A florabella dedicated blog. Fanfiction for shippers of Florence Welch and Isabella Summers can be found here. I am a fairly well-known flow, but I've made this account for fanfiction alone, and "I wish to remain nameless."
I’m still working on the newest chapters of With or Without You and Never Let Me Go.
I was supposed to have them posted by Valentine’s Day, but I’m a failure. However, while you’re waiting on that, have this little ficlet I found on a scrap of notebook paper today. I wrote it like two months ago, and it’s inspired by the Cosmo song that Florence did lead vocals on. It’s super short and written in Flo’s POV, which is unusual for me. It’s also a bit abstract and symbolic. Hope you like it anyhow. xx
I sit at the table, tea in hand. I’m going back to London this morning. You’re at the sink, the cloth in your hand gliding over plates, sliding across cups and forks, the casualties of last night’s dinner. You look out the window from time to time, and a cry catches in my throat. You’re so peaceful there but so troubled, the sunlight catching in the gold of your hair.
I’m silent. Where am I supposed to go now? What do I have to do to stop the silence?
My mind drifts to the immeasurable number of concerts we’ve performed.
Screams, cries, confusion, shadows hitting the stage, and I have to close my eyes to breathe. It’s a hurricane without an eye, and I don’t know if it will ever end. I’m drowning, but I think I like it. It’s a relief. The water is suffocating me and yet… I’m still breathing. What more could I want? What more could anyone want from me?
I call out my battle cry into the microphone, but the mob still wants more. It’s never enough. It will never be enough. I just have to wait until they tire themselves out.
I glance over at you, still serene in the chaos, a small smile gracing your lips. How miraculous. Your eyes meet mine even if for a brief moment, and I am so lucky. You’re bent over that keyboard like it’s the sink. I still see you there.
You’ll never stop doing the dishes.@3 weeks ago with 10 notes
I just think you all should know that THIS is the dress I had in mind when I described what Florence was wearing to the dinner in Chapters 5 and 6 of the Titanic AU. ;)@2 months ago with 12 notes
Hey, guys! Sorry it’s sort of short and not much happens, but there’s more to come soon, I promise! Hope you enjoy! Let me know. xx
Entire Work (in case you need a refresher)
“Good God…” Florence’s melodic voice echoed in the stateroom as she turned around slowly, taking it all in. The paintings on the walls, the shiny golden brass accents on the dark, polished wood, the deep maroon rug, the velvet couch.
I’m working, as we speak, on Never Let Me Go AKA the infamous Titanic AU.
I’ve neglected my fics ridiculously lately, but I’m attempting to remedy the situation.
Stay tuned. I think you’ll like what’s coming.@2 months ago with 11 notes
Sorry it’s taken so long! I intend to get the ball rolling a little faster from now on with this story, but I guess I shouldn’t make any promises. College keeps you busy. But I hope you enjoy this even though it’s short. xx
AO3 Link for this chapter: http://archiveofourown.org/works/763772/chapters/2443179
AO3 Link for entire work (in case you need a refresher): http://archiveofourown.org/works/763772?view_full_work=true
“That’s it!” exclaimed Florence. She leapt up from the couch and bounded over to the far wall, almost falling as she became inadvertently entangled in her own long limbs.@3 weeks ago with 12 notes
New chapters of Never Let Me Go AND With or Without You.
xx@4 weeks ago with 9 notes
Anonymous asked: Wait, I don't get it (sorry I'm slow). Am I supposed to hear the song or read the fic first? Or do both at the same time? Or what? Sorry
read the fic and then play the song and imagine isa doing you know what to flo while she’s singing and that being the reason for Florence’s ahem passionate singing and occasional gasps as the song goes on. ;) hope that helps.@3 months ago with 3 notes