SUMMARY: TWD based loosely off S07x01 :’((


WARNINGS: swearing, death

A/N: idk what I’m doing this just came to me suddenly I’m sorry if it’s not very good??? uhm let me know if you’d like a part 2 i guess ??


Your blood was the key. You knew that and Rick knew that. None of the others knew why you were so valuable to him. Why he protected you even when you knew how to protect yourself. You were brave, fearless, and strong. Being alone for the beginning did that to you.

Then you met Rick and his group. The group kept changing, but still it felt like family no matter who joined. Rick had a way of doing that, bringing misfits together and using their talents to make them feel like they were worth something during the end of the world.

One day you went out on a hunt with Rick, he wanted to gather supplies for his babygirl, Judith, while you wanted to find more food for the group in the prison. You and Rick had become close ever since Lori’s death. He had leaned on you and you had supported him through his crazy illusions.

On hunts, he would train you and you would give him insight on plants and berries. Rick always said to open the door and scope the place out before going inside but your excitement got the better of you when you saw a whole stack of canned goods on the shelves of a supermarket.

“Rick!” You yelled excitedly. “In here!” You ran ahead, grabbing a shopping cart and loading it up with anything you could get your hands on. Your weapon, a pair of shears were placed to the side while you loaded up.

The door opened and you turned to smile at Rick. “Look!” Your smile took up half of your face.

Rick had a weird look on his face as he raised his gun, “Y/N don’t move.”

You froze in shock as two things happened at once. Rick’s gun went off and an unbearable amount of pain was felt on your shoulder. There was red in your peripheal vision and you knew. The walker had already bit you before Rick could shoot it.

The ringing in your ears caused you to fall to the floor, next to the walker that now had a hole in it’s skull. You looked around, not wanting to make eye contact with Rick because then you would see the pain in his eyes. You knew he had to kill people before, but none of them were innocent and helpless like you.

“Oh God! Y/N, hey breathe okay? In and out, breathe.” You looked up and met Rick’s saddened eyes. Then everything went black.


“Eeny, meeny, miny…” Negan pointed his bat named Lucille at each person in Rick’s group. “Moe.” He pointed it at you, his tongue flicking out to swipe over his teeth. A smirk evident on his face as he appraised you.

He was the predator and the rest of you were his prey. No matter how many walkers you all have faced together, no matter how many deathly situations you all had managed to get out of, you knew someone was going to die tonight.

“My mama,” He moved on, his boots crunching against the ground, “told me..” He landed his bat on Rick and you breathed out a small sigh of relief. “To pick the very,” It went to Carl, “Best one..” Past Carl to Michonne, “and you are it.” The bat landed on Abraham and your breath got caught in your throat. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t, would he?

Abraham’s hand went up slightly as you saw him throw a peace sign at Sasha. Your heart sped up and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the brutal scene as Negan’s bat met contact with your friends’ skull. It happened repeatedly until Abraham was unrecognizable. You clutched at your heart, wishing you could move and console Sasha.

Negan let out a little laugh. He went towards Rosita and an exchange that you didn’t pay attention to was made. It was Daryl’s actions that brought you out of your stupor. He had punched Negan. Your fists clenched, you knew something else was going to happen now. Negan would not let that slide. Was Daryl next?

Before you could even blink, Negan began to bash Glenn’s head in. You turned away from the gruesome sight, looking to Maggie who was ready to jump forward.

“Maggie… I’ll find you.” You heard Glenn say before hearing Lucille the bat make impact with Glenn again.

A sob racked through your body, not paying attention to what Negan was saying. You heard his boots crunching towards you and Rick, he stopped before Rick, pulling on his coat. What was he going to do next?

“Don’t. Please, take me instead.” You pleaded through your sobs. “You can have me. Negan, please.” You begged, wanting to save what was left of your family.

Negan turned to look at you, his fingers coming up to his chin. “You or Rick? This is so hard.” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you close to him, his lips against your ear. “You’re already mine, Y/N. You always have been.” He pushed you away from him, turning to Rick again.

“Negan, please!” You called out again.

“Y/N, stop.” Rick looked over at you with his pale blue eyes filled with fear and laced with guilt. You had seen that look before. “Let him take me. You have to live for all of us. For Abraham. For Glenn.”



“I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m so so sorry. I thought I could keep you safe but I couldn’t and now you’ll become a walker.” You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, causing you not to move. Glancing over at Rick he was hunched over you, his forehead on your stomach. Was he crying?

“R-Rick.” You stammered.

His head shot up and he moved up to grab your head and lay it on his lap. “Y/N, how? It’s been hours. How are you not a walker yet?” His oceanic blue eyes had traces of grey, a storm in the sea, his guilt and fear were evident.

You moved your eyes to your shoulder and saw that he had stopped the bleeding but that didn’t tell you why you weren’t one of the walking dead yet. “Rick… I’m not sure?” You clambered to sit up on your own but you couldn’t, instead falling into Rick. He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you for what could be your last hug as a human.

“It bit you.. I saw it.” You nodded, knowing you felt the zombie take a chunk out of you. Your eyes moved to the walker that lay nearby and the sight before you caused a gasp to emit from your lips.

“Rick! Look!” You tried to turn him to face the walker but he wasn’t getting it. “Rick turn around please!”

He finally did and placed you comfortable against the shelves to run over to the walker. “How in the world..?” He stared at the bullet wound in the middle of its forehead and then at you. “This was a walker before and now it’s not.” The walker’s undead features had all become palpable and soft. More human-like rather than walker-like. It was almost as if the walker had returned to its human state.

“You don’t think it was…” You trailed off in confusion.

“You.” Rick gaped. “You’re immune to the walker bite because you turn them back to what they were before.”



Negan watched the exchange between the two of you, pretending to barf. “Come on! It’s the end of the world, be a little selfish, Rick!” He patted Rick’s shoulder roughly, “How about y/n takes one for the team and the rest of you go home and provide for me.” He smirked, pushing Rick down. “Oh that’s right, you don’t get to be selfish, Rick. Cause she is mine. You are mine. You all belong to me and I will take what belongs to me.” He stepped on Rick’s fingers harshly with his heavy boot. “Say it, Rick.”

“Y/N will never be yours.” He spat.

Negan laughed loudly. “Oh is that what you think?”

Rick’s eyes met his, “That’s what I know.”

“Dwight! Bring me the boy.” Carl was shoved forward, Negan knocking his hat off of his head. “Right here. Get down next to papa.” He pointed by his feet. “Anyone got a pen?” He exlaimed to his crew. One of them threw one at him and he caught it with ease.

“Negan, please. Leave Carl out of this, it’s between us.” You exclaimed.

Negan stared at you, shaking his head in delight. “Not until Rick understands.” He pulled up Carl’s sleeve and drew a line on his arm. Negan stood up to his full height. “Now, Rick, cut clean through your boy’s arm or… give up y/n.”

The realization of the choice hit Rick like a ton of bricks. He shook his head, to give you up or to cut off his sons arm. The two most precious people in the world to him. How could he choose?

He shook his head, tears spilling from his eyes, his fists clenched as he looked up at Negan. “N-No. I-I-I-I can’t. No. Let it be me. Please.” His head shook back and forth roughly, trying to get rid of the choices he was faced with. He knew Negan would make him do one or the other. “N-No. No! Let it be me!” He yelled at Negan.

“Sorry, Rick.” Negan made a noise with his mouth, his tongue sliding over his front teeth. “I didn’t give you that option. Now choose or I’ll count.”

Rick continued to shake his head, his breathing laboured as his vision became blurry. “No-I-I..” His hand made it’s way to the ax before he stopped.

“Three….” Negan started to count, “Two…”

Rick thought if he could save y/n and tell Carl why later he would understand. It was not only to save them but the world. He let out a yell going for the ax, an apologetic look on his face aimed to his son.

“Rick, stop!” Negan took the ax from him. Grabbing Rick by the chin he looked into his eyes. “There it is. Now you understand. Now you see me, Rick. You belong to me. Say it.”

“I belong to you.” Rick followed obediently.

“Y/N belongs to me.”

Rick repeated him. “Y/N belongs to you.”

Negan smiled and nodded, he pushed Rick to the ground; he ordered his men to take Daryl as he made his way to y/n.

“Now for some reason, you are also valuable to Rick. Not sure why but I’ll find out.” He grabbed you by your collar and pulled you along with him. “Come on.”

You didn’t fight him for fear that he may kill someone else. You got into his truck with him and sat quietly, waiting for him to say something.

“So…” Negan looked over to you. “Not gonna say anything?” You flinched when he tried to grab your hand. “I’m not gonna hurt you y/n. I could never.”

You let out a shaky breath finally deciding to speak. “You named your bat after your dead wife.”

He let out a chuckle. “Your best friend.” He glanced back to the road. “Or was.”

“Negan…” You trailed off.

“So are you and Rick a thing? Is Carl yours?” He inquisited.

You shook your head, “Rick’s wife died in labor… Not long after he took me under his wing. We’re close.”

“Ahhh, that seems to be a thing for you then.” His tongue swiped at his front teeth, his knuckles going white on the wheel. “Fucking widowed men.” He laughed humorlessly.

“At least this one won’t leave me. All alone, wondering where he disappeared to.”

Another laugh, “Oh sweetheart, take a look. Rick has already left you. You were never his. I’m just taking back what’s mine.”

A chill racked through your body. Rick would save you. You knew he would.

Lingerie is a girl’s best friend

We don’t have VS in England, we have Ann Summers, and it confused me bc Ann summers sells stuff like sex toys and lubes as well as the stuff VS sells, so I had a great idea and then had to simplify it because itS AMERICA. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this tbh.

edit: apparently we do have VS but only really in london, which doesn’t really count in my opinion <.< 

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The New Norm

Cullen x Arian, Post-Trespasser, 455 words

Mornings like this were Cullen’s favorite; curled up into his wife’s warm, silky body, their legs tangled loosely underneath the soft quilts of their bed. Both were pleasantly naked, a result of many hours spent simply relishing in one another’s love and company the night previous.

He felt Arian begin to stir from where her head was nuzzled into his chest, and he reluctantly shifted his arms so she could slowly sit up and stretch out her upper body. She looked down at him fondly afterward, an affectionate smile blooming on her cheeks.

“Maker, you’re a sight,” Cullen whispered to her sincerely, his eyes roaming over the expanse of her semi-flushed skin and coming to settle on the soft mounds of her breasts.

Arian giggled and swatted at his chest playfully, then went to slide off of the mattress - but not before bending forward to leave a tender kiss to her husband’s lips.

Even now, nearly four years since they had first revealed their affections for one another, such a gesture left his heart thundering. He made such known as his hand came up to twine around the tendrils of hair at the base of her neck, deepening the kiss, before hesitantly letting her go.

Cullen, mesmerized, watched as her nude form swayed toward the dresser in the corner of their room, a barely-audible sigh of wonder leaving him when his eyes settled on the newly-formed swell between her hips.

“Emma lath, I hate to pry you from bed, but your sister will kill us both if we’re late for brunch again,” Arian told him over her shoulder as she dug out a loose gown and went to slip it on.

Cullen chuckled softly, shaking his head. Surely his sister would understand if he wanted just a few more hours that day in his wife’s sole presence. Even so, he begrudgingly got up, stretching out his arms as he went to grab the tunic and breeches Arian had graciously pulled out for him.

It took everything in him to not let his hands go astray when Arian asked him to help braid her hair. That didn’t stop him from relishing in the soft shivers his fingers entailed as they cheekily brushed at her neck and ears.

“If I hadn’t promised Mia that we wouldn’t dally…” Arian trailed off once she caught on to his subtle actions, moaning breathily as Cullen pressed his lips to her neck.

“I suppose that gives us something to look forward to when we return home,” he rumbled in her ear, before nibbling at the lobe with a mischievous smirk.

Arian groaned. “Creators take you, you awful man,” she whined halfheartedly. 

Such a statement only filled Cullen with prideful satisfaction.

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meet me in twenty - Chapter 4 - unsungillumination - 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works


  Everything smells of disinfectant. It’s awful; surely worse than whatever it is they’re trying to clean. Edgeworth tries to tune out the sounds of pain and machinery that assault his ears from all directions.

  He scowls, resisting the urge to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lights. Their brightness is so false, it gives the cheery nurses a run for their money.

   “…It’s an emergency! It’s Nick! H-he… He took a really nasty spill!”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, so…”

  “I’m not joking! His life is in danger!”

  “Wh-what…!? What happened!? Tell me!”

   The long-stemmed irises are all but crushed in his whitened knuckles. He glances around, slightly lost in the labyrinth of clinically identical corridors and wards.

  “Can I help you?”

  Edgeworth starts. A nurse is looking inquiringly up at him from the desk. “Yes,” he says, trying not to let the tightness in his chest show in his voice. “I - I’m looking for a Mr. Phoenix Wright.”

  The nurse glances at her screen. “Are you family?” she asks.

   “Talk about a guy with bad luck! He may already be dead!”

   He fidgets with the irises. “Y-yes.”

   The nurse eyes him, suspicious. “Sir,” she begins.

  “No,” Edgeworth backtracks immediately. “I’m not. I’m sorry.” He bows his head, mortified. “I shouldn’t have lied. Please accept my sincerest apologies.”

  The nurse giggles, not unkindly. “It’s alright. Nothing we aren’t used to.” She shoots him an understanding smile. “You can go through if you like,” she whispers, with a wink. “I know you must be concerned for your partner.”

  “O-oh. Oh! No! No, I’m not - we’re not - I’m a prosecutor,” stammers Edgeworth, but the nurse just chuckles and waves him aside.

  “Ward 4A,” she says, pointing. “Just down the hall.”

  Edgeworth swallows the rest of his protests. “Thank you,” he says stiffly.

   “Alright. I don’t know what’s going on, but… I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  He hangs up the phone…   and just sits for a moment. Staring at his knees under the sheets, mouth dry as bones. Wasting precious seconds, he knows - chartering private jets takes time, even for Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth - but he just can’t fathom it -

  Phoenix Wright couldn’t die.

  It wasn’t right, it didn’t even seem like the sort of thing he could do. Honestly, dying was just too ordinary - too sensible for a man like Phoenix Wright. No, he was the sort who could - could simply rise from the ashes, time and time again, brighter than ever before and ready to start anew.

  Couldn’t he?

   The curtain dips slightly at the open window, tugged by a faint breeze, but the stink of disinfectant lingers determinedly as Edgeworth enters.

  There’s a strange beaded hood on Phoenix’s head as Edgeworth enters, but this doesn’t appear to be of any immediate consequence (nor is it the strangest thing about Phoenix Wright, now or ever), so Edgeworth attempts to disregard it. More relevant is the fact that Phoenix is as motionless as the odour - if less present.

  Edgeworth takes a seat in the demonstrably crap plastic chair by the bed, never once taking his eyes away from Phoenix’s still figure - so small and frail-looking, to be wrapped in such a large and enveloping pile of blankets.

  “Well then,” he says. His voice catches, and he clears his throat. “Your manners could do with some work, you know.” He half-smiles. “I’ve just come halfway around the world to see you, and you haven’t even bothered to say hello.”

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a/n no one requested this one but i liked it so here deal with my shitty and rushed writing

prompt: “Bobbing for apples is so gross. If I’m going to swap spit with a stranger, I’d rather just make out with you.” 

Mark sipped his cider, and rolled his eyes as he watched people bob for apples. This party was so boring, if he was being honest. He never really like parties that much anyway. Especially costume parties.

But here he was, dressed as a “sexy” Mario. Short overalls, tight-fitting red t-shirt and the classic red cap. He brushed the little strands of red hair out of his face, sighing. He stared into his cup, swirling around what was left of the cider. 

“Hey, nice costume.” someone said. It was directed at him. Mark looked up, a blush appearing on his face as he took in the sight in front of him. 

A guy, probably his age, stood there, dressed in a similar costume, except his was green. He was dressed as Luigi. Mark laughed.

“Thanks,” he said, “I like yours too.” He offered his hand, and they shook. 

“I’m Jack.” he said.

“Mark.” Mark smiled politely. Jack took the seat next to him, and they watched as people came and bobbed for apples again. 

“Have ya already done it?” Jack asked, looking over at him. 

“That?” Mark asked, pointing at the large bucket. 


“Nah. Bobbing for apples is kinda gross.” Jack looked disappointed.

“It’s fun!” he protested, turning to watch the people again. 

“If I’m going to exchange spit with a stranger, I’d rather make out with you.” The words flew out of Mark’s mouth before he had time to think about it. He looked over at Jack, cheeks burning. “I-I didn’t mean it like that..I just-”

“Hey, I’m down if you’re down.” Jack smiled, “I’d rather make out with you than bob for apples, too.” Mark said nothing as Jack climbed into his lap, hands gently cupping his cheeks. 

He giggled as he knocked Mark’s cap off, his red hair unruly. Jack tangled his fingers in the red locks as he leaned in, lips connecting with Mark’s in a fiery kiss. Mark pushed Jack’s cap off, then let his hands rest on his hips.  

They kissed for what seemed like ages, but Mark certainly wasn’t complaining. 

He slid his tongue over Jack’s bottom lip, and Jack opened his mouth willingly. Their chests pressed together, Jack’s fingers ran through Mark’s hair over and over as Mark’s tongue fought with Jack’s. His fingers dug into Jack’s denim overalls, massaging little circles into his hips. 

Jack pulled away and ran his tongue up Mark’s neck, making him shudder. 

“Ooh, you’re into that?” Jack breathed, kissing his jawline. 

“I’m into a lot of things.” Mark mumbled as he pulled Jack in for another kiss.

They continued to kiss, Mark’s hands inching further down Jack’s back until he grabbed at his ass, listening to him gasp. He pulled at Jack’s bottom lip with his teeth, smirking as he did.

They pulled away for a second to breathe, both of them flustered and blushing. 

“That was-”

“Great.” Jack finished for him. “Wanna go upstairs?” he pressed his hands into Mark’s chest, hips rolling. 

“Fuck yeah.” Mark picked him up, wrapping Jack’s legs around his waist. They kissed again as Mark made his way to the staircase. 

“Get a fucking room!” Someone yelled jokingly.

“We fuckin’ are!” Jack yelled back, making Mark laugh. 

Maybe sharing spit with a stranger wasn’t all that bad. 

Finals Week

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by smokesforsterek

When Derek Hale, your best friend’s weird, but totally hot, older brother shows up and offers to drive you and said best friend home for Christmas break the week of finals, how are you supposed to see it as anything but just a friendly gesture? And he definitely didn’t think about how weird it is that Derek asked if he could stay with him. Nope, not a bit.

or the one where Stiles is incapable of taking care of himself during finals week and Derek helps out. Scott ships it.

Words: 2384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Title: An Unhealthy Distraction from Heartache

Words: 12,153

Rating: M (for non-explicit sex and violence)

Summary: Kakyoin has loved Jotaro since they became friends in high school. But then Jotaro married and had a daughter. For many years, Kakyoin remains alone. And then he meets a charming blonde Englishman. He makes the wrong choice.

Tags:  • Abusive Relationships • Physical Abuse • Hurt/Comfort • Dubious Consent • Alternate Universe - Modern Setting • Alternate Universe - No Powers • Non-Explicit Sex

A commission fic for @white-seafoam!

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Calling all followers and z nation fans <3

Adcarver is going to be up and open for business very soon. Basically it’s going to be similar to 10k-au, but will be centred around Addy, and perhaps the other female characters, the complete opposite to this testosterone filled blog!


Shannon: @10k-au

Alexis: @alexis-the-zombie

I’m EXTREMELY excited to have Alexis on board and she seems to be just as excited. 

As with this blog, we’re open to requests for:

  • Fics 
  • Headcanons
  • Gifs
  • anything else, drop an ask and we’ll let you know whether it’s something we can do or not! <3



So @lupienne suggested that i write “Turtle and Negan dressing up for halloween.” So, I did, and uh…it took a turn. im dying inside cause i wrote this but it was so much fun XD it turned out way longer than I expected. (Turtle is kinda my default third person OC so im sorry for the spam.) So i hope ya’ll enjoy the halloween stupidity and shameless smut. I’ll tag the homies at the end. If you want your name removed just lemme know!

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The Woods

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by AsagiStilinski

“You don’t have to be afraid of me you know,” he commented absently, observing the tension in the wolf’s body

“You and I are the same, a wolf and a witch, both hated by humans, I’m on your side here ok?”

He had a point, they had alot of enemies in the human world and as much as the wolf didn’t trust strangers he knew he would be better off atleast trying to be civil to one of his own kind- … well… ish….

“I’m Stiles,” the witch said, holding his hand out as a sign of … peace? Freindship? The wolf wasn’t sure…

“Derek,” he finally said, shaking the other’s hand

Words: 6924, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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The Laser Tag Party

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by writingonpostcards

To the parent/care giver. In order to meet the requirements of the venue, two adults need to be present to oversee the party. I would really appreciate if you would be able to donate a few hours of your time to help me oversee the party for Dean. When you RSVP, please let me know either way. Thank you, Stiles.

Hello. Christie Hale would love to come to Dean’s birthday party. Thank you for inviting her. Also, I am available to help out on the day. My name is Derek. Please feel free to contact me using this number.

Words: 4101, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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As you may (or may not) know, a few months ago I embarked on a journey to create a document for the Clexa fandom that would serve as a resource for those of you who enjoy reading fanfiction about our favorite lesbian warlord and bisexual space leader (and any AU personas they may take on…). Today, with much help along the way from the best co-captain and technology wizard ever  (@ayokidd), WE ARE EXCITED TO RELEASE THE FIRST DRAFT OF THIS DOCUMENT! (Containing over 600 completed fics!)

Please continue reading for the download link, as well as more information on how to use the document!

It’s a good thing you all love reading so much, because this post is quite long…but hopefully informative!.

Check out Clexarkives or keep reading to access The Clexa Fanfic Master List!!

What is the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Clexa Fanfic Master List is an on-going Microsoft Excel document that will eventually contain ALL completed Clexa and Lexark fanfiction - categorized, organized, hyperlinked, and listed all in one exportable document for your reading and fic-tracking pleasure! YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT…all 5,000+ fics (or whatever the final tally is!) will eventually be included! The document will be periodically updated and re-released as more fics are added to it over time. This will all be located on our blog @clexarkives, where you can find the frequently updated Master List and some other cool features.

How do I access the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

You need Microsoft Excel (or a program that opens Excel files) to access the document. You can download the document by clicking this link here. This link will take you to Google Drive where you can download the file and open it on your computer.

DO NOT view the document in Google Drive - the hyperlinks won’t work! YOU MUST DOWNLOAD AND OPEN THE DOCUMENT IN MICROSOFT EXCEL. We are also working on a Google Sheets version of the document for anyone unable to access the document through Excel or a similar program. Hang tight!

Once you download the document, save to your desktop and enjoy!

What fics are/will be included in the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Clexa Fanfic Master List will only include completed fics (it is simply impossible to keep updating such a large document with individual fic updates…we’ll leave that to the internet). We are, however, keeping track of current on-going fics and these will be added to the document as they are completed. Unfortunately, any fics that have been started but abandoned (author has no plans to finish or hasn’t updated for an extremely extended period of time) will not be included (unless they are one day completed) because I’m sorry but my heart can’t take that kind of investment and let down.

How is the Clexa Fanfic Master List organized?

The entire document functions as one large Excel workbook. There are four main sections, accessible from the Table of Contents:

1) Master List: contains a list of all the fics in the workbook, organized alphabetically by author
2) Canon: contains fics set in the canon universe, organized by ‘Season 2’, ‘Season 3’, and ‘Canon Divergent’
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How do I navigate the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The entire document is hyperlinked to make navigation as easy as possible. You can click through individual tabs if you so desire, but we HIGHLY SUGGEST using the hyperlinks to navigate through the workbook.

Navigating within a main section:

The Table of Contents contains four main sections, or pages (as described above). Clicking on each of these sections will bring you to the page set up for that specific section.

Example 1: If you click the “Canon” section from the Table of Contents, you will be directed to the “Canon” page where the “Canon” categories ‘Season 2’, ‘Season 3’, and ‘Canon Divergent’ are hyperlinked.

If you click on one of these three categories, let’s say ‘Season 2’, you will find a list of Clexa fics that take place during Season 2 of the show organized by Author, Title, Chapters, Word Count, Summary, and a link to the fic on AO3 where it was originally posted and made available by the author.

Example 2: If you click the “AU Categories” section from the Table of Contents, you will be directed to the “AU Categories” page where you will find a list of AU categories.

Let’s say that from the “AU Categories” page you’re interested in the ‘Fake Dating’ category. You simply click the ‘Fake Dating’ category, and now you have a list of ‘Fake Dating’ AU fics organized by Author, Title, Chapters, Word Count. Summary, and a link to the fic on AO3 where it was originally posted and made available by the author.

Same goes for the “Master List” and “Smut” sections as well.

Navigating between the main sections and throughout the document:

Each of the four sections has a hyperlink that will take you back to the Table of Contents in the upper left hand corner of the page.

Each individual category has two hyperlinks, both in the upper left hand corner of the page.

1) The “Table of Contents” hyperlink will, you guessed it, take you back to the Table of Contents.
2) The specific category hyperlink will take you back to the main section of whatever category you’re currently in. (For example: If you’re in the ‘Season 2’ category, clicking the “Canon” hyperlink will take you back to the “Canon” page. If you’re in the ‘Fake Dating’ AU category, clicking the “AU Categories” hyperlink will take you back to the “AU Categories” page.)

How do I know I am looking at the most recent version of the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Master List will be updated periodically as we add more fics and as more fics are completed. You can find the most recent version of the document by checking our @clexarkives blog! We will also keep an updated link to the master list in our individual Tumblr bios (@ayokidd & @swan-heda).

Isn’t the Clexa Fanfic Master List basically like AO3 and FF? Why create a separate document?

Yes and no. We’re hopeful that the Clexa Fanfic Master List will give you more control over your fic reading than using AO3 or your web browser alone. If you’re like me (really neurotic and anal), you might also hate having 1,000 bookmarks saved on A03 and your computer browser that you have to search through every time you’re looking for a specific fic, and you might desire a higher level of organization and control. This document will help bring fics right to your desktop. We will update with fics we find and any fics you send us, which delivers a “master list” of not only your personal bookmarks, but everyone else’s as well!

This document is intended to make searching for new fics to read and keeping track of fics you’ve already read as easy as possible. Using Excel functions like “search” make it possible to find any specific fic you may be looking for anywhere in the document, on a specific page, or in a specific category.

Once you download the Excel file, you can edit, change, and personalize the document however you’d like! You can highlight fics you’ve read, sort by chapter or word count, or color code or rank fics based on whatever system you want to create. You can even delete fics or fic categories that aren’t for you if you know you’ll never read them. The world is your oyster! (…or more so this doc is your oyster?…)

Can I make suggestions for the Clexa Fanfic Master List ?

ABSOLUTELY!!! We both love fanfiction. We both read A LOT of fanfiction. However, we are only two people, and there are likely many fics we have yet to include (this IS a first draft after all), so:

READERS: If your favorite fics aren’t listed and you’d like them to be, tell us and we’ll add them! (Please also tell us if you’d like to see a specific category added - if there are fics written that fit it, we’ll add it!)

AUTHORS: If your fics aren’t listed and you’d like them to be (there are A LOT of fics and chances are if it’s not included, we just didn’t get to yours yet!), please tell us and we’ll add them! If your fics ARE listed, but you don’t want them to be, please tell us and we’ll remove them! Also, let us know if you disagree with the category we placed your fic into and suggest a new one, and we’ll move it!

EVERYONE: PLEASE reach out to us with any questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, advice, love, dislike (polite, respectful dislike) etc. you have to offer! Please feel free to contact us in any way you feel comfortable, anonymously or not (reply to this post, message us, flood our ask boxes, send us submissions, etc.) We are both super friendly and would love some feedback! Tell us what you like, what you don’t like, what you’d like to see in future versions, etc. Any feedback you provide us with will only make the subsequent updated editions of the document even better. This is, after all, for each and every one of you.


May We Meet Again,

Swan-Heda and Ayokidd