this blog is for the aus of my own books that i want to write (we’ll see if i actually do) and maybe a bit of the books. maybe some snippets. we’ll see. i also write fanfic
writing a canon divergent fix-it fic while also shaking my head to show that i actually really like the canon's tragic narrative and am not trying to say i think it would be better if canon was like this
idea: while aelita’s at the labour camp, talking to other women in the building they all sleep in, she learns that not everyone there is a magical - political opposition and activists are also sent there, and she hears about a woman who died there a few years ago called marissa who was one of those activists.
relevant because this’ll be in book 5, and lewis losing marissa with no explanation for him or the readers will be in book 4. this serves both as full closure for the readers and a horrifying revelation that she died there instead of just leaving him without a word. she was taken against her will
they’re in a queerplatonic relationship with another of my ocs called harriet sable :3
the grey stuff on certain points of their skin is a result of their power- if their skin is broken or damaged, it turns a little to stone and stays that way permanently. if their body turns fully to stone, they’ll become a statue and die.
have a funny little one-shot au of my book and a few characters, enjoy
(inspiration for the dialogue comes from an animation i found on snapchat, don’t know where the original audio/characters or anything is from but i’ll put it under the cut underneath the writing)
Aelita snorted as Marcus stumbled on his way to the table.
She was leaning against the aforementioned table, one hand supporting her weight as she held her mug up with the other and inhaled the steam from her coffee.
Marcus stuck his middle finger up at her, taking a seat at the table and rubbing at his eyes. “Is there a cactus where your heart should be?” he inquired without looking up.
Aelita raised an eyebrow at his bowed head and grinned in amusement.
“Wow, what’s up your ass this morning? You’re usually much more cheerful,” she commented, then took a small sip from her coffee and winced as the not-quite-cooled-enough drink burned her tongue.
“Good morning.” Lewis slid into the seat next to Marcus, looking far less pitiful than his counterpart. Aelita smirked.
“Never mind,” she told Marcus’s black curls, and walked off to let him explain that little exchange to Lewis and his baffled expression.
as promised, reblogging with drabble challenge from the writing blog
this will be an au of my book as none of my characters have children (as of yet)
characters: Marcus & Lewis (my favourite homos in my book)
Lewis was sitting at his desk, reading one of the books guaranteed to make both his husband and their children groan in boredom the moment Lewis even tried to discuss its contents.
He heard familiar footsteps coming down the hall. Marcus stepped into the room and Lewis continued reading, waiting for him to speak.
“I lost our baby.”
Lewis, ever so slowly, looked up and set the book down. In front of him stood his beloved husband, chewing his lip and looking exceedingly worried.
“And how in the world,” Lewis asked disbelievingly, “did you manage that?”
“It was the kids, they ambushed me!” Marcus complainingly defended himself, pointing behind him. He’d clearly meant to point out of the open door, but without looking he was gesturing to the bookshelf next to the door. Lewis raised an eyebrow and Marcus looked behind himself, rolled his eyes, then moved his hand.
“You’re so pedantic,” Marcus told him, dropping his hand.
Lewis merely shook his head and looked at Marcus. “Remind me, long have we had these kids?” He asked him.
Marcus scowled. They’d been married long enough for Marcus to have learned when Lewis was about to talk down to him. Lovingly, of course, but still.
“Five years,” Marcus responded sulkily.
“Love, please explain to me how two seven-year-old children we’ve had for five years and I would hope you’ve learned to handle by now managed to both ambush you and I presume take Oliver out of his cradle.”
“Our daughters are evil geniuses,” Marcus told him desperately. “The other day, Esmarie distracted me while Isa stole a packet of cookies from the pantry.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow again. “And how did you not notice that happening?” He asked, then shook his head. “You know what? Not the most important part of this conversation. Come on.”
Lewis stood from his desk and walked around it to the door, grabbing Marcus’ hand as he went. “Let’s go find our children, love,” He told him affectionately. Marcus followed wordlessly, no doubt still in somewhat of a sulky mood from Lewis talking down to him.
Together, the two of them searched the bottom floor of their house methodically. Marcus scoured the kitchen and double-checked every cupboard the girls or the baby could fit in. Lewis looked behind the couch in the living room, then behind the TV. They met back up in the hall and Lewis took a momentary glance into the hallway bathroom before they both agreed the twins must be hiding upstairs with Oliver.
[sighs they’re so cute and gay i love my blorbos]
As they took the stairs up in unison, Lewis’ keen hearing (the keen hearing that Marcus called his spider-sense no matter how many times Lewis told him spiders did not, in fact, have ears and as a result good hearing could not be called spider-sense for a non-spider human) picked up the faint sound of giggling and then hasty shushing emanating from one of the bedrooms down the hall- either theirs or Oliver’s by the sound, as the twins’ room was at the top of the stairs.
He couldn’t stop the amused grin from spreading and tapped Marcus’ shoulder silently. Lewis gestured to his own ears then pointed down the hall. Marcus’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he mouthed a ‘huh?’ to Lewis before his face cleared a moment later and realisation replaced the confusion, followed quickly by a grin to mirror Lewis’.
Still with Marcus’ left hand held in Lewis’ right, they started to make their way down the hall as quietly as possible. The excitable giggling broke out again, this time louder. The pair of them were now close enough for Marcus to hear the girls as well, and Lewis deduced that Isabella and Esmarie were hiding in the master bedroom.
Lewis and Marcus were just a few metres away from their bedroom door, at which point they both heard the unmistakable sound of a baby waking up and beginning to cry. All thought of having a little fun with catching their daughters left Lewis’ mind, and he released Marcus’ hand and hastened his speed into the room.
Their bedroom door was almost closed, just slightly ajar. Lewis pushed it open with too much force then quickly caught it before it could slam into the wall and scare any of their children further. The giggles had stopped by now, and Lewis spotted the girls crouched over Oliver with worry clouding those pretty eyes of theirs, those eyes whose colour of the ocean on a calm summer’s day that always reminded him and Marcus of those of Alex and Harriet- ironically, the other pair of twins they knew.
“It’s okay, girls. Dad’s here,” Lewis told them, walking over and leaning down. He scooped up Oliver and started shushing softly while rocking him carefully from side to side. Lewis moved aside for Marcus to get past him to comfort Isa and Mari.
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