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tmuse-ac · 1 year

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The first image is from before I read the amazing fic that @lets-zofifi-stuff. They wrote a fic for Witch Y/N and it was amazing! I've never seen someone inspired by my art before! :0

The second image is a set of sketches inspired of the fic and some story bits. The bottom sketches are from much later.

Moon is fine, he's just in a small coma right now :)

#fairy friends au #fairy au #ayyy imma ninja #sun and moon fnaf #sundrop fairy #moondrop fairy #dca fairy au #witch y/n #sundrop and moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #petrixmuse art

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lets-zofifi-stuff · 2 months

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Chapter 5 | Difficult Afternoon

Sun and the witch try to relax in the garden. And we all know what happens every time one tries to just relax right?

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Ha ha! Finally! Another chapter!!! 🦋✨✨✨

@ayyy-imma-ninja

@petrixmuserb

#zofifi's writing #ao3 link #the smallest miracles #dca fairy au #fairy friends au

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 8 months

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Would it be alright to make a fairy AU inspired by yours? I just wanna make sure before I let myself get ideas for one

I mean @tmuse-ac has an AU inspired by mine, so I don't see any problem with it!

If you do, I only ask that you give credit ^^

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #fairy friends au #tmuse-ac

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ghostlyfleur · 7 months

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steve harrington with a soft girl.

*sighs*

she’s shy, smiles a lot, flusters easily. talks to animals, always has flowers on her somewhere — her pockets, holding them, behind her ears, intertwined in her hair, tucked in her shoelaces — ‘cause they make her feel safe. knows the meaning of almost all of them too! she’s so obviously into him, he knows that, and he’s pathetically in love with her as well, but she’s so anxious and nervous and shy, so romantically inexperienced, that he knows he has to go slow. it doesn’t help that she turns him into a stuttering mess. steve visits her at work (a flower shop, of course) to flirt, always rewarded with the cutest giggles and the prettiest smile. his girl is so funny too… and away with the fairies, quick witted, talks to herself, skips instead of walking, draws stars and heart all over her arms and on the sides of her shoes, stitches pretty pictures like little flowers and stars and hearts and witchy symbols on her clothes, always has glitter on her skin somewhere. people in town gossip about how she’s a witch and make up stories about how she helps eddie munson perform rituals, but she doesn’t care.

she’s different and unapologetically herself and so fucking kind, steve’s sure she’s the one.

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nighternex · 1 year

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Berry picking with the fairy boys! I'm a simple person, I see pretty design, I draw the pretty. Also squirrel ride because why not. Fairy au by @ayyy-imma-ninja

#nyxnight paints #mspaint #fnaf sb au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant au #fairy au #sundrop fairy #moondrop fairy #hnng they are so small and friend-shaped #i just want to stuff them in my pocket #but i wont

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erineas · 8 months

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"oh hey, you came early today." Sans cupped his hands upon seeing the little creature appear. She settled on them almost immediately.

"Of course! I wanted to bring you this!" She happily chirped, gesturing to the pile of leaves and... cotton-like material?? she was holding over her chest. "I found this cool plant growing next to the river and thought you would like it, so I collected some seeds for you so we can plant them now!"

He chuckled at her excitement. A fond look on his face and a smile on his teeth.

She did this every time, but he never turned her down even when he had other fully developed flowers in his garden that needed his attention, like right now.

"sure, sweet pea, lemme grab the shovel"

Day 2: Dating start!

(A little thing for the latest hyperfixation of @unnamedcrane and I, Fairy!AU where Horror has a garden and 5am is a little fairy that happens to enjoy spending time there 💜

Sans x you week by @htsan @sansxyouweek)

#Yes he kinda looks like Ash from BHC cause that may or may not have been part of the inspiration 👀#I love his sun hat and I love him so much it hurts #He's so soft in this au #Even softer than I usually draw him #And so smitten for his unhinged fairy friend #I want to kiss him #Aaaaah #Horror Sans #sansxyouweek2023 #Sans x you week #Selfinsert

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anna-naray · 5 months

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"One of the youngest angels 9 stars (y/o) to attend the stage on Earth. Kabalè is like a little fairy: extremly joyfull, lively, but very diligent about her duty as 99% guardian angel! That’s the reason why she’s attending the stage altought her young age!"

I always imagined Kabalè' look pretty colourful as an angel! A bit crazy I guess, but this is also part of her character! I like the outfit, especially her tights! X"D

Hope you like her too! 🌸🦇

Characters -> Sulfus - Raf - Kabalè - Ang-Lì - Cabiria - Mefisto

CLOSE UPS

Old drawings and studies, also here -> previus post

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tmuse-ac · 1 year

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Learnin' how to draw these beautiful babies~

God their wings are so pretty and so satisfying to render

Your friendly neighborhood witch is here to rescue innocent creatures from anyone greedy enough to sell mythical or interesting animals and creatures. They will save them despite their reluctance, heal them, and send on their way or help them home.

The boys were rescued but can't leave yet as Moon is taking longer to heal then expected. He is very uncooperative and untrusting. Sun apologizes, but understands where his brother is coming from and urges his new to understand too. Humans are terrifying, if what they just went through wasn't proof enough, but a 'human' with magic? Those are feats that they've never seen before and don't know what to expect.

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I went to @ayyy-imma-ninja's dm's to ask if I could make an AU based off of their gorgeous art and adorable fairy au and this is not that one, just a separate idea I had for the og au that I wanted to get out.

I made the design with more fantasy-old times in mind, but from a recent post it looks like it's more of a modern time au. I only realized after I finished, so I'm gonna try and decide if this spin off au will continue with what I originally intended or if y/n will get a modern design to hide them in the modern world. Not sure yet :/

Anyway again, already tagged the amazing artist! Please go look at their art if you haven't already and admire how absolutely adorable the lil' fairy babies are. So damn cute and I wanna give them so many kisses on their lil' damn cute facesss~~

#fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb au #fnaf sun and moon au #fnaf fairy au #fairy au #sundrop fairy #moondrop fairy #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf y/n #y/n and sun #y/n and moon #fairy friends au

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lets-zofifi-stuff · 1 year

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The Smallest Miracles

Fairy!Sun and Moon & Witch reader short story

Heavily based on Fairy AU by @ayyy-imma-ninja, Fairy Friends AU by @themuse-artcorner and this drawing.

Thank you all!

hurt/comfort, no romance

Trigger Warnings: abuse, animal abuse, implied suffocation, panic attack

Edit: there is an ao3 with (currently) three more chapters.

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It would be fitting to say, it was a dark stormy night, when I sneaked into the poacher's den, but in fact it was a calm chilly evening, in the middle spring. The sun only began to set down, when I found the base of the operation I was tracing down for months.

There were plenty of people in the world willing to pay a hefty price for a magical creature. So obviously, there came assholes who busied themselves with catching and selling them. But they made one serious mistake. They tried to hunt in the witch's domain. Mine, to be precise.

They made their base in a wide sinkhole in the middle of the old forest. About half a dozen goons were camping next to the mouth of a cave, presumably their main storage. They were sitting by the campfire and drinking heavily from glass bottles and ceramic jars, for warming-up.

I was hiding in the bushes, observing. The day was cold. A gentle drizzle, half way between rain and fog, was settling on me as a damp layer. If not for my warm coat and thick gloves, I would be already freezing. I had a hood pulled deep on my face with my pointy hat put on top.

The sinkhole was an excellent place to stay hidden, and to help keep imprisoned beings inside. Far worse to defend yourself against an ambush. I had a few spells prepared.

I made the fog rise from the forest floor and slowly flew down into the hole. They didn't notice anything suspicious about it until they all started to feel dizzy and unsteady on their feet. The airborne spores I added to the cloud were working.

I sat on my trusty broomstick, covered my nose and mouth with a scarf and flew down into the cloud. I landed unnoticed near the mouth of the cave. I nearly tripped over one of drugged bandits. He was wiggling on the ground, mumbling something about the rain, so I assumed he was dreaming about being a worm in the mud. He seemed strangely content with that.

The cloud was only reaching a few feet inside. Further, the air was clean, so I was able to uncover my face.

Creatures in the cages looked at me when I came in. Some got startled by the presence of a human, but some seemed to recognise that I am not one of their captors. Maybe they even knew what my pointy hat meant. A shine of intelligence in some of the eyes, made me feel sick to my stomach. Not like I wasn’t expecting magic folks trapped together with magical animals, but it was always a shock. Sleeping spore was far too good for those bastards.

I could see only about eight cages with residents inside. Either the poachers were bad at their job, or they managed to transport and sell most of their catches before I could stop them. I didn't have much hope of rescuing the poor guys after they were given away into the hands of some rich collectors or power-hungry mages.

I waved my hand at the creatures. “I am a friend. I want to help, I promise. Let me do that, please.” None has answered me, but that was okay. Many beings able to speak like to fall silent at the moment the human shows up. I was not here to make friends anyway. I began to walk from cage to cage, speaking to them soothingly and checking up their condition.

All the creatures seemed to be in relatively good health. They had to get captured recently. I could risk simply letting them go as they were. They were able to find their way out and take care of themselves, just like they were doing before humans took them.

Meanwhile the sleep cloud outside started to dissipate.

I quickly opened the cages and urged the creatures to move fast, before the bandits could wake up. I didn't need to tell them that twice. All ran out and didn't look behind once. If some of them were about to trample their former captors in their sleep, I couldn't blame them.

I could give myself a pat on the shoulder for a good job, and fly home. Or should I try to place some curses on the bandits, while they were still unconscious? I couldn’t exactly arrest them, I was just one person, and what they were doing was hardly even illegal in this part of the world. But a good curse or two would make their life miserable for a good while, and force them to seek some very expensive help with their removal.

I was just about to start when something brought my attention. Deep inside the cave, there were rows of shelves, and boxes, likely with gear and supplies, for the long hunting trips.

I spotted a big glass jar, lying overturned on the ground. From afar I thought it was just an emptied container for alcohol. The fading daylight was not enough to let me see clearly, but I felt there was some object inside. I wordlessly ordered the crystal at the end of the broom to lit up with starlight stored inside. The gentle glow revealed a tiny figure curled up inside the jar.

I crouched down to have a better look and gasped. It was a fairy. A real fairy like in the old children tales. It had to be.

The figure was yellow, with something like orange flower petals growing out of the tiny head. They were dressed in fabulously colorful clothes. On their back… there was a set of butterfly-shaped translucent wings. The wings were sparkling in the light, and flowed like silk, but they had to be able to spread and fly once.

Could I be mistaken? Fairies were extremely rare, and nearly impossible to spot. They were supposed to live deep in the woods and never ever show up to adults. They were supposed to only be seen by nice kids who’d listen to their parents, respected nature and did their chores in time. Naturally, many people doubted their existence after getting older.

My mentor told me about them too, when I was still very young. She said they are beings of great magic. They were supposed to be invisible to most, and have a natural bond to all living things, and energies of the universe were flowing through them freely.

“Nature's tiniest miracles“ she said with her eyes so dreamy. It was so unlike her to act this sentimental, that the memory remained clear. She had traveled everywhere, saw everything and had a very cynical view of the world. She also swore she saw a fairy once in the distance as a girl, and tried to find it ever since. But apparently they were once in a lifetime sightings.

Now one was right before me, closed in a jar. A jar that likely was once used for storing cheap booze. Somebody made an effort to jab carelessly a few times at a metal cab, to create holes for air. Did the bandits even know what they had trapped?? Could somebody really be this stupid?!

Even though I never saw a fairy, I could say this one didn’t look healthy. Their petals were withered, their skin sickly pale, and they were sitting curled up with their face hidden in their knees.

I put my hand on the glass. When I did that, the fairy finally looked up. Their face was round like a child's, sunny yellow with a bouquet of freckles. Their big round eyes went wide with fear, one sky blue, one gold like a sunset. They also started to shiver.

“Don’t worry,” I said, taking away my hand, and putting a reassuring smile, a little forced but still genuine. “I’m here to help.”

They opened their mouth and said something. Their lips were moving but very little sound was getting through the glass. I pointed at my ears and then at the jar cab.

“I can't hear you. I will open this now. Don’t panic, alright?”

Once I took off the top, the yellow fairy crawled out. They laid down on the ground, panting erratically and shaking. That scared me. Were the holes in the cab not giving them enough air? Or was it the reaction to shock? Fairies were always described as fragile and sensitive creatures. I swallowed hard.

“I am not going to hurt you, I promise.” I said in a soft voice. “I’m a friend.”

The creature peaked at me.

“I know you are scared but would you let me-?”

“Moon,” they said. I blinked in surprise.

“What about it?” The fairy shook their head and pointed.

“Moon,” they repeated urgently.

I moved my light up and realized the wall behind the shelves was not a cave’s wall but a gray curtain. The fairy was pointing at it.

“Alright. I will look there. Please, try to take deep breaths.”

The cavern went further than I realized. Behind the curtain was another part of storage I would otherwise miss. More supplies, barrows, boxes, some very small cages, like for birds and rodents.

“What am I looking f-?” I began to ask and stopped myself because I saw. On the higher shelf standing another jar. It looked empty from down there, but I sat on my broom and levitated myself up. I picked it off carefully and held it in both hands. Inside-

I was wiser than to falter and fall off the broom but only barely. Another fairy??

This one was blue, with clothes in a star pattern. They didn’t have petals, but there was a hat on their head. A soft-looking nightcap, trimmed with white down. Half of their face was light, almost white part in the shape of the crescent, the rest was deep blue. The constellation of freckles sprinkled across their nose and cheeks correspond to those on the yellow fairy’s face. The fairy had deep dark circles around their eyes. That had to be “Moon”.

But something was wrong. The little figure was lying on the bottom of the jar, and didn't react when I moved their jar. I felt the cold panic rising. I lowered to the ground, and hurried out. The yellow fairy was waiting where I left them. They brightened, like a sunrise when I stormed back out.

“Brother?” they asked, looking at the jar. When I came closer the relief on their face fastly shifted into horror.

I put the jar gently on the ground. Did those fuckers forgot to make holes in this one entirely?!

No, the holes were there although less of them. I opened it with shaky hands, reached in and carefully pulled the fairy out. He was just the size to fit on my opened palm.

I turned him to his back and lowered him so the yellow fairy could have access as well. They immediately crawled on my palm, forgetting about their fear of me, and kneeled by their brother’s side.

I craned down and held my breath. Was I too late? Please, spirits, don’t let me be late.

I wasn’t.

We could both see movements of the tiny chest. Slow, shallow breaths.

“He is alive!” cried the yellow fairy. I let out a sigh. Thank you spirits!

The fairy took their brother in their arms and hugged him.

“But he is so weak!” They weren't wrong. It could be just fear that I felt, but the blue fairy looked like he was about to die at any moment.

“How long has he been unconscious?” I asked.

“He was still awake when I saw him last time. The jar fell off the shelf, I rolled off, and lost sight of him. The floor was uneven, it got stuck on something and I couldn’t… couldn't…” they looked like they were about to cry.

“When was it?”

“Yesterday… morning?”

“I will use some healing magic on him. It should help some, regardless of what is wrong.”

“Magic?” They looked at me in fear. “Are you a mage?”

“No. I am not.” I rubbed my fingers together, mentally preparing for the task.

“Let me access him, allright? And be still for a moment. This requires concentration and balance.”

I put two on the blue faerie’s chest. His sibling didn’t try to stop me. I breathed deeply and focused on the life energy inside me. I told it to flow down my arm through my fingers, and connect to the magic of the blue fairy. My fingertips started to glow. Moon tensed under my touch.

“What’s happening?” gasped the yellow fairy.

“He fights me,” I said. “Even though he is unconscious.”

He was no doubt a creature born to magic, as he was able to sense my intervention and tried to push me away. I bit my lip trying to stay calm. I didn’t want to force my way through the fairy's natural defenses. It would cause him distress and exhaust him further but I was starting to feel tired myself.

“Please, don’t fight me, please, don’t fight me,” I mumbled, pressing my energy gently against his. For a moment I thought it would be all for nothing. But then a small yellow hand lay down on mine. It felt good.

Maybe it was his sibling's familiar aura that made Moon lower his guard, or maybe it was me regaining some sort of peace for a moment, but I could feel the resistance fading and my magic was able to flow. The fairy relaxed under my touch.

When I finished, Moon was breathing easier. His face gained some more color, and dark circles around his eyes faded slightly.

The yellow fairy hugged their brother tighter.

“Th- thank you. But… Are you really not a mage? I thought they are the only humans that can use magic?”

“I’m a witch. Do you see a hat?” I pointed at my head. “Haven't you ever heard about us?”

They shook their head.

“Well, I guess there are not too many witches around really.” I signed.

“I’m… My name is Sun.”

“And he is Moon?”

“Yes. We are twin brothers.”

“Nice to meet you Sun, I’m-” I turned my head as I heard some groaning outside. The bandits were waking up. I couldn’t exactly fight all six of them.

“... going to introduce myself later. We need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to take you out of here, quick.” I began to empty one of my bigger pockets. Witch’s clothes have many of them as a principle.

“We will go to my hutt. It’s a safe place. You two will be able to rest and recover.”

“I don’t know. I think Moon would-”

“Okay, done. You should both be able to fit in here.” I carefully picked Sun and plucked him into the pocket. Then I passed him the blue fairy. “Here. Hold him, when we’ll fly, watch if he lays in a good position.”

“A-alright.” Only Sun’s head was poking out of the pocket. Moon layed secured in his arms. “Wait, fly? You can fly too?!”

I sat on my broomstick. The celestial magic from the crystal flew through the wood. My clothes fluttered in the nonexistent wind, as we raised into the air. Sun gasped loudly and I couldn’t help but smile. Who does not like to show off sometimes?

I squeezed the stick tighter and we leaped forward. “Wooaaahh!” shouted Sun.

We flew out just in time to see the poachers that were waking up and scrambling on their feet. The broom flinched and wobbled as I was trying not to crash with them.

I grit my teeth and jerked the end of the broom upward, pointing it at the sky, accelerating. Some of the more awakened bandits started to shout at us and look around for their crossbows. But before they could begin to shoot, and we flew out of the sinkhole.

We weren’t ascending fast enough and pierced into the tree line. Now both me and Sun were screaming.

Somehow I avoided hitting any bigger branches. We soon bursted out above the treetops, like a fish jumping above the green waters.

I was finally able to flatten out and calm down.

The wind was hitting my face. The last shines of sunset dyed the clouds in pinks and oranges.

“You alright down there?” I asked, looking down.

“Yes, yes. We are okay.” breathed Sun. “That was so fast!” Fortunately he seemed more excited than scared.

“You guys don’t usually fly this fast, huh?” I grinned.

“No. Usually not,” he gave me a warm smile in return. He was still looking tired and sick, but maybe soon I would be able to fix that. I set a course for home.

#fanf sun #fnaf moon #sun and moon x reader #fairy friends au #fairy!Sun #fairy!Moon #witch!reader #short story #zofifi's post #zofifi's writing #long post

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 10 months

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How would you feel if someone made a fairy AU similar to your one, but it was different and they credited you?

I suppose it would have to depend.

I wouldn't mind if someone had taken inspiration from it, but not if it's an exact copy.

Take the Fairy Friends AU for example, by tmuse-ac. They have their own spin on my Fairy AU that even involves the boys themselves, and it's done in a way that I am totally okay with. There has even been a story inspired by both AUs called "The Smallest Miracles" written by lets-zofifi-stuff. Both provide credit.

So as long as it's different enough, and I am credited in the event my AU is used as inspiration, it should be okay unless I say otherwise.

And the only reason I would say otherwise, is if I find it to be too similar to my own.

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #tmuse ac #lets zofifi stuff #fairy friends au #the smallest miracles

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fuedalreesespieces · 5 months

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one thing that always gets me whenever i read inuyasha modern au fics is that inuyasha is supposedly "the slacker" or the guy who doesn't try hard on anything academia related, and that always struck me as odd bc you're telling me inuyasha wouldn't be competing with, say, koga for rank 1? that he wouldn't study his ass off in the subjects he's actually interested in? that he wouldn't pour his everything into extracurriculars he cares about? he has his aloof moments in canon but ultimately he's a hard worker and i think that trait should be reflected in aus!

plus if we're thinking about the setting here, inuyasha's canon behavior is greatly influenced by his upbringing (and later lack thereof). putting him in an environment (modern au, lack of youkai discrimination) where his talents are cultivated instead of looked down upon would give us a very different character. it's always interesting to me whenever i see canon-typical inuyasha behavior in an au where his mom is alive because it suggests that his mistrust and gruff behavior are just part of his personality and not largely a result of childhood events. i feel like modern aus are an opportunity to see how he might have grown if not for the death of his mother + father & the consistent threat looming over him as a child. what would his personality be like then? how would his first meeting with kagome go considering that? his dynamics with his older brother? his goals? it's something that could be explored in a fic taking place in the feudal realm but it's kind of difficult to just subtract the discrimination aspect that comes with that setting...just things to think abt ig!

#also saw a reblog so IM CLEARING MY NAME LMAO #koga would not even be in the top five #he was just the first person who came up when i thought of inuyasha competing w someone lol #also needs to be said that i haven't read that many modern au fics #probably because i'm not the biggest fan of em #but this is just smth i noticed from the ones i read #i also see a lot of miroku and inuyasha being besties in these fics #which isn't bad or anything but i feel like he'd be friends with sango before miroku since they seem to mesh better #also to clarify i am NOT hating on fics that do any of the things i mentioned #headcanons are headcanons and ppl should have fun!#this is just my opinion lol take it with a grain of salt #i've only ever written like three inuyasha fics and haven't even finished the manga so i'm no expert on his character #anyway enough of my rambling #inuyasha #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale #inuyasha meta #inumeta #sango inuyasha #koga inuyasha #kagome higurashi #miroku inuyasha

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ghostlyfleur · 26 days

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♡ modern!bucky x tennis instructor

modern!bucky bumps into the most beautiful — and stoic — girl he’s ever seen on the way out of his gym, and after pleading and whining with one of his buddies working the reception desk he is told where to find her.

and so is the reason he signed up for private tennis classes.

she’s hard to crack, set on only interacting with him in a professional manner and ignores all of his attempts at flirting; guarded and lacking trust, the young woman who believes no romantic relationship is worth it, works hard to ignore the butterflies in her stomach whenever her saturday morning appointment comes in… flirty, full of sweet pet names and a charming smile as he does his best to tear her walls down. she can only resist for so long when he is this relentless and caring and funny. “what exactly do you want?” is her exasperated response one day after the daily texts he sends to make her smile and that she usually ignores, “you.” is his answer, “for a really fucking long time.” and so her walls colapse.

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geraskierfanficprompts · 16 days

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Prompt #2

There is not NEARLY enough Rapunzel AU fanfics. I'm thinking of mighty witcher Geralt coming across a lone, tall, moss, ivy, and lavender covered tower out in the woods, and being surprised to find a young man imprisoned there. I love the idea that instead of paintings like Disney's Rapunzel used to fill up her time and tower, that instead he sings and makes songs, so there's like.. Lyrics and sheet music scribbled onto the walls.

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Geralt is tracking down an evil infamous mage, of whom turns out to be the captor of this gorgeous musician he found

• Jaskier has blonde hair until it's cut like in Tangled, to call back to his Dandelion roots (hah.. Roots... Like hair... and dandelions..) • We could go the Disney's Tangled route and have there be a lost Prince Julian that Jaskier just so happens to resemble (and secretly is)

• Perhaps Jaskier is physically bound there by magic or chains, Or perhaps he's there out of nothing more than guilt, shame, and/or fear toward the person keeping him there • Perhaps Jaskier is a painter in this universe, and above all, wants to see real buttercups, dandelions, etc, out in the wild, for they don't grow near his tower, and the best he can get is his own paintings of their descriptions in books.

• Maybe if we feel more adventurous, Jaskier could be part harpy, kept in a mage's tower in a birdcage, kept for his magical hair activated by his magical singing (Ooh, this gives me more bird jaskier ideas.. You might see those soon)

• Or perhaps, after Blaviken, a witcher is sealed away in a tower, only for some dumbass (affectionate) struggling bard to stroll across and think it a perfect shelter from the oncoming rain.

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