#castles fics

[allthecastlesonclouds]

we could just kiss like real people do

Clarissa's DIY Wedding Fic for Aro Week! post canon; 5k, Aro/Ace Clarissa Suzanne Jenkins :)

“Well, love isn’t, like, a roiling feeling! It’s something you choose everyday. It’s your head and your heart; you choose who you fall for, you know?” “No, I don’t know,” Mark disagrees immediately. Amanda puts her slice of garlic bread down. “Babes,” she says, voice soft, “the falling is involuntary. That's why it’s called falling.” “Oh my fucking god.” Mark puts his fork down. “My wife doesn’t fucking love me.” (or: Clarissa Suzanne, and the separation of love and commitment)

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“Lady Margaery,” he says, “what do you do?” He needs, he thinks, to make a goddamn list.  “Magic, mostly,” she replies after a moment, leveling her gaze on him again. “And drugs. A lot of drugs. Why? What do you want, boy?”

i wrote an Old Lady Margaery & Titch fic!

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Death, Reversed

so i've planned out a drawtectives time loop fic!!

do YOU like time loops? do YOU like emotionally devastating rosé? do YOU like drawtectives that really can't exist without each other and don't quite know what to do when they lose their mom (and then again and then again and then–)? WELL do i have a fic for you!!

Death, Reversed is my drawtectives time loop fic; it's currently at 2/9 chapters and 5.6k words! rosé centric fic :) here's a snippet of chapter one for you!

The day Jancy dies, Rosé will be out buying milk. To be clear: buying milk is the fourth thing on her to-do list. She will be doing amazing for the day, checking things off in an effort to fill the time between waking up and heading to the office. To be clear: if she knew Jancy were dying, she wouldn’t be buying milk. But this is the first time Jancy will have died. It’s not like Rosé will have practice for it all. As it stands, Rosé is lying in bed, complaining in grumbles and groans and sighs as she slaps a hand out towards her phone, ringing on the bedside table. It’s not that early, but it’s too early for a phone call– she slaps York’s arm away from where it’s laying across her stomach, and kicks away Grenda’s legs half heartedly.

read it on ao3 here!

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but every kid wants to be famous

written for @plagueroundcountdown, for the day two prompt Favorite PC! Pre-Canon Kevin fic, about the one fateful concert; 1226 words

Kevin mostly enjoys concerts.  Mostly, really, is the operative word there. He’s first chair in his orchestra, which is well enough, and performing to an audience has always been fun. He enjoys performing. He enjoys the applause. He enjoys the feeling of the well oiled machine of the music, flowing over the musicians onstage like a tide and into the audience, a push and a pull, a conversation. Everyone hears the music. Everyone changes to it, adapts to it, converses with it as they understand it. It is wonderful and fabulous, and it’s something he knows well, and he loves almost every piece of the music and the concert and the community. He doesn’t really love that his parents haven’t shown up to his last three performances.  (Or: Kevin gets his curse.)

read it here on ao3!

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Variations on Macaroni

written for @plagueroundcountdown, for the day five prompt Food! Post-Canon fic of the Boys, about the mac'n'cheese night at St. Churnley's (and a lot of Autistic Monty); 1194 words

“This isn’t bad,” Edgar says around a bite of macaroni and cheese, glowing slightly with the effects of Prestidigitation. The elemental has left the dining hall, at this point, mercifully mostly still formed, and all of the boys have sat down with their trays. The rest of the first year class is talking animatedly, digging into their meals as well. Roland nods, eyes bright and mouth full, and Kevin grins as he continues shaking out a bottle of hot sauce atop the creamy mass of pasta. “They’ve actually got toppings this time, too.” “Yes, they do,” Roland agrees around a sip of water. (Mac and Cheese night at St. Churnley's, and each of the boy's enjoyment of it)

read it here on ao3!

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Yet - never - in Extremity,

Pre-Canon Fantasy High; a barely teen Ayda Aguefort gets kidnapped, gets out, and begins to heal; Autistic Ayda-centric, 6,666 words

“Sing all you want, little birdie,” he hisses, “you’re going to make me live a very long time yet.” The door shuts, and Ayda is in darkness once more.  (ayda aguefort gets kidnapped. she will figure out how to deal with this, slowly. it will not be a painless process. it will be a lonely one.)

read it here!

written for the most delightful @overgrown-kid for the @d20exchange 2025!!! i had so much writing this for ellie and oh gosh. ayda the beloved <333

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fast birds (and learning to land)

a botb fic! post canon, Alexa&Janusz (although very Alexa-centric), Alexa POV, 8k words

“Alexa,” Janusz says, the syllables of her name spinning in his mouth in much the same way as they did from Madame Romanoff’s, “where are we headed?” “I do not know, Janusz,” she replies, taking his hands, “and isn’t it exciting?” (and) They get an apartment, a tiny little space above some bar, and they live. (or, alexa and the ballet, over the next year of her life)

read it here!

written for @conscious-naivete for the @extremetimedchallengeexchange! their prompt delighted me so much i had to take a stab at it :))

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necklaces and ties

written for @plagueroundcountdown, for the day one prompt Downtime! Roland POV, Monty & Roland, 1160 words

So Roland’s flipping through the Better Book, humming a hymn to himself as quietly as he can, and Monty is adjusting his pencil where it sits on his desk and cradling his Glass in his hands, periodically looking around the room. They exist like this for a good while, enjoying the quiet. Roland’s never going to complain. The sunset and the dawn can be some of the quietest moments of the day, and that is when the Lord is closest. If he gets to spend a reverential moment with his friend, he won’t complain. Monty breaks the silence. Monty’s never been one for what’s expected. Roland respects that immensely about him. (Or: Roland, Monty, and understanding what self love may be)

read it here on ao3!