It’s Friday and I’m thinking of some of my favorite holiday fics!
Excess Baggage by @thesunpersists - not a holiday fic, but the first time I read this, I was at an indoor trampoline place: I vividly remember sitting in the doorway of the dodgeball section gobbling it down. Now every time I go there I think about it!
Favorite Holiday by Diana_flynn - follows Katniss and Peeta reconnecting and getting together over Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. I love this one and the whole universe within it!
The Shindig 2017 by @thelettersfromnoone - some sweet Odesta! Love love love!
Kick at the darkness until it bleeds daylight by @petruchio - a lovely little bright moment in a dark timeline set during New Years!
Wrapped in Red by @katnissdoesnotfollowback - a classic! It’s an advent fic but I’ve never been able to time it right - once I start reading, I can’t stop reading!
If you see and want to share - reblog with your additions!
Make a post recommending a fic you love from at least a year ago. Dust off the archives, dig through your AO3 history and share those old fics with newer fans who might not have seen them - and the fans who’ve been around forever and might want to revisit an old fave.
You know, a fic that I think was largely slept on is @tysonrunningfox's Crown Loyal, so let's all go back and show it some love.
After All We Lost by CelticBlair is also a beautiful work of art. The description of making prosthetics in the mid twentieth century is quite engrossing and it's full of sweet Hiccstrid shyly falling for each other. Go read it!
Coppélia and Bird set free by @msdownwithlove are also lesser known fics that I am aboslutely feral about.
Also, do you all remember Only At DragonTech and Thor Help Her on FFnet?
Aaaah I was just scrolling down my bookmarks page to try to find the links and was reminded of The World Will Remember Us, a Hiccstrid Bonnie and Clyde au. So, so good. It's an orphaned work so can sometimes be harder to find, so let's remember it again.
Those are some of my favorite 'scratch the itch' Hiccstrid fics. I hope they reach all the right places for you, too!
@bardic-tales For this Ficback Friday, I want to recommend this fic.
it was created by a friend of mine @lillybaaaka and I'm absolutely in love with the crossover, it's technically part three of a set but the other two are way shorter lol and the third is my favorite.. definitely a comfort fic for me (along with a few original story's and fanfics from other friends)
An Unexpected Development by LillyBaaaka
Fandoms:Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
Mature
Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
F/M
Complete Work
26 Jan 2022
Tags
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Harry Potter/Spock (Star Trek)
Harry Potter
Spock (Star Trek)
Leonard "Bones" McCoy
James T. Kirk
Christopher Pike
Female Harry Potter
Master of Death Harry Potter
Humor
until it gets serious
Slow Build
and apparently slow burn?
if you can call it that
Starfleet Academy Era
At the start
Ambiguous/Open Ending
in that there should be a sequel
but yeah about that
Dimension Travel
Summary
Harriet Potter had given up hope on maintaining a so-called 'normal' life. So when the expected unexpected happens, why's she so annoyed? A story told in pieces.
Series
Part 3 of An Unexpected Development
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
@nug-juggler tagged me to do a Fic Back Friday. Thank you!! I was in bed for most of Friday with a migraine, so I’m doing it today instead.
Tagging @shadoedseptmbr @theoriginalladya and anyone else who would like to spotlight an older fic!
I’m going with one of my favorites, which I’ve made references and callbacks to in many stories, including Fugue.
It’s a Joker & Dr. Chakwas friendship fic. I was really, really drawn to a comment Dr. Chakwas makes in ME2 about Joker needing her help. What got me is how she calls him Jeff, then corrects herself and calls him Joker. That suggested something meaningful to me, and I wanted to poke at it. The result is 1600, in which I walked through Joker and Dr. Chakwas’ interactions during ME1 and into the beginning of ME2. This is basically canon across all of my fics in any universe. :)
1600
The first time Joker winds up in Dr. Chakwas’ sickbay, it’s because of a broken toe. He’s put off seeing her for as long as he can, but the Normandy’s goddamned stairs finally get the better of him. Addison Chase finds him halfway between decks with one white-knuckled hand on the railing and a runaway crutch standing on end near the bottom of the steps. A red-hot blush creeps up his neck as she helps him the rest of the way down, escorting him to the medbay without a word.
To Joker, doctors are a dime a dozen. Within minutes he usually knows everything he needs to about them. He’s either a science project or an inconvenient problem, with little middle ground between the two. He’s not sure yet what side of the scale she’s going to fall on, but he also doesn’t care.
Dr. Chakwas looks too perfect, too sterile, her accent too British. She holds her slender arms across her chest, chalk-white hair tucked neatly behind her ear. She’s more of an asari matriarch than most asari matriarchs. Joker doubts she’s ever heard of dirt, and certainly wouldn’t know what to do with it if she found some.
The subtle age lines of her otherwise smooth complexion deepen with mild reproach. “Why in the devil did you wait this long to see me?”
“I was waiting for the inevitable harassment,” he replies.
“I don’t enjoy harassing uncooperative patients.” She uncrosses her arms and digs through a supply cabinet for an imaging scanner. “You can’t help people who won’t help themselves, so I’ll save my efforts for those who don’t actively try and sabotage their health.”
Joker raises an eyebrow, trying to ignore the throbbing in his toe. At the very least, this is not how his first conversations with a new doctor usually go. “And how do you know I’m uncooperative?”
Gently she cups his heel with her hand and raises his foot, sliding off his boot and running the scanner across his toes. “I have read your file, Mr. Moreau. You’ve left a litany of disgruntled physicians in your wake. In fact, Captain Anderson personally warned me you’d be a chore.”
“And I thought I’d won him over with my wit and charm.”
Take an older fic (or art for our artist friends) from about a year ago or older even and talk about it, show it off and hype it up.
lets see, a year ago I was working on Little Explosions of Hope, a fic that turned into something incredibly long (for me). Most often I have a vague idea, or a specific scene in mind and then I start writing at a completely different point to reach that idea, and this one was no different. The scene that spawned the entire fic didn’t happen until chapter 40.
It starts in Kirkwall, Wren, a woman who worked many years at the Blooming Rose has her own place where she makes tonics and medicines for the people of Darktown. Upon meeting Cullen, she hates him from the start because she hates all Templars, but slowly as time goes on they grow closer and despite everything going on (Templars generally up to no good/the Qunari/Meredith) in Kirkwall they fall in love. And then it gets really angsty, and they end up in Skyhold and the Inquisitor and the Companions(mainly the inquisitor, blackwall and rylen) come into play.
I spent a little over a year working on this fic, and I am quite proud of what I accomplished.
Little Explosions of Hope
Rating : Explicit (for violence and smut)
Words: 168,721 (74 chapters)
a small snippet
Wren ducked her head, withdrawing she walked around to sit back down in her usual spot at the table. Cullen sat as well and for a few moments, they sat in silence, sipping their wine. “You don’t have to keep buying me things. That isn’t why… that isn’t why I keep letting you come around. You’re my friend, too. As much as it pains me to admit that I might actually like a Templar,” she smiled a little, reached her hand across the table to run her fingertip along the knuckles of Cullen’s hand that was curled around his mug. “When Rory-” she pursed her lips together. They hadn’t talked about him. “It broke my heart to think you were like them. That you would be so cruel. I-”
She sunk her teeth into her lower lip and Cullen wasn’t sure what to say, so he turned his hand, curled his fingers around hers. She held his gaze for a long time and then she pulled her hand back, stood and came around the table. Cullen watched her, his brow knit together. “Scoot back,” Wren said, pushing at his shoulder and Cullen obeyed. Then she was standing there between his legs.
Delicate fingertips touched his stubbled jaw, and he stared up into her eyes. The deep turquoise darker than usual. He found it hard to breathe with her so close. The heat of her body warm through their thin clothing. Surely, she didn’t mean to- Wren leaned closer, their breath mingled, but she never broke their gaze. “I’m glad you’re here,” she murmured.
“Wren-” his voice was barely a breath of sound. He wanted to reach for her, drag her closer and push her away.
“Happy birthday, Cullen,” she spoke the words quietly, her lips almost on his. Cullen held his breath, one of her hands slid into his hair, cupping the back of his head and then soft as a down feather, her lips brushed against the corner of his mouth. Then the other side. Then her eyes slid shut and the world fell away as Wren pressed her mouth to his.
He didn’t know what to do, where to put his hands that were now clenched into fists on his thighs. Her lips were so gentle and full against his. Her hands small and fragile. Wren pulled back, just a fraction, their lips still touching as her eyes fluttered open. “Aren’t you going to kiss me back, Knight-Captain?”
“I-I don’t know-I’ve never- Wren,” her name came out a desperate sound and she smiled so tenderly that Cullen’s heart ached.
“I suspected,” she murmured, tilted her head and rubbed the tip of her nose against his. “Kiss me,” she breathed, her lips against his again and he obeyed. It was slow and sweet and heat built inside of Cullen’s chest. He heard her moan quietly, realized he’d gripped her hips, one hand twisting into a fist around the cotton of her chemise.
From the outside looking in, from the inside looking out. Five situations from the perspective of strangers, five situations from the perspective of Betty and Jughead.
(Don’t let the OC’s throw you off, this is all about Betty and Jughead)
Another day of the @creators-anonymous server challenge!
*deep sigh* I’m mostly doing this because I want the points, second to that is to torture myself, because why not?😂
Idek if I’m really recommending these either, but here is some old stuff that I wrote over a year ago (originally published that is. Some spelling errors were corrected a little too late-)
If you stay by my side an old modern Zelthur AU that I of course never finished, because when have I ever finished writing a story of mine? It’s unclear when it even takes place, but who knows, I might reuse the idea later on😂 (that does sound fun- but I already have way too much stuff to write already lol)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
It's FicBack Friday where we rep our faves from the past. And there's no football on today. So here you go
Love this one it's fun and hot and ultimately sweet. @contrivedcoincidences6 wrote this during a xfiles smutfest and gained a fan for life. Check out her other stuff too!!!!
