#leatin fic

[plutosrobin]

writing leatin fanfic is me thinking i am crafting an interesting plot when really i’m just saying “they were idiots and then they kissed” in 100 different fonts

#like what i can i say #they are idiots #and then they kiss #boom pro storytelling #leatin #the wilds #leatin fanfic #leatin fic

[televangelists]

new fic just dropped

pairing: fatin jadmani/leah rilke

word count: 25k

in which fatin is the hottest up and coming actress in hollywood and leah is a tired grad student who’s been forced to download tinder. when they match leah decides that fatin has to be a catfish because there’s no way fatin jadmani would be using tinder

reblogs appreciated tbh

#the wilds #leatin #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #dot campbell #what’s a cancellation here’s 25k #leatin fic

[halcyon-hyacinth]

ONE OF MY FAVORITE AO3 WRITERS WROTE A LEATIN FIC, WE MOVE

#the wilds #the wilds season 2 #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #leatin #leatin fic #leatin au #celebrity au #hyacinth speaks #dot campbell #rachel reid #nora reid #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #martha blackburn

[comic-book-jawns]

At the end of all this starless night (Part 4)

“Did you think you were having another boy?”

There’s not a hint of sarcasm in her older daughter’s voice, which Rana would have considered a miracle before … Before she realized that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d given Fatin her undivided attention.

“No, I knew.”

Getting pregnant at 44 had been the surprise. A shock to the system she’d taken for menopause. A revelation overwhelming enough to leave her a crumpled mess on the floor, tended to not by her husband but her own child.

And yet…

And yet, Rana had made her choice, telling herself it was the only logical option: she couldn’t do this all over again without Samad, and he and Fatin couldn’t continue on their current path.

But it was at ten weeks that her world had truly turned upside down. Even the doctors, who’d already declared it a high-risk pregnancy due to her age, didn’t seem to have an explanation for how her “threatened miscarriage” had resolved.

Rana didn’t have an explanation, either. But she didn’t need one.

Read more @ ao3

#leatin #the wilds #leatin fic #the wilds fic #leah x fatin #leah rilke #fatin jadmani

[sherriffgrahams]

literally never do this but im actually kinda proud of this for once so here’s a wee leatin fic i’ve been workin on for the last couple of months if u like spiderman u might like this one ig

#currently working on chapter 5 which hopefully should not take too long #i’ve been told i’m poor at self promotion so i’ve decided to post here as well as just twt #leatin #leatin fic #my fic

[very-feral-lesbian]

talking to my coworkers is so funny. they want to talk about their kids or their spouses and internally im like i cant wait to get home and read my 250k slowburn fic

#lindz speaks #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #steddie #fic rn of course #no 300k ones yet but my point stands #fandom #ronance #buddie #shoni #leatin #destiel #hannigram #the list goes on truly #stranger things #supernatural

[jjadmanii]

feels like i just got put on hold by a sui*ide hotline ngl

#ao3 #ao3 memes #memes as IF ANYONES LAUGHING IM SURE NOT TF #archieve of our own #ao3 down #fandom #was on my way to read the update for a leatin fic that hadnt been updated in MONTHS 😭 #dark humor #couse i dont want anyone bitching in the replies

[blinkaftermidnight]

is it possible to ask for a snippet of that 50k word unpublished fic? Is the plot hole that severe?

Officially that fic is "you left me in the dark." The title is out there now so I guess I'll start using it. The plot hole was literally there were supposed to be nine boys on the island and I only bothered to account for eight throughout the entire story. I hit the end and realized I'M MISSING A BOY. And it mattered because I called those fuckers the Sunken Nine the entire time and went back and saw I only had eight. Also I didn't bother to account for their confederates.

Literally I invented a bunch of boys before the actual boys cast was announced, and maybe that doesn't matter to you guys, but I care about the plot hole that I noticed. It's a stupid one but I'd like to fix it.

Also I have problems with what happens with the characterization of Leah and Fatin, so that needs to be looked at, too. If anything, THAT is the bigger problem I have with this fic as a whole.

I actually started rewriting it but didn't finish that, so I'll give you a snippet out of the original unedited thing.

Here's the first unedited 1.5k under the cut. Sorry if that's a repeat but I included more than I did in one of the posts I linked below.

It took time but I found some related posts about this fic:

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It’s their fifth televised interview – no, sixth – since the story first broke. This Morning America, this time. They have to travel to San Diego from Los Angeles in order to make the appearance. Leah still hasn’t figured out a way to stop being nervous once she’s in front of a camera, and she still reaches for Fatin’s hand when they’re warned that they’re gonna be on in sixty seconds. The talk show host smiles too broadly at them, has too much makeup on. She looks fake even up close. Leah squeezes Fatin’s hand tighter to stop herself from scoffing or rolling her eyes or saying something she’s going to regret immediately. Fatin doesn’t squeeze back; she just taps her thumb against Leah’s hand, twice.

The cameraman counts them down while, on the couch on the other side of Fatin, Toni and Martha exchange a few words about how they always have to answer the same fucking questions over and over. On the other side of Leah, Shelby’s leg bounces incessantly, and there isn’t enough room for them to sit without touching, but the way Shelby’s shoulder presses into Leah’s arm isn’t uncomfortable. What’s uncomfortable is the way Leah and Fatin have to act as a buffer between Shelby and Toni. Dot’s next to Shelby, and she’s just as fidgety, but that’s more likely due to her nicotine withdrawal now that she’s picked smoking back up again. She’s not – unfortunately, in Leah’s opinion – wearing cargo pants. She is wearing pants rather than a dress – just like Toni – but Dot’s pants have a normal number of pockets, which is just fucking tragic.

Rachel sits next to Dot, her expression as unreadable as ever, her arms crossed in a way that carefully conceals the stump at the end of her right arm. They’ll be asked about it. At least, they were asked in their last five televised interviews, and the reporters always ask them, and no one knows how to mind their fucking business. Then on the other end of the couch, next to Martha, sits Nora. She speaks maybe ten words total in any given interview. Even when directly addressed. She’s part of the Unsinkable Eight, no denying it. But she isn’t like the rest of them. She knew, and her knowledge of their situation sets her apart.

Leah glances at her hand, still clasped in Fatin’s as the cameraman says five, four, three, two. Fatin’s nails are perfectly manicured, flawlessly painted – what the fuck would Fatin call that color? Probably, like, seafoam green. Her nails match her dress, which is always guaranteed to be too short, so Fatin sits with her legs crossed, with the toe of her shoes with unnecessarily high heels pressing into Leah’s calf. Leah squeezes Fatin’s hand one last time right before the cameraman says one and gives the signal that they’re live, then Leah’s hand easily slips free, and she folds them together in her own lap.

Toni and Martha grin as the host starts speaking. Dot smirks. Shelby’s leg finally stops bouncing, and she sits with her back too straight. She sits too stiffly. She does not look anywhere that could be even vaguely classified as at Toni. Shelby’s shoulder only touches Leah’s arm because there isn’t enough space for it not to. Shelby fidgets as Rachel fields the first question – about her hand, about how it happened and how the group reacted, about how she’s adjusting to it, about what she’s hoping will happen to Gretchen Klein. Rachel manages to deflect most of the question, presenting Fatin with the perfect opportunity to jump in.

Fatin does most of the talking in any given interview. None of them agreed on that. Not explicitly. They still haven’t really made a plan or anything, even though they’ve had plenty of time. Maybe it’s just easier not to talk about it, but no one tries to prevent Fatin from enjoying the spotlight that the media is more than happy to shine on her – on them, really, but Fatin steps up and takes one for the team. Happily. She tastefully redirects the conversation away from Rachel’s hand – or her lack of a hand, Leah supposes – and while she’s not quite talking about herself, she’s still talking about herself. And Fatin’s interruption prompts the host of This Morning America to ask her the next question, and Fatin gladly answers it, smiles widely at the camera, even winks at it at one point.

Leah’s jaw clenches as Fatin laughs with the host over something Leah didn’t hear. Fatin’s always too relaxed about this sort of shit. But Fatin is used to attention, likes having all eyes on her, and Leah could easily see Fatin making a living by, oh, hosting a stupid TV show such as this one every single morning. Wouldn’t bother Fatin at all.

Leah’s careful to keep her eyes away from the camera, just in case it’s on her at any moment, doesn’t want to be caught staring into it. She can’t help but wonder if he watches this show, if he turned on his TV this morning to find the Unsinkable Eight sitting on This Morning America’s couch to discuss their horrific – but apparently wildly entertaining – experience. She wonders if he’s going to have to live the way she does, being forced to hear about her constantly, at least until Gretchen’s trial starts and finishes. You know, the way she has to hear about his upcoming novel. He still has her number blocked, not that she’s tried to find out. He’s probably doing just fine, even if he has to turn on his TV and see Leah’s face on it, even if just for the few moments it takes him to change the channel. It probably doesn’t bother him at all.

Martha’s answering a question now, and maybe that’s why Fatin’s eyes linger on Leah’s face as she chews on the inside of her cheek, wrings her hands together in her lap. Fatin’s fingertips press into Leah’s hip, just briefly, just long enough to get Leah to look at her, and Fatin’s expression is hard to read, but Leah thinks the look she receives means ease up a bit, will you? Leah brushes Fatin’s hand away from her, and Leah resists the urge to do something like run her fingers through her hair – since that would mess it up, and that lady spent so much time getting it perfect – or pull at her eyebrow.

Nora doesn’t speak at all during this interview. She sits with her head bowed, sits in a way that takes up as little space as possible, sits with at least three inches of space between her and Martha even though the rest of them are crammed up against each other due to a lack of space. The host tries to address Nora directly, but Dot swoops in and steals that question, gets a good laugh out of the studio audience with her answer, and the host seems to forget that Nora hasn’t said a word. And Leah would almost rather speak herself than let Nora speak for them all.

It’s their sixth televised interview since the story of the fabricated plane crash and the experiments run by Gretchen Klein and funded by her many rich donors first broke. It’s their last interview before someone – and no one knows who, apparently – leaks all of Gretchen’s files. All of them. Every. Last. One. Logs of their time on the island – not just their time, but the boys’ time, too. Literally thousands of pages of transcripts of what they said, notes on what they did for three fucking months out there – everything. And that’s not even counting the personal files Gretchen had on each of them – and each of the boys – and on all of their closest friends and family. Plus Gretchen’s personal notes and inquiries and guesses about all the girls and boys. Everything Gretchen had comes out.

And all of it leaks while Leah’s asleep in a hotel room in San Diego, while Fatin flips between Netflix and Hulu and cable channels in search of something to watch, because Fatin doesn’t sleep at night, and that’s the reason they know about the leak to begin with. Fatin’s phone is in her hand, and she’s scrolling through Twitter when she sees the first article – at least, that’s how she says she found it once she screams loud enough to jolt Leah out of her first nightmare of the night, drags her out of one nightmare into an inescapable one.

“Files?” Leah questions, rubbing at her eyes. “What the fuck does it mean by files?”

“All of it, Leah!” Fatin yells, knocking her hand into Leah’s shoulder. Leah grunts, rips Fatin’s phone out of her hand and forces her eyes to focus on the words even though she has to squint against the brightness of the screen. “Everything she had on us is out there! Someone just dumped it all onto the internet – and who even knows what might be in there?”

#Anonymous #my fic #the wilds #leatin

[dittobtch]

the wilds orchestra au (2/?)

realised i forgot to explain what the general universe is like lol my bad.

all of the unsinkables are in honours band and have been for most of high school, except for leah.

leah needs an art credit to graduate (creative writing doesn't count) and was kicked out of all other art classes (broke two cameras in photography and got banned from visual arts, made fun of hamilton and got kicked out of drama and choir).

band was her last option. unfortunately, regular band conflicts with her schedule so she got thrown into honours band despite being really shit at music.

she attempts the flute, but she's so bad that they move her to percussion where dot's supposed to be training her after school. no matter how much she tries to help, leah still sucks at it.

one day, dot can't make it so their conductor (probably gretchen idk) forces fatin to help leah instead because fatin is the only student who consistently stays after school to practice. fatin reluctantly agrees so that she has an excuse to not play the cello.

naturally, they fall in love.

(also, jeanette is a violin prodigy who graduated and now goes to julliard as a shout out to her character in class of '07. fatin gets compared to her all the time and it just adds to all the pressure she's already under)

part 1 | part 3

#can you tell that most of this got thrown into #sharing is caring instead #because that's what happened lmao #i have what i think the boys would play #but that has next to no reasoning #and i dont think anyone cares about it lol #the wilds orchestra au #the wilds #leatin #my fics #btch talk

[jimalim]

Happy Valentine's Day! Here's a new Leatin oneshot for you! Smooches!! <3

#the wilds #leatin #fatin jadmani #leah rilke #fic rec

[gay-art-vibes]

Feels Weird To Say This But My Motherland Fort Salem / The Wilds AU Is Finished.

If you haven't read it you can find it here, it's 83k Words and Rated E. You do not need to have seen The Wilds or Motherland Fort Salem to read this but it does help.

It's a poly soulmate AU focussing on Shelby/Leah/Fatin but also has chapters focussing on Tally/Sarah and this is set years after Motherland Fort Salem's final season.

To anyone who has been reading it already ty! I didn't know if anyone would enjoy this one; I know crossovers are a hard sell.

#the wilds #leatin #shleatin #talder #motherland fort salem #fatin jadmani #leah rilke #shelby goodkind #fics #wlw fic

[plutosrobin]

girls i hope you’re ready i’m once again putting leatin in Situations

#chapter 5 is simply me putting them in a situation #they are like my fucked up little barbie’s and i am putting them in places #leatin #leatin fanfic #leatin fic #the wilds

[televangelists]

last installment in the tinder au cinematic universe just dropped

pairing: fatin jadmani/leah rilke

word count: 5k

literally just them being soft and in love and fucking in the bathroom at the oscars what more could you ask for

reblogs appreciated fr

#leatin fic #leatin #fatin jadmani #leah rilke #the wilds #the wilds fic

[halcyon-hyacinth]

check out this fic rec list I put together!

#the wilds #the wilds season 2 #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #leatin #shelby goodkind #toni shalifoe #martha blackburn #dot campbell #rachel reid #nora reid #the unsinkable eight #leatin fic #leatin fic rec #leatin fic recs #leatin au #hyacinth speaks

[thanks--for--listening]

The wilds setting up leatin and then getting canceled is my villain origin story

#the wilds #No bc I’m so upset #What was the reason Amazon!! #Like war season 2 as good as season 1? No #But it was still good enough IMO #and I think season 3 could have been so cool #:( #Maybe this will motivate me to finish my fics tho #leatin

[soupsicled]

im back on my sith!leah obsession aka my monthly reread of @blinkaftermidnight's leatin sw au

#leatin #leah rilke #leatin au #star wars au #the wilds fanart #the wilds #this fic is so good i will never stop thinking about them #should i learn how to draw braids?