perfect environment for you to write in? Quiet and private.  Other than that I haven’t figured out the tricks to getting myself to focus :(

If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day? Occasionally when I’m really inspired I’ll write like 1000, but more often I just write a paragraph or two.

Which part of writing do you struggle with most? Too many ideas, too little actual writing capacity.  It’s hard to focus on finishing fics bc I get too distracted by my other ideas, and I rarely write sequels bc there’s so much I haven’t gotten to share yet.

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately. Nope, can’t write with music, I get too distracted.  

Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic? AUs!!!

Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most? Probably dialogue? Exposition is great bc I get to explain the AU, but It’s not good for the flow of the fic.  Dialogue can be really satisfying to write when you get in a groove with it.

If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be? Fluff!

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to? Oh god so many.  I have notes on tons of tropes I’d like to write... I’d like to do a college AU (and I meant to do it while I was actually in college but oops).  I posted a soulmate AU once but I’d like to do another.  Oh and I have lots of ideas for crossover AUs and I’m still deciding how to handle those.

Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth? Honestly probably not.  I’m not huge on character death, genderbends, or reader inserts, for example, but I have ideas for fics involving all of those. 

If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick? No one from gnr that’s for sure, that’d be a disaster.  How about... Percy Jackson and idk Wonder Woman?

A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be? Hmm out of the fics that I’ve posted... maybe Sumthin’ for Nuthin’ actually? I abandoned that poor fic but I still really like the plot.  And there’s plenty of longer, more plot-heavy fics I have outlined that would be cool to see as films.  In general I often imagine concepts visually instead of with words.

What is your most underrated fic? Saving Grace didn’t get a lot of notes and I get why – it’s kinda niche and there’s no actual romance.  But I think it’s well-written and I’m proud of it.

What fic are you most proud of? Maybe the whole cat!slash universe?  I don’t think it’s my best writing per se, but I’m still really attached to the concept and it was a pleasant surprise that other people seemed to like it too.

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene. I’ve always been partial to the paragraph in Sweetness that ends with “Their coffee has long gone cold (and so has Duff’s spine - snakes give him the heebie-jeebies), but Slash’s enthusiasm is sweeter than the Duff’s half-eaten bowl of melted ice cream, and Duff is eating it up with a spoon.”  Just... the coffee is cold and so is Duff’s spine, Slash is sweet and so is the ice cream, and using “eating it up with a spoon” idiomatically while it’s also thematically relevant to a sentence about dessert... I really like to layer meaning when I can.

Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why? Slash tends to be the center in most of my writing, but actually I think it’s easier to write from Duff’s pov.  Maybe bc when I’m writing sluff I can just channel my crush on Slash through Duff lmao.  Interesting tho bc when it comes to the real people, I find Slash much more relatable than Duff or the others.

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written? Hah maybe Slash in the funeral home AU, it’s a duzzy ficlet so he’s just a side character but I got a kick out of writing his and Steven’s background antics.

What is the one fic that got away? Well, I really wish I’d finished Sumthin’ for Nuthin’ before I kinda lost interest in Motley Crue, that fic was gonna get more dramatic from there.  Would it be worth it to just post the outline?  Plus there’s a few potential longfic ideas that I’ve put a lot of love into, but I doubt they’ll ever be posted or completed considering the way I can’t seem to focus on one idea long enough to write more than a one-shot :( But hey I guess you never know.

Have you cried while writing a fic? Nope.  I do have some angsty ideas though, hopefully they’ll surface someday.

If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it? Someday I’d like to rewrite the cat!Slash fic from the beginning, make it a real multichap or at least a proper series of vignettes.  Id also be interesting in a darker version of that AU, since there’s definitely potential for that in the concept.  But I’m pretty attached to the fluffy little universe I made, so I’d probably prefer to explore those darker themes in a different (but maybe similar) universe – I have a few ideas.

How did you come up with title for [x fic]? Most of my fics have self-explanatory titles or none at all, the only one I have much to say about is Saving Grace.  Duff needed a miracle to get out of his situation, Slash was his saving grace.  But also, Grace is the name of Duff’s oldest daughter, and Duff’s motive in the story is trying to “save” her.  Despite the double meaning in the title, I avoided referring to the child by name or as Duff’s “daughter”/explaining how they ended up together.  I wanted to maintain some of the mystery of the apocalyptic genre: characters with mysterious origins, found families, aliases, etc.  That’s definitely one of the ways that Mad Max and DOOM influenced this fic.  (Oh, also Serpentine is a dick joke via a wttj reference: “My serpentine.”  That’s it tho, the rest are pretty straightforward.)

Which idea came to you first in [x fic]? Feel free to send a fic for any/all of the next few questions! Generally speaking, my ideas are character driven, I want to portray a character or relationship a certain way and I build a world that allows me to do that.

Which part of [x fic] was the hardest to write?  Always the end.

If you were ever to do a sequel to [x fic], what do you think might happen in it? Whichever fic you have in mind, there’s a very high chance I have ideas.

In [x fic], what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about [pairing]? Same as above!

Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic. – Send me a word anon!

Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future. Ok, so I have three main longfic ideas, but the easiest one to explain is an AU set in a version of the 1980s where ancient greek deities exist, Axl’s life is parallel to that of Perseus, and Slash is cursed like Medusa.   Lots of drama, lots of influence from greek theater, untrustworthy gods, unrequited feelings, dramatic irony... fuck I hope I write it someday.  

Alright mad respect for anyone who got through all that!  Thanks for the ask, and feel free specify a fic for those last few questions if you wanna

[foreignobjecticus]

Writing Tag Game

Tagged by: @castielslight​ thanks! I was reading OP’s post and got to the end and saw my name and was like??? me??? hello (I am completing this wayyy too late at night and feeling very silly)

AO3 name: coppersky/LilyV687. I’ve been on the internet too long; I have too many silly pseuds and I’m reluctant to make them all match because I don’t really use the old sites like LJ anymore. 

Fandoms: In order of what I’ve been feeling lately: B7, FO4, Doctor Who, Poirot. There are far too many more.

Tropes: ANGST. I am a huge slut for angst, also h/c. I tend to end up writing a lot of “character A gets hurt, B nurses them back to health” fics.

Number of fics: Only 8 on AO3 apparently. On my harddrives... active ones... 29. I’m the kind of person who actually has probably x50 ficlets/drabbles in one big Word doc because I have no concept of continuity or self-discipline. 

Fic I spent the most time on: Divided up pretty evenly between a self-indulgent OC B7 fic at 66 hours editing time according to the file’s details, and 99 hours on my FO4 fic about a gen 2 synth (of which I posted one chapter on here and never posted any more oops.)

EDIT: Uhhh scratch that I just found a Harry Potter fic at 193 hours... that’s one I’ve posted a few chapters of on my AO3 but most is still unposted obvs. Haven’t touched that one in a few years but every now and then I get at it.

Fic I spent the least time on: Now I was waiting to fill this ask meme out because I JUST finished a very quick & dirty fic! At 5 hours from sitting down and thinking about it to finishing & posting to AO3, that’s honestly the quickest turn around I’ve ever done and I’m a little proud tbh. I’ll reblog the link after this.

Longest Fic: Definitely that Harry Potter one above at 209 pages and just shy of 99,000 words. Man, that thing got out of control. To be fair, it was started about 11 years ago and left at 1 page untouched for ~9 years.

Shortest Fic: Published (and not including the inevitable fics that are just a word doc opened, one line written, then closed): a Poirot/Hastings drabble that I think is only posted somewhere on the poirot_fans group on LJ. There’s also a lots of old P/H ficlets floating around from my highschool years.

Most hits/kudos/comment threads/bookmarks:

Hits: 2016 and

Kudos: 140 on one of my little P/H fics? REALLY? Man that’s like discovering my P/H video on Youtube has 33,000 views. Unexpected.

Comments: 29 comments on my Harry Potter fic (most of them telling me to keep posting I know I’m sorry ssshhh maybe this quarantine).

Bookmarks: Also the Harry Potter one because I’m a horrible person and never finished it. Also I don’t generally post long fics for this reason. Look, it’s a big fandom. No wonder this one seems to be top of my ranks here... 

Total word count: Oh boy there has to be an easier way to do this. 59,000 on AO3 and... 259,000 in just the bigger fics that I’ve touched in the last few months.

Favourite fic I wrote: Idk tbh... I go through phases where I like one piece for its writing style, another for it’s plot/content... I’d say I’m proud of the FO4 and Harry Potter ones because I’ve put a lot of effort and research into them to make the OC characters fit into the universes and canon as seamlessly as possible while also (hopefully) actually making the characters interesting and worthy of being part of the stories. I’m also pretty proud of the smut I’ve been posting lately, but give it a week and I’ll think it’s all tripe. I have written very very little smut until recently so I feel disproportionately bad at it.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I want to expand on my FO4 fic and finally get a chunk of it published online. It’s one of the few things I’ve written with an audience in mind, so I’m more likely to put it out there for others.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

Oooohh man I can’t compete with OP’s WIP. That was some JUICY PGP istg and . Hhhrrmmm let’s give a snippet of something from another kink meme prompt fill. The snippet’s not really NSFW but the fic will be (PGP):

“You go first, Vila!” Dayna laughed, kicking out at Vila from across their little huddle, and the thief yelped playfully.

“Alright alright! Never have I ever broken into another person’s cabin.” Roars sounded from everyone around him.

“That’s not true at all, Vila – drink!” Dayna cried, and Tarrant pushed Vila’s glass towards his face while Blake and Avon reeled off the many times Vila had broken into their cabins. Soolin sat smirking languidly, sipping at her drink regardless.

“He’s got to drink if he lies!” Dayna crooned, and Vila dutifully took a sip of his A&S.

“Fine then; if you think you know everything already, you go. Never have I ever…” he prompted the young girl beside him and Dayna smirked from across the rim of her glass, giggling.

“Never have I ever cheated honest people out of their hard-earned credits.” A chorus of ‘ooh’s sounded around the group and Vila looked gutted.

“That’s a low blow!” he took a swig of his drink and looked across at Avon. “You too old man, drink up!”

“They weren’t honest people,” Avon countered but took a generous mouthful of his drink regardless. Beside him, Tarrant took a half-hearted sip as if he didn’t really believe in his own culpability. Avon made a mental note to chase that particular story up with the pilot later.

“Soolin!” Tarrant piped up once he had swallowed his drink. Soolin rested her glass against her knee and circled her foot as she surveyed those before her. The gunfighter looked as if she were completely sober, and when she caught Avon’s eye, the man he was suddenly unnerved. What the hell are you thinking, Soolin?

“Never have I ever kissed Tarrant,” she turned to look at Dayna at the last moment, and Avon cursed the girl under his breath. He’d had too much to drink and was getting jumpy. Leaning back, Avon was happy to hide from the attention while Dayna and Vila took drinks while Soolin and Blake chuckled. When the laughter had died down, Soolin nodded towards Blake. Their leader managed a smile that reached his eyes despite the scar.

“Never have I ever had sex onboard Scorpio.” There was laughter this time and blushing all round as eyes flickered inadvertently towards guilty parties, and shocked giggles were muffled behind extended gulps of A&S and alcohol. But through the laughter, Blake’s good eye had fixed on the man next to him. Avon hadn’t taken a drink and that knowledge had visibly heartened and hurt Blake both in one go.

You calculating bastard Avon all but spat in his mind, and he scowled back at Blake in a way that he hoped gave nothing away but anger. But, as usual, Blake could see right through him. Avon didn’t quite know what he expected Blake to say when the man finally spoke, but “your turn” was certainly not it. Avon’s face passed through to shock and his anger was momentarily forgotten as he found himself being stared at by four other eager drunks.

“Come on, Av’n! I bet you’ve been stewing on a doozy this whole time. Out with it!” Vila leaned forwards on his knees and looked up expectantly. Avon put on his most smug grin turned towards Blake. Oh, I’ll play your game, Blake.

“Never have I ever been handcuffed naked to the flight controls.” All hell broke loose.

Tagging: Anyone who reads this and has enough fic to fill in the meme! I think most of the bigger writers I know have already been tagged. Oh actually @daddyfuckinlonglegs pls - no pressure! (Because I know for a fact you followed me for my FO4 fic that I went on to never post about again and I love your fics!  ;D ) & @the-epitome-of-pretense because your sosu stuff is 👌👌👌 and I think you had something in the pipeline last I checked :D

[brynnmck]

So @ajoblotofjunk asked some good writer questions! You should all answer them too!

1. Which of your own finished fics have you re-read the most?

Ooh. I have to admit that I have re-read my own fic... a lot. I’ll have a relapse into a fandom and go back and re-read a bunch. Just due to time it’s been out there, I’ve probably re-read my BSG fic the most, probably Ship to Ship and One Taste of the Apple (or Persephone Walks, which I like because it explores their wider world a tiny bit, plus there was soooo much banter opportunity).

2. Which of your own finished fics will you probably never read again because then you’ll have to remember how much you don’t like it/how hard it was to write/how annoying the fandom was/some other negative association?

Hmmm. I don’t actively HATE anything I’ve posted. By the time I finished posting Pilot Light, I’d read/edited it so many times that I definitely needed a break, but that won’t last forever. I wrote a My Chemical Romance Shakespeare-ish AU, Speak the Speech, I Pray You, that I enjoyed writing so much (even though it was a CHALLENGE) and put so much of myself into that I’m a little afraid to re-read it in case I don’t like it anymore. Otherwise it’s mostly just stuff I don’t read because the fandom doesn’t interest me much anymore. (I’m worried this comes off as egotistical and I want to make clear that I FREQUENTLY think that I suck, it’s just that once something is done, I can usually accept it for what it is, I guess, and at the end of the day, I write what I want to read, so. I don’t think “oh this is amazing writing” so much as “there was a thing that I wanted to exist in the world and now it exists.”)

3. You can only use one musical artist or poet just for lyric titles for the rest of your life: who would it be?

Haha @ajoblotofjunk knows this already but Jeffrey Foucault is my obvious answer. I’ve used his lyrics in SO MANY fic titles already. Springsteen is fertile ground too. Also the Local Strangers are making a strong showing for me for J/B especially--I am HIGHLY amused that SDW and I started writing HFOG and Pilot Light (respectively) at basically the same time and both INDEPENDENTLY decided to title them after Local Strangers songs. (Also, in addition to being brilliant musicians, they are lovely people. You should check them out!) 

4. What’s your favorite opening line you’ve ever written?

I had to actively look for this, but I like the opening line of one of my MCR fics, With Words I Thought I’d Never Speak: “Given that Gerard is, for the first time in quite a while, so head-over-heels for a woman that he can hardly breathe, it's a little bit of a mystery to him how he keeps ending up with Frank's face in his crotch.” That made me laugh.

5. What’s your favorite closing line you’ve ever written?

I am not a particularly strong closer, I don’t think. A LOT of my closing lines are basically “they laugh and probably kiss.” Funnily enough, the last line of With Words is one I like too, relatively speaking: “Gerard tips his head back, holds one hand out, and gestures for more” (because the fic is about polyamory and basically giving yourself permission to be as happy as you can possibly be, so like, IT’S A METAPHOR DO YOU GET IT). Also I have a Newsies fic out there, Don’t Be Afraid and Don’t Delay (sorry for the earworm), and I like the last bit of that:

"What do you think the moon looks like in Santa Fe tonight?" David asks—a little bit because it's a night where anything seems possible, and a lot because he wants Jack to know: your dreams are my dreams now; we go together.

Jack doesn't answer at first, looking up at the sky. David can see the curve of his mouth in the moonlight. Then he rolls his head sideways to meet David's eyes. "Looks pretty much like that."

6. Which character would you include in more fics if you felt more confident writing them?

Huh. I think that if I like a character enough to want to write them, I probably feel like I understand them well enough to write them, or at least I’ll do what I feel like I need to do to get to that point. Like when I first started writing due South fic, Kowalski’s voice was a challenge for me (because his mind is SO NON-LINEAR and mine is a lot less interesting), but it didn’t stop me from writing him, I just sort of... kept trying.

7. What is one plot point or character or title you would change for any of your finished fics?

This feels like a cop-out but I have an untitled due South ficlet that I wish I’d bothered to come up with a title for, just because it’s weird to have something on AO3 that doesn’t have an actual title, lol. (I have a tiny Star Wars ficlet that’s untitled, too. OOPS. Not titling things felt more natural in LJ days, which is when those are from.)

[emospritelet]

Masterlist Day 2019

Behold, my masterlist of Rumbelle variations boinking and angsting their way through various scenarios!

I checked all the links the other day so they should work. If any don’t, please let me know, as they seem to have a tendency to break or send you to the wrong fic. Under the cut because - well, because there are a lot 

Multi-chapter Masterlist

One-Shots

Multi-chapter Masterlist

All fic links are to AO3, and you may need an AO3 account to read some of them, as I have them locked down due to unprotected fics being scooped from that site without consent

The Long Game - Rumbelle. Winner of TEAs for Best AU and Best FIc in 2014.  Gold and Belle have known and loved one another in a hundred lives, and he’s spent the past seven lifetimes searching for her.  Humour, angst, and plenty of smut. COMPLETE - rated E

Bound For All Eternity - Rumbelle. Remix of The Long Game and TEA winner of Best Remix in 2015.  Belle meets Gold when she’s 16, with all the awkwardness that entails.  WIP - rated E

Playing to Win - Rumbelle. Series of one-shots from the Long Game verse, based on prompts received.  Most of them are smutty.  WIP - rated E

Homecoming - Ogilvelle.  Winner of Best Anyelle in TEAs 2019.  AU in the Long Game verse, set in 1905.  Mr Ogilvy has been looking for his lost love for centuries, and has been giving up all hope of finding her.  That is, until he receives a visit from a young woman in search of a job as governess. WIP - rated M (for now)

Penance - Rumbelle. Winner of Best Barely Legal Belle in the TEAs 2017. Teacher!Gold and Student!Belle begin an illicit relationship following an encounter in his office.  One of the angstiest things I have ever written. COMPLETE - rated E

Knowledge is Power - Rumbelle. Set after 5x12.  Belle’s emails with ‘the Oxford professor’ turn out to be very helpful, and she starts to develop a relationship with him. COMPLETE - rated E

The Stranger - My first Ivelle fic and TEA winner for Best Ivelle in 2016. Colonel Ives arrives in the town of Storybrooke, and gets the attention of the local librarian. COMPLETE - rated E

Buried Treasure - Golden Lace fic. Lacey tries to take Mr Gold’s mind off his lost love. I fully intended this to be PWP, but it turned angsty :(  COMPLETE - rated E

Neverland - Rumbelle. Mr Gold is Belle’s English teacher, and also works as an escort. She unknowingly hires him for her first time. COMPLETE - rated E

Pixie Dust - Rumbelle. Remix of Neverland and winner of Best Remix in the TEAs 2017. Belle is unhappily married to Gaston and discovers he has been unfaithful.  Ruby suggests hiring an escort.  COMPLETE - rated E

The Course of True Love - Rumbelle. Angsty version of how the fight scene in 6:04 might have gone.  Also a kind of fix-it fic, in the end.  Winner of Best Angst: Hurts So Good in the TEAs 2017.  COMPLETE - rated E

Outsider - Rumbelle. Winner of Best AU in the TEAs 2018.  Belle is running from her past, when she stumbles into Storybrooke, and its most infamous resident   COMPLETE - rated E

Tiger Lilies - Winner of Best Anyelle fic in the TEAs 2017.  Golden Lace/Rushacey fic set in the Neverland verse.  Lacey has a complicated relationship with her college professor Dr Rush, and decides to hire an escort that looks like him to work out some of her frustrations.  COMPLETE - rated E

Vermillion - Rushbelle. series of one-shots based on prompts for the Tiger Lilies verse. WIP - rated E

Waiting Game - Golden Lace.  Winner of Best Angst: Oops! in the TEAs 2018. Lacey is Neal’s college friend, and ends up sleeping with Mr Gold when he comes to visit Neal one day.  The whole thing gets angsty due to a misunderstanding, but it’s resolved :)  COMPLETE - rated E

Empty Corridors - Golden Lace.  Winner of Best Golden Lace Fic in the TEAs 2018.  Lacey has a bad relationship with her father, and it only gets worse after she hears about the offer he once made Gold.  Unable to make rent, she takes matters into her own hands.  But is Gold as ruthless as the town thinks? COMPLETE - rated E

Sacrifice - Rumbelle.  Winner of Best AU!OUAT in the TEAs 2018.  A new curse has stolen everyone’s memories, Gideon has been de-aged and Belle lives in a tiny house in the crappy part of town, unable to make rent.  When her landlord Mr Gold threatens to evict her, she offers the only thing of value she has.  COMPLETE - rated E

Cuckoo’s Flight - Rumbelle.  Dr Hopper releases Belle from the asylum, and she meets Storybrooke’s notorious landlord at the Rabbit Hole.  Season 1 AU. COMPLETE - rated E

Tis The Season - including Rumbelle, Golden Lace, Rushaceyrush, Dwarf Star, Swan Queen, Swanfire, Swanfirequeen, Wooden Swan, Floof Family, Malcolm x Fiona, Red Cricket, Brave Warrior, Dragon Queen.  Mostly fluffy ficlets with a festive theme. COMPLETE - most ficlets rated T, some rated E

Crystal Tears - Rumbelle.  With the ogres approaching her lands and her father betrayed by his own men, Belle must get away to safety.  With the help of Graham, her father’s Master of the Hunt, she flees the castle in the midst of a storm, finding her way to the Dark Castle, and its strange inhabitant…  WIP - rated M

Sparks - Rumbelle. Series of Dark Castle one-shots. Belle and Rumple adopt a baby dragon. WIP - rated E

Dark Heart - Rumbelle.  Winner of Best AU and Best Mr Gold in the TEAs 2019.  After a brief affair with Mr Gold and a bitter break-up almost two years ago, Belle returns to Storybrooke to visit her sick father.  But there is a secret that she has been keeping.  COMPLETE - rated E

Twisted Fate - Rumbelle. Remix of Dark Heart in which Belle manages to tell Gold she’s pregnant about seven months in. She’s wary and hostile, and he doesn’t know how to make things better, but he’s determined to try for the sake of their child. WIP - rated E

Kiss of Life - Rumbelle.  Hospital AU slow burn fic.  Winner of Best Storybrooke in TEAs 2019.  Belle moves to Storybrooke and gets a job helping out at the hospital, where she develops a crush on Dr Gold. COMPLETE - rated E

Things Left Unsaid - Woven Lace.  Winner of Best Woven Lace in TEAs 2019. Weaver takes Lacey in to save her from the streets, which leads to a one-night stand and a surprise pregnancy.  Three and a half years later, Lacey asks for a divorce, but all is not what it seems. WIP - rated E

Opening Lines - Woven Lace.  Prequel to Things Left Unsaid.  Detective Weaver’s world changes forever when a young woman bumps into him after witnessing a murder.  Friends to lovers with eventual smut. COMPLETE - rated E

Closing the Circle - Rumbelle.  Winner of Best Smut: Kink and Best AU!Gold/Rumple in TEAs 2019.  Belle, Mulan and Aurora have an interest in supernatural creatures, so what happens when they travel to Storybrooke to interact with the creatures that live there?  In Belle’s case, mostly hot sex with ancient vampire Mr Gold.  WIP - rated E

Sugar and Spice - Woven Lace.  It’s Christmas Eve and Lacey’s oven isn’t working, so she asks her neighbour if she can cook Christmas dinner at his for them both. Snark, sass and eventual smut. COMPLETE - rated E

Goodbye Kiss - Woven Beauty.  Detective Weaver has been in love with Belle French almost from the first moment he met her, but never thought his feelings might be returned.  Christmas fluff and smut.  COMPLETE - rated E

I.O.U. - Golden Lace.  Lacey is desperate for cash, and tries to sell some debts to Mr Gold.  Sass and sex ensue.  COMPLETE - rated E

Honourable Members - Sutherelle.  Belle French is an ambitious and feisty new MP and Prime Minister is equally irritated and fascinated by her. COMPLETE - rated E

Key to the Cell - Dark Castle Rumbelle. Belle doesn’t want the marriage her father has arranged for her, and seeks help from an old book, and the Dark One. WIP - rated M (for now)

One-Shots

Most fic links are to AO3

Last Man Standing - Golden Lace.  Gold and Lacey are both escorts, each thinking the other is their client for the evening.  Just smut, really - rated E

A New Chapter - Rumbelle Secret Santa 2014.  Belle gets Rumple a special Christmas present, and tries something new - rated E

Made to Measure - Rumbelle RCIJ 2016.  Fashion designer!Gold makes actress!Belle a dress for the premiere of her film.  Lots of sexual tension and eventual smut - rated E

Ever After - written upon seeing the promo for the FTL AU in 4X21 and 4X22. Lady Belle unlaces Sir Rumple from his leather pants - rated E

A Taste of Freedom - Ivelle - written for Rumbelle Order in the Court.  Smutty one-shot where Belle is Ives’s defence attorney in a murder case - rated E

Nothing But The Truth - Rumbelle.  Thus far my only Dark Castle Rumbelle smut fic.  Belle makes a deal with her master that has unexpected consequences for them both - rated E

Valley of Water - Rumbelle.  Written for the Rumbelle Summer Vacation event. Rumple, Belle and baby Gideon visit the Lake District.  Fluff and smut - rated E

Number 9 - Rumbelle.  Winner of Best Smut: PWP in the TEAs 2018.  Post season six finale fic.  Belle wants the stamina to keep up with the Dark One, so asks Rumple to make a potion.  Smutty smut! - rated E

Wolf’s Time - Rumbelle.  Winner of Best Spinner!Rumple in the TEAs 2018. Rumbelle Revelry fic.  Spinner!Rumple meets Witch!Belle - rated E

Midwinter’s Kiss - Rumbelle.  Belle has been looking forward to the Midwinter Festival in the Dark Castle, but things get even more exciting when Rumple takes her on a trip to Arendelle - rated E

Small World verse (WovenRushBelle, Woven Lace, Golden Lace, Woven Golden Lace) - rated E

Love and Trust - WovenRushBelle.  Rush and Belle are in a committed relationship but Belle has always wanted a threesome, so Rush asks his best friend…

Small World - Woven Lace. Weaver meets a girl called Lacey in Roni’s, and she’s just his type…

Turn Left - Golden Lace. Lacey returns to Storybrooke and decides to sleep with the pawnbroker she’s been trading sarcastic comments with

Off Duty - Woven Lace.  Lacey’s loser boyfriend is arrested and jailed, and when she meets the detective responsible in Roni’s bar, sparks fly - rated E

Bravery Will Follow - Rumbelle.  Reunion smut set post 2x01 - rated E

Drinking to Forget (Woven Lace) Winner of Best Series and Best Detective Weaver in the TEAs 2018 - rated E

Sex and Violence - Detective Weaver goes to Roni’s bar for a drink, and bumps into a girl called Lacey.  There follows banter, UST, and a lot of smut

Round Two - Weaver is teased by Alice and he and Lacey have another night of hot smut at his place

Probable Cause - Lacey dresses up for Halloween and she and Weaver indulge in tricks and treats!

Damaged But Not Broken - Weaver gets a new partner, and Lacey finds an interesting trinket at Alice’s place

Smoke and Mirrors - Weaver and French investigate a murder, and his feelings for Lacey grow deeper

Almost Like Family - it’s Christmas, and Weaver and Lacey have fun with eggnog before being interrupted by Alice and French

Living Arrangements - Weaver begins to realise the depths of his feelings for Lacey, and makes an important decision

Rude Awakening - Rumple has his memories back, but reacts very badly to seeing someone who is the image of his dead wife.

Lost and Found - Lacey waits for Weaver to wake up so she can yell at him.  Alice guides Rumple to the truth about his lost love.

Full Circle - Rumple takes Belle to Storybrooke to try to find a way to restore her knowledge of their old life and tries to keep her at arm’s length.  Belle has other ideas.

The Return - Rumple returns Belle’s memories at the wishing well

Honeymoon Series (Rumbelle) - COMPLETE - rated E

1. Newlyweds - Rumple and Belle’s wedding night, with a little angst, lots of smut, and Hook making Moe French very uncomfortable

2. Something Blue - the morning after the wedding night, and the diners at Granny’s take an interest in the newlyweds.

3. Cabin Fever - Belle tells Rumple that she found him attractive in his EF persona, and the Charmings happen upon the happy couple while on a walk in the woods.  Winner of TEA for Best Smut: Comedy 2015

4. The Many Uses Of Magic - Rumple shows Belle a useful spell, and Hook grosses out the occupants at Granny’s diner and gets a punch on the nose for his troubles

5. Red Velvet - Rumbelle roleplay - the Dark One’s maid has a problem that only he can help her with

6. Shadows at Midnight - Rumple has a flashback to his imprisonment with Zelena, and Belle is there to help him.  Starts of angsty, ends up smutty

7. Light and Shadow - Rumple takes Belle on a boat ride, with a little help from Lumiere

Erotic Destiny series (Rushbelle) - all smutty. TEA winner for Best Rushbelle and Smut: Best Anyelle 2015 - rated E

1. Power Play - Belle is determined to have the last word with Dr Rush, for once

2. Curious - Belle gives Rush a surprise

3. Control - Rush has been avoiding Belle since the ‘incident’, so she seeks him out

4. Personal Matters - waking up in bed with Rush leads to an argument.  Then smut.

5. Direct Orders - Belle and Rush have been fighting at work, and Young orders them to get some rest

6. Before the Storm - surprisingly just smut, no fighting

7. Third Party Evidence - Colonel Young finds out Rush and Belle are having sex

8. Open To Interpretation - Young tries to talk some sense into Belle.  It does not go well

9. Going Down - clue’s in the title *winks*

10. Green Eyes - Belle gets a handsome friend to come aboard Destiny, and Rush is jealous

11. Silence - Rush is being distant, and Belle tries to find out why.

12. Only in Your Head - when Belle is stranded on an alien plant, Rush resorts to drastic action in an attempt to save her.

Rushbelle one-shots

Fragile - Rushbelle. Rush is still mourning the loss of his wife when he meets a stranger in a bar who has her own grief. Please read the tags on this one - rated E

Pleasure in Grief - Rush is insensitive, and Belle is upset with him.  Smut ensues - rated E

Three’s Company - TEA winner for Best Threesome 2015 - RushBelleRush smut on Destiny - rated E

Hunger - Rush is infected with a vampiric parasite that wants Belle’s blood even more than he wants her body - rated E

Look Back in Anger - Rushbelle fic written for The Great Rumbelle Blow Off. Lieutenant Belle French decides to channel her irritation with Rush into sucking him off - rated E

Open Fire - follow up to Look Back in Anger.  Fuck or die fic where Lt French and Dr Rush are trapped on a planet in a rainstorm and seek shelter - and a way to keep warm - rated E

Extracurricular series - RumBelleRush teacher/student/teacher smut - rated E

1. A Shift in Focus - Prof!Rush fucks Student!Belle in his car

2. Crossing The Line - Prof!Gold goes down on Student!Belle in his office and later fucks her in his apartment.

3. Secret Affairs - the morning after, Belle has to deal with a suspicious Ruby and later goes to Rush’s office to arrange a date that evening, with smutty results.

4. Unrequited - Gold accidentally sexts Rush, much to Belle’s amusement.  She helps him feel better in his office.  Erotic art then appears around the university featuring Gold and Rush, and Rush trolls Gold, meaning Belle has to punish him with a public blowjob

5. San Francisco - RumBelleRush threesome smut!  TEA winner of Best Threesome 2016

6. Fire and Ice - More RumBelleRush threesome smut, wherein they’re snowed in at a hotel, and make use of a sauna, shower and Gold’s bedroom for sexy times.  TEA winner of Best Threesome 2017

7. Peaches and Longing - threesome smut in a hotel, following their car breaking down on a road trip.  Winner of Best Threesome 2018.

[luthienebonyx]

Ficlet: After Party

So, I, er, wrote a ficlet inspired by Gwen’s Emmys dress. Oops.

After Party

by Luthien

Summary: Jaime and Brienne’s wedding night.

Words: 1379

Rating: M

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Brienne didn't even wait until Jaime had finished closing the bedroom door behind them. She crossed the room to the huge, old four-poster bed and flopped across it. The bed posts were decorated with carved and gilded lions' heads, a lot like the golden lion head clasps on the shoulders of Brienne's gown, where her new Lannister crimson cloak met heavy cream silk brocade, embellished with sapphires the exact shade of Tarth's familiar azure blue.

"Oh, gods," she said, words half-muffled against the red and white silk cover, which was embroidered with almost unseemly amounts of gold thread—and which was, again, strongly reminiscent of her beautiful gown, with its long, creamy silken folds, and the cloak of gold-embroidered crimson silk that Jaime had placed around her shoulders. "I didn't think that was ever going to end. Every time I attend a wedding it seems to last longer than the last one, but this one definitely took the prize for longest wedding ever. All those speeches… I thought they might keep talking until the end of time, or at least until dawn."

"It was a momentous wedding," Jaime pointed out, coming to sit beside her on the edge of the bed. "It's not every day that the Evenstar of Tarth is wed."

"Or the lord of Casterly Rock," Brienne said, turning her head to look at him. His face still looked like the Jaime she knew so well, the beloved and familiar features, but the rest of him… He had truly 'gone the full Lannister' today, as Arya Stark had so succinctly but accurately put it. His rich golden doublet, made from silk twill woven in an intricate honeycomb pattern, and then overlaid with an embroidered Lannister lion in thread of gold and adorned with copious numbers of rubies, was an outrageous boast of his family's wealth and power, its only redeeming feature being that it did look very well on him. Very well indeed. And coupled with those very tight black breeches… With some effort, Brienne forced her mind back to the current topic of conversation. "I don't think I could go through with that again, now that I know everything that it would entail. Actually, I know that I couldn't."

"Were you planning to marry again?" he asked. "Is there a plot against my life that I should know about?" Brienne thumped his thigh. She didn't do it in earnest. It was really hardly a thump at all, but he still exclaimed, "Oww! So there is a plot?"

"Of course there isn't a plot," Brienne said, a bit crossly, even though she knew that his question was exactly as serious as her thump had been. "I'm never marrying anyone again, and that includes you, so I'm afraid that means that you're just going to have to stay alive and be my husband."

She felt the mattress shift, and then he was lying beside her, facing her, the look in his eyes equal parts wicked and amused. "If I really have no choice but to be your husband, then I have one task still to do today." He kissed her then, for a long time, and she kissed him back, until Brienne was moving restlessly against the mattress, wanting more, and she could feel Jaime's hand sliding down along her thigh, searching for the hem of her dress and the way beneath its silky folds. They were both panting for breath when at last he drew back to look at her, amusement and wickedness both gone from his eyes, replaced with something more serious, more… more.

"How do I get you out of this thing?" he asked, pulling ineffectually at one of the sapphire-adorned cream silk sleeves of her wedding gown.

"The lion clasp at the shoulder. Here let me-"

"No, let me. This is a husband's task, and I intend to start as I mean to go on."

Brienne could have made some biting little comment, then, and maybe she would have, if Jaime had been at all flippant when he had voiced his intention. But he hadn't been flippant, and he wasn't now. His expression was serious, the light in his eyes determined. And so Brienne sat up, and… let him.

It took a while, far longer than it would have for a man with two hands—or even for a one-handed man willing to accept assistance in the task from his new wife—but at last the fastening beneath the lion's head came loose, and both crimson and creamy-white silk fell away to reveal… Brienne.

"Magnificent," Jaime whispered, his mouth suddenly close by her ear, as his hand moved unerringly to her breast. Brienne knew he wasn't talking about the beautiful dress.

"Magnificent," she whispered back, her own hand sliding down to seek and find. She wasn't talking about his outrageous doublet, or even those tight black breeches. Not the breeches themselves, anyway.

They stared at each other. Either of them could bridge the space between them, so easily, and yet neither of them moved. Brienne knew that everything she was feeling must be written for him to see on her face, but then she'd never been good at hiding her strongest emotions. The best she could do was to shroud herself in silence, and hope that that would serve as protection. Jaime had cloaked her in his colours today, an added shield for her against the world, but the cloak had fallen from her shoulders, along with the top half of her dress. She was naked to him now, in more ways than one.

She did not look away. Neither did Jaime. He routinely shielded himself in words, quips and sharp little conversational barbs, the opposite of her protective silence. Now he was silent, too, but the look in his eyes said everything that Brienne could ever want to hear from him.

"You know," Jaime said after a long moment, almost succeeding in sounding conversational, "that clasp is quite an interesting design.

"Oh, yes?" Brienne said, swallowing hard as his hand stroked gently against her breast. "In what way?"

"The lion has a sapphire in its mouth, almost as if it were about to eat it."

"Really?" Brienne said.

"I thought perhaps you would have noticed that. I imagine you had several fittings while the dress was being made."

"Oh, yes. Several," Brienne said, her voice catching on the last word as his hand moved a little harder against her breast, touching her with intent now, rather than just to tease. "And perhaps I did notice that. At some point."

"I'm finding it quite… inspirational, actually," Jaime said.

"Really?" Brienne said again, biting down on her lip. She let herself fall back slowly against the covers. "Then you'd better show me."

Jaime didn't answer in words. She felt the seam go on one side, as he tugged the dress down over her narrow-but-not-quite-narrow-enough hips, but she didn't care, couldn't care, because just then his lips found her nether lips in the sort of kiss that she once could never have dreamed about, when she was a maiden guarding the virtue that she was sure no man would ever want. Let alone a man a man worthy of her love, who loved her in return.

And yet here she was. Here they were. Husband and wife. Wife and husband. The lord of the rock and the lady of the sapphire isle, opposite and equal in their public faces, so far as the world was concerned.

But in private the lion could eat the sapphire, just as it did on the clasp of her wedding gown, and Brienne would not object. She let out a soft gasp, and squirmed a little as she felt his beard brush against her inner thighs, and then his tongue…

She gave herself up to sensation then.

Quite some time had passed, or perhaps just a few minutes, when at last Brienne was capable of coherent thought again. Yes, she would definitely not object if the lion continued to eat the sapphire in private. And, who knew? Maybe sometime soon the sapphire would find a way to consume the lion in return.

Brienne of Tarth was fairly sure that if she did find a way, her lord husband would not object.