#leatin fic

[televangelists]

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new 68k leatin fic just dropped. it’s the bear au. happy pride month

[plutosrobin]

writing leatin fanfic is me thinking i am crafting an interesting plot when really i’m just saying “they were idiots and then they kissed” in 100 different fonts

[halcyon-hyacinth]

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ONE OF MY FAVORITE AO3 WRITERS WROTE A LEATIN FIC, WE MOVE

[sherriffgrahams]

literally never do this but im actually kinda proud of this for once so here’s a wee leatin fic i’ve been workin on for the last couple of months if u like spiderman u might like this one ig

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[deadpoetsam]

My Leatin Fic Masterpost

the sun and the moon (2358 words)

1/1 - Fatin and Leah talk, six days after the shark attack.

you've got my time, you are my plans (let's keep each other safe from the world) (1976 words)

1/1 - Soft Christmas leatin that may or may not involve a proposal.

jealousy (turning saints into the sea) (2009 words)

1/1 - Fatin is oversharing about her sex life as per usual, but this time it's about a girl and Leah gets jealous.

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) (1743 words)

1/1 - Fatin is blind to all the flirting and Leah is bold as hell.

it's so dark tonight (but you'll survive certainly) (3474 words)

1/1 - Leah and Fatin take a trip to the lychee tree, get lost, and are forced to spend the night away from camp together. They get to know each other better in the process (and maybe they talk about feelings).

won't you take your time on me ('cause we've got nowhere else to be) (5492 words)

1/1 - Leah was writing in a notebook the whole time like Nora, just observations and notes, but over time she starts writing more about Fatin. One day, Fatin reads it and feelings ensue.

are you lonely? (passion is crashing as we speak) (8756 words)

3/3 - What if Fatin and Leah had kissed at a party before the island? And all the chaos that follows...

somehow we'll be okay (don't be afraid) (1389 words)

1/1 - Leah got hurt in the bunker. When they are actually rescued, Fatin finds out.

so just stay right here (safe and sound) (6474 words)

1/1 - Leah and Fatin started dating on the island, and now it's almost the end of senior year. Leah has to give a speech for English Lit and doesn't give any details to Fatin, who is really curious...

these cold feet are willing to try (if they're dancing with you) (2118 words)

1/1 - Fatin teaches Leah how to dance and feelings are hard to hide when you're pressed together (based on the song Cold Feet by The Ridleys)

are we out of the woods yet? (are we in the clear yet?) (6186 words)

2/2 - After the island, Fatin and Leah lose touch, and after a while, Fatin starts to purposefully avoid her. Maybe with Dot's help, she'll figure out why she's so scared to get close to Leah again.

you never used to black out (when we went to parties) (2807 words)

1/1 - Fatin starts dragging Leah to her weekly parties once they are back in the bay but as soon as Fatin sleeps with someone at one of them Leah refuses to go to the next. So, Fatin goes alone, and maybe she gets wasted.

i see you in the dark (at the dawn of something new) (3437 words)

1/1 - Ever since Fatin met Leah, she can't help but stare at her, like the girl is a magnet pulling her eyes back every time. However, Leah isn't blind, and she eventually calls Fatin out on it.

is it chill that you're in my head ('cause i know that it's delicate) (4197 words)

1/1 - While celebrating their forty days of survival, multiple secrets are revealed, and as it turns out, alcohol makes Leah more confident than usual.

[iamkidfish]

would you write a leatin celebrity au or post island influencer!fatin in which she freaks out when she sees some out of context pics of herself and a boy that started trending on twitter one day? fatin reassuring leah (she's aware of her intrusive thoughts) that she's happy in their relationship and leah not even being aware of the pics but finding fatin's profound confessions cute all the same.

!!!1!!1! anon, i love you

im OBSESSED with all leatin celebrity aus (my next big fic is actually going to be one :D)

on ao3 in the morning :)

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“Oh my God.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh my God.”

“Fatin?”

“I can’t believe—Leah, come look at this.”

“What am I looking at exactly?”

“Look at the caption. They totally made it look like we were, like, canoodling or something.”

“Well, you are hugging.”

“He was congratulating me on that new role I got, but look, ‘Tom’s New Bae: Fatin Jadmani Outed in Secret Romance.’”

“And?”

“And? I’m not having a romance with Tom Holland, secret or otherwise!!”

“Well, of course you aren’t. I wonder why they took that picture, I didn’t think paparazzi would pay attention to you yet.”

“Leah, that’s Tom Holland.”

“Should I know who that is? Is he like an old friend or something? Did he go to our school?”

“Tom. Holland. He’s like, one of the most famous British actors ever. He is Spiderman.”

“Hm, he’s British. Interesting.”

“He knows Zendaya, Leah.”

“And dating you, apparently.”

“No, stop it. Oh my God, what if Zendaya’s mad at me?”

[jimalim]

your arms feel like freedom

Posted on AO3 but also under the cut:

"You know if you're getting sick of me you can just say so." Leah continues when Fatin doesn't answer.

Fatin takes Leah's hand in her own, "what no, I'm just, I don't know." She shakes her head before looking back at the ocean. Gently stroking a thumb across Leah's hand. It’s meant to be reassuring, but her lack of snark worries Leah even more.

It's the first time Leah sees Fatin at a loss for words. Usually one for witty banter, Fatin always has some silly and often inappropriate remark to make. No teasing this time. Just a soft denial and a somber tone.

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Leah finds Fatin sitting alone away from camp, she joins her and some confessions are made.

"Needed a break?"

The voice breaks her out of her hazy stupor and pulls her eyes away from the point on the horizon they'd been fixated on for the past 20 minutes. She sees Leah standing above her, nervously fiddling with her fingers, and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. All she can muster is a light hum in response, “hmm?”

Leah continues fidgeting, not making any motion to sit down. The chaotic energy radiating off her worries Fatin who takes her hand and pulls her toward her. Once planted in the sand, Leah clarifies, "I think this is the longest we've been apart for like a week." She says it while playing with the fabric of her pant leg. Not daring to make eye contact. Her voice is teasing, but the way she trails off reveals a bit of vulnerability that is confirmed by her uncharacteristically distant body language.

Ever since Leah's trek into the ocean a few days prior, Fatin has constantly been around. Hovering. At first Leah was a little annoyed, feeling like a child that needed to be babysat. But as the days went on, she found herself enjoying the company. The other girls agreed to let Fatin take the lead on this, though mostly because Fatin refused to let Leah leave her sight. Leah's attempt really fucked her up, and she couldn't handle the thought of if she was successful. Let alone if she would try it again.

Fatin found herself walking away from the camp after dinner. Not too far out she couldn't run right back if anything happened. But far enough she could be surrounded by silence for a moment. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to take a walk. She just got up and next thing she knew, her feet were carrying her away. It had certainly been a stressful week, constantly worried about Leah doing something stupid. She leaned back against a large rock, and looked out across the ocean. Her mind went blank. Not really thinking about anything specific, just zoning out as if in a trance. She wasn't even aware of the passing of time until Leah spoke up.

"You know if you're getting sick of me you can just say so." Leah continues when Fatin doesn't answer.

Fatin takes Leah's hand in her own, "what no, I'm just, I don't know." She shakes her head before looking back at the ocean. Gently stroking a thumb across Leah's hand. It’s meant to be reassuring, but her lack of snark worries Leah even more.

It's the first time Leah sees Fatin at a loss for words. Usually one for witty banter, Fatin always has some silly and often inappropriate remark to make. No teasing this time. Just a soft denial and a somber tone.

"I hope you know you can talk to me, about anything. This relationship isn't as one-sided as everyone may think. I'm here for you too." It's quiet and sincere. And it makes Fatin smile. A light blush appears on Leah's cheeks, and she once again avoids eye contact.

"I know." Fatin confirms, "I don't think I really have any words for all the feelings, but I promise you'll be the first one to hear them when I do."

They sit in a comfortable silence as the sun sets. Their hands still connected, neither one wanting to break contact. The temperature drops the darker it gets and the winds that come off the water become colder.

Leah's the one to speak up first, "it's getting cold, we should go back to the fire." She attempts to get up, but Fatin stops her with their joined hands.

"Please stay."

She's not sure what's going on in Fatin's head, but her disposition seems fairly positive. The smile on her face genuine and bright. Wordlessly, she sits back down. The quiet remains uninterrupted for a few more minutes before Leah's shivering makes her teeth rattle.

"Come here." Fatin motions for Leah to come sit between her legs. She wraps her arms around Leah's waist and pulls her closer, flush against her chest as she leans back against the rock. A human blanket, hugging tightly.

Leah laughs and makes a joke, "I never would have pegged you as a big spoon." It's not just their current position. Every night since Fatin began her 24/7 Leah watch, they fall asleep cuddled together, Fatin holding Leah like she's afraid if she lets go she'll loose her. Leah doesn’t mind it at all. The warmth is greatly appreciated, but then the butterflies in her stomach prove there are other advantages. She always though it was funny Fatin wanted to be the big spoon with their height difference and all. It’s probably a funny sight for the rest of the girls, even if they’ve never actually commented on it.

Fatin laughs lightly, "I'm gonna say something really stupid. Promise me you won't laugh?" She can feel Leah nod against her chest. "There's something about this position that grounds me. It’s like-“ she hesitates, knowing what she’s about to say next sounds silly, “like when I'm playing cello. Being physically behind it, controlling it? Like I have the power in the situation. I don't really know how to articulate it; it just makes me feel safe?"

Leah cocks her head to the side so she can look at Fatin, "are you saying I'm a stand in for your cello which you've openly admitted to hating? I'm not sure how to feel about that comparison." She tries to keep it light, thinking the joke will make Fatin smile, but it does just the opposite. She wants to backtrack but Fatin speaks up first.

"I don't hate the cello, I hate the pressure surrounding it. My parents have me working round the clock, it's suffocating. Sucking all the enjoyment out of it."

Leah can't help but think of the comparison again. Cello was something Fatin had to work at constantly, to the point she began to resent it. Dealing with Leah's fragile state was another thing consuming all her time. Does she resent her? This parallel seems to cross Fatin's mind as well because she continues, "and for the record,” she leans down close to whisper in Leah’s ear, “I don't hate you either. Far from it actually."

This admission calms Leah's mind for the moment. It's hard to tell how serious her words are without seeing Fatin's face. But then she feels Fatin rest her chin on her shoulder and squeeze her a little tighter. And she knows for certain. Leah wraps her arm around Fatin's to return the gesture.

They sit comfortably, wrapped in each other, the wind not bothering them a bit. Leah secretly enjoys Fatin hanging around and being this close. She never liked people invading her personal space, but with Fatin, she found herself really feeling her absence and hating it. She ached for her touch. Every small contact from proximity, the hand holding, the cuddling, and especially the occasional kisses placed innocently around the crown of her head when Fatin thought Leah was asleep.

"I saw you play once; you know."

Fatin lifts her head from its resting position on Leah's shoulder, she arches around to look Leah in the eye. "You came to one of my recitals?" Fatin is surprised by this, the shows were open to the public but were always more for the parents than anything. Hardly any students ever showed up to them unless they are somehow directly involved with one of the orchestra members. Family members, partners, close friends. Fatin and Leah barely interacted in school, so if she was there, it certainly wasn't for her specifically.

"No," Leah clarifies. "I was at school late one day for an English project. Practically no one was around, no students or teachers. I was about to leave when I heard music coming from down the hall. When I went to investigate, I found you in the practice room. I vaguely remembered Ian mentioning you were a cello virtuoso but seeing it..." Leah turns back around to face the water, unable to say the words with Fatin staring at her. Feeling slightly embarrassed. "It felt magical? Like I was so awestruck that I didn't even realize I stood there, fully visible in the window just staring, watching you play. Time felt still."

Fatin leans back against the rock again, Leah falling back with her. "I never saw you."

"That's the thing that was so incredible about it. You had your eyes closed the whole time, playing what I imagine was a really complicated piece, from memory. The way you moved with the notes..." She leaves it hanging, already a bit nervous about her oversharing. It felt too intense, too intimate.

She merely hears Fatin hum in response. She can feel her contemplating. Muscle’s tense, slack, then re-tense. A soft kiss is placed on her cheek and she feels Fatin relax after. Leah wonders if she should rock the boat any further, a few more confessions on her mind. She wades out cautiously, "for the record, I'll gladly stand in for your cello whenever you need to feel grounded."

"Leah, you make me feel grounded. Safe." It's soft and quiet, almost a whisper in her ear. The emphasis on 'you' almost makes Leah cry. The tenderness has her emotional, and the butterflies she'd been feeling since Fatin first wrapped her arms around her intensify.

"As much as I'd love to keep sitting here, we probably should get back to camp before everyone goes to sleep." Fatin releases her grip on Leah and stretches her arms upward waiting for the girl in front of her to move so she can get up.

Leah turns around quickly, kneeling in front of Fatin. "Wait just one more thing?"

Wanting to seize the opportunity while she feels confident enough to not chicken out, Leah slowly moves forward, almost waiting for Fatin to push her away. When that motion never comes, she stops for a moment a mere inch between their faces silently asking for consent.

Fatin lets out a sharp breath, eyes flicking between Leah's and her lips. She nods in the affirmative to encourage Leah to continue, and second later she feels their lips connect.

It's a slow, yet passionate kiss. The movements timid, yet carefully made. Exploring each other. Fatin's hands find their way to Leah's head, tangling in her hair, nails tickling her scalp. Leah steadies herself by placing her hands on Fatin's thighs. This action causes Fatin to moan, and Leah laughs in between kisses. Each one getting more needy than the one before.

When Leah leans forward to get closer, her hands trail up higher on Fatin's thighs and the girl can't handle it. Fatin moans louder this time, and Leah instantly pulls away and places her hand over Fatin’s mouth. Feverishly shushing her. Afraid the others at camp might hear.

Fatin licks Leah's palm which gets her to recoil quickly. Her weight unevenly distributed in her crouching position causes her to fall back on her butt. Fatin bends over with a fit of laughter. "That's so gross, you know how dirty we all are?" Leah laughs along.

"Come on, you just had your tongue down my throat and neither of us have brushed our teeth in weeks." Fatin brushes it off. They were dirty, but it is kind of the new normal and she's finally adjusted to it.

They sit across from each other, quietly surveying the other but not talking. Leah stands up moments later, "we should get back to camp." She extends her hands to help Fatin get up, but Fatin doesn't let her go just yet.

"Wait, one more thing." She echos Leah from earlier, and pulls her in, kissing her one more time before threading their fingers together and starting back to camp.

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Leah and Fatin first kiss at the island

it's been a week since Leah tried to drown herself. A week since Leah had to push down her throat a pill. ( she still doesn't know what it is that she gave her, she hasn't asked. She trusts Dot.) a week since Martha killed a goat and avoided all of them to die from starvation. Two weeks since they saw the plane. No rescue in sight yet.

Fatin is starting to lose faith. All of them are to be honest.

Leah is..contained. she hasn't done anything like what happened last week again, but she's defenitly not better. Fatin catches her from time to time, picking at her eyebrows, scratching at her arms, the girls hadn't notice. But she has. She notices everything that Leah does.

she doesn't want a repeat of what happened which is why she's been keeping a closer eye to her, she paired up with leah in every opportunity they get, wherever it's hunting o for looking for water. She changed her place of sleep, right next to Dot, to be closer to Leah.

The girls have noticed. There is a silent agreement over them, that if something were to happen Fatin will be the only one to be able to control Leah. So they noticed, and they know, and they agree.

If Leah has noticed, she hasn't said anything.

it's her turn to watch the fire today. So here she is, staring at the flames, while still keeping an eye on the sleeping figure next to her. a grunt from next to her startles her.

"you okay?" she whispers to leah. Who's very much not asleep. She watches as Leah gives up her performance of the sleeping beauty and turns toward her.

"yeah, just restless. Can't sleep. " she watches the blue eyed girl, rise to a sitting position. Leah doesn't ever bother to wipe the sand away from her back or hands, it's not use. Fatin has found sand in places where san should DEFINETLY not be. she suppresses a shudder at the thought. They fall into a comfortable silence, both of them watching the flames. Leah is the first one to break the silence

"You know i thought you were a bitch before"

well that's not something Fatin was exprecting. She raises an eyebrow at leah, " i had a little suspicious when you called me a cunt" she watches as leah laughs softly, as to not wake up the rest.

"That's not what i mean. I meant before, in school" Leah's gaze had gone back to the flames, her face softly lit by the fire. Beautiful

"Why? We never really talked." Which is true, sure Fatin vaguely remembers crossing Leah in the halls, and sharing a few classes together, and if she thinks hard eneough, she may be able to picture Leah in the middle of the road with a guy, in one of the last parties Fatin attended to. But they never crossed a word.

"Dunno. "

"Wow, for a literature mayor you are really bad with words."

"shut up. You just gave me the bitchy vibe okay?"

"Did you learn that word in writing class? Bitchy, so poetical, so complex, i'm impressed Rilke." Leah's only response is a shove at her shoulder and whispered shut up, from behind them, Fatin hears Doto shuffle on her sleep. Both of them tense. scared to wake the others. Just cause Leah is restless and Fatin is on fire watch, doesn't mean the rest shouldn't her actionst get the rest they deserve.

They fall again into a comfortable silence. This time, Fatin is the one to break it.

" I thought you were beautiful." Fatin did not mean to say that. Judging by Leah's head turning towards her ( so fast, Fatin worries for a moment she gave herself whiplash) neither did Leah. She could play it off, throw a filtry wink Leah's way and laugh it off. But Fatin doesn't know what it is, if it's the silence that sorrundes them or the fact that Fatin has been shoving down this worlds down for a week ( it's been longer than that, but fatin is not ready to accept that. yet). she doesn't do any of that, she just lets her words wash over leah.

"i-uhm-Thanks." Fatin wonders if she were brave enough to look at Leah right now, would she see a blush on her face?. But she's not brave enough, so her gaze stay firmly looking into the fire. " It means a lot, coming from you." That does bring Fatin's gaze to Leah.

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Well, common Fatin, you are you. You are so- " she watches with an amused smile on her face as Leah struggles to express her thoughts, wildly moving her hands up and down" you know, you."

"Again Rilke, really noticing the literature majoring right there." She winks teasingly at her, and has to resist a snort at Leah's incressing blushing face. " But thanks...i guess."

"yeah" says leah lamely.

" I mean it, tho. You are beautiful." She can see Leah ready to argue with her, only Fatin's hand on her knee stoping her. " Don't fight me on it, Rilke, just take the fucking complement."

" ok." Fatin, watches as Leah stares at her hand for five, ver long, seconds ( fatin counted) she starts to wonder if Leah is trying to tell her telephaty sly to stop touching her when she snaps her head up. ( if fatin feels her stop flip because of the intensity in Leah's eyes, well that's her secret.) " i-...hum.." Leah's gaze fall in to her...lips? "I'm gonna try something right now and i can't promise it's gonna go okay. "

Fatin knows Leah it's about to kiss her, before her lips find her. And okay wow. Fatin has kissed girls before, at parties. But she has definitely not kissed Leah Rilke before and it's, wow.

Fatin should probably worry. Worry about the way her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest, the way her whole body feels hot just by leah's fingertips touching her cheek. But she doesn't think about it doesn't worry about it. Instead she worries about chasing leah's lip when she starts to pull away. She's not ready for this to end.

They should talk about this about what it means. But that's for later. All she wants now is to kiss her.