#Fic asks

[hungriestheidi]

lesbian sebchal teammates for the au!!

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it <3

something happened to me while writing this (it shook me to my core because i want to write this one so badly). anyway, implied/referenced sex lol

“What does it mean to you to be Sebastian’s teammate?” 

Charles looks across the couch, Sebastian’s gaze is focused on her. She’s so beautiful, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, ruddy cheeks, plush peach coloured lips. Charles takes a deep breath.

It’s easy to be starstruck in her presence. A trailblazer, the only woman to win a championship in Formula 1 and she did it times four and in a row. She is a force, a forest fire overtaking a house made of timber, she’s a hurricane and the storm at sea, and the call of the void, and the gaze of sirens and the poster Charles hung in her bedroom as a teenager, zealot tifosa overcome by the appreciation for this fierce woman in blue with a raging red bull stuck to her heart. 

In many ways, she’s everything Charles isn’t. Rowdy, defiant, refusing to be subdued by PR and agendas. She walks into the UAE bearing a pride flag pin on her backpack and skechers branded with rainbows, walks into Hungary and holds her ground when people question her upholding these beliefs of equality. She is a stronghold, a menace, a PR nightmare, a scandal waiting to happen, a hotel room door taunting her from across the hall, a beer shared in the factory after they were done with testing in Fiorano and the car was fast, was responsive, was reliable. 

Sebastian is everything Charles isn’t, flirty and a bit crass at times, makes jokes about tits and balls and sex like it’s no one’s business. She works hard to get Charles out of her shell, asks her about her karting accolades, tells her she followed her F2 season closely, said to the guys in Maranello ‘she’s the real deal’. 

Charles had been a rosso corsa shade of red when Sebastian put a hand on the small of her back and said ‘you’ll blow them all away’ a year ago, when she took the Alfa Romeo seat hoping Ferrari would pick her up sometime in the future.  

The blue in her eyes is so piercing, it pits you against your own sanity, do you avoid her gaze or do you keep letting it lure in into deep, uncertain waters? Sebastian had whispered in her ear, how Charles shone so bright in red, back in the party to wave goodbye to Kimi from Maranello. Charles had blushed the same shade of his midi dress, spread her legs gently when Sebastian pushed a thigh in between her knees, crowding her behind the closed door of some office deep in Gestione Sportiva. Sebastian wore a suit and a blazer, all black with the Ferrari logo like a brand over her heart. 

Sebastian smiles at her, crows feet around her eyes deepening ever so slightly. She smiles in that gentle way it exudes of the care and affection she holds for this new teammate of hers, the one that could take her from the pedestal Ferrari had put her on in 2015. She smiles and she is exhausted, Charles can tell everything has taken a toll on her, the whispering of vicious voices around Maranello, la predestinata and so on.

But she’s beautiful like a dream and stubborn like the bull that gave her wings. She’s Sebastian and she is perfect and Charles is endlessly lost in her.  

“It means a lot,” she ends up saying, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I can learn a lot from her, for sure.”

#lourdes tag #fic asks #sebchal #lesbian sebchal at that!!!!

[epickiya722]

FIC ASK GAME: Give me a fic of mine and I'll tell you a fact about that fic and/or ask a question you have about that fic.

[The fic doesn't have be a fanfiction, it could be an original story, too.]

#giving writers a chance to ramble about their fics #kiya writes #ask game #writer asks #writer ask game #fic asks #fic ask game

[knickknacksandallthat]

I was watching hockey the other day and the announcers were talking about how on the penguins, there are three player who are setting the record for the longest tenure as teammates. they've been playing together for 18 years, i'm sure you can see where my brain went

Anon, yessss!! Omg I can literally just see the interview now:

(Jean, Jeremy, and Kevin sitting in a room with an interviewer)

INTERVIEWER: Well, thanks for sitting down with me, guys! And listen, a few of us were just talking about this - the three of you have been together on the same team for around 10 years now, right?

JEREMY: *smiling* Yep!

JEAN: If you say so.

INTERVIEWER: Wow, that's quite the tenure! Did you know, in fact, that you three are close to setting a record within the league?

KEVIN: What record?

INTERVIEWER: Most consecutive years together on a team.

JEAN: *raises eyebrow* they have records for this?

KEVIN: Who currently holds it?

INTERVIEWER: uh...well I think it's technically Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard with the Dragons.

JEREMY: Awww, good for them!

JEAN: *snorts*

INTERVIEWER: *clears throat* well, in any case, uh...that's quite the achievement, you know? Tell us - what's your secret? What's the magic between you three?

JEREMY: *still smiling* hmm, I wonder.

KEVIN: Practice, hard work, and experience.

INTERVIEWER: Well, I'm sure the time you train together accounts for a lot, but...there's nothing...else you'd say helps?

JEAN: Like?

INTERVIEWER: Um, like...well, you know...like friendship?

JEAN: *blinking* Friendship.

INTERVIEWER: Yeah, man...I mean, after all this time, I would think the three of you have grown so close that you'd be more like bros, you know?

JEAN: *frowning now* Bros.

JEREMY: *biting lip silently against grin* Ohhhh, right. Got it. Yeah man, for sure. Bros.

INTERVIEWER: Exactly! Homies, man.

KEVIN: *tone dripping with derision* Homies.

INTERVIEWER: Three dudes with the most sacred of all bonds - sports.

JEREMY: *now shaking with repressed laughter* Oh, for sure, my dude. Homies. Brotherly bonding. Soooooo hetero. The most.

(Kevin turns to scowl at Jeremy.)

INTERVIEWER: You know, it actually kind of surprised many of us that you didn't end up on a team with Neil and Andrew, Kevin. If anyone, those two are who many of us would have thought you'd be setting this record with.

JEREMY: Oh my god. *doubles over laughing*

JEAN: *smirking* Yes, tell us, Kevin. Why aren't you on a team with Neil and Andrew? Accomplishing this sacred connection of brotherly bonding?

KEVIN: *pinches bridge of nose with fingers before sighing* Let's just say being on the same team with them at the Olympics is more than enough.

KEVIN: *grumbles under breath* The damn pair of menaces.

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INTERVIEWER: Josten and Minyard, we were just out talking to your rivals on the West Coast last week - Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau, and your former PSU teammate, Kevin Day, from the Warriors.

*Both stare silently at him*

INTERVIEWER: *coughs* Right, so, we were just saying how that trio is coming up on your record for teammates with the most time spent together on one team.

NEIL: And? What's your point?

INTERVIEWER: *loosens tie* oh, well, there was a little curiosity, I guess, around why Kevin chose that team instead of coming to play for the Dragons - with the two of you, I mean, his former teammates. Um...do you know why that is?

NEIL: Because Andrew would probably stab him.

INTERVIEWER: I...what?

NEIL: *waving hand back and forth* Yeah, I'd probably give it two weeks at most.

INTERVIEWER: ...

NEIL: See, Kevin would whine and nag, and Andrew would get pissed but he promised Wymack he wouldn't, no matter how much Kevin annoys him. So...yeah. It's probably better that they both stay on opposite ends of the country.

INTERVIEWER: ...

ANDREW: *pulling lollipop out of mouth* Never let a sad, forty-something year old man convince you to promise shit.

#anon this was brilliant #I had so much fun with this #thanks for letting me run with it #kerejean #kevin day #jeremy knox #jean moreau #neil josten #andrew minyard #AND THEY WERE TEAMMATES #lolz #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #fic asks #lovely people #thanks for ask anon!

[ask-games-from-a-weird-girl]

Unwritten/Unpublished fics asks!

For the fics you haven't started writing on yet, but you're planning on it! Or: fics you HAVE started on writing but haven't published (yet). Send a number and a fic!

1. What are you most excited about when you start to write it/publish it?

2. How did you get the idea to write this?

3. If unwritten, when do you think you will start writing it?

4. Is there anything in the fic you're unsure about including?

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

6. Is there any specific ship you're planning to include?

7. What are your plans for -character-?

8. Which character is gonna have the biggest storyline?

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

11. Is there any scene you can't wait for people to react to when reading? Why?

12. How far have you planned ahead?

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

14. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you planned on doing, but now you're feeling like you're gonna scrap those ideas?

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

17. When publishing it, will you have a posting schedule or will you just update whenever?

18. How many chapters do you plan to write ahead before publishing?

19. Is there any scene that you feel is really planned out/going to be really planned out?

20. Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

22. Will this fic include more angst or more fluff?

#fic asks #fic ask #fanfiction ask

[drivestraight]

Your catboy AU is so so good. Is there anything extra or stuff you cut from the universe? Or would you ever consider writing a sequel or continuation of it (no pressure obv but I love the premise and you wrote it so well). I need more catboy.

@scuderlia wrote like 20 different headlines with catboy puns that i never ended putting in the fic for tone reasons 😭 All hers i claim no credit to these genius tweets. They’re so good

and there’s a deleted scene here!

ty for reading ❤️

#asks #fic asks #catboy charles

[musings-of-a-lovesick-fool]

Writer Asks

1. What is a piece of symbolism in your fic?

2. Do you have any easter eggs in your fic?

3. What's something you've researched for your fic?

4. What's something you've researched but haven't incorporated into your fic?

5. What's a piece of lore you haven't shown in your fic or don't think you'll be able to add in?

6. What's a subtle quirk your protag has? How do you convey it in your writing?

7. What character do you enjoy writing most? Why?

8. Are the locations in your fic based on the real world? How accurate are they? Have you added your own locations? (e.g. town, street, building, etc)

9. What is your favourite line/interaction in your fic?

10. What is your favourite au? Have you written anything for it?

11. Is there anything important in your fic you think readers have missed/overlooked?

12. What character has the most lines in your fic? Which character has the least lines?

13. Is there a transition in your fic you're proud of?

14. What is your favourite relationship featured in your fic aside from the main couple(if you have one)?

15. Tell us a fun fact about your fic/wip!

#writer asks #ask game #writerblr #fic asks #fanfic asks #writer ask game

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Hi!.🥺💔🤲 for the emoji asks, please!

Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

When one of them, usually James, comes up with some silly little bit (first thing that springs to mind is the "stolen diamonds" exchange after Lily buys James the coffee in WATJP) and the other one immediately picks it up and runs with it. It's such a fun little snapshot of compatibility and playfulness, and also one of my favourite ways to push back against an awful headcanon that I have frequently seen bandied about on Tumblr, which is the idea that Lily and James have a parent and child-like dynamic in which she's constantly sighing and rolling her eyes at his silliness. No thank you. Any time I can squeeze in a moment where she doesn't just entertain his mad notions, but actively appreciates and participates, is just...sigh, chef's kiss for me.

Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Probably Filthy Animals, because I came so close to the finish line but let my own self-doubt pull the ending I had planned to shreds, and now with the way I feel about the police being what it is, the idea of them being coppers isn't even enjoyable to me anymore.

Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

James Potter: so you'll know

Remus Lupin: Know what?

James Potter: that she's not upset

Remus Lupin: Lily?

James Potter: yeah

Remus Lupin: You don't really believe that.

James Potter: yeah i do believe it in fact i don't think she ever was

Remus Lupin: I don't know how to respond to that, except to say that I just don't think that's true.

James Potter: no no it is true she's not upset at all, she doesn't care about how i'm doing or how i'm handling this or how it would make me feel to see those photos if she did she wouldn't have let beatrice post them, would she? i'm stuck here dying and she's in paris drinking champagne and eating escargot or whatever and and laughing and posing for photos with a famous actor's arm around her waist as if everything is all so brilliant and that's not what upset people DO

Remus Lupin: That's what a lot of upset people do, mate. To save face.

James Potter: but SHE doesn't do that! not with me

Remus Lupin: Right, but she doesn't really have you at the moment.

James Potter: i'm right here!

#fic asks #snippet

[kandisheek]

Tony : "You always were the one to rush headfirst into danger, Steve. It's both admirable and infuriating."

Steve : "I won't let you throw yourself into the fire without a plan, Tony. You mean too much to me. I can't bear the thought of losing you. You're more than just a friend. I'm done pretending, Tony. I need you in my life more than I care to admit."

Can you please 🥺?

Thanks very much

I got you ;)

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Tony stormed into Steve’s living room right as he was patching up the bullet hole in his leg. “There you are, asshole! What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Hello to you too, Tony,” Steve said with the exact kind of long-suffering tone that made Tony’s teeth grind.

“I had him! I fucking had him, you didn’t need to -”

“Yeah, well, that’s not what I saw,” Steve said, way too calmly for Tony’s tastes. “He was in your blind spot with a gun pointed right at you. What was I supposed to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe let the guy in a fucking metal suit handle it?”

“We didn’t know what kind of gun it was. It could’ve hurt you.”

Tony threw his hands up. “And what about you, huh? You can’t throw yourself on every sword just because -”

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” Steve said with a frown. “Do I need to remind you of the last time you -”

“Oh, come on, this again?”

“You always throw yourself into danger without any backup,” Steve said, glaring right at Tony. “If you don’t want people making the sacrifice play for you, then stop expecting me to let you do the same. I - we can’t lose you. You’re too important to us.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “This from the guy who jumps out of planes without a parachute. You’re always throwing yourself right into the thick of things, which - I admit - is admirable, but it’s also fucking infuriating -”

“And you don’t think I get angry too?” Steve snapped, finally meeting Tony’s aggression with his own. “You could have died, Tony! I can’t -” Tony’s eyes widened when Steve made a choked noise, his face pained. “I can’t lose you, don’t you get it? I need you. You’re my best friend. You’re -” There was a second’s hesitation before Steve’s jaw flexed as he looked up at Tony with a determined look in his eyes. “You’re more than that. So if the choice is you or me, don’t expect me to do anything else. I’ll always choose you.”

Tony shook his head, his mind whirring as Steve’s words echoed in his brain. “More than what?”

Steve averted his eyes, looking troubled. “You know what I mean.”

“Pretty sure I don’t, actually,” Tony said, his voice a little too high. Steve sighed, looking up at him.

“I care about you, Tony. The thought of you getting hurt or - or worse, just -” Steve grimaced. “I can’t let that happen. Don’t ask it of me.”

“You -” Tony pointed at him, then let his hand sink when he realized how stupid that was. “Are you saying you -”

“Yes,” Steve said, a little exasperatedly. Tony’s heart flipped at the fond undertone in Steve’s voice though. “I have feelings for you.”

“Huh.” Tony sat down hard on the couch next to Steve. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Steve asked, and Tony nodded, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Well, as long as it’s okay,” Steve said, and how the fuck could he make a joke right now, Jesus Christ, Tony was - Tony had to -

He turned and surged forward, taking in how Steve’s eyes widened in surprise a millisecond before Tony’s mouth met his, catching him in a fierce kiss. For a second it was awkward as hell, but then Steve opened his mouth and let Tony in, catching him with an arm around his shoulders, his other hand cupping Tony’s cheek. They kissed for what could’ve been hours or minutes, both of them breathing hard when they finally pulled back.

“Don’t take any more bullets for me,” Tony said, and Steve chuckled, running a hand through Tony’s hair.

“I will if you wait for backup in the future.”

Tony pondered that for a moment before he nodded. “Deal.”

Steve blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I can’t lose you either,” Tony said, his heart pounding when Steve’s lips pulled up in the softest smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“If I had known it was that easy, I would’ve kissed you ages ago.”

Tony snorted a laugh, pulling Steve in for another kiss.

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled against Steve’s lips. “We never do things the easy way.”

#stony fic #ficlet #fic asks #stony #marvel #fanfic #snippet

[seijorhi]

How obsessive was Oikawa upon first hearing Hatori was his son, and how much did his obsession with family worsen when he met reader in Settle?

Did he know what his plans were for her from when they first interviewed? When did he start to realize he wanted to keep her?

Oikawa was stunned, but once he actually had Hatori in his arms, it was like a switch flipped. He’d do anything for that little, squirming bundle, give anything.

I think I’ve mentioned before in an older ask that oikawa didn’t set out to find a wife/mother with the babysitting gig, he truly just wanted someone he trusted to look after his boy while he was training. Somewhere along the way, watching her take care of his son, seeing how hatori clung to her – and then spending his own time with her after getting home and putting hatori to bed, a seed took root, began to sprout.

I do think that as his obsession with the reader deepened, his own protective tendencies over his son grew worse too. He has this perfect life, surely no one’s allowed to be this happy? Oikawa’s terrified that somehow it’ll slip through his grasp.

#also this is definitely one of those cases where #Oikawa’s telling his team mates you’re together #long before you even know what he’s planning #rhi answers #fic asks #settle #sea change

[letsquestjess]

So I heard you were doing fic requests (I stumbled on a post lol)

I'm not a big x Reader fan (sry 😭) but is it okay if I just request the bad batch relaxing on a forest planet in a cozy cabin? I just think that huddling up next to a fireplace, hot soup and hot cocoa would be the ultimate way to relax 😅

(Also writing this request reminded me of a drawing of Cross chilling in a cabin that I made a while back, is it okay if I tag you when I post it?)

Thank you and have a nice day! :D

Hello! Thank you so much for the request! Of course you can tag me in the Crosshair cabin post, it sounds so sweet! 😊💜

By the Warmth of the Fire

Summary: The Batch go on a relaxing retreat to a cabin in the woods.

Word count: 904

Warnings: None.

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“That shower definitely beats the one on the ship,” Hunter said, padding out of his bedroom and tying up his almost dry hair into a quick bun before readjusting his bandana. Despite his efforts to tame the flowing curls, a couple of stubborn strands still flopped over the red fabric. 

The worn fireplace crackled, casting a soft, welcoming glow over the open living space. The metal poker on the stand had been scorched until the original metallic shine dulled beneath the constant heat, and Hunter was careful when he balanced the deceptive weight of it and nudged the larger surviving logs. 

“Where are the others?” Echo asked as he set the steaming bowls of soup onto the coffee table. Crosshair trailed closely behind with a tray of hot chocolate, placing each on the stone slab by the fire to keep them warm. 

“They shouldn’t be too long,” Hunter replied. Settling into the nearest armchair, he sank into the plush cushions and accepted the bowl Echo handed to him. He took a sniff of the curling steam and recognised the scent. “This one of Gregor’s?” 

“Yeah. When I told him we were coming out here, he gave me the recipe and it seemed easy enough to put together.”

The door groaned in protest as Omega, Tech, and Wrecker pushed their way inside, shutting out the biting wind and tracking snow behind them. 

“We’ve been waiting for you three,” Echo chuckled, assisting his sister in removing her coat and hanging it on the hooks. He guided her to a comfortable spot in front of the crackling fire and placed a bowl of soup in her hands. “Careful, it’s still hot.” 

With a nod, the girl brought a spoonful to her lips and blew on it before taking a sip. “It’s good,” she said as Crosshair draped a blanket over her shoulders. 

“The smell’s making me hungry,” Wrecker groaned. His stomach growled as he dumped the armful of chopped logs onto the dwindling pile and grabbed his dinner. He ignored the spoon and sipped straight from the bowl, letting out a small, satisfied belch. “Tastes great,” he declared, digging back in. “We got anymore?” 

“There’s about half a pan left,” Echo said. “I also cut up one of the fresh loaves if anyone wants some bread.” Sitting himself down on the sofa beside Tech, he took the last serving and savoured the warm, heartening aroma. His brothers tucked into their meals, and the sound of spoons on ceramic and slurps mingled with the crackle of the fire as it put up a valiant effort against the gusts invading the chimney. 

“How did your exploration go?” Hunter asked, glancing between Omega and Tech. 

“We didn’t go far, like we promised,” Omega replied, “but we saw a flock of ice birds.”

“Arcasia birds,” Tech corrected gently. “I believe they were preparing to migrate underground, otherwise we would not have seen them.” 

“Sounds fun,” Hunter said. “Did you get a look at the trail?”

“The snow is clearing, so if we wanted to go on a hike up to the springs, tomorrow would be the optimal day for it,” Tech replied. 

The tracker relished the warmth of the soup as he drained the last spoonful and set the empty bowl onto the low table. “We can head out in the morning,” he suggested. “So long as we don’t have any heavy snowfall overnight.”

As a howl ravaged down the chimney, Wrecker swiftly shoved the mantlepiece guards up to prevent the ashes from scattering. “Looks to be getting colder,” he commented, ensuring none of the smouldering flecks had managed to reach Omega. “Might be best to grab those extra blankets from the attic.” 

“Oh,” Omega said with a spark of excitement, “I have an idea. If it’s going to be cold, we could bring the bedrolls in here and sleep by the fire.”

“I brought Sabacc cards so we could always play a few rounds before bed,” Crosshair added, and Omega threw him a competitive grin. 

Hunter nodded in approval to the plan. “Okay, but if there are any arguments like last time, we’re leaving those cards here.” 

“It wasn’t that bad,” Crosshair reasoned. 

“Finish your soup,” Hunter told him in a commanding yet light tone. 

Omega wasted no time in grabbing her share of hot chocolate after she had cleaned her bowl. She took a small sip, relishing the sweetness, and offered the other mugs to her brothers as they mopped up the rest of their dinner with the fresh bread. Crosshair directed her to the Sabacc cards, and mug in hand, she disappeared into the back bedroom and reappeared moments later with them.

Hunter nestled into his seat and glanced around at his siblings. On the sofa, Echo indulged Tech’s ramblings, asking him about the various bird species he had encountered during his trek as he flipped through the pictures on his datapad, while Crosshair, Wrecker, and Omega got to work setting up the game. The brawler’s raucous guffaws warmed the room as he clapped Crosshair on the shoulder in amusement, and the sniper returned a tickled laugh. 

“Hunter?” 

Hunter’s attention lifted to Omega as she presented him with a set of cards. 

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked. 

“Couldn’t be better,” he replied, a smile spreading across his face as he graciously took the playing cards. “Come on, I’ve got games to win before we go to bed.” 

#fic asks #fic request #tbb #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch fic #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb omega

[not-freyja]

20 this is an adjuration

So this one got asked twice. Here is my first response. But in a move that surprises no one, I have more to say!

One of the most major things in the entire story is the passage of time itself.

Adjuration is a linear telling of a non-linear narrative.

What does that mean practically? Well, things that are happening to the Chain in chapter 9 are a direct result of the actions they take in chapter 59. The events of the prologue only occur because of an action a character takes in act 5. Etc, etc.

And while there is a lot of action going on, I feel like the consequences of the way time as a force is acting on the Chain is not sinking in properly. Hopefully it will very soon with the chapters still to come.

This is a story about closed loops on time travel. It’s circles within circles and loops within loops, and every one of these boys are in fact a walking paradox! It seems like the readers don’t see the loops until they close, though.

#freyja writes fic #this is an adjuration #freyja answers #ask game #fic asks #this was a little rambly and incoherent

[hungriestheidi]

sebchal beekeeper and his apprentice au? <3

send me an au and i’ll give you a ficlet about it

"Try not to think about being stung too much," he says, pumping the little hive with some smoke. It smells like nothing or maybe Charles has his nose clogged.

Considering the amount of stupid decisions he made since turning twenty six, a week ago (break up with his girlfriend, cancel his holiday with his family, quit his job and find a farm apprenticenship in fuck-know's-where, Switzerland), it wouldn't really be that wild to consider his body is starting to get sick.

He wasn't even thinking about getting stung, but now he is and he is panicking for a hot two or three minutes before Sebastian reaches forward, putting a hand around his wrist and squeezing gently.

"Have you done this before?" Sebastian asks. He'd put on his astronaut-esque bee outfit alongside Charles, helped him zip up and stay put while he taught him how to deal with the bees.

His response is shaking his head lightly. Sebastian let's out a breathy laugh.

"I could tell," he sounds amused by this entire thing as he continues to explain him bit by bit what to do.

It wasn't really his first idea when he started his day in the farm, but the guy delivering the honey had the most beautiful blue eyes, a full proper beard spreading around his jawline and a German accent that dripped all over Charles' ears like, well, honey. It was sweet, it was maddeningly addictive.

The plaid of his shirt was red and white and Charles made a comment about Bayern Munich. The stranger, Sebastian Vettel he had introduced himself as, gave him a grimace and then a laugh. "Eintracht Frankfurt, all the way." Then he invited him over for a 'lesson' in beekeeping, wagging his eyebrows, licking his lips and all.

Charles didn't actually expect a beekeeping class, more a beeline for his bedroom. But here he is, leaning over a beehive, surrounded by the buzzing of at least a dozen bees, peeking to follow Sebastian's finger as he points to the queen.

"Funny thing, eh?" Sebastian says, after explaining to him about the future queen being fed exclusively royal jelly, that's how they make it a queen.

"Yeah," Charles responds, looking up to find Sebastian staring at him. "Are you going to give me some more honey or...?"

"I would give you anything you asked," he pats Charles' lower back, hard enough to be felt through the layers of bee-protection and the tight shirt he was wearing underneath, "Anything, anytime." Sebastian throws him a wink and turns to the right, walking off to the next bee hive.

Charles doesn't know what to do with all of that, so he follows him and hopes for at least a jar of honey to make up for his troubles.

#fic asks #sebchal #63historian #<- i love your url lol

[peachdues]

okay we all know the ask that’s like what fics have you whacked it to, but I raise you what fics made you stare into the void for hours after you finished reading and sent you on an emotional spiral?

#manacled it was manacled for me #fic asks #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic asks

[knickknacksandallthat]

now all i can think about is matt asking jean if he and kevin have bumped baguettes yet and the chaos that follows

anon, the gift that keeps on giving...Matt's completely inappropriate use of french pastries:

*Jeremy, Jean, and Kevin return from hospital*

MATT: Hey, you guys are back! Great! We have a question for you.

AARON: *sliding hand over face* oh no.

DAN: *pointing finger at Matt* Matthew Donovan Boyd, don't you dare-

MATT: so, I mean, clear this up for us if you can, boys. What exactly are you doing with Kev?

JEREMY: *visibly confused* You mean...other than taking him home from the hospital?

MATT: And?

JEAN: And what?

MATT: Come on, Moreau, don't play dumb. Tell us - are you and Knox bumping baguettes together with him?

JEAN: *deadeyeing matt now* What.

AARON: Jesus fucking Christ, Boyd.

ALLISON: Shush, don't stop them - I'm recording.

MATT: Dude, I'm just saying - are you putting the tang in his tart? The cream in his eclair? The flake in his croissant? The meringue in his macaron? The pain in his au chocolat? The tutti in his frutti?

KEVIN: *brow furrowed as he turns to Jean* Are you suddenly opening a French bakery that I'm unaware of?

JEAN: *handing his coat to Jeremy and rolling up his sleeves* Boyd, in the name of Kevin's honor and justice for all of France, prepare to have your ass kicked.

Part 2 to this ask

#cue chaos and kevin's apartment going to shambles #just another fox reunion #wymack doesn't even blink when neil answers kevin's phone only to find #renee standing on top of a thoroughly pissed jean #boyd up in dan's arms like a frightened cat #kevin with his hair standing on end and face red as he stands between the two snapping something #Allison gleefully still recording on her cell phone #aaron and katelyn packing up to leave #while Andrew and Jeremy sit in the background eating bagels with strawberry cream #hell yes I'm pushing the Knox/Minyard friendship agenda #I just feel like for some reason if anyone was going to get to Andrew it'd be Jeremy #brilliant add anon #fic asks #a fallen star #my works #kevin day #jeremy knox #jean moreau #kerejean #matt boyd #aftg #all for the game #lovely people #thank you for the ask anon!

[onlyshestandsthere]

Hi! Here it is

It's ok if you don't like it! I haven't drawn anything in years so I know it's not great but I wanted to try anyway (I'm not even sure if the image quality is good cause unfortunately I'm not a digital artist so I'm posting with my phone lol)

So yeah lemme know what you think? Bye!

I honestly don't even know if you know how exciting this is for me. I legit haven't written fanfiction in over a decade, and even that was a small enough thing that I never finished. To get fanart? This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen!

And they're both so cute! Jade's little blush! Kit's knowing look! The tiny spoons! The hair!

Really, this is amazing and it has made my entire year, no joke.

#I legit never expected to ever see fanart of anything I wrote this is insane #I don't even know what to say except thank you! #Tanthamore #Tanthamore Fic #Jade Claymore #Kit Tanthalos #Wow oh wow #BMMMSAS #Fic asks

[drivestraight]

wip game -- tooth/teeth? love the snippet you posted and so so excited to read the whole thing

okay. this is the last one. good night everyone.

“My teeth,” Charles replies, like a secret he has held close to his chest, like something dangerous. “My canines are sharper.”

“Yeah?” Max asks, a husk of what it was, “I didn’t notice.” He really hadn’t. Maybe he should’ve looked closer. Maybe he was looking in all the wrong places. No longer, he thinks, then asks, “Can I see?”

Charles’ pupils are blown. Almost almond-shaped. His throat bobs. And he nods.

Slowly, Charles opens his mouth. Tilts his jaw back so that Max can see—all of him. Then—he closes his eyes, screws them shut, embarrassed, but willing. The air feels thick, and Max cannot help but lift his hand and cup his jaw. Run his thumb along Charles’ lower lip, only because he has offered it. The slide is spit-wet, makes it easy for Max to slip his finger into Charles’ mouth, the heel of his palm feather-light against his jaw as he glides the inside of his thumb along his lower row of teeth. Charles makes a small noise—a whimper, maybe, but he does not wince, does not pull away. Keeps his mouth open for Max to probe, pliant, obedient, even though Max has not said a single word. Not there, Max thinks, and brings his thumb to Charles’ canines, the smooth, sharp outline of them. Wet.

“Yeah,” Max breathes out, pulling his thumb out of Charles’ mouth, but not removing his hand, keeping it in place. He dries his finger on the corner of Charles’ mouth. Charles finally opens his eyes. “They’re sharper.”

#and then the rescue team walk in. #asks #fic asks #catboy charles