#my Jane Austen fic

[eliza49-7190]

One line, one fic

Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by the wonderful doctorhelena

Here are lines (okay, sometimes more than one) from the middlish of each story.

1.

Mid-week Mornings at the New York Bell Company and Summer Evenings in Manhattan

(An Agent Carter fic)

From chapter 2 of 3:

One or two agents still resented having been knocked out by Peggy’s fists – and the occasional, frisbeed dinner plate – but the prevailing attitude towards her fighting prowess was one of self-deprecating approbation: the humorous refrain, ‘Or we could just send Carter,’ was often heard in the bullpen when an assignment demanded maximum manpower.

2.

A Safe Community for Modern, Female Professionals

(An Agent Carter fic)

From chapter 3 of 5:

Startled, Angie realised that she had read by accident half of the first paragraph, and that this was a private thing of Peggy’s that she had no right to (just like the flunky shouldn’t have been handling Peggy’s pretty, satin nightie).

3.

An Unexpected Detour on the Way to Saving the World

(An Avengers: Endgame|Agent Carter fic)

From chapter 6 of 12:

Steve waited patiently, and Tony took the opportunity to announce his right to the seat next to the driver: as a kid he had always asked to ride up front with Mr Jarvis, and now that he was a fifty-three-year-old, flying superhero with a time machine, no one got to tell him that he was too short and he belonged in the back. (Besides, he wanted to leave the backseat free so that Cap could sit next to Peggy.)

4.

A Somebody I'm Longin' to See

(An Agent Carter fic)

From chapter 3 of 5:

The idea of Angie patronising Eve’s on Greenwich Avenue, and the idea of her ‘liking girls that way,’ revisited Peggy often in the weeks that followed. It felt like a confusing, entangled concept, intriguing and unsettling at the same time.

5.

Answering the Call

(An Avengers: Endgame | Steggy fic)

From chapter 1 of 1:

Whilst in 2023 no one would give a second thought to an unmarried woman having a man to stay with her in her home, he knew that in 1949 this was definitely not the case. He did not want to risk Peggy’s reputation for the sake of his own, selfish comfort.

I’ve run out of finished-and-posted Agent Carter / Captain America fics, so here are two from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fics (the first of which also draws on CA:TWS)

6.

Secrets Told and Kept

(An Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. | Maria Hill | Philinda fic)

From chapter 2 of 4:

Maria was too reserved, too little accustomed to flirtation, to feel at ease with either flagrant deception or seduction (although Agent Brett Morris did once reassure her, during their mercifully short partnership, that she ‘definitely had the equipment.’) But this type of play-acting was in any case best suited to brief ambushes, what Fury dubbed the ‘Peggy Method,’ of ‘fluttering her eyelashes, then beating people with a chair.’

(So I’m cheating a bit here, because this isn’t quite the middle, but I thought people likely to read this post would appreciate the Peggy Carter reference.)

7.

An Appropriate Reprimand

(An Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fic)

From chapter 1 of 1:

Skye, a veteran of many childhood misdemeanours and punishments, raised her chin defiantly. Jemma, a veteran of consistent top-of-the-class performance, screwed up her face in terrified anticipation.

Sticking with posted fic rather than wips, here are a couple of little bits from my two completed Jane Austen fics

8.

The Trials and Triumphs of the Unmarried Sister

(A Persuasion | Pride and Prejudice crossover fic)

From chapter 4 of 7:

Miss Bingley was not to be pitied. Georgiana Darcy might be an heiress with thirty thousand pounds, but she was also a mere chit of a girl, who was so artless as to wish for nothing more than the approbation of her older brother, and so simple as to consider herself fortunate to be marrying a clergyman.

9.

Miss Elliott at Home

(A Persuasion ‘missing chapter’ fic)

From chapter 1 of 1:

Here he seemed struck by a sudden thought, and he looked around the room, then lowered his voice. “And bye the bye, Frederick, I think you might consider yourself fortunate in time, that the young lady, whose name I never recall, did choose the other fellow. For we sailors must seek out a wife who will look before leaping, and who is not so flighty that she will regret the life of the sea once the deed is done. And I’m afraid we can have little use for ladies who jump about and break their heads – however pretty their faces may be!”

10.

So number 10 is a total wild card. It’s from the very first fanfic I ever attempted, which I never finished or posted. It literally goes back decades. This is an X-Files fic, effectively a season 8-AU, in which Mulder still gets abducted, but Doggett is in denial about having some kind of psychic abilities: he keeps getting flashes from Mulder’s and Scully’s past/ memeories, which he doesn’t want and can’t control, whilst he’s working with Scully investigating Mulder’s disappearance.

This isn’t even really from the middle, but hey, it’s unfinished, so who’s to say where the middle is? I am including this mostly because I think I’m more likely to get abducted by aliens than ever finish writing this story, so here are several lines of dialogue, which are very unlikely ever to the light of day otherwise!

From Untitled X-Files WIP, consisting of 4, equally unfinished chapters:

“Oh, come on, Mulder: reincarnation, ghosts, walk-ins, vampires, zombies?  You must envisage having a pretty busy schedule in the afterlife.  I don’t know how your soul is going to fit it all in.”

He grinned appreciatively.  “Vampires don’t have souls, Scully.  Don’t you watch Buffy?”

She half-smiled.  He watched her in the dim light of the car.  “You’re not really worried about my immortal soul, are you, Scully?  Because, you know, you’re a Roman Catholic and I’m a half-Jewish atheist with a propensity to embrace a wide variety of Dark-Age superstitions without rationale or consistency.  Somehow, I don’t think we’re going to get to spend eternity together.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked softly.

If you are still here, thanks for reading this post. I had fun putting it together, so thank you for the tag from doctorhelena, whose stories I love. ❤️

(Tagging some people and anyone else who reads and wants to do it!)

#one line one fic #my fic #agent carter #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #Pride and Prejudice #persuasion #x files #my MCU fic #my Jane Austen fic #doctorhelena #sosoane1 #teaandatale #rachlovesligers #invidiosa #captainjimothycarter

[talesoflore]

Jason Todd would text with perfect grammar and capitalization.

#saw a fic that did this for him and it was amazing so i'm currently assimilating that into my belief system #that little jane austen fan? with lowercase letters? feels borderline scandalous #source: i'm a jane austen fan #(tumblr tags kill that though) #jason todd #red hood #batman #batfam

[zyrafowe-sny]

10 Fic Recs for Feedback Fest 2024/International Fanworks Day

There are so many amazing fics out there, but here are a few recs in honor of @transformativeworks's Feedback Fest.

But We Don't Have to Talk About It (The Owl House, by @halcyonhue): This is a brand new fic and so, so good. Excellent post-finale Luz & Hunter messiness.

A Potter's Field (The Owl House, by @sercezgazety): I can't make a fic rec list without this fic (I also had the pleasure of beta reading it). Fairly Hunter-centric. Written before WAD, but deals with post-finale politics, lustration, trials, grimwalkers, personhood.

phantom pains (The Owl House, by @crimeronan): RATED E AND MIND THE TAGS — SA! Not an easy topic, so gorgeously, hauntingly written.

get through it (The Owl House, by @polyhexian): Alador-centric. Excellent use of second person.

things we lost in the fire (Nimona graphic novel, by @prodigaldaughteralice): Wonderfully-written Comic!Ambrosius and Meredith Blitzmeyer.

Lunch and Other Obscenities (Star Trek 2009): Uhura & Gaila cross-cultural misunderstandings.

An Ever-Fixed Mark (Jane Austen, by @amarguerite): Augh, this series. Some of the best fic on AO3. Fantastic writing, Soulmate deconstruction, war, grief, politics, AU spin offs.

i'll write you a harmony in C (Jane Austen): Modern Jane Austen AU featuring Mary Bennett and Henry Crawford. I don't even remember when I first stumbled across this fic but I've revisited it multiple times over the years.

Beside me singing in the Wilderness (80 Days): Amazing work that really takes advantage of (and builds upon) the worldbuilding of the game.

have you heard (Star Wars sequel trilogy): Written between movies and no longer canon compliant, but a great fic about the power of stories.

#ifd2024 #feedback fest #fanfic rec #fic rec #toh fanfic #nimona fanfic #star trek fanfic #jane austen fanfiction #star wars fanfic #80 days #not my fanfic

[19burstraat]

Uh oh

#sorry jordie. he and matthias cannot be alive in a fic at the same time or the world implodes. bc this is my first fic that matthias is in #me: how can I make sure that kaz's bad leg still exists in this fic? #the napoleonic war: PICK ME OH OH OH PICK ME #one one level this is an exercise in copying regency speech conventions. on another level... I fucking love jane austen? #kate chatters #my fics #six of crows #(I promise I will finish that kaz jesper fic soon I just really need to get some of this out of my system djghfhjdjh)

[returnsandreturns]

i love them, your honor

“No luck,” Muriel says, sadly, as soon as they walk back in and collapse onto the ground next to the armchair where Crowley is sprawled out with a book sitting open on his face, resting their head on the side of it.

“Still blocked?” he asks, sympathetically, lifting the book to glance down at them.

“Last time it had a rude little note referencing my conduct with the whole–well, you thing,” they say, sighing loudly. “I thought since Aziraphale was up there and the actual Metatron trusted me with the bookshop, it might get lifted but there’s not even an elevator now.” 

“. . .so it’s not necessarily that Heaven isn’t letting you in, it’s that there’s no way in,” Crowley says, slowly, sitting up.  He doesn't know what that means necessarily but changes to Heavenly infrastructure give him a deep sense of foreboding, especially changes that might be more designed to keep him out than Muriel.

“Maybe I can’t see it because I’m not pure of heart enough,” Muriel says, making a face up at him. “That sounds like something they’d do, doesn’t it? Drop me down here and I make friends with a demon and now my heart’s impure.” 

“But you’re more interesting for it, sunshine,” Crowley says, absentmindedly ruffling their hair. “You know, they did all of that to Aziraphale, too, and then gave him the prize for being the prettiest, most specialest angel of them all. He wouldn’t cut you off, I can promise you that. Something’s up.”

"Is it because you got divorced, you think?" they ask.

"We were not married and thus cannot be divorced," he says, slumping back in the chair again. "I've explained this. Have you not read enough books by now? There's marriages and divorces all over them, aren't there?"

"I've read enough books to know you acted married," Muriel says, with a hint of sarcasm that makes Crowley glow with pride a little bit, just on the inside.

"I don't think Aziraphale would strand you down here because he's cross with me," he says, "but I would like to confirm that."

#good omens #ineffable husbands #this is maybe the jane austen fic i don't know #aziracrow #trying to Set A Scene #also my children my lovely beautiful children i love so much #my fic

[wambsgansshoelaces]

day 2 of searching for moots :,)

I love Bullet Train, the Ocean’s trilogy, Knives Out, Agatha Christie, any sort of mystery/thriller/drama(recs please!!), Succession(duh), Avenue 5, The Gilded Age, Survivor, Jane Austen, reading, writing, blah blah blah.

PM me or comment and I’d love to be friends!! I’m going crazy guys

#succession #bookblr #bullet train #ocean’s eleven #knives out #agatha christie #show recs #looking for moots #avenue 5 #the gilded age #survivor #jane austen #writerblr #fic writer #be my friend pls #i’m going insane

[javelinbk]

“Let’s have a listen then.” “No! Get your own book!” “Oh, go on – you used to read to me all the time! Just a little bit, and then I’ll leave you alone.” John rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he relented. He did use to enjoy reading to Paul at Cavendish. Paul settled against the back of the bench and closed his eyes so that he could focus on John’s voice. John glanced down at his page but then kept his eyes on Paul as he started reading – he’d read Captain Wentworth’s letter so many times that he knew it off by heart. “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.” Paul felt his chest tighten as he listened to John reading. He hadn’t realised how much he’d wanted John to say something like that to him – how much he needed to know that John still loved him, despite everything that had happened.

Take a sad song, and make it better, chapter 13

#thought I'd try something a bit different with my fics #and why not start with the words that aren't actually mine #sorry jane #austen not asher #paul mccartney #john lennon #john and paul #persuasion jane austen #beatles fanfiction #javelin writes #take a sad song and make it better #javelin’s edit

[tortoisesshells]

Invisible chains are the strongest.👀👀👀👀👀

nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace (DS, ~1000 words, missing scene early on the 1795 arc, Jeremiah Collins & Vicki Winters on Widows' Hill)

Vicki, marooned in 1795, pokes at the edges of the losses that are coming.

or,

“Miss Winters,” said Jeremiah Collins, stepping out of the night into the gloom of her lamp: he had a half-shuttered lantern of his own in one hand, and a bundle of heavy wool in the other. He held the latter out to her, with a kindly look. “You left in such a hurry, you had no time for coat or cloak – Sarah began to worry that you would catch your death of the cold.” Vicki took it. His hand, where she brushed against it, was warm, alive – she cut her memory down, quickly, before it went where she couldn’t follow. Murmuring her thanks for their consideration, she put the cloak over her shoulders. Her fingers were numb – centuries had changed many things about Collinsport, but the wind at Widows’ Hill was ever the same – bone-cracking, blood-chilling, cold. She struggled with the knot at her neck. Jeremiah looked elsewhere – as though embarrassed by his own actions, or interest.

Read the Rest on AO3!

#girls when their dead fiance comes back to them as a complete stranger: #anyway. my vicki/jeremiah agenda lives. unlike jeremiah. #fic #my fic #jane austen i love you but youve permanently damaged my ability to take a character referred to as 'mr. collins' seriously. <3

[mildredmost]

I’m in the mood to write this weekend, if anyone has prompts or suggestions! Any canon I’ve written before - my asks are open ❤️

(I also want all of you to write something too. Can’t wait to see it!)

#writing #my fic #the charioteer #dickensian #david blaize #vienna blood #jane austen

[anghraine]

susanswerphone replied to this post:

One of my favorite bits of one of your fics is the broship between Darcy and Jane and how he explains Bingley loved her the whole time starting at Netherfield after Elizabeth kind of glosses over the past. They're kindred spirits! They get each other!

Oh, thank you! I think that must be from Season of Courtship. There's an (offstage) bit where Darcy talks privately to Jane about what his role was in separating her from Bingley, and Jane and Elizabeth talk about it afterwards. In the fic, Jane and Darcy do get each other's motivations in a kindred spirit sort of way (though Jane is somewhat baffled by Elizabeth keeping this secret from her), which was a fun way to write it, even if I'd probably handle it a bit differently now.

(I meant it to be foreshadowing for a minor subplot in a future, post-canon fic that I never finished or wrote very much of. But I did like the idea that Elizabeth's assumption in the novel that Jane would be prejudiced against Darcy if she knew the truth is an underestimation of Jane.)

#susanswerphone #respuestas #austen blogging #fic talk #fic talk: season of courtship #jane bennet #fitzwilliam darcy #i actually filtered all my ao3 fics to try and figure out when i'd ever written jane-darcy brotp content #not that often actually which is weird #nice things people say to me

[varpusvaras]

So right now the fic schedule is this:

Last chapter to Even Across Distance (probably after new years, though I will try. I am just currently unwell ™️)

Second part to Jump Through the Hoops and Land On Your Feet, aka alternate ending/second chapter to You say jump, I ask how high (right into conclusions)

The Cody & Fox fic based on this post

Kesett oneshot

Fox chapters to Up that Mountain

Then it's the modern royal au and the horsegirl au, whichever I feel like writing first (also very slowly working on the next chapter to Not all is lost, I swear I am continuing that one)

#personal #my fics #sw fics #most of these are bail/breha/fox sorry not sorry ever #I'm allowed to write my otp lmao #also the horsegirl au is quickly becoming one of my favorite ideas #bc it's 90 percent of normal horse book stuff #and then the last 10 percent is fox in the background living in a jane austen novel #like he is in a COMPLETELY different genre than everyone else #good for him tho good for him lmao #sw #tcw #bail/breha/fox

[inkyquince]

Oh yeah I saved this in my drafts but when I'm not working on coms, packing up my life to go to Scotland or thinking about Leighton's chest hair, I'm coding.

And there's nothing better than @angrelysimpping zooming in on a piece of coding I show them and taking issue with my amazing naming techniques

God forbid nonbinaries do anything.

#this is a joke #quiet is my coding rubber ducky #well no #i lied #quiet is the one i talk AT when revolving story ideas in my mind #for coding stuff i have an actual lil rubber ducky #is anyone surprised i WROTE ABOUT WHO IN DOL WOULD HAVE A RUBBER DUCK #but anyway shes a jane austen duck from when my uni class went to her house and my friend got it for me #dont look at my fucking variables #anyway THANK YOU QUIET I LOVE U #ill finish my section of our fic one day #quinceyeasyspeaky #update #coding things quack quack

[vixxiu]

March 1815

What a delightful night!

It was an honor being invited to one of the famous Jane Austen balls, and Aziraphale wanted to take advantage of every minute he could spend in the presence of the great writer and her friends. He was in such a good mood, he was ready to perform some miracles if he got the chance to catch some humans pining for each other. He could feel love in the air.

Everyone was wearing their best attire and the whole mansion was decorated in the most exquisitely, and don’t even make Aziraphale start about the buffet! The canapés had been provided by a very talented chef that sometimes cooked even for the Queen of England herself.

Jane was an awesome host and Aziraphale was glad they managed to become good friends, as she walked with him in the big ballroom, whispering rumors in his ear about people Aziraphale never heard about before.

Everything was perfect and no one thing was weird or out of place.

At least until he noticed that his friend got distracted by someone on the other side of the room. He followed her gaze as Jane and a man exchanged a brief nod. One second later, the man had already disappeared, but not fast enough for Aziraphale to miss his yellow eyes.

The angel excused himself and moved quickly, walking in the direction where the man disappeared. Of course, there was no trace of the other, at least until he reached the door that led to the garden.

“Angel…”

Crowley was leaning against the wall. He was wearing a black elegant dress that complimented his slim figure, his eyes were twinkling with mischief and his lips were stretched in a smirk.

“You!” Aziraphale commented, while lightly punching the demon on his shoulder “What the hell are you doing here? I forbid you to tempt my friend Jane in any way”

Crowley laughed “Angel, dear, she needs no tempting…”

It was already weird that Jane and Crowley knew each other, but this reply was even stranger.

Aziraphale was so lost in his thoughts, wondering why two beings that seemed so different from each other could be close (seriously a demon and a writer who was considered the queen of romance and parties) that he didn’t realize Crowley had moved.

The demon was bowing with one of his arms extended, as if he was asking Aziraphale to hold his hands.

“I know you love silly dances, so would you like to give me a dance?”

Aziraphale felt his cheeks getting warmer and redder, and he couldn’t understand if it was for embarrassment or delight. He turned his head around, and only when he was sure all the guests were inside, he took Crowley’s hand and moved closer.

The music could be clearly heard from the inside and soon the angel started performing the right moves without missing a bit, while Crowley, well… Aziraphale didn’t know why he asked him to dance when it was so obvious, he had no idea what he was doing and probably it was the first time attempting at cotillon dancing. At least they didn’t have to be too close and therefore no feet got hurt.

Still, the air of the beginning of spring was chilly and it would have been nice, standing close to someone else…

When the song ended, they were standing one in front of the other, their faces just a few centimeters apart.

Damn it, sure those yellow eyes were nice and expressive. They would have looked strange to every human, but after so many centuries, Aziraphale grow fond of them. They were so representative of Crowley.

Weirdly, when the demon took a step forward, Aziraphale didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. As their faces got even closer, the angel felt his breath stopping, anticipating something that he couldn’t even name.

Crowley moved even nearer, his face almost buried in the other’s neck.

Aziraphale closed his eyes, ready for some kind of contact; any kind of contact was going to be welcomed at that point. But nothing came.

“See you soon, angel” Crowley whispered in his ear, before retreating rapidly and crossing the garden with quick steps.

Aziraphale was left there alone, feeling incredibly silly as his heart beat way too fast for this encounter not to mean anything.  

He let his hand cover his throbbing chest, before letting his finger slide down his waistcoat.

Wait a minute, there was something inside of his pocket. He didn’t put anything there, he was sure.                                                                                                                                                           

He reached inside with curiosity.

A diamond. The biggest diamond he had ever seen.

Damn it, he didn’t want anything stolen!

He knew the other was aware of that. He had to meet Crowley as soon as possible to give it back.

He didn’t even pretend he wasn’t excited about their future encounter.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fic #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #fics #fanfic #jane austen #my stuff

[notmoreflippingelves]

Krisnix - Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibilty AU, for the prompts, please? 😉🌹

"You do not suppose me capable of real feeling-- do you, Klavier? I will admit that I do not wear my heart upon my sleeve as you do, but you are wrong to assume that it does not beat and burn and long just as fiercely as your own does. I have known of Mr. Edgeworth's prior claim for months now, and for those months, I have thought of little else than Phoe--than Mr. Wright and the regard that I still hold for him. But the family needs my strength and my resolve--not least after your own romantic disappointment--so I remain ever the sense to counterbalance your own sensibility."

Klavier said nothing in reply but placed a steady hand on his brother's shoulder, until Kristoph covered the hand with one of his own.

Send me a prompt and I'll write a 4-5 sentence drabble about it

#i think that's 5 sentences exactly #this is more of an excerpt from a longer scene than a proper drabble #not sure if i can or would write a full fic out of it #[*frantically resists urge to just have Phoenix give Kristoph the entire Hugh Grant proposal speech from Sense and Sensibility (1995)*] #no but like marianne!klavier and elinor!kristoph tho #especially given the reversal at the end of the book where marianne becomes the sense and elinor the sensibility #just perf for the gavin brothers #daryan would be willoughby in this I think #apollo seems kind of a weird choice for colonel brandon ngl so idk if he is or not #blackquill might work well tho #or franziska perhaps? assuming she's mellowed out some during the missing years #do i feel bad about making miles the lucy steele in this? #i mean a little? #since phoenix is an only child and doesn't have a brother; i guess that would mean miles ends up jilting phoenix for larry #which is just *chefs kiss* #jane austen aus my beloved #otp: the ice king and his firebird #krisnix #kristoph gavin #klavier gavin #thanks for the prompt sweetie

[lit-in-thy-heart]

having watched good omens 2, i am definitely thinking about some crossover involving jane austen and the 1810 clerkenwell diamond robbery, crowley, clara oswald and possibly the doctor thrown in

#clara's line about jane austen being an excellent kisser livea rent free in my head #i've had a fic idea based on that remark and the 'i love her. take that any way you like' comment in my head for around 7 years now #also having done a quick google it seems like there was no clerkenwell diamond robbery of 1810 #which leaves a lot more room to play with things #not that i need more fic ideas #but the david tennant link is just too good #good omens 2 #doctor who #good omens spoilers #lit talks #jane austen

[brynnamonroll]

I came up with a design for Lilina right after FE6! I’m thinking this is right around when she settles back in Ostia as Marchioness. Ceremonial armor tbd

#fire emblem #watercolor #sketch #elibe #fire emblem elibe #fe6 #binding blade #lilina #lilina fire emblem #maybe I’ll get around to designing more things from this era #it’s also fun because this is where we get roy and lilina starting to become Lycia’s Power Couple #one of these days I’ll write my weird jane austen-y proper society romances crossed with political intrigue elibe fics and then you’ll see #you’ll all see #my art #bryn's art