#ficmeme

Name a canon you know I have at some point enjoyed, and I'll dig up and post an excerpt from the unfinished fanfiction I've almost certainly got lying around.

(Optional: if you name something I don't have any unfinished fanfiction for, I may write a few lines on the spot. We'll see!)

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thanks @freneticfloetry for tagging me!

Never Have I Ever Cut Off My Nose Just to Spite My Face (Loki TV, MCU) | Loki leaned back against the couch cushions, reaching up to loosen his tie as Mobius prattled on about AARs and TVRs and several other acronyms that Loki was sure he was supposed to recognize. It was late; usually by now he’d be sliding into a hot bath with a glass of wine, letting the day wash away. And while he had the wine—his goblet was half-full, sitting on the coffee table—he was in Mobius’s office, which was far from a warm bath.

Challenge Accepted (Shadowhunters) | Simon fluffed a throw pillow and carefully set it in the corner section of his couch before taking a step back and looking at the whole area with a critical eye.

All We Have Are the Choices That We Make (Crossover b/w The Adjustment Bureau & MCU) | David still went by the bar sometimes. Not very often; his every move was tracked by the press since he won the election, but every once in a while he could slip in and have a beer before someone noticed him. Charlie always gave him shit for it, and David knew he’d have to stop eventually, at least if he ran for a higher office. It wouldn’t do to have a presidential candidate slumming it at a Brooklyn bar.

Bring Your Dog to Work Day (Hawkeye comics) | Clint shoved his cell in his pocket, sighing as he stood up from the bench. So much for a couple of days off. He whistled for Lucky, who paused in his grass-sniffing to look back at Clint, his ears cocked towards him.

Crystal Clear (MCU) | Phil looked over various posters tacked to the community bulletin board as he waited for the coffee to finish brewing. The break room wasn’t busy; there were only a couple of agents sitting at a nearby table, which wasn’t unusual in the late afternoon on the week before Christmas.

The Way the Story Ends (The Magicians) | It had hurt, when the blue flames erupted all over his body. Quentin remembered hearing screaming; first, Everett’s as he realized what Quentin was doing, and then Alice’s and Penny’s, and then his own. The pain was agonizing, but there was a kind of peace with it, especially when he saw Penny yank Alice out of the room. 

Why We Fight (MCU) | Thanos had been dead for a month when Natasha kissed Steve. He’d been living in a haze since that day at the Garden, stumbling through a fog of sadness and regret and fear and so much anger he scared himself.

Girl's Night (Hawkeye TV, MCU) | After the chaos that made up her Christmas break, Kate wasn’t sure what a return to normal life would be like, since her ‘normal life’ didn’t really exist anymore. Her mom had only spent a day in jail, but seeing as Kate was the one that put her there, she wasn’t speaking to Kate—which was fine, because Kate wasn’t speaking to her either.

So Crazy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) | The vampire crumbled to dust in front of her, and Buffy let out a small exhale, focusing on scanning the tombstones for any more vamps and not on the heat swirling in her belly.

One Night at a Time (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) | As soon as she saw who was waiting for her behind the glass partition, Faith knew. When Willow’s eyes caught hers, and Faith saw the grief and exhaustion that Willow seemed to be drowning in, she knew.

Aww thanks so much for the questions!

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Welll... it goes back to that extremely vivid dream I had in 2009, involving Diego, Peaches, and a mysterious antagonist - a tigress.

Before that, like pointed out in my other reply, I had a very different story in mind - I just wanted to write a nice fluffy Manny & Diego & Peaches father/uncle daughter/niece fic, though a mammoth as a villain was part of that original concept for the fic when I was calling it, "My Two Dads."

That dream altered everything though and eventually the overall fic changed from "My Two Dads" to being called "Cruel Intentions" and "Lacrimosa" was originally intended to have only FIVE (yes, five!!) chapters but considering that I'm about to post chapter 16 at the end of this month that didn't happen...

So, basically, the inspiration - the M2Ds concept + the vivid dream - melded together into what has become my "Cruel Intentions" series.

I really hope I can complete L this year because I really wanna get truly to work on CI, since I already have 20k words and basically two 10k chapters written for CI bk 1 at the moment...

5: What part was hardest to write?

Nothing really so far! However, "Lacrimosa" is heading into its collision course of mammoth vs sabres + the humans are coming fuller into the picture + The Scarlett has schemes up her paw... and it seems each new chapter (if you seem my posts referring to them) deal with a new emotional crisis or trauma, I think they might be.

But, from what I remember from when I first began writing Lacrimosa at the start 8 years ago, nothing was really "hard" to write per se.

hi!! 💖

7. favorite comfort fic(s)?

in this fandom, probably Another Place by JenTheSweetie ✨

12. share a sentence that you still remember from a fic you read long ago

didn't remember the exact sequence of words, but, man, this scene from The Last Love Song by Anthony E. Stark by jibrailis lives rent free in my mind:

Tony turns around, shuffling awkwardly in the sleeping bag until he faces Steve. Steve has beautiful eyelashes, he thinks, and a perfect peach mouth. "You love me, don't you?" Tony asks, and Steve's expression goes embarrassed and horrified in the span of a few seconds. Steve tries to look away, but there isn't much else to look at when they're huddled in a cave together.

Steve swallows. "Yes."

"It's okay," Tony says. "I won't remember it in the morning."

"I know," Steve says. "It's all right. I know you don't feel—" But Tony never manages to catch the rest of that sentence, because sleep falls on him then: quick, quiet, merciful.

17. which fandom was the first one that you read fanfiction in?

Uhh, I think Harry Potter? I was a huge Dramione fan lmaoo

30. are there fics that changed your life?

Looks like I’ve been tagged by @swaps55

C: What character do you identify with most?

Hanzo, somehow. Not necessarily in terms of fratricide, but in terms of the self-hatred, perfectionism, what I assume are crippling anxiety and some depression related to those things, and being an older sibling with a lot of responsibility on their shoulders. 

Also I like piercings and undercuts too.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Well, Blue was my all-around angstiest fic, I think, but Hanahaki isn’t strictly an idea I came up with, so . . . maybe Restart, with the McHanzo friends-with-benefits where McCree left after Hanzo confessed to feelings? That’s probably the worst. 

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.

11. olicity + cuddling:rated g | 2384 words

It occurs to Felicity, as she stirs awake this Saturday morning, that this should feel strange.

Because the comfortable warmth enveloping her is not just from a throw or the fading sunlight shining through her bedroom’s window. And the puff of air hitting the back of her neck, pickling her skin in its way, isn’t a wayward wind in this fine summer day.

But Oliver.

Oliver Queen. Laying beside her, around her, practically on her. His hand that once gently laid against her palm over her stomach has migrated somehow, between sleep and wishful thinking, towards her lower chest; a thumb finding a home in the small space between her breasts. And his impressive body, wide and long, is pressed completely against every inch of hers, cocooning her now terribly awake being into his blissfully unaware one.

And yet the thought of him waking up and finding them in this predicament, if such a word is actually fitting, wouldn’t make this weirder.

For he’d actually find this nice, normal, as she does in a way. Which is the part that is strange and a bit unsettling.

Because how did they went from ‘unthinkable’ to cuddling on her bed on a lazy weekend, while still remaining completely platonic?

…okay, maybe not completely. But still, spooning, pliant Oliver and all, she still feels an actual them is not reachable yet; a distant notion that sounds so nice and inviting, yet can’t possibly be a reality.

Or can it? 

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5 fanfictions you enjoy

“drive time” by @ddagent  

Former CIA Agent Melinda May is having trouble adjusting to the real world. But she finds help in the form of radio DJ Phil Coulson.

“he lied about death”  by  @paperclipbitch

She doesn’t say don’t, because May will take every single punch you want to land on her and then a few more that you can’t land because your hands are broken from the strain. - Grief, and other aphrodisiacs.

“the storm in his wake” by @daisyqiaolianmay

Even good men, and Rosalind truly believed Phil to be a good man, could have terrible secrets… and S.H.I.E.L.D, they’d kept enough terrible secrets from the world already. She just wasn't expecting this one.

“ i never know” by @axolotl7 

A fic set at the beginning of series three - May returns but not everything can be forgiven with a simple apology on either side.

“handkerchief” by @ussjellyfish 

May rushes in to grab Fitz, Phil deals with the consequences and the team helps. It's what they do.

5 headcanons that you have

phil’s crush began when they met their first day in hand to hand combat but knew for sure he would marry her when he saw may and her supervising officer (peggy carter!) together training in an empty classroom at the academy

phil and may’s rivalry ended when may graduated valedictorian at the academy, but Phil wrote her speech

phil told audrey that his partner died during a mission after may transferred to administration because had no way to explain the overwhelming guilt and sorrow he was dealing with

phil’s mom loves, I mean loves, may after they met on her first visit to DC

phil is the only one may told about the baby she miscarried in the tiny military hospital post-mission in bahrain

5 authors that you love

@ddagent

@ussjellyfish

@suallenparker

@nessnessquik

@axolotlz7

5 tropes that you adore

undercover lovers

au

geeky boy and the hot badass girl

angst...lots of angst

hurt and comfort

5 alternate universes that you live for

coffee shop au

cooking au

royalty au

civilian/agent au

war au

5 things you hate about fic

terrible grammar, poor spelling, lack of continuity in stylistic choices

original characters as main characters

fics where people don’t use double spacing

terribly out of character characters

lack of good story telling devices, plot, diction, etc

5 things you’d like to see written

rivial spies au

in-depth phil’s POV of may and andrew’s marriage

olympic athletes au

ptsd treatment of may after bahrain and phil’s support 

resolution to the may/coulson/daisy bahrain reveal

5 fics you wish happened in canon

"breaking the rules/saving melinda may” by @axolotl7

“ i never know” by @axolotl7

“ghosts that broke my heart before i met you” by @zauberer_sirin

“under the star light” by @oparu

“story gets bigger every year” by @aliassmith