#dear fanfic author

[ceescedasticity]

Dear fanfic author,

Congratulations! You have successfully avoided referring to characters with excessively complex and/or hair-color-related epithets. Very good!

But, uh. Referring to the character as "the woman" is also an epithet, actually. And you are using it kind of a lot. For the POV character. In circumstances where there aren't even any people around for pronoun confusion, why aren't you just saying "she", WHY?

#vaguereviewing #dear fanfic author

[pitchblackespresso]

Something I did for @sparklyhyperbole's Genie AU story Of Trust and Trickery. It has a fat cat named Honeycomb in it, how could I not

#i've known honey for one chapter but if anything happens to her imma throw hands #this is me saying please be good to her dear author #zelda #link #honeycomb #cat #fanfic #zelink #of trust and trickery #my art

[criminaldelusions]

love how we all flock to tumblr whenever ao3 goes down, another mutual experience 😭😭🙏

good luck guys we can do this 🫡🫡

#ao3 down #ao3feed #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #ao3fic #ao3 stuff #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 is down #archive of our own #ao3 #dear god help me

[mikiusol]

TFP fanfiction writers in the early 2010s knew what they were writing..... Was scrolling through the Jack Darby tag on AO3 earlier this week and randomly chose two to read, and they were both so good. God. Makes me want to track down the writers and send them little flowers and notes thanking them. Literally. Thank you so much for sharing your work with us.

#i am the target audience of the fanfictions i love #i may never understand the material as the author intended it to be #but I'm sure going to interpret it as i can #catch me writing long comments on the fanfics I hold so dear to me #ao3 #jack darby #transformers prime #transformers

[topless-oncology]

I love fanfiction that goes like "best friends jokingly flirt with each other all the time. others betting when they'll get together. oh plot twist they've been dating this whole time" so very much and the thing is it fits Hilson so so well. the gay jokes, the betting habits at ppth, the hiding everything personal to see when people will figure it out, the way even random patients see they're close (see miss adler from the very first ep). delicious

#ive read one fanfic like this for hilson too #dont remember the title but i love you dear author chef's kiss #hatecrimes md #house md

[kmackatie]

touch of magic & magic of touch

dual pov shadowgast fics by @kmackatie and anonymous

Turning, Caleb tips his head to the side as he takes Essek in. Takes in the two hands still firmly held around the book. The knee hitched up on the lounge and the drape of the fabric obscures Essek’s lower half. His breaths moving more rapidly with a slight shifting of the shoulders, the book slipping lower and lower. Essek’s lip being tugged further into his mouth, the single point of one white fang catching in the light against inky-violet skin. Caleb takes him all in and swallows. Thickly. ---- Long, dexterous fingers slowly slip inside him. Essek bites down on his lip to stifle a moan, his grip on the book tightening as he tries to settle the quaking in his hands. The two digits slide in and out with ease and his cheeks burn when he realizes he can hear it. The unmistakable slick sounds of sex fill the quiet. Caleb is less than fifteen feet away; can he hear it too? What would Caleb do to him if he found out?

Written for our dear friend @mllekurtz's birthday, these two fics were created from an incredible prompt and developed in collaboration with my co-author. Telling the same story from each pov, they can be read in any order, however, we feel the full experience comes from reading Caleb's first. Caleb POV - touch of magic Essek POV - magic of touch

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Critical Role Relationship: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Tags: Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, porn with context, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand Spell, Inappropriate Use of Unseen Servant Spell, Trans Essek Thelyss, Vaginal Sex, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Post-Canon, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism Words: 10,732 (Caleb pov) and 8,874 (Essek pov)

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role #critical role fanfic #the mighty nein #my writing #cr: fanfic #fic: touch of magic #happy birthday my dear friend #such a joy to work on and I'm glad to finally share it with you #creating it with my co-author was also such a joy #I have the best of friends

[virgothozul]

Everyone stop what you’re doing !

Friday I’m in Love update !!!!

Amazingly written by  @paparola​ 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30714494/chapters/75796907

Rated mature

Cw for angst and 90s period typical homo/biphobia

at this point it’s no news I’m a cj fanfic maniac (apologies for my cringiness 🙏)

I love band aus so much and this ! is so good ! So many cool scenes and dialogues !! 

I interrupted my notes to sketch an hommage to this fic based on this photoshoot with Maneskin 👉👈

#fanfiction #friday i’m in love #i love band aus idk i could never get sick of it #Also 90s ?? #the artistic and fashion vibes are so tasty ! #caejose #Caesar Zeppeli #Joseph Joestar #Suzi Q #suzie q #smokey brown #dear author thank you for your work !! #fanfic writers deserve the world i’ll never say this enough

[lyledraws]

Evelyn and Caleb share a tense, yet tender, moment on the Clawthorne couch. Based on a moment from @litfeathers Chapter 19 of Birds Fly in Different Directions.

Don't know what it is about Birds Fly that makes me want to draw it so much. Maybe it's just because it's such a good fic!

#my art #sketch #the owl house #the owl house fanart #fanfic fanart #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #dear author: hope you don't mind how I interpreted “overstuffed couch”

[vera-dauriac]

PEOPLE KEEP LEAVING COMMENTS ON MY OLD FICS, AND ISTG IT'S GOING TO MAKE ME CRY. 😭😭😭😭

#bless you dear readers #care and feeding of authors #my fanfic

[ladyphlogiston]

Dear fic author: you cannot blame unemployment for domestic violence. Normal people do not beat their spouses because they are bored.

#fanfic #Ao3 #Dear fic author #This one is actually terrifying #Tw: dv

[ceescedasticity]

Dear fanfic author,

I think you mean to say "establishing", not "eradicating".

#dear fanfic author #try not to confuse the two #vaguereviewing

[exilynn]

Read; it's important (at least for me, it is)

"This gif portrays my feeling of being a writer."

Sorry for bothering you,

I haven't known quite what to do for some time. It's a challenge to gain recognition on any platform. It's not a matter of feeling sorry for oneself, but being a writer, it's deducible that there will be highs and lows. I struggle every single day to regain my audience that I lost for years after a cyberbullying attack... It doesn't keep me safe, even though years have passed, the fear that someone might attack again still haunts me. But nevertheless, I have Eddie, as a source of survival and personal comfort. I don't know how to put this, but I believe I've projected a life onto this character who is the air I breathe. Every time I'm away from him, I don't exist. It's not obsession, it's comfort.

And just as he became my refuge, I also wanted him to be yours, so much so that I write Eddie in a never-before-seen perspective, where there's a 'breaking of the fourth wall.' And he can be a good counselor through events and catastrophes that I've written for him to live through. I know, 'Oh, a headcanon where there are no monsters? And Eddie will survive? Not so interesting'...

Yes, in my fanfic, Eddie deals with inner dragons and I tell you a side of Eddie Munson that no one has ever seen, recounting the most intimate and secret side of his veiled emotions...

Imagine Eddie helping you survive high school and life in some way?

My frustration comes from resistance from the fandom, I don't know why on earth people don't care that I've given these headcanons, it hurts because they just pass by, don't look, don't investigate if it's a good story.

And this search that seemed tireless, now tires. No. It's not about ignorance, everyone has their beliefs and cultures, but I don't know if it's because I'm a Brazilian writer. It hurts every day.

I don't know if the problem is seeing Eddie with an OC (self-ship) or something else. But I'm not here to steal anyone's place, for me it's okay to have my place among so many cool people who write well.

I even translated the fanfic with few resources for the outside audience. My effort was never in vain, in my view. But writing this fanfic, with Eddie, is my greatest daily therapy.

Perhaps because I've created a space that is not only imaginative but also personal, reflecting on the life Eddie could have lived somewhere in an alternate universe, having the best adventures. In all modesty, I doubt that if you give it a chance, you won't fall in love with my headcanons and canons based on the character of Eddie. As for the rest, the other characters are my intellectual property.

However, it seems that fighting doesn't matter anymore, but I'm still here.

🩷 In case you didn't know, I am the author of the Master Of My Heart , and I'm known for writing a lot, but with My All Heart

#dear diary #writers #writers on tumblr #fic authors #au ship #self ship #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie is alive #eddie fic #vent post #ao3 writer #alternate universe #wattpad writer #wattpad #writer problems #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson rockstar au #eddie munson angst #eddie munson au #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson lives #alternative universe #wattpad characters #oc character #eddie x oc #eddiemunson x fem!oc #eddie munson has a big/comfort crush on linda hansol

[kuekyuuq]

Supercorp FF-Fluff-Prompt

The one where Kara and Lena have to babysit Esme for a few days.

So, they leave the city and go suburban (maybe visiting Midvale), with a farmers market and late or mid-summer fair, beach-time and a stay at a cozy cabin. 

Could be from Emse’s POV or the POV of our oblivious girls, as: 

starts off with Kara presenting a mix-tape of her and Lena’s favorites (lotsa N’Sync, late 90′s/early 2k pop, I’d presume)

constant playful banter (e.g.: who drives better [Lena])

suncream another (not that Kara needs it, but so Esme lets it be done to her, she plays along) 

they share food / feed each other (”Ohmygawd, this is good! You have to try..”)

always know where the other is

know each others’ favorites (food, color, books, movies, songs, flower...)

they win each other prizes at the fair

keep holding hands / constantly brush another

constantly make another blush and swoon

they without argument (tho with awkward glances and fumbling) share a bed in the cabin when there’s only one for the adults

Lena keeps giving Kara head-scratches

Kara goes out of her way to hold doors open for Lena

during shopping sprees, Lena knows Kara’s dress sizes by heart (bc she made her a suit... yeah.)

they casually start wearing each others’ clothes (Lena starts it, bc Kara’s sweaters are more comfy)

when Lena shivers at late evening walks, Kara keeps her warm, cuddles her

Esme wakes from a nap finding the women cuddled up on the couch, reading the same book together...

they buy partner-look / “friendship” accessories 

work in perfect tandem to tuck Esme in (Lena reads, Kara sings)

have fun pillow-fights with Esme

have a food-fight while cooking/baking

Kara wants to be the fun aunt, but Lena has her on a short leash (Kara: “Yes! Let’s do that!” - Lena: “Kara, no.” - Kara: “No, let’s not do that.”)

they talk about Kara’s apartment as their (shared) home (Lena: “Oh, this would look cute in the kitchen! It matches perfectly with the sideboard you brought in last month.”)

...

Plot could involve Esme mimicking some of Kara’s powers that has to be dealt with as well as distracting the kid from her separation anxiety, maybe even a low-key detective plot due to some mysterious things happening at Eliza’s place (which may have been why they needed to stay in a cabin / lodge on short-notice and not at Kara’s childhood home?). 

And it all ends with Esme calling / being returned her mothers and asking them when Lena and Kara are going to marry, because they are so obviously in love, just like her moms and they would be great mommies, too. 

Because, we all know, this kid is very observant and speaks the truth.

And really, SOMEONE has to tell them!

...

...so, anyone who wants to turn this into a sugar coma inducing fic? 🧸

Edit: In case this wasn’t obvious, this is presumably canon compliant, post-series and our girls are still in denial / not dating (yet). They need a little push, be it by a little helper. 

#supercorp #fanfic prompt #fanfiction #esme #best winggirl #innocent and unbiased observer #they just act like they did in the show #lena luthor #kara danvers #not a totally new idea but have not seen this executed yet #dear authors

[dogstarwriting]

Everyone point and laugh 🫵🤢

#they are literally BROTHERS #ARE YOU ACTUALLY KIDDING ME #dear lord give me strength #cringe #mortal kombat #ao3 #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfiction #mortal kombat 1

[owl127]

Could you write alpha Clarke and omega Lexa struggle trying to conceive a baby?

read on Ao3

The blurred image focuses on a woman sitting down on the single chair in the frame. Behind her is a large window with sleek modern architecture reflecting on tinted glass. She clears her throat, pats her button-up shirt, and an accompanying thud follows her hand.

"You don’t need to touch it," a voice says from behind the camera. "Speak normally, and we get it."

A shade of pink takes over her cheeks under the set lights. She chuckles, tucking blonde hair behind an ear. On the lower left, captions appear: Clarke Griffin, patient #013, 40 years old. Female Alpha.

"Thank you for agreeing with the post-treatment documentation," says the same unnamed voice, a soprano woman. "As we said before, this will only be shared with other future patients."

Clarke nods. "You changed my life. I’m happy to help."

"Can you talk a little bit about how you felt when you were diagnosed?"

Clarke works her jaw back and forth, looking down at her polished shoes then up at the camera again. 

"Well. Basically, it sucked."

0000

The punching bag moved back and forth with each new impact. Clarke’s knuckles ached and her wrist screamed, but she kept delivering punch after punch into the bright red canvas. Pain flared at her joints, and sweat ran down her back, but she needed it to keep her thoughts at bay.

Thoughts of how much of a useless alpha she was.

"Clarke?"

It was the second time Lexa came to check in on her. At first, it was an innocent call for dinner, but now Lexa’s voice had a layer of worry on it. 

"Clarke." 

Clarke didn’t stop the punching. Jab, lower, jab, jab. Her gloves burned with friction, but those jabs were the only thing keeping her from facing her incapacity to—

"I brought you coconut water," Lexa said from behind her. Clarke stopped, wiped sweat from her face, saw how useless that was since she was completely drenched, and shrugged. 

"Thank you." She didn’t look Lexa in the eyes as she accepted the bottle, downing it in three long gulps. Dehydration. Just what her body needed, being this useless bag of meat and—

"Clarke." Lexa placed a hand on her shoulder, coaxing Clarke to face her. Lexa wasn’t angry, which infuriated Clarke more. Lexa should be furious, doing to her what Clarke was doing to that bag. But Lexa wasn’t pitiful, and for that, Clarke was grateful. She wouldn’t be able to deal with pity. "Come up, eat something. You’ve been here for hours." 

Clarke took a deep breath and toyed with the lid of her bottle. "I needed… I needed to—"

Uncareful of her sweat, Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke. Warm, comforting. This was Lexa, her mate, her wife. The woman she promised the world to—and who she now failed to keep promises to.

"We’ll be alright," Lexa said into Clarke’s messy ponytail, nudging at the scar she left there years ago. "I get that you’re angry. But don’t blame yourself, my love. This new treatment is available, and—"

"We only need that because I’m a fucking failure," Clarke confessed, and Lexa’s hands on her skin tightened their grip.

"Don’t say things like that." She pulled back and guided Clarke to meet her eyes with a hand on her chin. "You’re my wife, and I love you. All of you. Don’t say things like that about yourself."

"It still doesn't change the fact that I'm a half-baked alpha."

"If I were the one with a complication, would you say those things to me?"

Clarke swallowed. "Of course not."

"So please don’t say that." Lexa kissed her cheek. "I love you."

"I’m sorry." Clarke thought the hours of punching and sweating would keep the tears away, but here they were, strong and ugly and burning just like her hands. "I’m so sorry that I can’t be the partner you need." Lexa held her. In the damp air of their basement, Lexa held Clarke and let her cry like the insolent pup she was.

"You’re exactly what I need," Lexa promised. "Nothing will change that."

Lexa was convinced. Clarke admired her for that. If only she could believe it.

0000

The image depicts a bright room with green plants in colorful pots framing the lonely chair in the center. The woman sitting on it is reading a paper, glasses low on her nose.

"Ready to roll, Mrs. Woods?" The soprano voice asks from behind the lenses. Lexa folds the paper, and a blur of a person picks it up from her hands. A similar inscription from before appears on the bottom left: Lexa Woods. Clarke Griffin’s mate and wife. 38 years old. Female Omega. 

"Yes," Lexa says, folding her reading glasses and placing them in her front shirt pocket. "Whenever you’re ready."

"Have you ever dated another Alpha before meeting Clarke?"

Lexa’s facial expression does not change as she says, "No."

"When did either of you suspect something was wrong?"

Lexa sits straighter in the chair, her lips twitching twice before she finally says, "We were mated and married for six years when we tried to conceive." She pauses, crossing and uncrossing her legs. "We had never knotted before, so we had no idea what to expect. But eventually, we realized something was wrong."

"Was it a mutual realization?"

"Clarke noticed it first. But I don’t think she brought it up until it was unavoidable."

0000

Clarke never knew there was something wrong with her. She never really thought that she might be a little off until Liam. Anya had just started showing, complaining about Clarke's food and everything else. 

"I didn’t know you were planning for a baby," Clarke said, hands soaked in bubbles. "But I’m really glad for you, Raven." They could hear their wives laughing from the dining room.

"Planning?" Raven snorted, shaking the kitchen towel to get another plate to dry. "That kid planned itself. That is, I really wasn’t planning to knot, but it happened, and well, in five months there will be a pup around. Get used to the idea."

Clarke frowned at the fork she was washing and watched the suds drip down the metal surface. "What do you mean you didn’t plan to knot?"

Raven placed a dry plate on the rack. "I was in rut. You know." She shrugged, and Clarke honest-to-god did not know. 

"Do you always knot when you rut?" 

"If I’m not super-extra-careful, yeah. Don’t you?" Raven asked in a laugh, but stopped at seeing whatever was going on with Clarke’s face. "Don’t you?" she repeated. Clarke felt her face warming. 

She looked back at the fork. There was a stubborn piece of potato stuck to it. 

0000

They talked about it. Extensively. They talked about costs, space, and time. But Clarke knew what the decision would be since the day Lexa had seen little Liam—all red-faced and crying his lungs out in Anya’s arms—and some maternal instinct sparked to life in her.

They wanted a baby.

The bed creaked with Clarke’s vigorous thrusts. Lexa met her push for push, her hips seeking Clarke’s in tandem. Lexa was not a passive omega; she took what she wanted, and Clarke loved her for that. She loved her mate, she loved her wife, and now she loved that they would make a new life together. 

"Are you close?" Lexa panted in her ear. 

Clarke nodded, her cheek hitting Lexa’s chin in the process. None cared. "Yeah. I think," she exhaled, slowing their movements to adjust her hips. Lexa moaned. "I’m not sure how long it takes," Clarke breathed, hoping her tone was steady.

"I have no idea." Lexa kissed her neck, licking the mating bite there. "It’s the first time we’re doing this." It should feel exciting. Lexa sounded excited. Clarke wasn’t sure.

Don’t you?

Sometimes she thought about Raven’s puzzled look when she admitted she had never knotted. But her friend had patted her on the back and said that each person was different. Clarke had never really tried to knot, so it was alright.

But right now, in rut, Clarke was actively trying, and Lexa had come twice, and they had changed positions twice as much, and Lexa would get sore, and Clarke could not get her damn knot to work.

"Come back to me." Lexa’s hands massaged the tight clench of Clarke’s jaw. They slowed until they stopped. Lexa sighed, but Clarke continued to pant. "What’s wrong, love?"

Clarke didn’t know. Or she did, and she did not want to voice it, because then it would be real, and Lexa would care, and they would have to go to doctors, and Clarke would be a failure as a wife.

"Clarke?" Puzzled, Lexa leaned back to find Clarke’s eyes, but Clarke avoided them. Clarke pulled out, their gasps mangling for a moment before she left the bed. "Clarke?" Naked and worried, Lexa followed her into their bathroom. The room smelled of sweat and sex. "What’s wrong?"

Clarke splashed water on her face and looked down at herself. Her erection, covered in Lexa, had an uneven swell at the base. She touched it, one large palm pressing on it, but she barely felt it. It wasn't like other alphas talked about it. It was like she was numb. Lexa watched from the door, her arms crossed over her chest. 

"Are you going to talk to me or—"

"I don’t think I can knot."

There. It was real.

0000

Clarke drinks from a water bottle while an assistant runs the mic check. A voice behind the camera mumbles, "We should try asking anyway." A new light turns on at Clarke’s right and she squints at it.

"So Clarke," the same voice from before says, now louder. "How were the side effects of the injection?" 

Clarke takes another drag from her water bottle, her eyebrows rising at the question. She places the bottle next to her chair.

"Like almost everything about this treatment, it totally sucked."

0000

"Fucking hell!" Clarke breathed through her nose, hard and gasping, her hands white with the effort of holding on to their granite sink. "Give me a moment," she gasped.

Lexa kissed her cheek, brushing the sweat away. "I got you," she whispered, always calm and serene during Clarke’s outbursts.

Clarke had been all courage and bravado until the needle—bigger than what it looked like in the doctor’s office—touched her knot. The injection site felt like fire, and every day the pain got worse. She knew it would be like this, at least until her knot inflated for the first time, and hell, that was another headache she wasn’t ready to think about just yet.

"If it hurts like that, it means it’s working," Lexa tried to argue, which did not help with the fact that Clarke’s cock was on fire. "Blood is flowing there for the first time, honey," Lexa continued to sooth, an ice bag in hand, ready for the aftercare. "Most alphas take years to go through what you’re going through in a few weeks. Give yourself some grace."

Clarke grunted, sat back on the closed toilet lid, spread her legs, and nodded. "Okay. Okay. I’m okay." Lexa kissed the top of her head and went for the second injection.

0000

Lexa hisses at something behind the camera, the mic turned off and not catching whatever accompanied the reprimand. The voice-only director clears her throat and says, "Patient 13’s, that is, Clarke’s file says her mate was the one administering the injections. That’s you." Lexa focuses on the right of the camera, sitting taller in her chair in the plant-filled room."How did you feel about that?"

"I’m not medically trained, but the mechanics of it weren't hard." She smiles, a small little thing under lights and makeup. She's aging gracefully. "Clarke was very vulnerable, and she trusted me. I would advise mates to give it a shot if they can handle the whining."

"Whining?"

"I suppose most alphas don’t take kindly to injections on their knots."

There is a chuckle off camera and a loud noise; someone else is yelling, "The mic is down!" and the off-camera voice comes back, "Cut, cut!" while Lexa chastises, "You two get down here!"

0000

Clarke woke up feeling like she had gone to hell. Everything burned. Her sleep shirt was soaked, her pajama shorts drenched, and her hair plastered to her forehead. As she sat up on the bed, she moaned, her muscles tensing. Lexa mumbled something next to her, that little sleepy snort she claimed she didn’t do every time she woke up. 

"Fuck," Clarke gasped, holding on to the wall as she tried to stand up. Besides her entire body burning, her crotch ached with a pain-pleasure mix Clarke was not conscious enough to judge. 

"Clarke?" Lexa asked from the bed as Clarke tumbled to the bathroom, half-awake and limping. Clarke almost fell as she kicked her shorts and sat in the bathtub, turning the water cold.

"Babe?" Wrapped in Clarke’s robe, Lexa remained on the threshold, her eyes suddenly awake. "Is it happening?"

Clarke looked at her and moaned, nodding. "It fucking burns," she whispered, and Lexa approached with caution. 

"Do you want to be by yourself?" she asked, her naked feet silent on the bathroom tiles. 

Clarke shook her head, extending a hand to Lexa. "Can you stay here with me?" 

"Oh, my love." Lexa sat next to the bathtub, kissing Clarke’s burning cheeks. "Always."

0000

Clarke fidgets with her microphone again, and an assistant asks her to stop doing it. "And how did you feel when you could knot?" the director asks as Clarke looks up.

Clarke’s blush is more visible under the lights, and she touches an earring before answering, "Not everything about the treatment sucked."

0000

Lexa wouldn’t stop moaning. She was not always vocal, or at least not carelessly so, but as Clarke felt herself expanding inside her, Lexa wouldn’t stop the cadence of moans. Part of Clarke was worried, but most of her was lost in ecstatic bliss. 

"Lex?" She gasped, her hips slowing as her range of motion was limited by her knot. "Talk to me, love," she insisted, because Lexa was tucked under her chin, an endless stream of incoherent words leaving her lips. As they slowed, spent and satisfied, finally tied, Lexa took another minute to simply gasp for air. Clarke held her, whispering small nothings. She tasted salt on Lexa’s cheeks. "Lex?"

"I’m—" Lexa tried, and they moaned together as she moved her hips. It wouldn’t budge; people were not kidding about that part. "Fuck," Lexa said, the first coherent thing in the last few minutes. 

"That good?" Clarke wiggled her hips, and they moaned again, and Lexa slapped her back. 

"Stop moving for a bit," she hissed. "But yeah, that good." Clarke nudged Lexa’s nose with her own, a delicate gesture like a small island in the middle of a sea of intense love making. "Are you good?" Lexa asked, finally taking a deep breath. Clarke nodded and nuzzled into Lexa’s nose again. 

"I love you."

Lexa kissed her temple, and they shared a breath. "I love you too."

0000

"Why are we here?" the little girl in Clarke’s lap asks, looking up at her.

"To tell our story, baby." Clarke kisses the tops of her dark curls. 

"Hello," the director calls from behind the camera, and the little girl’s attention moves away from Clake. "Hi," she repeats, "what’s your name?"

The girl looks up at Clarke, who nods, and then back at the camera. "Serah."

"How old are you, Serah?"

She proudly shows one hand with all five fingers and another two fingers on her other hand. 

"That’s seven, right?" Serah nods, a missing incisor showing in her smile. 

"She’s our oldest," Clarke chimes in, pulling her daughter a little closer. "The twins are three."

The image cuts to Lexa’s set, with two boys running around her chair as she types something on her phone. It cuts back to Clarke. 

"So you can say, a hundred percent, that the treatment works," the director continues, and Clarke nods. 

"It changed our lives."

The image shifts to a different set, with the entire family present. Clarke has a hand around Lexa’s waist, with Serah reaching up to her belly while the twins don’t get above her waist. Lexa placed each hand behind the twins' necks, keeping them in place. 

"You have a beautiful family. Three beautiful, healthy pups," the voice from behind the says, and both Clarke and Lexa blush. Serah giggles, and the twins start poking each other. A silent conversation goes on between the mated pair, and it ends with a nod from Lexa.

"We’re actually expecting a fourth," Clarke reveals, one of her hands landing on the twin closest to her. The boys stop their poking. 

"Congratulations! I guess three were not enough?"

"They’re definitely a handful," Clarke says as she picks up one of the twins, his blonde hair messed up by his brother’s hands. "This last one kind of… planned itself." She blushed, and Serah giggled again. 

"I guess we finally understood what other couples meant by accidents during ruts," Lexa jokes, and there’s laughter in the background of the set. 

"What’s a rut?" Serah asks, and the laughter increases in volume, even with the director joining in with a chuckle. 

"I believe that’s a cut," Clarke says, grinning at the camera.

The image fades into black, and a centered caption appears.

The Woods-Griffin family had a healthy baby girl.

As expected, she was also a handful.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gregory Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Characters: Gregory Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, cameo from Anthony Bridgerton, cameo from Benedict Bridgerton, cameo from Violet Bridgerton, cameo from Eloise Bridgerton, mentions of Kate Bridgerton, mentions of Miles Bridgerton, mentions of Colin Bridgerton, mentions of Portia Featherington - Character, mentions of Felicity Featherington Additional Tags: Penelope's 12 Days of Christmas, 12 Days of Penelope, Rare Pair, Christmas Smut, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Sex, Smut, Friends to Lovers, taking a mistress, Carriage Sex, Propositions, we all know Anthony and Benedict knew what was up the minute they walked in the door, Hyacinth isn't mentioned but she's there and she's giving Greg a real side eye, childhood crush made reality, Longing, Fooling Around, Ultra Rare Pair, because I love torturing myself, Lizzy knows, book canon only

Summary:

Gregory believes in true love. Penelope believed in love, once. Christmas brings about the most interesting moments for fate to take over. Even if it's with a hand up a skirt or on one's knees.

Day 8 of Penelope’s 12 Days of Christmas is LIVE!

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