#claia fanfiction

[myulalie]

Clizzy, or maia/clary, for the ship ask game. Things you said with too much distance between us. If you're comfy with it, please!

Hey, thank you ♥

The howl travels in the lonely night, bounces off the swollen moon and falls on deaf ears.  Maia screams her lungs out, reaching past the distance between them. Too much for her cry to make it through time and space, her howl a shooting star. I am here, here I am, I am here. Where are you? A silent echo, burning through her lungs, and Maia misses explosive kisses, fierce glares and flaming strands of hair. The moon shines on and the stars blink out of sight, nothing lights up her night like Clary did, lying under the same sky.

more mini fic ask game here!

[puzzlebean]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY MASTERLIST PART ONE

This masterlist contains all the femslash february things I have posted for the first half of february. I will make a second one for the second half of the month. Fics with a 💗 next to it fill the prompts on the list, the others are bonuses :D

💗 Food [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear 2022, General, 100 words]

Kiko and Alisha talk about the way they used to eat sandwiches.

💗 Family [Carol/Maria, Marvel, General, 100 words]

Carol is so happy she's back with her family.

💗 Fake Dating [Kate/Yelena, Marvel, General, 100 words]

Kate and Yelena have to pretend they are dating for a mission. Kate wishes it was real.

💗 Cute [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 100 words]

Wednesday thinks Enid is cute.

💗 Electricity [Darcy/Wanda, Marvel, Explicit, 100 words]

Wanda's magic feels like electricity.

💗 Fluff [Ava/Beatrice, Warrior Nun, General, 100 words]

Ava is like sunshine to Beatrice.

💗 Texting (prompt text message) [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 100 words]

The fact that Wednesday is willing to do certain things she normally hates with Enid clearly means something.

💗 Space [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear 2022, General, 282 words]

Even though Alisha misses Buzz, she loves Kiko and is grateful their paths crossed.

💗 Disney [Nakia/Kamala, Marvel, General, 100 words]

Kamala hopes Nakia feels the same about her.

💗 Beach [Ava/Beatrice, Warrior Nun, General, 100 words]

Ava and Beatrice are on the beach together, carefree for once.

💗 Camping [Clary/Rebecca, Shadowhunters, General, 100 words]

Clary and Rebecca go on a camping trip together.

Content [Kate/Yelena, Marvel, General, 100 words]

Kate hopes this lasts forever.

A Peculiar Change [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, Teen and Up, 914 words]

Everything has changed since Wednesday met Enid. She actually likes it.

Moonlight [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 300 words]

Enid sits in the forest, unable to shift. Wednesday joins her.

💗 Dating Anneliese (prompt dating) [Anneliese/Erika, Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper, General, 100 words]

Erika loves dating Anneliese.

Haunted [Carol/Maria, Marvel, General, 100 words]

It's hard to watch Carol suffer.

Ethereal [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 200 words]

Wednesday thinks Enid is the most beautiful thing.

A Valentine's Surprise [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 631 words]

Wednesday is convinced Enid is hiding a surprise and decides to investigate. Will the surprise make her happy?

💗 Dating (prompt date night) [Clary/Izzy, Shadowhunters, Teen and Up, 100 words]

Izzy and Clary go on a date.

Tonight is a Miracle [Ava/Beatrice, Warrior Nun, Teen and Up, 1,015 words]

Beatrice is allowing herself to let go. She really wants to kiss Ava.

💗 First Kiss [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear 2022, General, 100 words]

Alisha and Kiko kiss for the first time.

💗 Hot [Clary/Izzy, Shadowhunters, Teen and Up, 200 words]

Clary thinks Izzy is hot and wonders if she should ask her out.

💗 Candy [Darcy/Wanda, Marvel, General, 100 words]

Darcy and Wanda taste test some candy.

💗 Kissing [Izzy/Maia, Shadowhunters, Teen and Up, 100 words]

Izzy's red lipstick draws Maia in.

Cared For [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 100 words]

Wednesday introduces Enid to her family. Enid can see where Wednesday gets things from.

Worth Everything [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 352 words]

Wednesday and Enid kiss in the rain.

💗 Love Letter [Alisha/Kiko, Lightyear 2022, General, 100 words]

Alisha receives a love letter.

Love is Strong [Carol/Maria, Marvel, General, 100 words]

Carol and Maria's love is strong.

It was Love [Wednesday/Enid, Wednesday 2022, General, 491 words]

Wednesday has started to love how colorful Enid is. She became soft for her.

[fictionalrambles]

Fic Rec

🌹Waltz of the Flowers

🖋Author: etherealaline

| G | One Shot, 1.8k words | Claia

SUMMARY :

Maia and Clary are the owners of the best and only flower shops in town and needless to say, they don't like each other very much. One year, however, circumstances drive them to unite forces to manage the holiday rush and this becomes a tradition that brings them just a little bit closer year after year...

[t100fic-for-blm]

City of Love AU

ship: claia

writer: any

moodboard: @hopskipaway

Clarke knew what people said about Paris - the City of Love; but after her last failed relationship, she vowed to get her art degree and stay single. Forever. No matter how many attempts Gaia, her admittedly cute classmate, makes to win Clarke over.

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FANFICTIONS WE WOULD WRITE. (14/?)

clarke knew what people said about paris - the city of love; but she was going to go there, get her art degree, and stay single. no matter how many attempts gaia makes to win clarke over.

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Anonymous asked: Hey, do you take prompts? If yes, would you do some soft/or angsty, or soft AND angsty Claia? Like Maia waiting for Clary to come home after a hunt and she’s late or something

Here you go anon! This is my first time writing Claia, so I hope I did them and your prompt justice :’)

Warning: this is a bit on the angsty side, but there is fluff involved. Chronic injuries/pain are mentioned.

Three hours.

Maia taps her phone screen once, twice, and a few more times, but nothing changes. The blankness of the screen doesn’t change. No ring, no vibration to signal the arrival of a text message. It’s been three hours, and now, it’s starting to feel like the silence is slowly closing in on her.

Clary had been called in on an emergency hunt after a large nest of Ravener demons were found wreaking havoc in SoHo. She’d groaned playfully as the phone call came in from Isabelle, before kissing Maia and heading out, promising that she’d only be gone an hour or so, and that they would have plenty of time to continue their movie night when she got back.

It isn’t uncommon for Shadowhunter missions to run overtime. Something new always pops up, another fire that needs putting out, another burst of demonic activity spurred by the one before. It’s something Maia had grown accustomed to, ever since she found her life and her heart intertwined with Clary’s. It hadn’t mattered as much initially.

And then Maia’s worst nightmare had come true.

It scares her, how quickly images of Clary’s body, battered and bruised, and her face, pale and unmoving as the doctors in the Institute’s infirmary worked around the clock to save her come to the front of her mind. Isabelle’s voice, trembling, stammering about Clary being overpowered during their mission by three rogue ex-Circle members. Then, the feeling of Alec’s arms around her, holding her back as she kicked and screamed and tried with all her might to get to Clary as Magnus stood over her, magic flowing in never-ending streams from his fingers, his face hardened in concentration as he did what the doctors couldn’t do to save her life.

It’ll be okay. She’ll be okay, Alec had whispered, over and over again. Words that Maia held onto like they were a lifeline as the colour slowly returned to Clary’s face.

It took months for Clary to heal from the injuries she sustained that night. Despite Magnus’ best efforts, her shoulder never fully healed. It became an injury she would have to live with, along with the memories that tortured her at times, especially when darkness fell.

Nights of Clary waking up screaming and crying, of Maia holding her with all her might as her sobs evened out, slowly but surely.

Three hours.

Maia pulls the blanket tighter around herself, but nothing she does seems to dull the chill that’s slowly starting to take over. Clary would have called. Or perhaps she just might not have gotten to her phone. Perhaps she’s too busy trying to finish the hunt. There’s no reason for Maia to feel the panic that’s festering inside of her. The deafening silence coming from her phone doesn’t mean that she –

The sound of the front door clicking open echoes through the dark, silent apartment. Then, the shuffling of boots, and the clink of a charm bracelet that Maia distinctly remembers as the one she’d given to Clary for their anniversary last year. That’s all it takes for Maia to fly out of her cocoon of blankets on the sofa and head to the front door.

Relief floods every vein in Maia’s body as she takes in the sight of fiery red hair stooped low as Clary unties her shoelaces, before slipping them off her feet. Her fingers move to her thigh holster, movements slow and tired as she works it open. She raises her head a few moments later, eyes meeting Maia’s for the first time.

“Hey.” Fatigue laces her voice as her lips quirk upwards in a tired smile. Maia finds herself scanning every inch of her lovely face, for cuts, or bruises. For the telltale pull of her left arm that means that her shoulder is giving her pain.

“Why are you still awake?” Clary asks. She turns her attention to the strap holding her dual kindjals to her waist.  

“You’re late.” Maia tries to keep the tightness in her voice at bay, “You didn’t call.”

“The mission took a while.” Clary says, in between the sounds of the kindjals hitting the floor, “I didn’t want you to stay awake, be scared.”

“I was scared, Clary.” Maia blurts out, the words rushing out in a voice she barely recognises as her own, all constricted and heavy with emotion.

Clary’s hair moves with the gentle ferocity of glowing embers as she turns to face Maia.

“I was scared.” Maia repeats, voice considerably softer, “I’ve been scared for a while now. Every time you don’t come home on time, or when you don’t tell me if that hurts, even when I know it does.” She gestures at Clary’s shoulder.

Clary abandons her weapons, and moves closer, eyes burning with something indecipherable, something that tugs at every little thing in Maia’s heart.

“I just can’t – I can’t stomach the fact that one night I’ll wake up to my phone ringing and this voice I don’t know will tell me that you – you…” Maia trails off, voice caught unbearably in her throat as Clary stops right in front of her, so close that Maia could count the long lashes that framed those haunting eyes if she wants to.

Her breath is soft, wisps of warmth playing across Maia’s lips.

“I’m sorry.” Clary whispers hoarsely. She raises her hand to cup Maia’s face gently, the pad of her thumb swiping away tears Maia hadn’t known had fallen, “I’m so sorry. I’m right here.”

Maia swallows hard, raising her own hand to clasp Clary’s wrist. She feels Clary’s pulse against her fingertips, heartbeat strong and sure underneath soft, tender skin. A heartbeat that had almost ceased to exist, on the worst night of Maia’s life.

“I know.” Maia says, voice thick with tears, “I know. I just kept thinking back to that night when –” She tightens her grip on Clary’s wrist, bring her other hand to her waist and pulling her closer.

“Hey.” Clary says gently, “I’m right here.”

She leads them to the sofa, where they sit, limbs tangled together and foreheads pressed close. Maia finds her ground in the rise and fall of Clary’s chest, in the way her breath blooms warm across her collarbones. Clary’s hands hold her face like she’s the most precious thing in the world, her thumb running gently over the curves of her cheekbones. It’s all the little things about her that slowly calm Maia’s breathing.

“I’m sorry. I should have called. I’m sorry.” She murmurs the words softly, continuously, into the space between them where their breaths become one.

Maia raises her head finally to look into the shimmering green of Clary’s eyes. They’re like the forest, beautiful, and alive with a thousand heartbeats.

“I love you.” She whispers, helplessly almost, because she does. She loves this woman so much that sometimes she doesn’t know what to do with it.

Clary presses her lips to hers in a kiss that Maia feels to the tips of her being. She’s here, she’s here, she’s okay, she’s right here.

“I love you too.” Clary says against her mouth, pressing another kiss to it before pulling back and kissing Maia’s forehead.

They fall asleep on the sofa that night, pressed so close that even the air can’t come between them. Maia wakes up to Clary’s hair tickling her chin, and to her arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and the beat of her heart in tandem with hers. She runs her fingers through Clary’s soft hair, and relishes in the blazing warmth of her body against hers. When Clary wakes up, and when the first thing she does is to press a lazy, lingering kiss to the side of Maia’s neck, Maia feels calmer than she’s felt in a long time.

[lewispandawrites]

An artist and her muse , Claia, 2338 words

Clary’s life had already been stressful. She didn’t need her mother to loom over her head, and remind her every day that when she had been in her second year or art college, she had already had an art exhibition. Or that those exhibitions were crucial, when it came to selling work (Clary didn’t quite believe that one - she was a true millennial, and knew that the Internet could make everybody famous - but it was still painful to hear.). She didn’t need her concerned looks, her pity, or her harsh words to just ‘stop feeling sorry for herself’ and ‘produce some quality work’.

Ever since she could remember she had lived in Jocelyn’s shadow. She didn’t remember the time before drawing classes - years, when she could paint a swan just for fun. No, it  had needed to be anatomically correct. And have shading. And pink crowns on birds had been allowed only when Jocelyn had had a good day, and had played it down as ‘being creative’.

And everywhere she went she was ‘Jocelyn’s daughter’. She had never been ‘Clary’, or even ‘Miss Fairchild’. No. Wherever she went, people already had expectations of her, and compared her to her mother. ‘You have a good eye for details, just like her.’ ‘You always have a smude on the right side of your works. Your mother used to do the same thing - ask her and she will help you with it.’ Even her eyes were never just green. They were Jocelyn’s green.

She was sick of it.

She pulled the cafe door open, with more force than necessary. No one turned around, though, to look at yet another caffeine-addicted, hoodie-wearing college student, that had decided that Starbucks had been too mainstream for them, and had chosen instead to procrastinate in a hole-in-the-world cafe. But even those hipster places had caramel lattes, for which Clary was grateful. At least she could drown her sorrows in sweet madness before her next class. She was in college. She should have fun. Everyone kept telling her that she was now living the best years of her life, yet the constant pressure had her doubt it.

The chair made too much noise as she pulled it out, but she was too tired to give a damn. Clary dumped her bag onto the next seat, then finally sat down herself. Her phone buzzed with a new notification, as she was taking out her notes for the next class. Who would have thought that art college would consist of so many pop quizzes?

She silently hoped that someone had sent another dinosaur video to the group chat, but it wasn’t her lucky day. The message came from Jocelyn. Her mother had sent her yet another article on ‘How to deal with artist’s block’. She probably thought she was being so helpful.

Clary just shoved her phone into her bag, not caring what might happen to it. All she wanted was to have one moment to herself, without a constant worry that she wasn’t good enough.

A decision was made quickly - she wouldn’t think about art at all, for the next 40 minutes. Clary would just relax, and enjoy her coffee. She just abandoned her notebook, and leaned back in her chair. The angle was slightly awkward, but she was too stubborn to admit it.

No phone to look at and no notes to read, meant she had to fill her time somehow. There was oddly no music in the place, so the only thing she could do was people-watch. The place was packed, and no one was paying any attention to her. A perfect opportunity to stare at people, and wonder what was their life like.

Her gaze fell first on the young women sitting in the opposite corner. Two huge windows met behind her, creating an illusion of glass walls, so her figure was surrounded by natural light. She had dark skin, dark curly hair...Clary was almost positive that she had glasses, but the rims were either very thin, or made out of see-through plastic, so it was hard to tell for sure. She was wearing a striped black and white shirt, and light blue overalls, and was hunched over a huge book.

She was taking all the available space, with her book, laptop, notebook and coffee. Every now and then she would mouth something - Clary had no idea what, she couldn’t read lips - then reach for a block of yellow sticky notes, and write something down. The note would then end up either in her notebook, or in the book.

Clary forgot to look at the other people in the cafe, and instead focused on the girl. She would constantly brush her curls from her face, tucking the strands behind her ears, but they always got free. After it had happened for the uptenth time, she rolled her eyes - actually rolled her eyes, with noone there to see it! - and took two hairbands off her wrist. She then split her hair into two sections, and began to braid them. Clary had to remind herself she was in the public space, to keep herself from actually cooing. Doing that while staring at a strange, was surely going to draw attention to her.

Soon, she began to wonder. What was that girl like? What were her dreams? Why did she decide to sit in that cafe, at 1 pm on Thursday? Who showed her that place? What was she studying? Maybe she was a goddess that descended to Earth, wanting to live a mortal life? Blend in with the humans, experience joy and sorrow with them? Maybe her residence was in another dimension. Maybe she had sat at her huge window, every night, and gazed longingly at the little creatures that walked the Earth. She would wish to lead a life like they had. And one night, she would put on her coat, and escape her home, leaving her old life behind.

Clary didn’t even realise when she reached for her pen, and began to sketch.

“Come on, Roberts! It will be fun!” Simon said, as he dragged his best friend towards the art gallery.

“It’s already fun. You look ridiculous in that shirt.” He glanced down at the aforementioned piece of clothing, and frowned. Sure, the blue and green dots on gray shirt were unusual, blue he himself would describe the outfit as ‘quirky’. “You know you love it.”

“I do.” Maia admitted, then smiled widely. “I can’t believe I actually agreed to do this. How did you even get us the tickets?” Two college students, attending the opening night of some famous painter. Not exactly a regular Friday evening.

“I told you already - I booked them online. Apparently, she is a student, just like us, and it’s her first exhibition. But the tickets sold out fast, so it has to be good. I have planned on googling more about her and the event, but it just never happened.” Simon admitted, with a sheepish expression. “But I still think we can blend in with the crowd. Like, we are fancy enough.”

They gave their names at the entrance, then walked inside. Simon was still happily chatting next to Maia, but suddenly, he stopped.

“Si?” Maia, asked concerned, and followed his gaze.

It was her. The woman on the painting. Even with a golden crown decorating woman’s head, Maia could still tell with 100% certainty, that she was looking at her own face, displayed on huge canvas. Her dark curls were blending with the background, and stars seemed to adore her forehead, and clavicle. It was surreal.

She looked at another painting. This time the figure was turned away from the audience, sitting on a huge, stone windowsill. It looked like a part of the palace. But even at that angle, with only half of woman’s face visible, it was still unmistakably, her. She looked like a princess. Like a true goddess. Staring at something with longing.

Maia only realised that she was standing still, when someone bumped into her.

“My apologies…” the man started, but stopped once he looked at her face. “Ah! Miss Fairchild didn’t tell us her muse would be here.” Before Maia could process everything, and answer, the man tangled his arm with hers, and began to lead her somewhere. “We were all thrilled to hear that the daughter of the famous Jocelyn was looking for a place to display her paintings. I want to admit, that I, personally, was slightly worried. You know, she had a famous last name, but we haven’t heard about her work before. ” He leaned close, as if he was letting Maia in on a huge secret. “But she has outdone her mother. The way she captured the yearning of a goddess? A woman that had it all, but wanted to fall for mortals? I don’t even have words to describe it.” He placed his free hand on her arm, to squeeze it. “But I’m sure you already know it all. Aghhh, the greatest love story ever told. And artist falls for her muse.” The man sighed dreamily.

“...love?” It was the only word that Maia managed to utter. Every moment was more confusing than the last. She actually expected to wake up in her bed any second now.

Her companion winked. “It’s obvious. Everyone in this room can tell the story of how young miss Clary Fairchild fell in love with another woman, while painting her portraits. It’s so obvious when you look at those paintings. And I can’t blame her - you are gorgeous. Those paintings really do you justice.” Maia felt the strong urge to free her arm, but man’s enthusiastic grasp was too strong. “An artist-muse relationship is always so intense. And Clary is such a romantic at heart. She should have added a painting of you two at the end. Some might say it would be ‘too much’, but no such thing. I honestly hope she will consider that for her next exhibition.” He stopped for a moment to look at something. “Ahhh, there she is!” He finally let go of Maia, and walked up to a short woman with ginger hair. She greeted him with kisses to his cheeks, then he made her twirl in her black dress. Maia couldn’t help but admire how the tiny gold dots on her tulle skirt shone like stars - focusing on that detail was easier than trying to understand what was happening.

“Look who I found!” The man exclaimed, then gestured towards Maia.

Ginger’s face fell.

“Ohhh, I see.” Their companion said. “Lovers’ quarrel. I will leave you two alone. Just don’t take too long - everybody wants to talk to you.”

Neither of the girls realised when he disappeared.

“Well, this is awkward.” Maia said, while straightening her own skirt. Those words seemed to finally wake up her companion.

“I’m so, soooo sorry. I wanted to reach out to you, but you never came back to the cafe.”

“What cafe?” Maia was even more confused. “Do I know you?”

The redhead blushed furiously, then walked up to stand in front of Maia. “No. I’m Clary.” She raised her hand and waved, then lowered it back, embarrassed. “I saw you once in a cafe - Berko’s - and...” She gestured around, which almost made Maia smile. “I swear, I wanted to change the paintings. To do something less creepy. But I kept coming back to those works, and to you. You, in my head. Obviously.” She shifted her weight from one leg to another, then started to play with her fingers. “I will pay for all the damage?”

“Wow.” Maia replied. “So you saw me somewhere once, then decided to paint me?” Clary clearly wanted to add something, but decided not to, and just nodded with resignation. “Then you turned me into some intergalactic goddess, and hung the paintings for all of New York City to see?” Clary only averted her eyes. “And, apparently, all those folks are talking about how we fell in love.” Maia finished.

“What? No!” Clary said loudly, which attracted some attention. “I told Roberto not to mistake his crazy theories for gossip. I am so, sooooo sorry.” She covered her face with her hands, petrified.

Maia looked at the other girl. She still felt slightly uncomfortable with her own face on display, but it was clear that the whole situation was even more stressful for Clary. Simon had mentioned that it was her first exhibition - she probably was under a lot of pressure already. And now a woman who was her muse - Maia still found it hard to wrap her head around it - was standing in front of her, in a place where Clary had least expected it.

“Hey.” Maia placed her hand on Clary’s shoulder. “I’m not angry. You have nothing to worry about.” The whole situation was bizarre, but Maia truly wasn’t going to make a scene, or sue the other girl.

“You’re not?” Clary lowered her hands, and Maia could see that her sharp purple eyeliner got smudged slightly.

“Well, this situation is unusual. But I’m not angry. Those paintings are very beautiful. Gimme a moment to process, and I will say I’m honoured to have my face here.”

Clary nodded, a small smile finally gracing her lips. ‘She looks so pretty up close.’, Maia thought to herself.

“Thank you. I’m really so…” Clary had started again, but Maia silenced her.

“Stop apologising!” She said, amused. Come to think of it, the whole thing was actually funny and adorable. Like something out of a movie. “If you are still feeling bad, buy me a coffee.”

“It’s a date!” Clary agreed quickly. It didn’t take long for her eyes to widen in realisation, of what she had just said.

Before she could correct herself, Maia chimed in. “It’s a date.” Maia smiled warmly, and Clary had no other choice, but to smile as well.

Becoming a muse wasn’t so bad, if you could a date with a cute girl out of it.

[bidnezz]

Fluff vs Angst Battle 2020

HEY YOU, Shadowhunters author!

Do you write fluff fics?! Do you aggressively shout out your window “IT’S SO FLUFFY”? Do you swoon and sigh dreamily with how soft, lovely, and wonderful your characters are? Do you write angst!? Do you choose to wreak havoc on people’s emotions and laugh maniacally at how quickly the tears flow, sustaining yourself with the sorrow and heartache of your characters!? Then join our Fluff vs Angst collection on ao3!!

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[serenecalamity]

♡︎ pretty as dreamin’

~ mortal instruments/shadowhunters

~ claia

~ explicit 🔞

~ oneshot, 3.7k

~ alternate universe - college/university | wlw relationship | mention of recreational drug use

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[hmmmm-yeah-no]

I don’t know what to search to find these, but if anyone knows of or has written fanfics about just “the group” living together peacefully at the farm house pleeease reblog or comment with a link. I’m thinking of writing my own cause I can’t find anyone good ones.

Fanart too.

[rudefemblinkgene]

I've had an itch to write some femslash so I'm gonna tag my ships, someone please give me a prompt I'm not creative right now

[we-were-d3stined-t0-expl0de]

Hey guys, please check out these two fics I wrote.

True Happiness (Dean/Castiel)

15x20 never happened don't even. 15x18 and 15x19 did. Set after 15x19.

Dean is sad. I am sad. Destiel. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27666262/chapters/67700959

The Vision (Claire/Kaia)

Patience has a vision about Dean's death in the barn. She tells Claire about it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28931688/chapters/70986480

Thank you!

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Fic Rec

💔 Though I Have to Say Goodbye

🖊️ Author: gelato

| G | One Shot, 2.2k words | Claia

“Luke says,” Simon starts casually, “that you have a ghost problem.”

Maia pushes her nose deeper into his fridge. “You’re out of eggs,” she says. “And Gretel’s not a problem.”

[t100fic-for-blm]

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Oh l'amour! What is better than new love on Valentine's Day? 🥰💝💋

Be my Valentine

ship: claia

writer: any

When Clarke is assigned to help exchange student Gaia get acquainted with her new school, she thinks it’s adorable how clueless the girl is about their traditions and holidays. When Valentine’s Day comes around, Clarke decides that the best way to educate would be with a hands-on approach.

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[bitimerush]

Shaz fic edits // Under the Mistletoe

Happy Birthday, Shaz! @raphaelxantiago

[lesbiankiliel]

6, 15, 32, 50

thank you ♥♥♥♥♥

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

- all of them???? okay. Bagginshield (Tolkienverse), Skyrissian (Star Wars), Rupphire (Steven Universe), Takiko/Uruki (Fushigi Yuugi), Romione (Harry Potter), Tooru/Kyoo (Fruits Basket), Reinako (Sailor Moon), M’Challa (Marvel) (tied with Tony/happiness and some well-deserved rest), Mondler (Friends), Holt/Kevin (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Claia (Shadowhunters), Gekitabe (Majisuka Gakuen), Korrasami (Avatar), Theyna (Riordanverse), Moomin/Snufkin (the Moomins), Mulan/Merida (Once Upon a Time), Bella/Leah (Twilight), Kalma/Kita (Lordi) (this one was an accident lol), Daensa (Game of Thrones), Captain Blackadder/Captain Darling (Blackadder)

… I think that’s it, I probably forgot something

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

- is Skyrissian obscure enough xD also Bella/Leah. and literally every Majisuka Gakuen ship bc Majijo is such a small fandom.

I guess also R2-D2 x Chopper would fit this^^

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

- oh yeah, couldn’t do it without music, it helps me to concentrate and occasionally inspires a lot (I had a moment of enlightment when I was writing Like a ray of sun and ended up listening to You’ll Be in My Heart by Phil Collins bc that song is Lando and Rey’s relationship in a nutshell)

I make playlists that have everything from movie soundtracks to Nightwish to Japanese pop music, so no one genre or band. depends on my mood a lot

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

- it all started when I was 12, young and innocent, and found a bunch of Lordi fics on this site I went to, and started to read them, got inspired, wrote my own shit, and the rest is history

I actually recently read the last Lordi fic I wrote, the plot was actually pretty good (execution not so much but I was 18 when I stopped writing it)

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