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prazinos · 1 year

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Athánati Omorfiá

Series Part One → Part Two !

Rating : G (Pure Fluff) Future chapters may have explicit content.

Summary : Eddie Munson, tour guide for the British museum in London, is passionate about his work, and is infatuated with an ancient statue called 'The Beauty Of Stéphanos'. But what will happen when he crosses paths with a man who looks exactly like the statue he is so enamoured by?

Eddie's a tour guide at The British Museum.

He didn't think it would be a long term thing, but he found out he really likes history and he's actually pretty good at it.

So here he is, hair in a bun and wearing a black jumper, looking more sophisticated than usual. Showing a group around for a tour.

And you know Eddie, as soon as somebody starts talking about something he's really interested in, he's spewing out as much information as he can. So you can imagine his reaction when a boy asks

'Um, why is this man in a lot of the paintings, mister?'

Eddie beams at the little boy with large framed glasses.

'Well, this man was named Stéphanos. He was a human like you and I but, he was gorgeous, I mean really; you saw this man and you would have immediately fallen in love with him--if you'd please follow me--here is a statue dedicated to him. The artist said that the Gods came to him in a dream stating that a statue would be made of Stéphanos' Eddie spoke.

'Was he prettier than Aphrodite?' the same boy asked.

'No, nobody is prettier than Aphrodite, but it's believed that she gave him his gift of beauty' Eddie stated

After a long tour, and quite a few more questions about Stéphanos, Eddie was back at the statue of Stéphanos; just admiring him. Eddie had quite the fascination with him, he truly was gorgeous. I mean, his soft looking hair, broad shoulders and soft eyes. The moles dotted on his face and neck.

'You really like him don't you' a voice spoke from behind Eddie.

Eddie laughed, 'yeah, he truly was gorgeous' he said, not turning around to face the man.

'I like him too, he's close with the Gods you know' the voice spoke again.

'I mean yeah that's the theory'

'I don't believe it's a theory'. With that Eddie turned around to face the man; but his breath was caught in his throat, the man in front of him looked exactly like the paintings. Down to the moles he admired so much.

'I'm Steve'

Eddie seriously couldn't believe it. He had to be dreaming, right?

Maybe he's just a doppelgänger. But why would he say he's close to the Gods? Why not, he was close with the Gods.

'Do you have a name or are you just going to stare at me?' Steve asked, grasping his bookbag, almost nervously.

'I-yeah I do-have a name' Eddie practically whispered.

Steve chuckled, 'do I get to know your name? Or are you really into being the mysterious hot guy'

'You think I'm hot?' Eddie gasped. The man, who looks exactly like Stéphanos, the man who was wanted by all, including some Gods thinks that Eddie, Eddie! Is hot?

Steve blushed, looking around the museum, avoiding Eddie's eyes before laughing airily

'I mean yeah, I don't see why that's a big surprise to you' Steve said

'Well I mean you literally look exactly like the guy that everybody was in love with during ancient Greece' Eddie babbled.

Steve looked behind him, looking at the large statue, almost...nostalgically? Eddie couldn't make it out. Before Steve head turned back to Eddie.

'Only during ancient Greece?' Steve questioned amusedly.

'I mean-no of course not, you're hot, super hot-I mean, wait no-'

'Relax, I was fucking with you' Steve laughed loudly, Eddie listening as his laugh echoes against the walls of the museum.

Eddie looked down at his watch, 4:45pm. Shit. Almost closing time but he wants to keep talking to Steve. Maybe he can give Steve his number; is that too soon? No. Yes. No. Maybe? Oh what if Eddie gave Steve his business card? Shit, Eddie doesn't have a business card.

'Shit, I gotta go my friend is having a baby shower for her cat' Steve said looking at his phone.

'Her new cat?' Eddie chuckled

'She's...weird. Her and her girlfriend got a cat yesterday and so they're throwing it a baby shower'

'That is...'

'Weird?'

'in a good way, yeah' Eddie finished.

The two chuckled before the intercom crackled and an old soft voice spoke

'The museum will be closing in ten minutes, I repeat, the the museum will be closing in ten minutes!'

'We should-'

'yeah' Steve finished

'Wanna walk out together?' Eddie asked

'Yes!' Steve said, rather quickly 'I mean, yeah sounds good'

Eddie chuckled at Steve's flushed face

'Well I've just got to grab my backpack, you're welcome to come with' Eddie smiled. To which Steve nodded.

As Steve entered Eddie's office, he was shocked at the décor. Eddie didn't seem like the kind of guy for his office to be practically covered in metal band posters. I mean, he just thought he really liked the colour black, and that he just liked his hair long.

No, Eddie was a metalhead. And God, did Steve have a thing for metalheads.

'Alright, we can head out now' Eddie said, bringing Steve out of his horny thoughts.

Steve nodded before briskly walking out the door.

As they walked down the steps Steve turned to Eddie, noticing his backpack that was covered in pins and patches from metal bands.

'I'm going this way' Steve said pointing to the right.

'Oh, I'm going this way' Eddie said pointing to the left.

'You know, I really like the museum' Steve smiled awkwardly

Eddie pulled the bun out of his hair, smiling at Steve, 'So I'll be seeing you more often?' Eddie questioned

'definitely' Steve answered, handing a slip of paper to Eddie.

As Steve walked away Eddie looked at the piece of paper,

020 *** *** ~Steve <3

Holy shit.

Holy Shit.

Eddie got his number.

Eddie stared at the phone number, red creeping up his neck to his cheeks.

He nearly dropped his phone pulling it out, and immediately punched in the number into his contacts.

Eddie wouldn't message him until he got home yet, didn't want to seem too desperate to talk to Steve, though, he clearly was.

Hey it's Eddie from the museum 5:47pm

Oh hi! I've been waiting for you to message :) 5:52pm

So...how's the cat baby shower? 5:54pm

It's interesting to say the least, do baby showers do name reveals? 5:55pm

I think so? I've never been to a baby shower before 5:55pm

They named him Succulent 5:56pm

Succulent? 5:57pm

My friends, their entire apartment is full of plants, so naturally they needed to name their cat Succulent 5:58pm

Oh yeah, of course. Makes total sense now 5:59pm

Haha :) 6:00pm

Eddie smiled at his phone, who still says haha in text messages these days?

He knew it would seem awkward for now but when he (hopefully) got to know Steve better, the conversations would flow smoother and be less awkward.

But he couldn't stop smiling, even as his cheeks started to hurt.

After he finally calmed down, Eddie pulled out his laptop from his backpack and immediately started doing more research on Stéphanos; he couldn't help but blush at some of the images depicting a statue of Stéphanos in a tunic that barely covered his torso, giving a delicious interesting sight of Stéphanos' abs, and now Eddie couldn't stop thinking about if Steve had abs

Stéphanos, believed to be born sometime in 540 B.C - 560...Multiple theories saying he was the son of Aphrodite or blessed by Aphrodite...The Greek Gods loved him...Some stories stating his beauty was a blessing and a curse...Born with beauty, but cursed to spend eternity searching for his soulmate.

Jesus, Stéphanos had it rough.

But there was no way that Steve was Stéphanos right? It's all mythology, it's called Greek Mythology for a reason, right?

AN : Yk I'm actually really excited about this series. I don't know how much attention it will gather but maybe it'll gather quite a bit.

When I figure out Ao3 properly I'll upload this to there as well

lmk what y'all think, it's a wee short but future chapters will be longer.

I also am gonna try uploading a new chapter every Saturday AEDT time, maybe earlier if I get really into it.

(everybody that requests to be in the tag list will be added lmao)

BYE BOZOS!!

#steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #eddie munson #stranger things #alternate universe stranger things #Immortal!Steve #Tour guide!Eddie #stranger things au #museum au #steve #eddie

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localplaguenurse · 8 months

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Ginkgo Trees Masterlist

Every day I am more baffled but proud of how popular this fic has gotten, to the point we have AUs and separate side stories and even a couple retcons (mainly in regards to the kids). As such, and because ginkgo trees itself holds such a special place in my heart, it gets its own masterlist.

ALSO; if you notice something missing, chances are I didn’t feel like it was big enough to specifically link. I’m mostly linking the fics, longer headcanon lists, as well as any super important info such as the family tree or other details. I don’t think I can link every individual ask, I’m not that patient and I’m pretty sure tumblr has a limit to how many links I can add to a text post.

I'm ware this doesn't look super pretty, I might make it more aesthetic in the next couple days.

Ginkgo Trees and various tags

As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees: Morax/Reader slowburn fic set during the Archon War, where reader (or Wifey as we call them) is arranged to marry Morax in exchange for protection of their village and monastery. Rated mature because there’s smut near the end as well as swearing, but the fic is generally pg-13. I suggest reading this first before proceeding because the rest will a) spoil the fic and b) not make much sense without context.

#as gold as the ginkgo trees: I mean. Self explanatory. Anything ginkgo trees related gets this tag slapped on.

#swap wifey au: AU where instead of Morax being Geo Archon, Wifey is Dendro Archon.

#museum au: Also known as the modern AU, or Ivy humiliating the ginkgo family over and over again.

#plague fanart: This is more a general tag. Any fanart I get is tagged as plague fanart, but most of it is art for ginkgo trees.

Wifey has a secret admirer

Sitting on the Morax statue’s lap

Wifey sees their past self due to leylines, and Wifey sees past Morax due to leylines (pt 2)

Wifey and Morax get into an argument

The Ginkgo Family Tree

Wifey’s following and their role as Regina Sanguine and also when a following gets out of line

Feng injuring and then losing his leg

Feng sees something he shouldn’t have (thanks Crys)

Morax being warm blooded

Beta’s twins headcanons (they are canon for she has yoinked them)

Which parents the kids are closest to

Abyss AU

#abyss wifey au: For the AU where Wifey falls into and eventually emerges from the Abyss. I should probably get around to writing that or drawing it…

Wifey falling into the Abyss

Wifey coping with Abyss trauma: dissociative amnesia 1, dissociative amnesia 2, bloodlust, children,

#as gold as the ginkgo trees #my fic #masterlist #masterpost #my headcanons #zhongli #morax genshin #zhongli x reader #morax x reader #if the links don't work i'm committing delete system 32 #abyss wifey au #swap wifey au #museum au

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slimeyliveshere · 1 year

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Museum

Thought process: OK hear me out. What if the Dream SMP events happened in real life? And they have a history museum dedicated to it. And they have wax figures of ALL the people on the SMP. One day the reader gets stuck in the museum after staying late. The people who were closing did a terrible job at their job. But as soon as the doors close the figures come alive. Story: The sun peeked out from behind the building. The Utah sun retries early I guess. The museum you were standing in looked as if it needed to be retired too. The town in general looked like it needed a makeover. At least the old retirees that live here are nice. When you got closer you saw the large oak doors had stained glass instead of windows. As you walked up the stairs to the doors to make it easier to see to colorful windows. They showed stories of people with colorful glass shards. You pushed open the tall oak doors to be greeted with an overly dusty entrance room. There was a woman around 50 sitting at the desk on her phone. She didn't notice you as you walked up to the counter and placed a five-dollar bill on the round desk. She didn't even notice when you walked right past her and into the museum. Right, when you walked past the desk you are met with the long hallways filled with glass cases that are filled with pieces of clothing and smaller items from the war-filled area. But what caught your attention was the large room right behind the desk. It had high-vaulted ceilings with large sunlight windows in the rafters. They were casting the last of the dusty afternoon sun into the room. 'wow' Was the only thing that entered your mind. The areas around the room were pushed in creating small half-rooms inside with extremely well-crafted wax figures. The first one to catch your eye was a tall brunette. He stood in a red and blue uniform holding an iron-like sword in his hands. His curly hair fell over his glasses and glass eyes that looked too real for a figure. A blonde teenager was standing behind him wearing the same uniform and clutching his arm while a red liquid stained his uniform. Across the room stood three men one wielding a sword. The second held a hand with a lit lighter out in front of him his eyes blazed a brilliant orange. Lastly, the third held a bow drawn back and pointed across the hall at the blonde boy. You stood frozen in between the five gazing around the room at the history in front of you. The next room had a male standing above a button hand hovering above it. Their sunglasses slid down his nose showing their pure white eyes. Across from the man, three people stood baking what looked to be cupcakes. The girl had pink hair and one of the men had blue and red colored glasses and close to no hair. Behind them sat what looked to be a fox-hybrid who sat nibbling on a pale-colored cupcake. On a pillar in the middle of the room stood a man with goat horns curling around his goat-like ears one hand lifted over the podium. His mouth was open as if he was giving an important speech. At the bottom of the pillar stood another man with large golden wings his arms folded across his chest smiling. Behind them stood two older-looking males. One with large black wings spread wide and the other had the skull of what looked to be a pig. The next room had two people in it a very tall male with his skin split down the middle black on one side and white on the other. The next was still odd he was very short and had the same goat features as the man on the podium. As you marvel at the room you didn't hear the lady at the desk get up and lock the doors leaving or the sun finally tucking under the horizon till you felt something wizz past the back of your head. Your head snapped to the right back toward the people in uniform. They stood moved from their original positions. They stood there blinking at the newcomer. You saw the arrow planted into the ivory floor that was originally in the bowman's bow and turned to look at the trio across from the boys. The blue-clad man had redrawn his bow but it was pointed at the floor. The other two men had let their weapons fall to their sides. You spun around the room the see all the figures were moving. The man on the podium lowered his hands and closed his mouth the stare at you. "Who are you?" the green-clad man asked in a loud voice walking up to you. The brunette in uniform walked up on the other side of you. "Y-y/n, my name is Y/n," you muttered focusing on the blonde's stunningly bright green eyes. They looked too real for glass. The brunette looked up and pulled the green man away from you. While they were talking you took it as a chance to stare at all the wax figures who now staring back at you. The pink-haired lady looked over at you and gave you a small wave. Of course, you gave a small wave back. You turned back toward the tall males and caught the last of their conversation. "Should we take her to XD?" Wilbur asked ignoring you and turning to the blonde. "Yes, probably. Tommy stay here and babysit Schlatt he looks drunk again," the teen grumbled but walked over to the podium. The brunette grabbed a hold of her wrist and started walking out of the room. The blonde trailing behind but catching up and grabbing your other hand. They still pulled you down one of the long hallways. They as in more the brunette than the blonde pulled you down a hallway and into a dark room. Before your eyes could adjust you heard a voice. "Wilbur? Dream? What are doing here?" the voice was loud and commanding. "Dream talk," the voice said again after no one answered it. The brunette let go of your hand and was blindly looking for the light switch. When he found it and switched on the lights. In front of you stood an extremely tall male. He had two large sets of white wings coming from his back and a pair of gold-colored halos floating above his head. He also had the same stunning green eyes and blonde hair as Dream or that's what the man called him. "Hello, Mortal," the winged man said now looking down. In my view, he made you feel already smaller than you already were. Though you were a very shy person you still gave the god a good glare. "XD. Her name is Y/n," the brunette- Wilbur snapped at the god. "Mortal, slave, pet, Y/n same thing. She is still under me," XD gladly snapped back at Wilbur. Just then a blonde head popped into the room. "Wilbur, Schlatt managed to lose his eye again," the teen whined. The four of you just stared at him. You probably thinking he's crazy. "Tell him Eret found it," XD spoke up. "Thank you, big man!" Tommy yelled running out of the room. "I am Wilbur," the brunette said even if you knew his name you were glad he introduced himself. "that's Dream and DreamXD, and the child is Tommy." He grabbed your hand this time instead of your forearm and started walking toward the hall again. Wilbur took a sharp turn to a different room instead of the main hall that you had met him in. When he pushed open the heavy wooden doors into what looked to be an auditorium.

#dsmp #dream smp #dream smp au #dream #Dream Team #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur x you #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #tommyinnit #tommy x reader #tommy x you #dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #football au #oop #museum au

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jaskierror · 10 months

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in ways that can't be said — chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE — SNORES & SNORTS

Geralt, a very tired and very overworked librarian, finds an eccentrically dressed man asleep in the library right as they're about to close.

Jaskier, a very tired and very overworked educator at the local museum, accidentally falls asleep in a library whilst doing research for an upcoming exhibit and is awoken by a devastatingly attractive librarian.

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By the time closing rolled around, Geralt really, truly, honestly just wanted to go home.

In general, Geralt preferred to not work closing shifts. The library stayed open until 7pm most evenings, but he liked to be home with Ciri as early as possible; Lambert was always happy to watch her until Geralt got off work, given that Lambert’s job in Dol Blathanna’s Public Works department wasn’t a traditional 9-to-5, but, well. Geralt missed his daughter, is all, and was perhaps a bit clingy when it came to her. Sue him for loving his kid.

Despite his reluctance to work past 5pm, Renfri had caught the flu, and Geralt had agreed to cover her shift while she recovered, meaning he would be at the library until about 7:30. Of course, by the time it was half past 5, he was itching to get home—by then, he would normally be pulling into his driveway in Upper Posada, and Ciri would be running outside to greet him while Lambert watched them with poorly disguised fondness from the front porch. He would pick his daughter up, balance her on his hip, ask her about her day at school and what she and her Uncle Lambert had been up to since she got home. He would get to kiss her on her forehead, and cook dinner (lately, she had become a big fan of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets), and—

Anyway. Enough of that.

The minutes and hours ticked by with relentless, deliberate slowness, and Geralt felt nothing but relief when it was finally, finally time to start closing. Zoltan offered to organize the information desk and the front seating areas while Geralt swept the shelves for any stragglers and re-shelved any books sitting around.

Geralt worked quickly, eager to finish up and return home—in the back of his mind, he wondered what Lambert and Ciri had eaten for dinner—and he was returning a book of traditional Temerian recipes to its rightful shelf when he heard…

Well.

It seemed to be somewhere between a snore and a snort, in all honesty, and Geralt could only sigh deeply and brace himself before rounding the corner.

He had been expecting any of a number of things, really. Typically, it was elderly people who would fall asleep at the tables, but in his years of working at the library, Geralt had practically seen it all.

Still, he was surprised when, in one of the cushioned wooden chairs, slumped down onto the round table and surrounded by a veritable pile of books, was a man with a mop of brown hair actively using an open book as a pillow. There was a peaceful expression on his face, features soft and neutral and relaxed, and he seemed to be drooling onto the book just a bit. His clothing was… colourful, mostly. He wore a pair of bright purple slacks and brown loafers. On top of a short-sleeved button down, he had on a sweater vest with a garish blue leaf pattern covering it. There was a well-made leather satchel slung over the back of his chair, and Geralt spotted an assortment of silver rings on his hand.

Right as Geralt finished looking him over, the man released another ungodly snore from deep within his chest, and Geralt had to resist the urge to snort in amusement as he walked over and shook the man gently by his shoulder. Almost immediately, he grumbled into the book and began to blink awake, and Geralt hastily removed his hand, waiting patiently as he got his wits about him.

After a quick stretch in his seat, the man twisted to face him, still blinking the tiredness from his eyes, and Geralt was shocked by just how blue they were as he stared up at Geralt. The man froze for a moment, looking a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, before he seemed to take in his surroundings and look properly embarrassed.

“Sorry,” the man grinned sheepishly, then paused to yawn and rub at his eye before continuing. “I must’ve fallen asleep. Do you, uh, happen to know what time it is?”

Geralt looked down at his watch, then back up at the man. “Five till seven.”

“Oh, fuck,” he cursed, standing up. (Geralt was slightly ashamed to admit that he hadn’t realized until just then that the man was of a height with him.) He began hastily stacking books and piling some in his arms. “Is there still time to check these out? I can come back tomorrow if not, but I was really hoping that I—”

“Calm down,” Geralt said, raising an eyebrow at the man’s hurried, panicked flurry of movement. “Go to the desk. Zoltan can help you. You can leave anything you’re not borrowing here.”

Relief and hope flashed though the man’s unnecessarily blue eyes. “You’re sure?”

Geralt just nodded stiffly, watching as the man thanked him profusely and gathered his things, carrying a handful of books with him as he rushed off toward the lobby. Once he’d disappeared and his shuffling footsteps faded out, Geralt rummaged through the rest of the titles he’d accumulated. They all seemed to be on art and music across the Continent—a book of Aedirnian folk songs, a history of Kerackian musical movements, an encyclopaedia of Kaedweni sculptors. Geralt hummed under his breath, then began the monotonous job of putting everything in its rightful place.

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In his defense, Jaskier really hadn’t meant to fall asleep at the table.

Ever since he’d moved to Aedirn, he found himself exhausted more often than not. His life had consisted of a series of rather sporadic, spontaneous moves ever since he decided to leave his family home in Kerack to pursue the arts. He’d moved to Redania years ago to attend none other than Oxenfurt Academy, and had spent his summers gallivanting around the countryside with his schoolfriends. After three years of study, he graduated with degrees in Music Performance and Art History, and a year later, had earned a graduate degree as well. He had then promptly departed for a year of backpacking through Temeria, after which he’d returned to Oxenfurt to teach for a term. Most recently, he had uprooted his entire life to move to Dol Blathanna. He’d decided on a bit of a whim that he needed a change of pace—new places, new sights, new people. As soon as he had a job lined up as an educator and program developer at the Dol Blathanna’s Museum of Art and History—which, everyone had to admit, was truly a perfect fit for him—he had packed his things and been on his way.

That had been nearly two months ago, and Jaskier had been working overtime to establish a life for himself in the city. He’d always been a restless person, needing noise and hustle and bustle to keep himself sane, so he had signed a lease for a rather expensive apartment close to the city’s center. On the bright side, the location made his commute to work rather convenient, and he was near enough to nightlife that he had found a handful of bars and cafés he could play the occasional gig at. He’d also taken to offering music lessons on the weekends to help make ends meet. Between his musical pursuits, unpredictable work hours, and numerous side jobs, he was, well. Pretty tired, all things considered.

However, there was no time to rest! He had been tasked with a laundry list of assignments at work in order to prepare for the summer; the museum always put on educational programming and enrichment opportunities for children when schools were out of session, and Jaskier’s job was to propose and develop said programming. Thus, on one of his rare days off, he had gone to the library to do a bit of light research; he had a handful of ideas for some interactive exhibits, but he needed to flesh them out a bit more.

The research ended up being less light than he had planned, because of course it had, and soon enough, Jaskier had a pile of books around him. By the time he had finished flipping through the third book, he was becoming rather tired, and—

Okay, well. Look. Here’s the thing. Jaskier was tired, and he had been up until very early in the morning because he’d played a gig for some swanky hotel bar in the central business district, and the library was just cold enough that it was making him drowsy, and the sounds of people flipping through pages and trodding up and down the aisles was soothing him, and the books were, in all honesty, starting to bore him, and—

He fell asleep. He fell asleep, okay, and in his opinion, that was a very reasonable consequence given the clusterfuck of a headache his week had been.

Next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake by a man gorgeous enough that Jaskier, for a brief moment, froze in place and forgot entirely where he was. (He froze, which he never does. Julian Alfred Pankratz does not freeze, gods dammit, but sweet Melitele, who could blame him? The man was stunning.) He was tall and broad-shouldered, his long white hair tied messily into an updo with a few strands framing his face; he had honey-golden eyes, a strong brow and nose and jawline, and a few faint scars decorating his face. He wore a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a very flattering pair of black jeans. He also, much to Jaskier’s embarrassment, had a name-tag; in large letters, it read GERALT RIVIA, and underneath, in smaller text, LIBRARIAN . The library’s logo was depicted to the left.

A very gorgeous man, and a librarian to boot? Unfair.

Though he tried to appear smooth and suave and generally like a competent, put-together adult, Jaskier knew he fumbled through his interaction with the man, and he felt a bit like a fool the entire time. As he practically scurried off with his handful of books, his face and neck warmed with embarrassment. At the desk, he found the “Zoltan” individual Geralt had spoken of, a short, stocky man with a mohawk and full beard, and Jaskier hurried through the transaction before practically fleeing from the library. It wasn’t until he had returned to his apartment nearly twenty minutes later that he finally felt like he could breathe again.

He went through his evening routine of taking a scalding hot shower, changing into pajamas, and lounging on his couch with leftover takeout and a glass of Est Est. (Est Est was definitely beyond what he could afford at the moment; that particular bottle had been a farewell gift from Essi.) As he ate and drank, he flipped through the books he had checked out and wrote out ideas, notes, and questions in his work notebook. And if he occasionally remembered his downright embarrassing encounter at the library and then buried his face in a pillow as he tried to emotionally recover, that was nobody’s business but his own.

As the hours passed and the clock crept closer to midnight, he’d come up with more questions than anything else, which was. A bit of an issue.

Even with his extensive studies in art history, Jaskier didn’t know as much about Aedirnian artistic customs—his studies had placed a focus on traditions in remote, mountainous regions of Redania and Kaedwen. He could talk for hours about the production of Redanian watercolour paints, and had quite literally co-written one of the most comprehensive books on Kaedweni folk music, but he’d wanted the museum’s summer programming to have an emphasis on local arts, which meant that he’d need some help.

He then realized that this probably meant asking one of his new coworkers for direction, which he would, to be quite frank, rather perish than do, because he felt that most of them already thought he was silly and foppish and deeply unserious, with the way he was always running to and fro with his head barely attached to his shoulders, never seen without a cup of coffee and bags under his eyes. However, it was either facing his coworkers, all of whom had chronic cases of stick-up-the-ass-itis, or… going back to the library, and potentially facing the tall-gorgeous-intimidating librarian again. (Geralt, his brain supplied helpfully.)

Neither option sounded particularly appealing, and both avenues would undoubtedly lead to Jaskier making a fool of himself, so he decided that he would simply go to the library as soon as it opened at nine in the morning; he severely doubted that the man would be working from nine to seven on a daily basis, so he was probably in the clear.

…Probably.

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AN: hey y'all! hope you enjoy chapter 1!! keep up with me on my ao3, found +here, and my twitter @nottveth. chapters 2 and 3 are already written and posted on ao3, but will be updated here over the next few days.

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 6 months

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Go to an Art Museum Today Day & National Chaos Never Dies Day

Person A was on a field trip to an art museum and wandered off and snuck into the back area, being the troublemaker among their classmates, but then accidentally knocks something over and releases a god of chaos, Person B. Person A panics and grabs Person B and leaves the museum with them, and finds themself trying to keep Person B out of trouble and not to start an apocalypse for fun, and for once is forced to be responsible - for the sake of the survival of everyone they love and the entire world. But Person B is impossible to kill, so Person A decides to try to find a way to force Person B onto their own ‘learning responsibility’ character arc that they accidentally put Person A through.

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seelenvollpilot · 1 year

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You know, while transferring arts from Instagram to here, I found something else. I wanted to do something like a Museum AU, which consisted in the revival of historical figures in the museum at nightfall. (almost like in the movie "Night at the Museum")

#manfred von richthofen #museum au #don‘t like how shadows lie on manfred‘s face #fanfiction

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hellcheerficdatabase · 8 months

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Hanging From The Cobwebs In Your Mind

Author: @deliriumsdelight7

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: Two souls, two paintings, and a chance meeting at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, museum au, fluff, pining, love at first sight, soulmates, first meeting, alternating POV, one-shot, status: completed

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sharpedgedfool · 3 months

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finished a chapter so drew something for it

#oriontag #museum au #sonadow

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unicyclehippo · 4 months

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ok im dedicated now im gonna write the damn thing

here’s the prologue for museum au

#tagging my stories #museum au

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oburninglight · 1 year

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trying to figure out their heights again, realized that one of them has to be gigantic. scrap is actually the taller one but I thought making her shorter would've been funny lmfaoo

#circus baby #scrap baby #fredbear #fnaf au #fnaf alternate universe #going insane over these two #museum au

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prazinos · 1 year

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Athánati Omorfiá

read Part One!

Part 2

Word count : 1.4k

Rating : G (Pure Fluff) Future chapters may have explicit content.

Everybody in the museum noticed Eddie’s upbeat attitude as of late.

Eddie was more compliant with wearing his sweaters and hair up, his hands moving at the speed of light whenever he spoke, not just when he was talking about history.

But nobody knew why

Eddie was practically skipping around during his tour. And when he got to the statue of Stéphanos, this man was talking at a million miles a second. Really, half of the tour group had to ask him to slow down.

And during his lunch break he would sit on his phone and giggle to himself, pulling his hair in front of his face.

'Eddie!' Thomas yelled out.

Eddie looked up, slamming his phone on his desk, internally grimacing at the thought of his phone most definitely having a crack in it.

'Yes sir?' Eddie asked simply

'I need you to show around our new curator. And for the love of God stop calling me sir' Thomas groaned.

Eddie gave the grumpy museum director a quick salute before standing up and out of his chair.

'So what's your name?' Eddie asks the girl with a bob.

'Robin' she said, looking around Eddie's office. 'So why exactly did you slam your phone down? Were you watching porn or something?' she continued.

'W-what?-no-I was messaging a friend'

'Right'

Eddie's face went red and he just grumbled telling Robin to follow him.

Eddie did a fast paced tour around the building while also giving Robin some valuable information, such as which coffee machine to use and what time the ass kissing receptionist went on her half an hour smoke breaks.

'Jesus Christ, you seriously know everything don't you' Robin said, adjusting her bag.

'I do my best. Now this is your office, do whatever you want with it, Thomas will try and get you to keep it professional for about the first month. Then he just gives up' Eddie smiles

Robin nods, looking around the dusty office that hasn't been used for maybe two years?

She puts her bag down and sits in the chair, immediately regretting her decision as a cloud of dust shoots into the air, causing both her and Eddie to erupt into coughing fits.

'God-you, you cough like a grandma' Eddie laughs between coughs.

'You're one to talk' Robin shoots back.

Eddie checks his watch, he's got a tour in about 10 minutes. Shit.

He says a quick goodbye to his new co-worker and rushed out the door to his office, grabbing his lanyard and hair tie.

And right as he's about to leave his office, his phone buzzes.

Eddie picks it up and as soon as his phone lights up his face is splitting into an almost Cheshire grin.

It's Steve! Steve!

And as he opens Steve's message, Eddie swears that his heart skips 4 beats.

Hey! Wanna grab coffee after your shift? 3:21pm

Okay Eddie, play it cool. Of course he can play it cool. How can somebody play it uncool over text? Calm down Eddie. Seriously.

How about we make it dinner? It'll be late by the time I'm done with my paperwork and I know a really good restaurant close to the museum 3:22pm

That was cool. Right? Or was the message too long? Maybe asking to go to dinner was too forward.

His phone lit up again

Even better! :) 3:22pm

Alright. Meet me outside the museum at 6? 3:23pm

Sounds good! 3:23pm

Eddie was practically giggling like a school girl. He never understood the saying 'butterflies in my stomach' saying. Well, he may have before with other crushes, (God he's 23 and he's still saying crush?) but with Steve, It felt like his stomach was on fire. Flame tickling his insides.

God he's such a sap.

Eddie looked up at the clock for the 8th time in thirty minutes. He couldn't help it ok? The most gorgeous man alive was interested in Eddie. Maybe interested. Well, Eddie hopes that Steve is interested. I mean it feels like it, they message nearly all the time, and Eddie feels like he's known Steve for years.

But maybe Steve wasn't interested. Maybe-Maybe Steve just thought Eddie was a fun toy to play with. Eddie hasn't always been seen as a guy everybody wants. Especially in high school. Eddie was the kind of guy that was asked out just for laughs.

Whether it be the time Eddie got asked out, just to have him covered in eggs, or the time that he got left a rose every day for a week before valentines and when he finally got a note asking for Eddie to meet them somewhere, Eddie got stripped to his boxers and tied to a pole.

But he left all that behind and moved to London.

Eddie looked up again at the clock and saw that it was 5:58pm. Shit.

He grabbed all his things and bolted out the door. Nearly forgetting his backpack.

He burst out the museum doors and saw a startled Steve.

'Jesus dude' Steve laughed

'Sorry, sorry! I had to rush, I got caught up' Eddie said, bending over and leaning against his knees, gulping down air.

'It's fine don't worry about it' Steve smiled. God that smile. Safe to say that Eddie has known this guy all of 2 weeks and he is absolutely whipped.

'Shall we?' Eddie asks, after finally catching his breath.

'We shall, sir Eddie' Steve laughed.

And he was a nerd? How was Eddie not supposed to fall for him.

Eddie practically dragged Steve towards the restaurant that was a couple blocks over. Everyone around them looking at the two like they were crazy kids.

Eddie let go of Steve's hand and rushed up to the doors of the restaurant, holding one open gesturing to Steve 'For you, King Stéphanos' Eddie smiles.

'Jesus nobody's called me that in ages' Steve chuckles, his eyes widening slightly 'King I mean, I used to be called King Steve in high school' he continued.

Eddie giggled boyishly at Steve's admission.

'Hi! Welcome to Nostalgic Diner! Table for two?' The hostess asks 'Oh hi Eddie!' She smiles recognising the young man.

'Hey Sue, yeah table for two' Eddie said.

Sue guided the two to a booth before throwing down some menus.

'Strawberry milkshake Eddie?' Sue asks knowingly

'Please, Sue'

Sue smiled at them before walking away.

'So you come here often?' Steve asks

'Trying to hit on me?'

'What-no no, I just meant that the hostess she knew your name and-and you knew hers so I-'

'relax I'm kidding, yeah. I come here a lot'

Steve visibly relaxes and Eddie slides a menu towards him.

'You want to take a look at the menu or do you want to hear my amazing recommendations?' Eddie asks

'I mean, you seem to know what's good on the menu here. So what is your amazing recommendation?'

'You seem like a chocolate milkshake and a bacon burger kind of guy'

'Then, a chocolate milkshake and bacon burger it is'

Once they got their food, they talked about anything and everything

'So what is your accent anyway? I can tell it's not British but it's something. Some of your words, they have a twang to it' Eddie asked

'Yeah...I lived in Greece up until I was about...um 12' Steve answered. But why did he almost sound unsure?

Eddie didn't think about it for too long, already asking a million questions about Greece, and if Steve had seen all the ancient landmarks.

But Steve didn't mind. He answered every question with as much passion as Eddie.

'So, did you get your ring from Greece?' Eddie asked. And he could have sworn he saw Steve's smile falter for a split second, before answering

'Oh yeah, my mom gave it to me' Steve replied softly, staring at the ring.

'Could I take a better look at it? It looks old but somehow preserved amazingly'

'No! I can't take it off!' Steve suddenly shouted. Eddie widened his eyes at his response and tried not to take it to heart.

'I'm sorry, I mean, I can't take it off because my mom died and the last thing she asked was for me to never take it off' Steve said, sadness covering his entire face

'No, I shouldn't have pushed' Eddie said, almost too quickly.

The silence was quickly broken by Steve telling Eddie about the trips he would take to see the Temple Of Poseidon, to which Eddie was nothing but totally invested.

HI BOZOS!!!

Oh my goodness part two what we thinking????

You know I seriously think I'm a genius for that king steve bit but that might just be me

how many fucking times did i say God in this jesus

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Part three next week!!!

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