LovelySapphic

Carolyn means so much to me, so what was originally just a fic about her comforting Sterling after a nightmare turned into something a little more focused on her

Summary:

Some innocent, childlike part of her had believed that, once past the wall, life would be easy. And yet, it seemed more complicated than ever. She was desperate to give Sterling the childhood she’d always wanted for them, but doing it without any semblance of help, of community?

Some days, she felt like she just couldn’t do it by herself. Like maybe she wasn’t fit to be a mother at all.

If only Robert were here. He’d know what to do.

(Or: Baby Sterling has recurring nightmares. So does Carolyn.)

It's about Carolyn 🥰❤️

If you're craving some TAZ Balance content in the year of our lord 2025, please go check out my Taako & Lup fic! The summary makes it sound very sad (,,, and it is,,,) but it's got a happy ending and plenty of humor sprinkled in. I peaked with this fic, I'll never be as proud of anything as I am of this fic and I'm not ashamed to say that

Summary:

This shouldn’t feel different. It shouldn’t.

So why does it?

He knows the answer. It sits heavy and cold in his stomach.

He’s alone. He’s going to be alone. For months.

It feels real, this time. More real than it ever was, back when she’d collapse to the ground a mile below them only to materialize, fully intact, mere seconds later. It’s real.

Lup is dead.

(Or: Taako makes elderflower macarons for Lup every year for their birthday. She’s not always there to receive them.)

On that note, I ought to plug my TAZ fics too! This one's Lucretia angst :)

Summary:

“I know that the two of you have had a— a truly awful day,“ she manages to say. She feels her resolve cracking and swallows around the lump forming in her throat. The guilt is back with a passion and it’s dragging grief behind it, and she just needs a moment to herself or she’s going to lose everything. “Go wait— go wait in my office,” she starts, trying so hard to sound professional, to sound like the authority in front of the people that she looked up to for a century, that she still looks up to. “We’ll figure out a— a good way to send off our good friend Magnus.”

She nearly chokes on the words and searches for an escape.

(Or: Magnus is dead. Lucretia spirals.)

I have no idea how tumblr works but I gotta plug my first TWE fic, because TWE isn't even searchable on ao3 yet lol

Summary:

“I mean,” Tobin scoffed, “I feel like we would know it if we were, wouldn’t we?”

“If we were…?”

“In love.”

Etta hummed thoughtfully. “We could test it.”

(Or: Tobin and Etta's singular childhood kiss.)