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i-luvsang · 2 months

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red tulips — kim hongjoong

for : 1.5k milestone event ➖⟢ pairing : florist!hongjoong x gn!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff ➖⟢ cw : not proofread/edited, kissing ➖⟢ wc : 0.6K ➖⟢ rating : pg-13

moodboard : hongjoong + flower shop + pastel blue/lavendar/pink

kim hongjoong has always felt like quite the enigma to you. his mystery lies in his lavender colored hair, always a pretty contrast with his dark eyes and serious manner. most days, he certainly looks like he belongs in his flower shop, especially when he puts on his soft smile that makes his customers hearts melt, and buy a few extra blooms they didn’t really need. but when he hired you to help him with the business end of things for his shop, he surprised you with his sharp and darker fashion, impeccable and fitting with his intelligent and down-to-earth personality. you guess that you were expecting someone different, someone maybe a bit naive, a grinning dreamer without much sense who needed someone like you; business-like, a slight workaholic who’s secretly craving for something far more lovely than what you had before.

you certainly found lovely, in his eyes and his firm and welcoming handshake. it surprised you that he was just about as business-like as you. he knew exactly what his small business needed—impressive, because most business owners without proper training take forever to realize that all they need is just a bit of focused help; like you. he’s definitely a dreamer, with all the ambition and sense to make things happen. your ideals and talents go together just as well as like lime juice on mangoes; intriguing and successful in making people come back for more. not just customers, but the two of you as well.

without saying a word about it, you both always find yourself lingering, even when your shift is over. at first, you never came in until midday, so you could be around for closing. but as your time in the flowershop goes from weeks to months, you’re coming in early in the morning several days a week.

there’s something magical about those mornings, when the sun is waking up with you, its bright and clear rays streaming into the wide windows of the shop and filtering through the plastic sheets and petals of new flower bunches ready to be made into masterpieces by hongjoong’s artist’s hands. it’s quiet, always, and you love to hear his shuffling footsteps in the back room or a soft sigh from his lips you’d miss otherwise.

that’s how you realize he’s got you wrapped around his finger and his fingers are clasped around your heart. the very heart you never thought you’d wear on your sleeve like this, much less give away without even knowing it until you’re waking up early just to hear a puff of air escape his lips.

and since you love him, you learn his language, clinging to his every word when he offhandedly explains the meaning behind flowers as he constructs a pretty new bouquet. he, on the other hand, doesn’t expect you to remember a thing about this silly little thing, just talking because you told him you like to listen to him talk. he thinks about that a lot.

it’s just that he doesn’t expect you to kiss him when he hands you a simple bouquet of red tulips. he tells you that the flowers are a token of his appreciation, a thanks for helping his small business become so successful in so short a time. but since you know better than that, you cut of his words with a gentle kiss that leaves him sputtering.

“i like you too,” you grin, holding the flowers pointedly up. for a moment, the flower-nerd part of his brain wonders if he should have started with something far more obscure in the language of flowers. he intended to build up to a verbal confession, but since you outpaced him without a second thought, he flicks aside any thought that isn’t about kissing you again. he presses his lips to yours, reaching his hand up to grab the bouquet and your sweet hand, pulling both you and the flowers closer until he decides to cast aside the blooms all together in favor of getting your body flush against his. he has plenty of spare red tulips.

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islerouxsims · 11 months

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Dizzy Isy Update

Hi guys,

I swear I am not dragging out the release of the next version of my Dizzy Isy Save File...it’s just I have no time for it. I really do try. I have created some new creations since my last update on here about version 6.

Here are (in order) a renovation of 13 Acacia Avenue. This will be the house for the Browne family.

“This house has 3 adult bedrooms, a teen room and finally, a room for a cute little infant. The master suite has its own bathroom and walk-in-closet. There is sizeable terrace with a bbq and bar area for summer dining.The verdant garden is treehouse ready and equiped with activities for the little one.”

Captain Crankbait's Cabin

“A stone's throw away from the marina sits Captain Crankbait's cabin. Built from local timber & furnished with love, there’s a treasure trove of intriguing bits & bobs. It may not blend in with the new SanSequoia but Casper adores his little piece of paradise. It's tranquil, boasts its own fishing pond & twinkles at night. He knows of plans to knock it down, but it will have to be over his dead body!”

Cap'n Crankbait & Salty

“Old Captain Casper has shunned conventional life for a while now. He has deep roots in SanSequoia but he is horrified by the gentrification of the area. Luxurious rentals have replaced single family homes and his tumbledown log cabin stands out from the trendy cafés & businesses. Many want to knock his cabin down but he thinks it reflects the true unshakable San Sequoian ethic. One that is slowly being eradicated.”

Celebration Way Shops

“This charming strip is the newest hangout in SanSequoia. Pop into the flowershop to spoil that special sim in your life or enjoy a cupcake & sip of coffee from the cafe while watching the world pass by from the terrace. Or if you prefer the scent of books, find yourself in a comfortable chair in the bookshop & get lost in the written word. When these three mix, there's no way of having a bad day.”

For any of you waiting (patiently) for this update, I hope this wets your appetite.

Bon appétit et merci,

Isy x

#isleroux #dizzy isy #ts4 save #ts4 save file #sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 save file #the sims 4 save file #dizzy isy save file

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orange-peony · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you @artsyunderstudy for tagging me in this game!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

65 works, one active WIP and several works in the making.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,365,752 (wowsers, I am very verbose)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly HP and Carry On, but I used to write in loads of other fandoms back in the days.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Constellations on your skin (drarry, 56k, E) Feather (drarry, 35k, E) New Slang (drarry, 25k, E) Graceless Heart (drarry, 132k, E) The birds and the bees (drarry, 32k, E)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do because I like thanking people for their kindness. Receiving a comment usually gives me a spark of joy, so I feel like replying is the least I can do. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with a particular fic, and I end up not replying, but I still read every single comment and cherish even the ones with an emoji.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I only write happy endings, sorry.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? I've been told that some were sappy, but I genuinely can't say which are happier than others. For me they're all just as they should be.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes, sometimes. I used to get upset, but now I just reply with an a "write your own fic, then" or delete and move on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Always and the emotional kind (hopefully).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have only written one, and I've deleted it from AO3. It was a snowbaz story set at Hogwarts, so an HP crossover. I had a lot of fun writing it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, only once because I don't usually allow translations of my stories.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have for a fest, and also did it ages ago with friends for fun.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

This question is way too hard! Drarry and snowbaz. Don't make me choose because I can't.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have quite a few that are in the planning stage but are kind of languishing at the moment. I don't want to jinx it, but there's a very angsty malepreg drarry fic that I don't think I have the heart to write (I can't put them through that much drama) and the snowbaz where Baz writes fics, because someone told me it already exists and it has shitloads of kudos, which put me off the idea because my brain went "why bother?".

16. What are your writing strengths?

No idea. Feelings? I pour a lot of them into the mix and somehow people find some kind of resonance.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I suck so much at describing places and things. Always have, and I do try to describe more, but I just forget to. I'm bad, I know...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it, and it was a lot of fun.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Gosh, that was a million years ago. I want to say Lord of the Rings, but I am not sure.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I can't pick one, but I've got my favourite five here:

Broken (Snowbaz, 43K, rated E) - Lady Chatterley's Lover AU, so many feelings. There's star gazing and a Simon with a fever, plus Buckle the dog. Monster (Drarry, 71k, rated E) - my first collab with the wonderful @pato-roldnart. Such an amazing experience! Featuring Veela + werewolf Draco and an extremely touch-starved Harry. Chilly Feet (Drarry, 13k, rated E) - soulmates AU with soulmarks that are not there. Draco knows so many facts and is possibly a little bit on the spectrum in this one. He's one of my very favourite Dracos. On your skin (Snowbaz, 30k, rated E) - tattoo parlour/flowershop AU that I posted before My Rosebud Boy came out, so it felt very special. I love these Simon and Baz an awful lot. Graceless Heart (Drarry, 132k, rated E) - I've recently re-read it and decided that I really like it. I poured an awful lot of myself into this fic, and it still feels quite raw, but I like how it turned out.

Tagging @crazybutgood, @bubble-gumhead, @avenueofesc, @rockingrobin69, @larkral, @facewithoutheart, @martsonmars, @hushed-chorus, @captain-aralias, @cassiaratheslytherpuff, @m0srael, @toast-the-unknowing, @vukovich and anyone who fancies doing this.

#writing #my writing

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mitsukiki-festival · 2 years

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MitsuKiki AU August 2022 Event

Hello, everyone! Sorry for the delay in announcing the upcoming MitsuKiki event, but we’ve been kinda busy and have been discussing about which prompts to use for this year’s event. (If enough people enjoy it, we may end up doing this again next year.)

The new event that will be coming up will be the MitsuKiki AU August 2022 event!!! As the name suggests, all of August will be dedicated to AUs for MitsuKiki. Meaning you have all of July to work on these prompts ahead of time. Or, if you don’t want to, then you can do them when the event starts. It’s up to you.

We have created a calendar containing the prompts for this year’s event. Needless to say, it took us awhile to figure out what prompts we wanted to do, since there were so many. We tried to keep as many of them as fluidly flexible as possible in order for you to come at these prompts from whichever direction you wish.

Here are the prompts:

Day 1: Fantasy AU Day 2: Teachers AU Day 3: Crime AU Day 4: Pirate AU Day 5: Regency AU Day 6: Hospital AU Day 7: Sports AU Day 8: Rivals AU Day 9: Wild West AU Day 10: Childhood Friends AU Day 11: Bodyguard AU Day 12: Medieval AU Day 13: Dragon AU Day 14: Way of the House Husband AU Day 15: Feudal Japan AU Day 16: Roommates AU Day 17: Retail AU Day 18: Civil War AU Day 19: Arranged Marriage AU Day 20: Hunger Games AU Day 21: Pacific Rim AU Day 22: Boy Scouts/Girl Scouts AU Day 23: Orchestra AU Day 24: WW1/WW2 AU Day 25: Royal Mountie AU Day 26: Flowershop AU Day 27: Curse AU Day 28: Fairytale AU Day 29: Butler/Maid AU Day 30: Star-Crossed Lovers AU Day 31: Free Choice

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(FYI, the “Civil War” prompt doesn’t have to be the American Civil War, but a Civil War of any nation or any time period. Heck, you could even do a Civil War AU for the canonverse! These prompts are meant to be as flexible as possible.)

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This event is open to all kinds of fan-creations: fanfics, fanarts, fan mixes, comics, collages, etc! So don’t worry if you’re not a writer or artist.

Any Ao3-posted content will be in a Ao3 Collection. It’s called MitsuKiki AU August 2022 Collection. The link to it is here. If you need help becoming a member, just let us know via PM and we’ll add you on the members list.

We would suggest that you click the “Get Notifications” button so that you won’t have to worry about missing any future updates, but that’s up to you. If you already do that without the button, then do so.

Also, a reminder that late submissions are allowed up to the end of the year, so please don’t feel stressed if you aren’t able to take part during the event, or if you weren’t able to get all of the prompts done. Go at your own pace!

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Also, anyone who completes the entire calendar is free to ask for a MitsuKiki fanfic request via PM. However, this is only OPTIONAL!!! You may choose not to ask for one if you do not wish it.

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Also, please make sure you have fun. You don’t have to do every prompt, nor are you expected to produce more than one work. Please do whatever you’re able to do. This is a stress-free event, so please make sure to have fun! 💖 🥰

Sincerely,

— MitsuKiki Festival Mod Team

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blazing-michael · 1 year

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for the ask game... 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 13, 14, 15, 17, 19, 21, 25, 34, 38, 39 and 44. (i sure do have a lot of shit to ask❗)

you sure do have a lot of things to ask...... ok let's go

3. do you smoke?

kind of? yes? no? i can smoke or vape if i feel dramatic but i never inhale. this is bad for your voice and i'm a singer. anyways it doesn't happen too often.

4. do you drink?

yes i do but then again not very often and nothing strong. i love cheap sparkling wine and cocktails. my favourites are piña colada & sex on the beach.

7. have any tattoos?

yes. a raspberry/blackberry vine through the length of my forearm in color. can show you if you dm about it.

8. want any tattoos?

if i have a shit ton of money. akchually it's quite painful for a thing that costs that much and has no practical use. but if someone said they would pay for it, i would do sylvia plath on my shoulder. or something with strawberries or violets or bees.

9. got any piercings?

i have my ears pierced. a hole in the left ear, three holes in the right. lately haven't worn earrings though.

10. want any piercings?

a septum piercing. but i don't want to deal with the wound so i just wear a fake nose ring sometimes.

13. biggest turn ons

hands in tight gloves oh my god. kissing. music. i admit maybe i have a thing for angels..... i know they don't exist but still....

14. biggest turn offs

telephone calls.

15. favourite movie

sister, act. a) the main character is a black woman starring whoopi goldberg; b) the plot is not revolving around a man. in fact it's about a singer hiding in a women monastery from a criminal and finding a way to enjoy being there; c) no sexualisation since they all are nuns; d) i ship two female characters 🥰; e) it's a kind funny movie made by gay men. i love it. sequel too. also i love midsommar.

17. someone you miss

i will forever miss my exes. not romantically of course but as friends. they are beautiful people. i wrote many songs about them so i can't avoid missing them every once in a while. hope it doesn't sound weird.

19. a fact about your personality

i can't cry at funerals or when i'm sad but if some little thing upsets me i can and i will sob.

21. what i love most about myself (+tagging @sweetslemon cause you also asked that)

idk. im pretty chill. it's a nice quality for a person.

25. my idea of a perfect date

kissing in the rain. napping together in a hammock. watching the stars. anything is fine as long as my woman is with me.

34. what i find attractive in women

kindness. being powerful yet gentle. laughter.

38. childhood career choice

i wanted to be a computer scientist or a space scientist, florist and musician. it took me some time to understand what it takes to be a space scientist... currently working at a flowershop and wondering if i can really become a good musician.

39. my favourite ice cream flavour

chocolate. to specify шоколадный магнат с кусочками брауни.

44. a random fact about anything

one day i climbed a spotlight at a stadium to watch a concert for free. the police couldn't make me get down on my own so they called a firetruck with a ladder. later they took pity on me and let me pass without any conditions.

wow that iz a lot. have fun reading all that 🚬 and thank you for asking now i feel like a superstar after an interview😎😎

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thomine · 8 months

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REVIEW; au august (2023 edition)

Index

Statistics

Personal Favourites

Updates

Additional Word

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Stats

total works written: 17/31 (54.8%!)

total words written: (not including drafts) around 24.6k words! that's about 1.4k words per story.

longest writing streak: 12 days

longest fic: sincere sins & serious schemes (thoma) @ 2.8k

shortest fic: the unseen (heizou) @ 800

fan favourite: the unseen (heizou) with 74 notes

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Personal Favourites

overall: (bias) sincere sins & serious schemes (thoma

worldbuilding: to wish on seafoam (albedo)

plot: in the nick of time (wanderer)

title: the duet of one heart (alhaitham)

writing: foolish logic (tighnari)

potential: cyno & wizards and witches

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Updates

changed the title of baizhu's story from (the tug of nature) to (the tug of nurture). swapped diluc's (roommates) with zhongli's (flowershop). changed cyno's 2nd story (magical girl) to another prompt (wizards and witches).

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Additional Notes

and... we're done! thank you for tagging along this challenge of writing an au every day. at some point i did get caught up in ensuring my fics had "quality" (i.e day 13) so it became hard to write every day. i'm not too sure how i feel about this development. as much as i believe it's good that i'm trying to stretch my brain to think of the best ways to explore the AU in my head, it goes against the core reason why i embarked on AU august. i simply just wanted to build the habit of writing everyday—good or bad execution, it did not matter. it should not matter.

when it came to thoma's story, i could have shortened it (or compromised in quality) as i did with venti's story, but i stubbornly wanted the story to be told in a specific way that made it harder to write. the same is true with lyney's modern AU.

i talked about proofreading my fics, but i think i want them to stay the way they are—flaws and all—as a reminder of my level when i wrote these stories.

going forward, i've decided to write at least 1 AU august idea once a week. i'm giving mysef leeway this time since the period of challenge is over, and i'm giving myself a week so that i can build the habit of "adding quality" while still writing & not just keeping the ideas in my head.

i'll also try to write & queue some notes i have for each AU. it'll cover some interesting tidbits, potential themes, and how i would coontinue the story from there. if i am inspired and my to-do list allows, i might expand (i.e. rewrite) some of these stories into proper, developed stories.

in the mean time, i will try to get the remainder stories out, focus on a few other wips (i.e. 10 confessions & requests), occasionally weave in some autcom for the AUs, then see if i would expand on any of them.

see you guys next time!

#i DID IT. i'm not too proud that i didnt stick to the plan of writing /short/ stories #but it's ok the fact that my average is 1.4k words per story is already impressive #it's the touma fic. that 2k stroy of horror #it's also probably the lowest notes right now but that's fine </3 i just hope i dont cringe when i reread it again #i'll reply to responses later! thank u sm to those who left comments. it means a lot to me!! really!!!#root branches

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celestialtitania · 3 years

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Une Rose Pour Toi (Part 2)

Written for Day 13: Flowershop of Marichat May. Can also read on AO3.

@marichatmay

Marinette was taken aback when she heard a furious pounding on her roof. Exchanging glances with Tikki, Marinette slowly climbed her bed with her math textbook in hand. She pushed the balcony hatch open ready to smack the book in the intruder's face when she came face to face with Chat Noir.

"Chat? What are you doing here?" She blinked at him owlishly as she lowered her arm. He'd leaped back in surprise but moved closer to her again.

"Marinette! I need your help!"

"M-my help?" For a moment, she was utterly lost. Then her face drained. "Is there a supervillain on the loose?" Then she paused, suddenly suspicious. "Why are you coming to me for help instead of Ladybug?"

Her heart was hammering in her chest. If he'd figured out her secret identity somehow...Marinette didn't know what she would do. She couldn't lose Tikki!

"N-no, there's no supervillain!" Chat clarified, waving his hands to dispel her worries. Marinette sagged with relief, her anxious thoughts dissipating.

She frowned at him instead. "Then, why do you need my help?"

"For our garden!" He spoke so matter-of-factly, Marinette had to take a moment to figure out what he was talking about.

"The rose garden? In the park?" He elaborated when Marinette still seemed a little confused. As understanding dawned on her, Chat looked a little offended. "Does our garden mean so little to you that you could barely remember it?"

"No, of course not. I just hadn't realized you'd want to share it with me," Marinette confessed.

"We planted the roses together, that makes it ours," Chat told her firmly. "And it needs help!" He looked terribly upset. Marinette automatically shifted gears into her planning mode, nodding at Chat to tell her what exactly was the problem.

"The roses are dying!" He wailed. "The leaves are turning yellow and the few roses that do grow; wilt and die way too quickly!"

Marinette's brows furrowed. "They get enough water?" She checked.

Chat Noir nodded earnestly as she hummed to herself. "The roses were planted in a good section of the park, so there's plenty of sunlight. What fertilizer do you use?"

Chat simply blinked at her. "Fertilizer?" He echoed.

"Don't tell me you don't use fertilizer!" Marinette said aghast.

"I didn't know I was supposed to!" He panicked. "Can we fix this?" Chat's big eyes looked into her and she noticed his bottom lip quivering. The garden was for his late mother, of course, he would be protective of it.

She sighed. "Of course, we can. Meet me at the entrance of the bakery."

"At the entrance? Why?" Chat sounded puzzled.

"I have to get a few things and let my parents know I'm heading out. I'll be right there!" Marinette promised, scrambling to grab her purse and gardening booklet. "Let's go, Tikki!" Her kwami zoomed into her purse.

"It's really nice of you to help Chat Noir like this," Tikki observed.

Marinette gave her a soft smile. "He's willing to share something so important to him with me, Tikki. How could I not?"

She rushed downstairs, waving at her parents as she headed out the door. Once outside, Marinette glanced around looking for where Chat Noir had gone off to.

"There you are," he dropped down from the roof, causing Marinette to let out a startled shriek. "Sorry!" He apologized, throwing his hands up. "I didn't mean to scare you."

As Marinette took in deep breaths to calm her pounding heart, she also took in his contrite expression. With a sigh, she let it go. "Give me your baton," she ordered.

He looked curious but obeyed instantly. Squinting at his baton, Marinette opened the GPS function and inputted an address. "We need to go here," she handed the baton back to Chat.

Taking his baton back, Chat took a moment to study the map before scooping Marinette up. She squawked in surprise, her arms naturally looping around his neck and she tightened her legs around his waist, to keep herself from falling. "We'll be taking the express pathway," he had the audacity to wink at her when she tilted her head back to glare at him.

Before Marinette could protest, he was vaulting away. Within moments, they were standing in front of Marinette's favourite flower shop.

"So, what are we doing here?" Chat asked as he set Marinette back on the ground.

"Maybe a bit of warning next time?" She frowned at him.

He nodded. "I pawmise," he said with one hand raised while the other was on his heart.

She narrowed her eyes at him but forced herself to move on. "We're here so we can buy some fertilizer and mulch to make sure the roses grow strong and healthy."

"Mulch?" Chat tilted his head at her.

"I'll explain everything," Marinette sighed. "Let's go." She led the way into the shop while giving him sidelong looks. "I thought you would have researched before starting the garden."

"I did!" Chat agreed while tapping on his baton to let out some of his anxious energy. "I just wasn't very successful." Marinette fondly rolled her eyes at him before grabbing his hand and walking up to the store counter.

"Hi! How may I help you today?" The saleswoman perked up when she saw them. Seeing Chat Noir had her appearing quite excited but she remained professional while speaking to them.

"We're looking for fertilizer and mulch for rose bushes." She turned back to Chat Noir. "Did you say some flowers had appeared?"

He nodded, looking a little distracted at all the flowers around them. "We'll also need several stakes then."

The saleswoman nodded. "Your rose bushes will thank you. It's nice to see young people taking an interest in gardening," she remarked. "Alright, so inorganic mulch," she scanned the shelves underneath the counter.

"Is it a large garden?"

"No! It's the small one in the park, I don't know if you've seen it," Marinette began to clarify but the saleswoman's eyes lit up.

"Oh! I heard about that! I love knowing the rumors were true," she exclaimed. "Okay, so that's what, five bushes?" She pulled out a large bag of inorganic mulch. "That should be plenty, but feel free to come back if you need more."

"A high nitrogen fertilizer would be best," the saleswoman explained, bringing out yet another bag. "Say, do you kids already have the rose feed?"

Chat stared blankly at her but Marinette gasped. "Oh! No, we don't. I forgot all about the feed."

"No worries, I'm just glad you're aware that they're different things. I get a lot of customers thinking they only need one or the other. I would recommend alfalfa. One cup now, one cup after pruning, and one cup after the spring flush. Think you can remember all that?"

Marinette nodded before Chat could even react. "I'll help with everything," she promised him, making him smile at her in relief.

"Last bud not least: the stakes," the saleswoman began as she took them to another part of the store.

"You're a punner?" Chat asked in delight.

"You stand around flowers all day and not want to make a pun or two," she dared him. "I take it you approve of my punning?" Chat grinned at her in response and nodded; he appreciated anyone who could make a good pun and this woman was taking the time to help him out with something that was important to him.

Marinette resolved to make a few more puns as Ladybug if that was all it took to make her Kitty happy.

"If you have five bushes, then four stakes should be plenty. Do either of you have any experience with stakes?"

Marinette volunteered, so the saleswoman handed them to her. As they paid for their purchases, the saleswoman smiled at them. "Thanks, kids, you guys really made my daisy."

"Thanks a bunch for helping us out," Chat threw back as they picked up the heavy bags and headed out the door.

Chat vaulted away with the bags before Marinette could even suggest walking. She sighed, resigning herself to waiting for him to appear again.

"He's just trying to be helpful," Tikki put in before Marinette could complain too much.

"I know, Tikki. It would just be nice if he'd at least talk with me first instead of making decisions all by himself."

She patted her purse to let Tikki know to hide again as she saw Chat coming closer. He landed and held out his hand to her. "Well, Princess? You ready?"

"Only so we can help the roses faster," she told him, looping her arms around his neck as he held on to her waist. Then they were soaring over the rooftops, wind blowing Marinette's hair backwards until she was set firmly on the ground again, next to the little rose garden.

They took a moment to take their supplies out of the bag and get set up.

"Feed, fertilizer, and then mulch," Marinette told him. "You can start by giving them a very small amount of feed and I'll do the staking."

Chat nodded solemnly, carefully measuring out a cup of alfalfa feed while Marinette expertly put in the stakes and tied the stalks of the bushes to them. She was careful to not get pricked by the thorns and soon enough all of the roses had adequate support.

"It's looking great," Chat gushed.

"Not done yet," Marinette reminded him, handing him the fertilizer. "Pour some fertilizer on and I'll add the mulch."

It was long and tiring work, but both enjoyed themselves. It was easier to garden when a friend was keeping you company. Once they were done with the fun part, they had to clean up as well. They gathered their supplies putting it all back in the large paper bag they had been given with their purchases.

Chat stored the remaining stuff next to a large rock. "I'll take it back home with me," he explained. "But it's easier to store it here for now." Marinette nodded in full agreement.

Finally finished, they collapsed next to each other onto the grass, using each other as support for their aching backs.

"That was exhausting," Chat panted.

"More than fighting supervillains?" Marinette joked, but she was tired too. Gardening in the sun took a lot out of you.

"How about we get cleaned up and go get some ice cream to cool down?" Chat suggested. "We can walk this time," he offered.

Marinette laughed. Chat being considerate now erased all of her previous complaints. It was nice to know that he paid attention to her as well.

"With Andre right over there? Yeah, a little walk works," impulsively, Marinette grabbed Chat's hand.

He glanced down before his eyes flitted up to meet hers. Whatever he saw, caused a smile to break out on his face, and then he was tugging her along towards Andre's cart. All Marinette could do was smile back while her heart pounded just a little bit faster than usual.

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DANNY PHANTOM

You and me and our best friend makes three - AO3 Series

- Remedy (NSFW) - Race ya! - Party like you are dead: First Act | Interlude | Second Act | Encore - Never judge a book by its cover (JLxDP crossover) - Hidden identities? Never heard of them (BatmanxDP crossover)

Gilbirda’s Phic Phight 2022- AO3 Series

- What could have been: why don't you love who I am? | I hope you know we had everything | I want you to hurt like you hurt me today - Piece by Piece - Danny loses his humanity with every Wail - The man with a thousand faces - Amorpho backstory

Short fluffy prompts

- Everlasting Trio: “You’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired.” - Dead Serious (DPxDC crossover, DannyxDamian): “Believe me, I will never be tired of you.” - Everlasting Insomniacs (DPxDC crossover, Everlasting Trio x Tim): “You’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired.” - Anger Management (DPxDC crossover, JazzxJason): “I think I know what that smile means.”

BATMAN CROSSOVERS

Danny Arkham Security Guard AU - AO3 Series

Mondays, am I right? | Employee of the month | Can’t have shit in Gotham | How to confuse a Bat | Clown around and find out

Safehouse - Jason adopts Dani

Dance with me? - Jazz/Jason meet at a gala: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Can’t help falling in love (with you)- Jazz and Jason are magically married by a ghost: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

BatPham server Summer event: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Family - Anger Management adopts Billy Batson, de-aged Danny and Dani.

Deal - Danny dies at the hands of the GIW and Jazz hires Red Hood to kill them all

Queen Regent - Danny is underage and appoints his sister as King in the meantime. She is summoned by the JLA.

Custody Battle - Anger Management cuddle after winning the custody of Danny against their neglectful parents.

Untitled - Short ficlet. Red Hood, Batgirl and Red Robin come to an Arkham breakout to find that the Fenton siblings already took care of it.

Death’s kiss - Death flirts with Jason every time he is close to dying.

Bluejay - Anger Management soulmate AU ficlet

Movie Night - short and soft Anger Management ficlet

Drunk Summonings - Jason summons the Queen Regent Jazz in a drunken dare

Another Harley Quinn - sequel to The After.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder - Dead Serious (DannyxDamian) ficlet tattoo parlos/flowershop au

The Wonderous Beauty of the Statuesque Scarlet - Tall!Jazz Anger Management fluff and vibes

The Interview - Lex Luthor and co. attack the JL the day Jazz has a important interview with them.

Weightless - A cute Jazz/Jason scene of them kissing in a pool.

Gil’s DPxDC Week 2022 fics:

Day 1: The Vampire Bat - Vampire!Jazz, short anger management ficlet. Day 2: The Impostor - Jazz impersonates Red Hood Day 3: The mystery of the giggling cape - There is someone giggling under Batman’s cape. Is not a Robin. Day 4: The After - sequel to Deal Day 5: Chapter 4 of Cant help falling in love (with you) Day 6: 101 Salvations - The Talons imprint on Danny like little ducklings Day 7: I’ll cover you in Moonlight - Gala fic, tall!Jazz and werewolf!Jazz, anger management

Gil’s DPxDC Disney Week 2023 fics:

Day 1: What a man can do - POTC AU. Jayroy (Elizabeth/Will) and Jazz as Jack Sparrow.

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#writeblr #gil writes #fanfic #fanfiction #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fics #fanfiction archive #dpxdc #dp crossovers #dp x dc

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I didn't see a new list last year or this year so I'm making my own!

Back in 2020 a Tumblr user (psiionic, unfortunately deactivated now) made a prompt list for self shipping called Fictional Other February, or FO February for short! Since the blog is no longer active I've decided to make another list for this year!

The old list can be found here in case you want to do it too/instead!

Same premise as before, just with different prompts!

Edit: I know it's called F/OFebruary but like... feel free to do these any time! Do them in the middle of June if you want! Be self indulgent!

F/O February Prompt List 2022

Day 1. First Meeting

Day 2. Dinner Date

Day 3. First time holding hands

Day 4. Secret Sharing

Day 5. Falling asleep together

Day 6. Museum Date

Day 7. Fae AU- You and/or your F/O as a Fae person!

Day 8. Festival/Fair date- Your F/O and you at a festival/carnival/fair

Day 9. Camping together

Day 10. Apologies- You and/or your F/O apologizing after a small argument with each other

Day 11. Gifts- You and your F/O giving each other gifts

Day 12. Kisses- Anything to do with kissing, hand kisses, forehead kisses, make outs, etc.

Day 13. Comfort- You or your F/O comforting the other after something bad or scary happens

Day 14. Exchanging Valentine's chocolates/cookies

Day 15. Flowers- Anything to do with flowers, a floral arrangement, Flowershop au, getting flowers for each other, anything!

Day 16. Pet names- What do you and your F/O like call each other?

Day 17. Playing games together

Day 18. Double Date with a friend and their F/O!

Day 19. Moving In together

Day 20. Vampire/Werewolf AU- You and/or your F/O as a vampire or werewolf

Day 21. Pillow fort

Day 22. Pillow fight!

Day 23. Trip to the store- You and your F/O go shopping

Day 24. Chores- You and your F/O do house chores together

Day 25. Cooking together

Day 26. Morning cuddles

Day 27. Sunset-You and your F/O watch the sunset together

Day 28. Your Choice/Free Day!

#FOFebruary #FO February #self ship #self shipping #selfship #selfshipping #self ship community #selfship community #F/O February #F/O February 2022 #FOFebruary 2022 #FOFebruary2022

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marshmeowllowmuffins · 3 years

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A kitten mascot for her flower stall

@marichatmay 2021 : Day 13 - Flowershop

#marichatmay2021 #marichat may #marichat #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #my meowsterpieces #2♡21

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marichatmay · 3 years

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Official Marichat May 2021 Prompt List

As requested here are the prompts in text form:

Day 1 Rain

Day 2 Ghibli au Day 3 Dirt Day 4 Café Day 5 Nightmares Day 6 Midnight Day 7 Secrets Day 8 Princess and Knight au Day 9 Blanket Day 10 Cooking together Day 11 Take a break Day 12 Cuddles Day 13 Flowershop Day 14 Dancing Day 15 Moonlight Day 16 Purring Day 17 Locked In Day 18 Oops Day 19 Friends Day 20 Safety Day 21 Movie night Day 22 Cosplay Day 23 Videogames Day 24 Jealousy Day 25 Study Day 26 Reverse crush Day 27 Singing Day 28 Domesticity Day 29 Roses Day 30 Trust Day 31 Soulmates

EDIT: Thanks to @chatonne-charmante and@silverwhiteraven

for getting on the transcripts so quickly!

#marichatmay2021 #marichat #miraculous ladybug #ml fanart #ml fanfic

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FOFebruary 2022

Day 1. First Meeting (TFA Prowl)

Day 2. Dinner Date (Kyojuro Rengoku)

Day 3. First time holding hands (Tomura Shigaraki)

Day 4. Secret Sharing (TFP Ratchet)

Day 5. Falling asleep together (Giyu Tomioka)

Day 6. Museum Date (TFA Optimus Prime)

Day 7. Fae AU- You and/or your F/O as a Fae person! (RID15 Fracture)

Day 8. Festival/Fair date- Your F/O and you at a festival/carnival/fair (Fuegoleon Vermillion)

Day 9. Camping together (Giyu Tomioka)

Day 10. Apologies- You and/or your F/O apologizing after a small argument with each other (TFA Megatron)

Day 11. Gifts- You and your F/O giving each other gifts (TFA Prowl)

Day 12. Kisses- Anything to do with kissing, hand kisses, forehead kisses, make outs, etc. (Fuegoleon Vermillion)

Day 13. Comfort- You or your F/O comforting the other after something bad or scary happens (Tomura Shigaraki)

Day 14. Exchanging Valentine’s chocolates/cookies (TFP Ratchet)

Day 15. Flowers- Anything to do with flowers, a floral arrangement, Flowershop au, getting flowers for each other, anything! (RID15 Fracture)

Day 16. Pet names- What do you and your F/O like call each other? (TFA Optimus Prime)

Day 17. Playing games together (TFA Megatron)

Day 18. Double Date with a friend and their F/O! (Tomura Shigaraki ft. @selfship-monster-lover and Dabi

Day 19. Moving In together (RID15 Fracture)

Day 20. Vampire/Werewolf AU- You and/or your F/O as a vampire or werewolf (Kyojuro Rengoku)

Day 21. Pillow fort (Fuegoleon Vermillion)

Day 22. Pillow fight! (TFA Optimus Prime)

Day 23. Trip to the store- You and your F/O go shopping (Giyu Tomioka)

Day 24. Chores- You and your F/O do house chores together (TFP Ratchet)

Day 25. Cooking together (Kyojuro Rengoku)

Day 26. Morning cuddles (Fuegoleon Vermillion)

Day 27. Sunset-You and your F/O watch the sunset together (TFA Prowl)

Day 28. Your Choice/Free Day! (Fuegoleon Vermillion)

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whatstheproblembaby · 3 years

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AO3 Tag Meme

@klaineharmony tagged me like last week and I’m just now getting to this, oops. >.<

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

273, although I have collection of <1000 word stories that I originally posted individually on here and FFn, so technically I’ve written closer to 300 fics, probably?

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

497,239. Not half bad for a one-shotter!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

5, if we count my Newsies/Supergirl crossover for both fandoms. The others are Glee, Riverdale, and Call the Midwife. (God, that’s eclectic to list.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

They’re all Klaine fics, to the surprise of absolutely no one:

1. But Now I See, my blind!Kurt/sighted!Blaine fic. (Tbh, I don’t love that I took this prompt and made the big moment in this one curing Kurt’s blindness, but I wasn’t aware of how ableist that trope is when I wrote it. I’m not going to delete it because that feels like sweeping it under the rug, but please know that I know better now.)

2. Unforgettable, a Cheerio!Kurt/nerd!Blaine AU based off this prompt: “You probably don’t remember but you saved me from some bullies once in middle school and god damn it every year you just get hotter"

3. Finally Found the Boy, a florist!Kurt/barista!Blaine AU in which I utilized every trope known to man: “#okay but combine all four: person a works at a coffeeshop #person b works at a flowershop #they start fake dating to cover for person a who's lied to their parents about meeting their soulmate #but then they do whatever thing reveals soulmates while fake dating and start REAL DATING #THE END”

4. Covert Cupid, aka your classic nerd!Kurt/jock!Blaine gift-giving AU. (You know, like Secret Santa, but for Valentine’s Day.)

5. Make A Move, a Cheerio!Blaine based off this anonymous prompt: “a klaine alternate meeting fic where one of them is working at a kissing booth and the other one keeps coming back with money and asking for kisses “for charity” and they basically end up making out in front of everybody bc the kisses are so great okay love u bye” (Yes, I DID use a One Direction lyric for the title; no, I am NOT sorry.)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Every time! At the very least, I drop a “thank you” and a heart, because I’m just that grateful that anyone has enjoyed my fic enough TO leave a comment. If there’s a more specific comment, I try to address it, too.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Uh, probably none of them? Happily ever after or BUST, pals.

...

Okay, I literally looked through all of my fics and this drabble is the only thing that even REMOTELY ends angstily. Plenty of my work has some kind of drama in the middle, but I firmly don’t believe in tragic endings.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I’ve only done one proper crossover (e.g., featuring characters from both universes), but I’ve done plenty of AUs based on other pieces of IP! My one true crossover is Just Be Real (Is All I’m Askin’), which mixes Newsies and Supergirl with a dash of past lives/reincarnation. Listen, when you put Jeremy Jordan in two things I love, I’m gonna find a way to combine those things, friends.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I once got called out for using the term “maiden name” in a fic, but I’ve never truly been flamed or anything. Hope that stays true!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not often, and not outside of the Klaine fandom, at least as of right now. In those fics, I leaned a little more M than E in my ratings, and there were some D/s leanings, but that’s really based on how I saw that pairing. If I ever do smut for another fandom, I may totally mix up my kinks depending on how I see the couple/throuple/etc!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think I had some stories posted to at least one of those random pirate sites back in the day? But I’ve never been deliberately plagiarized that I know of.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve definitely tried! Truffles and I worked on at least one co-authored fic once, but I don’t remember if we ever posted it.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’m only supposed to have one???

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Like many Millennials, I’m sure, it was Harry Potter. If you go digging in MuggleNet FanFiction, you should be able to find my terrible acrostic poems from when I was 14.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oof, again with the favorites? I have a couple that I’m more proud of than others.

Of my Call the Midwife fics, I love What’s in a Name? the most, simply because I included so many characters and feel like I managed to capture all their unique voices/personalities. And I created a moment I want to see on the show!

For Newsies, my 9k beast We Just Might Win proved to me that I can write more than 2,000 words without having to base the story on another piece of IP, and I’ll always love it for that. (And for Jack, Davey, and Kath, of course!)

I’m proud of all my Klaine fics on some level, because they unlocked a creative output level in me that I genuinely will not ever be able to match again. I think a crowd favorite of mine was my Sound of Music AU, My Heart Will Be Blessed, but if I had to pick a personal fave? I’d have to go with Destiny. Caroline @thehouseofthebrave gave me this incredible prompt for it, and I just love how I filled it.

I think a lot of people have been tagged already, so anyone who wants to do this should tag me as their tagger, but I also want to see @knightsofthegaytable‘s answers!

#also if you have a favorite of mine i want to know what it is!!

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harvigfest2k22 · 2 years

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Harvig Festival 2022

Hellooooo Goorpheus fandom! Welcome to the Harvig Festival!!! We are BACK ON this year from July 10-16, 2022, so hold on to your organs and LET’S GET GOING!

As last year, any and all fan content is welcome! Art, fic, cosplay, clay sculpture, embroidery, interpretive dance— anything your heart desires! Just follow the prompt list below however you may interpret each day’s prompt, and be sure to tag everything appropriately (since we know that’s gonna be necessary for some of y’all 😉).

PROMPTS:

Day 1 (7/10) - Snake Symbolism

Day 2 (7/11) - Flowershop/Tattoo AU

Day 3 (7/12) - Ramen Date Night

Day 4 (7/13) - Fire Crew AU

Day 5 (7/14) - High School AU

Day 6 (7/15) - Jin OR Redemption Arc

Day 7 (7/16) - Same Snake, Different Skins (free day)

The tag is #harvig fest, though with how the tumblr tags usually work (or. rather how they don’t work), you might want to @ this blog or one of the organizers, @harmon-at-the-vet and @carmichaelhelvig to make sure it’s seen. All entries will be reblogged here as well!

And with that, the festival is on!!! Best of luck, everyone, and we cannot WAIT to see what you create for our favorite loan shark and violent blowhard!!!

#Harvig fest #Harmon #Mike helvig #the gospel of orpheus #gospel of orpheus #goorpheus #tgoo #Harvig fest 2k22

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thewritewolf · 3 years

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After the End Chapter 13: Flower Shop

Marinette and Chat Noir talk about the future

First | Previous | Next | Last

@marichatmay

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3

It was too chilly to be standing out on the balcony alone at this time of year, and especially with how late it was. The nearly-winter air only grew more biting when the sun sank below the horizon and if you closed your eyes you could almost smell the frost on the wind.

Thankfully, Marinette was not alone.

Between her jacket, sewn by her own hand to be as warm as it was fashionable, and being tucked snuggly against Chat Noir, the cold barely even crossed her mind. It was much closer than either of them would have been comfortable with just a couple months ago, but the nights they’d spent in each other’s company had slowly but surely shifted things between them. For now, neither of them wanted to examine those changed feelings too closely.

Instead, Marinette wanted answers to a different set of questions entirely.

“What are your plans for the future?”

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The yellow tape with the words in all capital letters ‘CONDEMNED’ disintegrated into black ash along with the rest of the door. Chat Noir pulled back his hand, glanced around at the empty side street, and drifted inside noiselessly.

Finding this place had taken some ingenuity on his part - Marinette may have gotten his brain jogging, but there were a lot of options in the city. In the end, though, all he needed to do was find the ones that had been abandoned since at least the fall of Hawkmoth.

Taking a deep breath of the dusty, stale air that carried a hint of rot to it, Chat Noir knew that this place fit that description to a t.

Chat Noir blended into the shadows and began to search through the wreckage.

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“I don’t know,” Chat said with a shrug. “Right now, I’m just focusing on my hero duties. There’s still a mystery that needs solving.”

“I mean, yeah, but don’t you have a life outside of this?” She ran a finger along the edge of his mask for a moment. “You’ve got to have a plan once everything on that side of it is resolved, right?”

“What’s your plan then?” He leaned on the balcony rail and looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Simple - I’m going to build a new fashion empire. After the Agreste brand imploded, there is space for something new to flourish.”

“You’re welcome for that.” Chat shook his head, staring off into the distance. “With everything that came to light after Hawkmoth got unmasked, it looks like they had it coming.”

A wave of anger washed over Marinette. She put a hand on her hip and jabbed a finger at Chat. “Listen. There was only one bad Agreste and I’m grateful for how you and Ladybug took him down, but the rest…”

She let go of Chat’s chin as the anger abated. All she was left with was a cold pit in her stomach, old doubts resurfacing as the memories of the days and weeks following the unmasking replayed in her mind. Was there anything else she could have done? Would Adrien still be in Paris, safe and happy with them, if she had done better?

“They were victims like everyone else.”

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Even with his gentle footfalls, debris still crunched under his feet. Something about it tickled at the back of his mind. The devastation around him seemed almost… familiar.

Destruction was something of a specialty of his, after all. He’d seen cataclysm get used on countless objects and substances over the course of his years being Chat Noir. But it didn’t look like anything that the miraculous had done - there wasn’t enough ash and black decay for that. Then it suddenly hit him as he lifted a piece of wood that looked like it had vibrated apart.

His miraculous hadn’t inflicted this damage - this was the doing of the butterfly. Specifically, a sonic-based akuma back in January. That one was rough, with large swaths of the city getting screamed apart. But the miraculous cure had put everything back to normal, same as it always did.

So why hadn’t this place?

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“There’s plenty of options for you!”

“You don’t know that much about me, Marinette,” Chat replied with a sad smile. “How can you possibly know what would make a good fit for me?”

“I don’t need to know what your face looks like to know something that fits your personality.” She snorted. “Well, except for modeling, but what would you model? Leather? Cat ears?”

“Yeah. Me, a model? Ridiculous.”

“Don’t worry, there’s lots of other stuff for you.” She took a theatrical few steps back, made a square with her fingers that she surrounded him with, and closed one eye. “How about… Chat Noir the circus clown!”

Chat laughed. “Oh, so you’re saying you always secretly liked my pun, huh? Then I’ve got a few more for you…”

“Oh right, you’ve got to actually be funny to be a clown.” She stuck her tongue out playfully to take the bite out of her words. “My bad.”

“Clown’s out then - what else you got?”

“Teacher? You’ve got a good head on your shoulders.”

“Eh, maybe. I like kids but I’ve never been much of an authority figure.” He whispered to her conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Ladybug, but I’m actually a big rebel. Sometimes I stay up a whole hour past my bed time.”

“Wow, next you’ll tell me you don’t even look both ways before crossing the street.”

“Of course I do, I’m an anarchist, not stupid.”

“Which brings me to my next Chat career - counsellor. Like helping people work through their problems?”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah…” she tapped his nose, making him blink. “I can tell those eyes have seen a lot. And yet, you’ve come through it. Maybe you can use what you’ve learned to help people?”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Anything else?”

“Well… and this one is a bit out there, but… How about opening a flower shop? You’ve always been such a romantic and- Chat? Are you okay?”

He had suddenly gone very stiff, his eyes widening as he took in a sharp breath. It seemed to pass quickly, suddenly replaced with a manic energy as his hand darted for his baton.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go! I just had an idea!”

“Wait, Chat-!”

But it was too late. He’d leapt off the balcony and gone running off into the night.

Marinette was left to wonder - did he really have an idea, or had she made him uncomfortable? Did thinking of the future really upset him so much?

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Whoever had been here before must have left in a hurry and never come back, Chat Noir thought as he passed rows of decayed flower beds. Little was left of the beautiful plants except for gnarled twigs and rotten petals. It wasn’t what he was here for, but it did give him some hope that maybe, just maybe, the Gentlemen had forgotten something here.

If they had ever been here in the first place, that is.

Chat Noir stepped into the backroom of the former flowershop. The rubble that might have given a civilian difficulties yielded to super human strength and the slightest touch of Cataclysm. There, he found a small filing cabinet marked with the store’s name - Boutonnière Noir.

While he was grabbing what few files remained, intending to pour over them back at the mansion, the gleam of something metallic caught his eye at the bottom of the cabinet. Reaching in, he pulled out a badge that just barely fit in the palm of his hand. It had no words, but he knew in his heart that it was the symbol of the Gentlemen - a man with a top hat, a fanged smile, and a finger held up like a hush.

After one last look over the husk of the Boutonnière Noir, Chat Noir left with his spoils.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Chat Noir #Marichat #MarichatMay2021 #ml fanfiction #my writing #After the End

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aquietwritingcorner · 3 years

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Writers Month Day 13: Night/Flowershop/tattooshop AU Word Count: 4236 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: G/K Characters: Vato Falman, Olivier Mira Armstrong, Major Miles, Captain Buccaneer, Doc, Neil Warning: NA Summary: Vato Falman works at a quiet, little (run-down) flowershop next to a tattoo parlor. He never expected to nor wanted to meet the owners of said tattoo parlor. But typically whatever Falman doesn’t want is exactly what he gets. Notes: Because if this was going to happen to anyone, it would happen to Falman! AO3 || ff.net

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Night/Flowershop/Tattoshop AU

When Vato Falman took the job at North City Flowers, it was with a few understandings. One, he wouldn’t bore the customers with talk of what the flowers mean. Two, he would have to work nights sometimes. Three, he wouldn’t have to interact with the proprietors or customers of the tattoo parlor. Four, this job was in a run-down part of town and awful, so he would be surreptitiously looking for another job in the meantime.

North City Flowers was located in a part of the city (not named North City, ironically enough. Apparently, it had been part of a failed chain of flower shops from North City, and no one had ever bothered to change the name) that was not considered the best part of town. During the day people watched themselves closely. During the night people scurried from place to place as quickly as they could, and only if they had to go out—which few people ever wanted to. In fact, Falman had been certain that he was going to be jumped in the first few weeks of work.

It wouldn’t be too bad, if his boss would just pitch in. His boss was a greasy looking man who clearly didn’t want to be here nights either. Every day before the sun set, he’d make sure Falman was there, take most of the money from the register, and leave. Falman, no matter how much he didn’t want to, was left pretty much every night to finish the day, clean up, and lock up. He didn’t like it, but it wasn’t like he could quit. If he didn’t need this job, he wouldn’t be here in the first place.

Next door to North City Flowers was the Briggs Tattoo Parlor. Falman had never been inside and had no plans to. He had seen the owners, though. A big, strong man who looked like he could crush Vato just by thinking about it; a tall, Ishvalan man, who seemed unreadable; and the beautiful, blonde woman whose glance looked and felt like ice. They were each terrifying on their own, but together they were more so. Sometimes another woman was there, with short hair and glasses, and while she looked friendlier, she didn’t look like someone to cross either. Falman had no idea what to make of the guy with the cigarette and the loud shirts that often came, usually with grease somewhere on him. The clientele wasn’t much better. Most consisted of a lot of men who looked like they were not people to cross—and Falman had no intentions of doing so.

(They didn’t seem to accept just anyone, though. He had watched them kick out a man dressed in a white suit once, in a very rough fight. There had been a lot of shouting, but he had decided that he was probably better off in the back, and so hid there for a bit, supposedly cleaning it up.)

The Briggs Tattoo Parlor seemed to do a lot of work at night. In the evenings, when Falman was cleaning up, he often heard loud thumps coming from the other side of the wall, and yelling. Sometimes there was music as well. Falman had no idea what was going on over there, but he had decided long ago it was in his best interests not to find out.

And so, Falman lived out his workdays like this. Helping customers pick out bouquets that sent the wrong message, staying late at night in the shop, searching for another job, and avoiding the Briggs crew next door.

Until tonight.

The night started out like any other. He helped the customers, his boss took the money, and Falman was left to clean and close up. The days were getting shorter, which meant it got dark quite a bit earlier. Falman always tried to clean up as quickly as he could, figuring that the less time spent here at night the better, but today had been busy, and there was quite a mess in the back room. It took him a few hours to clean it all up, and by the time he did, it was already much later than he wanted it to be.

With a put-upon sigh, Falman gathered up the garbage, tied it up, and headed out the back to throw it away. There was a dumpster in the alley behind this row of shops, and he headed out to it, moving quickly, hoping to not draw any trouble.

This meant, of course, that he did.

He was just past the back of the Briggs Tattoo Parlor when out of nowhere he was grabbed, pushed up against a wall, and a knife pressed to his throat.

“Gimme all your money,” a voice sneered in his ear.

Falman paled. “I-I-I don’t have any!” he stammered out.

“Don’t gimmie that crap,” the man said. “Gimmie your wallet.”

“I don’t—I left it in the shop!” Falman said.

“Yeah? Then let’s go back to the shop and get it and whatever money is there, flower boy.”

Falman paled more. Either this man saw him coming out of the shop, or he had been casing it out for a few days, at least. “Th-there’s nothing there! My boss—he takes the money when he leaves!”

The pressure on Falman increased and the knife pressed harder on his neck. “I think you’re just making excuses,” the man growled. “Guess I gotta show you I’m serious!”

Before Falman could even start to panic to that, the man was suddenly gone, pulled back with a squawk. Falman, startled, turned to look.

The big man from the tattoo shop had Falman’s assailant by the collar, pulling him back and up. “What do we have here?” he asked.

The Ishvalan man stepped up. “It looks like we caught a thief.” His face was impassive, eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Falman wondered how he saw with the night this dark.

“I’d say so too,” the big man said, giving the thief a shake. The man tried to protest, but the big man brought him closer. “Bold of him to try on our turf.”

“Perhaps we should take him inside,” the Ishvalan said. “We can let her deal with him.”

Falman saw real fear break out on the thief’s face. “No!” He still had his knife and brought it up quickly. The big man didn’t let go but intercepted it with his other arm. Falman cringed at that, but the man didn’t seem to even notice. He just grinned a feral grin.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he said.

The thief looked thoroughly freaked out, and the Ishvalan took a step closer and jerked the thief’s jacket down, looking at something on his arm. He slid his glasses off to reveal his piercing, hard, red eyes.

“Tell your bosses not to come near Briggs again. This is our territory, and we protect it. Understand?”

The thief nodded, and the big man let him go. The thief scrambled back and away from them, and towards the edge of the alley. The two had already started turning around, when the thief apparently gained one more moment of courage. Falman saw him reach into his belt and pull something out. His eyes widened as he realized it was another knife, and he was about to rush the two men.

“Look out!” Falman called out and, quite without thinking about it, flung the garbage bag full of flower stems and leaves and various other plant-parts that he still somehow had in his hand, right at the thief. The thief saw it coming and ducked, just in time for it to hit a man that was coming up behind him and knock him to the ground mid-stride The thief cursed and scrambled away, leaving the four other men in the alley.

“What the—what was that all about?” The man who had been knocked down was the one with the loud shirts that came to the tattoo parlor. He was sitting up, pushing the bag of trash off of him. “Why did I just get smacked in the face with a garbage bag?”

“Nice save,” the big man said to Falman. “Thanks.”

“Are you alright?” the Ishvlan asked him.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” the man in the loud shirt said. The other two ignored him.

“I…um… yes?” Falman said.

The two men glanced at each other. “Why don’t we get you back inside,” the Ishvalan said. “Buc—”

“Yeah, yeah, I got Neil,” the big man said.

Falman, still quite shaken up, just nodded, and followed the Ishvalan. He only realized that he hadn’t meant the flowershop when he opened up the door to the tattoo parlor. Falman, not sure what else to do, entered nervously.

It was a surprisingly clean and well-organized back room, well-lit and seeming quite pleasant. The Ishvalan man escorted him through it, and into the main room. It was well lit, with several chairs that looked like they could fold down into beds each contained in a small cubicle like area with tools and equipment, and lots and lots of art and examples of tattoos hanging on the wall.

The blonde woman sat in one of the chairs, while talking to the short haired lady that sometimes came by, who was sitting on a couch in the waiting area. Both looked up at the entrance, and both frowned at Falman. He broke out in another sweat.

“What’s this?” the blonde woman said. “Miles?”

“We ran into a little trouble out back,” he said. “Buccaneer’s collecting Neil.”

“Was he hurt?” the short haired woman asked.

The Ishvalan—Miles, apparently—shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He nodded his head at Falman. “He threw a garbage bag and hit Neil in the face and knocked him down.”

The blonde woman raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Falman thought he might pass out. “He did what?” she asked.

Falman parted his lips, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. “I didn’t mean to” and “it was an accident” didn’t seem like they’d be acceptable to this woman.

“Actually,” Miles said. “It was in defense of us.” The woman clearly wanted more, so he continued. “On our way back from getting Neil, we saw this man getting robbed in the back alley. We stepped in and stopped it, and, after a warning message to take back to his bosses, we let him go. He apparently didn’t give up, though, and must have done something. This man yelled a warning at us and threw the bag of garbage he had. The robber ducked, and Neil happened around the corner at the time. It smacked him in the face instead.”

“Kid had a knife,” the big man—Buccaneer, Falman guessed--said, coming in with the man Falman presumed to be Neil. “And was trying to turn back on us. At least, that’s what the shop across the street says.” He looked over at Falman. “He saved us some trouble, it seems.”

“He stabbed you in the arm!” Falman blurted out and was a bit embarrassed that it was the first thing he said.

Both women looked at him alarmed, and the short haired one rose from the couch to hurry over to him, taking his arm—the wrong arm, Falman noted, and wondered why she had picked that one.

“Aw, Doc, you don’t have to worry,” Buccaneer said. “It wasn’t that arm.”

“Wait—your other arm got stabbed? Let me see,” Neil demanded.

“It’s fine. If it can’t hold up to that—” Buccaneer started.

“Let me see anyway,” Neil insisted.

“You had better have him look, just in case,” the blonde woman said.

Buccaneer sighed, but let himself be guided over to a chair, shedding his coat on the way. Falman blinked in surprise when an automail arm was revealed. That certainly explained a lot.

“You,” Falman jumped when the woman addressed him. “Let Doc look over you as well.”

“Oh—no, I’m, um, I’m fine, really, and I, um—”

“Uh-uh,” the other woman, Doc, said, and gently bullied him into a chair. “Let me check you over, free of charge!” she said with a grin.

“Do you usually charge?” Falman asked.

“When I’m at the clinic I do. Gotta make a living somehow. And usually whenever I’m called over here.”

Falman wondered how often that was, but he was distracted by the sound of Miles and the woman talking.

“—had a Drachma tattoo, General.”

“They’re getting bold. We’re going to have to prove it to them again.”

“I know.”

“General?” Falman murmured under his breath.

Doc must have heard him, because she responded. “Yep. That’s what she’s called around here. But that’s because she’s earned it, to be honest.”

Falman wasn’t sure what to make of that, so he said nothing.

The woman—Doc was all he learned of her name—was quick and efficient, and told him that he wouldn’t have anything to worry about, except maybe some residual soreness. He was taken from there back out into the waiting area of the tattoo parlor, where the others had gathered and some sort of drink was being passed around. He felt it would be rude to refuse, so he took a cup and, after he finished it and thanked them for helping him again, he went back to the flower shop to finish locking up. Buccaneer went with him, just in case, and asked Falman some questions about the shop and the flowers while Falman worked. He seemed genuinely interested in learning about the flowers, and Falman gladly shared his information. Not long afterwards, he locked up and headed home, bidding a farewell and thanks to Buccaneer.

The next day Falman said nothing to his boss, and his boss didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. But, on one of his breaks, Falman used what flowers he could to make a bouquet of thanks and delivered it next door. The general was busy with a customer, but Miles took them and put them in a vase where they could be seen.

After that, odd things began happening. There was an uptick in traffic in the flowershop. Men were coming in for various bouquets, usually wanting Falman to fulfill their order. More than once Buccaneer dropped by with some lunch for Falman, or Miles with some coffee. After the General dropped in, they received a few orders from some fairly well-off individuals.

Odd things also were happening with Falman. He usually waved to the Briggs artists, but he somehow often found himself over there at night, hanging out with them after he had locked up. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but it did. He learned that the Briggs Crew—as they called themselves—kept watch over this neighborhood. They weren’t quite a gang in the traditional sense, but they did keep a group called Drachma out of the place. Drachma wasn’t happy about it, but facing down the General wasn’t a good idea, it seemed. Most of the stores and businesses around either knew about this and were grateful, or, as Falman had been, had no idea. The Briggs Crew didn’t care either way. All they wanted to do was keep their area safe.

The crew seemed to consist of the tattoo artists, the doctors and nurses from Doc’s clinic, the mechanic shop across the street, the automail shop next door to the mechanic’s shop, A restaurant called “the cafeteria” that served awful food but somehow stayed in business, an electronics repair shop, a delivery service, a gym that had some pretty intense training, and several individuals who’s places of work weren’t affiliated in any way.

And somehow, for some reason, Falman had been adopted into them. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be, and wasn’t even sure it was a good thing, if he were honest with himself. But they seemed like decent people who just wanted to keep their neighborhood safe, so he went along with it.

It wasn’t until some months later that he had to prove his loyalty.

Falman was on his way home one night when it happened. He was walking down the sidewalk, nearing the edge of the neighborhood when he thought he heard voices. Not wanting to deal with a confrontation, he slowed, and listened in.

“—can’t let her keep bullying us around like this.”

“Yeah. The boss said we’re gonna make a move. Specifically, on her.”

“On the General herself?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s pretty bold. What’s the plan?”

“We cased it out. She usually sends her two right hands home before she goes. That Ishvalan, he heads out sooner, and the bear, he usually sticks around. But about once a month he leaves a little earlier. She’s alone then.”

“Not totally. Someone usually comes by.”.

“Right. That’s why we’re part of the distraction.”

“Distraction?”

“Yeah. All over. It’ll stop anyone from getting there. And that’s when she gets taken out. She’s gone, and then it either all falls apart, or they go crazy and end up getting arrested.”

There were murmurs from the group, and Falman, who had stopped, slowly began to back away. Unfortunately, he was so caught up in what he had just heard that he neglected to see the garbage can behind him and ran into it. It fell with a clatter, and Falman froze, his eyes widening. He could hear the talking stop and then—

“Hey! Who’s there?”

“Ice ‘em!”

Falman bolted.

Falman liked to think of himself as being fairly in shape. He wasn’t going to win any contests or anything, but he could hold his own, generally speaking. But with his slim physique and prematurely gray hair, most people underestimated him, which he was fine with. He didn’t usually set out to impress. However, tonight he wished he were in better shape, and he could only hope that he was underestimated. Shouts followed him, and he was half sure he saw a couple of guns being pulled out. He veered into a side road, heard shots, and knew he was right.

Heart pounding, Falman zigzagged between the streets and alleys, hoping to lose his pursuers. It and out and around he went, until he finally found a hidden area to duck into. He hid there a moment, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath.

He had to tell them. He had to let them know. He had to make sure that the Briggs Crew knew a set up was coming for the General, a plot to kill her.

But… was he brave enough?

He hadn’t meant to be involved in this in the first place. He could just walk away, call the police, let them deal with it. He could have nothing to do with this, just like he should have since the beginning.

But the whole reason the Briggs Crew was a thing was because the police weren’t doing their jobs. The police wouldn’t interfere. And could Falman really walk away knowing about a plot to kill someone and not doing anything about it?

No. No, he couldn’t.

His breathing had calmed, and he was less winded than before. Looking around carefully he slipped out of his hiding place. He had to go back to the tattoo parlor and warn them.

“Hey, Flowerman.”

A voice from behind him spooked Falman, and he whirled around. A man stood there, not far from him, knife in hand and smiling at him. It took Falman a moment to place him as the guy who had tried to mug him a few months back. Falman took a nervous step back.

“Remember me?” the man said. “I think it’s time I got that money from you.”

The man lunged at him, but Falman jumped back, putting himself out of the man’s reach. The man lunged again, and Falman retreated once more. He glanced back behind himself nervously. There was another exit to this alleyway, but it was covered in junk and trash. Still, it might be his only escape. The man lunged again, and Falman backed up once more. Again and again, until Falman was close enough to the trash that was piled up—parts of boxes and crates and full trash bags—that he could feel how unsteady the whole pile was.

Which, actually, gave him an idea.

It was a terrible idea, but it was an idea.

The man lunged again, and Falman had no where to go but forward. He twisted his body so that, hopefully, he could avoid the knife, or at least avoid the worst of it, but he pulled on the stacked garbage as he did, yanking it hard and bringing it crashing down on the man. He wasn’t sure exactly what he felt in his side—could be the knife, could be some debris—but he wasn’t about to let that slow him down. He pulled himself out of the edge of the pile of trash, put a hand to his side, and sped on as fast as he could manage. He ducked in and out of alleyways, doors, and any place he could hide, until he finally was throwing himself against the front door of the tattoo shop. Startled heads whipped up to see him. He was relieved to see that both Miles and Buccaneer were still here, and his relief made his knees week. Miles opened the door, practically catching Falman in his arms.

“Falman?” both the General and Buccaneer were looking at him alarmed. “Buccaneer, go get Doc!” she ordered.

“No!” Falman gasped out. “No, wait! I have to tell you—” He paused as he tried to catch his breath the concern of the three didn’t fade. “I heard… heard a plot… they’re gonna wait for a night when you’re alone, General. Then they’re… they’re going to cause disruptions and keep you alone… and then they’ll kill you. Drachma that is. I heard it!”

He still hadn’t gotten his breath back yet, and his knees felt like they were growing weaker. Was the fading adrenaline affecting him that much?

“Had to tell you…”

“Alright, easy, cub,” Buccaneer said, easing towards him. “You told us. We’ll be prepared. Now let us take care of you.”

“Huh?” Falman looked down, and suddenly realized that it might not be relief that was making him weak at the knees. It might be blood loss. “…Oh.” He suddenly felt very weak and felt himself slipping more towards the floor.

“Buccaneer. Pick him up. We’ve got to get him to Doc now,” The General said. “Miles, after we get him there, start the alert. No one is to go anywhere alone. Be on the lookout. Use our contacts.”

Miles nodded. “Right, General.”

Buccaneer came over and took a hold of Falman, lifting him up. Once he was secured, the four of them set on their way to Doc’s which wasn’t busy this time of night. As they moved, the General looked over at him.

“Thank you,” she said.

Falman didn’t have time to say more before they were heading into Doc’s clinic, and she was taking over, issuing orders and clearing people away. Falman actually wasn’t that sure of how long he was under her care, but Doc fussed at him about how even shallow stab wounds could kill and needed to be treated properly even as she cleaned him up, stitched him up, and laid him back with a unit of blood. She left him resting with the remote to a small TV in the corner. He had spent about thirty minutes in there when the door opened again. Falman looked over at it.

The General walked in a book in her hands and a stern look on her face. Falman looked at her nervously.

“You risked your life for me tonight,” she said without preamble.

“I, uh, I think they were going to kill me either way,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You could have gone to the police.” She pointed out.

Falman shook his head. “They wouldn’t have done anything about it. There’s a reason they’re not here much.”

She nodded, “You’re right. Still, you risked your life tonight for mine—and for all of Briggs. That isn’t something I take lightly.” She put the book on his lap, and Falman had the distinct impression that, if it hadn’t been for Doc, she would have thrown it at him. “You’ve proved yourself,” she said. “When you find one you want, it’s free of charge and by my hand.”

Curious, Falman abandoned the remote and opened the book. It was a sample of dozens of different kinds of bear paw tattoos. He blinked at it, then looked back up at her.

“If I do this, does this mean I’m part of a gang?”

She laughed. “No more or less than a biker gang.” He wasn’t sure if that was reassuring or not. “Pick one or don’t—it’s of little consequence to me. But just know, you’re in. You’re Briggs.”

With that she turned and walked out of the small room, leaving Falman there with the book. He looked down at it. How had he, a man who worked in a flower shop, ended up involved in all of this?

Well, there was no turning back now.

Grinning to himself, Falman opened the book to pick out his bear paw tattoo.

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