Hi y'all! I'm changing the way I do requests. Unless otherwise specified, they'll be open anytime with the caveat that I'm a human being with real thoughts, feelings, opinions, and responsibilities, meaning that I may not have the interest/ ability/ motivation/ time to write everything received, and requests may take an exorbitant amount of time (think, literal years) to be written because that's just how it is. 🥲
Please just indicate in some way that the ask is a request. Sometimes people send a string of dialogue or a random quote with no other info attached and I’m not quite sure what it’s supposed to be for.
Fandoms I currently write for/ would write for: A Discovery of Witches, Bridgerton, Daredevil, The Family Stone, Fifty Shades, The Haunting of Hill House/ Bly Manor, Marvel, One Tree Hill, Peaky Blinders, The Punisher, Sherlock, Suits, Supernatural, True Blood, Twilight, The Vampire Diaries, White Collar, ACOTAR, Throne of Glass Series, The Empyrean Series (Fourth Wing), The Pitt
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I'm including a list below the cut of everything I have on my request radar and will try to update as new requests are received (I usually only respond to the ask once I complete/ post the request)—updated as of September 13, 2025.
Masterlist
Pending Requests:
Peaky Blinders:
Part 2 to Gestures of fairness? Where perhaps Tommy is doing something which warrants Clara to utilize her ‘discovery’. For some reason I’m imagining tipsy, fun Tommy for this, with the other brothers there too, just a sweet family moment in the garrison or the house or something, before everything goes to shit
46 and 32 from the parental writing prompts with Tommy saying them! I just want some soft Tommy with a very scared Clara (note: this one is already written, but is actually going to be included in an upcoming chapter of LLB).
Part 2 for pretty in pink
For an angst one shot could you please do one where clara and grace has a huge fight and it ends up with clara wanting to leave the arrow house but tommy doesn't allow her and it will be a situation where he has to choose between clara and grace
could you write something about tommy and clara having an argument?
clara having huge fight with her family or getting into trouble and getting hurt something along the way
one shot with tommy and clara like a huge fight and fallout.
One-shot where Clara is a teenager and gets called into Tommy’s office to be scolded and she gets punished and it evolves into an angsty fight between Tommy and Clara but with comfort in the end? Like maybe she really pushed his buttons, he’s decided to punish her, she gets upset, they fight, she runs up to his room, he comes up and they talk it out and hugs in the end?
Arthur is the first to protect and stand up for her, Tommy is who she goes to when she doesn’t feel safe, and John is who she goes to when she already feel safe/just needs a little love and comfort
S6 - Clara finding out about Tommy's "brain tumor."
Reader is married to Harvey and is also a lawyer and maybe during a big important case the reader gets shot in the middle of court and Harvey has to try to keep her alive and begs her to not leave him and their new little Boy at home. But thankfully the reader survives! 💗
"That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I knew you'd react like this.", for Charlie and Harvey
Darvey? but like with charlie? maybe they're having a date at home or something & charlie promised to hide away in her room all evening but she goes out of her way to purposefully ruin it (why? for the giggles ofc, & because she loves messing with her big brother)
teenage charlie and Harvey notices she hasn’t really been eating breakfast or dinner with him as often and it turns out that she was upset about what someone said to her
Maybe if Charlie is so stressed Harvey has to intervene bc she stopped eating and sleeping? & High school ? “ Charlotte just because you’re 16 doesn’t mean I won’t goddamn spoon feed you if I have to. Don’t test me on this. This is not a battle you will win little one (or little sister).”
Charlie: "Marcus said I was his favourite."
Can I request a Charlie specter where she gets caught at home with a boy like she skipped school or something and Harvey catches them together!?
teenage charlie (14-15) and mike and harvey are going to meet a client and they catch her skipping school on the street! not really like in a angsty way yk like in a funny way if that makes sense?
I would love one where she has a boyfriend and protective Harvey
something where Charlie has a really bad day and just bypasses Donna and runs into Harvey’s office? Maybe when she’s still adjusting to her new school or high school or something?
Charlie getting the flu during flu season and Harvey taking care of her?
a younger sort of trouble maker charlie after harvey became her guardian!
Harvey had to pick Charlie up drunk and Donna having to step in and say something like “there’s no use in lecturing/talking to her like this she needs to sleep it off”
Part 2 for It's On You
Part 2 of Bibbidi Bobbidi Beat It
Showing up — Birthday gift — Bicycle - Charlie & Harv or Marcus
Can you do a fic where Charlie catches Marcus gambling but doesn’t know what he’s doing. Like a young Charlie, maybe?
headcanon or smth about when Charlie saw her father dying?
what if Charlie can’t sleep or hasn’t slept in days and so Harvey steps in bc he knows exactly how to get her to sleep.
Charlie going through a rebellious phase in her teens (stealing money from Harvey, sneaking out) and how he deals with it
Twilight:
"I'm very lucky to know you." For twilight
“I didn’t know they were drugs!” and “Oh my god, it’s so pretty!” With Twilight?
“I prefer not to be disturbed.” & “I don’t feel like it today.” For Twilight
mia cullen in eclipse when she and jacob finally meet again
some sort of part two for drifting (but it can also be a new ff) where Mia maybe has depression or a depressed phase (maybe because the family is drifting apart like in your last Carlisle fan fiction) And Carlisle and/or Esme help her through (maybe she dosen’t even has the energy to brush her hair or get out of bed)
Mia drank Alcohol and used marijuana in new moon
Mia Cullen just doing stupid stuff and (accidentally) pushing Carlisle to his limits, like he’s not angry but more like because it’s stupid?
A moment when one of the Cullens got Really Mad at Mia and screamed at her.
The story behind Mia getting her nose pierced.
Mia talking in her sleep.
Maybe she dislocated her shoulder and it has to be popped in and she’s hysterical maybe falls asleep on Emmett after? Maybe from playing too rough with someone?
a cute/comfort scene between Mia and Jasper
Mia is with Rosalie. Something like them gossiping or have a girls night with Alice.
Revised Chapter 1 of We Intertwined (Twilight Long Fic)
Part 2 for Normal Development
Part 2 of Drifting
Eye of the storm — Sleeping on shoulder — First hug - Edward & Mia
Apology — Palm kiss — Campfire - Carlisle & Mia
Cast taken off — Sleepy kiss — Hot chocolate - Mia & Esme
Fifty Shades:
Elliot & Emma : "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."
Part 2 to Opportunities
Putting on ointment — Thick blankets — Sunset - Emma & Christian
“Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!” For The Punisher
Sherlock:
"Can you shut up for once in your life?" Watson sister with Sherlock? Perhaps during the season 3 premiere where John is kidnapped and they try to think of a way to save him.
Sherlock deducing Lucy getting bullied
Daredevil:
Matt and sister angst to fluff one-shot
Bridgerton:
Bridgerton sistercousin having an argument with Anthony or someone else and going to Benedict for comfort/to rant.
True Blood:
a guy around her age (human or not) is really friendly/flirty and Eric starts to get overprotective but won’t admit it.
Remembering medication — Art on fridge — Warm toast - Elisabeth & Eric
maybe one where eric gets really mad and scares elisabeth? and then hes like “i would never hurt you” or something😭
The Family Stone:
None
Marvel:
Marvel OC’s heart got broken by a guy but Bucky and Sam are there for her
Supernatural:
Revised Chapter 1 of Bye, Bye Apple Pie (Spn Long Fic)
Putting on ointment — Care for caregiver — Rain on the roof — “I've got you.” - Nora & Sam
supernatural fic where nora gets hurt on a hunt, and sam and dean have to patch her up!
The Pitt:
Can you do one where like Langdon is raising his teen sister. I want to have an angsty fic soo bad with him but he’s too young for a teen daughter.
are you familiar with Rivals, the show (based on the book series)??Just started watching at it's pretty entertaining
I’m familiar. Like 3 friends are currently reading and watching but I haven’t seen it/ read it and I’ve got no idea what it’s about other than I assume it’s a potentially smutty romance? 😅
hi there! I just wanted to tell you that I've read little lady blinder almost 6 times now and it's one of my favorite fanfictions I've ever read! I return to read it once or twice a year because it's just so good. I was just wondering if the story has been ended at chapter 34 or if it's something that will be continued in the future. Either way, thank you so much for writing such a wonderful story!
😭😭 this is so nice. Thank you for reading and loving Clara’s story. ❤️ it’s not finished yet, but I update remarkably slowly, even more so lately. That said, I did a bit of writing the other day for the first time in a long while and I think that’s a pretty good sign!
Day 9 Prompt (900 words) for 10 days to 1K: Fake Dating
Characters: Isiah Jesus & Clara Shelby (OC)
"You're not dancing?" Clara asked, a little breathless as she arrived back to their table, nearly empty aside from a bottle of whiskey, some glasses, and Isiah.
Isiah shook his head and took a sip from his glass. He hadn't moved from his seat during the few songs Clara had been dancing with her new acquaintance, William. She knew that because Clara had had an eye on Isiah the entire time, paying more attention to him than she was the man leading her around the dance floor.
Clara hummed and glanced over her shoulder, searching for her brother and her cousin, only to find they were both occupied with some London girls they probably hadn't yet bothered to learn the names of.
Clara wasn't quite yet sure about how she liked London. She loved the city in a theoretical sense, but there was something she missed about being home. Something she preferred about the familiar pubs and lanes. Something that felt safer about Birmingham because everyone there knew she was a Shelby girl.
The boys in London didn't know who Clara Shelby was so she was just a girl in a club. It meant the boys were bolder. The term 'less respectful' also came to mind though Clara wasn't sure if that was quite it. Because there was a sense of respectfulness about these boys, a bit of properness and politeness, but it was paired with a fair bit of entitlement she wasn't as familiar with.
As the music started again, Clara lowered herself into the seat beside Isiah and took a sip of his whiskey. She jolted at feeling a sudden warmth at her back, a strong hand clasping over her shoulder.
"Let's go again, Clare," William said, having returned with a fresh drink in hand.
Isiah raised an eyebrow before glancing to the hand William now extended in front of Clara. Isiah's arm wormed its way around Clara's waist as he sensed the hesitation.
"My Clara is all set, mate," Isiah offered as he tugged Clara closer against his side. "The only dance partner she'll be needing for the rest of the evening is me."
The heat of embarrassment flushed Clara's cheeks but she didn't contradict him. Isiah had assumed that she was done with the London boy, and as usual, and especially when it came to Clara, he wasn't wrong.
William scoffed. "Is that so?"
"That a problem?" Isiah asked.
"I'd like to hear it out of her mouth."
Clara watched William trying to keep that calm façade, talking to Isiah about her as if she didn't even exist.
Isiah snorted and turned to Clara. "Well, go on then, love. Tell the poor boy what you want."
"I'm with him," Clara confirmed, nodding towards Isiah.
"With him?" William tried to clarify.
"You heard her, mate," Isiah confirmed, his voice calm though Clara could feel the tension running through his body as he pressed up against her. "She's my girl. Just loves to dance even more than me, so she always takes a poor sod out for a few twirls to show the crowd how it's done."
Clara tried to elbow Isiah for that—he now was just playing with William, just spoiling for a fight— but Isiah was holding her too close and Clara couldn't get enough leverage.
William downed his drink, slamming it down on the table before turning to walk away. "Nothing more than a low-class prick-teaser," he mumbled as he began to walk away and Clara clapped her hand down on Isiah's leg, the strategic placement on his thigh just distracting enough that he didn't immediately jump out of his chair in response to William's comment.
It took a few seconds for Isiah to recover, but when he did, he placed a hand over Clara's, removing her hand from his leg and holding it tightly as he stood up.
"What was that—?"
Clara stood with Isiah, her lips crashing on his before he could step away, before he could get out the rest of his question, before he could start anything with William. Clara and Isiah stayed wrapped up in each other even as William turned back to them, a scowl on his face as Clara deepening the kiss.
"Let's get you back on the dancefloor, eh, love?" Isiah said as he pulled away, his hand on Clara's cheek as he rested his forehead against hers. She nodded, and they left William behind to find a spot on the dancefloor.
"So, what was that about?" Isiah asked as the two swayed to the music.
Clara shrugged. "If he thinks we're together, he'll leave me be for the night."
"And the kiss?"
She shrugged again. "I didn't want you starting something over some silly words. No sense in ruining a perfectly good evening."
"I see," he said, "So you really are just a—"
Clara shoved at Isiah's shoulder, an unsatisfying endeavor considering he was holding her so close, leading their dance across the floor. "Don't you dare say it, Isiah Jesus."
Isiah snorted. "You're the one kissing me as a rouse, Miss Shelby."
Clara shook her head. "And you were more than happy to go along with it."
"Yeah, well, I've never been one to say to a pretty girl kissing me."
Clara rolled her eyes. "You're disgusting."
Isiah shrugged. "I might be disgusting, but you're still the one who kissed me, love."
Summary: Teddy refused to listen to Tommy and has put herself in the crossfire. After getting shot, she has to go to Ada’s house to get cleaned up, but her sister won’t let get off so easy
(gif by @perioddramasource)
A/N: I’ll be completely honest: I found this request in my notes but it’s OLD so I have no idea who requested this, when or why, or any details. BUT this did get me thinking and @hb-writes and I agreed that we need more Ada out here. So here we are: episode 1 of season 5, but instead of Finn getting shot, Teddy’s getting shot instead. I do have another one that’s kinda around the same time and would work as a sequel to this one: Miss Shelby. This would be set a few months previous.
Words: 2159
*****
Teddy hadn’t thought it through. In the next 48 hours that were to come, she would tell her brothers over and over again that she knew what she was doing and that she was aware of the risks and that she had thought in through. But she really didn’t’.
Teddy had gone to Limehouse, London, after being explicitly forbidden to do so. Maybe she just wanted to do it anyway. Maybe she’d done it because she’d been explicitly told not to. Either way, after Finn had told Isiah he couldn’t, Teddy had agreed to go. Abarama didn’t care; he liked Teddy and he was happy to have her by his side. She was one of the best shots in the family.
As they’d made their way through the crowd of kids, underneath the pretty lanterns almost obscured through the smoke and dirt of the place, Teddy and Abarama had followed Isiah into one of the decaying buildings. With one swift kick, he’d forced the door open. Teddy had sighed, tried to banish the image of her disapproving brothers from her mind, and followed inside.
They’d been carrying out an assassination, because Tommy had ordered them to “introduce themselves” to the criminals and local gangs of Limehouse. He’d asked Abarama to do the job for them, and Isiah had offered a helping hand. Naturally, Finn heard of it first and had wanted to help, but eventually thought better of it. Teddy had not.
“So, a pimp, right?” the youngest Shelby had asked, as they’d passed by dozens of shocked women left and right. Maybe it was because she was a woman, but somehow that made the task a lot easier. Some of these women were not women at all: they were girls, and Teddy had gripped her gun even harder.
And there he’d been: behind a red curtain. A tiny little girl had pointed them to him. And then everything had happened too fast. The first shot had come unexpectedly through the door. They’d crouched down low, but the second one came fast. Thank God for Abarama Gold and his gypsy magic of being able to walk through walls. And then it was done.
It had taken a while for Teddy to realize the second bullet had hit her.
*****
Everything was a blur after that. Ignoring Teddy’s protests, they were taking her to Ada’s apartment. Abarama simply picked her up and carried her up the stairs like she hardly weighed a thing. Once upstairs, Isiah stood still for a moment, looking around the apartment and admired all the fancy things acquired by the eldest Shelby daughter over the years. Teddy only worried about her reaction if they were to ruin any of said fancy things.
“Put something down for the blood,” Teddy hissed, “My sister’ll fucking kill me.”
Isiah knocked over a vase in the process, “Fuck.” But Teddy reassured him, “Arthur gave her that, and she’s always fucking hated it. Don’t worry.”
“No, do, indeed, worry,” a booming familiar voice came from the corridor and Ada entered the room. With a sigh, Abarama tossed the youngest Shelby onto the couch. Teddy cursed and Abarama ordered, “Get her some booze.”
“Why?” Ada demanded, now joining them. Teddy tried her very best not to meet her sister’s eye, but she had this thing she did which made it almost impossible for anyone to ignore her. Aunt Polly used to do the same thing. Suddenly, Teddy didn’t feel so grown up with her 20 years of age now but felt very small again. Where the fuck was that man with the booze?
Thank fuck Isiah appeared with a bottle, only for Ada to snatch it out of his hands before it could reach Teddy. “Fucking hell, Ada,” she groaned, “I need that!”
She held the bottle just inches away from Teddy’s grasp, “Not before you tell me what happened.”
“Nothing happened!” Teddy tried to reach for it, but was yanked back by Abarama, who told her, “You’re going to rip that bullet through. Sit still.”
“Nothing happened, but somehow you still ended up with a bullet in your arm. That’s funny, isn’t it, Mr. Gold?” Ada glared daggers at both gentlemen present.
“I’ll go get Finn,“ Isiah mumbled, while quietly making his exit. He didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. Actual bullets he could deal with; feuding Shelby sisters he could not.
“It wasn’t his fault, Ada,” she groaned, “I volunteered.”
“Of course, you fucking volunteered. You know, even since you were eight years old, you always fucking…”
“Alright! Can you please do the whole fucking speech afterwards? I need Mr. Gold here to take out the bullet. So, Ada, please, just give me the fucking bottle!”
With her signature eyeroll, Ada handed her little sister the gin, “Just wait ‘till I tell Tommy about this.”
Teddy opened her mouth to protest, but Abarama had taken her arm and started feeling around for the bullet. It took everything in her not to scream. But she’d be damned if she’d give her sister the satisfaction.
“Miss Shelby,“ Mr. Gold said conversationally, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to restrain your sister.”
“I will be doing no such thing,” Ada took the bottle from Teddy’s hands and took a sip, “She made her bed, she can fucking lie in it.”
“Ada!”
“I mean it, Teddy. I’ve had enough. I go day and night worrying about a brother ending up dead, and now I have to worry about you too? No, fuck it. You can chop that arm off, Mr. Gold, for all I care. Might save her from the noose.”
She seemed genuinely angry, and Teddy was too surprised to come up with a witty reply.
Seconds later, Finn stormed in, with Isiah hot on his heels. “Teddy, what the fuck!” he bellowed.
“Spare me. Ada already did,” Teddy ground out, but when she looked up, Ada was gone. She wasn’t given much time to process it all though, because Abarama ordered Finn to take hold of his little sister.
“Are you ready?” he asked, throwing some of Ada’s most expensive gin onto his hands.
“No, but hajt.”
Teddy felt Finn’s arms tighten around her, first like a hug, then like a chokehold. Teddy threw her head back and silently prayed to the Madonna. At first she didn’t feel much, but then the pain starting cutting through her. She clenched her teeth and hissed.
“Look at your sister, man,” Isiah laughed. “Maybe she should be the new Peaky boy, eh?”
“Shut up,” Finn replied from behind her, as Abarama was still digging into her arm, “It’s not like Tommy’ll let her live after this.”
Teddy let out a sudden scream as Abarama tugged at her arm. “Do you even know what you’re doing? Teddy called out, “I’m not a fucking horse you know!” He pressed on the skin again to persuade the bullet to move, by way of reply. And Teddy let out another, “Tu beng,” through her teeth.
Abarama only laughed at it, and added, “Well, the horse did die. Finn, hold her tighter. Now stop talking, bitta chavi.” And then he took the blade and cut open her arm, and Teddy didn’t have much to say anymore.
And after a while, “Got it!“ He held the bullet up proudly.
Finn slapped Teddy proudly on her back and his little sister grinned up at him. Apparently, he had forgiven her: that was one brother down. Unfortunately, that’s when Ada came back in and ordered them all to get out. Teddy got up to leave as well, but when she met Ada’s gaze, something told her to sit back down again.
“I’m sorry, sister. They broke Arthur’s vase,” Teddy took another swig of the gin. She pulled a face: she really did prefer whiskey.
“Fuck the vase,” her sister sat down next to her, “And fuck you! What did I tell you! And what did Tommy tell you?”
“Please, Ada, not now…”
Angrily, Ada took the bottle from her once again and snarled, “Close your eyes.”
“What? why…” But then the elder Shelby splashed some of its contents onto her arm and Teddy nearly fainted. She screamed something feral and high-pitched, and then she slumped forwards into Ada’s arms.
“Sterilization,” her sister explained, dryly. “Serves you right.”
Teddy tried to breathe again and protested, “Fuck, Ada! What the fuck…” But she never got to finish that sentence either. Ada slapped her once, hard. Then she sat back and looked at her sister with a kind of fury that was almost unfamiliar to Teddy.
“Tommy doesn’t need to…”
“Oh, he’ll know.”
Teddy scoffed and rolled her eyes, which earner her another slap.
“Ada, why…” And a third slap. Finally, Teddy shut her mouth.
After a few moments of silence, in which Ada tried to compose herself, she said, “Listen to me, you fucking bone-headed little devil, we Shelby’s don’t get involved. We let others do that for us. And don’t even think about calling me a ‘socialite’ again, because I will slap you again.”
Teddy held up a hand in defeat. She had no intention of getting hit again. Her head was still spinning.
“We have a chance,” her sister continued, “Because Tommy has given us a chance. We have money and we have power, and we’ve left our past life behind us. And you’ve got a precious, albeit wasted, young life ahead of you, Teddy! Three inches to the left, and that would’ve been gone.”
“Three inches to the right though…”
Ada held up a hand but decided against it, “Listen to me, Teddy, you’ve got nothing to prove. You have got nothing to prove.”
Teddy looked down and sighed, “But I do, though. I’m not like you, Ada. I never will be.”
“I know,” she sighed from the soul. “You never were.”
“No, I mean…” she groaned. This wasn’t easy to explain. Because even though they were sisters, they never had much in common. And it had never been easy for them to talk about things, because oftentimes it felt like they didn’t speak the same language.
“I’m not…” Teddy started, but she was lost for words once again. She wanted to tell her she could never become a lady like Ada could. She’d never know how to behave in polite society, even if she wanted to. She only knew the life her brothers led when she was little, and it was all she ever wanted to be. But if she was really honest; it was all she could be. She wasn’t smart like Ada, or pretty like Ada, or stoic like Ada… She wasn’t anything: just fuck-up Teddy.
But Ada understood, “You’re still so young, Teddy. You can learn all of that. But you won’t if you get yourself killed.”
“Yeah, I know…“ Teddy shrugged, “I just want to show them I can do it. Even though I’m the youngest. Even though I’m a girl.”
“Sweetheart, no one is doubting you can.”
“Tommy is.”
Ada burst out laughing, “Tommy is going to thrash you, you do know that, right? Just like you’re seven years old again, because you’re acting like a bloody child!”
Teddy scoffed again and rolled her eyes. She was not looking forwards to that confrontation.
Ada looked at her little sister and softened. She thought about how she was when she was little, so stubborn too, but also still adorable somehow too. To her, she still looked the same. And somehow all of this, all of the Shelby drama, all the killing and all the danger, was bearable if only they could be certain that Teddy would be safe. If only they could make sure no harm would come to her, it would be worth it. Ada knew Tommy felt the same. Everything was permissible and anything was bearable, if it meant they could keep her out of it all. But somehow, they still had failed. She was the one thing they loved most, and they had failed her. But she couldn’t tell her that. And so. Ada asked her the one thing she was most afraid to ask, “Teddy, did you kill a man?”
“No, but I wish I had,” the stubborn thing grumbled.
“Jesus Christ, Teddy!”
“I mean it, Ada. He was fucking selling kids. Kids, Ada!”
“Listen, I’m glad the fucker is dead, but I do not want you involved, alright? Teddy, not you!”
“Why not me?!”
“Because I cannot lose you too! And… I worry about you, alright?”
Teddy blinked, “Alright.” They were uncomfortably silent for a while, “Alright, I get it. I’ll be more careful, Ada, I promise.”
Ada took another sip of the gin and handed it to her little sister, “Well, this has taken years off my life.” They smiled at each other
And then a cheeky grin spread across Teddy’s face, “Does that mean you love me, Ada? Because I think it does…”
“Fuck you.”
*****
Day 9 Prompt (900 words) for 10 days to 1K: Fake Dating
Characters: Isiah Jesus & Clara Shelby (OC)
"You're not dancing?" Clara asked, a little breathless as she arrived back to their table, nearly empty aside from a bottle of whiskey, some glasses, and Isiah.
Isiah shook his head and took a sip from his glass. He hadn't moved from his seat during the few songs Clara had been dancing with her new acquaintance, William. She knew that because Clara had had an eye on Isiah the entire time, paying more attention to him than she was the man leading her around the dance floor.
Clara hummed and glanced over her shoulder, searching for her brother and her cousin, only to find they were both occupied with some London girls they probably hadn't yet bothered to learn the names of.
Clara wasn't quite yet sure about how she liked London. She loved the city in a theoretical sense, but there was something she missed about being home. Something she preferred about the familiar pubs and lanes. Something that felt safer about Birmingham because everyone there knew she was a Shelby girl.
The boys in London didn't know who Clara Shelby was so she was just a girl in a club. It meant the boys were bolder. The term 'less respectful' also came to mind though Clara wasn't sure if that was quite it. Because there was a sense of respectfulness about these boys, a bit of properness and politeness, but it was paired with a fair bit of entitlement she wasn't as familiar with.
As the music started again, Clara lowered herself into the seat beside Isiah and took a sip of his whiskey. She jolted at feeling a sudden warmth at her back, a strong hand clasping over her shoulder.
"Let's go again, Clare," William said, having returned with a fresh drink in hand.
Isiah raised an eyebrow before glancing to the hand William now extended in front of Clara. Isiah's arm wormed its way around Clara's waist as he sensed the hesitation.
"My Clara is all set, mate," Isiah offered as he tugged Clara closer against his side. "The only dance partner she'll be needing for the rest of the evening is me."
The heat of embarrassment flushed Clara's cheeks but she didn't contradict him. Isiah had assumed that she was done with the London boy, and as usual, and especially when it came to Clara, he wasn't wrong.
William scoffed. "Is that so?"
"That a problem?" Isiah asked.
"I'd like to hear it out of her mouth."
Clara watched William trying to keep that calm façade, talking to Isiah about her as if she didn't even exist.
Isiah snorted and turned to Clara. "Well, go on then, love. Tell the poor boy what you want."
"I'm with him," Clara confirmed, nodding towards Isiah.
"With him?" William tried to clarify.
"You heard her, mate," Isiah confirmed, his voice calm though Clara could feel the tension running through his body as he pressed up against her. "She's my girl. Just loves to dance even more than me, so she always takes a poor sod out for a few twirls to show the crowd how it's done."
Clara tried to elbow Isiah for that—he now was just playing with William, just spoiling for a fight— but Isiah was holding her too close and Clara couldn't get enough leverage.
William downed his drink, slamming it down on the table before turning to walk away. "Nothing more than a low-class prick-teaser," he mumbled as he began to walk away and Clara clapped her hand down on Isiah's leg, the strategic placement on his thigh just distracting enough that he didn't immediately jump out of his chair in response to William's comment.
It took a few seconds for Isiah to recover, but when he did, he placed a hand over Clara's, removing her hand from his leg and holding it tightly as he stood up.
"What was that—?"
Clara stood with Isiah, her lips crashing on his before he could step away, before he could get out the rest of his question, before he could start anything with William. Clara and Isiah stayed wrapped up in each other even as William turned back to them, a scowl on his face as Clara deepening the kiss.
"Let's get you back on the dancefloor, eh, love?" Isiah said as he pulled away, his hand on Clara's cheek as he rested his forehead against hers. She nodded, and they left William behind to find a spot on the dancefloor.
"So, what was that about?" Isiah asked as the two swayed to the music.
Clara shrugged. "If he thinks we're together, he'll leave me be for the night."
"And the kiss?"
She shrugged again. "I didn't want you starting something over some silly words. No sense in ruining a perfectly good evening."
"I see," he said, "So you really are just a—"
Clara shoved at Isiah's shoulder, an unsatisfying endeavor considering he was holding her so close, leading their dance across the floor. "Don't you dare say it, Isiah Jesus."
Isiah snorted. "You're the one kissing me as a rouse, Miss Shelby."
Clara shook her head. "And you were more than happy to go along with it."
"Yeah, well, I've never been one to say to a pretty girl kissing me."
Clara rolled her eyes. "You're disgusting."
Isiah shrugged. "I might be disgusting, but you're still the one who kissed me, love."
Day 6 Prompt (600 words) for 10 days to 1K: Magical Mishap
Characters: Rhysand & Serenyth (OC)
Serenyth had no interest in returning to Velaris, but with Rhys's hand on her arm she knew there wasn't much of a choice. She couldn't winnow herself—that particular form of magic seemed to elude her though her mother had been proficient with it. She supposed flying was an option, but her muscles were already sore and Rhys showed no sign of releasing her.
She was half-surprised that the almighty High Lord hadn't sent Cassian or Azriel to fetch her though as of late, Rhys had taken to managing her mostly himself.
Mor had smirked while insisting that Rhys was only doing so because he felt guilty that they had all suffered the burden of Sera's poor attitude and manners for years while he was away.
Serenyth had reminded Mor that it had been them who had raised her and nurtured said attitude and manners. Mor had only chuckled.
In the moment before they left, Serenyth's stomach tightened and she pressed against Rhys. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the slightly uncomfortable business of being winnowed as the ground fell out from under her. As time and space condensed around them, her mind wandered to a place she would have much rather gone than back home—a place she hadn't been to in ages, not since before her mother passed away.
Even mere thought of the place brought Sera a sense of calm, a certain relief washing over her as she imagined the flower-filled meadow and the shimmering pond, a ring of mountains protecting them from the rest of the world.
They landed suddenly on solid ground, and Serenyth took a breath before opening her eyes, a small gasp falling from her lips as she looked around, eyes blinking in the bright sun.
"How did we end up here?" she asked. "I thought we were going home."
"We were," Rhys answered, his gaze lingering on the glimmering surface of the pond. "Until this place forced its way into my mind." His gaze shifted to Serenyth, an eyebrow raised. "I suspect it was you who planted it there."
Serenyth swallowed. She'd never been able to penetrate a mind, let alone Rhys's. He walked in and out of hers like it was nothing and he'd trained her how to protect herself, how to keep others out of her mind, but he'd never trained her to occupy someone else's mind like that.
"I'm sorry." Serenyth hadn't even been trying to do it. She just truly hadn't wanted to go home and she'd been focused on mellowing out her frustration so she didn't say or do something she'd later regret. "I didn't mean to interfere. I just—"
"It was a mere magical mishap, Sera," Rhys interrupted. "You should not apologize for becoming stronger, understood?"
Serenyth nodded, though she couldn't help but feel she'd done something wrong by invading his mind like that.
"Your mother used to bring you here?"
"It was our special place. How do you know it?"
Rhys chuckled. "It was I who first showed her. She always loved it here."
"She did," Serenyth confirmed. "Can we stay?"
Rhys sighed, considering their responsibilities back home though he'd already moved to the water's edge, eyes closed with his face tilted toward the sun as he laid back in the grass. "For a short while," he conceded, "as long as you practice."
"Practice accessing your mind?" Serenyth asked, lowering herself beside him. "It won't be nearly as easy if you're expecting it."
"Hence the necessity to practice," Rhys answered, the picture of calm focus as he bathed in the warm afternoon sunshine.
Omg, wait. I don’t know if anyone ever asked you this, but how would Clara react to Finns death. Like, this is her twin brother
Finn was exiled but not killed as far as I know?? I haven’t worked everything from S6 out from Clara’s perspective but I can’t imagine her abiding by the exile bc as you’ve said that’s her twin brother.
Thinking about doing some 10daysto1k on my own after this official one is through.
Would basically be 10 days in a row for 1 OC/ fandom. I'd probably ask you all for some of the prompts, but which OC/ fandom the stories would be for would be a surprise.
"You still wear this?" Xaden said, his fingers nearly gentle as they stretched the delicate chain at Malia's throat, the precious metal biting slightly into the side of her neck.
Malia swallowed. The simple chain was dainty and easily breakable, the type of thing that had no business surviving the Rider's Quadrant, but Malia had worn her mother's necklace since her brother had first settled it around her neck and she had no intention of removing it now.
To confirm aloud that she still wore it every day, honoring the mother so long gone, made her feel weak, like a soft, little girl, so she didn't say anything, focused on swallowing down the painful lump building in her throat.
"It's a liability," Xaden said when Malia stayed quiet.
"It's not," she answered, though she didn't shove her brother away for fear of his hold snapping the chain. "It's perfectly safe. And it's all she left for me," she added quietly after a moment, finally summoning the courage to speak her truth.
Xaden nodded his understanding. Though it was Malia's truth, it wasn't the truth.
Their mother hadn't left anything for either of her children when she left. He'd never told his sister, and after all these years, the idea of speaking the truth aloud made him feel small and pathetic, so he swallowed it.
Malia had been inconsolable when their mother left and Xaden had only wished to ease his sister's pain.
Maybe it had been wrong of him to lie to her. Maybe he shouldn't have claimed the simple chain left behind by their mother had been intended for Malia, but it had comforted her back then. And focusing on Malia's comfort had made Xaden's pain feel smaller.
"Sentiment is liability, Malia," Xaden scoffed as he dropped the chain.
