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actiniumwrites · 7 months

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬, 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬✩

𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒎'𝒔 2.5𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 !!

status: closed! ✩ event masterlist

note: thank you so much for 2.5k followers! i am very grateful for the love and support you guys have shown for my writing this past year, it means so so much to me. so thanks to everyone who’s new and those who have stuck around. i can’t wait to see how this blog continues to grow <3

interested in participating in the event? more details are below the cut!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 ✩

for this event, i will be celebrating by writing pieces based on different au’s! we all love the canonverse for genshin, but it’s nice to see our favorite characters in different universes. so, by combining the meanings of crystals as prompts + different au’s, i’ll be writing short stories based on your submissions! note that for some of the crystals i used the opposite meaning so there would be angst and fluff prompts available!

𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑬 ✩

send an ask (can be on anon!) with your selected character + au + crystal(s)

you can send choose up to 3 crystals, but only one au and only one character!

i will only be writing for the same character/au up to two or three times, so everything will be on a first come, first serve basis. if you’re unsure about your character or au being available, you can include a backup in your ask.

please be sure to check the rules before sending an ask! any asks sent pertaining to the event that do not follow the rules will not be written. i also have the right to refuse any request. if i get a lot of requests for this event, it’s likely i won’t be able to write all of them, but i’ll try to get through as many as i can.

sample ask: “hi, act! for your event, can i request wriothesley + actor au + selenite, garnet, and angelite?”

𝑨𝑼'𝑺: choose one!

note: once an au is crossed out, it cannot be selected again. i will allow up to two or three uses of the same au before it cannot be picked again.

artist

actor

bookstore

coffee shop

college

florist

detectives

photographers

royalty

soulmate

time travel

tattoo artist

𝑪𝑹𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑺 : choose up to three!

amber - sickness

amethyst - betrayal

angelite - confessions

black diamond - mistrust

citrine - warmth and comfort

clear quartz - healing from hurt

emerald - loneliness

fluorite - clarity

garnet - self consciousness

hematite - protection

howlite - surrender

jade - gentleness

lapis lazuli - nobility

lepidolite - stress

moonstone - new beginnings

peridot - compassion

rose quartz - pure love

ruby - weakness

sapphire - clouded vision

selenite - hope

serpentine - mystery

sodalite - miscommunication

topaz - forgiveness

tourmaline - sadness

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺: choose one!

note: characters will be crossed off after being taken. the same character can only be written twice :)

men: albedo, diluc, kaeya, venti, xiao, zhongli, baizhu, scaramouche, ayato, heizou, kazuha, itto, thoma, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, kaveh, dottore, neuvillette, lyney, wriothesley, childe, and dainsleif

women: mona, beidou, yelan, ningguang, hu tao, ayaka, kujou sara, kokomi, nilou, dehya, clorinde, and arlecchino

credits: genshin character art is all official art and belongs to hoyoverse (but i altered the coloring over them!). the moon/stars dividers and animated orange dividers are from @/cafekitsune !

#—actinium’s events!#—event: 2.5k followers!

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thescribeoflostmemories · 2 years

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*rolls in* You know what, how about a chit chat about the ideas that you and I have in mind? Au where reader can be a vampire, servant, idol, nun/miko, geisha, royalties, concubine, wandering taoist, imperial consort, mystical creatures like huli jing or bai hu, deities or fallen/ex deities, *snitch* ninjas, or even just a wandering florist (Look i have too much in mind tht i cant rule it all out one by one qwq)

But how about you? What do you usually enjoy writing? What do you have in mind? What kind of scenarios do you like to imagine over and over? Reading all your previous works, readers tend to be in a *better* situation than what I wrote for you (lol RIP reader) And what do you think about my dum dum ideas? I really want to know more about your preferences and ideas yknow `~`

Ah, hello again bubbles. Nice to see you, actually I was in the middle of making your request. Just in time since I do plan to apply 'gothic' vibes.

The nun/miko is interesting since I do enjoy twisting stuff. If you're familiar with the most recent ones... I'm more of a fantasy type person. But others can interest me when I decide to give it a chance.

I have several plans, though they're mostly in the making like "The moon represents my heart" for Capitano. And a personal orchestra conductor for the Fatui. That image of Pierro belting out something akin to "God shattering star" or "Lord of the dead empire" then there's a Dottore fic about his assistant.

Though if you exclude those, i have an idea of a yandere fic where an author got Isekai'd into their book that nearly everything they created 'cares' for you. (Even the narrator)

What do you mean 'better'? That's more of a double meaning for me I'm afraid.

What usually enjoy reading are mostly Yandere scenarios that match with the music I listen to. Like Valse Sementale, or even the nutcracker. My preferences varied that fits the narrative, I read a very interest fic last time and left empty. The ending's great but I needed more of it.

Also your lastest request is interesting, infact I could show you my little note of it if you want.

Then again, if I spill it. I might be encouraged to write more and won't be finished with the others.

Another thing I just thought up about now, how about a concubine reader that haven't met Pantalone yet? Or a modern mafia! Fatui x reader?

How about yours?

#lil fact

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thanksforthedinosaur · 2 years

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june 2022

1. carly rae jepsen - western wind 2. harry styles - music for a sushi restaurant 3. jenny owen youngs - ghosts 4. soccer mommy - bones 5. hovvdy - ruby 6. 宇宙ネコ子 - 日の当たる場所にきて�� 7. florist - spring in hours 8. emily yacina - db cooper 9. katie bejsiuk - feels right 10. natalie evans - driving home late 11. rachel bobbitt - gemini ties 12. joan shelley - amberlit morning 13. jack m. senff - rat in the silo 14. rosie carney - sugar 15. geowulf - lover that waits 16. stella donnelly - lungs 17. sharon van etten - mistakes 18. the juliana theory - less talk 19. porridge radio - end of last year 20. sunflower bean - in flight 21. copeland - coffee 22. mxmtoon - dizzy 23. noah cyrus - mr. percocet 24. remi wolf - michael 25. charlie houston - lately 26. tate mcrae - what would you do? 27. sasha alex sloan - i h8 myself 28. mallrat - teeth 29. father koi - soft spot 30. sneaker kids - nobody else 31. alaina castillo - sad girls always finish first 32. the seshen - air 33. upsahl - monica lewinsky 34. elio - i luv my brain! 35. not the main characters - lava 36. mothica - last cigarette (feat. au/ra) 37. london mars - bleach (with kailee morgue) 38. stars - patterns 39. triathalon - time 40. florence + the machine - dream girl evil 41. tops - janet planet 42. hater - renew, reject 43. momma - lucky 44. thank you, i'm sorry - parliaments 45. pool kids - that's physics, baby 46. alex g - blessing 47. elephant gym - witches 48. beach bunny - karaoke 49. silverstein - ultraviolet 50. awakebutstillinbed - ride 51. goon - angelnumber 1210 52. real friends - always lose 53. joyce manor - don't try 54. curtail - hiya 55. perspective, a lovely hand to hold - still (everyday) 56. my chemical romance - the foundations of decay 57. sincere engineer - library of broken bindings 58. tender - long time coming 59. brothertiger - laminar flow 60. wednesday campanella - himiko 61. miraa may - big woman (feat. stefflon don) 62. terror jr - be some body 63. aldn - sink 64. funeral - intheroom 65. tohji - twilight zone 66. kendrick lamar - silent hill 67. logic - orville (feat. like, blu & exile) 68. hus kingpin - just one of those days 69. method man - switch sides (feat. jadakiss, eddy i, 5th pxwer) 70. reyna - orgullosa 71. umi - wish that i could 72. leikeli47 - baseball 73. nyarons - traumatic 74. sabrina claudio - better version 75. sipprell - stay out of it 76. yuna - make a move https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7o1rJQQ3IAy6rXHsUzOgmx?si=5b5b3582fe604e0d

#mae makes playlists

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3cf · 3 years

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Black Roses Aren't Real (but you and I are) by MorganBartonRomanoff

When the beautiful redhead moves in across from Cupid's Flowers, Clint is thrilled. He is less so when he finds out that she is a florist too.

They can't seem to have one normal conversation and she infuriates him every time they have to interact, but as they're forced to look at each other all day every day, they find something they have in common. Flowers. And then it's more than that.

#Hawkeye Universe #hu fic MBs #fic MBs #hu fic <3 #MBs #hu MBs #hu moodboard #Clintasha #Clintasha Fanfic #florist au #hu florist au #MorganBartonRomanoff fanfic

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beelzebubisbestwaifu · 4 years

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Flowers for my boys (pt 4)

Coffee/flower shop AU

Demons x reader - gender neutral, fluff, pining

The charm of Diavolo’s cafe comes from, admittedly, a variety of things. Be it the cute pastries, the way the foam on the coffee is always in perfect hearts, or perhaps it’s the eight (sometimes nine) cute demons who run the place.

“Would you like more tea, my dear?” Lucifer hums, addressing a young woman sitting in the corner. Said woman and her friend giggle a bit, nervous in the presence of the eldest brother. Across the cafe, Satan cracks a witty joke about a book in the hands of a young college student. The young man responds with wide eyes, amazed that someone knew the obscure literature in his grasp.

“The scones are great,” Beams Beelzebub, chatting with a young mother and her daughter, “But here, have a cake pop on the house! I’m testing a new recipe.” The ginger demon hands the young girl an adorable lilac colored cake pop, glittery sprinkles on the top. Big bright eyes beam up at Beel.

“Thank you mister!”

“Honestly? I know some good sites for finding manga,” Levi hums, leaning on the counter and talking to three otaku customers. Regulars who know who to talk to for their anime and manga needs. The three young humans listen with intense fascination. Meanwhile, Belphegor approaches and hands a young goth their coffee. The two exchange an understanding nod, unspoken in their mutual respect. As the black-clad young person walks off, Belphie approaches his twin, making silly faces at the young girl from behind Beelzebub’s shoulder.

“Bleehhhhh,” Diavolo giggles, making faces at a baby outside. The parent watching in adoration as the handsome demon crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out. Coos from the infant have long since replaced their previous wails. Of course, Diavolo has no idea how adorable it is that he can stop babies from crying. Lucifer is too scared to bring it up.

“Nice necklace, ma’am,” Mammon hums, pouring the elderly woman a glass of water, “You’ve got good taste, I gotta admit it.” The lady grins, her cheeks rosy. She’d become a regular after her husband passed, finding the brothers (and Dio) to be like grandsons to her. Mammon always understands her heirlooms, bringing them in sometimes for appraisals.

“Ugh, Darling!!” Asmodeus coos, holding the hand of a gorgeous young makeup artist, “Who does your nails, sweetie?? I’m dying to know.” The two chat about their shared love for finery and beauty. The young man’s blush not from the makeup at all as he receives the loving attention from the beautiful demon.

Such is the natural day-to-day life of the cafe. Newcomers mix in with regulars, their faces and names remembered by the demons as they come and go.

But today, as a beautiful body enters the empty cafe, the brothers lack the words to even address them.

“Ah! (y/n)!” Diavolo greets, waving at the young human, “What brings you here?”

“We don’t need flowers?” Mammon mumbles, genuinely confused as to why the lovely florist would visit them.

“Oh no...I’m... here to try the tea and snacks,” (y/n) blushes a bit, fiddling with the sleeves of their sweater. The hearts of the demons stop, their eyes darting to each other as if to dare them to try and take the attention of their crush.

“Oh! Well then,” Diavolo approaches, gently offering his arm, “You can have the best spot in the cafe! Follow me dear.” Placing a hand on his arm, (y/n) giggles and follows him towards a beautiful two-person table in the reading nook of the cafe. The smell of old parchment and leather filling the air and mingling with the scent of coffee and tea.

“Would you like a menu?” Lucifer, who’s been trailing behind, chimes in.

“Um...” (y/n) hums, pressing a finger to their bottom lip in thought. The brothers stare at the spot where soft plush skin meets the soft pad of a finger. “Surprise me! I wanna know what you guys like.” The words barely register with the group, Mammon still staring at (y/n)’s mouth intensely.

“Ah!! You heard em,” Lucifer huffs, herding his siblings off, “M o v e.” The demons scatter like ants, leaving Belphegor. The demon having already grabbed a glass of ice and a pitcher of water. Setting the glass down, Belphie smiles and fills (y/n)’s cup with crystal-clear water.

“Hi Belphie,” Coos the florist, “You look lovely today, dear.” A slight blush ghosts over the youngest brother’s ears.

“Thank you (y/n), you’re always so sweet to us,” Belphegor smiles and walks off, disappearing into the kitchen. Though the florist is so distracted by this, they havent noticed Asmodeus plop down across from them with a plate of samples.

“Hello beautiful,” Asmo grins, taking a fork and skewering a piece of strawberry cheesecake and holding it up to (y/n)’s lips, “Say ‘ah’!” the human giggles, leaning forward and parting their lips , taking the cheesecake into their mouth and closing their eyes. Savoring the sweet flavor of the strawberry mixing in with the richness of the cheesecake.

“Mmmm,” Hums the radiant human, opening their eyes and seeing the glowing face of Asmo, “So yummy!” The demon smiles back, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry and holding it up to (y/n). Said human takes a bite, lips stained by the pink juice from the sweet treat. The undying urge to kiss the human grips Asmodeus, his whole body tensing as he stares at (y/n)’s glistening lips. But he doesn’t know if such a kiss would be reciprocated, and given his reputation as Avatar of Lust it must be better to take things slow with his puppy-love crush.

“My tuuuurrrrnnnn,” Huffs Levi, yanking Asmo out of the way and plopping down in his seat with a cup of bubble tea. The demon of lust grumbles and walks away, arms crossing.

“Hi Levichan,” Coos (y/n), “What flavor is this?” A blush explodes on Levi’s face as he holds out the cup.

“I-It’s black tea with a little bit of milk and t-tapioca pearls,” Leviathan blushes aggressively, “Classic bubble tea...yknow...” Looking away, the envious demon tries to find something, anything to look at that isn’t the most beautiful 3D entity he’s ever seen. But when a soft hand is placed over the two he’s got clasped around the cup, Levi snaps his gaze back to (y/n). The human has their hands placed over his, sipping from the bubble tea with a smile. Once they’ve pulled back, the human licks their lips and grins.

“It’s delicious! Did you make this yourself?” (y/n) asks, watching with curious eyes. But the last few minutes have effectively fried the poor otaku’s brain, his face hot enough to cook an egg. Leviathan stands, leaving the cup and running away. (y/n) sits confused, sipping the tea and wondering if they had said something offensive.

“Don’t mind him, dear,” Satan smiles, sitting down and placing a fresh croissant in front of the lovely human. Reaching over, the blonde places his hand over (y/n)’s, leaving their free hand to pick up and nibble on the croissant. The two sit in relative silence, Satan watching his “date” with big curious eyes. His thumb rubs over (y/n)’s soft skin, tracing little circles.

“Mmmmm,” (y/n) smiles, licking their lips and winking, “All this stuff is so good! You guys are just so darn talented. I’m glad I’ve come to know you all.” A light blush dusts over Satan’s face, his heart fluttering at the sweet words of his sweet little love.

“Satan,” Beelzebub walks up, a plate full of treats, “Mammon set the kitchen on fire.” Satan stands, racing off to the kitchen in a mild panic. The moutainous demon sits down in Satan’s place, a smile on his lips.

“Oh my, is everything okay??” (y/n) squeaks, about to stand. Beel’s hand comes out and gently touches the florist’s hand.

“Yeah. I lied about the fire,” Beel smiles, watching his “little snack” with a smile, “They’ll fall for anything.” (y/n) giggles, sitting down and addressing the pile of scones, cake pops, mini muffins, and tarts.

“Do you make all this stuff?” They ask, picking up a small chocolate muffin and making quick work of it.

“Mhm!” Beel grins, “I love food so... I learned to make it.” A light blush dances on the burly man’s cheeks.

“Well I dunno if I can eat all this,” chuckles the human, “so how about I take a bite and you can have the rest?”

“Okay!” Beelzebub grins, delighted at the fact that he can both eat and, more importantly, eat with (y/n). And so the human smiles, taking gentle bites of the snacks before handing the rest to their demonic friend. Said demon swallows the rest of the food item whole with a grin. Once the plate is empty, Beelzebub stands and collects the plates.

“That was all so good, Beel!” (y/n) smiles, watching the demon wave shyly and walk away. The empty space doesn’t last long as Mammon sits down. “sitting” in this instance is defined as “aim lower body at chair and throw self”.

“...hey,” Mammon blushes, handing over a mug of bubbling juice, “drink...I guess.” the blush grows stronger as (y/n) raises the mug to their lips, tasting the bubbly apple juice.

“Mm,” they hum, smiling widely, “Do you guys make this stuff yourself?”

“Yeah,’ Mammon puffs up in pride, “I make it.”

“Good,” (y/n) tilts their head with a sweet smile, “The taste reminds me of you.” That’s the last straw. Mammon’s face explodes in a blush, he slams a small box on the table and runs away, unable to handle any more. The startled human opens the box, revealing an enamel pin. The pin is a bottle of fizzy apple juice, the word ‘Mammon’s’ written on the label of the little bottle. A smile graces (y/n)’s lips as they attach the enamel pin to their jacket.

“Hello, (y/l/n),” the silky smooth voice of Lucifer hums as he sits down, placing a latte in front of them. The creamy foam on top in an adorable heart with an arrow through it.

“Oh my!” giggles the florist, “It’s beautiful, do you do this yourself?” The eldest brother nods, smiling.

“Yes, I prefer black coffee but there’s something fun about doing these designs,” the demon’s crimson eyes dart around for a moment before resting on (y/n) once again, “go ahead, try it.” hands wrap around the cup, bringing it to the human’s lips and sipping the sweet coffee. Once (y/n) puts the cup back down, though, there’s a layer of foam on their upper lip. The eldest brother rests his elbows on the table, his chin in his hands as he stares in amusement.

“What?” (y/n) giggles, not knowing why he’s staring.

“Nothing, nothing. Just enjoying the view.” A blush coats (y/n)’s cheeks as they realize the foam is on their face. Lucifer holds up a napkin, gently dabbing away the foam and smiling.

“S-sorry,” squeaks the cutie.

“No need to be.”

“Lucifer,” Diavolo calls, “Could I get your help with something?” Lucifer stands, giving a small bow.

“Have a lovely evening, dear.” Lucifer turns, walking off with a small flourish. The human smiles, sipping the various beverages on the table.

“May I sit here?” Belphie’s voice cuts in, though he’s already sitting.

“Um, sure?” (y/n) hums, smiling. The two sitting in comfortable silence with each other.

“I brought you a brownie,” Belphegor smiles, handing over a small plate, “Beel taught me how to make them.” (y/n) smiles, eating the brownie with a smile. The sweet is actually pretty good. It melts in their mouth, the chocolate is dark and slightly bitter but still good.

“Yum!” wiping their mouth, (y/n) gives Belphegor a sweet smile, “Thank you.” The demon nods, looking over as Diavolo approaches.

“Could I talk to you, (y/n)?” Diavolo hums, offering his arm again. (y/n) casts a glance towards Belphie, waiting for the “go ahead” from him. A nod confirms that the beloved human is, indeed, allowed to leave.

Holding onto Diavolo’s arm, (y/n) is led outside where the privacy is.

“(Y/n), Thank you,” Diavolo starts, blushing a bit, “You’ve made our work in the human realm so warm and comforting. We hardly even think it’s work sometimes. And I know your presence makes the brothers happy...and...it makes me happy.” The prince blushes, looking away shyly before pressing a kiss to (y/n)’s cheek. “Thank you for being around. You’re a great companion.” Diavolo turns, not waiting to listen for a reply, and walks into the shop.

“Huh...” (y/n) presses their fingertips to their cheek, blushing and walking off to their car. A new bubbly feeling in their chest as they get ready to go home.

Perhaps there’s more than one type of sweet to be had at Diavolo’s cafe.

#Obey me #swd #shall we date #obey me swd #obey me x reader #Flowers for my boys

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thatishogwash · 4 years

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Not a Surprise

KuroDai Mid-Birthday Week 2019 December 9th, Day 1: Magical Realism/Tattoo Artist & Florist AU

AO3

Kuroo pauses outside the the tattoo parlors doors, looking surprised as he takes notices of the shop next door. It had been under construction for months now, a huge disturbance to everyone who worked at the tattoo shop, but it looks complete now. There are two huge barrels full of overflowing flowers, soft hued pastels that contrast nicely with the light blue the new owner of the shop had painted the building. There’s several hanging planters, greenery flowing almost artistically down. The only thing that seems off is the hand painted open sign but even that is charming in a ‘my third grader did this’ kind of way.

The sight makes the corner of Kuroo’s lips tip upwards despite the constant noise and ruckus the constructors workers had caused for months on end. Kuroo thought he was going to have to start using earbuds just so his concentration wouldn’t be shot while tattooing.

Kuroo takes a step into the parlor and is met with a second surprise that morning. There is a number of vases filled to the brim with brightly colored flowers. They are all different, unique in their own way and despite the scribbled Open sign there is also a clear artistry to who ever had made them. They should clash with each other or not look right in the modern and minimalist design the parlor sports but instead they fit right in, bringing just the right amount of color and warmth into the front room.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Misaki says, big smile planted on her face as she touches the purple and white bundle that sits on her desk. “The new owner from next door brought them over this morning as an apology for all the noise.” Misaki is probably the most tattooed out of all of them. She has full sleeves, a huge chest piece, her entire back is covered, and she has a circle of tattoos going around her neck. The only place she hasn’t tattooed is her left thigh, where her soulmate mark stretches from her outer midthigh up to her waist. Kuroo tilts his head as he realizes that the bouquet on her desk matches her mark perfectly.

“He was very apologetic.”�� Akaashi speaks up, tone soft as his eyes catch on his own bouquet before quickly looking away. Kuroo can feel his smirk widening as he catches sight of the pink spreading on Akaashi’s cheeks. The other tattoo artist had been the most annoyed by the disturbance nextdoor, though he would never admit to it, far too polite to do so. About a month into construction there had been a rather loud bang then cursing. The tattoo parlor shared a wall with the new florist next door, and Akaashi had the unfortunate luck to have his desk right against that wall. Akaashi had been so frustrated he had snapped his pencil in half, stood up abruptly, gathered his items, and excused himself. He had found solace in the small coffee shop down the road.

Actually Kuroo and the others thought he found much more than a good place to work given that he was now always wearing long sleeved shirts to hide his previously unbloomed soulmark. Kuroo, Misaki, and Matsukawa had all gone to the coffee shop to try and figure out who exactly Akaashi had met there. They had figured out it had to be an employee, given how Akaashi had made it a daily ritual to go down there for lunch, but they couldn’t figure out which employee.

Kuroo had his money on Bokuto though Misaki and Matsukawa called him out for personal bias. Kita, who claimed he was uninvolved in their spying, said it couldn’t be Bokuto considering Akaashi had already known the outgoing barista and while they were friends, had never shown romantic interest in each other. Kuroo still hoped it was Bokuto.

Misaki thought it was the new barista, Yachi. She was tiny and adorable, but mostly it was because while she seemed a nervous mess with everyone else she relaxed around Akaashi. Kuroo could even admit they would make an adorable couple.

Matsukawa thought it was Iwaizumi. While he wasn’t new he had mostly worked the night shifts and had recently switched to the day shifts. Kuroo was insulted no one called bias on Matsukawa considering he had known the burly baker since high school.

“He was very handsome too.” Misaki said, trying to hide her grin and failing miserably at it. Kuroo drops his bag on his own desk, taking note of the fiery reds and oranges that make up his own set of flowers. He wants to bend down and take a deep breath but will have to wait until no one is around to witness and then make fun of him for it.

“Are you meddling in my affairs again?” Kuroo asks without venom, moving the flowers to the other side of his desk and taking a seat. The problem with being now one of the only single people in a business full of those who had already found their soulmates meant people were constantly trying to help him.

Kuroo did not need nor want help finding his soulmate. He was of the mindset that if he never met them then that would be fine too. He had made an entire career out of reasons why finding “the one” didn’t always turn out in a happily ever after.

Like most artists, Kuroo had a speciality. He did other work every once and a while but mostly he was kept quite busy with doing coverups. Cover Ups involving soulmate marks specifically speaking. There were a lot of reasons to get a mark covered up. Sometimes people did not want their life dictated by a magical phenomenon that was practically unexplainable even in their modern age. If a soulmate died then their mark died with them, leaving the mark looking faded, dull, and tarnished. Rejection also came into play, twisting the mark into something akin to a rotted looking scar.

Kuroo’s own mark started practically at his left knee, up the length of his outer thigh, spreading out over his side and ribs, curving around his chest and up his shoulder, peeking out onto his neck and almost covering his entire left bicep. The blooms were tightly closed and while he never shied away from telling others about his disinterest in soulmarks he left that area of his body free of tattoos. He told himself it was because he was picky about what he put on his body but considering the amount of times he had let others tattoo on him for practice when he was younger he knew he was full of it.

“You should go over and introduce yourself, it’s the neighborly thing to do.” Misaki said hopefully.

“I’ll pass.” Kuroo pulls out his sketchbook and tablet. He has a lot of work to catch up on now that things are back to being quiet. Misaki pouts but she lets it go, which Kuroo is thankful for.

Kuroo uses the flowers on his desk as a warmup for his sketches. It’s only logical, a lot of his art contains flowers so why not use the ones right in front of him.

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A month later Kuroo found himself stepping into the flower shop for the first time. It was bustling as always, even more overflowing with flowers and plants crowding every inch of available space. Kuroo found himself having to duck and shift constantly to avoid knocking anything over. He kind of enjoyed the chaos even though he couldn’t imagine working in such a place day after day. Nothing seemed organized, not by any standard he could tell and the aisles were set up haphazardly as if the plants came first and the people were only a minor thought.

There’s only one employee that Kuroo can see, a guy with brown buzzed hair who is shorter than Kuroo but even from a distance Kuroo can see he’s built well enough. The warm smile and pastel pink shirt he wears underneath the gray apron give him a friendly appearance as he chats amiably with the people he is ringing up. He doesn’t look anxious and pressured despite the queue.

“Hello! Sorry for the wait, how can I help you?” Kuroo turns towards the loud voice, as do several people in the store. There is another employee, only noticeable because of the gray apron with the store logo on it, this one is quite short with ridiculously spiky hair and some of the biggest eyes Kuroo has ever seen. The employee isn’t talking to Kuroo but a confused looking young teenager so Kuroo continues about his business, making his way steadily and slowly towards the back of the shop.

“Moniwa,” Kuroo startles at the low baritone, turning to see someone leaning out a door with an Employees Only sign on it. He’s also wearing a gray apron, though he would tower over both of the other employees. A short man with curly black hair leans closer, nervously fidgeting with his bag. “Would you like to see the orchids?”

“Oh! Hello Ushijima! Shouldn’t you help with the crowd?” The man, Moniwa Kuroo can only guess, asks. The taller man with some of the widest shoulders Kuroo has ever seen and clear green eyes looks around the shop before his eyes land back on Moniwa. Kuroo pretends to look at some small blue flowers as he eavesdrops.

“Hoshiumi and Nakashima have it under control.” Ushijima says in a voice devoid of emotion, as far as Kuroo can tell anyways. “Sawamura told me to let them handle it and he should be back soon.” Kuroo could understand not wanting the giant to interact and scare away customers. But just when he was thinking the large man was akin to a robot his eyes softened and his voice, if possible, lowered. “Do you not want to see the orchids?”

“No no, please I would love to.” Moniwa said, flushing adorably. Kuroo ducked his head to hide his grin, not that he needed to since the two were clearly in their own world.

Kuroo wandered around the store, enjoying his time to people watch. The two workers flitted from customer to customer, bright and welcoming in their own ways. Neither seemed to lose any patience no matter how long a customer hummed with indecision, carefully making suggestions until a mutual understanding was met and everyone walked away happy.

Kuroo was so busy watching these interactions that he ran right into someone. Kuroo would never be called a small man, though he was more on the lanky side, but he stumbled back a couple steps before regaining his footing while the other person barely swayed.

“I’m sorry.” A deep voice apologized from behind the heavy bag of dirt they were carrying over a broad shoulder. He put it down, nudging the bag beneath an overflowing table. “I should have been paying more attention to where I was going, are you okay?” Big brown eyes stared at him from beneath the bill of a baseball cap.

“It’s okay, my fault.” Kuroo said easily. The man in front of him wasn’t wearing the same apron as the other workers but he had a sweatshirt the same soft gray with the company's logo on the front.

“Have you been helped yet?” The man asked, pushing the sleeves of the sweatshirt up to reveal nicely toned and tanned forearms. Kuroo told himself his spike of interest in that newly revealed stretch of skin was purely professional, he could make some beautiful art with that man.

On that man. Kuroo could make beautiful art on that man.

“It’s my mothers birthday, I thought she might enjoy some flowers.” Kuroo forced himself to meet those soft brown eyes and not stare at anything else. Due to the cramped and crowded shop they had to stand quite close and from that distance it was obvious the handful of centimeters Kuroo held over the other man, who had to crane his neck up to look Kuroo in the eye. It was adorable and Kuroo knew he was in trouble.

“Any specific colors?” The man asked.

“Yellow?” Kuroo scratched at his neck as glanced around the shop, noticed that both of the employees were staring at them before hurriedly going back to their jobs when they were caught. “Are their cat friendly flowers? I know a lot are poisonous and my mom has three.”

“That will help narrow it down.” The shorter man hummed before he started to make his way through the store, grabbing flowers at seemingly random. Kuroo watched him gather a couple different yellow ones but he pulled in some light blues and purples too.

“I’m Kurro.” Kuroo introduced himself as he followed behind the man, who shot a grin over his shoulder, revealing a single dimple in his cheek that made Kuroo walk directly into a table.

“So you’re the other tattoo artist I missed.” He was looked up and down before he turned back around to continue gathering flowers. “Your friend, Misaki, she described you to a tee.” Kuroo cringed at that and patted down his hair. Misaki never had anything nice to say about his hair.

“So you must be the owner?” Kuroo thought of the name of the new flower shop. “Sa’mura was it?” He recieved a glare for that and felt something twist pleasantly in his stomach. “You were causing quite a ruckus, disturbed the peace for months.”

“Ruckus?” Sawamura snorted. “What are you, 70?” Kuroo sputtered at that.

“It’s a perfectly good word!” Kuroo defended, wondering when the teasing had been turned back on him and why exactly he liked that so much.

“Okay Grandpa.” The dimple was back. Kuroo did not walk into a table but he did get nailed in the head with a hanging pot. “Watch it.”

“I’m sorry I’m not from the lollypop guild and able to navigate this place like you.” Kuroo rubbed his temple, wondering if it would bruise.

“I’m above average height.” Sawamura angrily snatched up another yellow flower.

“For a 12 year old girl, sure.” Kuroo teased.

“You know what, I think the backroom needs a little work.” Sawamura stepped behind the counter, the shorter employee with the buzz cut stepped back with his hands held up in surrender. “Shouldn’t be too long, maybe a month or twelve. Construction won’t disturb your work too much, will it?” He tore off a long piece of brown paper.

“Speaking of that, you kind of owe me.” Kuroo couldn’t see Sawamura’s eyebrows due to the baseball cap but he was sure they were raised. “A lot of my work involves flowers, you should let me come in and sketch to make up for all the ruckus.” Kuroo leaned against the counter and gave his best smirk, the one that made Akaashi’s lip curl up in disgust.

“Oh should I? Really? Because I’ve been losing sleep over the fact that starting my own business might have inconvenienced you for a little bit of time.” Sawamura put the now wrapped flowers on the counter before storming off. Kuroo made a pleased noise as he took them, they were artfully arranged and the paper wrapping with the twine gave it a finished look.

“How much do I owe you?” Kuroo asked, glancing at the two bug eyed employees and then to the retreating back of their boss.

“It’s on the house!” Sawamura yelled, shoulders relaxed despite his tone.

“So when should I stop by for those sketches?” Kuroo couldn’t help but push his luck.

“Tomorrow at seven!” Sawamura stomped into the back room and Kuroo tapped the counter happily before making his way out of the store.

Kuroo’s mother loved the flowers and he was only partly surprised when she yanked on the neckline of his shirt, demanding answers about his partly bloomed soulmate mark.

#kurodaiweek #kurodaiweek2019 #kurodai #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #sawmaura daichi #my writing

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I, in fact, do

I wrote @peanut-butter-and-juli a Good Omens au. It’s not great but here have optimistic wedding planner Aziraphale and Florist Crowley.

Word Count: 843

Warnings: None, it’s just short and sweet. I apologize for any uncharacteristic Aziraphale and Crowley, they are hard to write for me at least. Enjoy!

“Grow god damn it. I swear to you if you don’t grow in the next 5 minutes, I’m burning you all to ashes!” Red-faced and teaming with anger, Crowley let out a bitter sigh, the Ranunculus drooping from their stem. Of course, the florist hadn’t meant to yell, but Crowley was known for his temperament, especially when it came to his flowers. Brooding in the corner of the small shop, Crowley would glance over at the flowers every couple of minutes, annoyance pumping through his chest each time the Ranunculus’s height remained the same,

“No need to glare dear, flowers grow at their own pace. You of all people should know that.” His partner chided as he glided through the small shop, his wedding planning book in hand. His eyes flashed quickly over the small room, a small frown at the sight of the unorganized mess but said nothing, opting to stand beside Crowley, and directing the glaring florist to the book in hand,

“Now, this week we have a small wedding for one Ms. Anathema and one Mr. Newton. Oh, Crowley, it’s such a lovely thing! The wedding will be absolutely gorgeous!” the planner gushed, he doesn’t mean to but something about the intricate beauty of marriage, plus being gifted the opportunity to have a part in helping create the atmosphere of the wedding, was something he couldn’t help but go on and on about,

“Yes, Aziraphale. I’m sure the wedding will be absolutely gorgeous, as the wedding before, and the wedding before that. It’s the same speech every time Angel, just tell me the flowers you’ll need for the arrangement, and I pray there aren’t any Ranunculus’s involved because they don’t seem to be growing well enough.” Crowley seethed, sparing another withering glare over to his flowers,

“Alright, Alright, the wedding is only small, maybe 50 guests, five guests to a table so that would be 10 arrangements for those and then add an extra for the bride. Now for the tables, they want pink and white Peonies with eucalyptus and then for the bride’s bouquet she wants just white Roses. They have just the most gorgeous soft pink color scheme, with pink-hued fairy lights and chairs. Aren’t you excited for them Crowley?” Aziraphale asked, a whimsical smile resting ever so gently on his lips, his wedding book held tightly to his chest,

“Sure, yes, I am teaming with joy Angel.” Crowley deadpanned, sweeping across the room to ready the arrangements,

“So when is this wedding?”

“Two days from now,” Aziraphale replied, his eyes following the florist’s movements, Crowley moved efficiently through the unorganized shop, it was almost as if he was floating from flower to flower, eyes trained carefully on them, inspecting each Peony and Rose to make sure there was not a petal out of place. It was so strange, watching the ill-tempered man who yelled at plants, plucking them with unseen gentleness. Harsh gazes melted into soft glances, fingers that often found themselves balled up with anger, stretched and delicately grasping the picked flower. Crowley’s method of making his plants grow was a bit unorthodox but the florist’s flowers always seemed to bloom seamlessly, the flowers perfect for their weddings each and every time. Aziraphale thought it to be a miracle.

“Angel, you’re staring.” Crowley teased, watching as the wedding planner burned a glorious red. Secretly, the ill-tempered man had a soft spot for the book-wielding man, a soft smile climbing onto his lips at the sound of the squeak that filled the room,

“I-I was most definitely not staring.” Aziraphale countered, but it fell on deaf ears, Crowley back to focusing on his flower arrangements.

Aziraphale didn’t know how much time had passed, but the arrangements were placed in front of him, Crowley giving him an uncharacteristic shy smile,

“This wedding is going to be beautiful, isn’t it?” The florist muttered softly, eyes trained on the soft colored flowers, Aziraphale humming in agreement,

“Of course, as you said, it will be just as beautiful as the last wedding.” Carefully he opened his book that lay next to the flowers, Aziraphale opening it up to his sketches of the decor and colors he and the bride had whipped together. The perfect blending of different pink hues, balanced with your traditional wedding white, it truly was one of Aziraphale’s favorite designs,

“We make a good team, Crowley. You with your flowers, and me with my brilliant artist eye.” Aziraphale joked,

“We really do Angel. We are the best in business. Promise me when we get married, we will be the ones to do everything?” Crowley asked, his eyes still focused on the flowers, his mind a universe away, a universe where his temper was a little softer, and his optimistic planner was always by his side. The man didn’t even realize how much he let slip out of his mouth, nor did he notice the way Aziraphale flushed, eyes widened with giddiness,

“Of course dear. We’ll do everything, all the way up to be able to say, I do.”

#freaky writes #freaky babbles #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #florist!crowley #weddingplanner!aziraphale #this is short and slightly bad #sorry juli I was gonna make it longer but I ran out of ideas #hope this suffices

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ao3feed-pacific-rim · 4 years

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Silently a Flower blooms

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32wW3XR

by Basilintime

Hermann, prince of the flower kingdom, wants desperately to help his people get out from under his father's tyrannical rule. If it helps him escape his arranged marriage; all the better. With the help of a book, some magic and just a little bit of math; Hermann is able to open a portal to another world in hopes of finding the help they need.

What he finds, instead, is a world without magic. And a man name Newton.

Will he be able to get home and help the rebellion free his kingdom all while finding love? Or will he wilt away in an unfamiliar and harsh world with no way of knowing what becomes of his home?

Words: 4865, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb, Lars Gottlieb, Tendo Choi, Aleksis Kaidonovsky, Sasha Kaidonovsky, Chuck Hansen, Hercules Hansen, Mako Mori, Raleigh Becket, Jin Wei, Cheung Wei, Hu Wei, Karla Gottlieb, Stacker Pentecost

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb

Additional Tags: Fantasy AU, flower fae, Alternate Dimensions, Professor Newt, florist mako, some fantasy violence, magic use, Interdimensional Travel, meet cute with rebellion

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32wW3XR

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #pacific rim

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incorrect-got-quotes · 6 years

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College Teachers AU Info. (Just in case anyone can think of some sort of quote to submit)

THERE IS A LOT HERE. I COULDN’T EVEN TAG EVERYTHING

Cat is the president of the school. She regularly has meetings with her kids about Rickon. They usually end in her facepalming.

Ned is like, the assistant president of the school. He like, goes around, checking on classes. Whenever someone’s supposed to be sitting in on and observing a class it’s usually him.

Robb is a PoliSci professor. In this AU he is 32. His students all adore him. Any of his students that are attracted to guys have a huge crush on him. He thinks it’s kind of cool, but he still does a good job of teaching his students. His students all call him King Robb, and on Teacher Appreciation day, they bought him a plastic crown and red fur cape to wear. He wore it for three days. Hemakes parodies of songs using the sounds that his direwolf makes and shows them to his class. One day, he felt too tired to really teach, so he just put on the entirety of the Important Playlist to watch. He’s married to Theon.

Jon is an American Soccer coach. He also teaches first aid. In this AU he is 31. His players don’t really know what to make of him. He’s nice, but he’s also very quiet. He hates it when his players make fun of their teammates for not being as good, but he also gets mad at anyone who is not trying their hardest, and is thus failing. He at least try to find out what’s going on first, but if he decides that it’s not worth not trying their best, he’ll crack down on them. He also stresses the importance of grades first, and if anyone tries to use sports as an excuse for failing a class, he suspends them from the team. He’s engaged to Ygritte.

Sansa is an English lit professor. In this AU she is 28. Her students know to respect her. She has them read up to 20 books a semester, which she highly encourages you also watch the movie for. She also encourages a lot of debate within her classes, and some of her students think it’s because she loves drama. She LOVES theories about the books they read, so if you can come up with a unique theory (like Pearl is a lesbian in The Scarlet Letter) or even propose a theory that’s interesting even if it has already been discussed (like that characters from the Fall of the House of Usher are vampires in an incestuous relationship), then you definitely will get a higher score. The gayer the theory, the high the points. She’s married to Margaery.

Arya is a Military History professor. In this AU she is 26. Her students are both in love with her, and very afraid of her. She is a generally very cool teacher, but they are also well aware of the fact that she is the best in her self defense class, and all her martial arts classes. It is a common joke between her students to say that she “got a degree in ass whooping.” The last time one of her students handed in something really late (like 2 weeks late), they could swear it was like staring down the face of death. She occasionally will answer questions about her religion, because not a lot of people know about the Many-Faced God, but a lot of the time she likes to leave them in the dark about it. She’s dating Myrcella.

Bran is a Psych professor. In the AU he is 25. He tends to teach with a more lax demeanor, to the point where his students aren’t sure whether he’s alive or not. They’re also convinced that he’s a little crazy, because sometimes he goes off on rants about random topics. He has a lot of memes made about him by his students, including the “sliding into your dms like” meme, where the clip is him rolling into the classroom in his wheelchair. His students, like everyone else, don’t know which Reed sibling he’s dating, and they have a bet goind on which one.

Rickon is not a teacher. In this AU he is 21. He was forced to attend the school after 3 years of “taking a break” by his parents, who he still lives with. He is actually not too bad of a student, but he abuses the fact that he ends up having all of his siblings for teachers. Or at least, he tries to abuse it. The others aren’t really having it. He has a crush on Shireen.

Shireen is a student as well. Like Arya, she is 26. She also is there because of an extended break from school, but that’s more because her parents advised her against going to college. Mainly due to her greyscale. She is a very good student, always attentive, always brings in her work early, and always gets top marks. She knows Arya from when they were kids, and occasionally used to babysit Rickon, and thus finds her current attraction to him kind of weird.

Brienne is Catelyn’s secretary/assistant/bodyguard. Technically she is only Cat’s secretary and assistant, but everyone is well aware that Brienne would kick their ass if they tried to threaten Cat. She’s dating Jaime.

Theon is the Archery coach. His players think he’s a bit obnoxious, but he also tends to be pretty cool. He’s married to Robb.

Ygritte is the girl’s Archery coach. She and Theon have a bit of a rivalyry going on, which she is winning. Her players adore her. She is engaged to Jon.

Margaery is an American lit professor. She doesn’t expect nearly as many books as Sansa, but she does still love theories. Her favorite theories involve the most drama in them. She, like Sansa, loves debates in her class, for the same reason as Sansa. She is married to Sansa.

Gendry is a mechanic, which confuses many people as to why he would take such a low paying job when he is the mayor’s eldest child. He doesn’t work at the school, but occasionally he will come in to help with any sort of issues they may have. He is rooming with Arya and Hot Pie.

Jojen is a Philosophy professor. He is by far the most out there teacher at the school. He looks like he is constantly high. He is (maybe?) dating Bran.

Meera an Environment Science professor. She is pretty strict with her students about getting work done. She doesn’t usually assign too much work in the first place, though. She is (maybe?) dating Bran.

Jaime is a police captain. He is very good at his job, however, many despise him because he shot the previous mayor of the town after Mayor Aerys tried to set off a bomb that would level the city. People call him “Mayor-Slayer.” He is dating Brienne.

Robert is the current mayor. He is not very good at his job, but Jon Arryn is there to advise him. He loves the fact that Gendry and Arya are dating.

Cersei is the mayor’s wife, who in this AU, is actually Gendry’s mother. She does not approve of her son’s relationship nearly as much as Robert does.

Tyrion is the Economics professor. He is adored by his students. Cat is not happy with the fact that he always shows up to his classes drunk, however.

Bronn is the Military Strategies professor. He and Arya will occasionally join their classes together. He also has a pretty high approval rating with his students, but not so high with Cat.

Yara is the Marine Biology professor. She will often take her student on trips to aquariums, and occasionally, out on the water. She is dating Dany.

Dany is the Reptile professor. She is always bringing in reptiles to show off to the class, and her favorite ones to bring are her 3 Kimono Dragons, Rhaegal, Viserion, and Drogon. She is dating Yara.

Tywin is the Business Management professor. Hus students are all deathly afraid of him. He has sent many a student to the counselors, crying.

Sam is the head librarian. He tries to keep kids quiet, but fails miserably. He is dating Gilly, and helping taking care of Sam Jr.

Grenn and Pyp are the assistant librarians. They are far better at keeping kids quiet than Sam.

Petyr and Varys are advisors to Robert. They are ALWAYS fighting.

Loras is a florist. He is dating Renly.

Renly is a cop. He is dating Loras.

Honestly just let your imagination run wild with those two.

Missandei is the Foreign Languages professor. Which one? All of them. She is dating Grey Worm.

Grey Worm is the wrestling coach. When people first see him they wonder how he could possibly be the wrestling coach, before he shows them exactly how he got to be the wrestling coach in the first place. He is dating Missandei.

Melisandre is the Religions professor. She is supposed to teach about a variety of different religions, but she seems to mainly focus on the Lord of Light.

Stannis is the Writing Comprehension professor. He is by far the strictest teacher in the school. He lets them out of class not a second before the end. Shireen is actually scared when she finds out that she is in his class.

Davos is the counselor at the school. He is beloved by all of the students, and he tends to be such an important and nurturing figure at the school that many of students have taken to calling him “Dadvos”.

Hot Pie is the Cooking professor. He gets very enthusiastic in class about whatever they’re making, and thus, his students love him. They love his excitement. He calls them, “Little Cooks”.

Tommen is a student. He’s a fairly average student, but he’s pretty well like around campus because he’s a pretty nice guy.

Myrcella is the Calculus professor. No one is entirely sure why she chose that job, but she did. She is dating Arya.

Joffrey can suck my dick is unemployed. Unless you count “spoiled rich white boy” as a profession.

Roose and Walder are the leaders of two allied gangs, and their families are part of them.

Ramsay is the main enforcer of the Bolton gang.

Jorah is a soldier who was dishonorably discharged for human trafficking. He is deeply ashamed of his actions. He was recently disowned by his family.

Jeor is a veteran, who was a General in the army. He is currently taking care of Lyanna after her mother died.

Lyanna is a student in high school. She is great. She wants to become a soldier when she turns 18.

Barristan is a veteran who is currently working as a bodyguard for Robert.

Sandor is another security guard for Robert. He is often seen hanging out with Arya, Gendry, and Hot Pie, despite being way older.

Gregor is another body guard for Robert. Why is he not in prison yet? We don’t know.

Oberyn is the Chemistry professor. He seems to know a lot about poison.

Jaqen is the leader of a cult. And also Arya’s martial arts classes.

Syrio is Arya’s self defense teacher.

Shae is literally a hooker. So no real change.

Tormund is the Zoology professor. He likes to tell stories about the encounters he has had with various different animals. His students are all experiencing the Mandela Effect, because they’re pretty sure that Tormund once told them about a time in which he actually fucked a bear, but he can’t recall ever telling them that story, and also can’t remember ever doing that with a bear.

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earline-nathay · 7 years

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Cupid’s Day Off

#VLDRarePairWeek Day 4: Free Day Shidge AO3 Link

Summary: I didn’t know if “free day” referred to the characters having an actual free day or if I could write whatever the hell I wanted. So, why not both? Let’s make it an AU.

In which Allura, the goddess of attraction and affection, better known as “Cupid” is sick but refuses to take the day off. Pidge, goddess of wit and intelligence, convinces her that she needs it and it wouldn’t be wise to push it. Allura accedes to rest for the day if Pidge covers for her.

“Are you sure you are going to be okay?” Allura asked, anxiety dripping from her voice.

‘No’ Pidge thought.

“Yes, I’m sure” she assured instead with a certainty she didn’t quite feel.

She poured water into a glass and returned to Allura who was in bed, feeling like a human: weak, awful and mortal. She was sick, and Pidge had managed to convince her to rest just the night before. She prepared her friend some medicine and told her to take the day off and take care of herself. Allura had argued about how she couldn’t do that, about how it was impossible for Cupid to ‘call in sick’.

After a long discussion, Allura finally gave in, but only after making Pidge promise that she would cover for her. After all, it wasn’t as if she needed to be at a specific place at a specific time every day to make someone smart unlike Allura, who had to be right on time to make her victims… er, targets, fall in love.

Allura spent all night making a list of people, time and places for Pidge that detailed everything she needed to know to fulfill her job. Sometimes she had to shot arrows to both targets and sometimes the love was unrequited.

“Alright,” Allura said, taking the medicine Pidge handed her. “My bow and arrows are hanging from there,” she indicated pointing to their right.

“It’s okay,” Pidge said. “I built this instead.”

She then showed her a small gun she had designed and built the night before to replace Cupid’s Arrows. It was a rather smart innovation, in her opinion. The gun had five settings: “Crush”, “Love”, “Undying/True Love”, “Dislike” and “Hate”. It also came with a small screen where she could type in the name of the person the shoot was supposed to make the target fall in love with. It would be way faster than having to write it by hand on the arrow you were going to shoot, not to mention that she wouldn’t have to carry the, very much heavy, five different kinds of arrows on her back.

But even after explaining the way her invention worked to the goddess of affection, Allura still felt a little uneasy.

“And you’re sure it’s going to work? I mean, I did warn you that there’s no cure for the effects of the arrows, and if you miss…” she asked, eying the gun suspiciously.

“I’m positive it’ll work. I used the material of your arrows to make the laser shots,” she reassured her friend. “It’ll be just like the arrows, but safer because the shot will be quicker and more precise,” she smiled, very proud of her job.

Allura didn’t seem very convinced. Pidge sighed and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. It’s only one day. If you take the medicine I made for you, tomorrow you’ll be back on duty”

“Okay. Good luck, Pidge.” Allura finally managed a small smile.

A few minutes later, Pidge was already on the Mortal World, preparing to shoot her first target. To be honest, she was a little nervous. Love and intelligence didn’t quite mix well together. She had seen very smart people do the stupidest things because of love, so she worried.

She didn’t know if she was the right person to cover for Allura, but if she had trusted her with this, then she wouldn’t let her down.

Her first target was a schoolboy who would crush on a classmate, so she floated outside the window of the classroom and aimed. Normal people couldn’t see her, so it was okay if she floated three stories high above the ground.

Right on time, at the same hour her list mentioned, the boy lifted his eyes from his notebook and a girl walked in the classroom. Pidge exhaled slowly and shot. The boy’s face lighted with pink and he quickly returned his eyes to his desk. Pidge looked at her handiwork and a smile made its way across her face. She made it! She shouted in joy and feeling more confident, went after her next target.

She started to think that she was probably overthinking it at first, and even discovered that humans weren’t that bad after all. She wasn’t a person who enjoyed too much company and preferred to spend her time on her own, but once she was out and spreading something as pure as love, she realized she was actually having fun. She decided to indulge herself a little and following her curious nature, she materialized herself with a human appearance so she could walk between the people and interact with them.

She had to be more careful, of course, and she still used teleportation to get from one place to another, but she was having the time of her life blending in with the crowd. She tasted coffee at a coffee shop and made a barista fall in love with one of his clients. She sat on the sand and made a lifeguard crush on a tourist. She was happy to shoot a teen with the “dislike” setting so she could get away from some nasty dude at a club. She felt a knot form in her throat when she shot two kinder garden kids on their first day of school with the gun set on “Undying/True Love”.

Her next target was in the same city. Actually, only two blocks away from the kinder garden, so she decided to walk. She read the list and it said that her next targets were going to be a biker and a florist, but not precisely to fall in love. The florist’s puppy was going to run across the street and the biker will almost run over it. Rage will ensue and they were supposed to hate each other.

She walked down the street trying to adjust the settings, but the button was stuck and it didn’t move.

“Aw, c’mon. You were working perfectly just now,” she complained to herself while taking a turn. Immediately after, she crashed into someone as firm as a wall. She stumbled backwards and fell on her divine butt.

However, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that the gun had activated with the crash, and she felt her blood run cold.

“So sorry, I didn’t saw you there for a min…” the stranger interrupted himself when in a reflex, she looked up. And up, and up, and up.

In front of her was the most attractive – and perhaps even the tallest – human she had ever encounter. And she just shot him. And she was the first person he saw with a shoot that didn’t have a specific name written in the gun, which made her the object of his affections. And the setting was still “Undying/True Love”.

Well, shit.

“H-hey…” she mumbled. ‘Beautiful stranger’ her mind completed, surprising her a little at the daring thought.

He snapped his slightly open mouth shut and scooped her up in a swift move before she could stand up for herself. She gasped, surprised, and he began to blurt out a lot of apologies.

“It’s alright, really,” she said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She swallowed. He was looking at her as if she was the very light of the universe. Which was something that wasn’t supposed to happen when she was disguised as a human. But even if she weren’t, humans usually only looked at deities with admiration, not… well, not like that.

She realized she was staring too when the motor of a bike starting snapped her attention back to reality and across the street. The biker was leaving and the florist was returning to the shop, the puppy swinging its tail happily seated on its owner’s arms.

Well, double shit.

“Um, w-well,” Pidge started to say, then realized that his hands were still holding her upper arms when she took a step back. “I… I have to go,” she said in a small voice. She had to keep doing her job. Or more like Allura’s job. Oh, damn. Allura. She was going to kill her for missing a target.

“Wait, don’t go,” the stranger said. “Please, just… what’s your name?”

“Hu-huh?”

“I’m Shiro. Well, Shirogane. But that’s my last name. My name is Takashi, but you can call me Shiro.”

“Shiro” she parroted, the name rolling off her tongue effortlessly. He nodded.

“Yeah, and you? What’s your name?”

“I’m… Uh, My name is…” Well, damn. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t say her real goddess name. She had to tell a human name. “Katie?” She shouldn’t say it as a question. “I mean my name is Katie. Katie Holt, yeah.”

“Pleased to meet you, Katie,” he said offering her a hand that almost swallowed hers when she blindly reached for it. “I know that this is really abrupt, but do you think we can meet again? Perhaps over a coffee?”

Pidge stared at him gaping like a fish, trapped in her own slip. Her cheeks warmed as if she was a normal teenager in front of a celebrity and she started to fear the gun had actually hit them both. It was crushed between their bodies, after all. She wondered if she could get affected too. She needed Allura. She needed Allura to help her instead of killing her.

She could feel herself starting to panic and Shiro probably misunderstood her stunned silence with horror.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound creepy, I just… I don’t know, I just got this sudden urge to know you, I’m sorry if I frighten you. I swear that wasn’t my intention at all,” he tried to explain.

Pidge took a deep breath to compose herself. She then looked up at him and smiled.

“It’s alright. You just surprised me, but I’d love to take your offer for coffee, “ she said, taking a small step towards him and tilting her head.

Good grief, was she flirting?

But Shiro didn’t seem to mind her lack of abilities on the matter and smiled back, relief clear on his features.

“Thank you,” his sincerity only made her feel guiltier.

“You know what? You have time right now? I know just the right place” she didn’t wait for him to respond and grabbed his hand, dragging him along.

“I… I guess I have?” he chuckled at her back. “You know, I can’t even remember where I was going.”

Pidge wanted to scream.

“Ha ha ha” she faked a nervous laugh. “Funny, neither can I.”

She finally spotted the back ally she saw when she left the kinder garden and the guiltiness just kept increasing when he didn’t even notice where was she taking him. Only when she faced him she noticed that indeed his eyes were following her every move and ignoring everything else.

“I’m so sorry,” she lamented, sincere.

She snapped her fingers and he fell unconscious, but not to the floor. She carried him with her magic and after looking around to check no one was watching, she flicked her wrist and they vanished from the human world.

Three hours later, she was finally getting the courage to go to Allura. She couldn’t keep him asleep forever, after all. She had used that time to think of what to say because she thought that arriving at her friend's sanctuary and saying “I’ll tell you something very funny, but you have to promise you won’t get mad” wasn’t the best way to tell her.

Pidge would have probably kept pushing the issue at hand for a little longer, but Allura heard that Pidge was already back to the Immortal World and since she felt way better thanks to the medicine her friend gave her, she decided she had to go and ask her what was she doing in here if she still had about two hours left of work.

But Allura’s words died in her mouth when she saw a human sleeping peacefully inside of Pidge Sanctuary, the goddess herself pacing around, preoccupied.

“What did you do?” Allura breathed.

Pidge stopped in her tracks and after spotting Allura, gave a nervous chuckle.

“Oh, well… you see, it’s…” she stopped. Then ran towards her friend and grabbed her by the shoulders. “It’s terrible. I screwed up. I shot him by accident and now he’s in love with me. How do I fix this? You have to help me.”

Allura stared at her with her mouth hanging open, quickly processing the words she spat.

“What?” she blurted. “What do you mean he’s in love with you?”

Pidge groaned, panic rising in her veins. She proceeded to tell Allura her whole misadventure and kept panicking when she saw the very face of Cupid grow more and more alarmed as she went on.

“Is there a way to fix this?” Pidge asked, a little desperate.

Allura told herself to keep calm, that not everything was lost. This could still have a solution. Crushes faded, dislikes were forgotten, and even Love or Hate feelings can cool with time.

“First things first,” Allura said, straitening her back and joining her hands in a regal pose. “Which setting was your shooting toy on when you hit him?”

Pidge flinched.

“Undying and True Love,” she mumbled.

Allura felt her eyelid tremble. She took a deep breath and fell silent, her joined hands touching her lips and nose. She took her time to make peace with the fact. After a whole minute, Pidge was more than worried.

“Allu…?” she began to ask with uncertainty.

“Pidge.” Allura’s voice was all business.

“Yes?”

“You just made a human fall in love with you. Forever.”

Pidge made an intake of breath.

“There’s no cure?”

“Not for Undying Love, there isn’t.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Not even a forbidden one?”

“No.”

“What about the true love’s kiss spell and all that?

“That’s for breaking sleeping curses, not love spells, Pidge” Allura said, confused she would suggest something as contradictory as that.

Pidge groaned. She needed to sit. She went to the bedding where she kept Shiro and let herself fall on it. She buried her face in her hands and grunted. She almost felt like sobbing.

“Allura, what am I going to do?” she asked, distressed. “Gods and mortals hadn’t been involved for millenniums now.”

Allura walked to her friend and kneeled to be face to face. She put a hand on her shoulder to grab her attention and she could lift her eyes to meet hers.

“That’s… an interesting way to put it,” she said. “Which makes me think. Why did you bring him here?”

Pidge bit her lip and looked away, at him. He was sleeping peacefully, looking handsome and relaxed. His slightly parted lips seemed inviting just for her. She felt her heartstrings being tugged towards his direction and when she finally returned her gaze to her friend, her eyes were glossy. The feeling of being filled with love was ridiculous, she decided.

“I don’t know, I panicked. I wasn’t thinking,” she confessed. “Love makes you stupid,” she added, a little resentful.

Allura eyed her curiously, arching a brow.

“But I though…?”

“I think I shot myself too,” she said.

Allura couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“You mean to tell me,” she said, trying to hold her laugh, “that the goddess of intelligence just shot herself with a laser gun of Undying and True Love because…” she giggled, “because she stumbled on a human?”

“It’s not funny!” Pidge said, standing up and getting away from her so-called friend. “I just told you: Love and Intelligence don't mix. Love always makes smart people act like idiots.”

“Yeah, and goddesses too, apparently.”

Pidge shot her a glare, but Allura kept giggling.

“Well, then I’ll leave you with your human,” Allura said, standing up too. “I’ll return to my job and try to fix the work you left behind schedule”

“But, but what should I do with him?” Pidge asked pointing at Shiro.

“Well, I’m sure if you read some of our mythology, you’ll get some ideas of what gods and humans did when stuff like this happened. You’re not the first to be in this situation, you know?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Pidge complained, her face red.

“Well, then don’t ask me,” she smiled and nodded towards Shiro. “Ask him. I’m sure he’ll have a say in this too.”

Right.

“Good luck,” Allura wished and then left the Sanctuary.

Pidge took a deep breath and looked at him. She sat beside him again, facing him this time. She dared to touch his face and felt her heart racing.

“I hate love,” she mumbled.

An idea crossed her mind but she quickly dismissed it. It was really stupid. But on the other hand, it could help her discover if she really got hit. No, wait. Of course she got hit. She wouldn’t be thinking all this cheesy stuff if she hadn’t gotten hit.

She sighed.

“Okay,” she breathed. “If he wakes up, I’ll ask him to consider dating a goddess; if he doesn’t, I’ll erase his memory and return him to the Mortal World without showing myself again. Hopefully, he won’t go crazy not being able to remember his true love ever again.”

She took another breath and held his face in both hands. She caressed his cheeks with her thumbs and swallowed her annoying heart that was beating aggressively in her throat. She refused to acknowledge the fact that she wished with all her might he’d wake up.

She leaned in and kissed him gently. It felt amazing. His lips were smooth and thin; his smell filled her senses and melted her resolve. She indulged herself a few more seconds of bliss before she parted their lips and gathered all her will power to not dive in again. Her breathing was uneven for the adrenaline. She took her time to open her eyes, but when she did, he was already looking at her.

#VLDRarePairWeek #Shidge

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