#fandom trope mashup from the prompt list

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For the AU-gust Mashup:

Fili x Reader + Fairytale + “Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

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Fandom: Lord of The Rings - The Hobbit Ship/Pairing: Fili x Reader Trope: Fairy Tale - Curse Note: Prompt is in the ask. Thanks @sotwk I don't have the occasion to write for Fili near enough. SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE. Warnings: Curse, losing your voice, not being able to communicate, near death experience. Word count: 1 954 Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

The summer had barely begun, when you met him. At first, you thought he was an illusion. A trick of your mind. Clear eyes, blonde hair, he’d carried himself just like you thought he would. The Crowned Prince, they called him. He had introduced himself as Fili. Nothing more. He came and went to your stand on the market place. Over the course of a few months, he had become a vital presence in your life. Just as you did in his.

To your agony, none of you would speak of it aloud. In your mind only, could he hold you, could he be with you. The status was one thing. The other was how people called you: the witch. Fili would never refer to you in such a way. He once called you a “soft-spirited soul who could cure any wound”. It had made your heart beat so fast you thought he would surely see the beats on your skin. But, the herbs you used and the unguents? It was common knowledge, yet it was not as widely used as it should have been. It was considered a women’s trade first and then was replaced completely by modern medicine. They did not keep your stall empty though. Even, on occasions, some people would come to you for more than just healing. For a kind ear and a cup of ale. That was why it did not surprise you when the tall and grand man came, in his white robes and equally beautiful staff. He did not say his name but you would remember his face forever. An intricate affair of wrinkles and bones showing under his skin. It was as if he’d been taunt over an overused canvas. You had seen worse ugliness, worse gnarly members, deformed by arthritis or unfair accidents. It was nothing new and you thought nothing of it.

“What may I help you with tonight, traveller?”

His robe was stained on the hems, earth and what you assumed was crusted mud over it. He did not move, only following your movements across the room with intent. His lips seemed to be moving, but no sound came out of them. Uneasy, you sat down and offered a cup of warm tea, just brewed. He stayed motionless.

“You look just like her, you know? — What?”

The jolt almost made you knock over your tea. The last time someone compared you to anyone else was when your grandmother was alive. Could he have known her? Or was he toying with you?

“You like just like your grandmother…” He stepped into your space, closing in on you. A chill ran down your spine. He had known her then. “The same eyes, the same face, those same treacherous lips…” He grabbed onto your chin, a harsh grip forcing you into meeting his eyes. You were so scared you did not dare move a muscle. “And you will pay for her lies and her filthy words.”

He released you, your body meeting with the floor in a violent attempt at getting away from him. His staff pointed at you, he mumbled incoherent words. Then, some all too coherent ones.

“Blood of the blood of my enemy, I hereby punish you. For your grandmother broke my heart with her words and it will break yours too! You will remain speechless, until someone confesses their love for you. Only if they do and you love them in return, the curse shall be lifted. A day and a night you shall have before the words strangle you. Hear my wrath, blood of the blood and know your time to be shortened.”

A maniacal laugh echoed through the room, white and grey fog sneaking through the door. You raised your head and he was gone, heaps of smoke the only sign he was there at all.

The next morning, you were mute.

———— It had taken a heavy toll on you. People could not understand why from one day to the next, your voice had gone out. The weather could not explain it. You couldn’t any more either.

Of course, Fili chose that day to show up. He did not exactly chose, for it was the first time in weeks he had managed to have some free time. Naturally, he arranged to come and see you.

“Hello.”

The smile you offered was…odd. Uneasy. He wondered what he could have done to deserve this thin lipped, excuse of a smile. You were always so quick to smile brightly, even in the early hours of the morning, eyes stinging with the last remnants of sleep.

“Are you not going to say it back?”

He rose an eyebrow, more out of curiosity than animosity. You tried. You really, really tried to tell him. But the clients were growing impatient and the line was growing thick behind him. Upon seeing you interact with them, gestures and half guessed prices, Fili realised you were not choosing not to answer. You could not. In an impulse, he jumped over the stand and joined you behind.

“Hello, good sir, what might we do for you today?”

The dandy man blinked once. Twice. His eyes kept going from you to Fili before choosing to ignore the fact that the future heir to the kingdom was now selling herbs and creams on the market. You could not stop him even if you had wanted to. Before you could try to intervene, he had already taken it upon himself to help you. He pushed you back and sat you down on your chariot. He did not stop, not for one minute. The whole morning he served and listened sometimes turning to you for confirmation. You intervened once or twice, and that was that. How long did he observe you to know almost as much as you did? From where you were you saw him leave his heavy pelted coat, warmed up by the activity. His shoulder blades barely hidden behind a linen shirt, became a good distraction to the feeling of helplessness within. Your fingers twitched once or twice, wanting nothing more than to reach out for him. You knew you couldn’t. But one can always dream. Right? Suddenly in lack of clients, he turned to you, chest rising rapidly. A hint of hair peeked from under his collarbones and you had a hard time focusing on his words.

“Now. How did you lose your voice?”

A real worry started to gain his face even as he smirked. He could not fool you anymore. His eyes started studying you, as if your face could tell him what had happened.

“Did you catch a cold?”

You shook your head and sighed. This was going to be impossible to explain. Suddenly, you sprung to your feet grabbing his hand. If he had been in his right mind, he would have stuttered and crumbled internally at that. Luckily he wasn’t and merely blushed when you did. Your hands were showing him something.

“Something to write?”

Excitedly, you nodded. He pulled a piece of paper and a charcoal out of his pocket and handed them to you. In quick words, you explained the situation to him. As he read on, his heart kept sinking. He knew his attachment to be love. Fili had known for quite some time. Regardless, if you did not feel the same then it was a doomed story. The deadline was growing closer as each moment passed and he was losing his mind. He kept pacing trying to find another way out of it. There was none. Even if he had gone to Gandalf - the sorcerer of the Kingdom - it would be too late before he’d come up with a solution. His only hope was to tell you how he felt. In the unlikely odds, that maybe, you would not reject him. If not, he’d make your last day a feast and a paradise. The taste of grief melted in his mouth. He swallowed it soon. In a whisper and an extended hand, he called you to him. When you took his hand, shaking and hesitant, his heartbeat accelerated.

If only he knew. His face told you everything. You could see his resolution disappear with every passing moment. He had no solution. So, he did not love you in the end and the dreams you had about living together were just dreams. You almost cried when he pulled you in, embracing you in his arms, his warmth. He could not look at you and you could not blame him for it.

“It’s time I told you…”

You held your breath, a deep sigh shaking him. He took your face in his hands, gentle and tender.

“I am afraid that all those months I have deceived you.”

Your heart sank again and as you struggled in his hold, he stopped you.

“Let me finish, please.”

You nodded, tearful sobs already on the edge of your lips.

“I have not been honest. From the very first time we met, I knew. I knew I would come to love you. I did not stop it. I knew our stations would not match. It didn’t bother me. It still doesn’t. I don’t care if you don’t love me back. I need you to hear this…”

Tears ran down your cheeks. He had to be lying. He had to be. How could he say such lies when you were in this deadly situation? How could he toy with you like this. Again, you struggled against his hold and he gripped your shoulders. Through the cloths his heat was both a fast poison and a powerful balm.

“Just look at me. Forget everything else. Forget where we are. Just listen to me.”

You did. You looked at him and his sea-coloured eyes. A deep feeling of content took root inside of you. Maybe if you were to die by tomorrow, enjoying him was not the worst thing you could be doing right now. So you did as he said and focused on his voice, his eyes, his neatly braided beard. Your fingertips combed gently through it and it made him stutter for a moment.

“I love… No. I adore you. You will not die today, I will not allow it. Never will I allow it. You cannot leave me like this. There were shadows in me before, now there’s only your light. Yours and no one else. How you did it, I will never know but I love you. I love you, and I will always love you until the end of time… —I love you too.”

Your voice croaked as if it had been unused for years. It startled both of you. An immense joy washed over you and you jumped into his arms, breathing him in, basking in his warmth. He held on to you so tight, it was sure to leave marks. The market around you was unchanged but you were. He looked at you dead in the eye, a mere centimetres from your face.

“Never, ever, do that again. —No promises.”

You laughed and squealed when he mumbled about “promises” and “worried sick” and you being the death of him one day. Quickly, in between two rants you pulled him to you and kissed him. He continued on for a good moment before he realised what had happened. He blushed furiously, the corner of his lips lifting. Soon, your lips found his, gently. He wanted to enjoy that kiss and all the others coming afterwards.

People around you, were sure to have something to talk about the next day.

On the other hand, you would choose to be nowhere else but right there in his arms.

All their words be damned.

[zephfair]

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Gah, I'm so sorry I haven't answered this sooner! I hope you're still around, lovely anon!

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

I'm going to be perfectly honest: I am the laziest and most unoriginal writer.

I am crap at coming up with my own fic ideas. When I started writing fanfic, I just took prompts off the kink memes on LJ for the fandom I was in (remember those? good times). They didn't even have to be NSFW; there were just tons of great prompts that could be adapted, and it was fun to fill them for people. In that same fandom, I got really involved with the LJ comms and we had regular fic events where readers would load up hundreds of prompts and we could write and post anonymously before the big reveal. So I didn't have to come up with my own original ideas.

BUT, I loved prompts that were unique takes on fairy tales or really well-worn tropes and then twisting them to be different. While I didn't come up with the fic idea, I always worked to put my own spin on it. And I still *adore* twists on fairy tales so much that I want to write them for every fandom I'm in.

Once I moved on to other fandoms and had to come up with my own ideas, I think I tended to stick to filling in missing scenes in canon until I realized that it could be funny to take a Tumblr (or Twitter) meme and write it for a crack fic. Plus, I've written a lot of smut which doesn't always need much plot. I once did a 30-day writing challenge mostly for Bleach that nearly sent me into hysterics but the daily prompts were fun.

Then there are the mashups with other shows or movies because I love a really good AU and classics like The Princess Bride are ripe for using with fandom characters like I did with Bleach (or Mr. and Mrs. Smith like I've been kicking around for TRC for a while).

In The Raven Cycle fandom, I've leaned way into the crack, from what I'm watching on TV or thinking about randomly as I drive. I was watching The Bachelorette (under duress, I must add) when I started to think about how TRC characters would fit into that world without making them completely OOC. I sat in a dealership waiting for my car to be fixed last Black Friday and thought about how I could turn the holiday into a funny one-shot (and the salesmen all joining in a warbly, out-of-tune last line of All I Want For Christmas Is You was written into it--that literally happened).

The one thing about being old is that I've had some truly wacky things happen to me, especially in some of my jobs. It makes for good comedy ideas and people will never know that it actually was true. I've had zany, sitcom worthy things happen around me, and for a while I actually kept a file of all the ridiculous things people or family said around me. Now I can use them and people think I'm funny. 😂 But I have used a lot of weird and bizarre little things I've done or said in my stories and no one's ever complained so I'll keep on doing it.

All this essay just to say that I love writing from prompts. If anyone reading this wants a little fic and wants to prompt me, let me know. Sometimes I reblog prompt lists and offer ficlets. I can't promise it'll be the most unique, but I try.

Here's the Fic Meme if you want to ask anything!

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Fanfiction trope mash up: 60. Poorly Timed Confessions and 70. Locked in a Room for Aziraphale and Crowley?

Prompt from @likearumchocolatesouffle and @lunarmultishine

Escape and confession

"What is it Adam and Warlock wanted to do for their joint birthday?" Crowley asked Aziraphale as they lazily drove towards the Dowlings estate.

"I believe dear, that Pepper had called it an "Escape Room" when they were all discussing it at our last teatime visit. Warlock said that his parents were having a customized popup one at the party this year. " Aziraphale explained with a smile.

He was excited to see his boys again, though Adam was still fresh to the idea of him and Crowley, he was not adverse to Warlock being basically his parent-trapped brother. And where Warlock went so did he and Crowley.

"I mean that sounds less fun than the last year's birthday entertainment." Crowley said smiling as he drove them through the gates of the familiar estate.

"Oh, no, I was a rubbish magician, though if I had the proper stage setup I would have thoroughly been able to entertain." Aziraphale said with a wistful note to his voice.

Crowley brought Aziraphale's plump hand, which he had been holding, to his lips and kissed his knuckles.

"You thoroughly entertained me." He said between knuckle kisses.

Aziraphale blushed and smiled.

"Place seems to have gone a bit to hell since we've been gone." Crowley noted as he parked the Bentley and unlatched his seatbelt.

"Oh, the petunias I planted are gone." Aziraphale said woefully looking towards the flower bed that was near the hedges as he climbed out of the car.

"Petunias are a gaudy flower anyway." Crowley said with a hand wave.

Aziraphale gave a derisive snort and fell in step with Crowley, reaching silently for his hand.

"Nanny! Bro Fran! You made it!" Warlock shouted from across the yard, sprinting towards the pair.

"I do detest that nickname." Aziraphale whispered to Crowley, noticing Adam, Pepper, Brian, Wenslydale, and Dog racing towards them as well.

"I wonder how that got into his head." Crowley said, hiding a smirk.

Warlock reached them first and tried to give them a simultaneous hug, but his arms being thr length of a twelve year olds, was unable to get both godfathers in his embrace.

"Here Warlock!" Adam exclaimed breathlessly, he took one of Warlock's hands and made a hug extension with his other arm.

"Adam quit hogging the space!" Pepper balked grabbing Adam's other free hand.

"Actually Pepper, Adam wasn't hogging the space, he was merely crowding the supernatural entities." Wensleydale said grabbing Pepper's free hand.

"Hey guys, we can't wait for you to try the escape room." Brian said grabbing Wensleydale's free hand and Warlock's free hand.

Together they formed a circle and tightly squeezed into Aziraphale and Crowley giving them a group hug for the record book.

Dog races around the circle barking joyfully. He was always happy to see Crowley, who always snuck him treats.

Crowley ruffled all the kids hair and snuck Dog a strip of bacon he had shoved in his pocket at breakfast as Aziraphale greeted each child with long winded hellos and good tidings.

"Kids! The escape room is ready!" Harriet Dowling called from the front of the house waving.

The kids cheered and raced to the front of the house, Dog trailing behind them nipping at Brian's heels.

"I'm so very glad the children warmed up to us after the little incident at the airbase." Aziraphale said as he fondly watched the children run ahead.

"By little incident you mean the Apocalypse?" Crowley asked barking a laugh and wrapping an arm around Aziraphale's shoulders as they walked.

"The Notpocolypse I believe is the term the children are using nowadays." Aziraphale said smiling at his counterpart.

The pair caught up with the children as they gathered into the doorway.

The entirety of the Dowlings downstairs guest bedroom had been turned into an Escape Room by a new company in the party business called Use the Clues.

"Not a very clever name. Nothing like Oscar Wilde would've wrote" Crowley whispered with a chuckle in Aziraphale's ear.

"Uh don't mention that ghastly man's name. You'll make me lose my scone and tea." Aziraphale said with a grimace.

"Honestly the man just lamented his undying love for you in his works and you snub him like a dirty nappy." Crowley said trying not to tear up with laughter.

"I only have eyes for one dearest, always have and always will." Aziraphale said giving Crowley a surprise peck on the cheek.

"Thousands of eyes." Crowley murmured turning his face and kissing the corner of Aziraphale's mouth.

"I think we 'ave ow first volunteers." The employee from Use the Clues said with a cross turn of the mouth and a cockney accent staring at Aziraphale and Crowley.

"This'll be easy, like that game on the telly angel. We'll be done in five minutes tops." Crowley said confidently swaggering to the open door of the dark room.

Aziraphale followed close behind giving a sheepish smile to the employee.

The group of children watched excitedly as the timer for the game started, the door shut behind the pair, and the lights were turned on.

Aziraphale blinked several times before being able to take in everything surrounding them.

And then he turned and tugged at the doorknob.

"Hello, um, we need to be let out immediately please." He said in a forced calm voice.

"Sorry can't come out til your minutes are up or you Use the Clues. Woulda knowed that if youd been listenin wouldn't ya?" She said through the door with a edge to her voice.

Aziraphale looked over his shoulder, saw Crowley examining things closely, lifting up his sunglasses to get a better look, and shuddered.

"My dear woman! We need let out immediately!" Aziraphale said somewhat frantically.

"Angel, what in heavens name is going on with you?" Crowley asked concerned, his lips pouting out slightly at thinking something was wrong with his dear angel.

Aziraphale exhaled and tugged at his coat.

"Nothing dear, nothing." He said primly.

Crowley, not understanding what the undercurrent of Aziraphale's tone said, "Come help me with this, box thingy then, here I'll bring it to you. I think it has a clue in it." Crowley said walking over resting a cheek on Aziraphale's shoulder holding up a small blue box with a yellow star and red lever on the side.

Aziraphale kept his eyes on the box and turned the lever, an unfamiliar tune came from the box, Aziraphale continued to turn the lever in circles.

Then a section of the box popped open and a small clown popped out.

Aziraphale gave out a cry and turned away burying his face in Crowley's chest.

"Angel?! What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Crowley exclaimed in surprise.

He tossed the offending Jack-in-the-box aside and wrapped his long spindly arms around his upset round angel.

"Oh Crowley, I'm sorry, this is frightfully embarrassing !" Aziraphale's muffled voice cried from Crowley's tshirt.

Crowley ran his hands from Aziraphale's golden curls to his soft neck to his broad back.

"Angel, you can tell me. What is wrong?" Ceowley murmured gently, soothingly.

Aziraphale took in a ragged breath and pulled himself away from Crowley's chest.

"I, I'm, oh this is so embarrassing. Crowley, I am afraid of clowns." Aziraphale said, keeping his eyes on Crowley's making sure they didnt stray to the room full of clowns that they were locked in.

Crowley's lip twitched, but he maintained his composure to comfort Aziraphale, he rested each hand on the Angel's plump shoulders.

"Angel, weren't you a mime when we lived in Paris?" Crowley asked trying not to break his somber facade and crack a smile.

Aziraphale stiffened and his lips twisted into a prim little pursed shape.

"Mimes are completely different from, clowns." Aziraphale stated tartly.

"Right, of course, of course." Crowley said one hand gesturing in the air.

"I can barely be near any, or have them in sight, they frighten me so much." Aziraphale said, clenching his eyes closed and gripping and ungripping Crowley's shirt.

"Okay angel, okay. Shhh." Crowley said pulling Aziraphale to his chest, getting lost a moment in all the softness that was pressed against him.

With one arm wrapped around Aziraphale, with the other hand he knocked on the door beside them.

"Eh?" The lady called.

"Miss, we would like to get out now please." Crowley said gently.

"You got five more minutes before the lock is up. I cant unlock it before then." She called back.

Aziraphale moaned in Crowley's shirt, and Crowley's lips curled in a snarl.

He wrapped the other arm around Aziraphale tightly pulling him closer, letting him bury his plump face in his narrow chest.

"Angel, remember that song we used to sing Warlock when he was a baby?" Crowley asked thinking of something.

"Which one?" Aziraphale bemoaned into Crowley's chest.

Crowley smiled, "The Doris Day one." He said softly.

"I don't think so." Aziraphale answered, his voice muffled.

Crowley leaned so his mouth was near Aziraphale's ear and he constricted him tightly.

"I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck." Crowley sang gently giving Aziraphale an extra squeeze.

Aziraphale looked up at hin with a small smile and watery eyes.

"A hug around the neck." Aziraphale sang back.

"And a barrel and a heap." Crowley sang grinning.

"Barrel and a heap." Aziraphale repeated.

"And I'm talking in my sleep about you." They sang together.

Crowley searched Aziraphale's face for any other sense of fear, and then when he noted all the traces were gone from his blue eyes, he slid his hands up to the aides of Aziraphale's face.

Crowley thumbed the Angel's plump cheeks, and the crease on the side of his neck where his double chin began, Crowley smiled and leaned forward and kissed Aziraphale gently on the lips.

Aziraphale stood on his tiptoes leaning up, wrapping his large wide arms around Crowley's thin frame and pulling him closer.

All sense of fear gone while he was so close to his beloved.

All of time stopped, as they lingered locked together at the lips.

A loud click announced the end of their turn in the escape room but they didnt pay any kind to the doors opening, just each other and the way they felt and tastes mingled together.

The children's voices choruses of "ew!" Filled the air until they broke apart, and all but sprinted out of the room.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

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[roseapothecary]

I’m posting this several hours past the deadline, but it’s okay bc I posted a single bingo a couple days ago (so that one counts). This has been an incredible fest! It’s my first EVER as a member of this fandom and I’ve enjoyed all of the wonderful, creative stories that came out of it... not to mention, I really enjoyed writing the three that I contributed myself! Thank you to the mods for organizing this, and to all of you that submitted work.

I decided to come back and fill out a full bingo card with recs.

The one line I did before just wasn’t enough.

... And, this time, I’m going to properly gush. 🥰

Featuring Art: you know what they say: better late than never

This is literally so fucking pure.

Rare Ships: everyday the hold is getting tighter (and it troubles me so)

Do Ruth/Stevie count as a rare ship? They’re not ~technically canon, so I’m counting it. This piece is REALLY sweet and features one of my favorite tropes (“there’s only one bed!!”)

Character Archetypes: breaking open the game

This is a GORGEOUS exploration of Patrick’s experience as a queer athlete. 

Alexis’ POV: Rollin' With the Homies

YA’LL. This fic tho. Like. Not only does Alexis’s POV really shine when read through this lens, it also blends so well with Cher’s tone that it’s... like... It’s perfect. It’s the perfect mashup. The author’s choice to write it in first-person was a boss move and I read the entire thing in Alexis’s actual voice in my head. AND TWYLEXIS KISS IN DISNEYLAND? COME. ON.

Audio/Podfic: [Podfic] Never Felt This Way Before 

This is one of my favorites from @schittposting​, given new life. Such a beautiful transformation of an already beautiful fic.

Patrick’s POV: What's New Pussycat?

There are literally no words to explain this. David is a cat. Literally. I never realized how on brand that would be, but... dude, David Rose is a cat.

Less Than 2k: lost mittens and dryer lint

Not only did this lead me into a spiral watching the original House Hippo advert and reading about that whole thing (fucking fascinating), it also had me giggling and smiling. So cute.

Romantic Tropes: You Look Like a Movie, You Sound Like a Song

SUCH a unique take on rom-com tropes and David’s love for them. I can’t say much more without spoiling the magic of it because it truly is an original concept. Just... take my word for it. Read it.

Set in SC: Budd is a dud! Vote Sands.

Love, love, love this view of Stevie/Twyla’s relationship. There’s a great mix of comedy, romance, and general sweetness.

Over 20k: I Waited My Whole Life

I mean, I love weddings and this has SEVERAL of them, so obviously it’s gonna be on my rec list. It’s a great story and a beautiful ride, from beginning to end. There’s a great balance of comedy and fluff... and tbh the banter? [chef’s kiss]

Fantasy and Fandom Tropes: Captive on the carousel of time 

There is so much to love about this fic. Seeing David and Patrick from Twyla’s perspective is absolutely adorable, for one, and Twyla’s perspective IN GENERAL is delightful. There’s also a time-loop AND Stevie/Twyla. 

Canon-Compliant: to the end of reckoning

This is a cool take on Patrick and Ronnie’s dynamic and I’ve frankly accepted it as part of my personal head-canon. It’s so spot on.

Free Space: More Than a Bird

At no point in my life did I think, “You know who would make a great superhero? David Rose.” Then I read this, and I haven’t stopped thinking... You know who would make a great superhero? David Fucking Rose. It’s a great exploration of his character and Patrick’s character... and also David’s familial dynamic with Stevie and Alexis. I would read another 20k of this, to be totally honest with ya’ll.

Free Space honorable mention: Make a Wish 

Okay, I couldn’t choose between this one and the above one for my free space, so you’re getting both. I fucking love this concept and how the author incorporated the rings into the genie mythos... and the mythos the author created in general for how genies work? The Aladdin references were lovely, but there’s also a fresh, original sorta vibe. And the background of HOW David ended up a genie in the first place is just... gold. Such a good story overall.

Platonic Tropes: Gonna Watch You Shine

Johnny and Stevie are family now. 🥺 

That’s it. That’s all you need to know. Read it.

Rare POV: didn’t ask for this--you freely gave it (so now i watch your mouth for both of us)

This fic takes you on the journey of Twyla and Alexis’s relationship over the course of the show through Twyla’s eyes and it’s stunning.

Based on a Movie: Taste of a Poison Paradise 

It’s Alexis as Harley Quinn. Do I need to say more? This is so so good. I love ALL of the author’s choices re: character alter egos. Rachel as Black Canary?  Stevie as Catwoman? STEVIE/RACHEL??? And, obvi, the Twylexis of it all. My favorite part (and why it gets this bingo slot) is the way Alexis’s thought bubbles actually made their way into the text, ala Harley’s voiceovers in Birds of Prey. It worked really really well. 

David’s POV: Flying Coach 

Genuinely a fucking delight. David’s characterization here is flawless, first of all, and... honestly, whoever you are, author person... I’d really like to see what happens next in Paris. So, if you could get on that, that would be great. [David Rose voice] Thanks so much.

Multiple Tropes: You Happened

High school David/Patrick and Stevie/Twyla? Sign me the fuck up. This is one of my favorite takes on the “David works at Rose Video” concept (which is already one of my fave SC tropes), and it seamlessly folds in so many different nods to canon. It’s sweet and it’s funny and it’s angsty and it’s just a lot. It’s so good.

Canadian Tropes: Close Encounters of the Alces Kind

This had me giggling basically the entire time. Who wouldn’t love a text-based fic about a moose? ...David, probably... but that’s it.

Featuring Music: favored nations

I will never shut up about this fic for as long as I fucking live. I’m literally tearing up writing this stupid little rec and thinking about it. David’s whole story with his galleries translates SO well into what the author set up for him here... and humble!famous Patrick is just Correct in every way. It’s a brilliant, brilliant AU... and tbh? I wish David and Patrick were real so they could actually create this play together. I’d love to see it. 

Set Outside SC: how it's gonna always be

This one stole my heart. It’s SO beautifully written, first of all, and it’s a great story. Both David and Patrick have the habit of running from their problems, but it’s with each other that they finally dive in headfirst. Also, y’know, the fic is 🔥🔥🔥.

WLW Fic: If You Could See The Other Side Of Me 

This had me fucking cackling. By now, ya’ll know how much Stevie/Alexis mean to me and dksvjioehgo dude this take is just... [chef’s kiss]. The author even wrote lyrics. Like. That ALONE sends this fic to the next fucking level. Quebecky Stan 4 Lyfe.

Stevie’s POV: In the Running

Another take on the “Stevie and Twyla compete for a council seat” prompt. I loved how this brought out their competitive sides. A delight.

Multiple Chapters: four four four two 

SOFT!!! ALSO THERE ARE BAKED GOODS!!! AND INCREDIBLY FLIRTATIOUS NOTES!!! AND PEEK-A-BOO STEVIE/RUTH TOO!

Gen Fic: The Guestbook of David and Patrick Rose-Brewer 

The voices are so spot on. Just. So perfect. I wish I could hear the actors read this.

[firesign23]

Author Interview

Tagged by: @aviss  (And @luthienebonyx while I was answering!)

Name:  Ehh, any variation of my usernames is fine. Or you can ask after we’ve talked. It’s too distinctive to put on Tumblr

Fandoms: I’m currently active in Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Game of Thrones, and occasionally still check in on the Agent Carter fandom when I have time. I’ve been fandoming for 18 years though, and couldn’t list all the ones I’ve been active in. I used to think I could, and then awhile back I was suddenly hit with a reminder that I wrote fic for X and had forgotten it entirely. 😂

Where you post: AO3

Most popular oneshot: (every single one of us) still left in want of mercy  for GoT. For Miss Fisher, the answer actually surprised me--by hits it is A Hundred and One, which made some sense because it was my first fic and hit during that huge rush in the wake of series 3. By kudos? It’s Reservations, a Mac POV of Phryne and Jack’s developing relationship. 

Most popular multi-chapter story: in the wild blue yonder, your star is fixed (in my sky)  for GoT, which is unsurprising because I only have two and that is both older and longer. A Glass Splinter for Miss Fisher, which is also unsurprising because it is oldest and longest. 

Favorite story you wrote: I always say Fear Not the Bugle, because it was long and hard and deeply personal by the end, but I think that answer changes a lot based on whatever definition of favourite I’m using.  

Story you were nervous to post: All of them, every time. But, honestly, today’s chapter on in the wild blue yonder was… I told people I was expecting rage quitting, and while nobody’s said so, the subscription count has gone down for the first time. There’s any number of innocuous reasons for that, and of course people can read what they want and interests change and so on, but it doesn’t feel like a coincidence that it came after this chapter either. I am, of course, overthinking the whole thing like hell because that’s how I roll. I’ll be over it tomorrow--the story went the way the story had to go. 

How you choose your titles: I scream at people until something clicks? I honestly… I’m so bad at picking titles. I’ll use song lyrics or poetry or quotes--lots of room for Shakespeare and Rilke with MFMM for obvious reasons, and also Edna St Vincent Millay and Anais Nin. And D.H. Lawrence, but also fuck that guy. Or sometimes I’ll just use a random word. I like to joke that I’m going to post a Phrack story and just call it “There’s smut, we all know you’ll read this regardless of the title”, but I don’t even have that going for me in the GoT fandom. THE HARDSHIPS, Y’ALL. I’m currently obsessed with finding a reason to use The Ballroom Thieves’ Bees for a fic, somehow, but I’m not sure which bit. Or which fic. It is sure as shit not going to be an angsty, canon-compliant Jaime POV of Winterfell though, that’s for fucking sure.

Do you outline: Somewhat? Before my season 8 fixit I was mostly writing casefics for anything longer than a one-shot, and I found that I had to have a super rough outline before starting so I could make sure the places clues were dropped were well-spaced and the resolution made sense on a super basic level. But this mostly took the form of a super general paragraph per chapter, and I didn’t really know how those things would happen until I get there. For yonder I have a list of shit that’s supposed to happen, maybe, and I’m winging it without knowing what’s coming in even a vague sense more than a couple of chapters ahead. Except for the final chapter, which was one of the first things I noted, back when I was telling @heavyheadedgal I wasn’t going to WRITE a fic, it was just satisfying to think about it, and anyway even if I did it would be a oneshot. 

I do, however, sort of outline a chapter when I get to writing it. Outline mostly means a sentence, maybe two, per scene--X happens, the purpose of which is Y, tone might be Z--and any scraps of dialogue/writing that had already come to me during previous writing. 

Complete: On ao3 I have… 150 or so? I think the full count is 152 or 153, and of those one is on hiatus and has been for years, one is complete but not yet fully posted because it’s for the 2019 monthly challenge for MFMM, and one genuine WIP. I have no idea what the true total over 18 year is though, other than a LOT.

In-progress: I am actively working on in the wild blue yonder, your star is fixed (in my sky) and the The Seasons Will Change Us New series (aka Minigolf AU), and have a few things like prompts that I pick at on occasion. 

Coming soon/not yet started:

I have a ton more stories in the Minigolf series--the first on the docket is a one-shot of Brienne and Jaime grabbing coffee (that’s what I’m working on), then one set over the Midwinter holiday where their skiing holiday plans are interrupted by Robert’s death. Then there is the bachelor auction fic, which is going to be great because platonic neck kisses. And a few after that.  

The third fic in the series of smutty character studies, which will feature pegging and domJaime (somehow?) and I have NO FUCKING CLUE what it will actually look like but I need it and nobody else is going to write it, so...

My next “serious” longfic will probably by the Persuasion/Anne of Cleves!AU, which is the weirdest mashup description ever. But the premise could be really great--it’s a canon divergence where Brienne and Jaime meet earlier in the timeline and become friends, then are separated by Cersei’s scheming and the ire of the court, both of them in love but not realising or able to act on it at the time. Then they meet again when she is Catelyn’s sworn sword (I’m handwaving so much politics in this fic and Ned’s death is different so Sansa is marrying Joffrey and UGH I’m not looking forward to that side of things because my grasp of canon is so bad), and there is angst and pining and strained sniping. Addam gets to be Charles Musgrove. It’s only the vaguest sort of take on Persuasion, but… The Anne of Cleves side of things is--okay, I kinda want to really lean into that inspiration, but the real point of that is to tackle Brienne’s ugliness from an angle that acknowledges that it can be a “Yes and…” situation--yes, she’s not pretty, and it can also be a constructed, weaponised attack on her. For example, I’m taking that “More of a woman’s shape” thing and running with it--she’s not feminine in build, but that gets warped into “Entirely indistinguishable from a man” by people out to discredit her, and even Jaime’s memories of her have been shaped by that propaganda.  

Look, we all know I’m writing Cocks and Robbers and it is entirely the fault of @aurora-australis-tumbles 

Do you accept prompts: Absolutely! I can be very slow at filling them though, because I… for a long time I was really struggling with writing for a bunch of complex reasons and I’m still working my way up to being able to write a lot in a day. It’s like a muscle injury that’s slowly healing, but I’m not pushing myself, and that means that I can’t currently sit down and bang out 5 or 6 ficlets in a day like I used to. 

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: Persuasion AU, I think? What I have to say about beauty is probably rather niche and not interesting to the vast majority of fans, but it’s something that I like to explore. Or the bachelor auction AU because TROPES GALORE.

Tagging @whopooh  @scruggzi @aurora-australis-tumbles @renee561 and whoever else wants to do it. I am super bad at remembering who has already done these things

[ladykf-writes]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation (and a little self love)

Sooooo, as talked about I wanted to do a little promo. I may not always be my favorite writer, but I try to be one of my cheerleaders. And well, if you’re here you obviously have some interest in what I’m up to.

SO! Here’s a list of my currently-published WIPs and some info about them, in the order that I’ve updated them, most recent to oldest. 

Feel free to ask questions about any of them!

Dog Whistle (Ao3 || FFN) - started off as a prompt from @snackarey​ when I reblogged some Soulmate AUs. This one was a prompt for soulmates (Zack/Kunsel) who felt what each other felt - like pain. Needless to say, this went into a canon divergent AU where Kunsel felt some of what Zack was going through when Hojo got a hold of him after Nibelheim. And saved him, setting off an ever-increasing list of revolutionary consequences. It’s nearly 58K, and though I’m a little stuck I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes.

Dewprism: Journey to the [Relic] (Ao3 || FFN) - this actually has a lot more written than I’ve posted, I just got a little frustrated because well... the fandom is teeny tiny and there’s no real feedback. But! It’s an interesting piece. It’s a semi-novelization where I’m taking the old PS1 Classic from Squaresoft, Threads of Fate/Dewprism and merging the two storylines. Basically... you can’t play the game anymore unless you got it from the PSN for your PSP or... PS2, I think? Or emulate it, of course, you can do that. And I wanted to bring the experience to more people, because it’s got such a great story.

It’s Not a Game (Ao3 || FFN) - this is my Avengers/FF7 crossover, and funny story, it was actually born out of a comment back on my old Genesis RP blog about how Genesis would totally be Tony Stark’s favorite character if he played Crisis Core. It’s turned into a full blown fixit I have a type and I actually have like, 90% of the next chapter done, it just doesn’t feel quite right so I haven’t posted it. And am, of course, stuck. There’s a case of choice paralysis here; the premise is that, in the MCU, FF7 is a series like it is in our world, and Tony is a fan. So he goes to make a simulation to do a self-insert... only he somehow transports himself (and Bruce) to a dimension where it’s real. A “Stark-insert” someone called it; and it does use a lot of “Self-Insert” tropes, actually. There’s just so many ways it could go that I’m stuck on choosing exactly how to progress here.

Party of Five (Ao3 || FFN) - the MMO AU! This was actually originally a prompt @up-sideand-down​ got, that I got permission to take off with. It’s a modern AU AGSZC where they meet online playing this MMO I made up that’s based off of FF7 and modeled after a mashup of like, me studying WoW and my experiences playing SWTOR. I’ve actually got some ideas of where it’s going, I just got too caught up in technicalities and need to reroute it back to the relationships going on.

Welcome to FF7 (series link, Ao3) - this is me hashing out basically what I think went down pre-games. Most of it is headcanon, I cannot stress that enough. It’s based off of the little we know, of course, but there’s just so much we don’t that it’s mostly headcanon. Tons of OCs. It’s a whole series, and they overlap - different sections that follow different departments, mostly. The base story is Welcome to ShinRa (Ao3 || FFN) and that follows the man who will become President Shinra from back when they first discover mako energy. I’ve also got Welcome to the Science Department (Ao3 || FFN) which starts off with college students Gast and Grimoire and how they get drawn into the beginnings of what becomes ShinRa Electric.

And last but not least, honorable mention to Times of Change (Ao3) - this was actually a piece inspired by @deadcatwithaflamethrower‘s Re-Entry series. I desperately need to reread that before I can hope to continue this, but... one day. One day.... I don’t suggest reading it right now, my headcanons have changed and it needs an overhaul. But you’ll see eventually.

And now... the WIPs you haven’t seen. (Under a cut)

By fandom, just to keep things straight, but in no particular order otherwise.

Compilation of FF7

The Snowball Effect (Ao3 || FFN) ... sequel? continuation? - as one of the gift exchange presents I’ve just done this past month, it is definitely standalone as is, but if I ever figure out where I want to take it, I’ll continue that one. It was just far too much fun.

The Price of Freedom - the sequel to To Be Human, which... I’m looking forward to, but I really burnt myself out on TBH so it’s going to be longer than anticipated before I approach this one. TBH definitely stands on its own, but there were some loose ends left to tie up, so we’ll see how that goes. And when it goes, when I’m ready to approach that again. TBH needs some editing, too... lots of work there.

The Unnamed Pokemon/FF7 crossover that I’ve talked about for... a couple years now (yikes) but now actually have a plot for. It’s very interesting to me, putting Pokemon on Gaia, and seeing how that changes everything. Because like, they’d have presumably used Mew’s DNA since there’s no Jenova (I can’t see them using Deoxys, which would be the closer parallel) and since there’s no Chaos, Grimoire is still alive. Which means no extra Drama between Lucrecia and Vincent - and really, there shouldn’t be the stress between Vincent and Hojo over her being sick because Mew would theoretically be much more compatible with humans than Jenova was.

What I’m saying is Seph has three parents and at least one set of grandparents and a much more stable Sephiroth (and Genesis and Angeal, thanks to Lucrecia teaming up with Gillian) leads to some very interesting changes. Like deciding they don’t want to fight the Wutai war anymore. >_>

Hold My Flower - a timetravel fic featuring our one and only flowergirl, who has had enough of people messing up her planet and refuses to just... let it die. She is, unquestionably, a force of nature. No fragile flower to be found here, this is the gal you see in the OG who threatened a mob boss and meant it. Heaven help anyone who gets in her way. She’s going to save the world. Possibly in a Turk Suit, don’t look at me.

The Long Game - Reeve goes back in time, and holy crap this one is a monster I am truly intimidated by so it’s gonna take a while for me to get going on that. XD But basically, similar premise to the above - the world isn’t healing and someone has to do something, so Reeve is nominated due to his position in ShinRa and potential to... he’d say “influence” but let’s call a spade a spade - manipulate people and events to a more favorable outcome.

A third BIT fic is one that I started writing with my friend @askshivanulegacy back in... damn, somewhere between 2011-2013, before we switched to writing SWTOR fic together. It’s one where Zack is sent back in time, and the differences in him post-Hojo change things even before he can start deliberately changing anything. But I got permission to take and remake that, so I intend to, one day. It was Good Stuff. And you can never have too much timetravel.

Dragon Ball Z

So, this is an oooooold fandom of mine - the first fanfics I ever wrote (under a different name, no I’m not telling XD it was ten years ago) were for DBZ, and definitely the first ones I ever read, back in the days of dial up. And I read a couple interesting takes on Chichi/Vegeta fic... and I was talking with @vorpalgirl about it and said I’d love to try my hand at something with that one day. I think they have the potential to be a really great pair (don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the canon pairings but those two have a lot of potential) so... yeah someday I might dip my toes back into Z. It’s on the wishlist, as well as reviving and cleaning up an old unfinished work of mine. Someday~

Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

Seven Years Lost - this one I’ve been debating a long time, and even did a little on! It’s basically how I rationalize what happens when Link pulls the Master Sword out and - well, spoilers but it’s a really old game so - when he comes out as a teenager and is immediately able to handle a nearly-adult body. It involves a dreamscape scenario where he communicates with his past incarnations and learns from them, and from sharing dreams with Zelda due to their bond.

Sailor Moon (manga/Crystal based)

Second Chances - I read a lot of SM fanfic back in the day, and my favorite ones were... more real? Like, there were more consequences to these 14 year old kids out there fighting for their lives and sometimes losing them. I’d like to tell a story through Minako/Venus’ eyes primarily, covering what that’s like, and then I also just really want a happy ending for the senshi/shittenou? So... yay canon divergence, lol. You guys know the deal by now. XD

Star Wars: Legends Era

United We Stand - SWTOR fanfic, baby! Basically, I’m just dying to see the eight classes cross over each other, and I will bend canon to do it. For anyone that’s played the original class story lines, there is some cross over but believe me when I say there were huge opportunities that were let drop by nature of the game. Just with the two Jedi stories alone... but that’s #spoilers for a not-as-old game so I’ll leave that be and only elaborate if asked.

(And do feel free to ask about any of these! I’d love to hash them out more.)

[pellaaearien]

(if you don't mind me asking a few. no worries if there are too many!): I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I absolutely don’t mind you asking multiples! I’ve only gotten one other ask!

I is answered HERE!

K: I’ve come up with quite a few angsty ideas but I don’t really remember them because my muse doesn’t tend to respond to angst. So at this point I don’t even go there in my mind any more because I prefer to think of happy endings. More musings than actionable ideas and then I instantly set out to think of how to fix them. 

Exceptions to this came much earlier in my writing career. I came up with one for my Final Fantasy fic where my OC basically went into a coma while pining for her LI, and her LI wasn’t able to wake her up. Kind of like an angsty alternate ending to the open ended actual ending of the fic. I also have an instance in an original fic I played around with way back when where the main character was forced to erase the memories of her LI in order to save his life, and then marry someone she didn’t love in order to produce an heir to the throne. 

Aside from that, most of my angsty ideas have come from other sources! The Doctor thinking Rose is a hallucination in Fool Me Once is an extrapolation of a common trope. The superwhump in An Art Like Any Other was inspired by a prompt mashup. 

Long story short, I prefer happy endings!

N: Fics I wish people would write for me... hm. I’m not sure. Most of the fun, for me, lies in writing the fic. Other people bring their own styles and perspectives to it, as they should! A lot of the inspiration behind my fics is wanting to do it myself. However, if it were possible to have someone write a fic exactly how I would plan it in my head, I wouldn’t mind passing Locum Tenens or my genderswap Lucifer AU along. They’re both incredibly long fics in the planning stages and it’d be nice to have them off my chest.

Less wishful thinking, if someone wanted to swoop in and finish off To Hell and Back in a satisfying and meaningful way out from under me I wouldn’t say no :P

R: My list of influencers would be long and involved, all the way back to the Jewel Kingdom books I read in the second grade. I’m like a chameleon, I take on anything I come across, often without realizing I’m doing it (is that an accurate metaphor? idek). But the authors that immediately spring to mind are of course papa Tolkien. Jacqueline Carey and Patrick Rothfuss are also big influences. In terms of fanfic writers there are far too many to name, but I want to give a shoutout to @chocolatequeennk for being the first to make me realize that I didn’t have to just explore canon in fic but I could actually change it??? So that was hugely influential. Also her emphasis on happy endings. I like that too.  

S&T: in terms of fandom tropes, I’m actually pretty picky! Any trope can be done poorly or well, so I tend to go by recommendations even if it’s a trope I don’t usually read. In terms of favoured tropes, I tend to be drawn to BDSM themes in fic as I mentioned earlier, but I will nope out immediately if it’s not done respectfully. I’m not a fan of AUs in general (coffeeshop and the like) but there are always exceptions. 

Things that I will generally pass on include deaging fic, mind control fics, and permanent character death.

Thanks for asking!