This vid packs an emotional whammy, just like this ship.
Such a nostalgic ship for me – and this song is surprisingly perfect for them!
In the blessed silence she could only feel his mind now: focused, surprised, and intrigued. His mind felt both dangerous and breathtakingly beautiful. He pulled at her like nothing else ever had and she got the feeling that it was mutual. A mind like that was a juggernaut, powerful, disciplined, and stubborn. He would never stop until he got what he wanted.
What if he decided he wanted her? She would be possessed completely by his fire and find herself burned to ashes.
Pitch Black fix-it, except they’re Guide and Sentinel…
when Dolls comes to her, stony-faced and somber, something about that gets to her because he looks nervous. She’s never seen that. Uncertain? Sure. Worried? Totally. Never hand-wringingly anxious.
Heart hammering hard in her ears, she barely hears him ask her to come to his office.
As soon as she closes the door, he whirls around before she has a chance to ask how they’re all gonna die and says in a rush, “I need you to come to Arizona and be my girlfriend for a few days.”
I will never get tired of fake dating fics, and this one’s just plain lovely.
“Also, we’re here,” he says as they pull in front of an honest-to-god house. Like, in the middle of town. Where he has neighbors.
“What,” she says blankly. Certain this is some kind of trick, she looks around. “You’re not serious.” He turns the engine off and cocks a brow at her and she gasps, “Oh my God, you’re serious. You live right here! You’ve—you haven’t lived here the whole time?”
Amusement crinkles the corners of his eyes as he replies, “No, I have not lived here the whole time, but I have lived here for a while.”
“Since when?” she demands, feeling a little unreal like the world’s tilted beneath her.
A funny and sweet (and yet completely in-character) first time fic for a ship I have a very real fondness for, even if it was doomed.
After everything that’s happened—first learning that humanity had survived the bombs, then discovering ALIE, and then everything with Sanctum and the stones and Bardo—Clarke feels like nothing should phase her at this point. But being told that other universes exist is still throwing her for a loop.
She’s quiet for a long time, staring at one of the familiar scenes on the wall—an image of her and Finn peeking at the glow in the dark plants and insects that first night on the ground—trying to let everything sink in. It’s like her entire worldview is turned on its axis. This is insane, right? She’s having a dream or a nightmare. It’s not real. None of this can be real.
The ultimate, epic fix-it of the nightmare that was the ending of The 100, letting Clarke experience literally dozens of possible her life (and those of her loved ones) might have taken. Surprise, surprise, a lot of them feature Bellamy. The man she killed. The man she loved.
“You need to bring her here.”
Chakotay nodded again, without opening his eyes. “I know.”
I never could stand the show once they diluted the bond between Janeway and Chakotay, but this was one of my very first ships – and this fic fixes everything.
Roger knew that he needed a wife who was his equal in mind, but as he held Molly’s face between his hands he thought of how often he had neglected the body in his consideration of who would make an ideal partner! He had been charmed by Cynthia’s beauty and pleasant discourse, but to him she had always seemed like a sort of fairy bride, a charming pixie whose heart lay just beyond his reach. In his hands, Molly was flesh and blood, a woman.
A continuation, beautifully exploring Molly and Roger’s relationship as it changes and deepens, somehow making the physical, sexual side seeming entirely in one piece with the novel/series.
The way she touched him, wow.
Gillian takes care of Cal, as she always does – and Cal likes it very, very much.
“You have to stay.” He tells her, hating himself even more than she hates him for manipulating her like this. “You have to stay and look after your people. They need you.”
She brushes aside a tear, and storms off, and leaves him standing and watching her retreating back.
But she’s retreating back to Camp Jaha, so at least he’s won. At least he’s won the most hollow victory of his young life.
An absolutely perfect alternative version post-Mount Weather, as Bellamy and Clarke have to learn to heal – and find that they’re so so together.