Future Starts Slow + 3 (What’s your favorite line of narration?)
Thank you so much for this! I got to re-read this one "for research" lol.
I think my favorite lines are:
This pull Isobel feels between herself and Maria is unlike either of them; it's quiet and delicate, blooming warm and syrupy slow. She's been content these past weeks to stoke it softly with gentle teasing and lingering glances until she was sure it would hold. But now the air feels thick and smells sweet, like Maria's perfume and a hint of her sweat, and Isobel's mouth salivates to taste.
I had so much fun with characterizing Maria and Isobel with this one, and how they would be as a couple. And I think this sums it up pretty well. As much as they bring out the bite in each other, there is also a steadiness and a stillness to their connection that is unexpected.
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Or maybe ship fic. Like actual, flying ship. I’m not writing sequels or mando fic all that much but this feels like a title that belongs to one of those well-loved ships that have character and a whole bunch of bumps and nicks and they’ve been through everything from the vacuum of space to an ice cold cave of carnivorous spiders, yet they’re still running—on pure determination probably
How did mando get his ship? Yep that feels like it fits the title 😊
🐑 For the fake fic meme: maxf/oscar/(lando?), bad descisons, angst, non-au, implied threesome, max is having a bad time :)
Oscar barely makes a sound when Max touches him, lips parting in quiet surprise. His cock stirs in the loose cage of Max's hand, but at least his eyes stay closed, thank fuck. No one else needs to see this.
Fitzsimmons. 62 and 35 (If you can find a way to incorporate the Hootie and the Blowfish song of the same name as 35 I applaud you)
oh my god you are wonderful. thank you!
i was thinking about combining these but i decided to do them as two separate prompts and the rest is under the read more!! i did my best to work in that request ;)
fitzsimmons + hold my hand
"The things I let you talk me into," Fitz whined, shutting his eyes tightly.
"We can always turn back and return to our dull, menial little lives," she sighed dramatically. "Of course, when we’re old and grey and sitting with our fat little grandchildren, we could just tell them all about that time we stood in the lab and had another in-depth discussion about Doctor Who.”
"That sounds wonderful," Fitz smiled, opening his eyes so he could have the chance to enjoy the annoyed expression on her face.
"Fitz," she growled. "We never do anything exciting. And you already agreed.”
"Alright, alright," he replied, trying to calm her down. "Relax. I don’t wanna be part of your problems. God knows you’ve got enough. I’m doing this."
"Excellent, because we’re next in line," she said cheerfully.
They each moved stepped forward and climbed the metal ladder up to the very top, each of them nervous as they stood to be dressed in protective gear and wiring.
"Are you ready?" Jemma asked, searching his eyes for any signs that he genuinely wanted to back out.
He nodded nervously, his eyes set intently on hers, refusing to look down. She stifled a laugh.
"I’ve got a hand for you," she said reassuringly, extending her arms out to him. He clasped his hands into hers appreciatively and shut his eyes as the attendant counted down from five.
And then they were weightless clinging on to each other as t hey floated through the air.
fitzsimmons + magic
"No! How did you do that?" Jemma asked, genuinely impressed.
Usually she was able to spot the illusion, figure out the secret behind most of his tricks, but this one truly had her stumped; he’d managed to make her own tie disappear from around her neck.
"A magician never reveals his secrets."
She scoffed. “Bullshit, Fitz. Just tell me.”
He shook his head, laughing. “Nope. I’ve finally got you. Not giving this up for anything.”
"Fitz!" She called out as he walked back to his corner of the lab. "At the very least give me my tie back?"
"Check the right pocket of your lab coat," he laughed again.
She slipped her hand inside and surely enough, the tie was there. She clenched her fingers around the soft fabric and narrowed her eyes at her lab partner, cursing under her breath.
She’d figure out how he did it, just like she always did.
