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One of your tags said season 6 Blair embarrasses you. What did you mean by that?
You’d have to give me the exact post, because I have zero memory of the tags on a post I probably made 3-4 years ago. But odds are I meant her behavior was cringe.
I don’t mean anything by it anymore because I don’t care or think about Gossip Girl.
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It’s probably pretty clear by now, but I will no longer be updating this blog. I’m not planning on deleting it or anything, though. All fic updates will be posted on my main blog, @firstaudrina. It’s been real!
shadowhunters. maia/jace. 4454 words. explicit. post-s2.
They look at each other for a moment, and then Jace nudges his black boot against her fire engine red one. “Hey. Do you ever think about that night?”
Maia plays dumb. “What night?”
Jace arches an eyebrow with cartoonish exaggeration, something highly suggestive in the curve of his smile. Maia huffs a laugh.
“No,” she says, then, “Sometimes. When I take out the trash.” She leans back in her chair and brings her glass to her lips, but she doesn’t take a sip. She just surveys him over the rim. “Do you?”
“Uh-huh,” Jace says slowly, eyes on hers, and there’s something suggestive in that too.
shadowhunters. maia-centric, maia/jace. 2789 words. for @girljustdied.
Maia hasn’t gotten back on the PATH train since the day she stepped off the platform with everything that mattered to her packed into two trash bags and a black Jansport backpack. She never missed anything she left behind. Or anyone.
Sometimes she remembers folded over scraps of loose-leaf paper with bubbled high school writing on it, passed notes that she used to shove into the baseboard in her bedroom for safekeeping. She remembers writing Maia with a heart over the i on her mirror in lipstick. She remembers clomping down the creaking stairs for midnight snacks and leaning out her window when she couldn’t sleep, looking at the moon. That girl is so far away that sometimes Maia thinks she never got up from the pavement, blood all over her neck.
shadowhunters. simon/jace. 2910 words.
Being a Daylighter made sunlight feel like a secret. It was the winning hand that changed the game, and Jace had been the one to deal the cards. That made it a secret they held between them, made it so Simon could not see sun pass through a windowpane without thinking of Jace’s blood in his veins.
this is a longer version of a comment fic I posted a couple of months ago.
the punisher. frank castle/karen page. 1k. PWP.
A notch in the edifice of a building hides them effectively enough that Karen can hear boots carrying past in the street without so much as a pause. Karen takes a shuddering, steadying breath. Her heart is racing, adrenaline and relief tangling up into something else, something that that has everything and nothing to do with how Frank is leaning so close that his mouth could touch her throat if she breathed any deeper.
They should move. They should get the hell out of here before those boots circle back around but they don’t do anything, don’t shift an inch. Not until Frank turns his head slightly, says in her ear, “Karen?”
Hi! I love your Jaia fics! I read your KarenxFrank fics after Daredevil season 2 and I love them too. Any chance of some new Kastle fic at some point? They have and awesome interaction in The Punisher. Pretty please? :)
Hey! Thank you, I’m glad you liked them! And yes, definitely. Things are kind of crazy for me at the moment so I can’t say WHEN but there will be more Frank/Karen fic. :)
jace/simon; "oh to see without my eyes,the first time that you kissed me. blessed be the mystery of love." (idk if you're still writing jimon but I love your fics for them so I had to give it a shot lol")
There was something to seeing Jace in sunlight.
Simon hadn’t appreciated it in the days before, back when he’d been too consumed with spitting hatred over what an unapologetic asshole Jace was all the time, but, well. There were a lot of things he looked at differently now.
Like: Jace ridiculous at midday in his head to toe black leather, stark sunshine only drawing attention to how much more natural his straps and gloves and bold runes were under the cover of darkness. But he was careless of how much he did or did not stand out, flashing a grin over his shoulder at someone else that Simon only just caught. White teeth. Hair gone gold from the sun. Gray of the buildings behind them and blue skies up above. Things Simon had taken for granted, before.
Being a Daylighter made sunlight feel like a secret. It was the winning hand that changed the game, and Jace had been the one to deal the cards. That made it a secret they held between them, made it so Simon could not see light pass through a windowpane without thinking of Jace’s blood in his veins.
Simon hadn’t realized how closely he was looking until one night in the Hunter’s Moon, everyone getting drinks to drown bad news. Jace leaned over Simon’s shoulder from behind, not close enough to touch but close enough to say, soft, in Simon’s ear, “Eyes in your head, Lewis.”
Jace’s body radiated heat that Simon felt down to his bones, and his skin buzzed like he’d gotten a sunburn.
Simon turned just a little, face only tilted towards Jace’s, and said, “No idea what you mean, man.”
Jace’s laugh was soft, too. He dipped his head in a nod, gave Simon a disbelieving uh-huh, and was gone.
hi, if you're still doing thirty minute ficlets, can i ask jaia and phases of the moon? :)
new moon
When they pass each other they pretend like they have never touched, but sometimes Maia can’t help but remember Jace’s hand gripping her thigh under her skirt. What his mouth felt like on the line of her neck.
Stupid things like that.
crescent moon
She finds him crouching in the alley behind Hunter’s Moon with his fingers digging into his temples like he’s going to tear his hair out. Fear spikes before understanding dawns, and she hates the weird uncertain pitch of her voice when she says, “Jace?”
The sound of his name spurs him into action and he straightens, sliding past her back into the bar before she can blink twice. “It’s nothing,” he says, and it’s not Maia’s business so she takes him at his word.
first-quarter moon
The worst thing about what Simon did is that he let her think everything was fine. When it all comes crashing down, Maia is unprepared; she has no evidence to point to, no signs that she recognized. She can only think but we were so happy with the lilt of a question mark to it.
He was protecting you, Maia reminds herself, but she had never asked to be protected. She just wanted trust, and that was gone.
gibbous moon
Maia slings drinks with too much force, spills and sloshes and even breaks a glass once. The boss puts her on cleanup duty until she can get her act together. Maia chooses to blame it on the waxing moon, the edginess of waiting for it to swell in the sky. Maia chooses to pretend her heart is not broken.
Pretending goes about as well as one would expect.
She doesn’t like to cry in front of people but Jace is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the awkwardness prickles between them as he lifts a hand like he wants to touch her shoulder but does not make contact. “Personally,” he says, “I don’t really get the Simon Lewis appeal.”
“Oh yeah?” It’s a question but she says it flatly, uninterested in anything Jace has to offer, as she swipes fingertips over her cheeks.
“Well.” Jace considers it. “I guess he’s got pretty sweet abs these days, doesn’t he?”
Maia’s laugh is just as stupid and surprising as Jace is.
full moon
Maia has been drinking too much since the breakup so Jace brings her a cup of coffee after her shift. “It’s seasonal,” he tells her. “The girl behind the counter talked me into it.”
When Maia smiles she hides it against the lid of the cup. She’s not giving him the satisfaction.
jace/maia; you took off your shoes, said anything further would be bad news, 'cause you'd already started to disappear.
By now, Jace knows when they’re coming. At first it had been harder to tell, especially since he’d been so trained to push past mild discomforts. But it’s happened enough that he began to recognize the signs: first the room gets too crisp and bright, like he’d activated his vision rune without meaning to. He did that sometimes now. But next was the wave of nausea, and that was when he knew for sure that he had to get the hell out of wherever he was. Soon after that he’d be on his knees, nerves shredded with pain that had no source, just a black hole opening somewhere inside him.
“What’s up with you?”
Maia speaks in that way she has that hard and disinterested but somehow expectant, like he better answer honestly or else. “You’re off lately.”
They’re combing the streets for the demons that had emerged from a newly-opened rift, Shadowhunters and Downworlders paired off in a half-assed team-building exercise. Jace didn’t expect to find any demons. It would be a miracle if no one ended the night tearing their “partner” to pieces.
Jace’s own voice is bland when he replies, “Gee, I didn’t know you cared.”
His jaw is already clenching, because he can feel it. His vision is sharp enough to be disorienting.
“Casually noticing and actively caring are not the same thing,” she says. Then there’s a spike of surprise. “Hey, are you —”
Even though he knew it was coming, Jace still does not expect the sudden roiling of his stomach. He stumbles, already, too early, too fast. “Fine,” he cuts her off, jaw tight. “You should take the night off. Find Simon, or something. I can finish the route myself. It’s —”
Again his feet forget themselves and Jace finds himself grabbing for whatever is nearest to stay steady, which in this case is Maia’s wrist. Her brow furrows and she grabs for his other arm, but she does not appear impressed. “Jace. What the fuck.”
“I’m sick,” he tries. “I’ll go back to the Institute.”
Maia watches him critically. “My place is closer.”
Jace disengages, letting his back slouch against the nearest storefront heavily, glass window chilly even though his jacket. He raises an eyebrow. (Against his will, he shakes.)
Maia rolls her eyes, shakes her head. “God forbid you keel over while we’re on patrol. Your grandmother will probably put me in a more permanent glass box.” She puts her hands on her hips. “Can you walk?”
“Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired,” he tells her, but he’s not sure that he can until he does.
Her place is close, only one block up and one block over. The stairs prove to be a problem but she hooks an arm under his and hauls him along with more strength than he has without a rune to boost it. He takes in glimpses — gray walls, cracked floors — before she’s unlocking her door and depositing him on a teal velvet armchair, the kind that’s more cool than comfortable. Jace is bent so far his forehead’s on his knees, his knuckles white as he shudders through a spasm. When it ends he unfolds, slumps back into the chair and breathes like he’d been punched in the stomach. The break is a relief, but he knows it’s not over yet.
Maia is staring at him but Jace avoids her eyes, feeling caught and stupid for not having evaded it better.
“I’ll be fine in a little bit,” he says. It never lasts longer than fifteen minutes, twenty.
Maia looks at him, lips this side of pursed, and then she says, “Okay. Water?”
Jace is surprised she doesn’t ask him anything else. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”
For the 30 mins ficlet: Jaia + femdom and hands
It starts because Jace tries to pin her arms above her head in bed once. Maia holds back a snarl as she wrenches her wrists free, shoving him off and leaving him blinking but well-mannered, not touching her. It is not his fault, she knows that.
“Sorry,” he says, and holds his hands up. “Didn’t realize. You do it to me all the time, so I thought it was a thing for you.”
“It is,” Maia says. “For me.”
Maia does not like enclosed spaces, which makes living in New York City a fun obstacle course. It’s always been that way, but a wolf’s need to run made it worse. There are psychological reasons for it, probably, but regardless of the backstory, Maia does not appreciate being backed into a corner. That’s how she felt with Jace’s hands on her wrists: locked up.
It’s different when it’s the other way, and she thinks that’s true for both of them.
Jace craves touch in a way that other guys Maia has been with did not. He wants to be petted and stroked, feel her fingers tighten in his hair and around his arms, five points of pressure digging into his skin. He arches into her as she coasts her palms down his chest. If she pulls back just to test him, he scrambles to fill the empty space, to press tight against the heat of her skin again. He makes desperate sounds when she puts him where she wants them: drags his hands over her own hips, presses his fingers between her legs, brings his knuckles to her mouth to kiss.
And if she doesn’t put his arms above his head, he’ll do it for her, then wait for her fingers to find his wrists like cuffs. Maia can hold him without effort, and she thinks he likes that he can’t break her grip no matter how hard he tries. Maia likes that too.
After her little freakout, Jace is hesitant for a while, compliant. He doesn’t make a move without her telling him to make it first. It’s interesting, to sit there on the edge of her bed still dressed from jacket to boots and make Jace take his clothes off, get on his knees, get her off. To hold him down and ride him until those barriers he builds up brick by brick are gone and he’s shivering, his eyes closed and skin flushed, writhing and not moving even when she takes her hands off him. Staying where she put him. Falling apart. And all the while Maia gets to remain composed. In control.
When they’re done his blonde hair will be darkened with sweat and his face so relaxed it only highlights how tense he had been before. Then Maia will gather him up in her arms and tuck his hair behind his ear. Then Maia can allow herself to be tender and to be vulnerable.
It’s safer that way.
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shadowhunters. maia/jace. 1277 words. established relationship.
Every now and then Maia has to get out of the city.
Manhattan can be grating at the best of times with a werewolf's senses, but some days it feels like she's breathing exhaust fumes instead of oxygen. She wakes up with the taste of iron on her tongue and the smell of gasoline in her nose. She's always been a city girl, so she's used to it — except for the days leading up to the full moon. Her blood gets hot and her skin gets tight and she starts to crave dirt under her paws.
Before Valentine's reign of terror unleashed itself again, the pack used to go on semi-regular retreats upstate so they could run and howl at the moon like instinct dictated. But it's been harder and harder to get away for the last few months, so the buildup has been worse. Maia has been snapping and sniping so often lately that Jace finally sighed, exasperated, If you want to go to the damn woods then we'll go to the damn woods.
So they go to the damn woods.
for @girljustdied!
you look a little lost and found; a jace/maia mix.
GIMME DANGER :: iggy & the stooges TAME :: pixies HOT :: the regrettes GRACE :: jeff buckley FRAGILE WORLD :: alberto rosende BOYS DON’T CRY :: natalia kills AWFUL :: hole FIRST LOVE / LATE SPRING :: mitski LOVE + PAIN :: clor HATEFUCK :: cruel youth MORNING THEFT :: jeff buckley DUG MY HEART :: børns NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU, BABY :: cigarettes after sex
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for @girljustdied! happy birthday, babe!
I remember you writing a fake dating!dair fic once- the one where she used Dan to get over Nate dumping her. I can't seem to find it now and I totally forgot the name. Can you help me out pretty pleasee? Thank you :)
Do you mean this Selfie/Drive Me Crazy AU? It was only on livejournal, but I’ve since moved it to AO3. I hope that’s the one you mean!
This would be a good place to ask if there are any of my old GG fics that people would like to see on AO3? I’m obviously not going to move over everything, that would be insane, but if you have any requests please let me know!
shadowhunters. alec/magnus. 4k words. canon divergent AU, they meet at pandemonium before the events of s1.
Magnus sees the Shadowhunter before the Shadowhunter sees him, but that’s typical, isn’t it?
They’re hard to miss, especially if one is attuned to the signs. It’s not just the runes that stand out sharp and black on their skin like angry strokes of a pen. It’s the way they hold themselves, the way they take in the world: cagey expressions, tensed shoulders, twitching fingers. Always ready to go. Always courting trouble.
It’s not entirely unheard of for a Shadowhunter to be in Pandemonium, but it is unusual for one to be here alone. They tend to chase their leads in little teams. Safety in numbers or threats in threes, Magnus was never quite sure.
This one is just scanning the club, eyes alert beneath dark brows. Light flashes over his unexpressive features, bright blue and fuchsia, but even the neon can’t soften the gloom that hangs over him like a shroud. He’s looking for something. Magnus will have to deal with that, but not yet. He’s having too good a time.
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