Beautiful Beat - AU/Canon - Angst - They assumed Renesmee would be a mutant. They assumed their child would be born a monster. They were wrong.
Cascade and Cyanide - AH - Angst/Romance - New to town, Bella Swan finds herself fascinated with Edward Masen, a quiet isolated boy. A story of mental illness and learning to heal.
Like The Shadow - AH - Romance/Friendship - Loosely based on the movie Just Friends.
Memoria in Aeterna - AH - Angst/Romance - Bella wakes up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there. Written for AG for the holiday fic swap.
Purgatory: A Love Story - AU - Angst/Romance - What do you do when your life is over? What do you do when maybe it's not? Based on Wristcutters.
You Get Me Closer to God (companion My Whole Existance is Flawed) - Romance/Drama/Smut - They had an agreement. Everyone wins, no one gets hurt. Right?
If you are curious about any of my one-shots, just leave a comment and I'll pass it along. My one-shot in memory of Lisa will stay up on my fanfic page.
Parks & Recreation One-Shots
The Sleazy Return of DJ Roomba - “I feel like I’m eighteen years old around you.” Star Wars, Ke$ha, and copious kissing: all in an average night for the newly-dating Ben Wyatt and Leslie Knope.
So I May Have Done Something - “So I know that we just decided screw relationships,” Leslie says after the second kamikaze shot, “but I may have done something last night?” The night after Andy and April's wedding, Leslie takes Ann to The Bulge to cheer her up.
I Could Have Kissed You Under Cherry Blossoms - “By this point, Ben Wyatt was pretty sure he was going to kiss Leslie Knope by the end of the week. At least 95% sure, Ben figured, give or take.” Five missing moments between “The Fight” and “Road Trip”.
10 Facts about Leslie/Ben - a fanon experiment for the leslie_ben prompt.
The Five Stage of Grief - Leslie goes through the five stages of grief when someone (or some horse) she cares about dies. It’s about as simple and silly as it sounds. It's not the best thing, but it's writing, and I need to be writing more lol. Unbetaed, so pardon typos.
A Serious Code Ben - Ann received 4 phone calls and 12 texts the night after Leslie returned from her road trip with Ben. Frankly, she was surprised there weren’t more.
Force of Habit - A series of snippets prompted by Ben’s line “I’m sorry; force of habit” in 3x16, Li’l Sebastian.
Race You - “Uh oh, looks like someone’s going to be late for her meeting.” Leslie and Ben raced down the hallway in 3x13. This is the race/immediately after.
Untitled for the leslie_ben ficathon - “Yo, Roomie! We come bearing pizza!” Andy and April find out that Leslie and Ben broke up.
And He Loves Her for the leslie_ben ficathon - "He knew this was coming, but it still takes him by surprise when Leslie crumbles in his office." Post-eclair fic.
There Is Less To Say - "Why so serious, Leslie?" "Because I miss Ben." But of course she doesn't say that out loud.
But Only Time Will Tell - A gratuitous alternate ending to Ben and Leslie’s conversation at the end of “End of the World”.
The Danish-Peruvian Complex - Their countries did always have a very special relationship.
So This Is The New Years - New Years Eve drunk fluff.
Semantics - Leslie swore to the ethics committee that she and Ben didn’t do anything salacious at the Pawnee Super Suites Motel, and she was telling the truth. Technically.
Anonymous - Well the prompt was this - Ron/Anyone (everyone), Anyone/everyone. Ron secretly writes erotica about his coworkers. He leaves it around the office.
Power Struggle - Wrestling, kisses, and a short glimpse into Leslie and Ben's first night together after their road trip to Indianapolis.
If The Person Is A Jerk - Basically, this is the HBO version of this deleted scene. That's it haha. I've given up trying to write things of substance since Leslie and Ben turn my brain into the equivalent of kittens and rainbows.
Like She's Running Out Of Time - A companion piece to 4x16, from Ben’s perspective.
Galentine's one-shots - Tom asks Ben for advice, Bobby Newport jams with Mouse Rat, Ben's courting of Leslie, Andy and April's Valentine's Day, Tom and Ann's first date, Ben's mom sends him pictures, The boys of Pawnee get together and start discussing the girls.
And Happy Is Here To Stay - Still-sneaking Leslie and Ben discuss Carol Brady and Kathy Ireland.
Shackle It To Your Heart - Leslie and Ben share a moment away from the excitement on the night of the election.
48 Hours - A series of vignettes immediately following the season 4 finale.
If You Love Me The Way You Say You Do - Leslie attempts to navigate both her first few months in City Council and a long distance relationship. A loosely structure vignette type story from Leslie's POV.
Encyclopedia Brown Ain't Got Nothing On Me - After Harvest Festival, Tom becomes convinced Ben and Leslie are dating.
Behind Closed Doors Challenge: Ben's Exploration - Ben's POV from The Bubble through I'm Leslie Knope
Third First Kiss - "The first time her lips touch him is after Pawnee Today"
Yes, I Believe You - post-engagement fic
Tumblr Fic Round-Up - A bunch of fics that were written and posted on tumblr first.
Tumblr Fic Round-Up 2 - A bunch of fics that were written and posted on tumblr first (part 2).
Parks kink-fics (aka. the ones I kind of like and am willing to disclose hah)
The Fifty States - Leslie has never had an orgasm.
Solving The Debt Crisis - How April and Andy find out about Ben and Leslie.
People Watching - Ben and Leslie have sex while Ann watches.
Mirrors - She loves that she makes him jumpy (the first anon).
Video Games - Ben and Leslie have Skype Sex
And now this is a little something I wrote for an ADF giftcard contest. The prompt was ten years after Eclipse, write something angsty and canon under 1000 words. This is what happened. Obviously, Edward/Bella, canon:
The first time it happened, Bella cried for three days, or at least cried the best she could. Alice quickly disposed of the bloodied shirt, the bloodied shoes, a ribbon from the young girl’s dress that had knotted into Bella’s hair as she fed, and Edward moved his fingers up and down his wife’s spine, promising that he would help her. Promising that it would get easier.
“I don’t understand, Carlisle.” Edward stares into the fireplace. Bella’s clothes, torn from the hunt, writhe and turn to ash. “It shouldn’t be this hard for her. It shouldn’t. Not still.”
Edward sees that Carlisle wants to place a comforting hand on his shoulder and feels ashamedly relieved when he decides against it. He doesn’t want comfort right now. He wants answers.
“It’s different for everyone,” Carlisle says, “you know that.”
“But Bella isn’t everyone.” Edward rises from a crouch to his full height. “She was… is silent to me. The scent of blood made her nauseous as a human, it doesn’t… I don’t—”
“And we always guessed that these things might make it easier for her to adapt to our way of life, but I’ve been wrong before, Edward. You know that, too.”
Edward rubs a hand over his eyes. He feels tired in a way he didn’t know was possible. “You told me she’d be okay,” he says quietly.
“And she will be,” Carlisle assures him. “She will need more time, but she’ll learn.”
“More than ten years?”
“Son—” This time Carlisle does step closer, clasping Edward’s arm above his elbow. He waits until Edward looks up. “Right now, she just needs your support.”
“How many people have you killed?”
Edward ghosts his thumb over Bella’s brow, tracing along her cheek, the shell of her ear. He doesn’t answer. Stretching her naked legs against his, Bella tucks her head onto his shoulder and murmurs:
“I’ve killed fourteen.”
The silence lingers between them. Their comforter stretches over their bodies, and the cocoon gives the illusion of privacy in a house that provides none.
“Fifty-seven,” Edward admits an hour later, his fingers clutching to the ends of Bella’s hair. “I killed fifty-seven people.”
Bella hums, and for a moment it’s quiet again. Then she speaks.
“You told me you killed people you felt deserved it. Rapists, murderers. You know who I killed?” Bella shifts again, resting her chin against her husband’s breast bone, and her breath hitches over tears that cannot fall. “Six children. The second one was only five.” She exhales unevenly. “I killed a father, too.”
Edward wraps his hands around Bella’s elbow, tugging her closer. He kisses beside her nose, but she only ducks her head, pressing her ear to his shoulder again. “Ten years before we moved to Forks, Esme killed a woman,” he says as he “She was only twenty-five. Had two children.”
He feels her swallow a mouthful of venom, slim neck pulsing against his. “Does that make what I’ve done better?” she says, rather than asks..
“What if I just can’t do this? What if I can never live near humans?”
Edward thinks through many responses. Of course you’ll figure it out. Everything will be alright. We can move somewhere deserted, Antarctica or the rainforest. Everyone slips up now and then. But none of it sounds true, and none of it is what she wants to hear. So he stays silent and lets his body reassure her the only way he knows how.
A year later, Edward runs through the forest in northern Maine, enjoying the feel of unfamiliar leaves under his bare feet. His stomach distends slightly as if very full, the blood of three deer slowly working its way into his system. He’s ready to turn home when he hears Alice, when a blurred vision of Bella flashes in his head.
Her frame hunched over a young man…
Her eyes so red…
And her face…
Run, Alice says. Stop her. Run.
He’s already gone.
Head tilted up, Edward speeds wildly around the trees until the first traces of his wife’s scent lead him east. His toes tear through the brush. He can see a small cabin about a mile ahead and pushes toward it, and all he can think is not again, not another, because he doesn’t know if Bella will be able to take it. He can’t hear the man’s thoughts. His dead heart feels caught in his throat.
The distance seems to stretch forever, but only seconds later, Edward bursts into a clearing where a worn cabin sits, surrounded by a tended garden. He immediately sees Bella curled against the ground, her back digging an indent into the trunk of an old elm tree. The man from Alice’s vision lays face down in his driveway, but something is different.
His back rises and falls every few seconds. The air doesn’t smell like blood.
“I didn’t kill him.”
Bella’s voice comes out in a gasp. Her hands scratch at her throat, leaving angry lines that heal almost instantly, and she ducks her head between her knees. She swallows. Her entire body trembles. Edward takes just a second to look over the man, whose vitals sound completely normal as if he just collapsed from fear.
Then Edward turns to his wife.
She shakes her head. “I didn’t kill him,” she whimpers again. Her fingers press cracks into her shins. “Oh, but I want to.”
In a flash, Edward is at her side. Though she is stronger, he is faster, and his hand grabs hers and yanks her away from the unconscious man before she can lose her control.
Bella’s teeth latch onto Edward’s arm, just once, the instinctive response to someone taking her prey from her, but Edward just holds her tighter, pulls her further away until she is whimpering apologies between hissing breaths.
Her eyes, still a dark golden, stare into his, and finally, he relaxes.
“Come on,” Edward says. “Let’s go hunt.”