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I know you know about Clexa but I am like super delighted that you also read fic and stuff I love that Clexa is that gay ship that a lot of people know and were/are into at some point I’m glad I found your blog from juliantina but I wish I had found it way earlier! (Also happy belated eid if you celebrate)

I get that! It feels so nice to have shared something with so many people, to know others were as deeply affected as you. And that was certainly a unique experience, I definitely get wanting to know one wasn’t alone in that. I got into the ship fairly late but I remember it all over my dash for ages.

You know, I didn’t actually read much fic for Clexa, before 3×07 happened. It was one of those canon ships I wanted to enjoy unfolding on TV. I’ve had such a specific kind of experience with shipping, moving from subtext (which I still enjoy and will defend) to canon, and the subtext ones were so much about what the fandom created, I was all about the fics. 

But for canon, while fandom definitely enhances the experience, as people might have observed, I don’t really read ships for my big ones. Juliantina, Kana, Jathea, Jane/Lisbon, Kadena, I was happy with what we were getting on screen. But it’s why I dislike so much when a ship becomes one where you have to read fic. I mean, I’ll read the fic, happily, and omg, the people who write them are heroes, but just that particular switch, when suddenly it’s like the olden days and we can’t catch a break in canon…that part makes me sad. Clexa is the only canon one I did read that much fic for, it was so impossible to escape what was going on and just completely leave that world, so we just stayed with it any way we could.

Hah, don’t worry, you didn’t miss much before Juliantina. And I do celebrate Eid, so thank you!

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Thank you for recommending The Priory of The Orange Tree. I was hooked from the first page! Finished it in 4 days, I couldn’t put it down!! And the slow burn was so satisfying!!!

I’m glad you enjoyed it! I appreciate you letting me know. 🙂

It really does suck you in, right, and yesss, of all the books I’ve read recently, most with f/f in some form, I still really do love how romantic it was, such interesting well-written characters who really fell for each other and how it then worked into the rest of their motivations.

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fic: this is what you wanted (killing eve)

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THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED – Killing Eve; Villanelle/Eve; 5,600 words; 3 chapters. Villanelle goes to Alaska. Set after the season two finale.

Read it: [AO3]

Alaska is shit.

Villanelle finds this out too late.

She needed to get out of Europe. There was nothing left for her there. So she picked an island, that one full of bears. She looked at pictures on the internet, and they all made her big promises. Green, rolling mountains, like Ireland with sharper teeth. Brown bears and tall pink flowers. The ocean everywhere, a bright drown-in-me blue. In 1964, there was a tsunami there that wiped out the entire downtown. Before it, an earthquake shook the ground for five minutes. Five minutes isn’t long enough when you are happy, but it is eternity in a moment that hurts.

The five minutes walking away from those ruins, away from Eve who’d already walked away from her, hurt worse than the knife plunging in. She almost turned back so many times. Her hands–one clutching the gun, one clenched into a fist–screamed out, wanting to press against the part of Eve that had burst open and stop the bleeding. Don’t die, don’t leave me, you’re mine.

But Eve wouldn’t want that. Didn’t want her, even after Villanelle had given her everything, set her free, turned her dull life to fireworks. Eve would rather die. And so Villanelle kept walking.

Now she will walk right out of her old life and into something new.

She hopes for more earthquakes. For a land as wild as the feelings inside her.

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eleven gets a letter from mike & clarke tries to work out why she’s upset (& your author is very sorry for taking so long)

(part 24 (!!!) of the clexa eleven au)

Parenting is weird.

Eleven is slouched in her chair at the kitchen table with her legs kicked out in front of her, crossed at the ankle. There’s a grass-stain on her knee and rhinestones on her socks, but you can see a hint of looming teenagedom in her posture. It’s there, too, in the set of her jaw, and you smile to yourself because Lexa had the same look when you first met.

You always mean it when you say El takes after her Mum.

Waffles brushes up against your legs, bringing your thoughts back to the here and now. You push off the kitchen counter and start making a fresh batch of strawberry lemonade – an after-school ritual that began when Eleven first arrived and is still going strong. Every once in awhile she sighs and, though you can’t help but glance over at her, you stay quiet. You’ve found it’s best to give her time to process things on her own.

If only you had any idea what she’s processing.

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