i just want fix it fic for both of them

I had planned to do a different set for this week for STAR WARS recs and I wanted to give myself a chance to build up a few more fic recs before posting again. But then this week had some amazing fic and I couldn’t pass them by because they were so incredibly good and I had to flail immediately.

Split the Night by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & maul & some anakin/padme, 7.8k wip
  Darth Maul knows exactly how to break Kenobi. In which Maul targets someone other than Satine, and it changes Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives, along with the galaxy’s.
untitled Supreme Chancellor!Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & yoda & palpatine & cast, 4.2k
  So here we go, updates about the Inhibitor Chips, more about what Palpatine does and does not know, Obi-Wan being Tired™ and needing a damn nap, and Anakin and Ahsoka having a good time and discussing the Order as it is and once were. Enjoy!
Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, dark themes, pay attention to the warnings!, 38.6k
  The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & hondo & sifo-dyas & qui-gon & mace & cast, time travel, 93.7k wip
  Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
Stoking the Hearth by ilyena_sylph, Merfilly, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 8.4k
  Finally, all three of them have time and the ability to get away and share one another.
Tired Soldiers by LibraryMage, obi-wan & ahsoka, 1.4k
  After leaving Malachor, Ahsoka goes to Tatooine to find Obi-Wan.
Caleb the Fool by ambiguously, kanan & ahsoka & luke & leia & hera & depa & cast, 37.6k
  Fourteen years have passed since Anakin Skywalker killed Chancellor Palpatine then fled into sanctuary with his wife. Now the Skywalker twins have come before the Jedi High Council to request training in their powers. This is only the beginning of Caleb’s problems.
Abduction by Mishael, thrawn & eli, 26k
  After the battle of Atollon, just as Thrawn is mourning the absence of a trusted companion, an unexpected opportunity presents itself. But that’s not the only unexpected thing he will have to face.
Patience, Anakin by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, d/s, assassin’s creed fusion, ~1k
  Anakin wants attention and for once he chooses to do it the right way. SW/AC crossover, but you don’t need to know the AC universe.
untitled by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, sugar daddy au, 1.3k
  Anonymous asked: No no no. By all means. Write a sugar daddy! Obi one shot. With sugar baby!ani I’m assuming? Oh dude. Definitely do it
No Regrets by Icsek, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 1.4k
  Prompt: Give me the au where Padme and Obi-Wan are planning on getting rid of Palpatine but Anakin beats them to it first and everything is okay and nothing hurts and Anakin gets to be happy.
Failures of Rhetoric by Mithrigil, obi-wan/satine, nsfw, 3.2k wip
  Diplomacy is an art that requires years of refinement. Satine doesn’t appreciate Ben’s many failures. Or, five times Obi-Wan Kenobi should’ve kept his trap shut. And once he should have said something, anything, anything at all.
untitled by delicatefury, obi-wan & anakin & satine, ~1
  She takes a moment to look at the blue projection of a waiting Jedi padawan before entering her private comm room.
To Find I’m Not Alone + Wrestling the Angels and the Devils in my Head by MorganEilish, obi-wan/padme & luke & leia, 6k
  Padme survived Anakin’s betrayal, faked her death, and fled to the distant corners of the galaxy with Obi Wan to raise her children.
Pillow Fight by Liana-chan, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k
  ObiWan is tired. And all he wants to do is go to bed. But something is wrong. Terribly wrong…

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Fic Request: 
“ Can I request an asexual female reader getting aphobic comments from someone (asexuality isn’t a thing, you just haven’t met the right person yet, the classic “i could change that” implying sex could fix them, that sort of thing) and A/gear ((both would be nice or your choice if you don’t want to)) help them out? Platonic would be great, but romantics cool too” 

Originally posted by cybereye

The festival was surprisingly quiet and calming. Unlike how it was shown online, the lanes and streets filled with stalls and small entertainment booths were rather reserved. On the website, it made it out to be a loud and exciting place. With fireworks and entertainers walking among the large crowd. 
But right now, the crowd was thin but still bustling. The people running the vendor were smiling and polite, offering friendly conversation if you started to browse their wares. 
You preferred this. It was nice to be outside at night in a calm environment for a change. The excitement of a celebration could be kept to the bigger holidays and not small market places. 
You had stopped by a book stall, browsing through the spines, minding you’re own business, when a stranger bumped into you. You knew it had been on purpose. This person had been following you for a while now. Their small group of friends sniggered non-discreetly when you looked up to excuse yourself. 
“Oh naa, it’s my fault, miss.” The stranger said, waving away your words but somehow seeming to trap you between themselves and the stall. “Sorry about that. I’ve had a bit to drink. These festivals are good for cheap drinks, you know?” 
You could clearly smell the alcohol on their breath, it was no surprise that they admitted to it. And you could see in their eyes what their next sentence would be. 
“Hey, since you and I have got acquainted, why don’t you come have a drink with me and my friends over there? You look a little lonely.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to get past, but the stranger latched onto your arm and spun you round on your heel.
“Oh come on, don’t be a stick in the mud. Come hang out-”
The stranger was cut off by his own cry of pain as a massive hand slapped down on his wrist and squeezed. You could practically hear the tendons pop as Apocalypse removed the person’s hand from you. 
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” A growled, shoving the stranger back. 
“By the way this person is acting, I doubt they’re allowed to talk to their mother.” Gear said as he came up by your side. “I would guess they’d even have a restraining order against their own sister.” 
The stranger held their injured hand against their chest, glaring at A with drunken anger. 
“What the hell is your problem? I was just trying to offer this girl a little company.” The stranger spat, his lackeys coming up behind him. 
“Oh, we have no doubt about your offer.” Gear replied in a flat tone. “But you will be greatly disappointed when you discover that our companion is Asexual. Meaning they do not experience sexual attraction. Resulting your insinuations for end of night activities pointless.” 
Apocalypse kept a defensive position in front of you. His fists clenched and muscles twitched as the stranger chuckled and winked at you from around the titan’s arm. 
“Well, why don’t you give me a shot? Maybe I can change your mind about-”
Apocalypse didn’t let the person finish. He had seen this play out enough times to get infuriated by it. Gear kept you back as the other strangers charged to attack A. But the titan’s fist cracked one in the nose and rendered him unconscious in one strike. The lasting two were swept aside by a brutal swing of A’s arm. Sending them flying into an unattended stall of glass ornaments. 

Gear looked over the group of people strewn about the street. His blue eye flashing as he read their vital signs. 
“Merely unconscious, (y/n). No need to fret for their health. They may wake with fractured ribs and mild concussions. But they will survive.” Gear told you in a much gentler voice. Knowing you’d be a little uneasy about what occurred. 
A cracked his knuckles and turned to continue his path up the street. Acting as if nothing had happened. Not even fazed by the terrified reactions of the vendors and crowd around him. To which Gear thought it best to get you home and start on the process of cleaning up after the incident. 
“Come along, (y/n), I think this is enough excitement for one night.” Gear said, hooking his arm through yours and calling out to A. Who had been looking at a small colorful ornament from a stall. He pulled out his wallet and paid for the object. The looking mortified as she took the money and swapped him the change. Only seeming to breathe once A had started after you and Gear.

Star-Crossed Lovers//Stiles Stilinski Feat. Isaac Lahey

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You giggle as he kisses up your neck.

“Shh…we’ll think about that later.” He mumbles against you.

But you did do it. You did it a lot actually, whenever the two of you were free. It became painstakingly obvious what you were doing, but you couldn’t stop.

“We have to stop…I’m married.”

“And I have a girlfriend. Y/N, it’s all in good spirit.”

“Cheating is all in good spirit? Really? I’m so ashamed of myself but I can’t stop seeing you.” You sigh.

“We’ll stop then…”

“What if I don’t want to, Isaac?”

“You should probably make up your mind.” He sighs.

“Isaac, I’m married! You know it, I know it, everyone knows it! How am I supposed to keep this up with you when I have a husband at home who loves me…a ton. How am I supposed to stop when I have a husband who’s constantly up to his head in cases he can’t solve because he knows they’re supernatural. I love him, but he’s absent.” You stand up, pacing back and forth.

“Y/N.” He stands and looks at you. “Y/N…hey hey, stop.” He grabbed you to stop you from pacing, holding you in his arms.

“Isaac…” You look up into his eyes, the blue in them making you weak.

“Calm down. Please.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I want to tell him…I do..I just-…it’ll ruin us. I can’t be the one to ruin us.”

“Is he home now?” Isaac examines your face.

“Yeah..” You nod.

“Go home. See him. Think about it.” He kisses your forehead.

“Okay…yeah, I can do that.” You finish putting your clothes on and you grab your purse. “Thanks, Isaac.”

You drive home, the guilt consuming you. You walk inside and you’re greeted by your husband, who’s standing in the kitchen with a beer.

“Hey, babe. Where were you?”

You fake a smile, “Running some errands. I had to stop by the post office.” You sit at the kitchen counter across from him.

He walks over and pecks your lips, “You look hot today.”

You laugh, “I had the day off. I didn’t even try.”

He shrugs, “You still look good. Hey, I have to get back to work…but come see me when you think I need a break.” He smiles and looks at you over his shoulder as he walks away.

You brought your shirt to your nose and smelled it. You smelled like Isaac. It was times like these you were grateful that Stiles wasn’t a werewolf. Whenever you would see Isaac after a night of you and Stiles he’d know, and he’d let you know that he knew. He always pouted.

You decided to shower, the smell of his cologne made you sick when you were with Stiles.

After you cleaned up you went back to your room to change. You heard laughing downstairs so you quickly threw on one of Stiles’ shirts and some shorts before sneaking down.

You almost fell over dead when you saw Isaac and Stiles talking. You knew they were friends, duh. You never knew they were ‘come over during my work day and hang out’ friends. Scott usually did that.

“Baby! Come on down.” Stiles yells up at you.

“Hey, Y/N.” You heard Scott say. You didn’t know he was here either.

“Hey.” You smile as Stiles wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Hey, Mrs. Stilinski. It’s been awhile.” Isaac smiles at you. Seriously?

“Hey, Isaac.”

Stiles kisses the top of your head. “Can they stay for dinner?”

You laugh. “I’m not your mom, if you want them to stay they can stay.” You look up into his eyes, the guilt swallowing you whole.

“Well then you guys can stay.” Stiles nods.

You somehow ended up alone with Isaac. Scott and Stiles ran to the store to grab some ice and of course with your luck, here you were.

“Did you tell him?” Isaac approaches you in the kitchen.

“Obviously not.” You turned to look at him.

“You look so pretty when you’re fresh out of the shower.” He smiles at you.

“Not here. Please.” You look up at him and bite your lip.

“Got it.” He nods. “Maybe…I should tell him?”

“And let him beat your ass? No thanks.”

“I’m a werewolf.”

“He killed Donovan.”

“Wasn’t here for that, but true enough.”

“This was a mistake.”

“I don’t think it was…” He smiles at you.

“Isaac, don’t do that. Don’t give me that smile.”

Stiles and Scott walk in, the two of them laughing.

“That smells amazing, baby girl.” Stiles grins at you.

Your heart swells at the sight of his goofy grin, the nickname doesn’t help.

“Thanks, babe.” He sits the ice on the counter and walks over to you.

“I’m going to take the day off tomorrow, okay? I’ll take you out…it’ll just be me and you.”

You smile up at him, “Really? You won’t even respond to texts?”

“I’ll leave my phone at home.” He kisses your nose and you smile.

He walks off to put the ice away and you’re left standing beside the stove, adoration all over your face.

“I’m uh…going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.” Isaac looks at you and Stiles before leaving.

The rest of the night was…awkward. It consisted of trying not to pay too much attention to Isaac, and Isaac getting upset when you paid too much attention to Stiles. You have to tell him.

You woke up the next morning with Stiles’ arms around you.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He had already been awake.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?”

You sit up and turn to face him. “I…don’t really know how to say this…”

“Babe, what’s going on?”

“I..I’m cheating on you?” You look up at him, a shocked look on his face.

“No you’re not.” He sits up.

You feel a tear fall down your face. “I am…and I feel terrible about it…I hate seeing you so happy with me because I know how you’d feel when you found out.”

“Then why did you do it in the first place?” Stiles got out of bed.

“You were drowning in work..I was bored…”

“I could’ve worked less!”

“Hah. Yeah.”

“Don’t make this my fault! You made the decision all by yourself!” He’s crying now.

“Stiles, I-”

“Who is he?”

“Stiles, don’t make me tell you. Please.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s Isaac.” You bury your head in your hands.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He turns and you hear him running downstairs. He grabs the keys out of the bowl.

“Stiles, stop!” You run after him, grabbing his arm before he can get in his car.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long has this been happening?” He wipes his eyes.

You look down at your feet. “Six…six months.”

“Oh my God…” He opens the door and gets inside.

“Stiles, please…please don’t.”

“Do you love him?”

“Stiles…”

“Do you love him? Answer me, Y/N!”

“No. I felt terrible about it.”

“Then why’d you….” He sighs and shuts the door.

You run inside and grab your keys, following him as he tears down the road. You both pull in to Isaac’s driveway at the same time.

“Go home.” Stiles yells at you as he gets out.

“Stiles, please don’t. Please?”

“Get in the car at least, Jesus, Y/N.”

You stop where you are as he walks up to the door. He knocks and the second Isaac opens the door Stiles lays into him.

“Stiles stop! Stop!” You scream as you run up to the door.

“My wife? Are you serious?” Stiles shouts at him.

“At least I gave her attention! The attention you couldn’t provide!” Isaac punches him, the bruise already darkening.

“Isaac!” He stops and he looks at you, the look on your face making you step away from Stiles.

“Please…stop…the both of you.” You look at the both of them. Stiles looks like he wants to hold you. And he does, but he’s just so pissed at you.

“I’m sorry…” Isaac looks at you and you nod.

“Let’s go home, Y/N. We clearly have things to discuss.”

Stiles leads you out of the house. “Leave your car here. I’m sure you’ll be back.”

“Stiles…” You sigh as you climb in the car.

“Isaac? Really?”

“I’m sorry…we can…we can fix things.”

“I want a divorce.”

The 2nd Sheriarty 30 Day Challenge

BEGIN DATE: Saturday, July 15th

END DATE: Whenever you feel like it! (Will be elaborated upon below)

The following rules were taken from the previous challenge, and some of the prompts are the same, but some have been changed to shake things up.

Rules:

(well, more like suggestions, but please do at least consider them!)

1) This is the Sheriarty/Jimlock 30 Day Challenge. As a multi-shipper and poly-shipper myself, I know it might be tempting to throw in your OT3 or another pairing. Please, except on OT3/Poly day, keep the romance between Jim and Sherlock. Other characters are awesome, but please keep the romance on the Sheriarty straight and narrow.

2) I formulated this to bring the tag back to life, so I’d prefer if everyone tagged their content as Sheriarty and/or Jimlock. And if you’d like, tag as the Sheriarty 30 Day Challenge so everyone can track submissions!

3) All forms of submission are welcome! Fics, edits, gifs, gifsets, fanvids, fanart, fancomics, songs, poems, prose, etc.

4) No rape/non-con please. There’s enough of that on AO3 and it’s really not true to the pairing imo. Not to say you can’t have other dark themes, just be considerate and tag accordingly.

5) All prompts and suggestions are just to get you started, but you are not bound by them. There’s only one “AU” day, but ANY of the days can be AU day if you want them to be. For example, Meeting Family. Maybe they’re space aliens on Jupiter while meeting family. Makes nooooo difference to me. Same with Angst, only one Angst day, but you could make Going Undercover into angst. Or maybe Angst and someone’s hot for teacher. Or Crack-Angst. Or… something. Mix and match at your leisure.

6) You are under no obligation to do all of the prompts if you don’t want to. You can also take a break and join back up whenever you’d like. Say on day 15 you were getting a bit fatigued, you could come back on day 23, and still do day 16, pick up from there. Or skip 16-22 entirely. Whatever you’re comfortable with.

7) I have some suggestions/clarifications by a few of them. Feel free to ignore them if it doesn’t help your creative process. I personally work best with specific prompts, but not everyone is like that! And if you’re really stuck, I could help you think of a prompt, or maybe a good old throw-bits-of-paper-in-a-hat-and-do-what-comes-out might be in order!

8) Feel free to ask any questions that I didn’t touch on.

Prompts:

1) Dreams

2) Date Night

3) Drunk Shenanigans

4) Tiny Differences (Chunky or creamy peanut butter? Red or white? Spit or swallow? >:) )

5) Holidays

6) Smut/Kink/Implied Sex

7) Afterglow (because apparently Jim likes some aftercare ;) )

8) Unsent/Unread

9) Games (of the playful kind, cards, board, video, etc, not of the murder kind!)

10) Break-up (NOT leaving someone for someone else. Relationships can fail for all sorts of reasons)

11) Fluff

12) Meeting Family

13) Adaptation Swap (Pull different versions of Moriarty or Holmes from other story universes and pair them with the BBC ‘verse, see how it goes)

14) Era Change (set them in a different decade, time period, etc)

15) Crack (For some light-hearted strange in the middle)

16) Injury/Hurt/Comfort

17) Domestic

18) The Borgias Pearl (what if Sherlock wasn’t crazy, and Moriarty had really left him that pearl? Or, what if Sherlock went hunting down where that pearl really is?) 

19) Massages

20) AU

21) Kisses (bonus points if you mention the height difference :D)

22) Story Time (Because apparently both Jim and Sherlock are fix-it fic writers :D)

23) Angst

24) Irrational Fears

25) Space/Astronomy

26) The First “I love you”

27) Put them in a movie ‘verse (feel free for writing to only be a SNIPPET, this can get lengthy. No need to churn out a long one unless you want to)

28) OT3/Poly (Jim, Sherlock, and whoever else! Tag appropriately please)

29) Songfic (either the old-style lyric fics, or just inspired by)

30) Free day

Remember: BEGIN DATE: Saturday, July 15th

Reigning Madness – Chapter 36

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Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Smut

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Jared’s POV

Show after show, town after town, time seemed to be going by faster and faster. Before I knew it, two weeks had gone by since my two little encounters with Caroline. She was keeping her distance from me and I had to come to terms with my feelings for her. I was still in a relationship with Cynnamon and had these strong feelings for her, but I couldn’t deny the ones that seemed to develop overnight for Caroline.

 I sat on the bus, watching her seated next to Tomo, innocently laughing at whatever he was showing her on his phone. They were whispering back and forth and the sound of her cute little giggle finally traveled it’s way over to me. I smiled, watching her head drop back against the seat. She was having a good time and I swallowed hard when my eyes met Shannon’s. Even without words, I knew that he could read the emotions on my face when I looked at her. I could hide them from everyone else, but not Shan.

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anonymous asked:

Would you happen to know, in your opinion, the best Korrasami fics?

  Here are some of my all time favorites and the amazing, talented authors who write them :) 

 These are just some of the amazing stories that have made my days brighter and celebrate this wonderful couple!!! I hope you enjoy them. If you want more Fic recs please don’t hesitate to ask I’ll be more than happy to do so. This was great to do Thank you for this really :) I hope you have a wonderful day/evening <3<3<3<3<3<3 

thewolfintheshadow  asked:

I love Shadvio, and I would like to know what you like most about this adorable couple. PS: I love your draws: D!

Thank you!

What I like most?   You ask a difficult question :P

I like the amount of character development they have through their relationship.  There were a lot of ups and downs and heartbreak and betrayal but I think overall, in the end, they both inspired each other to become better people.

(Which, speaking of the emotional roller coaster: ow my heart ;n;  If we take “like” to mean “want to bawl my eyes out over,” then I “like” the fact that Shadow called Vio his first ever friend, and I “like” Vio’s inner turmoil as he became closer to Shadow, and I “like” their reconciliation after Shadow broke the mirror, with Vio desperately calling for Shadow to “hang in there!”  Just… ow.  If you like hurt/comfort (and I do) these two were made for it.  Bury me in fix-it fic, please)

I like the fact that they’re both quite clever, but in different ways.  It’s not “opposites attract,” but it’s not quite “birds of a feather“ either.  I think it makes them a good team, and probably means they can happily talk for ages and still be able to surprise each other.

I like how cuddly Shadow is towards Vio (I’m also a little heartbroken thinking about how touch-starved Shadow must be after having no friends or family for the first ~15 years of his life)

I like that the ship is very nearly canon, with all the hinting at it Akira Himekawa does I mean what

Um

That was definitely more than one thing, but you guys should know better than to expect a concise answer from me, when it comes to Four Swords ^^;;

“What’s your fuckin’ problem, old man?”

“Language, you brat,” Jack growled, alpha nature bristling at the challenge, “Rhys is perfectly fine. In fact, we just had an appointment today and they said he’s doing great.”

“Bullshit,” Jaxen snapped, hands curling into fists, “you know he’s had leg and hips problems before. Maybe it’s not an issue right now but this could really fuck him up!”

The young omega was quickly feeling himself losing control of his anger, part of him calling out to stop while the other jabbed a finger right in his father’s face.

“What if Mom needs surgery or it dies or they have to cut it out of him, what are you gonna do? Oh right, you don’t care, you just want more fuckin’ pups no matter what because you’re an alpha—“

He felt Jack seize his wrist and for a moment wondered if he would be struck, but his father just roughly yanked him in close until their heaving chests were practically pressed together. Jaxen wilted slightly as he was brought face to face with Jack, nose burning with his father’s angry pheromones. Jack’s eyes were wide with rage, icy blue eye fixed and menacing on the young man while the dead, mottled eye reflected back Jaxen’s own glare. Jack’s weathered scar crinkled in anger, teeth bared and canines long as he gnashed them together.

“You think I’m not scared shitless, you little punk?” Jack snarled, pupils slitting in anger. “You really think we planned this? ‘Cause I’ll tell you right now that no we didn’t, but unlike you I’m actually trying to deal with it instead of throwin’ a frikkin’ temper tantrum—“

Enough.” Rhys’ voice cut through the tense air between them, the omega appearing at the side to press his hands firmly against both his son and mate’s forearms. Both blinked, eyes tearing from one another to look at Rhys, who fixed them with a firm, frustrated look.

“You two fighting is going to screw up my health more than any pup could so. Can you both just calm down?”


i suddenly remembered more people wanting more about the confrontational relationship between jack and older!jaxen 

anonymous asked:

I know that in 18th century there is no garante for the future pregnancy (todays condom or pills is out of question). I totally understand why he wants to do it, but a VASECTOMY? In the books was Claire older, I know, but she managed – THEY managed to avoid …! It would still be easier if Claire was simply unable to get pregnant again – you know some difficulties at the labor, but … they have Willie now, so … It is hard to imagine THAT – on the other side – what else is possible?

So I feel like I threw a lot of people for a loop with that little development today (which was partially my intent, so SUCCESS, haha). 

But it’s really a funny train of thought that led to that particular bit of plotting so if you’re interested, here’s a brief look at how my mind works and how I wind up researching really strange things when writing fic:

The conversation that Jamie and Claire have after the Gathering in The Fiery Cross has always been an interesting one to me. It makes total sense given Jamie’s previous experiences (his mother, Geneva, and who knows how many of Lallybroch’s tenants over the years) that he would be in favor of birth control/contraception. Child birth was and still can be extremely dangerous to both the mothers and the babies. Claire almost died along with Faith and when she comes back she tells him that her pregnancy with Brianna was also a very dangerous one (part of the reason she says she refused drugs during labor was because she was terrified she was going to die in the process). 

So in this fic I very much wanted Jamie and Claire to have another child together and given Claire’s age, I wanted it to be pretty soon after their reunion. (This sudden and unexpected pregnancy also fed in nicely to the themes and tension I was aiming for with Bree’s character and motivating her to go back to the 20th Century, so puzzle pieces were coming together.) Given Jamie’s previous experiences and having met and then “lost” Bree, he’s basically a wreck through Claire’s entire pregnancy. He’s missed key elements of this process twice and he’s terrified that he’ll lose Claire and the baby (which would also be breaking his word to Bree having promised to take care of them). Following William’s birth there’s a brief calm in which he can relax because they’re both alive and safe but then the fear gets worse. They tried for Faith and Bree for a while but William happened completely unexpectedly and quickly. Claire is older––though not as old as she was in canon when she went back (her mid to late 40s instead of her early 50s)––which makes pregnancy less likely but also way more dangerous if it should happen.  

As a writer, I knew I didn’t want to have Claire get pregnant again and yes, I could have just had her not get pregnant. But from a character point of view, it makes way more sense (to me)––since they didn’t have difficulties getting pregnant with William, rather the opposite––that Jamie and his fears on the subject would spark this kind of discussion. So it fit really well (for me) to bring some of that discussion from Fiery Cross forward and work in some elements that notably weren’t addressed in canon.

But, I digress. Once the idea of vasectomy came to me I did a little bit of research. First I started looking at the history of that particular medical procedure to be sure it was something Claire would have known about before traveling back through the stones. Turns out they’re way older than I thought and also that in its early days, the procedure was most often used to sterilize criminals and was an idea/method that creeped up a lot in discussions of eugenics (which was a path of development that I found surprising, unsurprising, disgusting, and fascinating all at once). After confirming that Claire could have learned the procedure in medical school or on the job, I turned to @bonnie-wee-swordsman. She was kind enough to be the go-between with Dr. Swordsman for confirming that it would be possible for Claire to have performed the procedure in the 18th century. The response was that it would have been difficult but possible. (And thanks again, Bon, for what will always be one of the most hilarious text message exchanges I’ve ever had) 

And there you go. I don’t think I’ll be dwelling on the details of the procedure itself in the next installments of the fic so much as the reactions to it and the aftermath but I certainly fell down a strange rabbit-hole in the planning process for this particular plot point. 


To be honest, some of the idea of Jamie getting a vasectomy stems from some ‘what if’ scenarios I had in mind related to the Malva debacle in A Breath of Snow and Ashes and my uncertainty of just how far into the canon timeline I wanted to bring this fic. I’ve since decided to end it well before I would have reached that part but the vision of Claire and/or Jamie laughing when Malva made her claim about Jamie being the father of her child when both knew he’d been sterilized years before is still one I enjoy indulging in from time to time (there are still so many gaping holes in that plot that are so deserving of fic to fix them… maybe someday).

TDBM Drabble: Past and Future

Prompt: 5.2 – I’m with @seven-dragons. Too much overload in this episode!  I finally just went with the easy out, a quick fix-it fic. 
Word Count: 300


“I don’t need a ring, Lucien,” Jean said as they entered a Melbourne jewellery shop.  "I’m not some blushing bride–“

"Perhaps you don’t need one, but would you want one?”

She added, “I’m too old for this–” as she gazed into the cases.  

The salesman oiled up to them.  "Something for the lady?  Or perhaps a watch for the gentleman?“

"An engagement ring, as a matter of fact,” Lucien said jovially.  

With the salesman’s astonishment, both lost their good humour. When he recovered, he showed them a few simple, dull rings.

And that was how Jean ended up with an awfully expensive emerald surrounded by flawless diamonds.  Over tea, she turned her hand to and fro to admire the fire in the green stone.  "I’ll enjoy it for now. I shan’t wear it in Ballarat.“  

He caught her fingers to kiss them…and then paused, his lips hovering. He’d obviously remembered.  

"Jean, I’m so sorry! I forgot your first engagement ring.”

“But then you’d have to confess to stealing it,” she teased.

“Borrowed,” he corrected.  He rose.  "We’ll take the ring back and get another.“

"No.”  She pulled him down. “If you don’t mind, I’ll keep it. That ring meant a lot to me. This ring will be just as cherished.”

Christopher’s and her ring had been made with his mother’s heirloom stones and her uncle’s gift of gold nuggets. They’d been silly children to want something so flashy. In the end, she rarely wore it with her rough work as a farmer’s wife. But it had symbolized their future dreams.

She went to a hair appointment, and when she joined Lucien at the hotel bar, he presented another jeweller’s case, this one holding a dark pearl necklace.  "For our future life,“ she told him, after giving a token protest.   

Do you know what I really want right now?

I want all the Kyoya/Haruhi  fics.  All of them.  Every stupid cliche, every exaggerated miss-communication, I want all of it.  I want fics were they’ve been secretly dating the whole friggin time, but neither one of them cares to mention it to anyone else.  I want fics where they are both super, ridiculously affectionate, but nobody else gets it because, damn, it sounds like they hate each other.  I want them to end up married and realize they were getting there all along like 10 years down the line.  I want fics where the whole story is just Tamaki trying really hard to be sneaky about fixing them up but totally failing and in the end he just gets mad and gives up, only to find out they’ve fallen in love on their own.  I want all the thunderstorm comfort.  I want Haruhi to understand that he’s complimenting her before he understands it himself.  I want Kyoya to  cancel a business meeting because she’s sick, or angry, or looks a little down and could do with some company– and then I want her to find out about it later and not know if she should be angry or not.  I want them to have like 6 kids who accidentally become very well-adjusted.  I want Haruhi to be a publicity stunt for the Ootori family but accidentally be the be-all and end-all for the one she married.  I want Kyoya to get recognition as a kind, generous, warm man and I want Haruhi to get credit for being extremely perceptive, and I want these things incorporated into the same fic.  I want dozens of fics where he has no control over anything and is happier than he has ever been in his entire life, and at the same time I want so, so many fics about him having planned every last detail of their lives and her just being happy that he’s being himself and letting her into his world.  

I just have a lot of feelings about these idiots, so many feelings.  Oh man.  I would give a lot for a fic where we find out Kyoya gets an app developed that will tell him when it’s storming wherever she is so he can call her if he’s not there.  Oh dear.  Okay I’ll stop now.  

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Excerpt [chapter 47]:

For a moment, in the still silence that was hanging between us, I actually thought that I had a chance. I thought, foolishly, that there was a way to fix this. That I could just turn off the screens and pull him away and convince him that none of it was real.

I really, truly thought I had a chance.

And then he said the words.

The words I had craved most, spoken in the only way I would never want to hear them. Broken. Agonized. Ruined.

“I can’t believe I actually loved you.”

And just like that, my world was over.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/979988/chapters/3982354 

Note: Originally just Levi. But that’s just wrong. I wanna see both of their angst >.< Thursday, come sooner please!

@mlstaffappreciation ML Week Day 7: Ladynoir/Adrinette/Marichat/Ladrien

 Words: 563, Language: English

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I dearly hope closet make out fics become a staple in this fandom. Note: Both this and Day 6 were written on the notes app while I was on an airplane so I apologize for formatting issues. I tried to fix them but we will see.


“Why do we have to do this?” Marinette asks, releasing her transformation. She glances around the closet they’ve pushed themselves into, a small frown settling on her face. Tikki just pats her head, trying to comfort her miraculous holder. 

In contrast, Adrien grins as his own transformation releases. “Are you saying you don’t want to?” He enters Marinette’s personal space, looking down at her smugly. Plagg looks like he’s about to say something, but Tikki tugs him off to go hide. 

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I just want fix-it fic where Chirrut and Baze make it off Scarif, and then go about fucking up Imperial plans and saving the galaxy while Luke is still meandering about wondering what his life has become.

More of Chirrut taking on 20 stormtroopers at once while Baze chases after him, promising himself that this is the last time he’s going to save his dumb asshole husband from his own hubris.

More, “The force did protect me.”  “I protected you!”

More Chirrut befriending random important people while Baze glares at them both in the background desperately hoping this isn’t yet another person who’s going to get them entangled in a quest to save the galaxy that will almost get them blown up.  The fact that they do eventually save the galaxy is small comfort for the number of times they almost get blown up in the process, and the number of heart attacks Baze has over Chirrut’s antics.

More handholding and staring into each others eyes.

Just, more space husbands saving the galaxy while exasperating the hell out of each other and being ridiculously badass.

anonymous asked:

admins what's the mostttt realistic fix you guys have ever read? thankiiees ^_^

For meeeee. idk these are far from realistic but I WANT THEM TO BE because some are based on photos and gruuuh 

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