#this is for an au verse and mixes two different drabbles i had into one

[munadaria]

Fire. Smoke. Ash. Tears. Screams. The smell of burning flesh, wood and land. The flames licking every nook of Summerhall, growing wilder and stronger only as minutes pass. The sky taking a shade of black, orange, yellow and red; many of those gathered at the palace surely die, and those that survive the horror will never speak of it. The smoke and ashes carried by the wind make her gasp for air, her eyes become dry and irritated. Even the heat emanating from the palace is too much from the safe distance she finds herself in to deliver her first child. There’s too much pain, in her body and mind; how is she meant to enjoy the birth of her child, find that delight in holding the babe in her arms for the first time, when she must also mourn for the loss of life? The prince that was promised is meant to be born from her and Aerys’ line. Is her child meant to be that prince? For the babe is a boy, born amidst salt and smoke. Yet also like her grandfather intended, a dragon was born. One of flesh and blood, an heir to the throne…

The setting changes, finding herself in the royal gardens of King’s Landing within the Red Keep. She sees her grandchildren, all as if they are of the same age. Children of no more than five or six years old. Aegon playing with his wooden sword, just as she sits down with Rhaenys to help her only granddaughter make a lovely flower crown. Laughter fills the air, as do calls from the boy to gain her attention to watch him. Her heart swells with pride and love, her dragonlings bringing her a kind of happiness she had only felt before with her own children. But this, oh this is so much sweeter for there are no watchful eyes of a madman and freedom is hers. Her own laughter leaves her lips as Rhaenys places their finished flower crown atop her head, and in turn she tickles her and laughs with the sweet child. Ah if only happiness were long lasting and not a fleeting emotion…

She blinks, her surroundings changing for a third time. The chilling cold is what she notices first, her own arms wrap about her waist and takes notice of the thick layers of black and red clothing, clad in Targaryen colours, covering her frame. Even black gloves cover her delicate hands, the only skin remaining uncovered are her features and neck. As she walks along the beach’s shoreline snowflakes begin to fall, some catching on her hair and slowly melting away. Such an innocent gesture brings a smile to her lips, for a split second forgetting about the cold seeping into her bones. She hears her own name being called out from above, she can’t tell the figure calling out to her nor the voice yet nonetheless she leaves the beach and takes the path leading her to the keep. As she exhales she can see her own breath, as a she hears a sound akin to a roaring storm above her. For a moment, it makes her think of the storm during which her Daenerys was born. Her eyes flutter close as she takes another deep breath and...

Violet eyes opened wide, lips parted gasping for air and tears streaming down her cheekbones. It took a moment for Rhaella’s vision to adjust to her quarters in the Red Keep. A shaky hand reached up to wipe away her tears as she also took notice of the thin layer of cold sweat her skin was covered in. Peeling off the bedding from her person she stood up and padded silently towards the small table located in her chambers; she filled a goblet with water and took a series of short sips, even as her hand continued to shake. “It was only a dream.” She told herself, setting the goblet down. But it wasn’t just a simple dream, the scenes were a mixture of her own memories and something that might yet come to pass.

The first scene she remembered vividly in either a waking or sleeping moment - the tragedy of Summerhall. Over four decades later it still haunted her, and considered it a miracle she survived it along with Rhaegar; her eldest son, a babe and his life was surrounded by tragedy from the moment he came into the world.  It would be both laughable and shameful if anyone were to know of the last dragon queen’s own fear to fire. Terrified of one of the very elements and words for which her own house was known for. Simply put it was something she never spoke of and avoided to be in the presence of fire in every chance she had; and when she could not, she did her best to hide how uncomfortable she felt. Candles had become bearable over the years, as had fires lit within hearths to provide with warmth; the latter she had learned to tolerate, within safe distance, due to the crackling sound of the flames licking wood. It worked wonders for her nerves.

It didn’t help Aerys’ own obsession with fire as his champion and burning all those that opposed or were against him, or rather perceived who were against him. A fate she knew could’ve been her own if her brother and husband had discovered her support for their eldest son and heir to remove him from the throne. Up until that point Rhaella had remained faithful to her King out of fear. She was powerless and trapped in an unhappy marriage, with no one who would ever protect her, not even the Kingsguard though sworn to keep her safe and from any and all harms too - yet not from the King. There was no one she could turn to for aid and escape, she would promptly be returned and with her husband’s state of mind, she knew if she ever attempted to flee her fate would’ve been decided the moment Aerys heard of her escape. Without Rhaegar’s promise for a better future to them all, and with a plan to smuggle her to Dragonstone, she wouldn’t have dared oppose her brother.

She never felt an ounce of love for Aerys, romantic or platonic, his descend into madness only made it worse. But he loved fire, and each time he had someone killed by his pyromancers she knew what would come that night. A different kind of nightmare, again fueled by flames. It was as if she could never escape them. They had never touched her skin, never marred and marked her physically. But they touched and altered her psyche. 

Aerys, on the other hand, had left his mark on her time and time again. Even though it’s been years since he last abused her, Rhaella could still remember the bruises he left on her skin. Her hand, shaking still, reached up to touch the high point of her right cheekbone where he had left a scar that had mostly faded. And right beneath her fingertips she felt the thin scar, half an inch long. She had been lucky Aerys hadn’t managed to damage her eye with his nails long as talons, or blind her altogether. Her fingers travelled down her features to her lips, remembering the way the lower one was swollen and split, or the coppery taste in her mouth caused by her own blood. Her eyelids fluttered close, her hand fully covered her mouth to try and muffle her own sounds as she started crying anew. Her shoulders shook as she hunched over, her free arm wrapping about her stomach as she shuffled back to her bed before her legs had a chance of giving out on her.

Alone in the dark she was left with the memories of her tragic and unhappy life, at times replaying themselves on a loop over and over again especially when she closed her eyes. It was a miracle she had kept most of her sanity intact, for she clung to the happy memories like a lifeline. They were what kept her afloat, the lights of her life that she hoped and prayed to the Gods would never diminish and extinguish for she feared she would fall into a place of no return. Not the madness that plagued her family, one she kept her eyes on at all times on her children and grandchildren, but something darker. A confinement within her mind with no way out.

Minutes passed, her body slightly rocking back and forth as a means to bring herself a sense of comfort. Her sobs subsided as she started to cry quietly, eyelids closed, inhaling and exhaling through her mouth. She didn’t bother to try and dry nor wipe her tears this time, her energy was spent in recalling good and happy memories to pull herself together: Daenerys’ birth as the third and final good thing that Aerys ever gave her and being able to raise her daughter, her grandchildren providing her with reasons to fully smile and laugh, Ser Bonifer crowning her the Queen of Love and Beauty, Aerys’ death although not a happy occurrence by any means it brought a positive change into her life in which she no longer lived in fear of losing her life day after day and regained a semblance of freedom and peace.

With her mind quieter and peaceful of dark thoughts she recalled the second scene of her dream which brought a faint smile to her lips as she thought on it, the innocence of playing in the gardens with her grandchildren when they were younger. One of the few sources of happiness in her life, a balm to her wounded spirit that slowly filled her with life anew. The third and final scene both concerned and confused her in equal measure. Rhaella recognised she was in Dragonstone, wearing layers upon layers of thick clothing; snowflakes on her silver hair and the wind caressing her skin as she walked along the shore shortly before retreating into the ancestral keep.

The first rays of light entered her chambers through the windows, announcing it was dawning. If she wanted to write anything down she ought to be quick before her ladies appeared, for she had instructed them the previous eve she wanted to wake early on the next day and be ready for her. With quick steps she walked across the room to the secret spot in which she kept a journal for her dreams, and returned to the desk. The inkpot and quill were at the ready, within mere seconds scribbling away on the parchment describing as best as she remembered the final scene of her dream all while being careful to avoid staining her fingertips with the black ink. Once she finished writing, she gently blew a bit of sand to allow the ink to dry faster. As she waited, she returned to the windows to observe the sunrise. A peaceful, beautiful sight she rarely indulged herself in yet nowadays Rhaella tried to find joy in the smallest things and for that alone she would have this moment, undisturbed.

[jinxhallows]

You Are The Prototype (100 Follower Celebration Fluff - Felix (SKZ) x Reader

What the heck yinz guys?! How did I hit 100 followers?! I don’t even think I got that far when I first started writing fanfiction on tumblr like 10+ years ago.  This random drabble means a lot to me for a couple reasons lol....first, its my 100 follower celebration! Second, I am a very shy bean these days when it comes to writing real people.  I’m not sure why, since one of my most incredibly popular fics to date was a full length + sequel series of a Bruno Mars Vampire AU I wrote in 2010 LOL (its still out there in the tumblr-verse if you can find it LOL!).  

I guess the world has grown more sensitive to these kinds of things so I tread lightly; but with the help of my new friend Kai, I’ve been introduced to this fantastic human (and many others!) and would appreciate it if you guys would allow me to celebrate 100 amazing people supporting my writing with this bit o’ fluff.

One more thing! I have some WIPs now (how exciting!), so if you’re interested, here’s what I’ve got in the works to be posted soon:

- Chaotic Freewrite Pt. 9  - Method Writing feat. Lucifer (Pt. 2) - 40′s Asylum Patient Levi (collab) - Karma Akabane (collab)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT.  It really means the world to me.  Every single one of yinz. I’ve met and interacted with so many wonderful souls here.  I don’t even know what some of yall look like and you share my deepest secrets.  Please take my hand and trust me as we continue to grow together during this journey. I love you very much for accepting me.  Enjoy.

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ - 100 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ! (ꜰᴇʟɪx ꜱᴋᴢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ᴄᴡ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: ıllıllı １.８k ıllıllı

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I hope that you’re the one...

If not,

You are the prototype.

Prototype by OutKast (piano cover)

Raucous sounds of combined laughter filled your duplex.  You were certain the neighbors next door could hear everything going on and were likely wondering what prompted this kind of boisterous fun on a Tuesday evening.

You had to work in the late afternoon, so you felt it was reasonable and necessary to succumb to your cravings at 11pm for the chocolate chip pecan cookies you used to love as a child. Besides, your boyfriend was a pretty damn good cook and a bit of an insomniac himself.  He’s sitting atop the edge of the kitchen table, beaming down at you, all freckled and brown-eyed; his bleached golden hair tousled over his head.

He watches you as you happily ramble, speaking entirely too fast and too loud. Anybody else might have tapped out by now, but Felix remained steadfast, instinctively drawn to your bright, bubbly personality, enamored by every excited word that fell from your plump lips.

He’s holding a big, white ceramic bowl of wet and dry cookie mix ingredients, stirring the wooden spoon every so often as he nods to let you know he’s still with you on every word of your speech.

You finally take a deep breath, coming to the end of your roundabout explanation.

“So, can you help me? Pretty please?” You add on the last part, hoping the bat of your lashes sealed the deal for you.  Little did you realize, Felix would’ve done nearly anything for you.  He loved you.  You two had fell into the natural rhythm of your relationship two years ago.  What you were asking was simple of him; you were a theatre major in college and needed to complete a final speech for dialect class.  You chose Australian.  You were good at faking a believable high British dialect, could it be much different?

Instead, the subtle nuances proved to be more challenging than you had anticipated; so it made sense to ask your Aussie boyfriend to help you out. Who else was there to ask, after all? You didn’t think it would be this frustrating when you picked it up to begin with.  You’ve heard him speak to you all the time—over the phone, in person, Facetime; it even came out in a strangely sexy way during intimacy.  You thought you could mimic it with no qualms, but your mouth just refused to cooperate with your brain.

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asks with a lopsided grin, plopping a dollop of cookie dough on your nose.  “What’s your speech about?”

“Well...” You giggle, trying to lick your nose, “It’s gonna sound really dumb and simple–”

“Try me.” He grins, leaning forward to take care of the work for you, swiping the cookie dough off with a flick of his tongue.

You’re standing between his legs that dangle mid-air off of the table.  You place your hands on his thighs, rubbing back and forth a few times before you give a deep sigh, “I just told the story of how we got Doobie.”

Doobie was the dog you both shared, sleeping peacefully in her bed across the kitchen.

“You make the biggest deal out of nothing, you know that?” He leans down and kisses your nose, pushing himself off of the table so he can continue with the baking process.  “You made it seem like you were going to ask me to have sex with you for a show and tell project or something.” He chuckles as he sets the bowl on the table and begins to pick up dollops of cookie dough out of the bowl, rolling it between his clean palms, rounding the cookies out into perfect shapes and placing them on the cookie sheet.

“Now that is quite an idea…” You know it could never happen, but goodness, just the thought of your boyfriend spreading you out on a desk for all of your classmates to see–

“Bring it back here, Y/N.” He snaps greasy, flour dusted fingers in front of your face, lifting a brow.  A kind, simple way to nudge your focus back on the task at hand.  He had a unique way of being incredibly sweet, but taking control of you when necessary.  “The speech?”

“Right!” You bring your attention span back to the present for a moment.  You begin your speech, trying the best Australian dialect that you can muster.  Felix tries to focus on the cookies being placed on the sheet; but when you get to the third sentence, his can’t help the laugh that breaks through his tightly closed lips.

“Shit..is this for a grade, Y/N?” He finally looks up at you from the cookie sheet, his brown eyes locking onto your own, twinkling in amusement.  

You nod slowly, “Is it that bad?”

Felix is rubbing the dough between his palms, smoothing out the final cookie.  “If your teacher knows anything about dialects, that’s a solid C-.” he places it on the sheet before looking at you, “I might be being generous since I love you.” He’s trying to not laugh again, as he places a few stray pieces of pecans atop the cookies that lay on the sheet.

“C’mon baby, I’m serious.  It’s due in three weeks!” You pick up the tray, carrying it across the room to place into the pre-heated oven.

“Alright, alright.  I get it.” he becomes a bit more serious; but before he begins, he asks, “Is the timer set?”

You set your phone onto the table, counting down from 14 minutes.  “Ready when you are.” You sit at the kitchen table, pulling out your phone notes with the full speech inside of it.

“Let me see it.” He grasps the phone from you, his free hand dropping onto your knee.  He strokes the fabric of your pajamas with his thumb absentmindedly as his lips silently move, eyes narrowing as he focuses on reading all of the text you had written down.  He starts typing into the notes, thumbs moving quickly and efficiently.  You want to ask what is he up to, but decide to just be grateful for the help instead.  A minute or two passes, and Felix hands your phone back to you.

“Try to read it now.” He suggests, watching you intently as you scan over the phonetics he’s added to help with pronunciation.

You sound as if you’re reading a foreign language for the first time as you sound out the first sentence, “The car ride to the farm didn’t give me a single clue to what the future held.” You speak in a staggering manner, dropping the “r” at the end of car, adding emphasis to the “u” in ‘future’ (which was sounding a bit more like fee-you-cha).  The e’s became i’s, and the i’s became oi’s, so on and so forth, phonetically speaking.  Finally, you look up at Felix for approval.

You’re about to smack fire out of him when you see he’s about to laugh again.

Noticing your impending frustration as your brows knit together, he leans forward out of his chair to give you a kiss of encouragement before he pulls his chair closer next to yours, taking your phone and pointing out the lines to you.  “You’re thinkin’ about it way too much.”

“It’s my final exam for this class and 50% of my grade.” You give him a defeated look, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

The smell of freshly baked cookies begins to waft throughout the air.

His eyes flit across your face for a moment.  He’s thinking of what to say to make you feel at ease, a little better.  Felix heard you practicing your dialects all day, nearly everyday for this advanced level class ever since the semester began.  He knew you had it in you to learn something so simple; but you always got in your own way with the imposter syndrome that was eating at you from the inside out.  Felix was always good at that–at making sure you felt as capable as you truly were.

“Baby, you’re gonna kill this.  I know it.”

Ding.

The cookie timer begins to ring.

You turn the notification off as Felix ambles over to open the stove, grabbing oven mitts and pulling the tray out and setting it atop the stove.  He waves his hand over them, purely out of habit, and takes a whiff, his eyes closing in pure bliss.  

Suddenly, he turns around to you excitedly.  “I have an idea.” he says, his complexion begins to flush with reddened nervousness that he tried not to show, instead, displaying masked determination.  “Your exam is in three weeks, right?”

“It is…”

“What if–” He places his hands out, trying to get you to not jump further than where he was headed in the conversation.  “What if, I took you to meet my family finally?” He finally blurts, waiting on your reply with bated breath.

You feel a combination of shock and excitement climbing your nerves.  “Y-You want me to meet your family, Felix?” You repeat.

He rolls his eyes, “Yes that’s what I just said!”

“I mean–” Your heartrate is climbing at top speed with anticipatory anxiety, “Yes?” You say it again to sound more sure of yourself, “Yes! Yes…I would…I would be honored.” Your voice softens.  You feel stupid hot, fat tears welling in your eyes.  Both of your past relationships had never given you the opportunity to meet their families, let alone in an completely different country.

“ ‘I would be honored’ ” Felix mocks you lovingly with soft tone, “Just relax baby, they’re gonna adore you.  And...” he kneels down in front of you, reaching up to wipe a tear before it gets to fall down your cheek.

“I’ll make sure you pass your final with flying colors.” He smiles at you, “You know I love you, right?”

A few relentless tears drop anyhow.

“I love you too, Felix.” 

[waynes-multiverse]

Fic Recs

Everything I’ve read & loved in September! Enjoy and make sure to check out those lovely stories 🖤

Series:

Love On The 26th Floor – @deangirl93​

This series is absolutely amazing and took my breath away! I can’t say it often enough! It’s incredibly hot, damn fluffy, and dramatic! All I can say at the end of it is, “Yes, daddy, please more!”

A Different League – @flamencodiva​

Snobby AU Sam and Dean make me laugh, but the reader definitely steals the show. If you’ve never read one of Vanessa’s fics before you will absolutely fall in love with her sassy and fierce readers!

Unsung Verses – @jensengirl83​

One of the most dramatic series I’ve ever read. I’ve pretty much screamed my lungs out at Brandy for this one. She really left nothing out and by the end, you just want them to be happy, crossing your fingers nothing comes between that sweet couple anymore!

The Bet – @supernatural-jackles​

Speaking of dramatic, The Bet tugged on my heartstrings like no other. But what Jen really does best is comfort, and though, I screamed a lot, this series provided a lot of comfort as well. An absolute fantastic balance!

Cracked Reflections – @negans-lucille-tblr​

A beautiful, modern twist on one of our favorite fairytales. I’ve never hated Jensen more and I’ve never prayed more while reading a fic, hoping that idiot turns his life around. Can’t wait to finally finish this little masterpiece this month, hoping to get our happily ever after!

Sounds of Someday – @wonder-cole​

One of my all time favorites! Can’t even put into words how much I love this series! *SNL Stefon voice* It’s got everything! Fluff, smut, and so much drama! I keep wondering, is it time for a re-read yet?

One Shots & Drabbles

Not National Treasure Again Part 1 & 2 – @deanwithscissors​

This little mini-series is so comforting! Dean is such a cutie and really helps the reader through a tough time (one that we all know only too well).

The Night Of Your Life – @little-diable​

This one shot was deliciously smutty and oh dear Lord, so, so angsty! Definitely kept me on my toes until the very end. And what an end indeed...

A Simple Message – @waywardnerd67​

Well, we all watched that video that month. Not only was it a nice birthday surprise for me but said video also produced this amazing one shot. Just yum!

Wild Ride + Honey, I’m Home + Our Little Secret – @deanwanddamons​

Sian killed me this month with those drabbles. KILLED ME! Seriously, you will agree with me once you read them. I think I’m still dripping...

Need – @waywardbaby​

Another amazingly hot drabble! How you write something so good in such little words is beyond me. I literally hastagged this with #im a puddle and I was!

Drunk Sex + Smothering & Cuddling – @awkward-and-indecisive​

Two amazing one shots that were hilariously funny, fluffy, and hot. You know how much I appreciate when my smut is mixed with some crack. Abby definitely fulfilled those demands!

Thanks For The Ride – @sofreddie​

Ah, sex in the Impala with our favorite green-eyed hunter. I could read this over and over again. But big bonus points for the sassy, badass reader! LOVED that ending!

(Note: I’ve read a lot more in September but had to shorten this list a little, otherwise it would’ve gone on forever. Just know everyone is so incredibly amazing and I’m floored by y’all!)

[thran-duils]

Thran-duils’ heavily encouraged dark!character writing challenge

I’ve wanted to host a writing/prompt challenge for a long time but I’ve always been too nervous (it’s a perpetual thing lmao). Well, I am taking the dive! Rules and all the information below the cut!

Credit to @santacarlahorrorshow for the lovely header! <3

RULES

1. This challenge is 18+. Seriously, don’t be a dick and ignore this rule.

2. Following that, all characters and reader insert are to be 18+

3. I really, really, really encourage dark!characters or dark!reader or both (soft!dark, dark, heavy!dark) for this but they do not have to be if that makes you uncomfortable. A lot of these prompts are going to be leaning towards dark but there are ways to not utilize them that way I’m sure!

4. These fics are to be reader insert.

5. Fandoms accepted are: Supernatural, Marvel, The Walking Dead, and Lord of the Rings verse (I’m begging for some Thranduil here lmao no shame).

6. All characters welcome! But please do not use real life actors for this!

7. Please do not write beastiality. That’s really the only thing I’m gonna be like “plz don’t” kink about.

8. The fics for this must be new, not adding to an already existing story. They can be drabbles, one shots, or a starting chapter for a new series.

9. I went back and forth about this but I think I am not going to put a limit on how many people can choose a prompt. This may come back to backfire on me but one prompt just might be popular and it would be fun to see what variations can come from it!

10. Send me an ask with your prompt you would like and character/s. I will tag you next to the prompt.

11. If you need to back out of the challenge, send me a DM and I will remove you. Things happen!

12. Make sure to tag your fics appropriately if they are dark! Not only does this help people avoid triggers but also you’ve done your due diligence to tell people to gtfo and if they don’t, well, then that’s on them.

13. You do not need to be following me to participate!

14. Please tag the fics as #thranduilswritingchallenge and also tag me to make sure I see it!

15. For lyrics and quotes, please use them in the fic! If there’s breaks in the lyric, feel free to break it up in the fic though. Situations are for encouragement. I did edit one lyric, Olivia O’Brien. I put the songs next to the lyrics in case you want to listen to the song.

16. The deadline for this challenge is September 4, 2021. I will make a masterpost and I will post it either 9/5 or 9/6!

Lyric Prompts

01. “You right, I got my guy. But I, I can’t help it, I want you” (You Right by Doja Cat)

02. “Good girls don’t cry and good girls don’t lie” (Good Girls by CHVRCHES)

03. “But you keep breaking me apart” (Fabric by Half Waif)

04. “Dance like you’re not a liar” (Last Night of an Empire by Imogen Heap) 05. “Two nights in a row, now I know that it’s broken” (Two Nights by Lykke Li) 06. “I want my ring back, baby, that’s a diamond” (Violent by carolesdaughter) 07. “I’ll show you how revenge can taste so sweet” (King by Lilith Czar) 08. “It’s certified, I’m not the nice one” (The Devil by Banks) 09. “Learn to take a hint. I thought I fucking told [you]” (No More Friends by Olivia O’Brien) 10. “What have you been doing? Don’t forget I am your home” (Purge the Poison by MARINA) --> @phantomwarrior12 (Dark!Gabriel) 11. “If I ever gave you a good reason to say goodbye I would regret it” (Getaway by VINCINT) 12. “Find your way back to my bed again” (Tulsa Jesus Freak by Lana Del Rey)

13. “Stop defending me, we’ll go down together” (Night Sway by Dance Gavin Dance)

14. “Don’t apologize for things you really felt” (Love Somebody Else by lovelytheband)

15. “Feeling stuck is fucking up my sanity” (All Your Love by Sir Sly)

16. “You’re so perfect from the outside. I stalked and studied away” (Who I Am by Code Orange)

17. “I used to know you. I never got you back” (Sideways by The Anix)

18. “You show up when I’m all alone” (Numb by Kiiara)

19. “Look out the window, see what you could’ve had” (Weird Leisure by Biffy Clyro)

20. “I hope that I mean it. Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I” (AWOL by Every Time I Die)

Quote Prompts

01. “Hold out your tongue.”

02. “Can you keep a secret?”

03. “Temper, temper…”

04. “I don’t really feel like fighting.”

05. “Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.” – David Jones

06. “Why are there weapons in my bathroom?”

07. “Go to hell!” “And leave you here all alone?”

08. “I love you.” “Don’t do that to yourself.”

09. “Here. Hold my morals.” --> @shadowshamrock (Dark!Sam Winchester)

10. “Hungry dogs are never loyal.” --> @mdemontespan1667​ (Dark!Jake Jensen)

11. “The girl I’ve heard so much about.”

12. “I was protecting you!”

13. “Just because you’re speaking in a different language doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re cursing me out.”

14. “Oh, don’t blame them. They did their best to try to kill me.”

15. “I don’t know how I would survive without you.”

16. “The whole world thinks you’re dead.”

17. “I wanted to see how you are doing.”

18. “How do we keep getting into these situations?”

19. “You stay awake, do you hear me?”

20. “I’ll hunt you down if I have to.”

21. “Do we have to do this game all over again?”

22. “I said I would be here when you need it.” ( @dollslayer​ -- Dark!Steve Rogers)

23. “You’re quite possibly the worst liar on Earth.”

25. “What is so urgent that you had to wake me up at 2:30am?”

26. “You know if you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”

27.  “Could you stop being an asshole for just a moment?”

Situation prompts

01. Reader accidentally stumbles upon character burying body and is kidnapped to keep them from talking.

02. Dom!Reader denies character multiple orgasms

03. Reader is a hired assassin and does not expect their target to thwart them with their own skills.

04. Reader and character stranded on the side of the road, night is coming.

05. Reader is ignoring character’s advances and character decides to break into their home to set up a romantic dinner.

06. Winter vacation with reader and character.

07. Mutual masturbation

08. Stormy night and the power goes out. Reader and character find a way to entertain themselves.

09. Reader keeps finding things missing from their apartment and eventually finds out who is taking them.

10. Reader and/or character are in an established relationship with someone else. Unfortunately for them, sex pollen gets in the mix. And oops, one of them let it out on purpose!

11. Reader is a in a dom/sub relationship with character. Ignores dom’s orders to not go out for the night and faces the punishment when they come home.

12. Uniform change turns into something naughty.

13. Reader runs into character, who happens to be their ex that they ghosted.

14. College AU where Reader is an RA and one of their residents is hell bent on getting them to break the rules.

15. Reader goes to the cops with evidence that character is stalking them.

16. Reader being hunted by character (or even more fun, characters!).

17. Pregnant sex

Remember to have fun!!!

Tagging some people who may be interested in participating (please do not feel obligated!!): @sherrybaby14 @shadowshamrock @greenappleeyes @mcudarklibrary @mcnegan @afanofmanystuffs

[battletowered]

Commemoration

Headcanon Drabble in Leon’s “ more severe darkest day au ” verse which I’m reposting and bringing forward to this blog from the archive for the anniversary.

TW: Deals with mourning and major character death.

    One year.

    It’s hard for him to believe. Leon still fully expects that one of these times when his phone buzzes that his face is going to flash up on screen. That he’s going to get a call and hear him asking to want to meet up and battle or grab some lunch together. He knows it’s impossible. He knows that’s never a call he’s going to get. He could delete the contact. Give himself some kind of finality but… there’s a photo that he’d taken himself attached to that contact. Smiling wide and bright– a genuine one and not just one for the camera. One of the ones that had too much teeth because he was laughing as Leon tried to get his phone back.

    His phone has never been so quiet as it has in the past year. It’s been a hard adjustment.

     He’d visited this morning. Left two huge bouquets of mixed flowers because there was too much slate grey. Boring, Raihan would have called it, and Raihan deserved something as vibrant as he is… was. The headstone is modest, situated between two cypress trees. It was hard to believe they were already getting so big. Leon had spared no expense on his flowers– sweetpea, rainflowers, carnations, tulips, canterbury bells and most importantly snapdragons, because he knew that the ones named after his favorite type would have made him smile the most.

    He’d gone early because Leon doesn’t think he can bring himself to face Raihan’s family. He knows they don’t blame him. They must have told him a thousand times the day of the funeral, though he can’t say he really remembers all that much from that day. Those two weeks following Eternatus’ capture were encapsulated in an ugly grey smear in his memory.

    He remembers searing pain in his ribs. Feeling hollow– like something had dug a hole through his stomach. He remembers feeling like he was going to collapse a lot. He remembers the way that his head pounded to the beat of a deafeningly cheering crowd the day he lost his title.

     But he barely remembered his own best friend’s funeral. What a joke. How fitting that the self-absorbed champion would have been more concerned with himself and his title during the time he should have been saying goodbye. He’d heard a million reasons why it wasn’t his fault– as if he didn’t already know that. That there was nothing Leon would have been able to do to stop Raihan from trying to protect Hammerlocke because it was his home. It’s still his home.

    It feels like one failure among hundreds. Sometimes he still wonders, though, if maybe he could have. If he had just said something different. Would anything have changed if Leon hadn’t stubbornly insisted that he would be fine, but Raihan’s duty was to protect the people of Hammerlocke because they needed him.

    They still need him. But he wasn’t here anymore.

    That was why Leon was here, actually. At least that’s why he’d lingered after visiting the grave.

    He’d assumed that the city would hold sour memories for him. Sure, it did, but not nearly so severely as Leon had expected they’d be. There was something almost inspiring about it, actually, because Hammerlocke had come together and healed the physical scars left by Eternatus. They had held on and healed, and it gave Leon the hope that he would be able to do the same. His mother had always told him that he was named after Dandelions for a reason. There was nothing more stubborn than a weed, the little plants that would keep existing in spite of everything in the world working against them. Perhaps if Leon could do that– just keep existing against everything going against him– then maybe he’d be able to shake that feeling that something was missing.

    It would work. He’d made it work before. It had to work. He had no other option. The world wasn’t going to stop and wait on him to piece himself back together. The world didn’t end just because Leon felt like it was.

    Still, Leon can see the city is in mourning. Or he might be projecting his own, soured mood. Either way people have been giving him space, and the streets have been so quiet. He appreciates it, honestly. It’s hard to put on a strong face, even on a good day. He won’t let himself cry in public, though he knows his face is red and swollen from doing just that earlier this morning. His eyes and head hurt, but his tears seemed to have dried up for now.

    That’s a good thing anyway. He doesn’t want people to worry about him. He’ll be fine.

    There’s a huff of breath, and Leon suddenly is reminded that he’d let Charizard out of her ball to help him along. She ceases his forward motion with a gentle, broad wing. He’s so glad she’s good at not getting turned around. She knows the right direction– something Leon can’t manage when he’s not spacing out and irritated. Leon looks up, relieved to see the battlements of the castle already repaired, though just the sight gives him a woozy feeling.

    He hears rather than sees it coming as he looks up toward the top of the battlements, the sharp, melodic sound of wings splitting through air just a fraction of a second before he’s slammed into bodily. He teeters, barely managing to keep his footing as he struggles with the momentum, laughing breathlessly.

    ��Flygon!” There’s the panicked call of Sebastian as he winds his way down the staircases of the castle as fast as his legs will take him. Camilla and Aria follow in tow, though pause to wave at Leon as Sebastian rushes to come help pry the excited Pokemon off of Leon. Leon’s still laughing, though. He can’t help it with the way the large dragon type is nuzzling against him and demanding he pet along it’s head.

-_-_-_-

    For a while it’s hard to bring himself to be sad– he’s buried in Pokemon who want his attention. Raihan’s team were always excited to see him, even if he’d just visited them less than a month ago. He likes to come check on them, mostly because he knows how hard it can be for any Pokemon to adjust to sudden change but especially so dragon types. It goes unsaid, of course, that there were other reasons he liked to see them. It always pleased him to see them happy and relaxed.

    For a while Leon had been chatting with the Gym Trainers about nothing at all really– at least it was nothing at all to him anymore. Mostly about the league– trying to figure out what to do with the Gym and the adjustments and whether the gym would be capable of returning to the major league or if it should be stepped back while they searched for a new leader.

    It’s not hard to tell they miss him. No one has said it, but Leon is perceptive, so they don’t have to. They skirt around outright saying what they know is true– that he’s gone and that it’s been hard to make the adjustment to move on because they’d lost such a force of personality. He knows because he’d seen them mirror his shock and fear and sorrow a year ago. He’d seen them mourning, too.

    Now that they’d run out of safe topics to talk about, they’ve lapsed into silence. They just share their spaces on the pitch while they watch the Pokemon mill about. Sandaconda has curled up in Leon’s lap to sleep and Goodra has become a fixture at his side. She’s soaking his coat through with her goo, but Leon doesn’t mind it because she’s coddling him in a way that’s frighteningly similar to the way people do to baby pokemon.

    “You should take them with you.”

    It was like it all shattered in an instant. Just with those words. Leon’s head jerks upwards in Aria’s direction, blinking slowly as if the statement had confused him. As the realization sinks in, his eyes widen the way a wild pokemon’s might. Aria merely adjusts her glasses on her nose and averts her gaze.

    “…You mean Raihan’s pokemon?” Leon lingers on each word. He wants to clarify it even if it’s perfectly obvious what she’s referring to.

    “Yes”

    “Are they…. Really being that rowdy here?” Leon ventures, meaning for it to sound like a joke. As if to punctuate his discomfort, a nervous laugh slips through his mouth. Sandaconda stirs in his lap because he’s halted his stroking over the Pokemon’s scales.

   “That’s not what I… what we mean.” Aria sighs, sounding resigned already. She seems to consider her words carefully before she continues. “We’ve… The Gym Leaders and I have been speaking about it. We’re not trying to just pawn them off on you but… they really do seem to be their happiest when you’re here Cham– Leon.”

    Leon would like to keep staring at the grass on the stadium field, but he finds his gaze being drawn up to where Flygon and Charizard are play-fighting with one another. Then to where Duraludon and Gigalith have taken advantage of the warm weather to nap in a patch of sunlight. To where Torkoal and Turtonator are quietly crunching on some snacks just outside of Leon’s direct reach. He can’t say that they look particularly happier than they do any other time he’s seen then, but he supposes he wouldn’t know because he’s only ever seen them in his own presence.

    Still… It feels wrong in a way. Those are Raihan’s pokemon. His rival’s pokemon. His stomach twists at the realization that it’s not like he can ask Raihan because he’s not here to say. The idea hurts.

   “I shouldn’t.” Leon’s voice is so thin that he doesn’t even recognize it as his own. His throat is tight around this lump that’s forming, and he can feel the pressure at the bridge of his nose that happens right before he’s going to cry. He can’t– not here.

   “Why not?” Camilla answers this time. Her tone isn’t condescending or judgemental or goading, just an honest question. Leon doesn’t answer, and so she continues. “You’ve had plenty of experience raising dragon types. They know you well. Just… look at them? Goodra has been sitting with you since you got here and Flygon nearly bowled you over because he was so excited to see you this morning.”

    Tight. His throat is so tight it hurts, and ever so slightly Leon’s begun to tremble with the effort to keep his emotions wrapped up within his body.

    “It’s not that I don’t think I can. I love them… I’d love to raise them but…” Leon hesitated, not sure what words to use. Speaking about his feelings had never been his strong suit. What is he even trying to say?

     That bringing them in means finally having to accept that he’s gone? That there is no more Rival’s team because there was no more Rival. That it feels wrong to take his Pokemon because some deep part of him thinks that he’d never be able to be as good to them as Raihan was because he adored them. That he’d spent years and years watching Raihan with them to know they loved him just as much.

    He knows what it means. It means realizing that the Pokemon that he’d watched Raihan raise– some even from eggs– had lost so much a year ago too. They’d lost their guide. They’d lost their best friend just like Leon had. Leon could take them but he didn’t think he’d ever fill those shoes the way that Raihan did.

    “I don’t think I’m ready yet. If… I take them in, I want to make sure I can give them the life they deserve.” It’s raw. Entirely too raw the way the words come out, and it feels like something is digging thorns into his chest as he manages to force them out. He leaves ‘the life Raihan would have wanted for them’ out because he knows it doesn’t need to be said. Somehow Leon would have guessed that if anyone could relate to his feelings, it would have been the gym trainers.

    They’d been kind enough to give him space the first time he’d come to see Raihan’s team. When he’d cried helplessly and clung to Flygon and Duraludon for an hour while the tar has wormed its way out of his system and the realization sunk in that he was actually gone and that it wasn’t just a bad dream caused by the pain medicine from the hospital. He was sure they knew.

    “I’m… planning on moving. I would want to move first, to make sure they have the space they need to run and play. I don’t have that luxury right now in Wyndon. They need exercise. I want to make sure I can take care of them properly and do right by them.”

    “But… you’d consider it?”

    “Mmm.” Leon hums because he can’t talk anymore without the dam breaking. Leon nods, though, so they know he will, indeed, consider it. There’s more than what he’s said too. So much more. He wants to feel stable. He wants to know that he’s not going to look at Raihan’s team and feel the urge to cry as much as he does now, because he misses him. He wants to make sure they don’t come into a home only to be stressed by Leon’s own baggage. Sandaconda presses it’s snout into the warmth of his hand, and it’s enough to shake loose the somber laugh that’s caught in his throat. “I don’t think I could ever actually add them to my team. I’m pretty sure Raihan would come back and haunt me for stealing his weather strategy.”

    They lapse back into silence for a long moment. The quiet is deafening even around the sound of Goodra cooing and the soft crunch of Pokemon eating. Even around the groans of Charizard and the song-like beating of Flygon’s wings and the two wrestle around each other. Leon sighs, and leans back a little more against Goodra.

   “Thank you.” Leon’s gaze darted up again toward the others. Aria mumbled it, but the other two nodded their agreement. “It’s been… hard on them being separated among the three of us and… We really do think it’s what he would have wanted for them.”

    It’s those words that do it. Leon could swear he feels his frayed emotions snap as he raises a frantic hand to try and stem the flow of tears which are already coming. Goodra, finally picking up on his trembling now that he’s leaned against her more, fusses with him, tucking his body under her neck and letting out a bubbling coo.

    Leon’s heart wrenches in his chest and he feels sick at the stressed flipping of his stomach. He hiccups to try and breath around the rock that’s sitting in his throat but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to be able to will the tears away this time so he’s left to feebly wipe at them with the sleeves of his coat. He’s a cup that’s been overfilled, and now that the tension has given out his emotions are leaking out.

    “I know.” It’s all that Leon can manage before his throat tightens too much for him to speak.

[ahtohallan-calling]

ducklings // modern au kristanna being parents fluff // 1.3k 

still haven’t written the real followup to love is all around, (aka plane au aka professor!kristoff au) but here’s a ficlet about the baby from the last two drabbles in this verse :’) as before, you don’t need to have read anything else in this verse to know what’s going on :)

Little hands on his shoulder startle him from sleep.

“Papa,” Sofie whispers, “Papa, you gotta help me make the stuff.”

He rolls over and meets wide blue eyes, a rat’s nest of blonde curls, and a grin missing two front teeth. “It’s too early, Ducky, remember we said we’ll let Mommy sleep in?”

“The clock says eight-zero-three.”

He blinks in surprise. “It’s already that late?”

Sofie nods vigorously. “I’ve been up like seven hours already, Papa.”

“Thank you for waiting to get me up,” he says, and slides out of bed. They have been working on that; Anna and he both are night owls, but somehow their daughter is the sort of child who lives for sunrises and early-morning pleas of, “Come play with me and Sven, Papa, pleaaaase.”

(He always gives in, of course; perhaps he’s spoiling her like Anna teases him, but-- well. He’s heard these years when they still want to spend time with you are all too short, and he wants to make the most of them.)

Sofie hands him his glasses from the nightstand, and he ruffles her hair in thanks. They tiptoe together out of the room, closing the door as quietly as they can behind them, leaving Anna still curled under the nest of blankets, snoring softly.

“Are we going to do blueberry pancakes, Papa?” Sofie asks hopefully as they slip into the kitchen.

“Of course. How else can we put the heart on them?” 

He lifts her up and sets her on the counter so she can see what’s going on and help in whatever way she can. She takes after her mother; she shows her affection through action, always looking for ways to make herself useful. At first, he called her his duckling because when she was born it was with a crown of fuzzy, yellow-blond hair, but now she stays Ducky because of the way she toddles around after him, always looking for ways to get involved, like she has since she first learned to walk. 

He sets a bowl beside her and hands her the whisk. "Think you can handle the mixing, skatten min?"

She nods solemnly. That she gets from him, a sense of duty about even the smallest things when it involves her loved ones. He kisses her forehead before pulling out the milk and eggs, and she giggles.

"That tickles, Papa!" she says, patting his unshaven cheeks.

He puts her to work whisking the eggs and milk and oil together while he measures the flour. She wraps her chubby fist around the whisk and attacks the mixture wholeheartedly, the full force of a five-year-old’s latent fury unleashed upon the unwitting liquid, and as she works her tongue pokes out just a bit from the corner of her mouth, another little habit she has inherited-- or perhaps learned; he can never decide which he thinks it is-- from her mother. It still gives him pause sometimes, the wonder of it all, the fact that between the two of them they somehow made this marvelous little creature. Before he had met Anna, he had had the idea that perhaps he was destined to be a lifelong bachelor, had resigned himself to frozen entrees and dodging questions at extended family gatherings, but now he likes to think that a part of him was always meant for this, that his meeting Anna wasn’t some happy accident but a twist of fate that had lain in his path all along. 

Sofie holds up the bowl for his examination; he gives her a nod of approval, and her face lights up. “Can I do the flour, too?” she asks hopefully.

It’s tempting, it really is, when she looks up at him with those Anna-blue eyes, but last time he let her, there had been so many lumps left that even the cat had turned up his nose. It had broken Sofie’s heart, no matter how much he reassured her that it was the sort of mistake anyone could make. “Well, Ducky, I was wondering if actually you might help sort through the blueberries and help pick out the best ones.”

She accepts this solemn duty with glee, inspecting each little blue orb with a squint before setting aside those that meet her criteria and eating those that don’t. There doesn’t seem to be much difference between the two, really, but it keeps her distracted long enough for him to finish mixing the batter and get the first one poured into the pan. “Smiley or heart, d’you think?”

“A heart with a smile,” she proclaims.

“Absolutely brilliant idea,” he says, setting her on his hip so she can lean over the stove and plop the blueberries in herself. When she’s done, the pattern doesn’t particularly resemble a smile or a heart, but he thanks her anyway before flipping the pancake over.

He sets her to the task of scrambling eggs and stirring in the cheese as he finishes up the pancakes, and luckily she doesn’t notice when he turns away to finish breaking a yolk or two after she hands him the bowl. When at last it’s all plated and set carefully on the tray, she claps her hands with delight. “You’re a very good assistant, Papa,” she says, and he gives her another kiss on the forehead because she’s his little girl and he loves her to the moon and back and that’s more than enough reason. 

He carries the tray as Sofie darts up the stairs ahead of him and launches herself onto the bed. “Mama!” she squeals as Kristoff flips the light switch. “Happy Mother’s Day!”

Anna turns over, squinting at the sudden brightness, but there’s a huge smile on her face as she sits up and pulls her daughter into a hug. “Aw, thank you, Sof!” she says, nuzzling her nose against the little girl’s. “You really did all this for me?”

“Mhmm! Papa helped!”

Kristoff sets the tray down on the end of the bed so that he can lean over and kiss his wife’s cheek, but before he gets too close, she wrinkles her nose, turning a funny shade of gray. “Oh, there’s eggs, I-- fuck!” she says, and squirms out from under Sofie before running into the bathroom next door, a hand already over her mouth.

Neither Kristoff nor Sofie speak until she turns up to him, her blue eyes already welling up with tears. “Mama said a no-no word,” she says, her voice quivering, and he swoops her up into his arms, not quite trusting himself to speak just yet. Anna loves scrambled eggs with cheese; she hasn’t turned up her nose at them, definitely not gotten suddenly sick at the sight of them for going on six years now.

Surely not, he thinks to himself, though his heart is already picking up hopeful speed. Last time they said that was it, not to get our hopes up. But maybe--

Before Sofie’s sniffles can turn into a full-on cry against his shoulder, he hears the toilet flush, and Anna reemerges, looking sheepish. “I’m so sorry, my loves,” she says, taking Sofie and giving her a quick kiss on the top of the head. “Your breakfast looks really wonderful, I swear, and I’m so so surprised, really! I just...well. I had a Mother’s Day surprise for you guys, too.”

She looks up at him with that little crooked smile he fell in love with the first time he saw it. “I guess next year you’ll have two kitchen assistants, Chef Sofie, d’you think that’ll be alright?”

Sofie looks up at Kristoff, confused, and suddenly he realizes his eyes are blurry. “You’re gonna be a big sister, Ducky,” he manages to get out, and now she looks even more worried.

“Why does that make you sad, Papa?”

He can’t hold back any longer and pulls them both into a tight hug. “Not sad at all,” he says, dropping a kiss on each of their heads. “In fact, I think I might just be the happiest I’ve ever been.”

[lightbringcr]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

tagged by: i stole this from @cutmystrxngs tagging: anyone!!

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au ( dependent on verse ) / canon-divergent / fandomless 

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO. 

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. ( I have no clue. I know a lot of people that find her attractive, and a lot of people who don’t. *shrug* )

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES? / NO / IDK. ( Maybe not physically, like compared to Garen, but she’s definitely strong emotionally. She’s learned to love herself at least and accept change & what not. )

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE ? (Main story? I can say that she was a big part of the Demacia changes, considering she’s the only ‘mage’ they’ve chosen to acknowledge and intertwined besides Sylas (give me Sona lore please.) but other than that, if you don’t care about Demacia, it’s not really the main story.)

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (She may be Riot’s poster girl, but she still isn’t the main character. See above.)

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE ? ( I’m assuming only Demacia (obv) & Noxus really know about the Crownguards or at least have heard of them. Demacia is sort of isolationist & so I don’t see her being known around the world. Maybe in older lore, when she was out and about on missions and actually spying. New lore, probably not. If they had heard of Crownguards, they’d probably think of Garen first. )

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. ( Depending on who you ask. )

How strictly do you follow canon?  — I really try to stick to canon, but of course there needs to be some leniency in my opinion. If I very strictly followed canon, I think I’d be bored LOL. I like trying to mix a bit of old Lux’s personality with new ( since I was deeply in love with her before the lore changes. ) and try my best to make her unique. New Lux is definitely fake in a different way as it is with hiding a secret, but old Lux being two-faced, resentful and cold resonated with me. That being said, I still respect the canon, because I like the direction they’ve taken with Demacia. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Lux is already an inquisitive, curious person, so it’d be easy for her to find any way to interact with people / muses she already deems interesting. She wants to see and experience the world for herself, and she’s rather friendly ( unless you somehow show her that you aren’t. ) so it’s easy to make friends with her!! She tends to break traditions and rebel against the standards / life that was set up for her. She loves learning, especially about people, so she’ll have a grand time with your muse -- that is, if you like slow burn / any relationship development. All in all, she is a sweet, adventurous and sassy girl. She wants to meet all kinds of different souls. Need I say more?

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  — I don’t know. I’m biased and totally love her. But some people might find her a bit annoying, or look at her on a surface level and assume that’s all there is to her or find she’s airheaded. A peppy, light mage who spews bullshit about positivity and what not. Faking it to make it. Or what have you. I dunno, I think she’s telling herself to stay positive more than anyone else. She also doesn’t have a tragic backstory, she grew up quite nicely and I’m surprised her mother didn’t shove the annuller at her and just let her sass her like that. She was lucky, to say the least, in comparison to Sylas, and she’s quite young, literally doesn’t have any life experience compared to other champions. Maybe some people find her cliche and overrated.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  — I wrote her way back when in 2012. Or something like that. Fell in love immediately with her upon reading her judgment in the JoJ and wanted to give RPing a try. Took a break for a while and decided to take a step back from her, to see where I wanted to go with her. She’s absolutely my favorite character, let alone champion. Still love her to this day! 

What keeps your inspiration going?  — MUSIC. Honestly, music helps my muse so much. Any song that reminds me of her or any ship I have with her, or any song that reminds me of a hardship she’s faced, it helps so much. And obviously, my friends here. They are always so supportive of me. Heck, I might not play her as much anymore in League, but she still has a special place in my heart.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES …? / NO. ( I think so, but I doubt myself ALL THE TIME, or think I could change something else about her, or make her more likable. I think... she’s alright for the most part? )

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. ( Sometimes a random headcanon will spring to my mind and I’ll need to write it down. Most of the time, I don’t bother writing it down since I need to consider it more. Or I think too hard about it and think ‘ nah, that’s not right. ’  )

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. ( I used to write them a LOT MORE. Years ago. About Ez/Lux. Now I kinda write them in my Google Drive. )

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO. ( She’s too cute. )

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. ( Half & half. I’m always wondering if I’m messing it up or making her too nice or forgiving. If that is even such a thing.  )

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. ( I think my writing is okay for the most part, I do want to work on descriptions / using more detail and similes/metaphors in my writing. )

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. ( Yes. I get emotional for a lot of things. )

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  — If it’s constructive and about my WRITING, then yes. Portrayal doesn’t matter to me too much. One person can have an opinion about how Muse A would react to a certain event, and another person could have a different one. It’s all subjective at that point imo, unless it’s obviously something that a majority of people agree on. But I’m not going to bring people down for their portrayal and I expect people not to do that to me either. If you simply don’t like my portrayal, you don’t have to follow/interact. There’s plenty of different potrayals of Lux too, so I’d be confused if someone felt the need to hark on me about it. It’s really that simple.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  — Yes!! They let me think about small details or situations that I wouldn’t really think about otherwise. I love them.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  — Sure. I’m open to discussions, in case I missed something that was said by Riot or something along those lines. But if it’s something that wasn’t explicitly stated, like Lux’s favorite dessert or whatever, I doubt we’ll change our minds. We can agree to disagree.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  — Shrug. As I said above, that’s their opinion and how they see Lux. Everyone sees her differently. I’d probably be a little offended, because I put work into her, but that’s about the only thing. 

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  — Shrug. They wouldn’t be the first nor the last person to tell me they hate Lux, whether it’s because she’s too popular and gets all the skins, or that she’s basic, or whatever. I really don’t care?? Everyone is entitled to their own opinion of her. Just please don’t shove it in my face if you hate her or bother talking to me about it. If you love her, please DO shove it in my face. 

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  — Yes, sure. I always welcome feedback. I also know I use too many commas and am trying to work on that, but yes. If you could help me improve my writing in a NICE way, then I welcome it.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  I think so. I don’t like rushing people or demanding their time. I’m also open to writing any plots or ideas you have in mind. The only reason I won’t like you is if you obviously disrespect me. 

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

[goldeneyedgirl]

2019 Fic Meme

My end of year fic meme, compiled from some old Livejournal fic memes that I do when I write stuff. I do this for fun, because I like looking back at what I have and haven’t written, and what keeps popping up again.

It’s meant to be silly fun, and if anyone else wants to do it, PLEASE DO. I don’t want to tag anyone and put pressure on you in case you don’t want to/don’t think you have enough fic/hate memes. 

Twilight

12 Days of Fic-Mas (Twilight, WIP) Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, bonus.  Twelve days of fic extracts, previews, and drabbles focusing on Alice Cullen. Encompasses Folie A Deux, The Only Girl in the World, JessaminexAlice, Omens, Asylum, The Long Way Around, The Dark and the Unknown, Hybrid, Runaway, All These Broken Things, & The Unexpected Second Life of Mary Alice Brandon 

Shadow to Light  (WIP) (Alice/Jasper, AU Angst, PG) In 1918, Jasper lures the newborn known as Mary-Alice back to Monterrey. He is lost to her before it even begins.

Total number of completed stories: Lol.

Total word count: 33,304 words were posted. 

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?  Look, I just... 2019 was a wash in so many ways. I played a lot of Fortnite really badly. I would have loved to be able to say Shadow to Light was finished, or that I was posting Hybrid regularly or something, but I can’t. I wish, wish, wish I had posted more but alas. 

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Outside of Twilight, I dabbled with some reader/Ben in the Umbrella Academy, and I was messing around with some Janet/Wanda in my personal MCU canon. As for Twilight, I think my stuff got a lot darker? Like, we’re down the rabbit hole here, and somehow Alice ended up being the most feared vampire in the Americas? Yeah. 

And there’s the Avengers/Twilight fic that is simultaneously three fics and one fic because I cannot make Executive Decisions and I can’t decide if I like 1. Alice knowing Bucky from Before Jasper; 2. Alice knowing Hawkeye from when he was a kid in the circus and being how Natasha and Clint got out of Budapest, or 3. the Volturi hooking up with Hydra and ... yeah, I think this one is legit the most second-most one of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever written. (I’ve been filing today, and boy howdy have I written some actual shit.)

What’s your own favourite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? That’s like making me pick a favourite child. I’m always so, so proud of Shadow to Light, and I love The Dark and the Unknown ‘verse, and Hybrid is just hanging out there, chilling and ugh. My babies <3 

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?  TwilightFicMas was a huge risk! I wasn’t sure anyone cared unless I was posting more Shadow to Light, and people were SO nice and enthusiastic. So I guess the lesson is shut up and share more fic? Get out of your own head and spend time in the community because fandom isn’t meant to be lonely?

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year?  I’m starting a graphic design business AND my masters in design in 2020, so I figure fic is going to be my downtime next year. Ideally, I would love to get STL finished, Memento Vivere’s sequel going, and have a few of my shorter pieces posted. I would really love to get some of my original stuff ready for publication, but I’d be happy studying, running my business, and doing the fic thing for 2020.  

My best story of this year: That’s up to the readers, I guess. Everyone seemed obscenely enthusiastic about The Unexpected Second Life of Mary Alice Brandon, though, and I was not expecting that at all - I was actually upset that I left the ‘dud’ fic for the last day of FicMas. 

My most popular story: Shadow to Light. Everyone is so nice and enthusiastic and polite about that one. I’m not used to it! Fandom for me is usually me sitting in a corner, doin’ my obscure thing, and maybe one or two people will read what I’m working on.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:  I think everyone was super enthusiastic and nice about everything I posted this year. Maybe Folie A Deux? But like, that reflects more on me and the excerpts that I chose to post rather than the fic or the audience itself. 

Most fun story to write:  The Unexpected Second Life of Mary Alice Brandon because that Alice is so happy; I have this playlist for it that is super upbeat and funky. 

Hybrid is fun because that Alice likes to torment Jasper. He understands Edward on a molecular level once Alice arrives. 

Most Sexy Story: The Dark and the Unknown is the front-runner for that, because most of the sexy goings-on in Shadow to Light is very much focused on the psychological and emotional aspects rather than the physical.

Story with the single sexiest moment:  The Dark and the Unknown. I am still deeply uncomfortable writing sex scenes, so this may be the only one I ever do. The implication of a blow job in Shadow to Light nearly kill me tbh.

The forest behind the school is silent; just her breathing, and the slight wind. No birds or wildlife, none of the hum of the traffic or of the school.

They don’t undress more than necessary, her skirt slid to her hips, and he takes her roughly against a tree, flakes of bark falling into the dirt. She is hot and slick, and silent as he fucks her, his fingers digging into her hips, a growl rising in his chest. She is every bit his fantasy; the smell of damp flowers, the sweetness of her flesh, her willing supplication. His fingers tear through the lace of her tights as he grips her thighs, and the heels of her shoes must be bending, she’s digging them into the backs of his legs so hard.

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:  The Long Way Around makes Jasper and Alice’s relationship pretty fucked up, and tbh I look back at it and really struggle with how dark it is and how dark Jasper’s character becomes. There’s a reason that Shadow to Light is the ‘official’ version - it’s a better balance, and I actually think Maria is a lot more interesting in Shadow to Light as a villain with complex relationships with both Jasper and Alice to the point where none of them really want to have to kill each other, but there is a lot of hate on both sides. 

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:  That’s a hard question. Shadow to Light definitely did that because I had to consider what happened when you took Alice out of the picture, and how that changed what happened, and considered the inter-family relationships. So much of canon relies on Alice’s visions that things can’t just happen the same way. 

Hardest story to write: Shadow to Light isn’t easy because I have such a specific idea of how it plays out, how it ‘looks’ in my head, and because Alice is so fundamentally different to canon. More innocent when it comes to normal interactions, and so controlled because it meant life or death - but she’s still got to be Alice in a way that people can recognize. It also has to sound right? If I can’t get the right turn of phrase for one scene, it has to be put aside until I can work it out. 

 All These Broken Things is hard because I started it back in, like, 2014ish and my writing and understanding of the characters and canon has changed so much - plus there are a few sections that came to me quite early in the writing, and now sound really out of place, but are such a strong linchpin for the story that I have to rework them in. It’s a good kind of hard, though, because I’ve improved so much, my ideas and goals are more refined. 

Most disappointing:  Omens is a little bitch, honestly. I started it for a fic contest and kept going to explore Alice’s human life, and it doesn’t quite feel like my writing? It needs reworking, and be a little less obvious because I think the ‘four horsemen of the apocalypse’ is a good theme for a Human!Alice fic. 

Easiest story to write: Depends on my mood; Hybrid is great when I’m in kind of a ‘girls kicking ass’ mood and boot up my action girls playlist.

Biggest surprise:  Hybrid started as a love story that was basically ‘yeah, let’s make this shit super dramatic and overwrought’, and turned into this actual story with a huge focus on family and relationships. I can’t remember why I decided Alice’s father had a husband except that I was thinking about small town ‘otherness’, and LGBT+ people can and are still considered ‘other’ in these spaces. 

Then you add in Alice and Cynthia who are basically in the same boat but have been separated for their entire lives. Alice has knowledge in her corner, whilst having to fight through foster care, abuse, and hospital; whilst Cynthia has lived a very normal but privileged life as the daughter of a mixed-race same-sex couple in a very small town. I went full-hog with this, and added in an extended family, because I really hated how canon went balls-to-the-wall to isolate Bella from everyone, including Charlie. 

Like, this thing is a monster, and whilst I plan to sit down and rewrite the outline (which dates back to 2016, and I hate the ending of), I stopped outlining at 65 freaking chapters. 

Most unintentionally telling story:  I think this question that still confuses me finally gets a decent answer in The Dark and the Unknown - Jasper is seeing most of it from his perspective, and there isn’t a ton of dialogue. I’ve tried to avoid an info-dump, but it’s meant to be quite supernatural in tone, and focusing on vampire senses and gifts enhances that. 

Story I’d like to revise:  All These Broken Things wins that one. Due to the age of the piece, there are some pacing and tone issues in later chapters that are the reason I haven’t formally posted it. 

Story I didn’t write but will at some point, I swear: Oh man, I really want to finish A Thousand Years of Solitude, which is a Tanya fic. I’m really happy with what I’ve got so far, but it sounds smarter and more layered than it really is, so I’m kind of stuck. 

Mad World because Romani!Alice is super sassy and taking 0% of Swan or Cullen bullshit - I think 90% of my fic is just me going, “yeah, that’s not how normal people react.” And I’m a sucker for gothic horror. 

What else? Aww, Against A Wall which is AU Human Jasper coming from the shittiest home, and Alice finding him. It’s meant to be short, and another one I have a really clear idea of how it needs to work. 

And the one where Alice’s gift is a sentient power that pushes her to follow it; that Bad Things happen if she doesn’t; that Renesmee was always Endgame for Something, and Alice was a key piece to get that result. Or the one where Aro takes Alice as a ‘guest’ for a period because of Edward and Bella, and Alice’s gift is basically broken. 

Good times. I have like 5 years of fic on this computer, we could be here for awhile. 

[cursedmenagerie]

I took a v needed break from blog work today but the imagination never sleeps so here are some musings I've had while doing irl stuff:

Not exactly applicable to the blog but I'm passionate about it so here it is - we've not had a main line series appearance of Ganondorf (not bestial Ganon, but the gerudo king himself) in LoZ since Twilight Princess, assuming we don't count remakes like Wind Waker on the Wii U and so on. I think that's the main reason people are going nuts over dehydrated Ganondorf in the BotW 2 teaser (and rightfully so). I'm also excited, obviously, but it also makes me long for the Zelda themed D&D campaign I drafted up months ago bc I had an NPC heavily connected to Ganondorf.

Back to blog applicable stuff. How fucking SICK would it be to see Aloy or Auron in the world of Cyberpunk. I'm adding that verse ASAP even tho I know exactly 1.3% of the lore of the games. Skfhsj

Additionally compatible Cyberpunk AU muses: Eugene for obvious reasons, Lola because when don't I involve her in rage-against-the-system punk shit, and Markus actually bc why not throw an android in that mix.

I want to write drabbles again. Like I've done fic, I'm currently writing fic, but I want some short form stuff again. And I wanna write drabbles not just with canon characters or mutuals' muses but some crossover stuff between my muses too. I've mentioned before like Aloy and Khad would surprisingly get along despite their wildly different worlds but all four of the muses being added soon (Khad, Aloy, Eugene, and Alak) are all in the same age range as are Lola & Mae. Why not explore them meeting. That's something I miss from like my oooold old school rping days, throwing random characters together to watch the chaos unfold.

I still haven't had any threads w/ Ralyanis! I don't mean that as a complaint I'm more surprised. But to be fair Ja'irzu and Aesatel, the other two of my TES trio, each only have one thread atm. Guess that makes sense. But I wanna explore her soon.

I haven't actually mentioned yet but I found a spot-on fc for Eugene! I wanna wait til I'm on desktop to actually give a side by side with him and the in-game model but y'all. He's perfect.

I'm waiting to explore sexuality with certain muses. I don't talk about it too often really, I guess bc most of my muses are OCs and don't wanna fall into the cliche of that being all they are? But I'm dying to watch Aloy explore her being bi, Eugene has no clue what to call himself these days after what, seven years in Conduit prison? I also like, want to explore Markus' too. Like early in his deviancy when he realizes hey, with personhood comes the possibility of romance (barring the stuff with North because I don't personally go for that with my interpretation of Markus). How would he define his attractions, does he feel a pull towards androids or humans or both? That's something I never really got around to on his original blog.

[creideamhgradochas]

Thanks to the lovely @abovethesmokestacks for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely Pia, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?

I started back in 2008 when I was 21 years old.

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I do enjoy both, but lately it's been more reader inserts. It's challenge to write a good reader insert, to make them a natural part of the setting, to make them relatable to your audience and find a way to make them click with the other characters. Because they are meant to be a character you should be able to see yourself in, it tests your ability to make the character both approachable to a wide range of readers, yet specific enough to mesh with the story. 

3) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Well, I have been called the angst queen on numerous occasions. Apparently I am a sucker for making myself and others hurt. 

4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Oh Jesus, probably one of the Twilight fics I wrote during the dark days of my ff.net run. I got swept up in the hype and with a few exceptions, I have no qualms about tossing those fics into a volcano. 

5) When is your preferred time to write?

When I have both inspiration, motivation and time. Sadly, sometimes that happens at night and let's just say I have sometimes sacrificed sleep in favour of a story. Generally, though, I don't have a preferred time of day.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

From anything and everything. Something I've seen or heard or experienced, videos I've seen, songs I've listened to.

7) In your Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavors fic, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

The final scenes of Assorted Flavours is close to my heart. Same with the scene in the Easy As Pie-chapter where they discuss Bucky's metal arm.

8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

I haven't made major amendments. Someone may have pointed out typos or missing words which I have edited, but nothing storyline-wise. 

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

I am a sucker for a lot of Seb's characters, especially Bucky and Hal. And Chris Beck. They are fun to write and there is so much that can be done and explored with them. 

10) Who is your least favorite character to write for? Why?

I wanna preface this by saying it's not so much I dislike them as I find them hard to write well. Tony and Thor hard for me to write because I can't seem to connect as easily with them as I can with other characters, and I'd hate to do these guys wrong.

11) How did you come up with the title for the Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavors?

This is the eternal struggle with me, to come up with a good title. I knew I wanted something that alluded to reader being a baker and one my Spotify playlist shuffled to Emily Browning's rendition of Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This). For the sequel series, I wanted to continue on the same theme, and my friend Loup helped me land on Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavours. 

12) How did you come up with the idea for Sweet Dreams - Assorted Flavours?

I am not entirely sure anymore, but it may have included a conversation about Bucky Barnes (or Seb, or both) and cupcakes, and evolved into an idea about Bucky finding a nightopen bakery during one of his nightly walks through Brooklyn (because obviously). 

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I have two. One is a Twilight fic that I abandoned and deleted when I left behind my ff.net account for good. It was never going to get finished and I didn't want any WIPs on the account. I didn't delete the account, it's basically there as an archive, but yeah. Deleted that story because I was never going to finish it. The second fic is a Gilmore Girls collab fic I started YEARS ago with a friend from Australia. It was put on hiatus when my friend started writing original fiction. That one I would love to finish, but I don't know how likely that is.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

None that I am really aching to do a sequel for. That being said, with the right inspiration, I could possibly nake a third fic in the little verse I created with Hal in Cling To Me and Cling To You.

15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

Surprisingly, no. I've been happy with the endings to all of my fics.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Are we talking other fanfic writers or other fiction writers? For fanfic writers, just go into my fic rec tag. All of them are immensely talented in their own way. I will give special props to the writers of Not Easily Conquered because what they did with that series has fucked me up for life and I have the tattoo to prove it. For fiction writers, I do love Rowling for what she created with Harry Potter. I remember reading the books as they were published and just... I was mezmerized! I also love everything Neil Gaiman writes, it's dark and quirky and has that little something that takes hold of you. I can reread Pullman's His Dark Materials over and over just for the amazing world and mythology he created for that series. 

17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

I usually don't reread stories I haven't clicked with, so not really.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Both. I have a Bucky playlist on Spotify that I usually crank whenever I am writing a fic that features him. But I can just as well write in silence.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Yes. I cried while writing With Him I Will Stay and Goodbye for example.

20) Which part of your Sweet Dreams fic was the hardest to write?

There wasn't one part that was specifically harder to write than others. I do sometimes get stuck on transitions, how to move from one scene to the next as smoothly as possible. If anything, writing Sweet Dreams has taught me that sometimes it's totally okay to just shift scenes and not make a big deal out of it. Not everything has to be complex.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Often I have a rough idea of how I want things to play out, focus points that I want to include that function as pit stops for me as I write. The only time I haven't made a clear outline was for Kintsugi. I let the prompt guide me and hopes like hell it made sense.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

That it's a process and you learn. I was so worried about writing perfectly. When I started out in the Gilmore Girls fandom and posting at ff.net, it was really common to have a beta reader. I was new, I had no one to beta read and I kept obsessing over getting things right until I realized that I didn't HAVE to have a beta reader and that yeah, I made mistakes but I could learn from them and from reading other what other people wrote.

23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Maybe Snapshots. Or my T.J fic. I love them both dearly.

24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Not to the point where it's an eye roll because I do like the attention my fics get. I was very surprised though by the amount of notes that flooded in for a drabble called Fight Night.

25) Are any of your characters based on real people?

I haven't really made use of a lot of OC's. Aiden from Make Me Feel Like I'm Real is the only one that qualifies and with him it's all in how he looks. When I came up with him, I had a very vivid image of a man that looked like a mix of Donald Glover and Daveed Diggs. His personality came quite naturally as he started interacting more with T.J.

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

There are so many that have made me blush so hard. One that I remember very vividly was when @lostinthoughtsandfeelings-blog commented on Soft Devotion that it made them feel the same kind of empowerment that the Wonder Woman soundtrack evoked!

27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

I have been very lucky so far in the criticism that I've gotten. Mostly it's just been typos or something similar that's been pointed out. When I started out on ff.net there were a few who commented that they didn't understand where I was going with a certain story. I think for one fic I got a comment about having dragged it out for too long, but that's about it.

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I do share some of them, simply because I get excited about them or because it's an idea that comes from a conversation that ends with "I need to fic this!!"

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

My husband knows, but he doesn't really know what it is (despite my attempts to explain). A few of my old school mates know I write, but otherwise no. I don't really talk about writing fan-fiction with people outside the fandoms I write for.

30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?

I love Steve's parts in Sweet Dreams, and anything that involves Sam.

31) What spurs you on during the writing process?

If I'm writing a series, the feedback from previous chapters do so much to encourage me. Feedback in general motivates me. I often ask friends to give me feedback on certain scenes or passages while I write and seeing their excitement does a lot to help me push through and finish.

32) What’s your favorite trope to write?

AUs and A/B/O for sure.

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I can't remember exactly which one, but it was a Gilmore Girls fic.

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

I'd love to say fluff, but angst just hurts so good, and getting screamed at in caps-lock is kinda fun.

[buskidsburgade]

Cody ‘Verse Drabbles

A/N: since it’s taking me 500 years to write anything these days I thought I’d share a few drabbles from this au  (more context here) where Jemma finds and ultimately adopts a little boy stranded on Maveth.

The last two prompts are excerpts/missing moments from the next chapter of Learning to Breathe. A little bit of Fitz with Cody. 

Prompt: “Watch your step.”

“Careful,” Jemma chides as he gets out too far ahead of her, moving faster than his balance will allow for long.

“I’m careful,” Cody objects. He’s using the wall to stay upright, both hands pressed against the rough brick and clipping along pretty well for someone who has to shuffle sideways.

“The floor’s cement out here,” Jemma reminds him. “If you fall, it’s going to hurt. There isn’t any carpet or mats like in our room.”

“Cement,” Cody repeats, drawing out the c into a long serpent's hiss. He pauses to peer down at the hallway floor, kick it lightly with his heel, and she manages to catch up with him again. “Cement’s not a mineral. I know all the minerals.”

He resumes his rapid shuffle along the hallway, clawing hand over hand is if he’s climbing the bricks sideways. The intense vertigo of planet-hopping has kept him nearly-immobile for weeks now, and all the pent-up energy has just been waiting for a release. 

“You’re right. It’s a lime or calcium silicate mixture. I suppose it would be more accurate to say the floor is concrete, because the cement has to mix with sand to form a stable, solid surface.”

“The floor’s sand?” Cody asks, turning to look at her without breaking his pace. A seam that has lifted into a bit of a ledge near the wall trips him up and Jemma lunges to grab his elbow before he can go crashing to the floor.

“Watch where you’re going, please,” she implores, putting him back on his feet.

“How’s the floor sand?” Cody asks. 

As soon as she lets go of him he’s back to a near-run.

Prompt: “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

When Lincoln finally comes home, he flies into the big international airport in DC. His flight lands at ten o’clock at night, and Daisy planned to pick him up, but she, Coulson, Mack, and Fitz are pulled away to save the world - or Montana anyway - last minute. Which is how May, Jemma, and Cody end up standing around baggage claim nine at 10:30 PM.

“Is he coming yet?” Cody asks, impatiently flapping the poster board he’d spent the better part of the afternoon coloring with Lincoln’s name in big block letters (missing the second L).

“I don’t see him, Monkey,” Jemma says, hand on his shoulder and eyes fixed on the escalators. “But he’ll be here any minute.”

As with most of the big, public places he’s been, Cody doesn’t like the airport much. It’s very loud for one thing and far, far too crowded for another. The sheer number of people in the immediate vicinity hurts his head. But he thinks if he had to wait an extra minute to see Lincoln he’d probably explode, so he’d much rather be here than back on base.

“He’s still coming, isn’t he?” he asks, looking up at Jemma anxiously.

“Yes, love, he just texted me. It takes a little while to get off the plane though.”

Cody sighs and bounces from foot to foot. “Tell him to walk faster.”

“You can tell him yourself,” May says suddenly, nodding to a different escalator at the far end of the baggage claim area.

Lincoln, much more tanned and scruffed than he’d been when he left but definitely Lincoln, is just stepping off the last step.

“Cody!” Jemma yelps grabbing for him, but he’s already taken off at a sprint down the crowded aisle, the poster board fluttering in his wake.

“Lincoln!” he shouts seconds before crashing into him at full speed.

But Lincoln’s ready for him. He catches cody up in a bear hug, lifting him off the floor and turning in a circle with the momentum. His beard is scratchy against Cody’s cheek and his jacket smells funny, but Cody doesn’t mind at all.

“Hey, bud,” Lincoln murmurs into his shoulder. “I missed you.”

“Don’t leave anymore, okay?”

“Okay, deal.”

He lets Cody slide back to the floor as Jemma and May catch up. Jemma throws her arms around his neck in a hug almost as fierce as Cody’s and he spins her too, her toes at least a foot off the ground.

“Alright?” he asks when he sets her down again and there’s a lot in the question, a lot that makes Cody think he knows she cries at night still and sometimes sits in the closet with the door locked.

Cody is very glad he’s back.

“Hey, I got that, bud,” Lincoln says reaching for the overstuffed duffle bag Cody’s heaving off the floor. “It’s bigger than you are.”

“It’s not heavy,” Cody says, panting and wobbling a little with the excess weight, but adamantly refusing to allow Lincoln to lift it off his shoulders. “I’m stronger than I look.”

Lincoln’s grin is lost in his beard. “I believe it, kid.”

Prompt: “I made your favorite”

“Come on, Code.” Fitz’s voice comes from a long way away, like from underwater. “You’ve got to eat something. It’s chocolate chip pancakes. It’s your favorite.”

Cody blinks slowly, and Fitz’s face swims above him. Then his gaze slide past to the patch of lamplight on the ceiling.

Fitz eases himself down onto the floor, propped up on an elbow, and brushes the hair out of Cody’s eyes.

“What’ll Mum say when she wakes up and finds out you haven’t had anything?”

Go on, love. That’s what she’ll say. Go on, love. That’s the last thing she said to him and it’s all he can hear her saying.

Go where? Where is he supposed to go without her?

“Hunter’s making soup,” Fitz says and his voice is quiet and close now. There is a crease in his brow and he reaches over to rub his hand up and down Cody’s arm like he’s trying to warm him up. Like Cody’s turning to ice in the middle of the rug. “That sounds good, doesn’t it? You’ll have some of that?”

Cody turns his head to look at the gap under the couch. Fitz lets his breath out in a quiet puff.

“I’ll bring him a bowl when it’s ready.” This is Hunter, from a long way off again.

Fitz bends low to whisper in his ear, “You better eat that, or I’ll tell Mum on you.”

Then he kisses Cody’s temple and is gone and Cody lets his eyes drift closed.

Prompt: “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“You can hate me if you want.”

“What?” Fitz, half-asleep and reeling on three-and-a-half days of stress like nothing he’s ever dealt with, is sure he’s hearing things. He rolls over to look at Cody, who’s curled up on Jemma’s half of the bed, hugging her pillow to his chest..

“You can hate me,” Cody repeats and that’s definitely what he says. “Or be mad at me. You can shout at me if you want to.”

Fitz scrubs a hand over his face. “Honey, what are you talking about?”

“It’s my fault.” Cody’s voice wavers all over the place. “Mom and the baby. It’s my fault, and so it’s okay if you hate me, I understand.”

“Cody -” Fitz sits up and reaches over him to turn the lamp on. “This isn’t your fault, monkey. Hey - look at me, alright?”

He pulls the pillow back so Cody can see his face.

“First of all,” Fitz says, dabbing at Cody’s wet cheeks with his sleeve, “I could never hate you. You’re my kid, yeah? So I love you no matter what. Second, I’m not angry, not at you or at anyone. Maybe at myself for not being here, but definitely not at you, okay? Third - and I really need you to understand this one, okay? Because it’s important - this is not your fault.”

Cody’s face crumples. “I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean for it to - to happen. I’m sorry.”  

Fitz sighs, pulls him upright and gathers him against his chest. “It’s not your fault, honey. It’s not your fault.”

(Read more of this serries on AO3)

[normalisjustafairytale]

Thank you for 1000 followers!

To celebrate that after 3 and a half years (actually active) on this site, I have somehow managed to reach 1000 followers - I figured I’d stray away from the typical follow forever and instead do a fic rec filled with my absolute favourite Olicity fics, ones that I happily reread often, or am just plain obsessed with. 

Before I get to them however, I want to thank one follower in particular. 

@ah-maa-zing - for some crazy reason - followed me back in 2014 when I actually started to use tumblr, and got active in the Arrow/Olicity fandom. She was my first follower - period - somehow following me before any pornbots managed to. Her following me back then meant a big deal to me. It helped me to feel as though I was welcome here, and that I wasn’t just shouting invalid points into a void. For those reasons, as well as just because you to this day still follow me, I thank you. <3 :) 

Onto the Olicity Fic Rec

Monsters in the Dark

This season 1 au by @writergirlwrites is by far my favourite Olicity fic ever. I honestly cannot tell you how many times I have reread it - but know that in the last few years there has been many upon many a time. I would 1000% sell my soul for a sequel, but it is probably best for my own health that one will probably never happen. I think I’d die if that happened. It’s one of a kind imo. 

Pink on Green - Pink on Green: Reloaded - Pink on Green: Revolutions 

@sssssssim‘s goddamn Pink on Green collection. Between the three of these parts there are over 300 olicity fics. I have so many favourite ficlets, drabbles and every au you could imagine scattered among this series that I tend to just read through it all. (Thank you self for being a fast reader) On days when I’m feeling down, and my brain is being a bit short with me but I desperately want to read something to brighten my spirits, this series is perfect. 

Let Your Heart Be Light

This Holiday AU was actually the first fanfic I ever read. Before I finally gave in and read @callistawolf‘s fic I had been adamant that I was not going to fall that far down the rabbit hole, imagine if me then knew that me now had read or at least tried to read essentially every olicity fic on AO3 LOL but alas I succumbed to this fic after having seen it pop up on my dash over and over and OVER. I fell in love, and it pushed me down the hole, for better or worse.

Core Curriculum Series

This series by @dettiot is one of the more fun I’ve come across. She essentially wrote out the outcome for olicity in multiple earths who are similar, but had one choice here or there that caused the outcome to happen in drastically different ways. The pairs story starts in Women’s Studies, followed by a showcase of four different journeys they could have gone on to get back to one another. This series never fails to cheer me up. I love it.

Two Men, Same Name

This fic is still in the process of being written, but I adore the shit outta the damn thing. I mean honestly, how can you not when @dettiot and @melsanfo throw not one, but TWO Oliver Queens at you??? The answer is you can’t. And then they throw another [redacted] into the mix and just. AAAH. It’s so much fun to see Oliver in two different mental states, but still the same in their core playing off one another. It’s glorious.

Legacy Verse 

I’ll admit, in the beginning I was super skeptical about a fanfic that not only was first person(something I find super hard to perfect), but also was centered around Oliver and Felicity’s children - mainly their son, Jonathan. But, I gave Legacy a chance and OH MY GOD. I fell hard and fast for that sassy asshole. @ash818 created these fully fledged original characters that work so perfectly with who Oliver and Felicity(and the rest of team arrow) are. It’s become a universe all on it’s own, with aus of it’s own. I honestly don’t know what I would do without Jon, Tish, Abby, Terry and Elaine. I love them all so much. You will have your heart broken at points but you will love it.

The Firebird 

I honestly don’t know what it is about this fic that makes me love it so much, but I do. I find an Oliver who has been so taken and tortured by the league - truly Al-Sah-Him - fascinating, and @supersillyanddorky06 captures him in the exact way I imagined he would be. There is a hint of Beauty and the Beast to this story, and it works just oh so well. I cannot recommend this fic enough, even though Matty is trying to torture me by holding back that last chapter ;) 

The Predator 

At this point, I don’t think it is possible to be in this fandom and not have at least heard of this fic. If you haven’t, WELL. Allow me to introduce you to a dark, almost twisted Olicity who while in their core are still the Olicity we’ve come to love - due to circumstance are more deadly, passionate and just pure fire. They are on this path of becoming each others anchors in a torturous world that will not hesitate destroy them in an instant, but they would burn it to the ground before allowing that to happen. It is truly thrilling to read and I am so grateful that @supersillyanddorky06 is sharing it.

To Sacrifice the Sun

This fic is just so good. I honestly get excited whenever I see a new update. I don’t quite know how to describe it other then that it is a beautiful mixture of an Oliver and Felicity who are both clearly still love with each other, and where both have been touched by darkness since they broke up and just desperately want to reconnect but neither really know how. Not without facing a pain that the one is terrified of and the other doesn’t realize exists. Said pain is not something everyone would want to read about - so be wary if you need to be. None the less, @emmilynestill has created such a wonderful au that also gets the history nerd in me excited because of such an epic setting. Be prepaird for a lot of feels. 

we burst into colors of sparks and sunflowers

I have such a deep love for this story for many reasons, part because it’s a Hogwarts Olicity au but also because it is just plain epic in it’s reach. Now, this isn’t your typical Olicity fic. It’s an Arrow and Teen Wolf crossover that takes place in a Harry Potter setting. So be prepared for not only Olicity, but also Sterek at the forefront. I love everything about this fic, from Felicity being a Hufflepuff, while Oliver and Derek are Gryffindor and Stiles a Slytherin. To the best friend/almost sibling combos of Felicity and Stiles vs Oliver and Derek. Not to mention, I’m a sucker for fics that take advantage of the fact that Colton was on both shows and make Jackson and Roy twins. And any fic with Sin in it is better off for it, specially when she is commentating Quidditch games.  @howl-to-the-wind created what to me is one of the most well rounded out fics out there, and I adore it immensely. 

[akiirameta]

massive KaiSoo fanfic rec

Some of my personal favorites. A lot of nonAU and college AU. Not a lot of angst. Please remember to leave the writer an upvote, a comment or kudos if you enjoyed their work. Let me know if any of the information below is incorrect, especially concerning the warnings.

Actual fic rec after the cut, in no particular order.

like a disney movie 

setting: amusement park AU warnings: side pairings: about: Kyungsoo temporarily loses his voice and is pranked by his coworkers. Wonderful Tonight  

setting: university AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: They are a bit awkward on their (technically) first date. freefall (into my arms) 

setting: nonAU / predebut AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Falling in love takes time, but Kyungsoo gets there. The Lines and Spaces between Us 

setting: university AU warnings: homophobia, character death side pairings: Jongin/Jinri about: Jongin is confused about his sexuality, and it’s Kyungsoo’s fault. Interrobang 

setting: university AU, genius!Jongin and student!Kyungsoo warnings: major angst, language, mentions of sexual assault side pairings: - about: Jongin is a little strange, but awfully smart. They meet by chance. Real. 

setting: coffees hop worker!Kyungsoo and idol!Jongin warnings: partially rated M side pairings: - about: Online dating and meeting in real life for the first time. Waxing & Waning: Two Moons 

setting: nonAU warnings: angst, partially rated M side pairings: Kaistal about: Their journey through their career, starting predebut. It’s complicated.

Take your heart (and add it to mine) 

setting: ballet!Jongin and artist!Kyungsoo warnings: rated R, but only a tiny part side pairings: - about: definitely more on the humour side, contains a major plot twist let's get physical 

setting: personal trainer!Jongin warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo is best friends with Chanyeol and goes to the gym because Jongin works there. Spaghetti Kiss 

setting: nonAU warnings: rated M side pairings: - about: Jongin is jealous of Kyungsoo's spaghetti kiss with Kwangsoo. hold this moment 

setting: nonAU warnings: rated NC-17 side pairings: - about: set after Jongin and Kyungsoo touch foreheads during a performance. Sweet Surprise 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo bakes Jongin cookies because Jongin is injured. shatter, shatter (like once before) 

setting: nonAU warnings: angst, rated R side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo falls for Jongin. Starcasts 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo comforts Jongin Reversal 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: slight XiuHan about: Jongin warming up to Kyungsoo during their trainee days Only Want You 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin needs Kyungsoo to comfort him after he had a nightmare heliotrope (heal me) 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Trainee days, slice of life Sprain 

setting: nonAU warnings: hospital setting side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo gets injured, Jongin worries

Drunken Bravery 

setting: nonAU warnings: underage drinking (based on American laws) side pairings: slight Taoris and Xiuhan about: Jongin wonders what he's like when he's drunk Hyung, Grab My Hand 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: both of them are unsure about the other’s feelings Stage Kiss 

setting: nonAU warnings: crossdressing side pairings: about: Kyungsoo has to dress as a girl and kiss one of his members on stage Worth the Trouble 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: warming up during trainee days + debut era Sincerely, Kai: A Case Study 

setting: nonAU / idol life warnings: angst side pairings: BFFJongin/Moonkyu about: Jongin has to write a journal while being a trainee My Favorite 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: implied Hunhan about: Jongin sticking to Kyungsoo while preparing for their comeback Love Game 

setting: nonAU / idol life, Prince of Tennis musical warnings: - side pairings: - about: This is more Prince of Tennis than Kaisoo, but still really cute Spider Webs 

setting: nonAU warnings: rated NC-17 for inexplicit smut side pairings: mentioned Krisyeol about: Jongin is mean, Kyungsoo is sweet. But are they really like that? his kyungsoo and red scooter (or so he thinks) 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: mentioned Xiuhan about: based on Kaisoo riding the red scooter during the AIMA Mix Bicycle Fanmeet on 8/8/14 (for woohyunized) Butterflies 

setting: predebut AU / idol life warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin struggles with being a trainee, Kyungsoo helps Butterflies 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin is helplessly in love excuse you 

setting: nonAU warnings: forced dieting side pairings: - about: more on the humour/crack side, Kyungsoo is forced to drop a few pounds

When Jealousy Hits Jongin 

setting: nonAU warnings: jealous relationship side pairings: - about: Jongin gets jealous of the other EXO members Food Shortage 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo stops cooking food for everybody, EXO being overdramatic Of Late Night Kisses 

setting: nonAU / band!verse warnings: - side pairings: about: inspired by their Valentine’s Day date 2014 imperfections 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: about grumpy Jongin and the attraction to someone’s lips, part of a series of drabbles Until I Met You 

setting: slice of life, writer!Kyungsoo and CEO!Jongin warnings: narcolepsy, insomnia, anxiety, depression, mentioned death side pairings: - about: Jongin and Kyungsoo both have sleep problems, but of a very different kind and due to very different reasons

Long Distance Nerdship 

setting: YouTuber!Jongin and Fanboy!kyungsoo warnings: language side pairings: Baekyeol about: Kyungsoo accidentally likes the oldest of Jongin’s Instagram pictures Go away (but move closer) 

setting: university AU warnings: includes smut side pairings: - about: Jongin finds new friends at university, but Kyungsoo scares him Urinal 

setting: 1960s American high school AU warnings: partially rated M, abduction, abuse, sexual assault side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo lives a very sheltered life, Jongin helps him get to know more of the world What a Beautiful Mess This Is 

setting: office worker!Kyungsoo and cleaning service!Jongin warnings: contains smut side pairings: Baekyeol about: Kyungsoo’s life is hectic, so he hires someone to clean his apartment. That someone is Jongin Wrong Number 

setting: ordinary life AU (?) warnings: - side pairings: Hunhan, Baekyeol about: Kyungsoo accidentally calls the wrong number, but things still work out Date Me (Just Say You Do)  

setting: store worker!Jongin warnings: - side pairings: Krisho, Baekyeol about: Kyungsoo uses cheesy pick-up lines (they work)

Something Cheesy and Clichéd 

setting: unspecified warnings: - side pairings: - about: Suho ships Kaisoo a lot. Definitely funny. Senpai Noticed Me 

setting: writer AU warnings: - side pairings: KrisLay about: Kyungsoo writes fanfiction, Jongin is his fanboy. Funny! baby, there's no other 

setting: fanboy!Jongin and idol!Kyungsoo warnings: - side pairings: one-sided Xiuhan about: Kyungsoo is an idol, Jongin is his fan Yellow Chrysanthemum 

setting: wedding planner!Kyungsoo warnings: (slight) infidelity side pairings: Jinri/Jongin about: Jongin is about to marry Jinri. Kyungsoo is mute and hired as their wedding planner. keyboard smash my love 

setting: online dating AU /collegeAU warnings: - side pairings: Chanbaek about: Chanyeol signs Kyungsoo up for an online dating site. Listen To Me 

setting: coffeeshop AU, writer!Kyungsoo warnings: rated NC-17, graphic description of domestic abuse, unprotected sex, smut side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo is a writer and doesn’t talk due to trauma. Paper Mâché 

setting: high school AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo moves a lot. He finds his comfort in cardboard boxes. playing nurse (and its repercussions) 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: Krisho about: Kyungsoo is sick, Jongin takes care of him. (even if i'm soft-spoken) please understand me 

setting: amusement park AU warnings: mentions of mental illness side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo works in an amusement. Even though his tattoos and piercings do not suggest it, Jongin has social anxiety.

All the Way to the Stairway 

setting: neighbours AU warnings: mentions of smut side pairings: - about: Jongin discovers that the guy he has a crush on works for a phone sex line.

Hook, Line, and Sinker 

setting: college AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin is a nerd, and Kyungsoo is a badboy.

rumors / gossip / public display of affection 

setting: high school AU warnings: crime mentions side pairings: - about: There are a lot of rumours about Jongin. He isn’t as scary as he looks.

[my muse]

setting: painter!Jongin and college student! Kyungsoo warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin has to finish his work for the art exhibition next month. Kyungsoo is a fan.

love and other ailments

setting: high school AU warnings: - side pairings: Baekyeol about: Sehun and Jongin are roommates. Kyungsoo is the newest addition to their circle of friends. sprinkles of summer 

setting: ice cream shop AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo likes vanilla ice cream. Jongin likes chocolate ice cream. the perfect way to cure an upset heart 

setting: nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo gets jealous of their fangirls. how about a cup of coffee and a side of you 

setting: coffee shop AU warnings: - side pairings: Hunhan about: Jongin has a summer job at his cousin’s coffee job. His summer gets a lot better once Kyungsoo shows up. save the date 

setting: ordinary life AU warnings: - side pairings: Chanbaek about: Jongin counts their dates. Incredibly sweet. [untitled] 

setting: high school AU warnings: mentions of violence side pairings: - about: Jongin keeps getting himself into trouble, Kyungsoo isn’t happy. [untitled] 

setting: unspecified / suggested nonAU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin leaves marks wherever he goes. The 12th Floor of Apartment E 

setting: neighbours AU / college AU warnings: - side pairings: Xiuhan, Taoris, Baekyeol, (Seho) about: OT12 all live on the same floor of an apartment building. Redamancy 

setting: college AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo and Jongin are roommates. Take A Bite (Of My Heart) 

setting: gay neighbourhood AU warnings: - side pairings: Hoonsik (Hyunsik/Ilhoon), Krisho, Hunhan about: Kyungsoo discovers he is gay after he discovers his roommate is.

#ImSoInLove 

setting: Instagram celebrity AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin and Kyungsoo run a food blog together.

Theory of Relativity 

setting: college AU warnings: - side pairings: Hunhan, mentioned Sesoo about: Jongin is a physics major and works in a record store. Kyungsoo is roommates with Sehun, Jongin’s co-worker. Heartstrings 

setting: soulmates AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo had always been curious about the string tied to his wrist. The Millionaire Matchmaker 

setting: CEO AU warnings: very mild sexual references side pairings: - about: Do Kyungsoo is a successful matchmaker in Seoul. Jongin is training to be the CEO of his father’s company.

Clubrooms & Weirdos 

setting: college AU warnings: lots of swearing side pairings: Hunhan, Baekyeol about: OT12 form a club in college, not really doing much. Very funny!

Venus

setting: high school AU warnings: - side pairings: Baekyeol about: Kyungsoo dumps iced coffee over Jongin’s shirt. He is not amused.

Stained Glass 

setting: art academy AU warnings: - side pairings: - about: Jongin looks a little unconventional. He falls in love with Kyungsoo’s singing.

Sweetheart, It's Our Secret! 

setting: idol!Jongin and CEO!Kyungsoo warnings: partly rated M side pairings: Hunhan, Baekyeol about: Jongin and Kyungsoo get caught in a dating scandal and decide to go for it.

Take a look outside 

setting: dancer!Jongin and office worker!Kyungsoo warnings: - side pairings: - about: Kyungsoo is scared of flights. Jongin is his seat neighbour on their flight to New York.

[adiwriting]

Unbinding

Last month I posted a prologue to a story I never ended up writing. It was a soulmate AU that just never quite worked out the way I wanted it to, so I dropped it. I’ve gotten a few requests to write some drabbles/one-shots in that verse. So here you all go ;) 

Alternatively, you can read this on AO3. 

Felicity Smoak is 7 years old when her father abandons her. Up until now, her life has been perfect. She’s had everything she’s ever wanted. But when her father leaves, he takes her entire world with him.

There’s no explanation. He leaves no note. The only signs that anything is amiss are her crying mother, his missing things, and an empty chair at the dinner table. It’s for the best that he doesn’t try to explain himself. There are no words he could possibly say to make any of it okay.

Felicity feels like she’s dying. It’s like somebody reached into her chest and ripped her heart from her body. She can’t breathe. She is utterly gutted by his abandonment.

And then… she’s not.

At least, she’s not drowning in feelings of inadequacy and loneliness like she should be. The sadness is still there, but it’s also mixed with something else. A foreign emotion that she can’t quite place.

It’s almost like… hope?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t come from her. It’s pushing it’s way into her heart and making itself at home, despite having no logical reason to be there.

Her mother smiles when she listens to Felicity try and explain her feelings. She uses a word that Felicity has only ever heard in storybooks and movies.

Soulmate.

As she listens to her mother explain the concept to her, the feelings inside of her becomes less foreign. More settled. She welcomes the emotions, knowing that it’s her soulmates way of taking care of her, even from a distance.

Somewhere out there is a boy who loves her and cares about her, even if he’s never met her before.

It doesn’t completely erase her depression. It doesn’t stop her from feeling sadness over her father’s abandonment. She still feels worthless at times. On her darker days, she grows angry at the boy that continues to share his feelings of love with her. How can a boy who’s never met her, care so deeply? How can he love her when her own father couldn’t?

On her darkest days, she prays she never meets her soulmate. She fears that he’ll take one look at her and run for the hills just like her dad. After all, the kids at school do nothing but tease her for being a nerd, why should her soulmate be any different?

But no matter how upset she gets. No matter how many nights she cries herself to sleep, he’s always there. And eventually, after a year of living without her father, she begins to accept the way things are. She begins to understand that things are never going back to the way they were, and she owes it to her mother, her soulmate, and more importantly, herself, to try and be happy.

And for a few years, she is.

When she’s 10 years old, she falls to the ground grasping her arm in pain. Several of the YMCA staff surround her on the playground trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“What happened?” Ms. Gilbert asks.

“Did you fall?” asks Mr. Frank.

“Somebody go get Ms. Calendar,” cries Mrs. Wilder.

Felicity can’t explain it. She hadn’t been doing anything. She’d been sitting on the bench, reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets when suddenly, her arm felt like it had been snapped in two and she’d fallen to the ground crying out in pain.

“Felicity, I need to see your arm,” Ms. Gilbert says, reaching out to gently remove Felicity’s other arm from her injured one.

“It hurts,” she cries.

Ms. Gilbert carefully straightens out her arms and examines it closely.

“It doesn’t look injured,” Ms. Gilbert says. “What were you doing?”

“Reading,” Felicity says, wiping the ever flowing tears from her eyes. “It’s broken.”

“I don’t think it’s broken,” Mr. Frank says.

Felicity glares at him. What does he know? He’s a part-time staff member at the YMCA. He’s hardly a medical professional.

“Well it hurts!” she yells at him.

Ms. Calendar, the youth director, comes out of the building to inspect her arm.

“What happened, Felicity?” she asks.

“I was just reading,” she says, crying out as a new wave of pain hits her.

“Are you sure that was all you were doing?” Ms. Calendar asks, taking her arm and slowly moving it around. “You weren’t doing something you weren’t supposed to and are scared to tell us?”

Felicity glares at the woman for insinuating that she’s a liar. “I was reading.”

“That’s all the kid does,” Mrs. Wilder says.

“Very well,” Ms. Calendar says. “She’ll need to go to the hospital to get checked out.”

“I can’t go to the hospital,” Felicity cries. “We don’t have insurance.”

“Very well,” Ms. Calendar says. “The free clinic then. Somebody should call Donna Smoak and let her know.”

Three hours later, Felicity is sitting in a bed at the free clinic as a doctor explains to her mother that the X-Rays are clean and there’s nothing wrong with her.

“It’s him,” Felicity says, sitting up as she finally puts all the pieces together in her mind.

She hadn’t been doing anything when she’d gotten hurt. She’d just been sitting there reading. There was no reason why she should be in pain. Her arm isn’t red. There’s no bruising. The doctor just told them that the X-Ray is clean.

Still, the pain had been blinding, so she knows it wasn’t just in her head. It all makes so much more sense now.

“It’s who, Sweetheart?” her mom asks.

“My soulmate,” she says, a smile growing as she realizes that she’s finally able to return the favor. For over a year, he’d been there supporting her through the worst of her pain. Even now, whenever she’s having a bad day, she can feel him there, giving her strength.

“Your soulmate?” the doctor says, an amused smile on his face. “Aren’t you a little young to be feeling your soulmate already?”

Felicity shakes her head. “He must have gotten hurt. That’s why I was in pain.”

Her mom and the doctor look at each other, sharing a knowing glance.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” she asks. “It was him?”

“It would explain why you were in such intense pain without any symptoms,” the doctor says.

“I thought the medical community didn’t believe in soulmates,” Donna teases him.

“Scientifically speaking, no,” the doctor says. “But I’ve seen enough cases like Felicity’s to know some things can’t be explained by science.”

“Just because you don’t know yet, doesn’t mean it doesn’t have an explanation,” Felicity says with a shrug. “Look at all the scientist who were wrong in the past. Doctors used to believe in humorism.”

“How do you know about humorism?” the doctor asks.

“I read,” she says.

“She goes through a book a day,” her mom says with the kind of pride that always makes Felicity blush.

“Well, either way, I believe you,” the doctor says. “And I think it was very brave of you to take on all of that pain for your soulmate. He must really appreciate it.

Felicity smiles at the thought of easing her soulmates pain.

“He does the same for me,” she says.

The doctor turns back to her mom. “I’m fairly certain that the worst of it is over. If she’s not feeling pain now, it’s likely her soulmate sought medical attention and is on painkillers of his own. Still, feel free to give her children’s Tylenol if she complains. If it gets worse, come back in and I’ll write you a prescription for something stronger.”

“Thank you, doctor,” her mom says, helping Felicity down from the bed.

“Thanks,” Felicity says.

“You just keep taking care of your boy,” the doctor says, leading them out of the room and towards the nurse’s station so her mom can take care of the paperwork.

Being curious as she always is, she peeks into several of the other rooms. The one that stops her in her tracks is the Hispanic couple. The woman is lying in bed as a doctor stitches up her side. The man next to her is holding her hand, clutching his own side as he cries out in pain.

“See? Soulmates,” the doctor leans over to whisper into her ear, startling her.

She looks up to meet his eyes and he winks at her.

The nurse gives Felicity a lollipop and a Superman sticker, which she promptly puts on her bookmark. It’ll remind her of her soulmate and she likes that.

Her mom leads her to the bus stop and they sit down and wait for the next bus to take them home. It’ll be at least a twenty minute wait and a forty minute ride home if everything goes according to plan.

She opens up her copy of Harry Potter and begins the process of trying to find her spot. She’d lost it when she’d dropped her book on the playground earlier today.

“Hey, Sweetheart?”

“Hmm?” Felicity responds, her eyes not leaving the page as she tries to determine if she’s read that section before.

“I’m really proud of you,” she says.

Felicity looks up from her book to find her mom smiling down at her with watery eyes.

“Why?” she asks, reaching up to wipe a tear from her mom’s face.

“Not everyone chooses love,” her mom tells her.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“Some people choose to turn it off,” her mom says.

“Why would they do that?”

Felicity might be the smartest kid in her school, but that’s all about literacy and numbers. She can read at a 9th grade level and solve 12th grade math problems. But book smart isn’t everything. And when it comes to understanding people, Felicity knows she still has a lot to learn.

“Because sometimes it’s easier to be alone than it is to try and carry somebody else’s burdens as well as your own.”

Felicity doesn’t understand what her mother means by that. She’s experienced pain and she’s experienced having it taken away by the person who was made for you. She doesn’t understand why anybody would turn that off.

Then she turns twenty.

With a dead boyfriend, an empty heart, and near daily pain and suffering, Felicity learns just how easy it is to turn it off, because her soulmate does. He doesn’t offer her an ounce of comfort or hope as she struggles to make it through each day without Cooper. He’s severed his connection to her. He doesn’t want to feel her pain anymore.

And there are moments when she gets it. When she’s screaming out as she feels like she’s being stabbed in the stomach and her roommate is telling her to shut it off, she understands where he’s coming from. She sees what her mom had been getting at. How can she continue to take on his pain when she has so much of her own?

But she doesn’t turn it off. Even if he can, she never will.

After all, how can she fault a man for not wanting to comfort her heartbreak when he’s clearly being tortured on a regular basis.

So she carries on. She takes every shot, shoulders every bruise, because she knows what it feels like to be alone, and she doesn’t want that for him.

And all along, she prays that one day, it will be enough for him. That he’ll see how much she cares and be willing to open their connection again.

But even if he never does, she won’t cut him off. Because when she was seven and didn’t know how to breathe on her own, let alone put one foot in front of the other, he was there for her. So she’ll be there for him.

Even if it kills them both.

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[a-smoakiism]

Holy cannoli somehow, some way, I have been writing as Felicity Megan Smoak for two whole years now and I just cannot believe that I’ve been able to stick with her for this long. Two years, four hundred plus followers and one blog move later but here we are I seriously have been so emotional over this that I don’t know what to say besides thank you. While I have only been writing as Felicity on here for two years I have been role playing in many different fandoms for a lot longer than that across the internet, but I decided to make a tumblr blog two years ago when Arrow season three went on hiatus and of course it had to be Felicity. I pushed myself past some anxieties I had about it and well... here I am and it’s all because of you. 

So as a thank you I have a small follow forever/shout out to those that have been with me over the years here. I also plan on doing a promo giveaway in a separate post so look out for that! This list here is in no particular order just random :) and I hope I don’t forget anyone but if I do I am sorry!  Just remember I love you all <3

Under the cut because it is ridiculously long and thats what took me forever to post it XD

*side note if you wanna save yourself some time and just ctrl-f your name under the cut cause it’s long I would recommend that <3 

So I wrote the blurbs first but then tumblr started to get weird and wouldn’t let me finish writing for everyone that I wanted to so those I didn’t get to just know I love you all for each different and amazing thing you bring to the table. I tag you up here towards the top so you don’t have to scroll through the mess of everything below. You are all amazing and thank you so much for making this rp experience fantastic for me <3 I love you all. 

@offershope​ @archaix​ @shirtclad​ @gliderofgold​ @missgoldenglider​ @goodbyebarry​ @ofscarllet​  @outlawiism​ @minshaytan​ @ofreverentia​ @nevaramon​  @cobxltblue​ @atomiism​ @drsncw​ @dwarfstaralloy​ @pugnamus​ @ofcanaryisms​ @nationalcityy​ @likeaguardianangel​ @racingtime​ @mockingxcanary​ @smoakinoverwxtch​ @oxerwatch​ @algidcalc​ @disasterdanvers​ @neverparted​ @tofindjustice​ @ladyvelocity​ @iriswect​ @plurcspopulus​ @black-bird-canary​ 

@ofblankexpressions​ - my lovely lanie. I will never forget within the first 48 hours of me making this blog you came into my inbox and invited me to join a skype chat that I literally fangirled over to my friends that had convinced me to make this blog in the first place. I had been so nervous to join the group nevermind talk to anyone but you had been so friendly and so kind to me that I am really glad to still have you in my life <3. You are an amazing person who deserves the world and you never cease to amaze me with your talents and heart. Thank you for making these last two years amazing and I hope to have another two or more to look forward too! 

@stevita​/ @a-flick-of-a-wrist​ - you two get grouped together cause you are both my baes. I literally would have never made this blog without you! Stevie you and I have written together for so long now I lost count of the years and I know we don’t get to write much more together but you are alway the first person I want to go to for anything and it was amazing to have you at my wedding last year while night I wish you could have made it but you’ll just have to meet up with me some other time. Night you and I are what? three years and counting now? and our ships give me life ( and take it from me cause god do we break each others hearts so much ) you two are my best friends and I know no matter what you are here for me and I love you for that <3

@newfrequencysamecry​ - my love, my dawn, my second laurel with Felicity ever if only because you were on Avery first I just... there are no words to how amazing you are. I know we usually keep to ourselves OOC wise but you are always one of the first people to my side on here if something is going on personally and I cannot express how much that means to me. Not to mention the fact that 99% of our threads are us winging it is amazing and all cause of your talent. Usually I need to plot more in OOC with people to get my muse to respond the way they do with your characters but you are literally a role play soulmate of mine because there is no other way to explain how my muse connects with yours so easily. It’s amazing how much I love your Laurel all because of how fantastic of a writer you are and I am blessed in so many ways being able to write with you. Can you believe it’s been two years strong now we’ve been writing together in general? Part of the reason I’m still here is you.

@alwaysxlate​ - my wife. deli. satan. I have been following you since you started your Barry almost two years ago and when I first found you then I couldn’t believe this amazingly talented Barry wanted anything to do with me. I had only been a month or so old at the time of you coming around and I still had so many insecurities but you came at me like it was nothing and I am so so very glad you did. You are so genuine and kind to everyone I see you interact with and it makes me so happy to know someone like you. You have so much talent for editing, coding, and writing on top of it I can only imagine what else you are great at - gaming probably since you love your games so much XD but either way I just want you to know how much I love you and how I’m really glad we met when we did and that you did come at me because my blog wouldn’t be what it is today if you hadn’t.

@vimvitae​ - jules. the jules my awesome aussie friend from so far away. I don’t remember when we met exactly on my blog and your barry but I just remember when we did I had to write with you because your blog seemed so fun and I was write. Anything we’ve done over the years has been so fun and so amazing that I could never let you go no matter what blog you move to or what’s going on. And don’t think I forgot about that mental break down I had one night and ( granted it was because it was daytime for you ) you stayed up with me and talked me through it because I haven’t and even since then, heck just recently, you’ve made it very clear that you are a safe person I can turn to if I need someone to talk to and I cannot thank you enough for that. Same goes for me, always has, and I just want to thank you so much. 

@nerffighter​ - Oh gosh Grace. Grace what do I say about you? I don’t know if it’s just me or not but you have this way of just making me feel happy no matter what. I bet anyone around you can feel that energy because I can feel it through a goddamn computer screen ( and snap chat ) that you have such a positive energy and whenever we talk you always make me smile that stupid kind of smile that people get when looking at their screen and I bet that’s why you write Cisco so well because he’s like that too. It’s a perfect fit. I also don’t remember when we followed each other but my god I was shocked when you followed me because holy cow so much quality from you and like negative quality from me should never mix but you always make it seem like we are equal in amazingness and I thank you for that darling!!!

@the-queenfamily​ - You were another one of the first blogs I interacted with and you honestly have put up with so much of my shit I don’t know how you stuck around. I know I’ve gone up and down and back and forth with our stuff but you’ve always been so patient and kind to me thank you so much. I love your stories and writing and I can’t thank you enough for helping me grow my blog you have. You helped me become a better writer I feel since we’ve stuck with each other so long so thank you so so much.

@theoreticalguardianangel​ - Oh gosh... the real grant gustin ( kidding !!!! <3 ) but for realz I wish I remembered the exact point you and I clicked but I feel like we’ve been writing for so long there was never a beginning that we’ve been writing since birth together because of how perfectly perfect it flows ( see what I ddi there XD ) you put up with my angst the most I feel and I love it. I love your blog and I love having you around. I am so so so glad you came back because I don’t know what I would have done without you now. You sometimes make me feel like I should just make our barricity verse my main verse and all my other verses AU’s from that cause it’s just.... perfect. I don’t even know what else to say because that’s just it. You are perfect. Always have been and always will be. Thank you so much for being here and being as amazing as you are. Don’t you ever leave me okay? Who else would put up with my sarcastic humor the way you do? :P

@mancnfire​ - fun fact I am writing this right after reading the drabble you wrote me XD and can I just say you are an amazing writer? This is all for fun yes but you are such a good writer it must come naturally to you. I am so so glad that you and I started writing together because I just really always liked Mick and the dynamic we have is so fresh and unique that I love it all. You are always so fun to talk to as well and so nice that it has been a pleasure from day one to follow you.

@herciism​ - Bae, you really need to get it through your head how awesome you are and how you are not allowed to leave me. I know we have so much stuff but I can’t get enough of writiing o.licity with you and just talking with you when we get the chance too. You are so talented and have so many ideas I can barely keep up. Keep being amazing :) 

@winniisms/ @geneticiism​ = yoooo!!!!!!! I don’t know why it took us so long to start interacting but the fact that it did was unacceptable. I feel like we make up for missed time though in the amount of threads we have had since we started writing though, or at the very least it’s a start haha. You are so amazing and such a great writer I am so glad to have you here and know that the feeling is mutual because you are awesome. Thank you so much for everything <3<3

@tofindthemall​ - I don’t even know if I can put our friendship into words because for real you were one of the first long term Oliver’s I found just about two years ago, I met you last year around this time face to face, you have such a kind heart and amazing personality that it’s infectious and don’t even get me started on your writing. You are now the Newt to my Tina and one of my best friends on here. I love every Aussie thing you tag me in on facebook and it’s great to know if I ever need you that you have been there. The same goes for you darling <3 

@backinaflcsh​/ @lifefcrdeath​ - okay but forreal I have always loved your blog and it’s so funny cause I don’t really remember when you came along I just remember you being on my dash and me being like ’gah I really wanna interact with them but they are so good and i am a derp and i’ll just stay over here until they notice me’ and then you did and then we started tha.llen and I just flailed even more because it is so perfect. And then you started your OC who I’ve been lowkey stalking from my blogs because you just write so well and he is so well rounded and I cannot thank you enough for being around and following me all this time <3

 @lunarwclf​​ - I’ll be honest, I don’t fully remember what lead me to follow you other than your faceclaim at first because?!? I mean really, he’s beautiful but- no I lied, your faceclaim lead me to your blog but your writing lead me to the follow button and I am so glad I did because Alex and Felicity are so cute together?! And I know they have a lot of potential for many different scenarios that I’d love to have a go at one day but I also love what we have had and thank you so much for being around! 

@her28thyear​ - I literally have been following your blog for years. From my personal first because of Swanchester and then I found you from there to here where I got the pleasure of writing with you for the first time and I just love your Emma. You’re Emma simultaneously kept me from making my Emma AND encouraged me too if that makes sense? You are just so perfect at writing her and understanding her and it inspires me to love her even more. Thank you for writing with me and thank you for making my theme for my other blog. I hope to have another few years with you as well because I feel like my dash is incomplete without you on it.

 @icecoldsnxrt​ - our on again off again romance for len and felicity is just A plus!!! For real you are amazing and sweet and it’s always great to talk OOC with you. I know you had some stuff going on recently but it will all be okay <3 and I just want you to know how grateful I am that you write with me and how amazing you are and your blog is. Thank you so much for throwing Len at me when you did and for all of our threads and chats.

@mayorofstarcity​ - I thought I was bad with blogs but you my dear have so many omfg. So I just tagged this one cause to be honest I don’t remember them all haha. But I know this was the second blog we interacted on and I’ve been loving your muses ever since the first. You interact with my most sinful favorite things and it’s always fun. 

@daxamborn​ - MY HUBBY! Oh how I miss you. I miss your Oliver I miss our chats and I love you! You are amazing and awesome and I don’t want you letting anything get you down! Don’t you ever forget how much I love you and your blogs and I am so so so glad we met through Deli and I couldn’t be more grateful for all the way you’ve helped me with my blogs and inspiration. <3

 @girlcftomorrow​ - Okay but forreal you are the real MVP. My Kara doesn’t even come close to how amazing your’s is and I love love love writing with her. I love our Felicity and Kara I love our Sara and Kara I just love your Kara. I’d love to see what happens with Kara and Iris or any of my muses to be honest because you have made me love my blogs even more just by being on my dash. You are so fun and amazing and please please don’t ever leave me cause you are amazing!!!

 @complexitiies​ - My darlinggg!!!! We have known eacn other since before my Tumblr days. We have just started writing together again though and I am so so very happy of that. I am so happy you added Newt to your blog and I cannot wait to interact even more because really I have always loved your writing!!! Thank you so much for being here and following me since Gaia. I love your blog and you thank you so much! 

 @refutured​  - MY BAE NEIGHBOR!!! I have always loved your blog and I am so not worthy to grace your dash but I do and I am so happy to follow you!!! You are so talented, I mean have you seen the work you do? The edits you make? The way you write?! it’s amazing!!! Thank’s so much for following me!

@deadlycomposer​ - Can you just stop being so awesome? If you weren’t so awesome I would have been able to approach you sooner and then we could have written together sooner and I could have just fallen in love with lady!hart sooner and we would have more things XD just stop being so aweosme haha. Seriously though I am so glad we started interacting finally and I love having you on my dash! You are so fun to write with you and I am so so happy you seem to feel the same!!! <3

@harriscnwclls​ / @miistergraves​ - can I just say how perfect you are at both of your characters? You literally become them in rp and cosplay purposes and I find it amazing. I couldn’t believe that you could honestly be anyone but Harrison Wells for a while because of how amazing you were at him and then you went and proved me wrong by being Graves on top of it and I’m just amazed. Thank you for all the plots we did with Felicity and Harrison and helping me with a earth 2 felicity verse. You are truly amazing and I love having you on my dash! 

@ericbrandonrp - can I just say I love love love still thinking back to how we met because of an anon on your blog? Cause like I can’t believe it still to this day that it was that simple and here we are years later still following each other. Eric is such an amazing OC and I love the dynamic him and Felicity have. I am so glad to have you on my dash and blog and really look forward to more interactions together thanks so much for answering that ask cause we might not have met otherwise <3 you are amazing! 

@theoneandonlytommymerlyn​ - you are another original for me, from almost day one I’ve been following you now and I have loved every minute of it. Even now with our little Emma/Bae stuff thank you so much for writing with me and always being here and so kind and welcoming. You are an amazing Tommy you write and amazing Bae and I love having you here so thank you! 

[mrsleopoldfitz]

Stories

Finally got around to updating my stories page here so it has everything that I have over at Ao3. Stories below the cut, and yes, it’s all FitzSimmons related. 

“Five Times” Series:

Five Times Fitz Would Have, and One Time He Did - Teen

Five times Fitz would have acted on his feelings, or wishes he’d acted differently, and one where he finally takes the plunge.

Five Times Simmons Wished He’d Make a Move, and One Time She Did - Teen

Simmons’ POV from “Five Times Fitz Would Have, and One Time He Did”

Five Times Interlude: Christmas Eve - Mature

Picks up right after the first two parts of the “Five Times” series. Fitz follows Jemma into her bunk. Sex ensues.

Five Times FitzSimmons Were Nearly Caught, and One Time They Were - Explicit

Final installment of the “Five Times” Series. Five times FitzSimmons were nearly caught in their new romantic relationship, and one time they definitely were. NSFW.

Five Times Interlude: Aggression - Explicit

Fitz and Simmons fight about his being stubborn. Smut ensues.

"Hour by Hour" Series:

High School (Non-Academy) FitzSimmons AU

3 a.m. - Teen

When opportunity knocks - or climbs a trellis - you answer. Or, at least you do if you're Jemma Simmons.

4 p.m. - Teen

In which Fitz' time in detention takes a far more interesting turn.

10 a.m. - Teen

Hunter and Bobbi call Fitz on what he's been up to after hours.

7 a.m. - Teen

Fitz and Jemma's morning after.

9 a.m. - Teen

Daisy outs Jemma's secret to their classmates - and her boyfriend.

8 p.m. - General

Fitz and Jemma's first official date.

5 a.m. - General

Jemma gets ready to face the day.

Academy FitzSimmons Song Fic Series:

Alone With You - Mature

No matter how often he tells himself he needs to stop, Leo Fitz just can’t bring himself to say no to Jemma Simmons.

Give Me Love - Mature

Follow up to “Alone With You.” Jemma realizes she’s made a mistake. Hopefully she can fix it, before it’s too late.

“Two Blue Lines” Series

Dublin - Mature

I wrote this forever ago, but never posted it here. Set after The Well. After several close calls, FitzSimmons try to work out some of their frustrations in the hotel bar… that is, until a preferable option presents itself.

Leopold - Teen

She doesn’t do it often, but sometimes, Jemma Simmons has to use her boyfriend’s full name. This is one of those times.

Two Blue Lines - General

FitzSimmons deal with Jemma’s declaration in “Leopold.”

Longer Stories:

180 Days (WIP) - Teen

Leo Fitz had never planned on being a high school teacher, but here he is. Now his only goal is to survive the next 10 months, but with his flat mate's girlfriend working in the same building, and an incredibly cute colleague across the hall, that may prove to be more difficult than he'd ever imagined.

Meme Responses:

Tropes

One Shots:

A Chat - General

A chat between friends. Standalone drabble, with implied UST FitzSimmons.

Comfort - Teen

In the near future, Fitz returns from  mission banged up. Jemma takes care of him.

Coping - General

My take on what was going on with Fitz and Simmons early in Season 2, right after Jemma returned to the team.

Duplicity - Teen

As long as she isn’t asked to speak too often, Jemma can manage being at least a bit duplicitous.

Gravity - General

Sometimes gravity does more than hold one in place.

Girl Talk - General

A semi-trashy movie, some beer, and some female bonding all adds up for a rather unusual safe word.

Hands - Teen

Jemma finds herself distracted and lost in thought.

His - General

After a one-night stand, Jemma finds out she’s pregnant. Plot twist: Leo Fitz isn’t the father.

I’m Already There - General

Fitz struggles with the ramifications of Jemma leaving. Early season 2. One-shot.

Orbit - General

Some things are meant to maintain their orbit.

Prettiest - General

Fitz’ internal monologue after he hears the Asgardian call Jemma pretty.

Ritual - General

While Fitz lies in a coma, Jemma ponders their relationship and what exactly he means to her.

Strictly Business - Mature

Leo Fitz' company is in trouble, thanks to a friend-turned-foe. The last thing he needs is a doe-eyed Englishwoman trying to buy the lot, or so he believes... until he meets Jemma Simmons.

Tango - Mature

It was meant to be a black and white only affair.

Of course, she’d worn red.

Witness - General

Fitz has been trained to observe and learn. Unfortunately, some truths he’s learned too late.

Originally written before the season one finale, so it’s not quite canon-compliant, but I wanted to post it here, as well as to tumblr.

Written with engineerleopoldfitz

dom!Fitz Series

For Science – Explicit

After overhearing something she shouldn’t have, Jemma begs Fitz for a favor. He agrees, but only on his terms.

Safe Word – Explicit

Jemma Simmons has always been an overachiever. But what happens when she fails to follow Fitz’ rules?

(AKA: By popular demand, we wrote a story about Fitz’ toy collection as mentioned in For Science.)

Off Limits – Mature

Sometimes Jemma needs something other than playtime. Maybe they both do.

Indecent Exposure – Explicit

SHIELD really needs to stop making their awards banquets mandatory. Genius level scientists like FitzSimmons can surely find something to keep them from getting too bored?

Stand Alone Stories

An Altruistic Endeavor - Mature

“You know, Fitz, I’d be happy to help with that. I mean if you wanted. A favor between friends, that’s all.”

What do you do when your best friend offers to help you lose your virginity?

Another Door Opens – Mature

Leo Fitz is used to being on his own. After cutting his ties in Scotland during Uni and now tied up with his Master’s research, he doesn’t have time for friends or relationships outside the fleeting ones he finds for himself in London’s clubs.

Jemma Simmons is the daughter of society darlings. And yet, she’s chosen medicine as her profession, possibly the youngest resident ever at London Bridge Hospital.

A chance encounter brings them into each other’s lives, and while they both desperately needed a true friend… Everything is bound to change.

Cost of Repairs – Teen

Fix-it fic, because I think we’re all a bit tired of the Science Babies not communicating.

Fitz gets himself sliced up on a mission, but doesn’t wait for Jemma to patch him up. She tracks him down in his bunk - the long awaited talk ensues.

The First of Many – Teen

We were challenged to write something with no angst. None. At all. (It’s like y'all know how much we like to torment the Science Babies in our AU’s!)

So here we go… a SciOps era AU of FitzSimmons’ first date.

Letters – Teen

After a date goes terribly wrong, Jemma turns to Fitz to try and find solid ground again.

~*~

This is an old thread that somehow never made it onto AO3. For those of you who were following stories on my Threads page on Tumblr, you know this story as ‘Letters (AU)’. I’ve dropped the AU from the title since this has become our official head canon for this particular verse. The ‘original’ Letters will be edited and posted under a different title later on with a disclaimer, so people don’t think it’s an entirely new story.

On Thin Ice – General

Up late one night, two best friends find each other once more.

Vicissitude – Teen

Six months ago, Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons fled the life they’d always dreamed of in order to save their lives. Living hand-to-mouth on the streets of New York, their past comes back to haunt them, sending them on a collision course with Castle, Beckett, and the rest of the team at the 12th Precinct.

You’ve Got Science – Teen

Fitz never found that clever thing to say to Simmons, and a decade later, they’re both still struggling with their regrets and an imploded partnership. A story of anonymous messages, miscommunicating science babies, meddling best friends, and perhaps a much-needed reconciliation.

With BraveJem

Repurpose Verse

Repurpose – Teen

When men invade the Bus and demand Simmons work for them, she must make an unspeakable decision, one that will change both her and Fitz forever.

Stasis – Mature

Set after the events of “Repurpose.”

Fitz has to go on living without Simmons. For the first time in his life, he fails.

Stand Alone Stories

Anomalous - General

After running an experiment at an inopportune time, Leo Fitz knocks himself out… and wakes up in an entirely different timeline. One where he and Jemma are partners in more ways than one.

Kiss – General

Set during season 1. Fitz walks into the lab and sees something he certainly never hoped - or wanted - to see.

La liaison parisienne - Explicit

After ages of dancing around each other, both Fitz and Jemma are on the verge of giving up. In a bid to help their friends, Ward and Skye take them out separately in the hopes of taking their minds off the state of things. However, when they end up in the same Parisian bar - and a little liquid courage is thrown into the mix - their evening takes an entirely unexpected turn.