Could you maybe do a fic where neither Clarke or Lexa falls into freezing water and the other goes “well now I’ll have to get naked to keep you from dying”
The trees creaked and cracked against the bitter cold that froze everything it touched. The entire forest seemed to moan with complaint against the frigid state of the world as the only two brave enough to venture out of the warmth of homes and buildings as the blizzard began to descend upon them.
Hooves trudged through the accumulation that obscured the familiar path, blurring out all directions in a multitude of white and grey. But still, they horses pressed on through the glacial midmorning with the foolhardy notion of beating the worst of it.
Deep in the mountains, the storm approached quickly, blustering against every nook and crevice, attacking the world with a malicious kind of cold that could only be described as absolutely painful. The inhabitants did the best they could, leaving for airports early, attaching snow tires and fleeing to lower elevations, but by the time the evening rolled around, and Main Street was a ghost town, there was no possible way anyone else was leaving, and all that remained were those who knew how to weather such storms.
But I know that you’re a Timid love beneath the skin.
Flying was never difficult. The boarding of planes, the quiet anonymity, the solace of walking into a building in one state and walking out of another in a completely different world and time, hours passing, days turning into night, weather flipped, gravity flopped. Lexa enjoyed that fact, was always amazed by it when she got somewhere new, that just that morning she’d woken up somewhere completely different, possibly in another timezone, on another continent, and now things were completely different. The logistics of air travel, or really any travel, for that matter, are wondrous things.
But this flight was anything but relaxing or mystifying; this flight was terrifying, plain and simple. Anxiously, Lexa stared at the clouds from the window as the sun came up, suddenly terrified of what was happening, of seeing Clarke. She thought about every inch of what would transpire, debated if she would kiss her, if she would hold her hand, if she would say something stupid and ruin it completely, if they could do this, if it wasn’t too much.
One of the most consistently powerful writers out there is @coeurdastronaute – if you’re not aware of her work, please give it a go and read someone who really knows how to spin a tale. Just finished Heart II – splendid, moving (all her work is, really) and put me in mind of my own experiences living in and out of hospitals, with family members who have gone through similar procedures (including a cousin now in his 22 year after a heart transplant) and so much rings true. Hope there is more of this story in the future (actually, I hope that about all her stories).
She also has a sponsor page where she is ‘creating the opposite of Bury Your Gays.’
Not an advert, just a big fan wanting to show some fan fic author appreciation.
PS, too – the link to Heart II on the main page doesn’t seem to be working, but I’ve posted the link above.
can you do a high school AU where one is the captain of the football team and they sweep off the nerdy girls’ feet?
Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.
The Doctor Is Out 