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[inquartata30]

WIP Whenever (Sunday)

tagged by @natsora tagging @joufancyhuh  @jennserr  @1esk19  @forlornmelody  no obligations

This started out as a writing exercise where you’re supposed to rewrite an existing scene from a different character’s POV. However, Safira wanted to go further back than I’d planned—far enough where she could confront Indah, her father, over why she’d broken up their family two decades before. And then she wanted to continue forward from there, too. This and other scenes from it actually do fit within Tessera canon.

Indah would already know she was here. Eventually, she would come out to speak. But ‘eventually’ was difficult to measure, and Safira didn’t feel like staying in one place as she waited for it. So, she wandered into the cave with the skittering spiders, skirted the calm pool on the other side, and then shuffled her way through the keyhole passage.

White-capped waves slamming violently into the cliffs greeted her just outside the small cove. Safira cursed under her breath at the cloud bank looming over the darkening horizon. She should’ve checked the weather report before coming. A nasty storm was churning inland, and the bay could only protect so much before even it was overwhelmed. Yet, here she stood, out in the open. Sighing, she turned and headed back, following the same path she’d taken to the shore. 

Indah was waiting for her when she emerged from the cave. Safira retained pride in the fact that she hadn’t literally jumped when she’d caught sight of her father.

“I half-expected you to come inside. You have that look about you,” Indah said mildly.

“What look?”

“You’re a bow strung for a hunt. There is a wrong in the world that must be righted. There is a foe who must be confronted.”

Safira waited. This was how Indah spoke, at times. The pacing of a poem and there was at least one line left to go.

It never came. Indah fell silent.

In that silence, they walked to the sheltered stretch of beach at the back of the bay.

The wrongness of the silence chafed, but it wasn’t what could be righted and it wasn’t what Safira was here for. Since Indah was smart enough to know exactly why she was here, Safira went straight to it. “Was it something Sula did?”

“Your mother did nothing wrong.”

“Did you know Eirian thinks it’s her fault? Over a decade and she still believes it is.”

“She holds no blame.” Every answer measured, infuriatingly mild, not a single note of defensiveness or accusation. Yet, the equanimity that had been part of Indah for as long as Safira could remember wasn’t there, either.

Safira had plenty of upset and accusations for them both. She had to stop gritting her teeth to continue. “I didn’t say it was rational. But it’s hard for a forty-year-old child to grasp that it isn’t her fault that her father left. Left and then never returned, as if she wasn’t worthy enough to deserve her father’s presence in her life.”

“Of course she is.”

“Your actions say otherwise.”

Indah didn’t reply, her eyes focused on the mouth of the bay.

When it became obvious that Indah had no intention of answering, Safira moved to the next question. “Why haven’t my sisters and I been allowed to see Thaia?”

“Does it matter why? You found a way to circumvent it, after all.”

“Not just me. Meir went to one game, but refuses to attend more because she can’t guarantee she won’t lose her temper and try to find you. Eirian went with me for two before she missed you and her little sister too much to bear. Sula can’t go because you barred it though litigation. But I won’t miss a single game that I’m given the opportunity to see.”

“Why?”

“Because even though I may be a stranger to her, I won’t accept her being a stranger to me.”

The jab struck true. The flex of Indah’s jaw belied it. “Are you here to present me with my own guilt?”

Safira’s hands curled into fists to prevent herself from throwing them outward in exasperation. “I want you to help me understand.” 

“Understand what?” Indah was still looking at the mouth of the bay and the roiling ocean beyond.

“Why you’ve insisted on irrevocably breaking our family.” Safira’s temper rose from the pit of her stomach, but she shoved it back down. Yelling wouldn’t help. “Why you won’t allow Thaia to know that the rest of her family exists, much less spend time with us. Why you’ve never said a word to any of us since you left, even though you sent Meir and me daily messages when we were out on assignments. Our squadmates gave us shit every time, but we didn’t mind because we knew our dad loved us. Now, though? Now you bear so little resemblance to the father I knew that you’re a stranger. I want to know why. Help me understand.”

It was long minutes spent gazing at the sea before Indah said, “I have no explanation to give you.”

“Try. Please.”

“You misunderstand.” A rueful smile quirked at the inadvertent wordplay, but it vanished in the short time between waves crashing against the rocks. She finally faced Safira, the glow from the eezo granules in the sand bright enough to add a blueish tint to eyes the same hazel as Safira’s own. Except… there was a dullness to them that Safira had never seen before. Like the life behind them was merely a faint and fading echo of what it had once been. “No explanation exists. Neither for me, nor for you.”

Safira’s shock stole her breath, leaving her question scarcely audible. “You tore our family apart and you don’t even know why?”

For an instant, Safira believed there would be an answer. The initial lift of Indah’s chin. The pause indicating thought before speech.

That was it.

Another wave crashed ashore. Receded. Rivulets of water ran through the sand in its eager return to the sea. The wind picked up, the bite of the storm carried within it.

Then Indah was striding back to the house, back to Safira, broad shoulders slightly slouched. Not in Safira’s entire life had she witnessed Indah’s posture anything less than perfect while standing.

Still, she could scream as she watched her father walk away. Again. Wordless, whereas Indah’s mind had once shaped words like a sculptor’s hands did clay. She thought of that twelve-year-old child she had seen earlier today, her youngest sister, searching the stands of the small field used for the youth skyball league, searching for any sign of her mother. The crumpled face and downcast eyes that followed, when that same child accepted that her mother wasn’t there. She thought of Eirian twenty years ago, struggling through adolescence and the fresh wound of her father’s sudden, complete, voluntary absence. The sting of it a constant companion for months, years, as she tried and failed to accept that it wasn’t her fault. A similarly crumpled face and downcast eyes and neither of them deserved any of it.

Who was this person?

Not the person for whom a younger Eirian had labored in secret to make a gift. A painting. Safira had seen it, mere days before their family shattered. It had been their father standing over her beloved bay, eyes dancing in the way they only did when basking the combination of the bay and presence of her bondmate along with their enthusiastic, happy and often over energetic daughters. Lined up with her at the cliff’s edge were the three eldest, all in various states of laughter. The detail of Sula below, waiting in the boat, both arms wrapped tightly around a toddler desperately trying to heave herself into the water. The frenetic energy of their littlest sister had been perfectly conveyed in pigment. Eirian had been so proud, brimming over with impatience to give it to Indah as a celebration of her 750th birthday in a month’s time.

Days later, it was in tatters, ripped up by Eirian’s own hands. If Eirian created art after that, none of them were ever privy to it. Another loss tallied the rest that would never be recovered.

Wind swept the waves across the bay, stray droplets from the whitecaps catching Safira’s cheek as she continued to watch Indah walk away. Watched the retreat of this unkind stranger who’d replaced her father. 

The looming storm broke. Put to paper by Indah’s hands, it might’ve been poetic. For Safira, it meant cold, waterlogged clothes by the time she reached the skycar.

[meremennen]

This is going to be a thematical series.

1: Work In Progress Works

Okay, hear me out. Work in progress works are so underappreciated. 

And even though I’m not sure if all of these works will be continued, some probably not, but I love them for a reason and they deserve a shout out. They are all honestly so great for various reasons (for plot, for characterisation, for the idea itself, for writing style or for editing, etc.) and I don’t regret any minute of reading them. 

The list, sorted by current ratings:

aphelion (modern/ G /space pirates, loosely based on Firefly, multiple POV)

Arrangement of a Lifetime * (modern/ G/ fake/pretend relationship)

Heaven Can’t Wait (canon/ G/ kidfic, fluff and angst)

Hello, Princess  (modern/ G/ college/university, slow burn, Maths nerds, humor)

I Know I Don't Deserve It, But Stay With Me A Minute (modern/ M/ 10 Things I Hate About You AU (loosely)

Let’s Go to the Mall! * (modern/ G/ denial of feelings, high school)

mind if i check you out? * (modern/ G/ bellarke library au, rivalry)

The Rest Was History * (modern/ G/ fake dating)

The Will ‘o the Wisps (modern/ G/ fantasy, faes)

This is where you fall, this is when you get up * (modern/ G/ cowboy!Bellamy)

Baby Mine (modern/ M/ Jane the Virgin AU)

Now and Then * (modern/ M/ best friends to lovers, past and present)

The Art of Disappearing * (modern/ M/ fake marriage)

Up In Flames * (canon/ M/ post season 1 AU)

Win a Date with Bellamy Blake (modern/ M/ slow burn, fake dating)

All Is Love (modern/ E/ kid fic, unplanned pregnancy)

Bite Me (canon/ E/ season 1, affectionate insults)

Friends With Benefits (modern/ E/ college/university, friends to lovers, humor)

The Prisoner and The Cure * (modern/ E for gore/zombies)

Weave Me A Myrtle Crown * (modern/ E / firefighter!bellamy, paramedic!clarke)

Happy reading!

I don’t know everyone’s tumblr, or if they have any, so if anyone is actually reading this and you wanna tag them, please do so.

Ratings are indicative and might change.

* – probably won’t be updated, but we can always hope

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All Is Love (E) by @bisexualbellamyblake (AO3: lightyears )

135k+

Summary: It all begins because Raven declares that she's on a sex ban for three months. Clarke reminds her of this when her life is turned upside down. Raven reminds Clarke later, when everything finds its place again. / Or, Clarke finds out she's pregnant six weeks after Bellamy leaves. 

*** S l o w burn. And that moment when they reunite, or when Bellamy finds out about Clarke’s little secret tortured me in ways that hurt a lot. But hey, still breathing ;-) ***

aphelion (G) by @kindclaws  (AO3: kindclaws )

45k+

Summary: It's been two years since the spaceship Aphelion mysteriously disappeared, its crew branded by the ARK as traitors to be shot on sight. Jake Griffin was on that ship, and with him, a dangerous secret that could change civilized space forever./ Now, Clarke wants some answers - and revenge, if she can get it. Bellamy wants a bigger ship - specifically, Clarke's. Wells wants to fix the system his father broke. Octavia wants a little fun. Miller wants everyone to stop making poor life choices. Harper wants to kiss the new girl. And Raven? Well, Raven just wants to blow shit up./ The universe won't know what's hit it. (Space pirates AU!)

*** what I love the most about this fic is the multiple POV! It is so rare to have these kinds of stories, and honestly, it gives such a unique feel to it. I am so, sooo grateful for this fic. ***

Arrangement of a Lifetime * (M) @ FFnet: moomolie1709

55k+

Summary: He needed her to pose as his girlfriend, and she needed him to make her unfaithful ex jealous. But what began as a simple transaction between two business partners soon becomes more complicated than either of them could have ever anticipated.

*** without giving too much away, there is a really cute bedsharing scene and another scene with Clarke in a dress that I loved a lot. Sadly, it also ends after a huge cliffhanger, and I really doubt this will ever be finished, but it deserves to be on this list. And like with every other WIP, You NeVER kNOw. Your comment might just be the one that makes the lovely writer to finish it.*** 

Baby Mine (M) @ AO3: stumblesun

80k+

Summary: A routine doctor's appointment, a mix-up and an artificial insemination...what could go wrong?

*** I haven’t watched Jane the Virgin, but you don’t have to. S l o w burn ***

Bite Me (E) by @notnicorette (AO3: notnicorette)

10k+

Summary: 'Bite me' is a common insult, right? People say it all the time. Except...Clarke ends up screaming it at Bellamy... And, for once...he does take one of her orders.

*** good old season 1 feels!!! And you know, who says it didn’t happen, just because we haven’t seen it on screen ***

Friends With Benefits (E) @ DreamofInception on AO3

60k+

Summary: Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake hate each other. But they like each other naked.

*** Such an excellent humor!!! And heartbreak. ***

Heaven Can’t Wait (G) by @randomly-random-jen (AO3: justanotherjen ) 

45k+

Summary: With the Apocalypse banging at their door, the Arkadians and what's left of Trikru take refuge in the remains of Alpha Station and hope for the best./ Over 500 souls crammed into a tin can, but there's only one that has Bellamy wrapped around her little fingers.

*** post season 3 canon divergent, it’s so raw and emotional, and I love this Bellamy so, so much!! ***

Hello, Princess (G) @ AO3: moonyredmoon

Summary: Professors and TAs were supposed to teach and help you. They were supposed to appreciate students who took the time to come see them and ask questions. If nothing else, they were supposed to have a clear explanation when it came to questions on grading. Instead, Clarke had even more questions and only one new piece of information… / Bellamy Blake was an asshole.AU with Clarke in college as a pre-med student, and Bellamy her Calculus TA. More characters and tags will be added as they are introduced.

*** SLOWBURN, Maths nerd Bellamy tutoring Maths nerd Clarke is such a unique concept and I love it so much!! ***

Let’s Go to the Mall! * (G) @ AO3: Willaphyx

20k+

Summary: Clarke Griffin was looking forward to a summer of working at her favorite art store in the local mall. That is until she found out who works at the bookstore across the hall: Bellamy Blake, who quickly becomes Clarke's least favorite person. But it would seem like Bellamy doesn't quite feel the same. With the whole summer ahead of them, who knows what could happen?

*** It’s super cute. ***

mind if i check you out? * (G) @ AO3: earthandsky

5k+

Summary: "'Literally, he’s the only clerk to get requests from patrons,' Monty had told Clarke a few days ago, rolling his eyes. 'People come to the desk with all of their stuff and will specifically ask for Bellamy to check them out.' / Raven had grinned. 'I think they’d rather check him out.' / Monty had pulled a face but didn’t disagree. Apparently, Clarke was meeting him today. And he was going to train her. Awesome." / Bellarke Library AU.

*** Just read it. It’s great! ***

Now and Then (G atm, though it’s rated M) by @100yearsofbellarke (AO3: InfiniteBeauty93)

30k+

Summary: Growing up since birth together Bellamy and Clarke have been through the best and worst of times. But when Bellamy gets engaged and Clarke confesses her love to him he rejects her leaving her heartbroken. Now spending a week at her family's vacation house with Bellamy's in preparation to his wedding the past and present collide.

*** well, normally I don’t read anything with e.cho but this story was posted before the dark days, and trust me, it’s good. I’m really loving the alternating timelines!!! ***

I Know I Don't Deserve It, But Stay With Me A Minute (G, possibly turning M) @ AO3: belgardebells

45k+

Summary: Octavia Blake isn't allowed to date until her big brother Bellamy does, so she calls in a favour from her best friend Clarke Griffin. All Clarke has to do is seduce Bellamy, fake date him, and then break things off when Octavia starts going out with her waiter conquest. It's supposed to be quick, easy, and painless. And it is. Until Clarke starts falling for real.

*** this author has multiple WIPs (I recommend them all) and a really unique writing style and humor ***

The Art of Disappearing (M) @ AO3: Jenye

20k+

Summary: The first night they met they witnessed a grisly murder. Now they’re being placed into the Witness Protection Program. Starting life over in Ark, Minnesota was definitely not part of Clarke’s five-year plan. And gaining a wife certainly wasn’t something Bellamy saw himself doing this year.

*** Bellamy and Clarke falls in love in witness protection ***

The Prisoner and The Cure * (E for gore) @ AO3: PaintedGhostOrchid 

30k+

Summary: The US has been transformed into a barren, post-apocalyptic wasteland after a viral outbreak leaves society in shambles. But Clarke Griffin is a girl on a mission to her mother's research facility to deliver the only-known cure- if only she can avoid the free-roaming criminals who are determined to kill her, led by one particularly terrifying (and handsome) escaped prisoner who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. / Loads of Bellarke tension, human survival, the occasional zombie (but not much), jealousy, and romance.

*** Bellamy as a grumpy prisoner trying to save his sick sister. And then, there is Clarke. She is special. They are fighting their way through the zombie apocalypse.  ***

The Rest Was History * (G) @ AO3: Tate

25k+

Summary: Historian Bellamy Blake needs to impress his potential bosses at ARK Enterprises. He's got everything they're looking for, except the girlfriend that his best friend Raven Reyes assures him will win them over. But that's okay, because Raven's found just the girl. Only, there's one problem. Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin really, really hate each other.

*** ummm, quite a few tropes in this. One of the details I really, really loved is the name of the car and fLUsTeREd Bellamy.  ***

The Will ‘o the Wisps (G) @ AO3: DracoTerrae

5k+

Summary: With his kingdom falling to darkness, Jake Griffin barely managed to escape to another world, his young daughter, Clarke in tow. Twenty years later, Clarke wanders a little off the designated trails and stumbles into the very world her father left behind. Now desolate and under the shadow of darkness, Clarke slowly gathers a ragtag group with whom she will fight the powers that brought this world to its knees.

*** it’s very mysterious at the moment, only a few chapters in, but I cannot wait to read more. On hiatus, but I have faith ***

This is where you fall, this is when you get up (G) by @queenofchildren (AO3: queenofchildren )

35k+

Summary: In which Bellamy is a grumpy cowboy, Jake knows a good steak when he eats it, and Clarke makes a decision.

*** COWBOY BELLAMY, WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED? ***

Up In Flames * (M) @ FFnet: lucawindmover

60k+

Summary: AU Post Season 1 finale. They were meant to be used as a new influx of genes for Mount Weather. But Clarke Griffin and her band of survivors would not be going along willingly.

*** The MM made them do it. Sooooo, I wish I could say this story will continue!! Anyway, I just love this one so much, it has to be on this list. ***

Weave Me A Myrtle Crown (E for abuse and sexy times) @ AO3: AJRedfern

75k+

Summary: Clarke's not a woman easily shaken - she has a reputation of being 'logical, level-headed if a little cold-blooded'. And then she gets assigned as the new Paramedic In Charge to Firehouse 82. Amidst the people she's starting to call her friends, is Bellamy Blake: heroic firefighter, exemplary Lieutenant, complete asshole. Normally, this would have been fine - it's not the first time she's had to work with someone she despised. Except dreams keep plaguing her. Dreams that start the day she first met him. Dreams of a different life, a different time, a different world. Dreams of him, of her, of them. Dreams that start to feel like memories. Yeah, her carefully constructed facade isn't going to survive Firehouse 82.

*** Reincarnation (?) AU. I wish I could say this will be updated, but I have doubts. Regardless, the parallel timeline/flashbacks are giving the story an amazing flavour, and the UST is excellent ***

Win a Date with Bellamy Blake (M) by @bittyab18 (AO3: Bittyab18 )

125k+

Summary: Clarke Griffin's best friend enters her in a contest to win a date with Bellamy Blake, famous actor/Hollywood heartthrob/bad boy. Except, Clarke already knows Bellamy, and she's not a fan of him or his movies. Because her life sucks, she wins, and now she's reintroduced to the guy she loved to hate in high school. 

*** So much UST, so much angst and so much cuddling. A true s l o w burn. ***

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I hope you will give it a go and show these writers some love.

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Coming up next (probably): 

Fake dating/Arranged Marriage/Accidental Pregnancy

[queenofairandsnarkness]

Hey, @cosmonauthill tagged me, this is every WIP I have that is...

A.) Live- so Sonder, Winter’s Night, and other things I’ve tabled for the indefinte future are out.

B.) Not partially posted.

C.) Not original works to be published until the Elaine Keswick or Alex Costaine names.

No one gave up a rib for me- AKA Rhaenys hides as a muggleborn witch, is called back to Westeros to act as a rebel queen before Robert Baratheon’s body cools.

“Wanting to do something and not wanting to live with the consequences of turning away are two very different things,” she said, trying not to bite her tongue as she felt for the best way to put everything. Arguing with Sirius was better than dealing with anyone else- they were as clever and as cutting as each other, and didn’t see the need to lie about it. “But they can coexist. Just… uncomfortably. It doesn’t really matter what I want- I can argue alternatives all I want, but the answers for any of them aren’t any better. I’ve tried, believe me. But I haven’t come up with a better, workable answer.”

Various Storms and Saints (AKA Rhaenys and TC’s part of the Post Mage War Shenanigans. Posting chapter one of three when I get chapter two of Compass done, which should be tonight/tomorrow, then a day delay, chapter two is almost done of this.)

“I was nearly an epidemiologist, but there was the tiny issue of my fake name and my fear of flyng,” Rhaenys sighed. “Arianne got me a bacteria plushie when I went to school, trying to encourage me to go for it.”

Untitled Gothic AU (AKA Tyrion, Asha, and Rhaenys are Horrible at Gothic Horror.)

“Well, that’s good,” Tyrion said, swallowing a slug of his drink. “Since no one in this house is a virgin.”

That Lysa/Rhaegar fic with the kidlets where their youngest is a muggleborn witch

Also, Mrs. Targaryen would be furious if Min’s soul got eaten by dementors, not to mention Dani Tully. Harry really wanted to avoid that.

My introductory fic for the SHIELD verse, which I may just fuck it and make open verse for my sanity

“We were marathoning Babylon Five,” Gwen said, grinning. The Movie Club have loved that story. “And, again, how did none of you realize that there were a room full of vampires in a Hall of Mirrors? Jesus, you all had to go and prove every horror movie trope about white people true.”

When Wishes Still Worked (the Once AU)

“Actually,” Oberyn Martell said, eyes widening in a way that Alexander Russell, thirty years later, would know to be a very bad sign indeed, “I thought the problem was to be dealt with before Elia needed to leave? Or has all the might of the Targaryen dynasty been foiled by one disappointed maiden?”

i won’t apologize ( the one where Harry is adopted by Rhaenys Targaryen, morally dubious former teenage superheroine.)

“I fail to see how you are making this situation any better, Mr. Blood,” Dumbledore said, with the air of someone who clearly was expecting a fight. Harry, having a decent idea of the kind of person that Jason had slipped into being over the years, wondered what exactly had happened.

Probably it involved fire.

and hear the voiceless (clock don’t stop, full Rhaenys fic, I finally have a proper plot!)

“You know that tumblr post about the coffee that helped the poster completely rewrite a paper but they ended up speaking to the blinds in Spanish?” Rhaenys said, biting her lip. “That didn’t happen, but we still call the damn thing Wonderland coffee. Also, Myri never stopped teasing me about having learned ancient Greek. Apparently I was giving off minor prophecies for a week… passed my Arthurian Lit and History of Byzantine Art papers, though.

the fic... we can blame on Niamh because she said it sounded funny, I’m basically doing an Elia Martell x Tony Stark crossover romcom in the style of Jenny Crusie, with zany hijnx and kids causing trouble and Rhaegar being an idiot.

Elia snorted into her tissue, trying not to laugh a blood clot out of her nose. Fainting or oozing out a large gelatinous mass of blood would just match perfectly with the day she was having, but she refused to allow Murphy’s law that additional bit of satisfaction.

All Our Pretty Songs- A Rhaenys x Sirius fic set in Little Earthquake, about love between the lines

“I’m so glad you understand that,” she said. “I was rather afraid the past twelve years had scrambled your wits, and that would have been a waste.”

“You know, I did spend the past twelve years having dementors play with my brains,” he said, thoughtfully. “This could be considered mean.”

Kindle Fire With Snow- Sequel to Talk To Me, about Aegon and Sansa’s wedding through family POV

And when Sansa had been too guilty and too Sansa-like to do anything more than sit there in the face of her parents’ disapproving faces, Arya had been the one to snarkily point out that at least Sansa had told them about him before she got married.