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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia.

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him.

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him.

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. ��What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet.

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself.

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖#it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏#but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂#so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭#some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌#(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀)#some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out!#(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3)#however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀#there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨#also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 2 years

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here for those who asked + the most recent addition to the cast

#is that how you write addition #anyway #yes when you see this there should be a new chapter posted #give it like two or three mins for it to appear idk how long it takes for ao3 to update this stuff #surprisingly i don't have much to ramble on down here with these two #if you spot the references in vinea's design you're really paying attention #if you do then you can probably guess who is one of celestia's captains #not sure if that would count as a spoiler since i feel like y'all should've seen 'er coming a mile away #either way #hope you'll enjoy!#.png #.png fic #.png cyanide

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beesinspades · 9 months

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Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Vash the Stampede Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Biblically accurate Vash, but make him even more beastly, (for better or worse the author drew him so you can get an idea), Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Harm, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Vash the Stampede Has an Eating Disorder, Purring Vash the Stampede, No TriMax Spoilers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings May Change, Rating May Change, no MCD or unhappy ending i promise, but it IS trigun haha

Word Count: 6k Chapters: 1/6

Summary:

Months after the July disaster, Wolfwood is asked by a small town to kill the monster that lives in the vestiges of an old ship. Although he refuses, a little girl's plea not to hurt her friend sends him on a new course—not knowing the beast he'll find in the wreckage might be more than he bargained for.

#vashwood #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun fanfiction #bee writes #don't have a nice promo pic this time because i'm not home for another two weeks :(#ANYWAY here it is finally!!! I hope you'll enjoy it!!!#creechur fic

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strangersatellites · 6 months

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trouble's always gonna find you, baby (but so am i) - CHAPTER TWO

❤️‍🔥🛠️🦷🫀⛓️

a handshake, a handbook, and a handgun

read on ao3

snippet under the cut!

After he’d spent a few minutes kicking a rock around the floor he started to get impatient. As he was about to grab his phone and call, he heard a shuffling sound from the balcony.

His head snapped up with a shout of “Hello?”

His own voice echoed back to him so loud and clear he’d almost missed the whistle that came from the darkest corner upstairs.

Two tones. First down, second up.

Steve’s brows furrowed in confusion and frustration.

“I didn’t drive all the way to the city for your bullshit games, man!”

He’s met with more quiet.

He mutters complaints under his breath and turns to leave. He’s spent too much of his life waiting around, and he’s not doing it anymore.

He makes it about three steps before he hears a whistle again. This time directly behind him.

Two tones. First up, second down.

This was the moment that Steve learned that you don’t have to have had the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of your skull before to know what it feels like.

The thought clicks into his head in time with the click of the safety being turned off.

That whistle. He’s heard it before.

In the supermarket when he bought groceries last week.

The park when he was jogging before sunrise one morning.

From a passing car while he sat in traffic with his window down.

He’s heard it for weeks, he just didn’t realize it until now.

#chapter two is live!!!#this is the most plot I have literally ever written #warning this is not a casual read At All #you'll need some brain power for this one #I'm having a shit day so everyone is required to clap and be so nice to me #anyway hope u enjoy!#next week we reallllly get into it #fic tag:#TROUBLE #gin writes #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson

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youchangedmedestiel · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 2,459

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Claire Novak (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Episode: s10e09 The Things We Left Behind (Supernatural), Canon Universe, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, They don't really talk about it though, Holding Hands, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Fluff, Light Angst, canon angst, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

Dean and Cas are on their burger date while Sam searches on how to find Claire. They talk about the Mark, but their conversation doesn’t just stop there like on the show. Instead, Dean tells Cas about the high school kids’ show about their lives, based on Chuck’s books, Sam and he attended to. He even mentions Marie and her view on Cas and Dean’s relationship, allowing him to know how Cas feels about it.

#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fanfiction #spn 10x09 #The Things We Left Behind #canon fic #kissing #holding hands #fluff #light angst #but like canon angst #so you are used to it #kinda hopeful ending though #like they kiss but then they have to return to what happens in the show you know #anyway #i hope you'll enjoy it #my destiel fanfic

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allsassnoclass · 1 year

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pas de deux

Pairing: Michael Clifford/Ashton Irwin Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Key Tags: Ballet, Fake/Pretend Relationship, The Nutcracker, Strangers to Lovers Word Count: around 50,140 Read on AO3

Summary:

Michael Clifford is an up and coming choreographer who has been brought to the Minneapolis Ballet to revamp their production of The Nutcracker. Ashton Irwin was a ballet prodigy who stepped out of the spotlight after a devastating injury five years ago and is now ready to return to dance. After they begin fake dating to protect a secret, they end up spending a lot more time together than either of them anticipated, both inside the rehearsal room and outside of it.

Now complete!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

#my writing #mashton #5sos fic #5sos fanfiction #mashton fanfic #ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!#welcome to ficmas 2022 i am doing one chaptered fic instead of 12 little ones #i hope y'all like this! it has been hard work but i think it's pretty good!#and this one Does have a specific update schedule which i will be sticking to #every sunday until christmas you'll get a chapter #also i'm sorry for that summary i couldn't find a good excerpt that also kind of explained things #i tried but it ended up way too long #there's just too much to unpack with this plot lol you have the dance you have the fake dating you have ashton's Tragic Past and Pressure #i had a good excerpt but it didn't touch on the fake dating at all and the fake dating is very much part of it #and the fake dating excerpt didn't touch on the dance one and the dance stuff is very much part of it #anyway! anyway. i hope y'all enjoy #also this is my 50th 5sos fic on ao3!!!!!!

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stormyoceans · 2 years

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monica hi!!! reading your vegaspete tags is always such a delightful experience so anyway can you recommend some of your fave vegaspete fanfic?? tysm!!

hello!!! if i have to be completely honest, i still haven't had much time to read as many vegaspete fics as i'd like, and im pretty sure most of them are already pretty well known, but here are some i've really enjoyed and saved in my bookmarks!!

1. Boar Taint by @clandestinegardenias

“When a boar hasn’t been castrated–-do you know what castration is?” It doesn’t seem wise to admit to that either way, so Pete stays silent. “When a male hog is young, they tie a string around its balls. Tight.” Oh god. He’s actually going to explain it. ------ When Porsche is whisked away from the minor family's compound, Pete stays behind as collateral. He doesn't mind, until he does. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his mission, until he will. Until the prince of the family finally sees him, and decides he's worth keeping.

2. golden hour by honeydrip (lmeden)

Pete stretches as he wakes, a languid gesture that fills up the bed and presses him against Vegas. His spine cracks and the muscles in his shoulders scream and he feels the bruises on his side begin to burn. He is a symphony of pain, and he smiles into the flesh of Vegas’s arm. Pete and Vegas get ready to go out on a date.

3. hoping at the gates they'll tell me that you're mine by puckbaes

Missing scenes between Vegas being gunned down and waking up again. Pete takes care of an injured Vegas, what's left of the minor family's business and Macau. He's reminded that while he resigned from his job, the family that loves him are not going to abandon him. Bamf!Pete, found families, and glimpses of life after Vegas wakes up.

4. i fill you up, drink from my cup by petes_vegas

It was evident even from as far away as they were that the man was flirting with Vegas, his laughs echoing throughout the hall in a way that made Pete embarrassed for him at the obviousness of it all. Vegas seemed to play along, to flirt back, his smile and laughter with the man appearing genuine—but Pete knew better. The second the man glanced away from Vegas to look at his phone, Vegas’ eyes were locked with Pete’s. A grin, all sharp teeth, spread across his face. -- Pete and Vegas fight before the first big event they’ve gotten an invite to in six months. They each take it as an opportunity to play a game of jealousy chicken, seeing who will break the other first.

5. let me have you (by my side) by incendir

He would much rather die believing Pete wanted him than live long enough for Pete to regret his choice and leave Vegas all over again. Vegas wouldn’t survive that a second time. [Or, six times Vegas wakes up]

6. lion in my living room by Pettecal72

Vegas looks down at his hands. Hurt him, his fingers say. Do it while Macau isn’t here. You’ve already exchanged the poetry, the pretty words. So do it now. You can make him cry so prettily. Isn’t that how you’ve always shown love best? Isn’t that the only thing you’re good for? Do it— The head on his lap shifts. The breath along his hip skitters, then disappears as Pete turns and looks up. His eyes are black—blacker than black—and he smiles. “Good morning, Vegas.” Vegas swallows. --- Pete helps Vegas recover. Vegas confronts what he wants. Pete eggs him on.

7. Lost Pet by @clandestinegardenias

Vegas has very few things he truly allows himself to care for, in this life. Going through the routine of feeding his hedgehog, only to find that a second pet has left him in as many weeks, might finally be the thing that pulls him under.

8. Pain & Pleasure by @onstoryladders

A VegasPete Tattoo Parlor AU

9. Sweet Disposition by fruitsoda

All Vegas wants is some alone time with Pete. He's going to shoot the next person that interrupts them. Even if they're from his family. Especially if they're from his family.

10. Switchblade Jealousy by kerrikins

When Vegas is called to step in to torture someone, Pete goes along to watch. He doesn't expect to get jealous.

11. Tear You Apart by Scarlet_Fever

Someone tries to kill Vegas, which turns VegasPete into horny murder gremlins. Chaos (and sex) ensues.

12. where it's so sweet and heavenly by saru

Hornbills mate for life. Vegas thinks he understands. — or, Pete is the perfect business partner, lover and father. Vegas wants him to have his babies. Figuratively speaking.

#i won't apologize for any of the filth you're going to find in these tbh #also how do people make decent fic recs post because i always feel like mine are way too long and all over the place ;;;;;#anyway.. not sure if you'll find anything new here but if you do i hope you're gonna enjoy them!!!#vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #fic recs #motianshan #m: ask

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datheetjoella · 1 year

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A Future With You (MakoHaru Week 2023)

Hello, friends! It’s been a while since the MakoHaru week ended, but I didn’t have the time to put all the fics together in a collection-post before, so here it is now. Here you can find all the fics that I wrote for the occasion along with a little description. You can also find the whole collection under the name “A Future With You (MakoHaru Week 2023)” over on AO3!

Day 1: Hidden in Plain Sight Prompt: Body Worship. Rating: E. Word count: 9,6k Setting: Historical AU. “For the past five years, Makoto has been working as a servant at the earl’s estate, the last four of which as the valet of the earl’s son, Lord Haruka. But no one knows the true nature of his job and, if their secret were to be discovered, it would have catastrophic consequences for both Haruka and himself. When Haruka makes him a life-changing proposition, Makoto has to decide if he dares to risk it all for a shot at happiness.” (AO3)

Day 2: A Piece of Me (is Always With You) Prompt: Love Letters. Rating: T. Word count: 6,4k. Setting: Post-Canon. “While at a training camp in Stockholm, Haruka finds himself feeling lonely without Makoto, who is studying for exams back in Tokyo. When he’s reminded of an unanswered letter Makoto sent him when they were children, Haruka thinks this might be the perfect opportunity to finally respond to it.” (AO3)

Day 3: Hydrangeas, Orange Blossoms, and Everything in Between Prompt: Flowers + Soulmates. Rating: G. Word count: 5,1k Setting: Soulmate AU. “On his late grandmother’s birthday, Haruka goes to a flower shop to buy a bouquet with his grandmother’s favourite flowers. There, Haruka finally meets the person responsible for the ever-changing soulmate mark adorning the inside of his wrist.” (AO3)

Day 4: A Spoonful of Love Prompt: Cooking. Rating: T. Word count: 5,6k. Setting: Post-Canon. “After two weeks apart, Haruka is finally coming home from a training camp and Makoto wants to surprise him with a special dinner. With the moral support and guidance of his mother, Makoto whips up a dish he’s never made before.” (AO3)

The rest of the fics are beneath the cut!

Day 5: Toast to the Future Prompt: Proposal. Rating: T. Word count: 5,5k. Setting: Post-Canon. “After months of working hard for the Olympics, Haruka and Makoto go on a luxurious vacation to relax and unwind. But that’s not all Haruka has in store for Makoto; he surprises him with a romantic date night that sets the course for the rest of their lives.” (AO3)

Day 6: Tell Me Once More Prompt: Cuddles. Rating: T. Word count: 3,2k. Setting: Post-Canon. “When Makoto comes home from work somber and upset, Haruka knows just what to do and say to raise his spirits.” (AO3)

Day 7: Heart-Shaped Chocolates Prompt: Genderbend. Rating: T. Word count: 7k. Setting: High School. “Although Valentine’s Day is Haruka’s least favourite holiday for one specific reason, when Makoto requests her help to make chocolates for their friends and classmates, she can’t refuse. But when Makoto asks her who she’s going to hand out chocolates to, Haruka can’t avoid confronting her true feelings.” (AO3)

#i'm sorry i'm stupid #makoharu fic #my fic #a future with you (makoharu week 2023)#makoharu #hidden in plain sight #a piece of me (is always with you)#hydrangeas orange blossoms and everything in between #a spoonful of love #toast to the future #tell me once more #heart-shaped chocolates #hello sorry for the post but i needed something to pin to my account haha #anyway reading sharing commenting giving kudos everything would mean the world to me #so if you havent seen these fics before #i hope you'll enjoy them!

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