Story: i’ll write you harmony in c

Summary: “Mum, the fact that Lydia was the first of us to end up barefoot and pregnant is honestly a source of continual surprise to me.” // As it turns out, Mary Bennet’s internal checklist to Being a Good Person-go to medical school; join Médecins Sans Frontières; save lives-is a somewhat oversimplification of ( Read more... )

Story: cinder over everything

Summary: It’s not about the sex. (But. Um, the sex is really good.)

Notes: The affair of David Nolan and Mary Margaret Blanchard. This takes place between “7:15 AM” and “Skin Deep.” It’s not necessarily canon that they fuck like bunnies over that period, but really, when you look at each other like that, where else are ( Read more... )

Story: i know we can make it if we take it slow

Summary: “Oh,” she laughs, and she flings her arms around him and presses a kiss to the top of his head-sometimes Ed can be so wise and sure that she forgets she is two years his senior-“oh, Ed, it’s called growing up.”

Notes: A return to book!Caspian-you know, blond, slight, not sexily accented-and ( Read more... )

Story: brilla el sol, y el corazon

Summary: AU // “If I write to you,” he says in a quiet voice, between them and no one else, so quiet the wind could take the words away and never return them, “will you read my letters?”

Notes: This is incredibly insipid, I know it and my computer knows it which is why it is judging me, and I just finished ( Read more... )

Hard drive cleaning time! Yay! I come bearing a few Susan/Caspian drabbles, which are actually drabbles and actually unconnected. I know. Please promptly die of shock.

Story: along this road he lost his soul
Title: Storybook
Summary: [One hundred drabbles for the casue100 prompt table.] Sometimes she wonders what exactly makes their story romantic.
Notes: NOT ( Read more... )

“Spring,” says Morgana, firmly, and no one dares argue with her, even though this is Guinevere and Arthur’s wedding and she shouldn’t be running the show. “It has to be in spring.”

“Why spring?” mutters Arthur, but when he looks up, Morgana has that queer, expectant look on face, which is the look that she wears when the reason is something she ( Read more... )

In terms of the Marvel Universe-I don’t know shit about it. I stole high profile characters from other books, a few members of the Losers, and ex-Runaways. If I screwed something up, I apologize, I suck ass, it was not intentional, etc. 
( She moves across the rooftops, shedding bits of Gertrude Stein as she goes. )

“It’s your birthday?” Morgana sounds shocked, as though she has never before considered Gwen capable of having such a thing as a birthday. “But why didn’t you say anything?” Gwen attempts not to blush as she brushes Morgana’s hair, tugging through a few tangles.

“I didn’t see a point,” she says, slowly, as methodical as the strokes that she uses ( Read more... )

“You cut your hair.”

Arthur sounds a little surprised by this. Gwen nods, slowly, performing a curtsy that she has not practiced in two years.

“It was more practical in the Cornwall countryside, Your Majesty,” she murmurs.

“Welcome home, Gwen,” he says.

“Thank you, sire.”

“Will you stop it with this sire-this, majesty-that nonsense?” Arthur ( Read more... )

Everyone seems slightly shocked by this development, although why exactly Gwen cannot fathom. It’s not as if Lancelot was sprung full-formed from a tree-of course he has parents, siblings.

“It’s not that they exist,” explains Merlin, whose hair is (as usual) expressing most of his confusion. “It’s that one of them is here. In Camelot.”

Arthur ( Read more... )