#solinh fanfiction

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

my favourite sapphics:

clarke + raven (the 100)

zoya + alina (the grisha trilogy)

morgana + gwen (merlin)

buffy x kendra (buffy the vampire slayer)

inej + linnea (six of crows)

rhaenyra + laena (house of the dragon)

nancy x robin (stranger things)

[littlemissneverseen]

Okay, so some time ago I wrote a solinh fanfic in french, and I thought I'd translate (and completely rewrite it) for the free day of @solinhweek.

(Please keep in mind I am not a native English speaker. I apologize in advance for any sentence worded weirdly or anything that doesn't seem right in English. It is also a bit purple-prosy and kinda cringe, so keep away if you don't like that.)

Anyways, here you go!

Falling rain - A solinh fanfiction

Pairing: Solinh (Sophie Foster x Linh Song) Genre: Angst Word count (Prologue & Chapter 1): Content warnings: Mentions of war, death, ... (let me know if I should add anything) Other: Established relationship, happens after canon events (they're both in their twenties)

Prologue "Good night," I whisper, without really believing it. But she deserves to hear those words, to see that she's safe. As safe as she can be, at least. Because I know that behind her closed eyelids and soft smile, behind her angelic face, the worst demons are tormenting her. War never left us. Not really. The memories always remain, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a good time to come back and haunt us. They're there when I end up in tears, remembering those I have lost and hating myself for surviving, for not having fought harder so they could be by my side. They're there when I wake up in the middle of the night scared not to find another person by my side. Scared that they took her too. They're there when I see a shadow in the calm of the night or reflections in the sunlight, a reminder of the electric glow of force fields. And I wonder if it will all start again. War beat me up, tortured me. And its grip never relaxed. They already took so much and can't wait to rip everything away from me again. I try to forget. But I see them everywhere. In a strand of blonde hair. The glow of a flame. A stretching shadow. In her eyes, filled with regrets and sorrows I know I will never be able to make her forget. In her tired and pale face. War never left us. Not really. The demons just managed to bury themselves deep within us. They make us regret, doubt. Why should I deserve to be happy if others cannot even be anymore? Sometimes, I let myself forget, for just a few moments. But panic always comes creeping back A call to order, a reminder of the haunting. It never ceases to whisper into my ear, it's breath on my neck. Everything is your fault. You could have saved them. You failed. And nothing you cherish will escape my claws. And often, I want to believe it.

Chapter 1 In the room's darkness, a figure carefully got up from the bed where she had been lying and turned on a light, casting a soft light onto the room and revealing photos ornating its walls. She approached a window and opened it with a slow and careful gesture. For a few instants, the young woman gazed outside, enjoying the silence of the night before leaning over the window sill to breathe in the soft scent the rain had left behind. The light raindrops were still falling, losing themselves in strands of Linh's hair, leaving her hair gorged with water and sticking to her face. Silently, she moved away from the window, closing it gently. She left the room, pausing only to replace the bed sheets over her sleeping partner. At that moment, the bed seemed like an island lost in the middle of a storm, like a shelter where you could curl up, keep warm, and ignore the raging storm outside. She drew a shaky breath, she needed to get out. "Sleep well," she murmured on her way out. She would have liked to say so much more. She would have liked to whisper all the words she never dared to speak. She would have liked to confide, to finally open up. She could have. She did nothing of it. Linh liked to think of herself as a flower, waiting for the perfect moment to bloom. But each passing day felt like another in an endless winter, spring seeming further and further away, the warmth of the sun's beam slipping further away from her grasp. So she stepped away, regretting everything she hadn't been able to say, every word that had stayed thought, every scream that had stayed whisper. She delicately closed the door y, adding another wall between her and Sophie. Another hurdle to overcome. An ocean between two worlds. She almost wished to make a sound, to wake Sophie from her slumber. Maybe then she'd finally confess her truth. Maybe then she'd share her sorrows and pain. Perhaps then she'd finally blossom. On her tiptoes, Linh descended the stairs, shivering at the contact with the cold tiled floor, which seemed like frozen blades sinking into her skin. She shook her head to get rid of the morbid image. It was only the floor. Only the cold, cold floor. She walked out, naked feet against damp grass. There, she felt the raindrops against her skin. The soft breeze of the wind. She turned, expecting to see some sort of danger, a monster from her worst nightmares. She saw nothing. It was only a breeze. Only the cold of the night. Only herself, in the menacing darkness, too familiar to be a true friend. But she was never really alone.

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Please let me know if you liked it, I haven't written much in English and would appreciate the feedback.

If I don't change my mind and decide I hate this fic, I should upload the rest soon.

[cowboypossume]

The Spinning Rhythm of Rain

Pairing: romantic Sophie x Linh

Trigger Warnings: lighting, thunder, kissing, side character having a small ptsd flashback (it’s not too bad, just implied and it doesn’t get too serious, but please read at your own risk 💛), mention of food, and let me know if i missed anything!

Summary: Sophie and Linh are walking in the rain after a day spent together

Playlist: here!! <3

Word Count: 1186

AO3 link: here !!

Dedication: this is my submission for the @solinh-week’s day three prompt: fluff !!!

now onto the fic :D !!

There was a specific feeling pushing itself through the light wind slightly messing up Sophie’s high ponytail. It couldn’t be attached to anything scientific, but without looking at the darkened clouds from the leaves of trees fresh with the color of spring, they knew it was going to start raining soon.

Rain was rare in the lost cities, so it was something she’d nearly forgotten but still missed; the feeling the sky brought the entire time and in the moments before the rain started.

Today was one of the days she felt nostalgic for a life that felt so eerily out of place with the world they were living in, but felt too much like a home to not remember fondly.

It always left Sophie feeling confused about everything, so Linh agreed to come with them.

They were walking back to a place where elves could travel in and out of the human world at ease when Sophie felt the change of the sky.

A deep, relieved filled sigh racked her body at the feeling. Linh walked arm in arm beside her down an old street, making easy conversation. The words flowing between them were more of a grounding tool for Sophie than anything. It was light, easy, and comforting. It was Linh, the smell of rain, and an old street Sophie felt glad to remember the route of.

Then it started.

The rain drops started to drip slowly drop by drop around the two of them.

Sophie felt each one hit her skin and then fall down an unpredicted path across their arm. Lightly soaking her jacket, the rain made her feel slightly cold, but not uncomfortable.

She pulled their arm from Linh’s and made them stop walking.

A crack of thunder with a second’s flash of lightning cut off the dialogue the pair had.

The water droplets stopped too.

Sophie looked towards Linh, who had formed a protective umbrella-like shape around them from the sound. “Um?”

“Sorry just … habit, I guess.” Sophie knew faer well enough to overlook the unflinching shield piling with water and notice Linh’s hands anxiously hovering in front of faer, caught in a ghost of memory fae didn’t know how to let go of.

Linh just stood there, a slight blush rising to faer cheeks out of embarrassment, still hovering the drops around them.

“Linh, my love, we aren’t there,” Sophie closed the distance between them and started to run a hand across faer arm while she spoke. It was only a small gesture, but Linh didn’t have a lot of ways to shut faer mind off when fae got like this. “It’s okay. You can relax here.”

“Right, yeah.” Slowly the rain that’d formed an umbrella around them fell into little droplets.

Then the droplets from before came back. Sophie laced her fingers into Linh’s.

The water drops were sporadically falling between their fingers and across their shoulders from their resting spot of the leaves in the tree above them and the sky. It was almost cold enough to make Sophie notice it, but for Linh’s smile that poked at the corners of faer lips.

“I’ve never done this before.” Linh stated, averting her gaze and looking at a squirrel hiding in the tree.

“Hmm?”

“Stood in the rain. I’ve never stood in the rain with someone, myself included.”

“Really?”

“Nope. It never happened where Tam and I lived, and the lost cities don’t really get it.”

An only-half-mocking gasp escaped Sophie.

“Well then, you have to get the full experience.” They released their hand from Linh’s grip and extravagantly bowed with an arm extended so Lihn would take it.

“What are you doing?” The sarcastic eyebrow raised nearly spoke by itself with that tone.

“Let’s dance.” Sophie felt their grin widening.

A genuine chuckle racked Lihn’s stomach while faer shoulders relaxed slightly at the movements.

“You want to dance? The same person that fell down in the school hallway because they thought sliding around a tiled ramp in socks 8 times at full speed was a good idea? When it’s pouring rain and we’re standing on concrete?”

“Yep. We’re going to dance.” Sophie pushed her proffered hand out even more towards Linh.

“Okay! As long as you know the risks going into it.” Lihn smiled widely as she took Sophie’s hand in faers.

Sophie straightened and let their hands fall between them. Three drops touched their fingers.

“Any requests on what to do?”

“You’re the one that insisted we do this, you come up with something.”

Sophie used their joined hands to pull Linh closer. A mischievous grin went to their lips as she looked up at Linh and asked, “you wanna spin?”

Sophie could smell the peppermint from the tea Linh had a few minutes ago when Linh replied “Obviously I do.”

Lihn walked to a spot where each of their arms were fully extended, hands still together, and the world slowed down.

Sophie put up her arm and Lihn hesitantly made a circle with faer feet below it. The wind and rain paused for a moment while Linh’s long hair spun out, creating a whimsical bubble around faer like a silver dress would have. She saw each step Linh took, and knew when she to lower and raise their arm accordingly. Although fae’d only done half a spin so far, Lihn grinned sheepishly at the puddle splashing beneath faer feet.

When faer feet stopped, Linh was face to face with Sophie, clearly a little dizzy.

After a moment of just grinning at each other, Sophie took another step back and put up their arms so Linh could do it again.

With each step, Sophie could feel the grin on their checks widening as Linh’s did. The water framed the scene perfectly, and Linh’s relaxed posture made faer the perfect model for the spotlight.

This time when Lihn’s movie-worthy twirl stopped and Sophie could smell the mint, they put her weight on the tips of her toes and kissed Linh.

The wind lightly picked up around them, Sophie felt a raindrop hit their eyelid, and a dog started barking somewhere nearby, but neither of them cared. It was a soft kiss they could share in a private enough place.

It was a moment that was theirs to share, and a crack of thunder split them up again.

“Is that all the dancing we’re going to do?” There was almost a longing to Linh’s voice.

“Only if you want it to be.”

“I hate to break it to you, but two spins don’t count as a dance, Sunflower.”

“Guess we have to stay a bit longer, then.” Sophie took Linh’s hand in hers and put their other one on faer waist.

“I guess we do,” Linh said, resting faer head on Sophie’s shoulder.

For as long as the storm above them kept bringing down rain, the two of them found themselves spinning to the rhythm of it, not noticing or minding how wet their clothes had gotten.

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thank you for reading !!

taglist for when i randomly decide to write: @brilliantblindinglights @impostertamsong @a-lonely-tatertot @dragonwinnie-kotlc @enbies-and-felonies @cloudiivity @cadence-talle and let me know if you want to be added or removed <3

[everysongineverykey]

a solinh fic yaaay

There was paint everywhere.

There was always paint everywhere, back when Linh was a child- she remembers tracing the wet brush along the canvas, leaving an indistinct line of black, or red, or green, and flicking it over and over at the board, making little dots and splatters, and when she was done, the result was always the same- the canvas no longer showed a single white spot, covered completely in patterns and lines and splattered paint of every color of the rainbow.

Linh remembers showing them proudly to her mother, who would hang them up in the studio for all to see, but who would never give her daughter a single congratulatory remark other than “good job”.

And in some of these memories, she can almost make out the gentle melody of one of her parents’ songs floating in the air around her, serenading her, as if to congratulate her for what she had done- what she had created.

Tam was never very artistic- whenever their parents tried to shove a paintbrush into his hand, he’d either chew on it or stick it in his ear, no matter his age. But Linh- now there was potential.

Linh loved painting. She loved the feeling of being able to create- to get lost in her own little world for a time and then reemerge with something that could impact peoples’ feelings. But it was more than that- while Linh painted, she could forget, just a little, that she was Song.

When she painted, she wasn’t The Girl of Many Floods, or the weird identical twin- she wasn’t Linh Song, she was just Linh the painter, Linh the artist. And that was all she needed.

And for a long time, it worked- when her parents berated her, or when there was drama, she would shut herself into her room and rediscover what it meant to be free.

And then, one day, Linh’s parents announced to her that they were sending her to Exilium.

And at Exilium, the painting trick didn’t work.

For a start, she didn’t have anything to paint with at Exilium- just her finger and the sand. But more than that, there were the stares.

No one ever spoke to her, but she could see their pointed glances even under their heavy cloaks- the cloaks she was glad for, because then, no one could see her cry. Whenever she tried to doodle in the sand and escape off into the world in which she was no one but Linh, the glaring and whispering always kept her above water. Tam glared right back at them, but it was no use. The magic trick stopped working- the illusion had fallen, and Linh was forced to face the bleak reality of life.

She’d given up on that little world- and then, Sophie.

Ah, Sophie. The Moonlark. The brown-eyed, poly-abilitied enigma that stumbled into Linh’s life one fateful day and changed it forever.

When Linh first saw Sophie without her cloak, she looked like a work of art. The slightly frazzled golden hair that shone even in the night, the brown eyes that stood out like no other color, the curious, empathetic smile that made Linh’s heart flutter. And from then on, they were companions- they brought out the best in each other even when everything looked bad, they pined for each other from afar, and Sophie’s smile still looked like a carefully crafted painting.

Linh was seventeen the first time she kissed Sophie, but sixteen the first time she sketched her.

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon just like any other- class had just ended, and Sophie and Linh were sitting on a bench in the courtyard swapping astronomy notes. The stars weren’t out yet, but they’d have opportunities to stargaze together in the future- opportunities that they would no doubt take advantage of.

Sophie was looking dazzling as always, wearing a dark blue tunic and black leggings with a red cape that genuinely made her look like a human superhero. Linh had just finished braiding their hair into crown braids.

Linh was feeling particularly laid-back that afternoon, and while Sophie prattled on about her annoying new mentor, the hydrokinetic quietly began to trace her pencil along the pages of her notebook, stealing glances at Sophie all the while, and let it move in the shape of the moonlark’s head, then her torso, then the rest of her.

Before Linh knew it, she was back in that little world of hers- after so many years, it was wonderful to revisit it, and she stayed in it for the next five minutes, doodling and being Linh, before Sophie looked over and saw what she was drawing.

Coincidentally, that day was also the day the two started dating.

And when they kissed for the first time a year later, one hot June night under the stars, Sophie’s lips actually tasted like art- they tasted like creativity, and passion, and fierce emotion, and love.

Because truthfully, in Linh’s opinion, Sophie Foster always was a masterpiece- and Sophie thought the exact same of her Linh.

[song-tam]

Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz Suffering from Hanahaki Disease

A/N: I just love making my characters suffer, don’t I... but it’s okay, suffering characters are wonderful things. I never thought I could do angsty headcanons, but well, here we are! And, also, this isn’t ship-specific, so you can imagine whatever character you want for these guys to be pining over.

Warnings: Hanahaki, coughing/hacking/throwing up (flowers), death, mentions of dying, mentions of surgery, just full out angst, I think that’s it but let me know if there’s anything else I should tag

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s throat will fill up with flower, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals, (sometimes even the flowers). One of the only ways for the disease to ‘disappear’ is if, the said person returns the feeling (it can’t be resolved with friendship, it has to be genuine feelings of love). The infection can also be removed through surgery, though the feelings disappear along with the petals.

~Sophie Foster~

Sophie had no idea what was happening when it happened

After growing up with humans

She didn’t really know much about elven diseases (shh let’s pretend hanahaki’s an elf thing)

So she was very confused when she started coughing up petals 

Maybe something the gnomes had fed her was causing this?

Edaline walked in on her hacking up petals and went pale

Not her daughter, it couldn’t be

But it was 

Sophie started panicking when she noticed Eda holding back tears

And Edaline quickly explained what Hanahaki was

Oh boy was Sophie freaking out then

It was an absolute mess

Edaline and Grady told her about the surgery she could do

It would remove the petals from her lungs and save her

But it would also remove Sophie’s feelings, make her go numb

Sophie accepted

Because it was clear that they’d never love her back anyway

~Keefe Sencen~

Keefe had never really thought he’d ever have Hanahaki

To be honest, he didn’t believe in love 

Not after watching his parents being so distant with each other

And watching them be so cruel to him, his son

So maybe he’d date a few people 

But it would never be anything serious 

Until he met them

He just kept falling harder and harder for them

Keefe knew it was a risky game 

He should’ve shoved them out of his life when he realized he loved them

But he was reckless and weak and couldn’t let them go

And now he was alone in his room, hacking up flowers, their favorite flower

Keefe debated hailing Elwin, maybe he could get the surgery

But he decided against it 

He was still weak and he didn’t want to let go of his feelings 

“I wasn’t worthy of their love anyway.”

Keefe just laid on his bed, coughing flowers, until his last dying breath

~Fitz Vacker~

Fitz had never paid much attention to Hanahaki

In his opinion, the whole idea was bullshit 

Like, what? Why would you fall for someone who didn’t love you too? Was that possible?

Well, it was, and now he’d fallen for a person who thought of him as a friend 

Fitz was paying the price for his stupid feelings 

It had started when he was eating breakfast with Biana 

In the middle of his food he suddenly was hacking up hydrangeas

Biana shrieked and the gnomes and bodyguards came running

His sister was sobbing and Grizel was trying to stay calm and Woltzer was hailing Elwin and everything was just a blur

He’d do the treatment, he decided

Even if it meant he’d be numb

Love wasn’t worth dying for, no matter what anyone said

Taglist: @stardustanddaffodils @dreaminq-out-loud @sunset-telepath @summer-waves9764 @jenniecrushed @jaxtheshade  @real-smooth@scribblesnsketches05 @the-sky-isnt-blueee@spreadyourwingsandfly @cadence-talle @linhamon2 @xonar-verse @an-absolute-travesty @hershis-kotlc @turquoise-skyyyy @blxckh0les42 @completekeefitztrash @gay-paladin-of-etheria  @a-legendary-love-story @the-angel-of-all-storms @bluemallowmelt @bianavacker-is-bi-as-hell @beautifulnightsahead @you-burned-my-bridges @princess-of-the-pages 

[tamsong]

love letter from a loose cannon

ship: sophie/linh

rating: T 

word count: 640

tags: pining, epistolary, angst, extended metaphors.

notes: i’ve had this in my drafts for like a month, and i figured i might as well finish it. this is optional, but if you want extra spice, read this while listening to “sweet hibiscus tea” by penelope scott

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december 21, 20xx

dear linh hai song,

i never thought myself a hero.

once, i was an outcast. the side character, the one who exists to make an example. 

i was smart and talented, that’s not wrong. i was interesting enough, three-dimensional enough to matter in the overall tale, but back then i never did anything really powerful with it. if a hero ever met me back when i was twelve and struggling with telepathy, perhaps a young and inexperienced hero who needed a push in the right direction, they might be impressed. even seek to be my friend. but as they grew stronger and more confident, they would start to spot every crack in my emotions. they’d identify what went wrong with me, how i failed the world and vice versa, and vow to not turn out the same. 

i wouldn’t have blamed them for that, and i’m still not totally convinced i’ve grown out of that stage.

i still am an outcast, just in a different way these days. when i learned the truth about who i was, so much power was placed in my unwilling hands. five abilities, when more than two is unheard of? i think i was destined to never belong anywhere. 

the council, the black swan, the neverseen, anyone who has anything to say is afraid of me. they think i’m going to to tear down their precious world, and the more they say it, the more i want to. but i haven’t the faintest idea how i would do it. i haven’t had the time to figure out how to stop being an accident and start being a purpose. 

i admire you more than you’ll ever know. you’re more beautiful than all the crystal castles in eternalia, so relentlessly kind when the world’s given you no reason to be, and in control of your own life when you once had none. you’re the protagonist anyone would aspire to be. i may be the moonlark, but if anyone’s going to end the war and bring us all to safety, it’ll be you, like water brings life.

you’ll succeed, and our world will love you just like i do. they’ll regret that they ever banished you. you’re a treasure, linh, you truly are.

but me? i don’t know if i’ll ever reach my happy ending. those are for stories, the kind i used to obsess over when i thought myself young and innocent. in another life i might be a story like that, a child’s fairy tale or adventure saga with threads that must be tied up. but i am no mere piece of fabric or words- i am real enough for my body to writhe in pain and tremble with tenderness.

i don’t need a happy ending, right now, and maybe i was never built to have one. but i would like to feel okay again, and i don’t think that’s too much to ask.

dear hero, you make me feel okay.

love, 

sophie elizabeth foster

p.s. it’s likely you’ll never read this letter. i’ll never be brave enough to give it to you to your face, but i’m hiding it in this box under calla’s panakes tree and letting fate decide. the chances of you finding it are small, but who knows? i’ll check on it in a week.

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december 28, 20xx

dear sophie,

meet me by the cliffs tonight at sunset. i think we have some things to talk about.

xx,

linh

p.s. you said it yourself, this world is no story. so i am no hero, and you are no dark horse. aren’t we all more valuable than that? so who says we can’t have a happy ending, because i think we deserve one after all the trouble we’ve endured.

p.p.s. i think keefe’s fatalism is rubbing off on you.

[suldreen-saga]

KotLC fanfic writers masterlist

this is a list of the writers we have in this amazing fandom (listed by tumblr url but if you click on the individual names it will bring up the platform they are most active on)! they all deserve recognition for their writing because I’m sure they are all very passionate about it!! so make sure to check them out~♥

awkwardgaybean | fluff, chapter fics, Sophiana, Marellinh

bonelessbooks | fluff, oneshots, drabbles, Sokeefe, Dexiana, Tiana, Gradaline

brilliantblindinglights | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, Sokeefe, Solinh, Kam

bronte-deserves-better | angst, oneshots, Pyren brothers au

eating-mooncakes | fluff, angst, oneshots, chapter fics, continuation fics, Sophitz, Sokeefe, Linx, Destina

ellas-enchanted | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, drabbles, Sokeefe, Sokeefitz, Keefitz, Kam, Tiana, Marellinh

evelynhasoceanmagic | adventure, chapter fics, OCs

everyonehasthoughts | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, Kam, Detz, (wattpad)

fantasygirl9016 | angst, oneshots, chapter fics, Sophitz, Kam

imaramennoodle | fluff, chapter fics, Sokeefe, soulmate au

iwannacustardburst | horror, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots

keeper-of-the-lost-queers | fluff, oneshots, chapter fics, crack fic

lesbilynnette | fluff, hurt/comfort. oneshots, chapter fics, Detz, Marellinh

linhamon-roll | fluff, hurt/comfort, oneshots, chapter fics, Kam, Solinh, Solinhiana

mallowmelting | oneshots, continuation fics, Song twins, Solinh

marellinh-rights | fluff, oneshots, drabbles, Sokeefe, Sokeefitz, Solinh, Sophiana, Solinhiana, Kam, Linhiana, Marellinh

misty-120 | fluff, angst, chapter fics, chatfic, Sokeefe, Sophiana, Kam, Detz, Marellinh

mossrings | hurt/comfort, oneshots, chapter fics, Sokeefe, Solinh, Solinhiana, Tiana, Linhiana

mostlymiyu | fluff, oneshots, chapter fics, Sokeefe, Sokeefitz, Kam, (wattpad)

ravs6709 | fluff, chapter fics, reaction fics, Keefex, Marellinh

silveny-dreams | fluff, oneshots, Sokeefe, Detz, cowboy au

silver-snow | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, chapter fics, Sophiana, Marellinh

siocynder |  mystery, chapter fics, Detz

sophies-earbuds | fluff, oneshots, Sokeefe

starsofatlantis |  fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, chapter fics, Sophitz, Dexiana

Stellarlune123 | fluff, action, chapter fics, Keeper 9 prediction

suldreen-saga | fluff, angst, oneshots, Sokeefe

teatimewithella | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, multishipper

theunmappedstar | fluff, angst, chapter fics, oneshots, Sophitz, Sokeefe

three-gulons-in-a-trenchcoat | fluff, oneshots, chapter fics, Sokeefe

ultralazycreatorfan | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, chapter fics, drabbles, Keefex, Kam

we-have-no-bananas-today | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, chapter fics, Sokeefe, Solinh, Keefex

when-all-hope-feels-lost | fluff, oneshots, Sophitz, Sokeefe, Dexiana, wholesome

Other (non-Keeper)

bbyremmylupin | fluff, angst, oneshots, chapter fics, drabbles, Star Wars

brilliantblindinglights | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots, hopeful and open-ended

crumpledwitchfeet | horror, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshots

fanartofthelostcities | oneshots, multi-fandom, (AO3)

ladystinaheks | romance, historical, chapter fics

maka-tsubaki | fluff, angst, oneshots, chapter fics,  Soul Eater

[marellinhs]

Rainfall

Secret Santa present for @loki-the-trikster-god! Merry Christmas friend! I’m afraid you deserve better, but you were stuck with me (lmao) so I did my best! I hope you have a lovely holiday season🖤

Summary: Sophie & Linh watch the rainstorm. Everything’s Okay AU. Pointless fluff.

TWs: none that I can think of

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“Sophie! Sophie!”

Sophie jerked back from her chair, where she had been listlessly doodling in on the side of her paper. Slamming the door open with a crash, Linh rushed in, laughing.

“Sophie! It’s raining! We’re going outside!” She yelled, grabbing her friend’s hands and running. Sophie quickly adjusted and ran behind her, still holding her hand. The smile on Linh’s face was just too pretty and contagious, and soon Sophie was laughing too.

Reaching the door, Linh threw it open and ran to the middle of the yard, throwing her head and arms back, her wild laughter calming to a sweet smile, still holding Sophie’s hand. Staring at the dove-grey sky, raindrops falling gently onto her face and hair, looking entirely at peace, she looked like some sort of rain goddess.

Sophie tried to concentrate on the rain too, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Linh, or distract herself from the fact that they were still holding hands. It was perfect.

Thunder started rumbling, and Linh turned towards Sophie, giggling again. While it was by no means the first time Sophie had heard her laugh, it was still disarming, she sounded so adorable and sweet.

After ten seconds of Sophie trying to pull herself together and concentrate, she finally stammered out, “We should come back inside, just to stay safe.”

Linh simply laughed at her in response. “Why? The rain and thunder aren’t going to hurt us!”

Sophie knew she should try to protest, but she couldn’t find it in her. She didn’t want to leave the rain, where Linh looked happier than she had in weeks. So, she shifted closer to Linh, leaning against her. As a response, Linh squeezed her hand, which took Sophie a whole ten seconds to recover from. She could feel her cheeks turning to pink, desperately hoping Linh wouldn’t take notice.

She felt… content. Leaning against Linh, feeling the thick raindrops fall onto her skin, watching the sky darken, it felt like there was nothing she had to worry about.

“Sophie? Linh? Come inside!” Edaline’s voice called to them.

Their eyes widened, and they started laughing uncontrollably. Linh was doubled over, gasping for air, and tears were streaming out of Sophie’s eyes.

“Sorry, Edaline!” Linh yelled in reply, still laughing wildly. After snatching Sophie’s hand again, the two ran back inside, water splashing onto their legs from the puddles they stepped in. As they returned to Sophie’s room, water dripped from their hair and shoes and clothing, making puddles Edaline probably wasn’t going to be overjoyed about.

“Here, you borrow some of my clothes.” Sophie handed her a comfortable pale blue tunic with grey leggings she thought would likely fit Linh. She couldn’t let her stand around in her sopping wet dress. However, it appeared that the clothes were a little bit too big, and when Linh came back with too-long sleeves and baggy pants, Sophie had to start staring out of the window to prevent herself from staring and worsening the blush she felt burning on her cheeks. Upon seeing her staring out the window, Linh snatched a blanket from Sophie’s bed, wrapped half of it around her, sat on the window seat, and gestured Sophie over with her free hand.

“Come on, we’ll watch the rain together.” She invited, a gentle smile on her pale pink lips, and Sophie was helpless to do anything but. She curled against Linh’s side, the other half of the blanket draped across her, and stared out the window. As hard as she tried to distract herself, it was easier to stare at Linh’s reflection in the glass, hoping that Linh was too captivated by the rainfall to notice.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, the harsh storm gentled to a quiet drizzle, the sun set from behind the clouds and the sky darkened, the clouds dispersed until the stars were visible and moonlight streamed through the large window, and the two girls sat in comfortable silence. Flori, having spotted the two girls coming in from the rain together, had made them tea, and now their empty mugs sat on the window seat with them. Linh had fallen asleep, her chest slowly rising and falling, a soft smile still present on her face, black-and-silver hair hanging in her face.

Sophie was in love. In love with a girl built from hurricanes and tidal waves, but also of gentle raindrops and drops of stardust. She chuckled quietly to herself at how cheesy her water metaphors were.

Nevertheless, she was in love with Linh. She loved her freckles, her silvery eyes, her pink cheeks, her laugh, whether it was a quiet giggle or wild laughter, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the jokes she cracked. Sophie was shaken at how sweet and kind she always stayed, even after she had been through hell. She was so courageous and strong, and Sophie loved her so much.

Her train of thought was abruptly halted as Linh’s Imparter made a noise and her eyes flew open, Sophie falling off the seat in alarm. Snickering at Sophie’s ungraceful position, Linh said, “Accept.”

The screen lit up with Tam’s face. “When are you coming home? Tiergan’s starting to get worried.” Irritation and concern were mixed in his voice.

“Oh, shoot,” Linh sighed, checking the time. “I lost track of time. I’m coming home now.”

“Alright. Be careful.” The screen went black, leaving the room in darkness.

Sophie frowned in disappointment. Of course, she knew her friend would have to leave eventually, but she was still saddened by it.

Linh yawned, loudly. “Well, goodbye Sophie. It was really nice to spend time with you.” She whispered. If the room wasn’t entirely dark, Sophie would’ve seen Linh’s cheeks were a delicate shade of pink, matching her own. Linh hesitated for a second, then leaned forward and kissed Sophie on the cheek, before pointing her pathfinder into the beam of moonlight and disappearing.

So, yes, Sophie was very much in love.

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bonus solinh moodboard i made 🖤🖤

[kaeleetheselkie-blog]

A short Solinh Fic

Sophie sighed dreamily, completely blocking out the useless droning of her Elvin History mentor. Usually she was diligent, really. But this was the only session she had with this… this angel. She chuckled softly, knowing that only she would even understand the human compliment in the lost cities. It was true though, Linh was and always had been such an ethereal being, not just in appearance but in character. Her kindness, her gentleness, her humility, her impossibly considerate nature- not to mention she was perhaps the most talented hydrokinetic of her generation. Sophie sighed again, the girl’s long hair had been gathered into a large bun at the top of her head, that fell loose in feathery strands around her face. Sophie’s heart skipped a beat as the angel tucked a thin tendril behind her ear. Linh was absolutely, positively, indisputably the most beautiful thing that ever graced this green earth. Yeah, Sophie was whipped. Something that the freckled boy sitting next to her knew very well, and thus made fun of her for perpetually. “Soph! You’re drooling again!” He whispered in her ear. “I am?” She gasped snapping out of her daze and frantically wiping her mouth. “I am not!” She realized, and slapped his shoulder. Dex only snickered. “I’ll get you back for that!” She told him, pouting. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever.” He replied, dimples still visible on his now rather chiseled features. Something that the girls at school hadn’t failed to notice, he got as many crush cuffs as Fitz and Keefe these days. Sophie had teased him mercilessly about it for months. She couldn’t help feeling proud of her best friend, though. She felt like the crazy mom screaming for her son at a little league baseball game. “Seriously.” Sophie said, a blush already forming on her face. “Wow. That’s impressive. Even Wonderboy made you blush this much.” He snickered. Sophie punched him. “Sure he did.” Sophie said defensively. But she knew it was true. She loved her gorgeous cognate like a brother, but he didn’t have anything on her angel. “Mr. Diznee! Ms. Foster! Do you have something you’d like to share with the class?” The mentor snapped, annoyedly. The prodigies in question jumped. “N-no, sir.” Sophie managed. Great, now Linh was looking at her, she didn’t care what Elwin told her about the infinite nature of the Elvin lifespan, she could feel herself aging faster. “Then could either of you tell me how this particular event we were speaking of, before you so rudely interrupted, helped to shape the world we know today?” Sophie did more than that, actually, she recited about five textbook paragraphs-worth of information before concluding the speech with an eloquent thesis. Dex smirked throughout the entire spoken essay. Sophie didn’t really want to know what Linh was doing. “A-alright, then. Y-you heard her class, she’s obviously studied very well.” The mentor said, baffled. Sophie was surprised any of her mentors tried to catch her off guard any more. She had reached the level of know-it-all-ness that she had maintained in the Forbidden Cities, and that was saying something.

A scoff sounded throughout the lecture hall; Stina. “More like she memorized the entirety of the subject matter. Sir, this is outrageous. Why is she even here? She already knows everything!” Despite having gotten more accustomed to Stina’s ways, the way the bully said “everything,” made her blood boil. Stina was still so childish, and it got on Sophie’s nerves. “ ‘Outrageous’ is a bit of an exaggeration don’t you think?” The voice sent fire shooting through Sophie’s veins. It was Linh, it was her angel coming to her rescue. “Sophie may retain information in such a way that makes the rest of us look like idiots, but that’s beyond her control. It’s not like she’s being arrogant,” she sent a pointed look to Stina, “she didn’t even do anything wrong.” Sophie’s heart glowed, or that might of been her face catching fire. Either way, she felt her love for the angel swell in her chest like an ocean. “Besides,” Linh continued, “from what I understand, Sophie’s always been an exception, you'd think you’d’ve gotten used to it by now.” The euphoria ended immediately. “Exception”. Sophie felt her face catch fire for a whole new reason. She was an “exception” to Linh. She felt tears prick at her eyes, why did she ever think Linh would be different? She saw her like everyone else did; like an exception, like the ‘moonlark’, like a freak. Even her cognate, even her best friends saw her that way- even Edaline and Grady. Always saying how proud they were of her, or joking about how they “saved her ass that one time”- she had become like the golden statues in the Goblin capital- unmoving and glimmering on a pedestal. It was humiliating, and that made her angry. “On the contrary,” Sophie shot up out of her seat, “the council’s given me a number of cases to work on- my cognate and I are also expected to perform a healing later tonight. I feel this time could be more well spent if I could work on those, sir.” “You don’t expect him to just let you waltz out of class, do you?” Stina sneered. “I was simply contributing to a conversation directly concerning myself. I think that’s justified. I don’t claim to be privy to my mentor’s thoughts, Stina, as I know you wouldn’t either.” She couldn’t help but think she’d started sounding too much like Alden. Stina only glared at her in silence. “I s-suppose as a ‘junior keeper’, or whatever it is they call you and your lot now… you would have extra responsibilities. Perhaps I should let you use this time more efficiently. You are the moonlark after all.” Sophie resisted the urge to wince at her pseudonym. “Very well, Ms. Foster. Go work on your projects somewhere close to the lecture hall where you won’t disturb the other sessions.” 

The mentor’s smile was friendly, but Sophie couldn’t bring herself to care. She let out a clipped, “Thank you, sir,” and began to gather her supplies. Dex gave her a concerned look, but it only earned him a “See you,” before she turned and walked purposefully out into the hallway. A few minutes later she was crying in the garden outside the silver tower. She felt pathetic. She shouldn’t still be crying over this, she’d always been a freak. Always. Lost cities or not. Why hadn’t she hardened herself against it yet? Why? Why did it still have to hurt so much? And then she realized, it wasn’t being called a freak it was being called a freak by Linh. Linh had full dominion over her, and she still couldn’t bring herself to hate it. So all she could do was cry, as hard as she had when she had first come here. And then… it got worse. So, so infinitely worse. “Sophie?” The girl in question nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of that voice. “L-linh…” The moonlark couldn’t even bring herself to look her angel in the face. “S-sorry… I was just…well…uh-“ “You were crying.” And there it was again. That gentleness that transcended any kind of physical attraction Sophie felt towards the hydrokenetic. That kindness, that endless compassion. Sophie’s heart ached for her angel, and it hurt so much that she was angry again. “Yeah! I was! So what? What do you have to do with it?” Sophie snapped finally reaching Linh’s eyes. And… instantly regretted it. Those eyes… those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Like silver. Like a shimmering lake in winter. Sophie couldn’t stop staring, she couldn’t even tear her eyes away and look at Linh’s nose instead like she did with Fitz. She couldn’t even blink. She could only become more and more lost in them. In their depth and sparkling emotion. “I’m sorry….” Sophie whispered. “I’m so sorry….” And she started crying again. She bawled her eyes out, and Linh, being Linh, held the precious moonlark tight to her chest. Immediately forgiving Sophie for her harsh words. ���Don’t be sorry.” The angel whispered soothingly. “You’ve done nothing to be sorry for. Nothing, nothing at all.” “Y-yes there is…” Sophie said between bouts of tears. “I-I’m sorry I’m so different. I always bring trouble with me, wherever I go. I-I’m a burden. I-Im sorry… I-I’m sorry I’m a freak, I-I’m an e-exception. I’ll always just be that. I-I’ll always just be…” “Stop!” Sophie gaped at Linh in surprise. She had barely ever heard the angel speak so angrily, even when they were fighting the Neverseen. Line sighed, her eyes full of a kind of pain Sophie couldn’t place. “Sophie, I called you an exception because I think you’re exceptional. Intelligent and courageous and wise.” Linh absent-mindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind Sophie’s ear. Sophie’s face was on fire again. “You’re a hero and a genius. You’re empathetic…and beautiful.” Here even Linh’s cheeks colored a deep pink. “S-so…you d-don’t hate me?” Sophie hiccuped. Linh just stared at her moonlark at this, something that made Sophie indescribably uncomfortable. In fact, Linh stared so long that Sophie had time to wonder vaguely if class had already ended. But this and every other thought flew out of her mind when Linh’s lips came crashing down and pressed against her own in a chaste kiss. Chaste as it was, the kiss was far from short. When Linh finally pulled away Sophie could only grin and snort and laugh giddily. And Linh, being Linh, kissed her again and again and again, until they went back to their sessions glowing from the inside.

[dizznee]

TOUCH — a solinh fanfic by mallowmelting, coming to you on this fine monday.

LINKS — ff.net | ao3 | wattpad

EXCERPT — it is as if the world has reversed its rotation while these two girls remain in place. as the earth spins away from them, they revolve around each other, each pulled toward the other by a perfect gravity. but never touching.

[three-gulons-in-a-trenchcoat]

this has watered my crops and cleared my skin.

I would be screaming but it is night time and i don’t want to wake my family up but this is amazing

👀

now that i’ve caught up on my inbox…….would anyone be interested in a fic that is literally an entire year late

[everliving-everblaze]

KotLC Writing Masterlist

Currently writing: Fitzphie coffee shop AU

Thanks for stopping by! This list is organized by category and then length, longest to shortest. My favorites have an asterisk (*) next to them.

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Originals - AO3

*Medieval AU | Mainly platonic; Fitzphie epilogue | Chaptered | 19.3k | The first book, rewritten so that it takes place in medieval times and condensed to the necessary pieces.

First Choice | Sokeefe (kind of) | Angst oneshot | 1.5k | Sophie is now matchable; Keefe finds out about her new relationship with Fitz.

Alchemy and Empathy | Destina (Dex x Stina) | Oneshot, possibly will be continued | 0.8k | Dex and Stina make a deal.

*Shatter | Platonic Sokeefe | Hurt/comfort oneshot | 0.6k | Keefe’s reaction to Sophie’s kidnapping in the first book (and her return).

*An Alicorn Keeper’s Best Friend | Fluff oneshot | 0.6k | Jurek meets Luna and Wynn for the first time.

More Than Cognates | Fitzphie | Fluff oneshot | 0.5k | Sophie confesses her feelings to Fitz. Takes place between Lodestar and Nightfall.

A Game of Best Quest | Platonic Keefitz | Fluff oneshot | 0.5k | Keefe and Fitz play base quest.

A Second Chance | Therapy oneshot | 0.4k | Fitz in therapy after the events of Exile.

True Family | Sokeefe | Fluff oneshot | 0.4k | Keefe and Sophie bake together.

Stars and Friendship | Platonic Solinh | Fluff oneshot | 0.3k | Sophie and Linh go star bottling.

A Dress to Be Remembered | Oneshot | 0.3k | Biana prepares for her first Winnnowing Gala.

The Girl | Oneshot | 0.2k | Bullhorn wonders about the girl that often comes to the Healing Center.

*Linh’s Pendant | Missing scene oneshot | 0.2k | Linh has been banished from the Lost Cities. How does she react?

Goodbye | Missing scene oneshot | 0.2k | Calla changes forms

Grief | Fitzphie (one-sided) | Angst oneshot | 0.2k | Fitz’s reaction to Sophie’s kidnapping in the first book.

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Is Base Quest Training? | Fluff oneshot | 1.1k | Some classic whole-squad base quest

Trauma Doesn’t Forget | Fitzphie | Hurt/comfort oneshot | 0.7k | Sophie struggles with nightmares, and ends up going through her scrapbook with Fitz.

I Told My Heart No | Elwin x Oralie | Oneshot | 0.6k | Oralie finds out that Elwin is Sophie’s biological father, and they begin to fall in love.

*Broken But Belonging | Dadwin | Hurt/comfort oneshot | 0.5k | Keefe snaps at Elwin and thinks he’s ruined everything, but Elwin won’t let him go that easily.

Book Date | Fitzphie | Fluff oneshot | 0.5k | Sophie and Fitz try to find each other’s new favorite book.

*Then Trust This | Fitzphie | Fluff oneshot | 0.4k | The Flashback Fitzphie kiss, uninterrupted

Lucky | Sokeefe | Fluff oneshot | 0.4k | Sokeefe with kids

Kiss or Dance | Sokeefe | Fluff oneshot | 0.4k | Keefe tries to teach Sophie to dance (but they get distracted)

Hogwarts AU | Angst oneshot | 0.4k | A little drabble of what Fitz and Sophie’s first encounter might have looked like in the setting of Harry Potter.

Aura Foster | Fitzphie | Fluff oneshot | 0.3k | Fitzphie as parents (esp. Fitz as a dad)

Christmas | Fluff oneshot | 0.3k | Sophie misses Christmas, so her friends throw her a party.

What If | Fitzphie | Fluff oneshot | 0.3k | Coffee shop AU (beginning of a longer fic)

Bake It Better | Tiana | Hurt/comfort oneshot | 0.3k | Biana and Tam baking after Tam is upset

*Let Me Go | Fitzphie | Hurt/comfort(?) oneshot | 0.24k | Sophie and Fitz get into an argument.

Council “Meeting” | Fluff oneshot | 0.23k | The Council debates snack choice instead of getting work done.

Can I Make You Mine | Fitzphie | Fluff oneshot | 0.22k | Fitzphie wedding

A Gentle Heart | Gradaline (a bit) | Fluffy and angsty oneshot | 0.2k | Opening the Havenfield sanctuary (ft. some Jolie angst)

Frosting Cookies | Dexiana | Fluff oneshot | 0.2k | Dex and Biana frost cookies together.

*What’s A Disappointment | Platonic sokeefe | Hurt/comfort | 0.19k | Sophie and Keefe as kids.

*To Hold You In My Arms Again | Fitzphie | Fluff oneshot | 0.17k | Post-Legacy; the pair meets up after a long day to spend a few moments together.

Water Flows | Poem | 0.1k | A climbing syllables ABAB poem, focused around the idea of Linh being in the Neverseen.

Bits and Pieces - Tumblr

Very short pieces, kind of “excerpts from fanfictions I will never write.” Sorted by popularity at time of creating this list.

I Promise - Sokeefe proposal (53 notes)

I Couldn’t - Fitz angst (27 notes)

I Told You - Married Sokeefe (23 notes)

*Whispers of a Promise - Fitzphie proposal (19 notes)

*Unnamed - Keefe angst (18 notes)

You Were First - Married Fitzphie (10 notes)

Unnamed - Keefe death (10 notes)

[cowboypossume]

Words Not Spoken

Pairing: queerplatonic Sophie x Linh

Trigger warnings: implied negative home life, mention of cigarette, mention of gasoline, mention in of nightmares, and let me know if anything else !

Playlist: here <3

Word count: 853

Summary: Sophie and Linh ride the bus home together.

AO3 Link: here you go lovelies 🤎

Note for @brilliantblindinglights before the fic begins: INK HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!! literally, because of you, all of this exists. you’ve made writing fanfic one of the greatest feelings in the world, plus just vibing on tumblr with you has been one heck of a great time. you’re always so sweet to me and let me scream about whatever current thing is going on in my life. you’re always there if i need you, and i love you (full homo no genous). as a treat, here’s my demigirl Sophie and neopronouned Linh fanfic i’m not allowing you to edit <3

now onto the fic :D

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Eye contact has always sat weird within Sophie’s stomach when people are talking. It’s not a bad thing just, during conversation, they couldn’t seem to focus on that.

Looking at eyes had a story being told through languages unknown by Sophie. It’s beautiful and should be appreciated, just hard to understand when the translation doesn't exist. A lot happens in them all the time and Sophie has a hard time catching everything. Even then, as Lihn was talking about something that had happened during lunch with faer friends, Sophie couldn’t tell you what faer eyes were doing to save her life.

But they didn’t need to.

Sophie noticed other things about Linh instead. Things that they could understand and interpret.

No matter how many times Sophie tried to hold faer hands, fae would untangle them for a second and use them to emphasize a point to the story. When it was a good point or something used for comedic effect, faer fingers would spread out, tilt themselves upwards, and drag the hands with them. When the point wasn’t a good one, fae would form something of a closed fist while faer nails dug deeper into faer palm. There had been an increasing amount of fists lately while Lihn had to think about going home and most kids at school. Sophie wished she could help, but Linh always insisted listening and being there was enough.

It never felt like enough, especially in moments like then when Sophie couldn’t seem to zone in on anything.

Faers left leg, casually tucked underneath theirs, shifted ever so slightly to the right when fae noticed Sophie. Linh slouched faer back and Sophie felt faers eyes focus on their face, somewhere near her eyes.

That was one of the days physical contact was a hesitant yes, so Linh gently traced faer thumb on Sophie’s without actually holding her hand.

“Hey, are you ok?” Faers thumb moved over Sophie’s knuckles so softly it almost felt accidental. “You seem really out of it. Not just right now, just in general this week.” Her lavender-dipped voice talking directly to Sophie with a hint of concern was enough to ground her something. They looked towards Linh, focusing on faer nose.

“Yea, sorry,” a slight chuckle that Linh had learned was uncomfortable filled the natural pauses of that phrase. “Long week.”

There were so many places that could lead, and Linh waited several moments to see if Sophie wanted to push further.

After the silence had followed them for too long, Lihn softly asked “do you want to vent about it?”.

Sophie tried to focus on how the criss-cross motion of Linh’s thumb felt as soothing as the lullabies Eldaline sang to subdue the horrific memories presented as dreams occurring more lately. Lihn gave them enough calmness to answer after a second too long of a pause “not particularly”.

“Okay.”

Both of them knew words spoken wouldn’t do anything, so they let the silence of the mostly empty bus fill the space around them.

They were headed back to Sohpie’s home for a sleepover that was originally supposed to be with the group, but being alone with Lihn was starting to reveal how tired she was. Around Linh she didn’t have to mask as much, so she didn’t. She didn't force herself to hold onto eye contact, they didn’t worry about being too fidgety, they didn’t overthink anything. As a result, what they were really feeling tended to be on the forefront of her mind while with Linh, and she realized how draining this week had been for her.

The bus was small, yet comfortable. If more than five people total were here, it would have felt overcrowded. The seats lining the dark brown walls weren’t big enough for ‘normal’ sized bodies, so Linh especially didn’t fit too well, and they were terribly spaced. Stained with the smell of old cigarettes, grandfather’s church cologne, and splotches of gasoline here and there, they gave no leg room or sense of personal space anywhere. Nonetheless, the bus had a weird homey feeling to it. The color scheme reminisced of an up-and-coming coffee house, and the bus driver’s toothy grin when you entered or exited added to that feeling. A clearly costume-made playlist full of indie songs would casually play through the speakers, quiet enough to not be annoying, but loud enough to be heard when conversations dulled.

“Can I hold your hand?” Lihn’s voice subtly knitted itself with a tone that let out the secret of how long fae’d been worried about asking.

Sophie laced their fingers together instead of giving a verbal answer.

A moment of awkward transition passed between the two of them where Sophie gently rested her head on Lihn’s shoulders. Squeaky bus tires and each other’s company rang with a mellifluous sound that filled the gap between their heads. Closing the distance, Linh gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead and rested faer head on top of her head.

The two of them stayed like that for as long as time allowed them to, blissful in the words not spoken.

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thank you for reading !!

taglist for when i randomly decide to write: @brilliantblindinglights, @impostertamsong, @a-lonely-tatertot, @dragonwinnie-kotlc, @enbies-and-felonies, and let me know if you wanna be added or removed <3

[everysongineverykey]

“What’s that, Sophie?”

Her thoughts interrupted by the sound of Linh’s sweet and quite welcome voice, Sophie looks up from the pages of her book and smiled at the pink-cheeked girl staring confusedly at the thing in her hands.

“This?” Sophie asks, pointing to the book.

 Linh nods. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it before. Is it a human thing?”

“As a matter of fact, it is. It’s a book. Ever heard of it? I know elven literature comes on scrolls, so…”

The hydrokinetic’s silver-blue eyes widen a little. “Oh, of course. I’ve heard about those. I’ve never seen one in real life, though… You flip the pages to read it, right?”

Sophie smiles. Linh was always one of the most endearing of her friends- and one of the loveliest, too. 

“That’s right,” she says, lowering the book a little to get a better view of her decidedly attractive friend. An idea comes to her.

“Say,” she says slowly, “have you ever read a human book before?”

Linh offers her a sad smile, shaking her head. “Even if I could’ve found one, I wouldn’t have been able to read it.”

“Oh, of course. I forgot I’m one of the only people in our friend group who knows how to read English.” They both laugh a little awkwardly.

A pause.

Then, from Linh: “What’s that one about?”

“This one? Oh, it’s a murder mystery. Murder On the Orient Express. One of my personal favorites. I don’t think you’d like it, though. It’s a little dark.”

“I’ve lived in Exilium for a long time, Sophie. I think I can handle ‘a little dark.’”

Oh god, thinks Sophie. I’ve upset her.

If Linh is upset, however, she gives little sign. After a moment or two, her face brightens, and she looks at Sophie hopefully, forcing the blonde’s cheeks to turn bright red against her will. But her next sentence is enough to distract the blush.

“Can you read it to me?”

Sophie, caught off guard, fumbles for a response. “Read it to you? Oh, um, well… what if you don’t like it?”

Linh beams. “If you like it, I’m sure I will too.” She sits down cross-legged in front of Sophie under the purple flowers of the Panakes.

“Uh… okay, then. Tell me if I’m going too fast, or too slow, or if there’s something you don’t get-”

“There’ll probably be a lot of stuff I don’t get, if it’s a human novel. But I’m sure you’ll explain it just fine!”

Sophie’s cheeks turned even redder. God, this girl was cute. She forced herself to turn her attention to the book.

The first few chapters didn’t go by very quickly, mostly because Linh interrupted several times to ask for clarification of an old expression or device, and Sophie eventually decided to drop the book and give her a full rundown of the human references that she would come across while reading, and after that, they got through a little quicker. 

At one point, though, Sophie looked up to notice that Linh was staring at her rather intensely, and dropped her head down again quickly to hide the rush of blood heading for her cheeks. As she read, all she could think about was Linh’s eyes on her, staring searchingly into her soul…

As these thoughts continued, Sophie decided that the best course of action would be to stop. She looked up.

“Hey, uh, Linh, do you think we could keep reading some other time? ‘Cause it’s getting kind of late…” 

That was a lie. It was only 4:30. Linh took the hint, though, and got up.

“Thanks for doing this, Sophie. I’ve always wondered what humans read for fun.”

“So, uh, did you like it?”

Linh considered. “Yeah,” she said after a while. “Yeah, I think I did. It was a little confusing, but I guess I’ll just have to research old human stuff until next time. And…” she took both of Sophie’s hands in hers. “Thanks again.”

Sophie, who was currently going into panic mode at the mere sensation of their fingers pressed together, smiled and stammered a quick “you’re welcome”.

As Linh raised her crystal, however, Sophie stopped thinking, and called out, “Linh?”

Linh turned to look at her again. “Yeah?”

“Do you- I mean, I- that is- um-”

Sophie cursed herself eternally.

“I just- do you know how much I love you?”

There was an excruciating pause. Then Linh smiled- a warm, genuine, touched smile- and said, “I love you too, Sophie.”

And in a glitter of light, she was gone, but the girls’ feelings for each other were not.

[ao3feed-kotlc]

Meant to Be

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2IdbX10

by moonshire

When Dex gets a letter from the council and the Matchmakers, the peaceful life he wanted was snatched away. Dex has always been considered "different", but now it was really true.

Keeper of the Lost Cities FanFiction. Characters owned by Shannon Messenger. Plot owned by m00nshire (ao3) // moonlark (quotev) // dexvolution2k18 (tumblr)

Words: 506, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Keeper of the Lost Cities

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dex Dizznee, Fitz Vacker, Sophie Foster, Linh Song, Tam Song, Keefe Sencen, Biana Vacker, Marella Redek, Mr. Forkle

Relationships: Dex Dizznee/Fitz Vacker, Detz

Additional Tags: Detz - Freeform, kotlc - Freeform, keeper of the lost cities - Freeform, gay shit gay shit, love my boys, uh yeah also maybe some solinh, Gay, kotlc gay, mlm, fitz is trans bye

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[everysongineverykey]

One Day- A Solinh Fanfic

Of course, Linh hadn’t planned to fall in love.

It had just happened. She’d come into contact with the right girl at the wrong time, that’s all. She hadn’t been able to help herself when Sophie had asked her why she cared about what happened to her, all those years ago. The words- those five little words- “I’m in love with you”- she hadn’t given them permission to fly out of her mouth like that. They just had. And really, who was she to deny her senses?

It all started that one fateful day in Atlantis.

They’d just climbed out of the dark, grimy, suffocating abyss that was Nightfall- the camp where humans were tortured and killed brutally for the shocking crime of being human. It seemed like it was over- and then, Lady Gisela had appeared, made a deal with Vespera, and used her Psionipath to breach the force fields surrounding Atlantis- the only thing protecting the inhabitants from the wine-dark, murky waters beyond where god knows what lay in wait.

And yet, somehow, it still called to Linh, every hour of every day of every year. It was her ability- she couldn’t help it. And that day, when the city started filling with water, she’d finally decided to fully embrace her power and told everyone she had an idea. But of course, her heart still leapt in its place when they’d suggested Sophie enhance her.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t wanted to. She just needed a little time to adjust to the shocking jolt of warmth that rushed through her whenever she and the brown-eyed girl shared a look, so she’d probably combust into flames if they touched. But she’d reluctantly accepted, mentally thanking Keefe for coming too so it’d be less intense, and had joined hands with the two friends. Sure enough, the warmth that she had anticipated from Sophie’s hand nearly set her heart on fire, and she’d squeaked. Linh was sure someone would make fun of her for permitting her vocal chords to make a fool of her, but Sophie had just smiled her charming, perfect smile and said, “It’s intense, isn’t it?”

Linh gave a relieved smile and nodded.

Then she’d begun gathering the water from the city and forming it into a ball. Keefe gave a confused remark, and she’d explained that she needed to get closer to the breach before shooting them up into the air, uncomfortably close to the large gap in the force field. She felt like she had everything under control until Sophie promised to help in any way she could, tightened her grip on Linh’s hand and sent another burst of warmth through her body. Great. As if the fact the Sophie was holding her hand wasn’t enough.

But still, she stuck with it and used the energy to force more water into the ball- and nearly collapsed with the weight of the water until Keefe came to her rescue with a sweeping, warm blue breeze inside her head. Relaxing as it was, though, nothing would ever calm her more than Sophie’s voice, or the way her eyes crinkled up when she laughed, or how the sun bounced off her hair and gave her the heavenly quality of an angel-

Wait.

What were these thoughts?

Now wasn’t the time to think about Sophie. And anyway, why was she thinking about Sophie?

No matter. They had a city to save. Linh kept on channeling the water into the sphere above the city, and Sophie kept sending the enhancement energy, and Keefe kept sending them both warm summer breezes, until eventually they began repeating two sacred words:

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

And it became their group chant, and they kept channeling, floating there with their eyes shut tight, repeating those two words that mattered so much now more than ever.

Until, at last, there was a humming sound from above, and Linh didn’t dare open her eyes until Keefe said the words she had been waiting for for almost ten minutes now:

“Guys, I think the Psionipaths are here.”

And then, Linh opened her eyes, and saw the silvery dome of Atlantis gradually reappear, and saw Sophie to the left of her, laughing in that perfect, musical voice of hers.

And as they slowly floated downwards, and Sophie’s laugh turned into a giggle and, later, a calm, relieved smile, Linh looked at her friend again.

This time, the world shifted a little, and the smoke in her mind and heart cleared.

 Sophie’s hair was more than blonde, it was golden.

Sophie’s eyes were more than brown, they were chocolate.

Sophie’s smile was more than charming, it was disarming, mysterious, perfect.

Sophie’s voice was more than musical, it was melodic and heavenly.

And at that moment, at least to Linh, Sophie was more than a weird girl who was raised by humans.

She was the Black Swan’s pride and glory, Project Moonlark, an angel on earth, beautiful.

In a world of hate and rejection, Linh realized, Sophie was her beacon of light, warmth, and acceptance.

The girl she loved.

This realization came just as Sophie half-collapsed into Grady’s arms, and Linh allowed herself one more look at the brown-eyed girl she now recognized as the one that might be the death of her before she herself shut her eyes and collapsed into Tam’s arms, knowing that as long as Sophie was okay, the Lost Cities were okay.

Linh was okay.

And that next morning, as she woke to a crushing hug from Tam, all she could think of was her revelation from the day before, and Atlantis, and those brown eyes like no others that had occupied most of her dreams, and, unbeknownst to her, would continue to do so for a very, very long time.

Linh had been told by her friends that kisses from the one you love were sweet, but Linh had a feeling that if and when she kissed Sophie, it would be much, much more than sweet.

Such was the story she told acquaintances whenever she was asked when she realized she had a crush on her now-wife of twenty years, and such would be the same story for at least a million more.