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The Gloaming
An Outlander/Jane Eyre crossover
Catch up on chapters 1-9 here
Chapter 10: From Afar
Head full of thoughts of Claire, Jamie wound his way along darkened corridors towards his bedchamber. Within him there was a lightness; the weightless and floating kind that made his feet feel as though they were barely touching the ground as he walked. At the same time there was a heaviness; pressure on his chest like he could scarcely draw breath from how all-encompassing his feelings were. Having never been in love before, he had no idea if it was normal to feel so jumbled up inside, so instead settled for replaying the evening he had just spent with Claire and recalling with pleasure just how beautiful she’d looked in the light of the fading fire.
Having not paid much heed to the direction he was taking, Jamie unexpectedly found himself at the foot of the stairs where Claire had fallen. Despite bone aching tiredness, a niggling feeling propelled him to crouch down and take a closer look; something about a graceful and surefooted woman stumbling on steps she’d descended hundreds of times just wasn’t adding up. Sweeping his hands over the smooth wood he anticipated finding a loose board or nail to account for it, but squinting at the dimly lit staircase he detected nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly his fingertips slid into a cold liquid. Startled by the unpleasant sensation, he yanked his hands back, hurriedly glancing around for the source. With nothing appearing out of place, all he could think to account for it was rain, perhaps from a window blowing open during the storm, however a quick check showed all those nearby fastened shut. There was probably a perfectly logical explanation for the wet stairs but a feeling in Jamie’s wame told him otherwise, and with a shiver he pulled the shawl he wore a little tighter around himself. He was still wracking his brains to determine the cause of the dampness when the smell hit him; such distinctive odour he wondered how he could have missed it earlier. Spicy, fruity and not quite sweet, it was unmistakably brandy.
He rubbed his eyes trying to think, Claire’s voice floating into his head “The smell alone makes me gag”…“I must’ve misjudged a step”… “No need to wake anyone else”… It was all connected he knew, only he couldn’t see through the fog in his brain to work out how. As the questions swirled, Jamie felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, as though he was being watched. Standing to his full height he cast his eyes out into the semi-darkness; searching but not entirely sure he wanted to find anything. From behind him a floorboard creaked and he whirled around, body tensing. The scape of feet followed…
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Autumn Roses | Young Ian x OC (part 1)
plot summary: As a half black half white slave in colonial North Carolina, Rose has struggled with her place in the world. After her mother's death in childbirth and finding out that the recently deceased River Run plantation master was her father, the mistress of River Run, Jocasta Cameron, took her in treating her as more of a daughter than a slave. Jocasta educated and raised Rose with no one outside the house ever being the wiser. But the arrival of Jocasta's nephew Jamie Fraser and his wife Clare threaten to turn Rose's world upside down especially when they bring along their bright haired, blue eyed nephew Ian Murray.
pairings: Young Ian x OC
fandom: Outlander
word count: 2286
warnings/notes: Hey guys! I've had this Outlander fan fiction idea for awhile and I finally put pen to paper so to speak. I hope you all enjoy it! And those of you that know me from my Elvis fan fiction, no worries. I'm still writing it and will be updating soon :)
Chapter 1: The Fateful Meeting
River Run was not a locale where one could expect to encounter a plethora of thrilling events. Each day followed a set routine, a carefully crafted plan. Each individual was aware of their designated position. All but myself, I presume. There wasn't much of a place for negros in North Carolina society. They were considered slaves or possessions by the affluent white individuals who possessed the financial means to acquire them. I, too, followed in the footsteps of my mother, as countless others have done before me. From the moment of my birth, I was thrust into the cruel and inhumane world of slavery. Yet, despite my lowly status, I was afforded a modicum of respect and deference that set me apart from my fellow slaves. The circumstances surrounding my birth were shrouded in mystery, as my mother had passed away during delivery. It was not until years later that I was able to uncover the identity of my father, and the reasons behind my unique position as a lighter-skinned slave who resided within the household rather than toiling in the fields alongside my peers. Upon the passing of Master Cameron, I was summoned by his wife, Jocasta Cameron, at the tender age of eight. It was then that she imparted upon me the knowledge of my origins - a child born of a man who wielded his power over his possessions. Devoid of any offspring to call her own, she developed a fondness for my company. From that moment forward, my status shifted from that of a mere slave to that of a ward, receiving a different kind of treatment. Under the veil of secrecy, within the confines of River Run's protective isolation, Mistress Cameron imparted upon me a wealth of knowledge and skills. She taught me the art of reading and writing, the importance of proper speech, the intricacies of chess, the melodies of the piano, and any other subject that she would have typically taught her own flesh and blood. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated the plight of my brethren who toiled ceaselessly in the fields and within the confines of the main house. For I, too, was akin to them - a mere possession adorned with precious jewels. In due course, I succumbed to the monotony of everyday life, much like the masses. However, my place left much to be desired, and the apprehension of never discovering my rightful place consumed me, as if such a haven was merely a figment of my imagination.
On a stunning autumn day, I made the decision to settle beneath the grand oak tree in my front yard. With a book in hand, I whiled away the hours in peaceful solitude. Mistress Cameron sat on the porch, accompanied by her attendant Ulysses. He was a slave who assisted her in all her endeavors, given her blindness. Despite residing in the house slave quarters, he was treated almost as well as I. However, I had been granted my own room years ago, located in a separate wing of the house, far from any visitors who might chance upon it. I sensed the unwavering gaze of Mistress Cameron upon me, despite her lack of visual confirmation. Her admiration for me was so profound that I made every effort to avoid disappointing her. With my head bowed and my lips sealed, I remained hidden as instructed. The stakes were high, for if anyone were to discover that Mistress Cameron was imparting her knowledge upon me and treating me with her customary kindness, both she and I would face certain death.
The day was a delight, with the gentle autumn breeze causing small ripples to form along the river nearby. The season of autumn had always held a special place in my heart. The leaves underwent a stunning transformation, displaying a vibrant array of colors. The fruits of one's labor were bountifully harvested. Perhaps I could have continued to relish the moment, were it not for the gradual approach of a boat traversing the river, its sound growing ever louder. With haste, I rose from my spot and sought refuge behind the towering tree, ensuring that I remained concealed from the body of water. The boat glided past me before coming to a halt just a stone's throw away from the walkway leading up to the house. I cautiously poked my head out, curious to catch a glimpse of the unexpected visitor. Anticipating the arrival of esteemed guests at River Run, I envisioned the likes of the governor, a soldier, or a lord, among the customary high-ranking individuals who graced us with their presence. In lieu of that, my gaze fell upon a towering, robust Scottish gentleman in the prime of his life, boasting locks of hair so fiery that they appeared to ignite in the sun's rays. He gallantly assisted a slender woman, who appeared to be slightly senior to him, in disembarking from the vessel. Her hair, pinned to the back of her head, was almost as curly as mine. Her skin was as pure as freshly fallen snow, unmarred by any imperfections, unlike that of so many other women. As she emerged from the boat, her gracefulness was striking.
Mistress Jocasta had risen from her seat, bringing Ulysses along with her. She now stood before them, a smile adorning her countenance. “Jamie. Welcome to River Run.”
Jamie respectfully nodded his head. “Auntie Jocasta.” With a gallant gesture, he removed his hat and bestowed upon her a graceful bow.
With open arms, Mistress Jocasta welcomed him into her embrace. Accepting her invitation, he embraced her tightly, conveying through the hug the length of time that had passed since their last meeting. “Blessed be,” she whispered softly, “You’ve grown to be a giant. That’ll be the Mackenzie blood flowing through ye.”
A soft smile graced Jamie's lips. “I was no more than a bairn when you last saw me. Had nowhere to go but up.”
So, the individual in question was Jamie. Mistress Cameron had devoted considerable time to recounting to me the tales of her family's history in Scotland and her formative years. Jamie, the youngest son of her sister Ellen, had been a name that had reached my ears. Mistress Cameron spoke of him in a manner akin to how she conversed with Ulysses about me, as if he were her very own offspring. Finally, I had the pleasure of putting a face to the name.
“I recall ye had a most gorgeous heid of red hair,” she remarked, “Oh, how yer mother adored you.”
“She adored you as well. Always spoke of you wi’ love.”
“I miss her still.”
“As do I,” he replied. Jamie hesitated for a moment before proceeding, “Ah, Auntie, may I present my wife Claire?”
With a confident stride, Claire advanced towards Mistress Cameron, who lowered her head in deference. A smile appeared on Claire's lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Cameron.” Her English heritage piqued my interest slightly. The union of a Scotsman and an English woman was a rare sight indeed.
“Oh, I hope you’ll call me Auntie, dear. We are kin after all.”
“Of course,” Claire replied with a soft chuckle, “Auntie it is then.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Claire.” Mistress Cameron enveloped her upper arms with a warm embrace.
All of a sudden, a boy emerged and began to make his way up the path, catching my attention as I had not previously noticed his presence on the boat. He appeared to be no older than myself, perhaps even the same age of 16. With his lengthy blonde locks neatly tied back, his complexion, which was of a light hue, glistened with perspiration from diligently transferring their possessions from the vessel. With a wide and sincere grin, he drew near. The sight of that smile was enough to elicit a reciprocal grin from anyone who caught a glimpse of it. His striking good looks caused my heart to flutter uncontrollably, and I desperately willed it to cease its erratic beating.
Ian. His name perfectly complemented his countenance - unassuming and charming.
Ian clutched a bushel of wildflowers in his hands. “I’m very pleased to meet ye, Great-Aunt Jocasta.” He extended the bouquet of flowers towards her.
“Ye’re welcome, lad.” You are most welcome, young man. I realized when she didn't take the flowers that Ian probably didn't realize she was blind. After all, he had never laid eyes on her.
Ulysses came to the rescue, his voice a soft whisper in Mistress Cameron's ear as he spoke of the flowers that Ian had presented to her. As the realization dawned on her, her eyes widened with a sudden spark of understanding. Without hesitation, she reached out and took hold of the bushel, her fingers curling around it with a sense of purpose. “Thank you kindly, Ian. Forgive me. It is a long time since my sight had left me, though I still see shapes and shadows.”
“I’m sorry to hear, Great-Auntie.” His countenance reflected the genuine distress he felt upon receiving the news. His kindness was palpable.
“Oh, fear not, lad. It has been a blessing. I am now gifted with hearing that would be the envy of many a gossip, and the ability to sent truth from lies, if ye catch my meanin’.” His face lit up with a smile. Mistress Cameron spoke the truth. Throughout the duration of our acquaintance, she had consistently refused to regard her lack of sight as a hindrance. She navigated her surroundings with remarkable ease, almost as if she possessed perfect vision. Ulysses, her trusted companion, provided only sporadic assistance. I held great admiration for her actions. In that moment, a canine hastily approached Ian, positioning itself by his side with an uncontainable wag of its tail. With a joyful bark, he bid farewell to Mistress Jocasta and sprang off into the distance. “Oh goodness. Who have we there? Another acquaintance to be made.”
With a quick movement of the eyes, Jamie stole a glance at Ian. “Young Ian’s…mongrel, Rollo. Take hold of your beast, lad.”
With a nod, Ian chased after Rollo. No matter how hard he attempted to seize him, the dog darted beyond his grasp. A chuckle escaped my lips as I observed the comical sight of their cat-and-mouse game. Lost in my own amusement, I remained oblivious to Rollo's presence until he gently nudged the hem of my skirt from behind the tree. With a grin adorning his face, he patiently awaited my reaction. However, I found myself unable to respond. As Ian drew near, my heart nearly ceased beating, until he finally caught up to Rollo. “Rollo, you mangy beast, you can’t just go running off on Great-Auntie’s land.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his blue eyes widening as if he had just seen a ghost. Despite his pleasant demeanor towards Mistress Jocasta, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the potential harm he could inflict upon me. With a swift kick, I sent the book I had been engrossed in hurtling behind me, out of sight.
A lump had formed in my throat, impeding my breathing. Nonetheless, I persevered and managed to bow to him, my gaze fixed on the ground. “I’m sorry, Master Murray. I dinna mean to have any association with yer pet. Please forgive me.” At no other moment had I been as cognizant of the Scottish lilt that had been adopted from Mistress Cameron as I was presently.
Ian remained silent, leaving me on edge. I braced myself for any possible outcome, whether it be a physical altercation or an attack from his canine companion. My jaw tightened in anticipation. With a look of astonishment in his gaze, he uttered, “Ye’re the bonniest lass I’ve ever seen.”
My gaze was irresistibly drawn upwards, away from the ground. “What?”
Ian shook his head, as if to snap out of the current stream of consciousness that had been occupying his mind. “I’m sorry. I shouldna have been so forward. I’m Ian, Ian Murray.” In a swift motion, he grasped my hand and pressed his lips upon it with the grace of a chivalrous protagonist from a timeless tale. He bestowed upon me one of those smiles that had the power to make my heart flutter even from a distance. But now, as he stood before me, my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it might burst out of my chest.
As I was preparing to respond to him, my attention was diverted by the sound of my name being called out, “Rose!”
With haste, I withdrew my hand from Ian's grip as Mistress Jocasta, accompanied by Jamie, Claire, and Ulysses, approached our vicinity. Mistress Jocasta's countenance betrayed a hint of displeasure, yet it was overshadowed by an air of apprehension. “I thought I told you to stay out of sight when we have company.”
With a subtle movement, I placed my hands behind my back. “I was, Mistress Cameron, but Rollo…he found me…”
“It was my fault, Great-Anutie,” Ian interjected, “I should have caught up wit’ Rollo before he went sniffin’ around.”
Her fingers tightened around his shoulder. “It’s alright, lad.” A deep sigh escaped her lips. “We should all go inside. If you all are going to stay here awhile and since ye’re family, there are some things ye must know. I hope ye’ll keep an open mind.” Thus, we trailed after her as she led the way towards the main house. Ian strode alongside me, even though his legs surpassed mine in length. Every now and then, he cast a fleeting glance my way, but I refrained from reciprocating.
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#outlander#outlander fandom#outlander fanfic#outlander fanfiction#outlander fic#young ian#ian murray#jamie fraser#claire fraser#jocasta cameron#oc fanfiction#outlander starz#outlander season 4#fanfiction#fanfic#fan fiction#fan fic#outlander season 7#outlander series
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North: laird Campbell, I fucked up, big time.
Past Scotland: given your daily life experiences, you'll have to be more specific.
@winterwrites23 reread the entire fic once again on a flight and got hit by a huge wave of ideas
#hetalia#Outlander AU#SoT#incorrect quotes#SoT incorrect quotes#hws northern ireland#hws scotland#maybe me being a fan of this fic was my real purpose in life all along#im not complaining though#if the clan doesn't see just how amazing north is soon ill go crazy aksjdfh#no you don't get how much i love this fic and i desperately need someone to talk to about it#mrs gibs is hands down the best human oc with andrew as a close second#kendrick isn't even on the list
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Thinking about all the amazing JC WIPs I was reading during the pandemic that helped me (and others) get through a crazy time and how a lot haven’t updated or got deleted in the last year or so. No pressure to the authors if you see this and know I read your fic but just know I miss your work 🥲
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Sketch of Zira announcing to Scar that she's pregnant with Nukia (not included in my TLK fic, but I wanted to draw her being excited about finding out she's expecting cubs) This is before she got the notch in her ear btw
Note: Since the Outlanders are good guys in my AU and lots of the Pride Landers support the iron clad rule of Mufasa, I decided to make Outlander noses rounded at the points and Pride Land noses pointed at the rounded parts. This let's viewers know the Outlanders are still Outlanders and vice versa, but they don't have the "evil" trait that defines them (the noses of Sarafina, Nala, Sarabi, and Simba remain unchanged)
Lioness model used via the 3D Mannequins app for smart devices
@multi-lefaiye @skeletalfreak
#I draw shit#I write shit#TLK#The Lion King#Zira#fan art#fan fic#pregnant zira#Nukia#lion#lioness#alternate timeline#good Scar#evil Mufasa#sketch#I do need to alter her thickness as Outlanders tend to be on the thinner side#my art
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Episode 8 Fic Rec
Episode 8 Fic Rec
Every Impossible Move
by JeSuisPrest
What if Jamie Fraser found love in the twenty years he was apart from Claire? What if Claire returned to find he seemingly had everything: love, a child, land, family?
This story starts on the night before Jamie leaves Helwater.
“A master looks at every move he would like to make, especially the impossible ones.”~Gary Kasparov
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#fan fiction#Fic Recs#jamie fraser#lgbtqia+#lord john grey#lord johnlander#lord johnlander community#lord johnlander podcast#outlander#period drama
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Don't know if any of you are Outlander fans but I was considering doing a multi part fic with the same sort of premise.
The reader was born the same year as Daenerys Targaryen, though she doesn't know much about the Targaryen history, just snippets from when she was bored out of her mind listening to her Septa.
She stumbles upon a portal, much like Claire, and finds herself in the middle of the Targaryen Dynasty, around 128 AC, two years before the civil war.
I'm still fleshing out details like, should she be married in her other timeline? Who exactly is she and how will her paths cross with Daeron, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena and the rest? I'm considering making her a Baratheon, Robert's daughter, and therefore taught from a young age to despise the Targaryens.
Food for thought, it's in early stages yet!
#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#aemond stannies#aemond#aemond one eye#aemond imagine#hotd#aemond fanfic#aemond x reader#game of thrones#hotd x reader#aemond fic#aemond fanfiction#aemond one eye targaryen#prince aemond#daeron targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#helaena targaryen#alicent hightower#time travel
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Hello my beautiful readers, here I come with a new chapter, today I will leave you a suggestion of a song that you can play in the background while you read, just to give you more drama.😅
it has sub in spanish in case anyone here reads my fan fic with translator.
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Writing Obi-Wan
I got an amazing ask that has prompted your Pal to go on several rants so I’m breaking it into parts for readability.
An anon new to writing fanfic asked about characterizing Obi-Wan. They asked about his most important traits to include to really nail his characterization and most importantly:
"In particular, I'm confused about reconciling the (chaotic, dramatic, 10/10) Clone Wars happenings with the way he appears in some other stories (more, well, civilized)."
Well anon: ask and you shall receive. Find your pal’s beginner's thesis below, keeping in mind that there are many others in the fandom who are way more accomplished authors who are much better about characterization in their own works and are way more qualified to speak to this. I'm going to do my best!
I love this ask! Characterization is so important in fan fic as we take familiar characters in place them into different scenarios that we haven’t seen how they react and respond to, and yet want it to feel authentic. The best is when you read a chapter and think of course that’s how Obi-Wan would deal with this.
The first part to nailing characterization is voice. Not even the motivation aspects behind “he would not fucking say that” but I literally ask myself: can I imagine the character’s voice actually saying these things? If I can’t hear Ewan McGregor’s Obi-Wan in my mind speaking the lines of dialogue I’ve written, I know it’s not right. This isn’t something specific I could give you a How To on, it’s 100% based on vibe and feel, BUT. Listen to the dialogue in the movies/tcw/kenobi series. The words he uses, his cadence, his tone. Even if he's being written in an alternate universe speaking about something that canon Obi-Wan has never experienced, and never will, it should still *sound* like him. If I had to summarize his voice: civilized yes, and more mature or refined than Anakin’s speech patterns, but with the ever present threat of sass. Underlying almost everything he says is a sense of I can and will destroy you if you piss me off, so tread lightly.
That brings me to your point of reconciling the different parts of Obi-Wan. There’s a line in Stover’s novelization of Revenge of the Sith which (I'm paraphrasing) says: he’s a Jedi Master who deep down still feels like a padawan. To me, this is why he can be the cool, calm logical Jedi Master one moment and then impulsively launching himself out of windows to hang from a speeding droid the next.
He is the expert of Fake it Till You Make It. He was suddenly thrust into all these roles of responsibility before he was prepared for them, but has taken them on and is Doing His Best. He literally went from being a padawan to having a padawan overnight. He had no time to experience being responsible for himself before he was responsible for someone else. He’s the youngest member on the council and despite, you know, not being trained in the military he is like The Highest Ranking Jedi and in command of a frighteningly huge portion of the GAR. He *is* incredibly competent and good at what he does, but he feels like its a role he's acting. He is playing the part of the wise Jedi, modeling himself after everyone he respects and looks up to and thinks is doing a better job than himself, when a lot of times his personal instinct isn't to react with measured patience but rather Yeet! or Read This Bitch!
Always remember: this man contains multitudes. There is no One Right take on his personality. That’s why he’s so fun to write! And also why there’s so many different versions of Obi-Wan in fan fic, and yet most are able to feel right if they hit the voice. Authors lean into the different sides of Obi-Wan they want to bring out. Some are more into his Big Dick Energy, being a BAMF, having the answers, and being in control General Kenobi. Some relate to the more the anxious padawan desperate to prove himself. Some see the man tossing back shots in the Outlander and think to themselves “this ho has slept with half of Coruscant”. Any and all of these can feel true to the character when done from a place of love and understanding for our main man Obi-Wan Kenobi
#ask me anything!#thanks for the ask#writing things#i'm just out here trying my best#your pal's lecture series
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The Gloaming - Chapter 10 Preview 🏰
Ch 10: From Afar
Head full of thoughts of Claire, Jamie wound his way along darkened corridors towards his bedchamber. Within him there was a lightness; the weightless and floating kind that made his feet feel as though they were barely touching the ground as he walked. At the same time there was a heaviness; pressure on his chest like he could scarcely draw breath from how all-encompassing his feelings were. Having never been in love before, he had no idea if it was normal to feel so jumbled up inside, so he instead settled for replaying his evening spent with Claire; recalling with pleasure just how beautiful she’d looked in the light of the fading fire.
Having not paid much heed to the direction he was taking, Jamie found himself at the foot of the stairs where Claire had fallen and despite his bones aching with tiredness, a niggling feeling propelled him to crouch down and take a closer look. Something about a graceful and surefooted woman stumbling on steps she’d descended hundreds of times hadn’t sat right and as he swept his hands over the smooth wood he anticipated finding a loose board or nail to account for it. Squinting at the dimly lit staircase he had detected nothing out of the ordinary when his fingertips suddenly slid into something cold and wet. Startled by the unpleasant sensation, he yanked his hands back, hurriedly glancing around for the source. With nothing appearing out of place, all he could think to account for it was a window blowing open during the storm, however a quick check showed all those nearby were fastened shut. There was probably a perfectly logical explanation for the wet stairs but a feeling in Jamie’s wame told him otherwise, and with a shiver he pulled the shawl he wore a little tighter around himself. The cause of the damp stairs became apparent when the smell hit him. Such a strong and distinctive odour he wondered how he could have missed it earlier. Spicy, fruity and not quite sweet, it was unmistakably brandy.
He rubbed his eyes trying to think, Claire’s voice floating into his head “The smell alone makes me gag”…“I must’ve misjudged a step”… “No need to wake anyone else”… It was all connected he knew, only he couldn’t see through the fog in his brain to work out how. As the questions swirled, Jamie felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, as though he was being watched.
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Geez it’s been a minute….writing this chapter has been like getting blood from a stone and it’s still not quite done. Little preview for anyone still interested xx
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I really enjoy your fics. What kind of fics do you enjoy in the fandom? Do you have any fic recs?
aww thank you so much. 🥰
i've been a big slacker keeping up with fics lately because work's been crazy for me BUT i tend to pretty much only read loustat because i'm... boring? i guess? lol. i love an AU setting and i do like to read a bit of angst because i'm never going to write it so it's a nice departure from my candy-coated fics. 🤣 however i am a slut for a happy ending for the most part.
ooh! recs! yes! (this will be long and it's not even going to do justice to how many INCREDIBLE fics are out there)
"I try to be the chill girl, but honestly, I'm not." by pocketsun loustat trying to be friends with benefits. i am a simple woman with simple romcom tastes. i love this trope and i loved this fic. 10/10 (cannot recommend pocketsun's present day fics enough)
"Days Of Beauty" by lesfleursrouges i will always sit my ass down for a 5 +1 fic. this is the only loustat one i've come across so far. and it's perfect. hot, sexy, sweet, devastating.
"cord of communion" by themasterletters listen this fic updated DAILY and i would just refresh ao3 by the hour when i got home from work waiting for the next chapter. dopamine hit every time. there's a reason this fic is so popular. superb writing.
"The Saint" by dirtygoldensoul is cheating okay? no. is cheating okay when louis and lestat do it? yes! no but in all seriousness, this fic is just such a great, engaging story. the build up in this is A+.
"Part of Your World" by weathermood i went a little cuckoo bananas (affectionate) with every chapter of this fic. like, gasping and giggling with every turn. i NEVER thought i would ever read a fantasy AU like this (and yes, i recognize that they are normally vampires lol) simply because i had not dabbled in it in the past, but i'm so glad i did. WOOO BOY it's hot.
"Wishful Desires" by DolphinSpirit deeply obsessed with single dad louis in this-- it's like my kryptonite. this fic is fun, it's soothing, it's so bingeable. there's definitely angst, but this feels like a big hug.
"blood of my blood, bone of my bone" by deadcryptid i've never gotten into outlander, but this AU was so wonderfully written. i love an "oh no we HAVE to get married" situation.
"do wrong right" by sightetsound a little missing scene, if you will. a missing scene we all wanted to see. this is the best fan service. short and sexy. read it! read it now!
"Backslide" by emofujoshi (WIP) this fic is insane and i mean that in the best way possible. i'm like a rabid dog whenever it updates. loustat is just so in character in this AU. incredible.
"reformation" by verseau (WIP) the dialogue in this is SO FUCKING GOOD...PHEW. this fic is dark, painful, sexy, fun, wild, etc. the smut has me....clutching my metaphorical pearls.
#ask#anon#long answer oops sorry lol#loustat fics#fic recs#iwtv fic recs#sorry i wish i could rec everything#there really are so many great fics in the iwtv tags
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Name:
Carolyn
Age:
30s
What made you fall in love with Gallavich?
I loved watching their love grow; from the young south side boys to the men who are not afraid to show the world how much they love each other. I’ve always loved how they always come back to each other.
How long have you been a fan?
Started watching Shameless a few years ago and never finished after season 8 Gay Jesus. Picked it up again in November 2023 and have been obsessed since.
Favourite Gallavich moment/scene?
Ugh, so many to choose from! Top 3:
*The always iconic club kiss 🔥❤️
*The prison mutual ‘I love you’s’ and kiss 🥰❤️
*When Ian admits himself to the hospital and the reassurance and hug Mickey gives to Ian in that time. I knew then they were something special. 🥺💔❤️
Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey?
Mandy Milkovich, she’s such a badass, I wish we would hav gotten more of her, especially with Mickey, Ian, & Mandy.
Do you write or draw or make edits?
I wish! 😩 I’m so in awe of all of the talent in this fandom!!! Honestly, y’all are so talented! ❤️
Favourite type of Gallavich fics?
Honestly all! Some days I love me some sweet canon fluff, others a slow angsty burn does the trick. I always love multi-chapter AUs too, I love reading how no matter what these two goobers always find their way to each other! And of course, I love some Gallavich smut 🔥❤️, those two are so obsessed and into each other there is always so much to read! 🤣
Favourite Gallavich quote?
From Mickey: ‘Ian, what you and I have makes me free.’ ❤️❤️🥺❤️❤️
From Ian: ‘I like the way he smells.’ ❤️❤️🥰❤️❤️ and the proceeds to always smush his nose into Mickey when he hug him. 🥺
Anything else you’d like to share about yourself?
Haven’t been in a fandom in quite a while, back to my Gilmore Girls, and Outlander days…so exited to hang out with all you lovey people! Thanks @callivich for encouraging me to jump in!! ❤️❤️
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I’m on ch 3 of your limoreau fic and I’m struggling a bit with the decision to make Powerlad racist, why does every story about Black people have to involve racism as a plot device?
I don’t believe it does. I just made that specific choice because one of the big themes of that story (and The Boys itself) is toxic celebrity culture, and I wanted to convey that theme in a way that felt somewhat high stakes without getting into big conspiracy territory or putting Marie through what Starlight went through (or any other sort of physical violence).
A privileged celebrity having their problematic nature exposed, only for their fans and those in power to go out of their way to protect them, often at the expense of the less protected people in their orbit, is something I’ve witnessed online multiple times, and as a Black woman it’s exhausting to see. I can only imagine what that’s like for those more directly affected. That’s kind of what I wanted to explore with that plotline.
I also don’t think racism is a thing that just exists in media to make Black people feel like they can never escape it. It’s an actual part of our lives. I’ve been disrespected and hurt on account of my race, and while the fact that that’s happened doesn’t define me, or even figure into my day to day life as much as it once did, it is something I’ve felt the need to grapple with in various ways, including through writing. I also address queerphobia and sexism but racism is what I feel the most equipped to unpack because it’s what I’ve dealt with the most in my interactions with people (I’m a part of the queer community but quite straight-presenting, and am not a part of a profession or lifestyle that’s heavily associated with men or manliness, so sexism isn’t something I tend to feel on a visceral level).
Furthermore, I believe racism is one of the ‘isms that speculative fiction actually tends to be the shyest about. I’ve watched plenty of mainstream content where sexism is addressed repeatedly, meanwhile race is never commented on in any way in spite of the cast of characters being racially diverse (The Beauty and the Beast remake is the example that stands out the most to me). Or I’ve seen white women dealing with sexism and only Black men dealing with racism while the Black women in the story are just kind of there (i.e. Outlander, a show I could not finish in spite of all of the praise it received). Or some entirely fictional creature or concept is meant as the stand in for racism. I understand wanting to read about different things, but I do believe that there’s a middle ground between making our stories entirely about race and just pretending that it doesn’t exist.
All that being said. Fanfic is meant for escapism, I get that. I wasn’t trying to make anyone feel annoyed or let down or anything like that, I was just doing what I always do when I’m writing a fanfic that’s not a complete AU, playing in someone else’s sandbox with someone else’s toys. The Boys is all about satirizing topics like public bigotry (and yeah, it’s a Gen V fic but the point of it was to imagine them in The Seven so therefore on The Boys). I’m not always a fan of how they go about it, but I do appreciate its point of view a fair amount more than something like South Park, or even the show’s own source material. I doubt I would have stuck with it for three seasons if that wasn’t the case. So when writing for a show that frequently lampoons racists and other types of ridiculous people, the decisions made with Powerlad came pretty naturally. If I’d known I’d be disappointing people to this degree (you aren’t the first to comment on this) then I would have maybe gone in a different direction. To be honest the criticism has taken the wind out of my sails a bit.
In spite of everything, the rest of the story is planned out and partially written. Even though the fandom is understandably in a bad place right now, I hope the way everything plays out feels rewarding to people who choose to finish.
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5. What character do you wish to see whumped more in canon/fan-made media?
Where do I start! Do you know how many shows I've wanted more whump for. How many characters I wanted whumped but got nothing in canon and then go into AO3 looking for fan whump and found NOTHING! So so many. So many have none. So many have little. Here are a few:
Roger Mackenzie (Outlander). He gets some great whump in show and book but i really want more. More fics. Any fics really. More in show consequences and whumps.
Prince Eric (this is very recent but thanks to the live action little mermaid i crave prince eric whump so damn badly)
Ted Lasso. There's a bit on ao3 and tons of good Jamie Tartt but I want more Ted whump.
Jack Carter (Eureka). There's barely and fics for him and the ones there are are shipping him with nathan and i just want gen whump dammit! there is SO MUCH POTENTIAL! i mean he was a US Marshall before Eureka and I know there's gotta be some good whumps we could get out of that. Then all the stuff that happens to him in Eureka? Yeah make that worse please. I crave it. I can't find it. It makes me sad.
Steve Jinx and/or Pete Lattimer (Warehouse 13). every fic is bering/wells focused which is great but i need my boys hurt.
Mike Warren (Graceland). My boi!!! I know this show ended ages ago but look I'm still obsessed and always will be and I think I've read every fic out there and I NEED MORE WHUMP! There's tons in show but I need more fics!
Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine)
Jonah Simms (Superstore)
Will Gorski (Sense8). Theres good Wolfgang fics but man do I crave Will whump.
Jess Mariano (Gilmore Girls). Literally begging for non shippy/romance focused fics for Jess where he is whumped.
Jack Robinshon (Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries)
James Herriot (All Creatures Great and Small 2020). I found a few Tristian whump fics but no James!
Anthony Bridgerton. I always need more Anthony whump.
Jaskier (The Witcher). I need the bard to be whumped and have it last long and be dire please!!
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Quick consult for fan fic matter. Arcann's and Vaylin's ages: I remember reading a theorycraft post (maybe it was yours?) about Arcann only being about 20ish when he and Thexan did their thing in raiding the Core Worlds, and so he's about 25 at the time the Outlander is defrosted in KoTFE. That would make Vaylin in the 20-22 region. Does that sound right to you?
I don't think it was me that said that (I operate based on vibes rather than strict timelines lol) but that does sound about right. I always thought Arcann was in the 25-28 age range with Vaylin being two to three years younger so that's how I've written them. Hope that helps!
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Episode 15 Fic Rec
Episode 15 Fic Rec
Prodigal Son
by JeSuisPrest
In this story, Roger never found the Alexander Malcolm pamphlet, so none of the main characters know the fate of Jamie after Ardsmuir closed, and Claire never went back in time again. The story begins in the United States in 1979. Claire, Roger, and Brianna are enjoying a vacation together in Upstate NY when a visitor drops out of nowhere and changes…
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