#Fix-it fics

[bluesyjean]

When you have some hours traveling and spend it furiously writing a fix-it fic outline out of pure spite. The show tried to say ‘no open ending here’ I’ll be the judge of that.

Story deviates at the diner of Fives where the Five tallying apocalypses picks up on something different about this new Five.

Proceeds to follow him back/intervene and screws that entire suicide plan. (These two versions of Five exist for the duration of the story and frequently clash.)

Proceeds to take them back in time to the start of s4 and explains things like how Five got into the CIA (thanks to Abigail behind the scenes, Five didn’t question how that was so easy for him because of ego lol) and all the other things he should have realized.

Explains how Five started taking pills (like Viktor in s1/Reggie in s3) to deal with how lost he felt, thus explaining his entire extremely mellow s4 attitude. This leads to Viktor picking up/discovering this and confronting him.

Explores WHY Luther went into stripping because he was finally comfortable about his body, gives him back his depth.

Explores how Five tried to find Sloane with his connections but since that’s grown cold Diego steps in when Luther mentions it because screw you, Five and your fancy CIA bs (after possibly reuniting with Patch to help, because I said so)

Explores Ray leaving Allison after he started struggling with the new timeline and joined the Keepers, which alt!Five discovers and alerts Allison.

Klaus gets an entirely different journey once alt!Five gets involved.

Explains why the squid and gives Jennifer an actual character.

Some other bits are still getting worked but I’ve got it solved. Anyway this is happening. I’ll post the first snippet once I’ve got that down to gauge interest tyvm.

[thewriterowl]

Sunburst

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Waking Up with Porridge

When Luke drifted into the Force after he faced Kylo Ren, he thought perhaps, finally, he was done with suffering and loneliness and so much loss. Instead, he wakes up in the body of his eight-year-old self with a haunting whisper vibrating in his memory:

One more chance, little sun, you deserve one more chance.

[lavenderleahy]

you ever read a fic so gutwrenchingly good you just wanna sit in that feeling for days

[hannoahs-third-eyelash]

note to self:

Don't stay up at 12am in the morning, reading loki fics.....it's not good for you.....yes..very,......very bad for you....

I FOUND ONE WHERE HE FIXED THE LOOM, AND WAS HAPPY, AND CONTINUED A NORMAL FKING LIFE WITH MOBIU-*passes out from all the cobra energy drinks consumed*

[mrowmrowmrow9]

Supergirl Series Finale Fix-It Recs (karamel edition)

I think we're all in agreement. That finale sucked ass. Luckily, amazing fic writers are up to the challenge! So in no particular order...

1.

Number order aside, this might be my favorite out of all of them. It's just so beautiful, the language and the way the characters interact. And @handlewithkara does such an incredible job at Mon-El's POV, oh my god.

2.

This one follows canon a lot more closely, but @raisedbyfandomwolves managed to make it make actual sense, which is an impressive feat on its own. Again, love me some well-written Mon POV :)

3.

Not particularly connected to the series finale, but it's a fix-it nonetheless and too amazing not to include. I love all the different alternate universes @facepalming-since-chernobyl gave us a sample of, interactions between our fav characters spanning from an old married couple to secret lovers to reluctant spouses to people who will never meet but impact each other's lives regardless. It's just... *chef's kiss*

4.

Unlike the others, this one changes nothing about the actual series finale but takes place after it, where the consequences of Kara's reveal are very real and cost her everything. Heartbreaking, and then heartfixing at the end. Totally worth it, highly recommend.

5.

Yeah, this is me selfishly promoting my own fic. 😅 Whatever, I think it's cute and worth a read if you're up for it <3

I'd love to hear what awesome fix-its you've read! Please reblog with your own additions 🥰

[teawan]

just watched the tobias hankel eps. I don't think anyone understands the emotional turmoil I just went through my heart was pounding that was so fucking terrifying and I can't believe they just. moved on. I literally just sat there and watched the show and I feel like I need therapy.

[kaiteymae]

I've been in a fix it fic mood the last few days. Here are two post- confession fics I really liked:

7 Signs Someone is in Love with You by JustNeededAUsername

Dean's an idiot. But he is really caring. Sam ships it. This fic made me smile a lot. Happy ending.

Our New Skin by into the silent land

Dean is touch starved. Angst. FIMMF (I'm old but I think that means what I think it means). Just to be clear - hands. A great line by Dean, really in character. Happy ending of course.

[thepiratefish]

I just had a supper angsty idea.

A story that includes a scene of two characters talking about fix it fics and why people write them. (The characters can also be oppisites / rivals)

Then, later in the series, they get stuck together in some possible life ending situations (such as a collapsed building or cave being flooded with no way out that they can see) and one of the character speaks up.

"I think I understand why people write fix-it fics now.."

"Well, what is it?"

"I think it's because they cared for them so much that even if they were fictional, they felt like they deserved to be happy and decided to make a story where they get their happy ending"

"Huh.."

...

"Do you think there's people who would do that for us?"

The first character leans their head on the second ones shoulder

"I hope so.."

Anyways yeah, feel free to take this and run away with it. Use it for any heartbreaking scenarios you want :)

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

[bebx]

"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x

[ginnyw-potter]

Feel free to use, or message me for more banners

yes, I'm self-aware thank you

[finleycannotdraw]

we need all types of art in fandoms

[elexuscal]

squinting at the 'fix it fic' tag on any given story on Ao3, trying to discern if it's intended in the sense of:

I genuinely think the story had bad writing and I am taking my toolbox and improving it [and i the reader agree]

I genuinely think the story had bad writing and I am taking my toolbox and improving it [and i the reader disagree]

The story's ending was Tragic and I Respect that but also i just want to read about my faves having some kind of joy and fulfilment okay?

The story's ending was Tragic and I do Not Respect That please God Damnit Let Them Be Happy

We Are Literally Fixing The Canon With The Application of Time Travel or Reality Warping or some other Wild Plot Device

I am going to fix one obscure detail or plot element that 95% of the fandom has never thought about in their life

(because these are all extremely different vibes)

[laracrofted]

let me drown

you meet qimir for a morning swim (qimir x fem!reader)... because i couldn't be normal about that scene.

warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, an ode to manny jacinto's collarbones and also his shoulders and arms, slightly painful sex (but like... in a hot and consensual way), possessiveness, pwp basically (wc: 800+)

Droplets of water pool in the hollow of his collarbone, running down his broad shoulders in rivulets, shimmering in the morning sun like jewels, as Qimir cuts through the water. His muscled arms effortlessly slice into the still surface, sending ripples in every direction.

He looks ethereal, swimming in the cerulean pool. A long forgotten sea god, waiting to hook you by the ankle and drag you below the surface, drown you and breathe new life into you at the bottom of the sea.

It's beautiful and frightening in equal measures.

You wait on the shore, seawater lapping at your ankles and bare feet, arms around your knees, ignoring the puddling water that's soaking through your bottoms.

You wait for him to notice you there.

He doesn't keep you waiting – or maybe, Qimir sensed your presence from the moment you'd stepped onto the shore, from the moment your eyes had opened in the cave and looked for him, finding him gone.

A suspicion that's confirmed when Qimir lifts his gaze, unsurprised, sweeping escaping strands of damp hair from his face, and calls out softly, "Aren't you going to join me?"

His voice. You love his voice, as smooth as the surface of the water lapping at his strong shoulders, as the salt-licked rocks on the shore and the cliffs, as the weather-beaten pebbles that dig into your soles as you stand.

You undo the robe in a smooth motion and let it fall from your shoulders, baring yourself to him in the morning light, and Qimir doesn't look away.

He catches his lip between his teeth, dragging his gaze down your naked form, drinking you in with a kind of possessiveness that feels heretical; coveting you without so much as laying a finger on you, owning you with his dark eyes.

You wade in, and Qimir drifts toward you, moving silently and swiftly, predator-like.

An uneven rock catches on your foot under the surface, sending you forward. You tumble into him with a soft curse, and Qimir catches your arms with wet hands, steadying you, guiding your hands to his shoulders.

Flexing your fingers is almost an instinct, searching for a hold, like scaling a cliff, digging in to the muscles, and Qimir shudders, long lashes brushes against his cheeks, inclining his head to meet your gaze.

"Careful," Qimir cautions, soft and honeyed, a kind of music, and you don't know if Qimir means to be careful with the rocks or with your wandering hands.

You gamble on the former and let them wander further, moving over him, mapping him like an uncharted planet. One of your arms slips around his neck, giving him your weight, and Qimir's hand slips under your knee to catch you.

His hand is rough, guiding your leg around his hip, finding a balance.

He is pressed up against you now, cock hardening against your stomach. An involuntary gasp escapes from your mouth, and Qimir nips at the sound, sucking at your lip, beads of seawater dripping from his mouth into yours.

"Careful," Qimir repeats, only this time, it sounds like a question.

Should I be careful? Do you want me to be?

You shake your head slowly, a fine mist of salt water blowing in from the sea, coating your lashes, and Qimir's lips part in a half smile, pleased.

He's not careful. Careful is gentle caresses and the press of his mouth between your legs, warming you from the inside out, drinking from you like a nectar.

This isn't careful.

He doesn't get you ready, doesn't warm your cunt with his fingers, doesn't press you open in increments. He invites your legs around his hips, grasping at your ass with one hand for leverage, and pushes into you in one long and interrupted stroke that knocks the breath from your lungs, knocks your bones from your body.

You press your face into his shoulder, biting down with a whimper, probably leaving marks. That's okay. He likes marks, likes the feeling of your nails dragged down his back.

You're at war with yourself, split in the same way that Qimir is splitting you in half with his cock; a need to squirm away from the overpowering sensation; a need to invite him deeper, harder, faster.

He makes a soothing– borderline mocking – sound against your cheek and strokes your hair back from your wet cheeks; and holds you there, pinned open for him, fluttering and adjusting to the size of his cock.

"Oh? How does it feel?" Qimir asks, still stroking your cheeks.

"Good."

He smiles and lifts your chin with his knuckles and drinks a salt water kiss from your lips. "Good. You're ready for more."

It's not a question.

Seawater runs down your stinging cheeks, sensitive from the stubble on his carved jawline, mixing with the moisture that streams from the corners of your eyes as Qimir finally moves inside of you, dragging his cock out and pushing back in with a sweet and lethal slowness that borders on painful, so controlled; reaching inside and unraveling you from a place so deep that no one else could ever hope to uncover it; no one but him.

He likes it that way. Just him.

[dragonsbluee]

All of us gathering as ao3 goes down for the second day in a row.

[ao3-crack]

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