#nonisland

For “Most Likely to Make You Cry”, I’d like to nominate Hear the Little Songs That Echoed Through my Soul by nonisland. It’s from 2014 but I only read it this year and it’s my favorite tragic femslash fic basically ever, and hauntingly beautiful. It’s an Iliad fic and the ship is Cassandra/Helen, and I just really love the prose as well as the concept.

A very touching and sweet Greek mythology fanfiction about Cassandra the prophetess and Helen of Troy by nonisland on the fanfiction website Archive of Our Own. This was uplifting despite some sad parts and a major gem.

Author: nonisland

Fandom: The Avengers

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Jane Foster/Thor Odinson, Jane Foster/OMCs

Summary: Jane loves her work, but there’s so much crap she has to deal with to be able to do it. Sometimes she wants to be in a different story.

cam wakes up one morning with an unfamiliar ache in his shoulders. he's used to the way sadness weighs him down and worry ties knots under his skin, but this is something more than that, something that vibrates along his bones like the air before a storm. throughout the day he keeps almost forgetting to breathe just at the feel of it, focuses on it when the world around him gets to be too much, until by nightfall he could draw his own shoulderblades like a map.

the next day the skin's hot and tingling and he doesn't know what to do so he asks maya what she thinks, and she brushes her hand over his shoulders and it hurts in the best way possible, like looking into the sun ought to hurt, and says, "it feels like you're trying to become something." he falls asleep on his stomach while she does her homework and wakes up when she shrieks. he tries to sit up and falls over and he wants to freak out because there are wings, he has WINGS.

they're heavy and strange and he falls over when he tries to sit up and then whacks one against the back of the couch and this is terrifying, it's impossible, it's completely unreal, but maya—maya's looking at him, not scared at all anymore, just wide-eyed with awe. "you have wings," she whispers, and cam says, "i guess i do," not sure how any of this is happening, but they move when he thinks about it, and then he's got one wrapped around himself like a hug and the other reaching out to her.

she takes a shaky step closer and then he's hugging them both, the feathers prickling against his skin and catching sweetly on her hair, just the sound of their breathing filling up the space, and it's warm and safe as the dreams he can barely remember.

KATE SENT CAMAYA WING-FIC TO MY ASKBOX

ah. yes. me too—not always, but much more often than I’d like. *offers hugs?*

From the aforementioned "Cassandra Steiner."  Having been trapped in her abusive boyfriend's apartment by said boyfriend, Cassandra has laid a tarot spread for herself in order gain what comfort she can from it.

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