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dorkasdaydreams · 3 months

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Sweet Serenade (Part 1)

Juliana/Kieran (Pokémon Scarlet & Violet)

Summary:

Juliana and Kieran ever imagined they'd both want the same thing on the same day.

Word Count: TBA

A/N:

Happy Valentine's Day! Sadly, I won't be able to finish this fic right away. Instead, I'm splitting it into two parts. Hope you all enjoy it regardless!

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The students of Blueberry Academy were a bit more lively than usual. Many of them were carrying pink & red boxes and balloons, while others toted bouquets and Pokémon plushies. Everyone was striding through the vibrantly decorated hallways with a hopeful gleam in their eyes (and a few with flushed cheeks). There was good reason everyone was acting this way today. It was that special day of the year when families, friends, and couples showed their love and appreciation for one another.

Yes, today was Valentine's Day, and one young lady in particular was determined to celebrate it in the best way possible. Juliana, the exchange student-turned-BB League Champion & League Club president, cradled a box of heart candies in her arms as if it was a newborn. Each individual piece had a romantic message printed on the front. As she strolled over to her first class, Juliana only had one person on individual. That person would be the recipient of her gift: her boyfriend, Kieran.

Despite only being together for a couple of months, the two of them were practically inseparable. Kieran was already so many things to Juliana. He was her closest confidant, her favorite battle partner, her sweetheart...and so much more. He deserved something extra special today. However, the heart candies weren't exactly the main gift she'd bestow upon him. They were merely a prelude to the main event.

The young champion hurried into the Pokemon Lore Studies classroom. The whiteboard had little doodles of various Pokemon symbolizing love, such as Luvdisc, Tandemaus, and even Applin (her personal favorite of the bunch). Students were still up and about, trading cards and candy. Well, not all of them. To her surprise, Kieran was already there, seated at his usual spot and scribbling on a piece of paper. His hair was tied back as usual (save for his bangs), and he sported the summer uniform just as he did when the two of them first met. She quietly took her seat and opened the candy box.

Kieran didn't even notice his girlfriend sitting next to him. He was too busy writing down a hundred different ways he could make her a very important request that had been on his mind for at least a few weeks. As he skimmed over the plans he had so far, he heard something sliding in his direction. Looking to his left, he saw Juliana smiling bashfully at him with a heart candy underneath her index finger. The phrase on the treat read "Kiss me?" in all caps.

To say Kieran was flustered would be quite the understatement. The very phrase he wanted to ask her had been thrown back in his face, and he hadn't prepared for this outcome. He was about to respond when he heard claps from the front of the room. The Pokemon Lore professor was already at her desk, sporting a pink cardigan and red beret as opposed to her usual orange and green ensemble.

"Hey, everyone! I know you're all excited to exchange gifts, but we should really start class now! Get to your seats, please!" The class followed her instructions, taking their seats and putting their gifts away for later. "Aw man..." With a defeated sigh, Kieran whispered "Let's talk about this later..." to Juliana, who nodded as she took out her laptop to take notes.

#dipplinshipping #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran #kieran x juliana #dipplinshipping fic #valentine's day

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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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that’s not a shirt

pairing: marcus pike / reader

word count: 1584

summary: marcus comes home from work & finds the strangest thing in the laundry.

a/n: for @autumnleaves1991-blog and her wednesday writing challenge! writing domestic marcus pike is my therapy. unbeta’d and posted from mobile (honestly my laptop is becoming less convenient to post from even tho posting fic on tumblr is literally the reason i bought it last year)

three long, miserable weeks. that’s how long marcus has been out of town for a case that had him jetting all across the country, far away from you and your comfortable bed. he’s almost never at the apartment he pays rent for every month. most of his clothes and his favorite pillow are at your place, and the small quilt his grandmother sewed decades ago is draped over the back of your couch. in everything but name, he lived with you.

when he entered your apartment with his key, he took note of the fact you weren’t there and got set to cleaning up a bit. work leaves you exhausted more often than not and he doesn’t want to leave everything undone for you to worry about when you get home.

upon first glance, he could see the laundry was half done. a heaping load of clean clothes was in the hamper in front of the dryer and there were wet clothes in the open washer. when he looked further, there was also a load in the dryer, which told him that you stayed up late to get things done then fell asleep on the couch waiting for the dryer to finish. with a fond smile, he started the dryer for a few minutes to get wrinkles out of what’s in there. when those are done, he can get what’s in the hamper unwrinkled and hung and folded.

dinner was next on the to-do list. something nourishing to welcome you home after a long day but simple enough to do while catching up the clothes: spaghetti. there’s something about his mom’s recipe for the sauce that makes his spaghetti absolutely heavenly — your words, not his — and he can’t wait to see your reaction to having marcus home two days earlier than planned along with his best dish.

in the time it takes him to get the sauce cooking and the water boiling on the stove, the dryer announces that it’s finished with the first load. he hums as he folds the bath towels and dish rags without a care in the world, making the trip to stow them in the bathroom cabinet with a spring to his step.

checks the sauce for flavor and consistency before putting the second load of wrinkled clothes in the dryer, finding it needs just a smidge more rosemary before it can be left to simmer. picks another sprig from the plant you keep on the windowsill and cuts the leaves very fine before sprinkling them in with a flick of his wrist.

satisfied with his efforts, he turns back to the laundry. he dutifully empties the lint filter (you’re adamant on emptying it after every load and the trait passed onto him) before he begins to grab things to toss into the dryer. about a third of the way through the basket, his hand grabbed onto something weirdly solid and plump.

“mroww!”

last marcus checked, shirts don’t make noises like that. he tore his gaze from the inside of the dryer to the hamper to find a grey and white kitten lounging in the hamper. the little thing was nudging his hand with their head, clearly wanting the attention of the man slowly depleting its bed. he was perplexed. you didn’t have a cat when he was last here, but there was one seeming to be perfectly content in making itself at home in your apartment.

“where did you come from?” he knew the cat wasn’t going to give him a coherent answer but he felt the need to voice his confusion anyway. the first thing to do now: check to see if it’s male or female. it’s a female, looks to be about three months old and is perfectly content with being handled by marcus.

marcus can’t recall the last time he had a pet. with him being too busy with work, he never thought it would be fair to a pet to have an owner constantly gone. he didn’t have enough stability in the past with where he lived and didn’t want to only be a half ass pet parent. the past several months, however, have been nothing but stable. not counting the seldom out of town cases, he goes to work in the morning and comes home to you in the evening, and he rinses and repeats as needed. maybe this kitten is the perfect prelude to taking the next big step in his relationship with you.

for now though, marcus doesn’t let himself get carried away with his daydreams about living with you full time. he’s got laundry to finish and dinner to cook, and now he has a sous chef to accompany him. he holds the kitten to his chest, scratching her chin with a hooked finger and melting at the way she looks up as if telling him to keep going. “alright sweet girl, let’s finish up dinner.” a soft “mrrow!” is her reply and it makes marcus huff a quiet laugh.

dinner is completed with marcus using one less hand than normal, his sous chef being fabulous company. the few times he had to use both hands, his feline friend perched on his shoulder (which he thought was the best thing ever) and waited to be held again. however this cat got here, marcus didn’t know; the one thing he did know is that it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

the front door was unlocked when you came home and you knew with absolute certainty that you locked it before you left. your walmart bags filled with cat supplies were immediately dropped to the hallway floor as you began to inspect your front door and the area around it. marcus taught you how to spot the basic signs of forced entry (like the protective sweetheart he is) and when none of them were there, you cautiously entered your apartment, mace in hand.

the adrenaline washed away when you spotted your loving boyfriend in the kitchen, gently bobbing his head along to whatever music he had playing. one hand was stirring a pot on the stove while the other was plenty preoccupied with the kitten. shit, you forgot to warn him about the kitten before he got home!

this was the last thing you thought would be here to greet you, but it was a very welcome sight; the feline was finicky and marcus wasn’t due home for another few days, a double whammy. “i see you’ve met the kitten.” you’re honestly just thankful he didn’t get upset about the little thing. neither of you have talked about pets or whatever your living situation is becoming, so the way he seems so taken with the kitten is a sign pointing in a great direction.

when he hears your voice, marcus visibly lights up. “hi honey!” the hand with the spoon immediately drops the wooden utensil into the pot and waves at you happily. “this is my sous chef, say hello, pasta!” he grabs one of her little paws and waves it at you before resuming his stirring, a beaming smile on his face.

did he really just name the cat pasta? and how in the world is she so calm with him right now?

you found the kitten, now known as pasta, huddled in a cardboard box beside a gas station dumpster headed home from work. she was mewling her little head off back there and you were lucky enough to hear her. taking her and her box, your list of things to do was thrown out the window as you rushed her to the vet. they cleaned her up real good and schedule her vaccinations, and sent you home with a list of supplies to buy and advice on how to take care of the little thing.

she was pissed at you after the vet trip. didn’t let you pet or hold her unless she was in the mood for it and if you tried to pick her up otherwise, she would scatter and give you a glare from a safe distance away. but here was marcus holding her like a baby, and the little brat was eating it up! to be fair, you were the same way with marcus when he was being affectionate so you didn’t completely blame her.

“why pasta?” you knew that cats were more likely than dogs to have strange names. you just didn’t think your boyfriend would be the type to give a cat a name like pasta. at that rate, you might as well name a dog goose and call it a day.

he smiles at the furball, giving her a few affectionate pets while he talks. “i was cooking spaghetti when i found her in the laundry hamper, and then i noticed a little spot right on her hip that looks like penne. i couldn’t choose between the two so i went for the middle ground. is that okay with you? or did she have another-”

“marcus, i love it.” and you really do; that sentimental dork just made you love the name pasta with nothing but two sentences. “and honestly, i’ve just been rotating between baby girl, squeak toy, and dumbass since i found her the day before yesterday.”

he scratches pasta under her chin as he laughs at the thought of you calling his sous chef a dumbass. “pasta is not a dumbass! you tell ‘em sweetheart, tell them how smart you are!”

“mroww!”

“see? she’ll be the next einstein.”

marcus pike taglist: @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @obirain @themarcusmoreno @catsnkooks @torradoza @stardustsunrisekisses @darthadeline @max--phillips @jedi-mando @darklingveracruz @andysficrecs @pedropasscals @qhbr2013 @seasonschange-butpeopledont @greeneyedblondie44 @princess76179 @kaermorons @lv7867 @whovianwar @purelypascal

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike imagine #marcus pike #the mentalist #writer wednesday #autumnleaves1991 blog #i love this so much #i’m proud of this one #marcus pike is therapeutic #my government assigned soft fbi agent

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shadowsong26fic · 3 years

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Coming Attractions!

Yes, I know it’s Friday, not Monday. <.< ANYWAY.

Before we get started, plugging my Discord server (which is p. quiet lately but it’s there if you want to talk somewhere other than here!); and also we’ll do another Open Question Night because Why Not!

As I said last month, while my askbox is always open, tonight I’ll be actively around to answer questions--about writing in general, anything I’ve posted about here on tumblr; anything on my AO3...let me know what’s on your mind!

Star Wars:

SWBB:

Take a Bond of Fate is officially up! (Previously referred to as just SWBB 2021 or the Dragonshifters AU because I literally titled it less than twelve hours before posting <.<) Well, the first 20k are up, anyway. I will be updating throughout the month and the fic will be complete by the end of the month, per the event rules. (I originally planned to do updates on Tuesdays and Fridays; tonight’s update will be delayed and who knows how well I’ll actually stick to it after tonight but it Will be posted in full by the end of May, I can say that much for sure XD)

As always, I think there are a few things I could’ve handled better/that feel a little rushed, but I think it turned out pretty good! There are some upcoming scenes I’m particularly fond of, but we’ll see if everyone else agrees. The core of this actually ended up being Bo and Padme? Which I was not expecting--I was expecting it to lean hard on the Bo and Anakin parallels, but here we are.

Anyway, there’s some fun bits to come!

Precipice:

No solid update ATM. Uh. Various Life things got bonkers over the past month or two, so TaBoF took pretty much all of my fic brain. However, since that project is essentially finished other than finalizing/polishing each update chunk as I post, I should be able to turn my attention here this month. Which means, fingers crossed, we’ll have a start date sometime in June for Protectors. I’ll post the first Preludes segment at the same time; it will involve Kallus, Lavinia, and Mara Jade, set just before Kallus is reassigned to Lothal.

(Others that I have planned will involve: 1) some combination of Kanan, Ezra, Hondo, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Anakin; 2) Hera and whoever her contact is in this AU, as Ahsoka is otherwise occupied; 3) Whatever Maul is up to in this timeline; 4) Something to do with Palpatine’s fifth apprentice; and two more I haven’t decided on. I am taking suggestions! The purpose of Preludes is to patch some holes now that I’ve decided to write Rebels into the canon, which was not part of my original plan as I hadn’t yet seen it when I started planning/posting this AU. So these are more plot-relevant than the things that turn up in Bonus Content, which is why they’re in a separate fic, but not really enough to make a full arc between Milestones and Escalation, so, there it is.)

our faces like a mirror:

I’m now leaning towards sitting on this and using it for next year’s Big Bang? Because then maybe I’ll finally finish it, lol...anyway, I’m also going to see how people respond to stuff in TaBoF, because that will either Boost my enthusiasm for the project or, uh, the opposite, depending on how people respond to how I write Bo-Katan. So that may change, and I may finally get it out this year instead of next. We’ll see how that goes XD

Other SW Projects:

One of the SW discords I’m on has revived a prompt game we did last summer. I pulled my first prompt but haven’t actually, uh, done anything with it yet. <.< I’ll do that at some point.

As for various outlines or extant AUs I haven’t updated in forever...well, like I said, what little fic brain hasn’t been on BB the past month or two has been drifting back towards Precipice or occasionally co-opted by OFLAM so...yeah, nothing serious to report on that front, lol.

AtLA Projects:

I’m semi-planning/hoping to start posting At Least one of the two longfics I’ve been poking at sometime this summer. I’ve mentioned them here before, but one is long and tragic and focuses on Lu Ten; the other is an Avatar Zuko AU. Not sure which will draw my focus and get up first, but I do plan to write both of them! And possibly more. Because this fandom just Does That to me, lol.

Also, as I’ve mentioned in various times and places--I am pathologically incapable of not creating a bunch of OCs when I seriously fall into a fandom, and my AtLA work, in particular, will probably reflect that. I don’t super plan to write anything really centered on any OCs (I mean, apart from characters who Exist but have very little Canon Characterization (i.e., Lu Ten himself for that one fic, lol); and Lu Ten’s love interest because that’s an important part of the story), but they will be There and Prominent Characters. This is mostly mentioned because I know OCs aren’t for everyone, so that might put you off of my AtLA fic and I figured it was fair to give you a head’s up.

(...although actually I think none of my old fic that I crossposted to AO3 had significant OC involvement except for Glory...but then again that’s all oneshots and a little different.)

Other Fandoms:

BSG/SG-1 (BSG1?) crossover AU is still coming; I keep getting sidetracked from actually finishing it <.< I haven’t even finished the New Caprica and Haven section, I still have to get to the algae planet and then the Resurrection ship and...maybe I’ll end up posting this in chunks...

Uh, nothing else super planned, but as I mentioned last month, this outline might draw me back into BSG fandom a little more actively because it’s another forever fandom of mine.

Original Fiction:

I’m actually really proud of the Regency AU I wrote for a challenge last month, based on my Apocalypse In SPACE ‘verse Lux.

I need to update the Lux and Farglass Cycle archives still, and will hopefully be posting at least one other thing to RF this month, but we’ll see how that goes. I also might or might not be diving into Arthuriana in all its weirdness and glory this summer to prep for actually writing that Lady Mordred idea I had. And there are always other projects on the back burner, but that’s where things stand here.

...I think that pretty much covers it! Not all that much of an update, but as I said, Life got all...Lifey at me, plus BB had a hard deadline, so that’s where the most detail is.

But what about you guys? What are you working on/what do you have in the pipeline? Like I said, it’s an Open Question Night, and I’d love to hear what’s on your mind!

#coming attractions #miscellania #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes crossovers #shadowsong writes atla #shadowsong writes original fic #open question night

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thegoddamnfangirl · 7 years

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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice- Part 2

Prelude, Part 1

Pairings- Loki Odinson x Reader

Loki takes an apprentice he finds himself getting unusually attached to.

My prelims are finally over! I’ll be continuing this fic and catching up the rest of the fanfics I have to write now, sorry for all the inactivity this week.

This part is a bit of a filler just so that the story can pick up some pace; I’ve got three more parts planned out in advance and I promise, they’re gonna be good.

It wasn’t as if your aunt and uncle were unpleasant people.

They were just....

To be honest about it, you felt the great debt you owed them. They did, after all, give you a home. They raised you, albeit they did get more than your daily bread’s worth of labour out of you. But there was never anything alienating in their behaviour- you were certain that if they had their own child, they would treat it just as they treated you. Roughly.

Your uncle was an artisan. He created marvellous works of art, sculpted, painted or modelled. It was your job to fetch and prepare his paints, clay, or stone for him, as well as to keep his workshop clean and his art polished. It didn’t sound like much- but it was.

That night, you slept fitfully, tired after your lesson with the prince. Your aunt had asked you some sharp questions about your whereabouts that evening, but you had evaded them all.She hadn’t pressed much- she you were an incurably common person, lounging about in filthy streets with what she called “your filthy street friends.” You had no idea how she got that notion.

Your day began with heading out to the riverside to dig. It was one of your uncle’s family trade secrets- the riverbanks were made up of the finest clay for modelling- refined and smooth. In addition to that, you found many worthless but pretty crystals when you dug, all coruscating in the sunlight.

Digging was hard work, and you had to do it manually. It was early, but the sun shone down as if determined to fry you.

Loki awoke to Thor hammering on the door.

“Lo! It’s time for breakfast!”

“Go away!” Loki hollered, rolling over and cuddling his plush cushions. He would rather die than anybody finding out, but he always ended up cuddling something as he slept. When it was cushions, it was okay; but when circumstances dictated that he sleep next to Thor, such as when they were sent out for war and had to sleep on the bare ground, it was downright horrifying.

Thor broke the door down (this was a regular occurrence, Loki had to fix it everyday, it only took a little bit of magic).

“Lo, Mother’s calling you!” he said brightly, tugging all the covers right off the huge, luxurious bed.

“THOR GIVE ME BACK MY SHEETS!” Loki yelled, but Thor’s arms were around him, he was being hauled up, he was being thrown over Thor’s shoulder, he was being manhandled and taken to breakfast when all he wanted to do was sleep.

“What took you such a long time?” your uncle snapped as you brought him a sack of the finest clay.

“Oh, well, there was the digging,” you mumbled, wiping a smear of blood red earth off of your cheek.

“Alright, give me the clay; also, I need you to polish all my scalpels- and if you try and use any of that seidir or whatever it is, I’ll lock you in the cellar for a few days.”

You sighed- you were hot and sweaty and tired from lugging the sack of mud from the riverside.

Making your way to the corner of the workshop where your uncle’s scalpels lay strewn on a a sheet of cloth, you found yourself longing for the hour when you would be learning magic from the prince.

The prince!

You loved the way you felt around him. Magic- it was as if he was magic personified. Fluid, adaptable, beautiful. It was all the magical power which flowed within him, you knew, and you found yourself loving the feeling of being near a real sorcerer.

Frigga was trying to get Loki to eat more; he was adamant, though. He was full. He was sitting with his knees drawn up on his chair, sulking.

“Loki, I can’t sit here with your fussing all day, do eat up, dear,” Frigga sighed.

Loki maundered something about ‘why not’ and ‘want sleep.’

“Loki, I have a ball to plan,” she told him. “Get on with your breakfast, I can’t leave you or you won’t eat anything at all, knowing your infantile pickiness.”

Thor had finished shoving jugs of cream and strips of bacon down his throat; as if on cue, Fandral poked his head through the door of the royal breakfast room.

“Good morning, Your Highnesses,” he said respectfully to the king and queen.

They acknowledged him with smiles and nods.

“Fandral, m’boy,” said Thor, grinning. “Where to, today? I was thinking of a hunt.”

“Hunt sounds fine, but are you sure? You know how hard it is to focus on the game when Loki’s being a sourpuss, and right now he looks like curdled milk,” Fandral teased, earning laughs from Odin and Thor, even an ill-suppressed smile from Frigga.

This only made Loki look sullener. Suddenly, however, he remembered something that almost- almost- made him smile.

The girl.

The girl!

The evening would come and they would meet- there would be magic sparking in the air. He could almost feel it now.

“Lo, Lo,” said Thor mockingly. “No magic tricks on the table, please, they stopped being amusing a few hundred years ago.”

His fingers had been glowing green. Loki clenched his teeth- he hated it when Thor called his magic tricks.