#first fic!?! les goo!

[cheruluv]

˚ · . ENHYPEN IMAGINE # 1 *ೃ༄

LEE HEESEUNG

ೃ⁀ bf!heeseung x reader

GENRE ♡ fluff, romance, crack.

ABOUT ♡ your boyfriend volunteered to babysit your little niece.

💌 > hi! This is my first fic in tumblr lol! I haven't been in tumblr in a while and this is my new account! I hope you support me! It's my first time trying to write, so i hope you like it? Haha.

WARNING ◆ this story is for entertainment purposes only. Use of pet names, not proof read? Please lmk if i missed any!

Song of the day !

You're at a family gathering. Your mother invited you to go last week.

You watch as your nephews and nieces run around the backyard. You smile at the warm scene. Their smiles were never fake, just carefree. You wished to experience, even just for one day. Studying at the university has been really hard. Getting piled up with many projects, and most importantly your research paper. You still haven't— not able to think of a title. Gosh, this was a lot easier back in highschool.

Oh, you'd kill to experience being carefree again. You sigh at the thought.

"(Name)?" Someone calls you. You turn to see who called you.

Oh, its your mom. Your face lit up even more, you haven't seen her in months.

"Hey mom," you greet her, engulfing her in an embrace.

"Oh (name) you made it! I miss you so much," She says, you apologetically smiled at her, feeling bad because you barely put anytime for her.

"Sorry, mom. I've been really busy and I couldn't call you," you say, rubbing your nape.

"Don't be sorry, sweet. As long as you're doing good– by the way, didn't you tell me you'd bring your boyfriend today?" She suddenly asked, surprising you a little.

"Yeah, haha. He's on his way right now— oh he's here!" You point at heeseung, with a big smile on your face.

He approaches you with is arms opened wide, and you hug him tight. "You made it!" You say happily.

"Oh heeseung," you mother greets, "I haven't seen you too in a while!"

Your mother and Heeseung start sharing a conversation. You stare at them fondly, without realizing that you've been smiling so hard.

The family gathering ended after a few hours. You exchanged goodbye's, and hugged your other relatives.

"Mom, me and Hee will get going now," you say, "today was fun."

Your mom smiles, " I'm glad you had fun, bye (name). Careful on your way back!"

You and heeseung qave her goodbye, you were about to leave, but you were stopped by your brother.

"Oh, Jun-ho!"

"We're leaving now, see you next—"

"Wait!" Your brother cuts you off. "I need a teeny tiny favor to ask? If that's okay,"

You tilt your head in confusion. Why didn't he just asked this like- An hour ago or something? Not when you're about to leave? You mentally facepalmed yourself.

"Uh.. I have a business trip on Saturday day. Our babysitter quit on us the other day..." he trails off. Feeling a little bit hesitant to ask his little sister, who by the way, is busy with university.

"What is it?" Your tone was urging him to say it faster. Because you and heeseung really need to leave now.

"(Name) you inow I'm facing problem right now, and I really don't wanna bother you because you're busy with your studies," he explains, and you nod,

"No one will watch Ae-cha, I was thinking maybe you can watch her? It's really okay not to. I understand if—"

"It's fine Jun-ho. Just drop her of by friday." You tell him reassuringly, patting his back.

"Bye hyung." Your boyfriend bid him farewell.

You both hop in the car, fastening your seatbelt. The ride back to you and heeseung's apartment was calm and quiet.

"Babe, why did you say yes the Jun-ho's request?" Heeseung asks, his eyes still remained focused on the road. "Your major exams are coming up, I'm sure you need to study beforehand. "

"I know, hee. But it's been hard for my brother. He just got divorced, and I can see how this is taking a toll on him," you sigh, placing your head on the window, "and plus, it's hard to find trustworthy babysitters these days, and you can barely trust daycares too."

He glanced at you, seeing how stressed you looked. Heeseung understood your point.

Ping!

Heeseung has an idea.

"Hey, (name). Why don't I watch her for you instead?" He suggests, and you almost scoff at him.

"You're bluffing, I know you don't like babysitting, babe." You chuckle, and a pout formed on his lips.

"No I'm not! I'm being serious, I- I like kids!"

You sigh, "appreciate it. But no way I'm letting you watch Ae-cha." You say, trying to end the conversations right there. You and heeseung are very busy. You don't wanna trouble heeseung with anything. Plus, it was you who was asked to do it.

"Come on. You don't trust me?" He says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Ugh, stop it— you look so weird." You stop yourself from laughing. "I don't wanna bother you, okay?"

"Come on, you'll never be a bother. And you still have to do your research paper. I already done that so I got plenty of time to watch her!" He explains. You stop to think for a moment. He's right. You're thinking of considering.

"Are you sure though?" You say slowly, wanting to hear a confirmation.

"Yep! A 101%!" He flashes you a cute grin and quickly returned his gaze to the road.

"Auntie~!" A small voice calls you.

"Ae-cha~!" You mimic her cute tone, earning yourself a small pout. She's so adorable.

"Auntie will take care of me?" She asks innocently, looking up at you with glistening eyes.

You nod at her, and a big smile grew on her face.

"Hi Ae-cha!" Your boyfriend suddenly greets, scaring the life out of you.

"Yah! Lee Heeseung!" You smack his arm, earning a groan from him.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Auntie, who him?" She points at heeseung,

"Oh this is your uncle, uncle Heeseung!"

"Ooh! Uncle" she squeals, clapping her hands repeatedly. "I like uncle!"

Heeseung giggles, approaching her to lift her up.

"And— Ahhh!" They shout in unison, as heeseung lifted her up,

"Heeseung! Be careful!" You scold him, ready to catch your niece in case if heeseung drops her.

"Baby, let me handle this! Go to your meet up!"

#enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen series #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen thoughts #heeseung soft hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #first fic!?! les goo!

[leoncillo]

Sooo uhhh the clones' colors reminded me of Uno cards and I couldn't get the idea out of my head so I wrote this, but it's messy and not really edited or fleshed out and written on my phone. I might put more into it and put it on AO3, too. This is like only the second fic I've ever shown to the public. Uh yeah. >.>;;

Aizetsu/Sekido/Karaku/Urogi x Reader, Zohakuten is their little brother. Reader is gender neutral. Reader is Black.

Uno with the Hantengu Clones

You walked with a pep in your step ready to get home to your apartment and four demon boyfriends and their little brother. You knew during they day they tended to get antsy because they couldn't go outside freely and this usually resulted in-

"Leave me alone, Karaku!" you heard your sorrowful boyfriend shout as you approached the door.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath before adjusting the groceries in your arms to open the door.

"Okay! Okay! I'll stop, Sekido! Ahh!" you watched as your easily angered boyfriend choked his green eyed brother with his staff for messing with the blue eyed one.

"They're home! They're home!" you heard as your feathered joyful ball of energy of a boyfriend as he nearly tackled you in an embrace. "We're so bored! Play with us!"

You pushed him away to get a little space and protect him from the sunlight long enough to get the groceries on the counter.

"I figured you would be so I got a little card game at the store. The cards reminded me of you guys. I don't know how hard games back when y'all were younger were, but it's pretty easy. First, could I ask for a little help putting things away?"

Sekido, the angry one, let go of Karaku and roughly pushed him towards the kitchen and Aizetsu and Zohakuten followed. They each you a kiss on the cheek as they passed by to grab items from the bags. Except Zohakuten who gave you a simple nod and glare. He's a bit shy, that one.

"So many plastic bags. This makes me sad. You should get reusable bags, dear." Aizetsu said, his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

After ten minutes or so, you lead the boys back into the living room and told them to sit down at the low table for the game. A small part of you figured this was probably a horrible idea, but the curious side just had to see what happened.

"This game is called Uno" you said as you explained the rules and dealt their hands for them.

"Are you not gonna play with us?" Urogi asked, watching you sit in a chair a bit far away.

"No, no. I'm goo-"

"Gimme all your green cards. I don't want these other colors" said Karaku.

"I would rather have blue i-if that's alright" said Aizetsu.

"And I want red, but according to them, that's not how this works, you imbeciles! Stop switching cards!" said Sekido

"I hate this already. I don't even have a color, either. Hmph." said Zohakuten

You sighed as you dealt out the cards AGAIN before smirking to yourself in your seat with your phone recording. You wondered how long it would be before the first incident.

"Ha! Draw four, Aizetsu!" Urogi happily shouted as his brother was on the verge of tears.

"That's so mean! I already have 15 cards."

"Just take it like a man and draw the cards, damnit!"

Urogi watched in a fit of giggles.

"I demand the new color be red!" shouted Sekido. You peeked at his hand and raised your eyebrow as it was mostly yellow.

The pile was only red for five seconds before Karaku made it green.

"MOTHERFUCKER" said an extra angry Sekido who had to be held back by Zohakuten and Aizetsu before he smacked his brother over the head with his staff.

"I hate all of you!" said a pouty Zohakuten as he had his turn skipped.

"Wait, you two, come here" you asked Zohakuten and Aizetsu to the side to give them a tip as you could see they were going to get bullied.

When the game resumed, Zohakuten and Aizetsu both put down draw four cards making it so that Karaku had to draw eight.

"No fair! You told them to do that! You can't pick favorites" said Karaku ready to blow the whole damn table away with his leaf.

"I don't even see that being allowed in the rule book! What gives?!" shouted Sekido.

"You read the rule book? T-These are house rules. It's how me and my friends and family play! Besides you guys are always so mean to my sweet boys" you said as you held Aizetsu's and Zohakuten's heads against you.

"Can I be pet like that, too?" asked Urogi completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

By time the game was over, no one had actually won and the room was in shambles and the table in splinters, but you were all in a cuddle puddle to cool off. You sent the video to Hantengu's main body to share with the other upper moons.

#hantengu clones #sekido x reader #aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #urogi x reader #Zohakuten #demon slayer #modern au #black reader

[gangplanksorenji]

Good _arts (When everything feels lost but I am—)

Pairing: LE SSERAFIM Chaewon x Male Reader

Word Count: 3353

A/N 1: Hellow Orenjideul! This will be my year-end fic and Happy new year to y'all! Thank you for following the journey I had been into and I hope you'll like this piece of mine! Stay safe y'all!

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“I just wanna love myself

난 좋을 때도 나쁠 때도

Love my weakness

화려했던 기대와는 

달리왠지 볼품없다 해도

Find the good parts, the good parts—”

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Breathe in; breathe out. 

Just take a deep breath and you’ll be fine—just don’t overthink about it and you’ll be fine.

It doesn’t work—nothing seems to be working in the first place. 

One more try. Calm yourself and relax your mind—feel the euphoric essence and not fall to the dark abyss lurking down.

“Hah…” you let out a deep sigh and smiled right after, knowing that you did what you could—your utmost performance. Gaslighting yourself that you did everything flawlessly isn’t gonna work and it never will.

“Ohh… I shouldn’t have gone over the limit, how stupid of me!” Another blame onto yourself for an unfortunate mishap leads you into losing your confidence. You frowned in frustration as the post-realization of your embarrassment is inevitable—you wanted to forget what happened but simply can’t.

Letting it slide off your mind wouldn’t help if you keep on thinking on how to forget it, and it shows. You puff your cheeks and let out a long breath, wanting yourself to ease the pain you’ve been feeling.

*phone vibrates*

You don’t want to answer it first as you—wait, what if it’s someone? Well, you don’t want to even put up a fight of your own demons on just a simple decision of answering a phone call, right? So, without a doubt, you picked it up without even looking at who it was and you were surprised by the voice on the phone.

“Hello Oppa!”

Your eyes widen; cheeks forming a shade of red as your lips involuntarily form a smile. You just can’t help but feel the ultimate delight whenever you hear her saccharine voice—even her scuffed voice on the phone can’t deny how sweet her voice is.

Chaewon. Kim Chae-won. The sweetest girl you’ve ever met; the cutest girl on the whole planet; the person that you can always lean on and trust—she just has everything a man wants and you’re lucky you’ve met her. Nothing in this world is perfect, but she’s the literal living embodiment of “perfection” and no one could change your mind with that—she’s your everything.

“Yah, Hello Chaewon-ah. Why did you call me?”

“Ahh, I called you to ask you how things went…”

“Huh, what do you mean by that?” you played dumb and oblivious on the phone, hoping that Chaewon would change the topic but her curiosity is inevitable—you don’t want to talk about the performance earlier as you wanted to forget what just happened.

“Hmp, don’t play dumb Oppa. I’m talking about your performance today! Did it went goo—”

“No.”

A cold, unnerving tone breaks Chaewon's sentence and the radiant energy that she emanates. Even though the both of you are just in a phone call, she can feel how spine-chilling your tone is. You don’t want to scare Chaewon in any way, it’s just the fact that you don’t want to talk about what happened earlier but she doesn’t seem moved by your sudden change of demeanor.

“Oh… I’m sorry for asking that, Oppa.”

“Uh-ahh, it’s a-alright, Chaewon. It’s just…”

“It’s just?”

You paused, pouting your lips, uneasy on what you’re going to say but you will, for you trust Chaewon with all your heart and you know how she’ll understand you.

“It's just—can I just come over at your place?”

“Ohh… Sure, Oppa. It's just that we're in a cafe with Kazuha and Yunjin, so maybe I'll come home later than expected.”

You frantically nod as you smile, knowing that you'll meet her again.

“Ohh, alright… Uhm, can I just come and fetch you on your way home? So you don't need to bother calling yourself a taxi. Just say where the cafe is and I'll go there—”

“Oh, it's alright Oppa. I'll just call a cab on my way home so you don't need to bother—”

“Please, Chaewon-ah?” your tone is reassuring and sincere, letting Chaewon know how much you trust her and how you wanted to mind fetching her in the first place.

Chaewon was having second thoughts at first as she thinks that you’ll be bothered enough but her heart says the opposite—she wants to meet you and is unhesitant of thinking about denying it.

“If you insist, Oppa… Sure thing.”

“Thank you, Chaewon-ah. Just call me if I’ll fetch you, I’m in my car right now, okay?”

“Okay Oppa, bye.”

“Bye Chaewon.”

You ended the call right after and let out a deep sigh. The sigh wasn’t anything near of stress but rather, a sigh of reassurance knowing that your day is getting a little brighter after talking to Chaewon on the phone.

Ah, she’s really a gift from above and you’ll forever cherish—

*phone rings*

Your eyelids slowly open; your eyes adjusting from the bright light your car screen (the touchscreen device or basically a screen that can be called as an ‘infotainment system’) is emanating. Suddenly, you come back to your senses and the phone rings echoes around the vehicle.

You slept without even knowing that you actually did. It’s must be the pent-up stress earlier but the phone is still ringing, maybe you should answer it—

“Hello? Chaewon?”

“Oppa! I already texted you on where the cafe is. Meet me there, right near the benches, okay?”

“Okay, Chaewon. I just slept all of a s-sudden. *yawns* I’m sorry.”

“Oppa, it’s alright. You’re not sorry; I understand how tough your day must be.”

“Thank you Chaewon-ah—” you smiled through the phone, enamored by how thoughtful and understanding she is—you’re always grateful for meeting a girl like her.

“—for understanding me. Uhm, I’ll come to the cafe as soon as possible, okay? Bye, see ya’.”

“Bye Oppa, see you too!”

You hung up the phone call as you rushed-not-so-rushed out of the parking position you’re in, ready to fetch Chaewon on the cafe she texted. You’re grateful that the cafe wasn’t really far from where you are right now—not even exceeding two kilometers according to the navigation system you’ve searched on.

“Bingo. It's not that far away, gladly.”

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Slowly dancing your head alongside the beat of the song from the radio, you feel a hint of delight and satisfaction—it may not seem to do something but it’ll do. Not so long after numerous songs, you finally arrived at the cafe she texted and thanked yourself for not getting lost on your way here, even though you almost did.

*horns blaring*

As soon as she saw the familiar color and plate number of your car, she waved goodbye to her friends, Kazuha and Yunjin as they exchanged smiles between the delightful blabbering they had earlier. A black-haired girl with her faint white highlights waddled her way onto your car and as soon as you saw it, you hopped out of the car and opened the door for her. 

“Aww, you’re so sweet, Oppa. Thank you…”

“It’s no big deal, Chaewon-ah.”

You also insisted on waving goodbye to her friends as they responded immediately. With your not-so-awkward meeting with Chaewon, you laughed it out as she smiled endearingly to you. You made eye contact with her as you awkwardly looked away right after, feeling something’s uncanny and off at this moment. Not so long after, the both of you hopped into the vehicle.

“Yah, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uhm, I’m just worried about you earlier, what seems to be the bad thing that happened?”

Her eyes switched demeanor as it fixated towards you as her eyebrows scrunch in curiosity, expecting an answer uttering from your lips.

“O-o-ohh, t-that? Uhm, it’s just noth—”

“Stop with this Oppa, I’m here to help. So please—” her gaze locked onto yours again, her eyes reassuring and endearing for you to tell the truth. She further reassures you by caressing your right thigh as her thumb fidgets around the cloth.

“—tell me the truth.”

You're skeptical, your lips sighed in defeat as you looked right into her eyes, her captivating eyes—stare on those soulful, hazel-brown eyes—and finally, said what you've been keeping.

“I didn't deliver my best performance and I was ashamed of myself for being such the weakest link…”

Chaewon's eyes were in the mix of concern and distraught, unsure of what could happen next. She caressed your left cheek, cupping it gently right after as she reassured you.

“Oppa, you were never the weakest link. We may all have flaws but it doesn't mean it's always negative. We also have our own strengths too—”

“Yeah, but—I messed up pretty badly.”

“How bad?”

You clicked your tongue and faced away from her and to the window, being embarrassed as you gained enough strength again to open up to her.

“Really bad… I just—there’s just a lot to tell you.” 

Chaewon's eyebrows furrowed in dismay, frowning right after as she felt sympathy for your maybe-your-worst mistakes. 

“It's alright, Oppa. We'll continue this later, okay?'”

“Alright…”

Before stepping on the gas pedal, you thought of one thing and asked Chaewon something.

“Aren’t Kazuha and Yunjin going to come home? I mean, I can escort them on their way home—”

“Oh, them? They said that they’ll still stay and I decided to go and meet you earlier than expected because of you Oppa.”

You're in shock, eyes wide open from her statement. Did she really did that for you? Well, that’s really sweet. You had never thought that Chaewon would be this serious just to meet you—maybe your wretched state earlier is enough for her concerned heart to act up.

“Oh wow Chaewon… Thank you, I owe you so much—”

“Come on Oppa, it’s alright; the feeling is mutual too. I owe you a lot too…”

Her smile exudes sweetness and vibrance, making it brighter than any star on the cluster of systems known to mankind. That smile of hers. It is one of the reasons why I love her with all my heart. 

After a small, affectionate talk with her, you then stepped on the gas pedal and drove your way onto Chaewon’s place.

*car vrooms*

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“Yah, Oppa! That was so awkward!”

“I know right? Like we just stared at each other and thank God, he talked first.”

“Oh wow. *giggles* Oh, we're at our place now.”

Chaewon hurriedly readied herself as you parked the car and turned off the engine. You unlocked the doors and both of you got out of the car and initiated to carry Chaewon’s bag in order to ease the burden that she’s carrying even though she doesn’t have any—you’re repaying her kind heart with your gentlemanly actions.

Chaewon unlocks the door of her house and you were surprised with the new ambiance—organized shelves alongside the new T.V. setup and new pillowcases and carpets, and the strawberry scent by the diffuser serves as the cherry on top.

“Wow, a lot has changed here since my last visit.”

“Yeah, I tend to organize stuff in my free time and I thank Kkura-unnie for helping me out in organizing things.”

“Wow, that’s great to hear.”

Chaewon then rushed to the refrigerator to get some water and glasses on the shelves. You wander down around the living room and smile seeing the pictures of her friends, family, herself and the both of you lying around the cabinet.

“You want some water, Oppa?”

“Oh, I’m pretty good right now—”

“Food? We got some leftover ‘kimchi jjigae’ (kimchi stew) and some ‘jjajangmyeon’ (black bean noodles) here. Don’t you want some?”

“Nah, I’m good Chaewon. Thanks anyways.”

“Uhm, now talk to me, Oppa.”

Oh yeah. You suddenly forgot the reason why you’re at her place and you wouldn’t dare to lie in front of your teeth with such a plethora of excuses. 

“Oh, that…” your face suddenly vexed, remembering the grasps of such an embarrassing act in front of the audience. You just thank god no one laughed hysterically on your mistakes or unless you could’ve lost your confidence there and there.

“I don’t know what to really feel. I feel like all my practice has gone into dust after that mistake. I just hate myself after that.” you sighed deeply, feeling the regret and dismay of what happened earlier.

“I don’t even know if the mentors and my professors were amused by my performance, I forgot a couple of my lines and I’m glad I made some impromptu to slide it off but it just doesn’t seem right.”

You brought your right hand onto your forehead, closing your eyes as disappointment dominated your emotions. 

“It was your last, graded performance, right, Oppa?”

“Yeah, and I fucked up bad.”

“Hey, hey, don’t say that Oppa—” Chaewon then went and sat right beside you as she held your hand, making you reassured by her touch. “—you didn’t mess up anything and you said you said some impromptu to cover it up, right?”

“Yes, but here’s the worst thing: I went blank multiple times and stuttered too. I just feel fucked at that moment—shit…” 

“Oppa…” Chaewon’s face is now closer against yours, staring endearingly with those puppy eyes. “Have you ever considered looking at the brighter side?”

“How come there’s a brighter side, Chaewon? I messed up and thank god no one noticed yet only the smallest details.”

“There can be, Oppa.”

You always know how optimistic Chaewon is—how she often cheers you up and makes your day brighter. You always know how she can make you laugh even in your all-so-serious mood, she just knows how she can make you in awe and let down your defenses for her—she’s your kryptonite. 

You half-expected her to tell things like this before you fetched her and you’re right. You feel skeptical with her persuasions but you can’t help but think of the brighter side of this. 

“Hah… Alright, Chaewon, enlighten me then.”

“Have you ever thought that the impromptu you made could be actually better than the script?”

“B-But I wrote the script, and I don’t think it’s better—”

“Oppa, even the simplest of actions can impact something so vastly. Maybe, just maybe, your professors or mentors can even applaud or complement your performance despite something lacking, yet I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing bad.”

You paused for a moment, contemplating Chaewon's reassuring and optimistic words. Maybe she can be right. 

“Tch, I don’t know Chaewon but—”

Chaewon anticipates. Her idyllic yet worrying expression—her furrowed eyebrows matched with her saccharine smile—painted all over her face expects something following your conjunction.

“But?”

You hugged her. Without any second to waste, you didn’t hesitate to kiss her cheeks and thanked her for her thoughtfulness and the time to listen to you.

You owe her so much and you feel like, you didn’t deserve her—

No. Stop with these intrusive thoughts and look to the brighter side—like how Chaewon would say to you. 

The hug lasted for only a couple of seconds and you could tell how Chaewon was flustered at that moment—her cheeks tinted a rosy pink as well as her ears getting red at the moment. 

“Chaewon, thank you so much for these.”

Your genuine tone makes Chaewon in awe, her eyes pleading as her smile exudes vibrance and you can't help but fall into the contagiousness of it—smiling too as soon as she smiles.

“It's just a small thing, Oppa. I'm always there for you, don't you forget it.”

She then hugged you tightly and you didn't hesitate to accept her affection—accepting it with open arms. She deepened the embrace with her face resting on your chest as she murmured, “Thank you too, Oppa. I’m so thankful to meet you. So so thankful…”

Your eyes involuntarily teared-up, touched by her short yet sweet message as you didn't hesitate to let out your true feelings too.

“I could never ask for anything more in this world because of you Chaewon. Thank you for everything.”

The embrace was full of affection as you pushed her gently against you—the both of you meeting eyes to each other—breaking the embrace in exchange for a kiss. A kiss to remember.

The next thing Chaewon saw is just your lips latched onto hers as you taste the faint of the vanilla lip balm. You kissed her a little bit more before detaching, your animalistic urge wanting more but you resisted.

“I love you, Chaewon.”

These simple words are enough to make someone's heart flutter. These simple words are worth remembering for a lifetime. These simple words that can make thousands and thousands of memories worth cherishing.

“I love you too, Oppa.”

The both of you locked eyes and exchanged smiles, feeling reinvigorated than before.

“Just to hope they would be pleased, at least.”

“I believe that they will, Oppa. Also—” Chaewon got off on the couch as she hurriedly got something on the shelves. 

Wires with the colors of blue and black is all you can see as she set-ups the conglomeration of wires near the T.V. and with that, you insisted to help yet within a blink of an eye, she already finished wiring anything up.

“—do you wanna play some games, Oppa?” she asked you with a controller in her hand.

You would be lying if you don't want to. How can you resist playing with a puffball like her? With that being said you nodded and got the wireless controller from her hand as you started grasping the controls of it.

“Try and be relaxed, Oppa. We'll play some chill exploration games if you want to so you won't be stressed.”

Another nod, agreeing on her actions. 

“Ahh, the things you do to me, Chaewon…”

And now with a simple click, the game starts as the adventure begins…

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Seconds become minutes. Minutes become hours and so on. Time really went fast as you didn't see the dark aura of the sky outside—signaling that it's already nighttime and the both of you didn’t notice because of how busy you were on the game.

“Wow, *yawns* —we really did a lot of this game, Oppa. I’ll just harvest the rest of the crops and maybe explore more on the other side.”

“Yeah, sure, Chaewon, I’ll go and do some fishing then.”

You focused on going near the pond as you suddenly felt a weight on your left shoulder. You looked to your left, Chaewon silently snoring; her eyes shut; sleeping soundly. 

You tucked her white-highlighted hair behind her ear, taking a look at her beautiful and pristine features: her cute, boopable nose; her faint eyes, innocent from her sleeping and her soft, plump lips.

You took a sight of her impeccable features and kissed her cheek. You smiled right after as you exited the game from both controllers and turned off the T.V. right after.

Such epitome of perfection she is. You're in awe seeing how beautiful she really is. Even with the simplest outfit and faint make-up, she stands out, exceeding any criteria of beauty—she's the real epitome of it.

You lay her down on the couch and took the nearby blanket on the coffee table, wrapping it around her as she didn't seem to be bothered by your actions—still sleeping peacefully.

“Good night, Chae.”

Give her a quick peck on the forehead, you smile as you sit beside her, caressing her hair and cheeks.

“Thank you for everything, Chaewon. Thank you for guiding me on the times I feel lost. Thank you and no words can explain how much I love you.”

The vast night sky has countless stars that seemed endless, but you could only see one, and that's Chaewon.

You leaned next to her, trying to sleep as you, not so long after, you gave in to your drowsiness.

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Text Message from “yurii the hamster”:

“Oppa! I have some good news for you! Our professors commended our performance earlier! They also said you performed well and your acting is great! Thank you again for all of these, Oppa, everything isn't possible without your help and everyone of us. Thank youuu! ;)”

Well, this will be great news for you when you woke up.

#le sserafim #chaewon #le sserafim fluff #le sserafim scenarios #le sserafim x male reader #le sserafim fic

[classpectpokerap]

Give meq tgat fefat <> roxy stuffff please

alright bear with me for a second i gotta paint a word picture

imagine youre roxy lalonde, right.

you just entered the game. youve got a bottle of momslime. your modus was literally built to hold ectobiologized goo. youve been feeling the weight of destiny on your shoulders -- YOU ARE GOING TO MEET HER. she might be dead but you are going to meet her.

and you get to your sprite,

and theres just

a fucking

CLOWN

and two corpses that he throws into the kernel.

(the first homestuck fic i ever read, Conference Call, has a version of the erisolsprite prototyping. they fought gamzee and got their fuckin asses kicked. its great.)

and then youre left with just. Some Alien Bitch. and its like the universe is teasing you, because she's partially the DIRECT DESCENDANT of the fishwitch what killed your mom, and also a cat???? you are so sick to death of cats. you have been up to your fucking ass in cats. its just too much

and then she just. talks to you

and you slowly start to listen

you hear about her lives on alternia. what it was like being a princess, what it was like being the pauper. how they weren't even really friends, before -- they ran in different circles.

but they're one person, now. one person dedicated to *helping you.*

we never find out how roxy quit drinking, or who helped her through it

(it was fefeta)

and fefeta *loves* you. she listens to you talk about boys. you talk about your mom. fefeta never really spoke to her... but her nepeta half *knows what happened to your kitty frigglish* after he died. and frigglish said that your mom was okay.

that everything was going to be okay

and it's just. jane had her shit. jake was up in his shit. dirk had fucked off with his shit. and roxy really only had fefeta!!!!!!!!

and i think they were moirails and i think they loved each other so much. frankly. tbf.

roxy is a trans woman, fefeta is newly plural. they have a lot in common. tbqh. its like. its very beautiful. in my eyes. in my vision.

and then

she dies

and this is like. this is a really big fucking deal honestly?

fefeta's death is like. a huge thing. its one of the only things she tells john about when summarizing the entirety of her session.

and this isnt something she magically gets back in the post-retcon timeline, either

like... when fefeta dies, there isnt a post-retcon fefeta. (we'll GET TO YOU JASPROSE.) it's just roxy who remembers fefeta's existence at all -- her friends dont have any connection to her. *nobody alive in all of reality* remembers her.

fefeta isnt just dead, dude, shes Fucking GONE. shes the goner ever. shes fuckin erased.

but honestly

on a level? good for her.

we've seen what being in homestuck does to people. it warps them, reshapes them. (see the new hsbc upd8 for some cool imagery about it.) fefetasprite was never a real part of the story. she got away with being silent -- her words are hidden from us. she was never in LE's clutches.

and why would LE even want to clutch her

she's the sword that's going to kill him, after all

:3

i call fefetasprite the "cat fish witch" for a very important reason. a) its cute BUT B). if you look at caledfwlch, dave's sword, and just sorta. squint at the word. it looks like cat fish witch. that's fefeta. she Iss the cat fish witch.

so what does her death mean?

well it's not like dave used an UNBROKEN sword to fight LE.

feferi is the part of the sword still left in the stone. the part we forgot and left behind.

which leaves Nepeta, the other half of this broken sword, of the Cat Fish Witch

to kill the shit out of Lord English. B33

the sword was always going to kill him!!!!!!!! fefetasprite was the sword!!!!!!!!!!! NEPETA WAS ALWAYS FATED TO DEFEAT LORD ENGLISH!!!! AM I CLINICALLY INSANE? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway. all this to say.

i wrote a fic about this.

check out the second work in the series for roxy processing the emotions that none of her post-retcon friends remember her moirail. it's some good stuff i think!!!!!!! also hal is there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway jasprose is just roxy's initial dream of reviving her mom in her kernelsprite brought to life through the most roundabout and indirect and stupid way possible. send POST

#hs meta #homestuck #homestuck fanfic #etch asks #fefetasprite #feferi peixes #davepetasprite^2 #nepeta leijon #my fanfic #roxy lalonde #roxy <> fefeta

[x-authorship-x]

Hi Torship 💛 you have ficd for Tokoyami (mha) and Shisui, assuming they're your series favs... What other favs do you have? I don't know if you love any character like you love shisui tho? ;D hard to imagine

Have a good day/night!

Hey, Anon!

I have a lot of series that I like, fandoms that I browse over like popping your head in a gallery to admire the view and not read the labels, but only a few characters I am pretty hardcore for...!

Shisui

We been knew. I don't really know how I found myself quietly determined to dominate his character tag but life works in mysterious ways. He was a possible love interest for my SIOC back in the day and then... We spiralled, massively. I liked his character so much that I turned to my Beta one day and said 'why isn't there a Shisui time travel fic, one thats simple but impactful?' and she shrugged and told me why I didn't try my hand at it myself, and that's how In The Eye of the Beholder started. The first of...many. I think we're at around 20 Shisui-centric fics posted? And endless ideas 🤡 The OG blorbo

Obi (Akagami no Shirayuki/AnS)

Oh my god Obi. You guys don't realise everything I have bottled up inside of me, but Obi gets me almost at the same level as Shisui, I just never posted much. The AnS fandom is smaller and idk in a weird way I'd feel more out of place there because, with Naruto fics, you're kinda sheltered by the crowd? We all deal with self consciousness, I guess. Obi unlocks something in me. Like with Shisui, I can ship him with almost anyone because I'm ace and romance is nice to read but not the end of the world, you know? It's always going to be a platonic relationship that rules my fics, I can't help it. But Obi? His love for Shirayuki just turns me into this puddle of emotionally complicated goo 😵

For Bnha....

You're not wrong that there's a reason that Tokoyami ended up as my first character-centric foray into this fandom, but it's not at all the same as the previous two. I have a lot of loves in BnHa. Ochako, Momo, Kirishima, Todoroki, Dabi, Hawks, Mirko, Best Jeanist, Ingenium (Tensei), and I have a protective streak a mile wide for Tamaki (I have a lot of thoughts, on...all of it tbh) but I'm very happy to rotate across basically the whole cast from BnHA because a good fic is a damn good fic! And the artists are also extremely talented~

Narutoverse

I want to swing by Narutoverse again, just to reiterate that I may be welded to Shisui but I do love a massive number of characters, mainly the idea/potential of them than canon reality (as in most cases, I'm not a "love letter to canon" author) but it's a love all the same. Tobirama, Gai, Lee, Tsunade, Kakashi (squad 2 tbh, i picked my favs for that group), and I've grown so much fonder of other characters that I never paid much mind to (mainly Uchiha or Akatsuki etc) as just a reader!

Other fandoms

I'm... I'm a binge reader without much in the way of pickiness for a lot of fandoms. Les Mis, MCU, HP, LotR/Hobbit (I'm not even loyal to Aragorn/Arwen, this is how flexible I am in the face of good fandom content).

I have a huge preference for BAMF Din, I had to stop watching season three of the mandalorian because it was frustrating me so much lol

My favorite PJO character by a long long shot is Percy

I get annoyed when I remember that they didn't make the RDJ Sherlock Holmes movies a polytriad

I'm Merlin trash in the year 2023

I'm too scared to start One Piece 🥴

If I had the time, memory space, and energy to swallow Star Wars lore, I would write a huge fic where Finn is the protagonist. No hate to any character but I want what I want

I think I'm running out of fandoms and, therefore, character fixations 😂 you're right tho, Anon, that I don't exactly have a designated 'Shisui' level of love in each fandom!

Thank you! Have a good day/night too✨

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #yellow heart anon #fandom stuff #chit chat

[giantroboticplatypusbutt218]

Boiling Point

This is Part 1 of the Magnetic Attraction series. 

Rating: General Audiences

Content Warnings: Fantastic Racism, Internalized Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence.

Summary: The Loonatics get called in to prevent a planet’s energy crisis, and as Heroes of the Universe, they are more than up to the challenge. However, upon arrival, the team notices a certain biotech problem they couldn’t account for. With tensions growing and relationships being brought into question, what was supposed to be a simple repair job may turn out to be less simple than they first thought.

Word Count: 20,907

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (Link to chapter on Ao3)

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1873

Notes: (Continued under the cut)

Some content warnings/explanations. If you don’t care, feel free to skip to the story.

Firstly, this story contains mild anti-racism themes, so some microaggressions will occur as part of a character arc. Since I’m white, and likely still a bit ignorant despite my best efforts, if I don’t deliver the message very well in the end, don’t hold back on letting me know.

Second, while unintentional, some of the action scenes in chapter 4 may come across as a little… sexual assault-y. If I thought it was egregious I would have altered them, but since the average Pepé Le Pew short is at least three times worse, I felt leaving it but adding a warning was fine.

Third, there is a character that is implied to have mild internalized homophobia and it isn’t directly addressed in this fic. That is because I am hoping to turn this into a series and have that addressed later.

Lastly, I have decided not to phonetically spell out each character’s speech mannerisms. Their word usage and sentence structure are still the same, but I wanted to keep the actual text as readable as possible for anyone with reading difficulties.

If you’re fine with all that, I hope you enjoy reading.

~

“I mean it’s pathetic. All the compliments and cuddles and yet neither of them are smart enough to know that they’re obviously in love.”

Duck plopped down onto a couch in the lounge, with Lexi taking a spot a couple of cushions down.

“I don’t think it’s fair to assume they’re in love just because they’re a little more affectionate than most friends.”

“What kind of friends give each other goo goo eyes?” Duck accused. “Boyfriends, that’s who.”

“What’re you guys talking about?” Ace asked as he and Slam made their way into the lounge as well.

Duck stood up on the couch cushion and turned toward them. “You guys noticed it too, right? How much Rev and Tech have been flirting lately?”

“Eh… 'flirting’ is a strong word. Sure they’ve been tossing each other a few more compliments, but nothing I can’t imagine regular friends saying to each other.”

“‘Regular friends’, sure,” he snarked. “Are you saying you would ever call me a, ‘sharply dressed, genius, master of all forms of engineering’?”

“You’ve got me there,” Ace flatly replied.

Slam snickered.

“Either way,” Ace continued as he took a seat on another couch, “until one of them says something, it’s not fair to call it flirting. Their relationship is their business, and their business only.”

“It is my business, because if I have to watch those two sad sacks ignoring each other’s hints any longer, I’m gonna lose my mind!”

“It’s not that bad,” Lexi said. “I think it’s cute how sweet they are together even if they’re not dating.”

“Well, I think it’s stupid that they’re wasting time being friends when they’re both lucky enough to already be into each other.”

Ace chuckled. “I think someone is just jealous that a certain weather lady isn’t as chummy with him.”

“Hey! You leave Misty Breeze out of this!”

Lexi turned her head toward the door to the lab just before it opened, after which the rest of their heads followed. Out came Tech and Rev, laughing down the hall together.

“Hoo boy. That one was pretty bad,” Tech said mirthfully. “But I think I’ve got one that’ll really get ya. Alright?” He paused for effect. “You must be the acid to my litmus paper, because every time we meet, I turn bright red.”

Rev chuckled. “How about this!” He cleared his throat. “Hey Tech, I wish I was adenine so I could be paired with- Um.” Upon noticing the others, he coughed awkwardly into his arm.

Tech side-eyed him, let out a little huff through his nose, then headed farther into the lounge.

“Hi guys,” he greeted casually, being met with some waves.

“Right back at ya,” Ace replied. “What’ve you both been up to?”

Though Tech opened his mouth to reply, Rev spoke up much faster.

“Nothing weird; Just telling each other some funny pick up lines! As a joke I mean! Just two best friends telling jokes! Nothing against Tech of course, he’s absolutely wonderful in every single way. I would just never actually mean any kind of pickup line because we’re-”

“Enough Rev,” Tech chided, momentarily clamping his fingers around his beak. “‘We were telling jokes,’ would have sufficed.” He ignored Rev’s pout as he turned back to Ace. “What’s up with the little get-together? Did we miss a memo or something?”

“Nope. I just think we all just got the idea to chill out here for a bit.”

The air chimed with the tone of an incoming holographic video call.

“Huh,” Ace said. “This might be the memo you mentioned, Tech.”

Pressing a button on his communicator, Ace let the call project above the coffee table for the team to see.

“Ace here, leader of The Loonatics. How can we help ya?”

“Oh thank goodness,” a woman's voice came through in grainy quality, along with an extremely fuzzy projection that made it impossible to see anything besides a rough lavender silhouette. “I am Wattney of the Quoptalians on the planet Fep-18, owner of the South-Anterior Energy Center in quadrant two from which I am calling.”

“That would explain the poor transmission quality,” Tech noted.

“You couldn’t have stepped away from the power plant for a bit?” Lexi asked.

“No. The situation is dire, and I need to stay here in order to monitor everything.”

“Fair enough,” Ace said with a shrug. “So what’s the problem?”

“Currently, my energy center supplies all the electricity for the entire quadrant, but the main generator has recently stopped working and we are running out of fuel for the backup generator. Soon, our backup will not be able to keep up with energy demands, and the entire quadrant could experience a massive blackout that would endanger two billion lives.”

“It’s a good thing saving billions of lives is what we do,” Ace asserted confidently. “What can we do to help?”

“We have two main issues that need to be addressed. One, we need help keeping the boiler that provides steam to our backup generator hot. And two, we need someone to help figure out how to fix the main generator.”

Rev tilted his head. “Not to sound rude but do you not have people who know how to fix the generator on your own planet?”

“Unfortunately, no. The main generator was built centuries ago; Its design is so outdated and specialized that nobody is left who understands how it functions. That is why we need someone with vast mechanical and programming knowledge to figure it out from scratch.”

Ace gave a nod. “Keep the backup generator hot and figure out how to fix the main one. Send us your coordinates and we’ll be right over.”

“Thank you. Sending them now. And please hurry.”

“On it! See you ASAP!” After ending the call, Ace got up and turned to the rest of the team. “Alright Loonatics! Rev, I’ll send you the coordinates I received from Wattney so you can call us up a wormhole to Fep-18. Tech, throw together whatever gear you have lying around that you think might help. Everyone else, grab your jetpacks and sit pretty until it’s time to head out.”

The team rang out into a chorus of acknowledgment before following Ace’s orders.

-

A few minutes later, everyone met back up in the lounge with Tech arriving last, a few small devices enclosed in one hand and a briefcase in the other.

“I’ve got some good news, and some bad news,” he said.

“The good news?” Lexi asked.

“I found a few of the Retro Fire Master Blasters that we used a couple of years ago, which should be useful for keeping the backup generator hot.”

“The bad news?” Ace asked.

“When I say, ‘few’, I mean I literally only found three of them.”

Duck scoffed. “You made them all in like five minutes last time, why not just remake the ones you lost?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I had more equipment to gather.”

Lexi looked at the briefcase in Tech’s hand. “And I’m guessing the equipment is in there?”

“Right you are,” Tech said, opening it up to reveal its contents. “Since I can’t be sure what I’ll be dealing with until I get there, I’ve brought my laptop, toolset, various technical components, and whatever programming books I could cram in there.” He smirked to himself. “Though, the books are mostly for Rev, as I’ve got them memorized.”

Rev appeared in front of Tech, smiling warmly as he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Aw, that is so considerate of you! Though entirely unnecessary because I’ve also memorized the content of every single one of your programming books and also every other book you’ve left in and around the lab. But really it’s the thought that counts and that is still so thoughtful! Though, I’d expect nothing less from my wonderful super-genius best friend!”

“And I shouldn’t have expected anything less from the best programmer in the universe, after me of course. But I can’t ignore your genius as well. After all, who better to be the best friend of the smartest person alive than the only person who comes anywhere close to matching his intellect?”

“Goodness Tech! That is the highest compliment I could ever hope to receive! And that is why I am so happy to be able to work with you each and every day because nothing could ever compare to how great it is to be appreciated by the most talented inventor who is amazing at everyth-”

“Ugh, seriously?” Duck interjected. “Stop flirting with each other so we get going already.”

“Flirting?!” Rev squawked. “Th-That’s not-! We’re not-! You-!” Rev’s already red beak started turning a darker shade. He looked to Tech for help, but he appeared to be too busy glaring at Duck.

“Okay listen,” he started, “just because Tech and I are really super close best friends that doesn’t necessarily mean that when we give each other compliments it implies we’re into each other in an equally deep but very different way. Because Tech and I are friends and nothing else, even if I can admit he has a lot of traits that would be appealing when it comes to a significant other, such as his aforementioned genius and of course his great sense of humor. But obviously with me being a roadrunner and a guy it’s not like we’d ev-”

A wire flew through the air and coiled tightly around Rev’s beak, cutting off his rant.

“We get it,” Tech said, voice serious but controlled. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, we all really should be going.”

“Uh, alright then,” Ace announced, sharing concerned looks with the rest of the team. “Let’s go.”

Using his magnetokinesis, Tech slipped the wire back off Rev’s beak and into the briefcase, which he promptly added the blasters to and closed before following Ace.

Rev fell behind, rubbing his beak with a disheartened sigh before joining the rest of the team.

~

“Ugh. Remind me again why we have to fly down to the power plant?” Duck moaned as everyone started making their way through the wormhole.

“The energy being created there puts out a lot of interference that could make generating a wormhole close by dangerous,” Tech explained.

“Ah, great!” Ace said as he and the rest of the team made it through, “we’ve got a nice air pad to land on.”

“Well duh,” Rev said, flying down as everyone else followed with their jetpacks. “You think I wouldn’t have checked to see where the best place to set up the wormhole would be? I also took the liberty of relaying a message to the South-Anterior Energy Center staff to be on the lookout for us. After all, it’s always good to be prepared!”

“Uhh, Rev,” Lexi said, blinking as a small group of Quoptalians waved them down for a landing, “I think there may have been something you didn’t prepare for.”

“What do you-” As Rev landed with the rest of the team, his heart landed in his throat, forcing him into silence.

On the heads of a few Quoptalians, were mechanical creatures identical to the biotech parasite that had once taken control of his brother and caused him to attack Acmetropolis.

~

Link to Boiling Point Chapter 2 ->

#Loonatics Unleashed #Rev x Tech #Tech x Rev #Rev Runner #Tech E. Coyote #Danger Duck #Lexi Bunny #Ace Bunny #Slam Tasmanian #Shipping #My Fanfiction #I tried doing some HTML but it failed... #If anyone knows how to insert a horizontal line on a post please let me know... #Also I hope this turns out okay because if it doesn't I think I'm gonna cry. #Anyway if I don't get cold feet the next chapter should be posted on Monday. #LU Fanfic Series Magnetic Attraction #LU Fanfic Boiling Point #LU Fanfics

[mikauzoran]

22, 23, and 28 for the superlatives!!

Thanks so much for the Ask! ^.^ <3

22. Most anxious to post

I think there were three I was super anxious about because I was doing something new or different, and that's always anxiety-inducing.

- Betting Against the House (Adrienette Lila) - I was afraid everyone would hate the ending. I based a lot of this on my own experiences being bullied and how I would have liked for the situation to resolve, and I was afraid people were going to tell me my feelings were invalid or something. ^.^;

- Wishing for You (Ladrien) - I think I'm slowly getting a handle on the Ladrien dynamic, but it's definitely my weakest and least favourite side of the Love Square. This was my first Ladrien one-shot, and I was afraid I wouldn't do a good job and people wouldn't like it. I also wrote it as a gift for people who had taken the time to share what they loved about Ladrien with me, so I was nervous that they wouldn't like it in particular.

- Clarity in the Harmony (Lukanette) - Lukanette is kind of outside my comfort zone. I know I regularly take requests and write random pairings that aren't in my comfort zone, but this one was kind of challenging. I was afraid no one would read it or like it. ^.^; I struggle with insecurity.

23. Most excited to post

I'm so bad at choosing between my children! XD Here are probably my top five. I was so psyched for these.

- Finders Keepers (Adrienette) - I know this isn't super popular, but I was really enthused about the idea for this one, and I really like how it turned out. I was excited to share it with people.

- Behind the Masks (Marichat) - I cranked this one out so fast. XD I was really excited about this one too.

- I'm Learning to Love (Walking Away from Things) (Lady Noir/Adrienette) - I wrote most of this in one day. I really liked pretty much everything about it, and it was well-received too. I was happy that people enjoyed it.

- The Most Pointless Argument (Lady Noir) - This one is so silly. XD I personally thought it was hilarious. I mean, how can you not love Ladybug dissing Marinette and Chat Noir disparaging Adrien in an attempt to keep their identities secret when their partner wants to add their civilian self to the team?

- Le Carnaval: A Short Story Collection - It was a ton of fun to do so many different pairings (many of which it was my first time writing). I really liked how most of these turned out, and I was excited to share this with people. ^.^

28. Happiest fic

I am soooo bad at this. XD I really can't pick. All of my stories contain happy endings, but the characters usually go through stuff before they get there, so I'm not sure if I have a purely happy, fluffy piece. I think these ones are the closest:

- The Dupain-Cheng Special Hot Chocolate Pact (Lukadrigaminette) - This one is silly and fun. I think it might be the legitimate happiest fic.

- Finders Keepers (Adrienette) - I think this one has the most Adrien and Marinette being fluffy and lovesick and goo-goo-eyed over each other.

- What You Need (Queerplatonic Alyadrino) - I think this one is probably the most sweet. Nino just wants Adrien to be okay, so Alya and Nino sneak into the Agreste Mansion to love on Adrien and give him snacks and watch movies.

- Your Song (Lukadrien) - This is another sweet one. Adrien writes Luka a song. Dinner almost burns.

- Perfect Fifth (Lukadrien) - Another nother sweet one. Luka assures Adrien that he's perfect as is.

Thank you again for the Ask! <3

Ask Game.

#Adrinette #Adrienette #Lukadrien #Marichat #LadyNoir #Lady Noir #Love Square #Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Chat Noir #Ladybug #Luka Couffaine #Ask Game #Ask #Ask Mikau

[starshine583]

Crossing a Line

(SUPER late to do this, but I finally decided to name the fic lol anyay, here’s part 16 of Le Paon! Sorry it’s a day late, but I hope you all enjoy!)

Part 1 / Part 15 / Part 17

Le Paon landed on a chimney top and frantically searched the city streets. The akuma was probably being formed at that very minute. He needed to find Marinette and get her off the streets before the battle started. If something happened to her because he was floundering around for some pieces of jewelry-

“PEOPLE OF PARIS!”

Le Paon jerked in the direction of the booming voice, where a woman stood in the middle of the street. Or, at least, he assumed it was a woman. The person’s figure was too covered in a dripping, green slime to really tell.

“YOU ALL WANTED A MONSTER.” They bellowed. Yes, that shrieking was definitely on the feminine side. “I GAVE YOU ONE, PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IT, BUT DID YOU ALL THANK ME? NO! YOU TOLD ME IT NEEDED TO BE SCARIER, MORE REALISTIC!”

The green slime ball aimed her arms towards the sky. “HOW’S THIS FOR REALISTIC?!”

The akuma thrust her arms forward, causing slime to shoot off in random directions. The slime covered the building and the cars, sticking to them like glue. A few people tried to escape, but within seconds, the akuma had them pinned to the cement with her goo. So far, struggle appeared to be futile.

Le Paon started looking faster.

He passed over the alleyways of the entire street, then jumped to a few other streets and searched through those too. Panicked citizens were running and screaming everywhere, but Marinette was nowhere to be found. Where could she have gone? Why couldn’t he see her? What if she’d gotten hit already, and he missed it?

In a newfound panic of his own, Le Paon rushed back to the akuma, only to find Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting it head on.

The heroes were using their weapons to avoid the slime balls, while the akuma kept shooting. Underneath the akuma’s feet, though, slime was slowly seeping off of her body and climbing up the building wall that the heroes were on. A trap.

She looks like she’s got this. Le Paon thought, continuing to look around for Marinette.

It was then he spotted her. Well, not Marinette, but Allegra. She was filming him from behind a slimmed car not too far away. Le Paon ran towards her. The two girls had run off together, so Marinette had to be close by.

Allegra gasped slightly at his sudden approach, but didn’t back up. She merely stared at him with a mix of awe and a slight bit of worry.

“Where’s Ma- uh- your friend?” He asked quickly. There was no time to play games.

Allegra blinked. “You mean Marinette? I don’t know. She said we’d get better coverage if we split up.”

Le Paon let out a frantic laugh. Of course she did. Of course she did.

“Alright, alright, um..” He looked around for a moment, before pushing the camera until it was facing down. “First of all, no pictures. Second, get to safety and tell your friend to do the same.”

Allegra went to reply, but Le Paon spun on his heel and sprinted back towards the fight. He didn’t have any more time to look for Marinette. So he’d have to win- or end -this fight swiftly to make sure she didn’t get hurt. (If she wasn’t already.)

Ladybug threw her yo-yo at the akuma, easily tying them up to stop the blasts. Le Paon used the akuma’s excess sludge to slide forward and grab the yo-yo string. He caught a glimpse of Ladybug’s surprise before he yanked on the yo-yo, causing the hero to fly forward.

Unfortunately, Chat Noir managed to grab her arm in time, but the yo-yo did slip off the akuma when Ladybug lost her balance, so Ladybug’s being saved wasn’t a total loss. 

With the akuma free, Le Paon took off towards another alleway. They needed to surround the heroes, make them sweat. If he could coax their powers out of them prematurely, he might be able to figure out Ladybug’s identity when her time ran out. 

Le Paon jumped back and forth between the alley walls until he was back on the rooftops. Ladybug and Chat Noir were fighting two roofs away. What the heroes didn’t see, however, was the sludge that was ever so quietly creeping onto the rooftop. Le Paon didn’t know how they were missing it, since it was almost covering the front of the building they were standing on.

Pushing that thought aside, He charged forward and spread out his fans. It didn’t matter why they missed the sludge. The point is that they did miss it, and it would be their fatal mistake.

“Incoming!” Chat yelled as Le Paon landed on their rooftop.

Ladybug glanced behind her, briefly catching Le Paon’s gaze. “I see him! Cover me-”

Her orders were cut off with a gasp when the slime finally crawled around their ankles. 

“C-Chat!” She yelped, foolishly trying to pull herself out of it as it continued up her legs.

“I got it!” Chat Noir said, raising his hand in the air. “Cataclysm!” 

Le Paon watched the familiar, dark magic swirl around his brother’s palm. As soon as he thought about stopping the use of the power, though, Chat Noir already had his hand on the slime, and it was disintegrating.

Along with the rest of the roof.

Le Paon stumbled back as the black decay spread across the plastered rooftop. He’d seen Cataclysm a few times in action, but he’d never dared to get so close. His paranoia was proven justified too when the roof caved in on itself, bringing Le Paon with it.

A shocked cry escaped him as he grappled at the air. Debri smacked him from all sides, and his vision clouded with the dust of it. 

When his back hit the top floor, he couldn’t even gasp a second time, as the hit ripped all of the air from his lungs. He did, however, find the time to shield himself with his forearms in the two second span it took for the rest of the debri to fall on top of him.

That’s when the floor caved below him for the second time.

~~~~~~

Ladybug tried not to gag as she dug through the akuma’s slime to grab the akumatized object. She thought that cinema monster was bad, but now she almost missed him.

“There!” Chat Noir spoke up, pointing towards a small object around the akuma’s neck.

Ladybug yanked it off and promptly smashed it to the ground. As expected, an akuma fluttered out of the object.

She used her yo-yo to catch it and stood up with a relieved sigh. “I’m glad that fight’s over. I’m pretty sure I still have some slime left in my ears.”

“I couldn’t agree more, M’Lady.” Chat Noir commented. “Mind using your miraculous cure so I won’t have to take five showers when I get home?”

Ladybug chuckled and threw her Lucky charm into the air. It burst into a million, tiny ladybugs before sweeping over the city- them included -and putting everything back to the way it was.

Chat Noir shuddered. “Oh, finally! That goo was starting to find its way into uncomfortable places.”

Ladybug scrunched up her nose with a laugh. “Ew! Don’t tell me that.” 

Chat Noir gave a shrug. “It’s true.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes playfully. “Anyway, where do you think Le Paon went?” Her eyes swept over the city street they were on. “Usually, he’d come out to fight some more or we’d see him running away.”

Chat looked around as well, but he obviously wasn’t as interested- or worried -as she was. “He probably ran back to his little boss, the coward. As long as he’s out of our way now, I don’t care.”

Ladybug frowned. Chat Noir had always been more firm in his belief that Le Paon was pure evil, not that she could blame him. She’d thought the same thing until he saved her, until she found out he was actually Felix. She wanted to help him give up peacefully, but would Chat Noir allow it? 

“Chat..” She began hesitantly. “Do you think it’s possible to end all of this peacefully?”

Chat furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what if Le Paon decides to surrender? What do you think we should do?”

“Le Paon? Surrender?” Chat Noir snorted. “Come on, M’Lady, we both know that’s not going to happen. Le Paon is an incompetent criminal with no remorse. He’s not going to ‘surrender’ until he’s gotten the miraculous or we have him in handcuffs.”

Ladybug held back a grimace. That didn’t sound like a good start to Felix’s redemption.

“But what if he did? What if he decides to stop working for Hawkmoth and turn himself in?” She prompted.

Chat stared at her for a moment, then sighed. “If he really had a change of heart and decided to give up his miraculous, then maybe I could see myself being fine with him. But the fact is, that’s never going to happen Bugaboo.” 

Ladybug’s miraculous took that moment to start beeping.

She touched a hand to her earrings. “Yeah.. maybe..”

Chat Noir offered her a smile and patted her shoulder. “Hey, everything’s gonna be alright. Even if he doesn’t surrender, we’ll catch him.”

Ladybug bit her lip and nodded. What was she going to do if they did catch him? Would she have to convince Chat Noir to let him go? She couldn’t see him letting a terrorist run off without consequences if he didn’t know them.

She threw out her yo-yo, letting it wrap around a nearby chimney. There was no use in worrying about something that might not happen. “I’ll see you later, Chat.”

Chat gave a small wave and pulled out his baton. “Later, Lb.”

The two ran off in opposite directions, Chat Noir in the direction of the school, Ladybug in the direction of Master Fu’s Massage Parlor.

~~~~~~

A gasp tore itself from Le Paon as his eyes snapped open. He jolted upright and gripped his chest, hard. Where was he? Was the battle over? How did he get back onto the rooftops? Le Paon was sure he’d been…

He shook his head. The miraculous cure must have healed him, which meant the battle was over. Ladybug and Chat Noir must have taken out the akuma while he was- ahem -out. 

Le Paon started to scramble to his feet. He had no way of knowing where the heroes were now. They might have left, or they might be searching for him. Neither situation sounded pleasant. 

Just as he was wondering whether he should go home or back to school, Ladybug’s yo-yo strung out across the air, and she sailed forward a second later, her earrings beeping the whole way.

Le Paon’s eyes widened, even more so when he saw Chat Noir using his staff to volt off in the completely opposite direction. This was it. This was his chance. He could finally figure out who Ladybug was.

Le Paon was on his feet and running in moments, his thoughts of what just happened during the battle lost in the back of his mind. If he could figure out Ladybug’s identity, he could take her miraculous and convince Adrien to give up his. The battles and endless fights would be over, their mother would be alive again, and, most importantly, Marinette would be safe. 

It only took a good minute for Ladybug to land in another alleyway, as she was clearly out of time. Le Paon slid up behind a chimney from the rooftop across the street, holding his breath. Any sudden movements and this whole plan would fall apart. He couldn’t let that happen, not when he was so close. 

“Tikki, spots off.” The magic words tumbled from her lips, and Le Paon peeked a bit further around the chimney. His nerves were buzzing with anticipation as the shimmering magic melted off of her body. He’d never thought much about Ladybug’s identity, but now he couldn’t help wondering who it might be. This girl had been spoiling his Father’s plans for months, after all. She must be special somehow. 

The flash of light faded.

Le Paon’s heart stopped.

Though her pigtails had remained, the light replaced Ladybug’s spotted suit with an outfit of pink capris and a white t-shirt under a black, half-sleeved jacket. An outfit that Felix would recognize anywhere.

Oh no.

All hopes of him seeing things was dashed away when a red kwami zipped around the ravenette, chirping, “That was a close one, Marinette!”

Marinette- why Marinette?-chuckled, giving a small nod of agreement. “That it was, but I made it just in time.”

Le Paon hid behind the chimney again as she turned to jog out of the alley. Of all the people in all of Paris in all of the world- it just had to be Marinette. Then again, who else could it be? The cleverness, the strength, the agility- of course it was her. Felix honestly couldn’t imagine anyone else being Ladybug, and that made him sick to his stomach.

They were on opposing sides. Not only was he fighting his little brother, he was also fighting the woman he’d fallen in love with. Gosh, what kind of sick joke was this?

Le Paon sank to the ground, thumping his head against the chimney bricks. Marinette’s pleas to talk with Ladybug made sense now. She wanted him to talk to her as Ladybug, but she couldn’t say that outright without giving her identity away. What would she have said as Ladybug that she couldn’t as Marinette? Their positions were the same either way. Felix needed the miraculous. She wasn’t giving them to him. That was it.

Le Paon blew out a sigh, rubbing his hands over his face. Maybe.. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. If Ladybug was Marinette, he could get the miraculous easily, right? All he had to do was visit her again and take them. It’s certainly something she wouldn’t expect.. He would have the earrings. Then he could talk to Adrien and get the ring. Father would make the wish, Mother would be returned to them, and Felix could give the miraculous back to Marinette in one piece. No harm done..

Except Marinette would be betrayed.

Le Paon finally stood. Doing this might make her hate him forever, but it was necessary. Even if Felix decided to give up and surrender, he couldn’t say that his father would share the sentiment. Then what? Hawkmoth gets a new partner, and Marinette is still in danger, probably more than before? He couldn’t stand that, yet he couldn’t fight her himself anymore either! Getting the miraculous was the only option. It would hurt her, yes, but it was in everyone’s best interest. She would have to find it in herself to forgive him, and if she didn’t.. well.. 

Le Paon started the run home. 

If she didn’t forgive him, at least she’d be hating him in the safety of her home, without the heroic duties that he and Hawkmoth currently gave her.

~~~~~~

Marinette closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, silencing her thoughts. She needed to focus on healing, on life, on every breath she took that represented both.

“Your connection to your kwami is sacred and rare.” Master Fu explained, sitting across from her. “Many wear the miraculous, but few are completely compatible with them. When one is compatible, though, they are able to unlock unique abilities, with practice.”

“In this case, you are connected to the miraculous of creation. That means you have extended abilities towards life itself. If your powers are nursed properly, you will be able to heal others by restoring life to them, or, in other words, recreating their life force.”

“So.. I can bring people back from the dead?” Marinette asked curiously.

“No.” Fu answered. “Bringing people back from the dead doesn’t work, because there is no original life force to restore or recreate. If you did manage to bring someone back, they wouldn’t be the same.”

Marinette cracked open an eye, worry flickering across her face. “Then what happens to the people that don’t make it during akuma attacks?”

Fu gave a small smile. “Tikki’s powers can bring others back to life, or rather, recreate them properly, under the proper circumstances, such as akuma attacks. Right now, we are talking about your powers.”

“Right, right. Sorry.” Marinette said, closing her eyes again.

Master Fu continued. “Now, to access this bond, you need to concentrate on the connection with your kwami, along with magic that has now been infused with your soul. You need to feel it glowing from within and transfer it to the object you are hoping to recover. Clear your mind of everything but Tikki and try to heal this plant.”

Marinette nodded and inhaled. Healing.. What did that mean? Restoring the health of a living being, she supposed. Fixing things that are broken. But it also meant washing away all of the bad that rotted the thing in the first place. 

Marinette touched a hand to the drooping plant in front of her, focusing on the magic within her, feeling it wash away the corruption in the stems and leaves. 

She didn’t have to open her eyes to know that a soft, pink glow was spreading over the plant, but she opened them anyway to watch the wilting leaves slowly rise and regain their bright green color. 

“I’m doing it!” She exclaimed. “Look, it’s being healed!”

Unfortunately, the excitement at her success caused her to lose her concentration, and the pink glow faded, which in turn left the plant drooping again. 

“Don’t worry.” Master Fu told her as her shoulders dropped with disappointment. “This was an excellent first try. I have no doubt that you’ll get the hang of it with more practice.”

Marinette bit her lip, staring down at the lifeless leaves.

“.. What if.. What if I can’t heal her.” She asked, her fingers tangling together nervously. A human being had to be immensely complicated compared to a small plant. How could she revive Emilie if she could hardly hold up a fern for more than three seconds?

Master Fu put a comforting hand on hers. “You can do it, but even if you can’t, I’m sure Felix will understand.”

Will he though? Marinette couldn’t help thinking. She’s always known Felix as a sensible person, but would he give up his mother for a random person he might not even know? Further more, will he betray Hawkmoth to surrender?

“Let’s try again.” Master Fu spoke up, taking her from her thoughts.

Marinette nodded her head and closed her eyes to clear her mind. No Felix. No Hawkmoth. Only life and healing.

She held out her hand to restart the magical process.

~~~~~~

The familiar clang of metal resonated across the secret garden with each step Felix took. He’d come down here a scarce few times since he accepted the peacock miraculous to help his Father. Most of the time it was to grieve, or to restore his determination to get the miraculous. Today, it was for courage.

Marinette was Ladybug. Adrien was Chat Noir. The two people he held most dear were against him and Father. Now he had to choose what meant more to him: Their opinion or Mother’s health.

Felix touched a hand to the glass of his Mother’s coffin. It was cold against his skin, the same way he imagined her to be during her current, sleeping state.

“Duusu, can you heal her like you did me?” He asked.

The kwami shook her head. “I’m sorry, but the peacock miraculous doesn’t work like that.”

Felix sighed. “So, I do need the wish to heal her.” 

Why was he hesitating? Wasn’t this the thing he’s been working towards for months now? Adrien had the ring, and Marinette had the earrings. They were both so close that Felix would barely need to do anything to get them. The wish was at his fingertips, right there in front of him. All he had to do was act.

Felix took his hand off the glass. “Duusu, spread my feathers.”

It will be the coward’s way out to hide under his mask while taking her miraculous, but at least the betrayal will be quick.

~~~~~~

The greenish brown leaves of Master Fu’s plant swayed mockingly as Marinette set the pot on her table. She’d managed to heal it somewhat during her training session, but it was still susceptible to illness. So Master Fu sent her home with the plant and advised that she practice during her free time. 

“You did a great job today!” Tikki praised beside her.

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Tikki. I’m gonna get this healing magic down if it’s the last thing I do.” 

She pulled up her rolling chair and took a seat in front of the plant. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she drew in a deep breath, the same way Master Fu taught her. 

Clear your mind. She reminded herself. Focus on the bond with your kwami.

Marinette reached out to touch her plant again when-

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A knocking sound came from the trapdoor above.

Marinette’s heart skipped a beat, recognizing the knock instantly. 

“Felix.” She whispered to herself. “Coming!” 

Marinette stood from her chair and swiftly hid the plant under her desk. He probably wouldn’t think anything of a half-dead plant being in her room, but it felt natural to hide something related to Ladybug.

She climbed the ladder and opened the trapdoor, and Le Paon dropped down into her room. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He said in greeting.

Marinette smiled. “No, not really. I was just.. Uh.. sketching.”

Le Paon offered a small smile. “Oh? It wasn’t a picture of me again was it?”

Marinette pursed her lips, a soft blush swirling across her cheeks. “Well, no.. not this time.”

Le Paon’s smile widened slightly, and Marinette felt her heart rate pick up. The last time they were in her room along like this, they kissed. Would he kiss her again? Was it okay to admit that, despite the stress of him working for Hawkmoth, she really wanted him to?

“So.. what brings you here?” She inquired, horribly hoping he would simply say her name, that he would admit to missing her too.

Le Paon’s smile faltered. Not exactly the response she was looking for.

“I..” His gaze flicked to the left of her a moment, and his expression twisted with confliction. “Uhm..”

Marinette’s eyebrow knitted together. “Le Paon? Is everything okay?”

Le Paon met her eyes again, swallowing thickly. “Of course. I just.. I wanted to see you. You know, after last night.”

Marinette frowned. She might be wrong, but people don’t normally look conflicted when talking about a kiss.. unless..

Marinette’s stomach twisted. 

“Do regret it?” She hated to ask the question- What if he did regret it? Where would they go from there? -but she also needed to know. The last thing Marinette wanted to do was pressure Felix into spending time with her on a romantic basis. 

Le Paon’s eyes widened. “What? No, not all! I mean, I regret not asking permission first, but..” 

Relief flooded Marinette’s chest, though his answer still didn’t explain why he looked so conflicted a second ago. “But?”

Something flickered across his expression, but she didn’t have time to decipher it as he took a step forward. “But I could never regret kissing you. In fact, I..” his hand came up to cup her cheek again. “I was hoping to do it again.”

Marinette held back a smile as butterflies fluttered through her. “Is that your way of asking for permission?”

“Should I be on my knees begging instead?” He replied teasingly.

A giggle bubbled up her throat. “Maybe.”

Her leaned forward, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, and the rush of euphoria that came with the contact left her absolutely giddy. She should probably be practicing with her magic right now, or convincing Le Paon to go talk to her alter ego, but all she could think about was the touch of his lips on hers and the gentle strokes of his thumbs on her cheeks.

“I love you.” Le Paon mumbled against her lips, sending Marinette through the roof. He loved her! Albeit, he confessed to it as Le Paon, but still-

“And I’m sorry.”

Wait, what?

Marinette opened her eyes, only to wince when Le Paon quickly yanked out her earrings. As soon as he had them, he jumped back and started climbing up the ladder.

“Wait!” She yelled, pure, icy fear shooting through her veins. How did he know? When did he know? 

Le Paon threw himself out the trap door and slammed it shut. Marinette shot up the ladder after him and swung the trapdoor open again, but he was already two rooftops away. Without her miraculous, she had no way of going after him.

Marinette started hyperventilating. How was she going to explain this to Master Fu? Did Felix already have the ring? What if he made the wish? What if Hawkmoth decided to make a different wish? With both miraculous, they could do who knows what!

“Felix!” She shouted desperately. He didn’t hear her. If he did, he didn’t turn around.

She could only watch as he disappeared into the night.

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#Felix Agreste #Le Paon AU #Felinette #Marinette

[maniacalmole]

Thank you @evilphrog for tagging me!

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better.

Three ships: Aziraphale and Crowley no surprise there, destiel has consumed my brain lately and it’s all that’s gotten me through some very boring moments in my job, and Newt/Hermann even though I’ve pretty much only read lvslie’s fics of them but they’re SO GOOD

Last song: “Please Take Me Home” by Jim and the Povolos, which sounds really sad since I JUST moved out on my own for the first time, but I was listening to the whole Make Party album which has a lot of fun songs, too :)

Last movie: Lady and the Tramp 2: Scamp’s Adventure XD It’s Disney sequel quality, but my gosh, if you grew up loving it, rewatching it is so fun

Currently reading: Rule of Wolves (one of those Shadow and Bone sequel books, I always have to look up the name but I’m loving it), and The Lost Heir from Wings of Fire, which, if you didn’t know, is just like the Warriors series but with dragons :D

Currently watching: Schitt’s Creek and Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung for the first time, and I’m rewatching Merlin and Doctor Who (on 12)

Currently consuming: I’m about to eat some mini m&ms :D

Currently craving: hoooome but also friends whom I actually do get to see this weekend :D

Tagging @sous-le-saule @lunasong365 @awesomecopper @surprisemoose @ethereal-menace @curiouslissa @sonnetnumber23 @notjusthespongenextdoor @ladylier Some of you I’ve known a long time but it’s always good to catch up :)

[justsomeoneunordinary]

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You love coffee, ergo I love you, ergo intimidation is low. You're pretty blunt and I love that, but I can imagine that this is intimidating for others? 😂

And adding 2, so it's 3, because you love Natasha and that speaks of a fine mind and I remember you telling me of beating someone with a handbag, very romanoff of you.

Also you're so sweet and its so fun to bicker with you or read your interactions with others, like they're often highlights in my day 🥰

10/10 would let you step on me though. Extra coffee for you if you manage to get the weird tensity out of my back:P

sesil 🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

please know, it took me so long to answer, cause i didn't know what to say to all that. (but also cause i totally fell asleep again after i told you i'd answer later lol) god, i should type this on desktop cause WORDS, but i need the emojis to express myself, so mobile torture it is.

coffee is life and anyone who disagrees is literally wrong. i type that while drinking coffee lol. also "pretty blunt" is probably the understatement of the century. i am extremely blunt. it's a problem. though i can't tell if it's bc people get mad/annoyed at me or bc i have to keep it to myself at work which causes my organs almost to explode. 😆

also, also!!! i didn't punch the guy with my handbag!!! he tried to steal my handbag so i punched him in the face. with my fist. that's not the same, please get your facts straight. 😌💖 (i'm telling you, it was poetic! movie worthy!! he was right at the the bus doors when they opened and my punch had just enough force to push him out of the bus. god, it's been years and i'm still so proud of that chchadhfjsfj)

but god, sesil, you!!! chcjskdjfkafjaldfjakfjaksfjgkglakf I LOVE YOU OKAY!!! you're so sweet, how dare. this message transformed me in a puddle of goo and i don't like that. how dare you make me soft.

i remember when you followed me out of a sudden and i just sat there like??? why did this frostiron artist follow me?? you have to know, i had no clue that you're a big name. man, i didn't even know that you also write!! (how dare you be so talented and skilled?? art and fics???? *le gasp*) frostiron is just a ship i look into every now and then for some pretty art and maybe a fic or two if i'm feeling it. so i did reblog your art whenever it appeared on my dash, but never felt the need to follow. i had no idea abt big names or anything, i only know the big names in the winteriron fandom. 😆

and then you followed and i was so confused and thought "oh well, she probably gonna unfollow soon" (lmaooo). (though, you honestly have to tell me what prompted you to come to my blog, i wanna know!!!) and then!!! you were so sweet and sent me asks and talked to me and vhcjdjfjsjfjfksfksgjdkc and i fell in love with you. 🥺💕💕💕

and when i finally did get the memo that you're a big name and i should probably feel intimidated, it was already too late. too much shitposting had happened since then lol. (skat kink anon will forever live rent-free in my head cbcnzfjadjgkvka)

and anyway!!! the fact that you made me love you in first place even tho you are german, which is totally a crime and i am betraying my people by being friends with you (if switzerland ever finds out, i will lose all my swiss privilege), and even dared to ask me if swiss chocolate is actually good - that despite that i still would totally 100% kill for you, says a lot.

gosh, you're just such a wonderful human being. you are nice and funny and beautifully honest and so very intelligent as well as mature (i forget so often how young you technically are. god i was so dumb when i was your age but you!!! you are incredible!), you're an amazing artist and just as an amazing writer, and i love you to pieces. 🥺💕💕💓💓💞💞💘💘💗💗🥰🥰

intimidation level 0 but only cause i love you and know you and know i don't have to be intimidated at all. 10/10 i would absolutely step on you if you asked me to. (but i fear you might not have a back afterwards anymore :/)

thank you for your nice words, love!! 💙💙

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On a scale of 1 to 10, how intimidating am I?

#also!! NAT!!!!! #chcjscjakcvkavjdkagjgksfkack #absolutely beyond me how people cannot love her??? #you're definitely a woman of culture as well 😌💖 #rabentochter #may answers

[mona-liar]

Top 5 favorite characters of all time

Oof truly the most difficult one from the very beginning, huh? Okay, I’ll do my best but I will reserve the right to change these at any given moment bc I’m sure I’ve forgotten some (in no particular order)

Jean-Baptise Grenouille (Das Parfum) & Montparnasse (Les Misérables) I’m gonna count these as one bc I wrote an 80k fic which was supposed to be about how they’re actually the same or at least very similar. Both evil bastards with a great sense of flair. Simply iconic. Do not get enough attention.

Dean Winchester (Not including a Supernatural character? In this economy? Unrealistic. Blocked. I need to get my gender envy from somewhere. Also JAckles deserves it bc he truly put the work in to make this boy memorable)

Hannibal Lecter. The Puns? The Suits? The devotion? The Taste. Again, iconic. I have good taste therefore I have to love him.

Goo Don-Mae from Mr. Sunshine. Everything about this man is iconic and sexy. The threats? His loyalty to both Ae-Shin and Yang-Hwa? The style? The composed wrath? Literally what’s not to love about this man.

Dracule Mihawk from One Piece. Does he only appear in ~10 chapters out of a 1000 chapter piece of work? Yes. Is he extra af and has far too much potential I can project onto? Also yes. Literally the most iconic bitch out there and my obsession with him is what truly shows that I will always fall for tertiary characters first before even looking at anyone else. (Also Nico Robin from One Piece bc absolute legend but there’s unfortunately too much content about her in the actual canon material so she’ll stay at place 6)

#Thank you Vi <3<3<3 #villainsmatter #do I think you even know half of these characters? #No but you asked and I shall answer <3 #ask

[whifferdills]

HERE WE GO, THE LONG WAY AROUND: DW Xmas special 2017 les go

we saw the Hartnell-->Bradley effect as a teaser p early on, but, janky as it is, it really does work. and it's a giant This Ish Gonna Get Meta signpost, which i enjoy

River's Booze Cube in the TARDIS coming back i'm

right that's a straight line from "Deep Breath" to here. 'you're gonna want a drink, dude'

One, here, aside from what we're gonna go over in a later bulletpoint, feels like - more EU inspired, than anything? they feel like Shitty Nervous Baby Asshole Theta, faced with finally having to commit to stepping out into the world. i've never been super into One Doctor Era in terms of like. being really into it, and i do have a variety of EU-based Shitty Nervous Baby Asshole Theta headcanons, so i like this. ymmv

fuck do i love two or more Drs in a room being jerks to/ begrudgingly admiring each other. this shitbird

the guitar being the only dusted thing. gross college-student 'sniffing to see if the hoodie passes the smell test' 12 headcanon confirmed

THE FLOOF MULLET

sorrynotsorry PCap continutes to be weirdly hot throughout this episode

'shitty baby Thete made the first sonic at the academy' headcanon UNCONFIRMED. unless One's jus playing it cool, like, that dumb thing? hah hah never heard of it

god i do not understand this plot at all but it's Moff in full fuck-off mode so. les go

i love League of Gentlemen but have never really enjoyed, like actively liked, Mark Gatiss' contributions to DW. but i like him here a lot. it's a heartfelt, understated performance and kinda anchors the melodrama of the Dr(s). if he coulda poured that out previous a lot of episodes of New Who would be better

"what do you mean, world war one" fuck what a line

right i get why people might be pissed off at One Dr being obviously a dated piece of shit here, but questions of canon aside: DW has been total fuckin shit, like a lot, it's fucked up bad and frequently (and recently) and i'm entirely ok treating this as a meta critique

fuck this building is the same one from Missy's "imagine the Dr" speech. what does she know

i know Moff loves his doubles/copies/etc but did he need put that on Bill cmon that is hinky af

tho seriously i love these two nerds and i need more 12 & Bill in my life

"long story short: i totally pulled" i'm

wouldnt all these Bill n 12 scenes been better if Moff hadn't needed to do the whole pLoT tWiSt ThEy'Re A cOpY thing. i do love Moff. but. why. why this, here now

Gold went fairly old-school Spooky Synths before returning to his Classic Themes later and like. i'm more of a fan of his work now, than i have been before, but i'm okay with him being replaced with someone more inclined to do something other than what we've been hearing since Eccleston.

the fuckin sunglasses. this dweeb

like i do honestly love moff's sort of, short form spec fic, bizarro, 'hold your hat it's about to get wild' style. outside of mainstream SF i do prefer stories that don't explain, that don't world build, that just throw some bullshit at you and expect you to understand the emotional resonance. and i do love this story as a character piece, as a sort of...ambient? intentionally-confusing thing. but i also think it bit off more than it could chew, and it fucked w/ tropes in a way that kind of highlighted why you can't just apply any trope to any character, specifically any minority character, and have it come off how you want

like this episode reminded me what i'll miss abt Moff and what i...won't

Pearl tho fuck i have missed her. and Bill. Big Finish, please, please do me a solid. Bill Potts, tell me what to do

"will you put that buzzing toy away" THIS doof

'the Doctor of War'/'to be fair, they've cut out all the jokes'. i'm. One's face, and how it gets subverted later on

the whole window-size thing

NEW VORTEX SO FRESH N SO CLEAN

fuck tho 12's increasing levels of anger and shame at what they'd been before leads up SO well into the eventual Whittaker

facehuggers what

seriously what the fuck is this plot like i get the plot isn't the point but i do not understand what's happening with Testimony thing like

im drunk so uhhh

~fear makes Drs of us all~

this story would have worked so much better minus the Twist abt the shapeshifting whatevers. Bill's already a space goo, why. why add more things, when the dynamic between 12 n Bill is already so complex

the dr's weaponized self-destruction has always been such a Thing but how offhand 12 is about it, like. fuck dudes. #relatable

RUSTY. all the birds come home to roost

i'll probably come back to this later but DANG the camera and editing and coloring in this are N I C E

"Dunno why Good wins over Evil so i did a Le Both Sides survey" One u r fuckin lyyyyyiiiiiiing don't let Space Reddit lead you astray

oh god this is "Hell Bent" this is Clara on Trap Street this is

"The real world is not a fairy tale" was THE moment i knew Clara was gonna make an appearance

"I don't really know what to do when this isn't an evil plan" both lmao and. i love what this episode is trying to be. not an evil plan, just. circumstance. life. shit happens.

my kink is Dr Who taking responsibility for their shitty short sighted actions

FUCK HE WAS A LETHBRIDGE-STEWART YOUSE WERE RIGHT

please feel free to shake up your headcanons accordingly

the christmas armistice, ok, i teared up. iirc PCap did a spoken word performance of a letter about that, i wonder if there's any direct connection there

"the rug was crap anyway" THIS IDIOT BOY

and dang will i eternally love PCap's physical, specific performance of this role. the absolute exhaustion mixed with fuck-it whimsy and a weird, uncomfortable intimacy, it fffffucks me up

12 pulling their collar up like. this small vulnerable dying boy. my whole heart

Bill repaying the Dr for the photos of her mother - and how, 'zactly, did she come across enough of a Clara to do this like i'm not saying Bill/Clara is canon but

OKAY THEY'VE GOT THEIR MEMORY BACK OF CLARA DELIVERED VIA A KISS OK OK OK

OK THIS IS OK IM OK EVERYTHING IS FINE

Twelvedole is also canon. Whom - the fuck - glass nipples?

please let this boy take a nap

oh it's. the TARDIS is 13's ~First face~. they're not doing this alone, they're doing it with their one true love. 'time to leave the battlefield' yeah

this silly old universe. basic stuff first:

ok yeah that "Heaven Sent" theme is good

mmmmlove the decision to have a lot of the regeneration be JWhit, interspersed with PCap's trademark eyebrows. it pings...something, in my brain, that struggles with gender

the ring no

tiny wee JWhit in 12's outfit so...joyous and fucked up, like they always are. looooove it

they're not gone, they're just someone else now. the cycle begins anew. aw, brilliant

this is such a small, sweet, sad story, which imo is why the basic Moff Bizarro doesn't fit. plot aside, i quite like this one. the fear of death faced and overcome; yourself and your ethos being more important than the shape you take; the importance of kindness, and the possibility - if you try very hard - of a fairy tale. good shit.

laugh hard, run fast, be kind. Doctor, i let you go

#dw spoilers #incoherent yelling

[bleusarcellewrites]

ah hola si, ESCRIBES HERMOSO ME ENCANTA, TE HARÍA UNA RELIGIÓN SI PUDIERA ASDHASD Ahora ¿Podrías hacer algo de Lance enseñándole español a Keith y Keith no sabe de qué carajitos le están hablando pero el sigue? O QUE A LANCE DE REPENTE SE LE OLVIDE ALGUNA PALABRA EN INGLÉS Y Y Y si eso asjasd eres una bendición para este mundo

OKAY OKAY OKAY.

Perdóname la vida, en verdad, porque ve, checa: la semana ante pasado tuve CENEVAL que fue una mamada pero tenia que estudiar en chinga, y luego esta semana pasada tuve mi presentación de tesis, la pre-final, y tenia que pues prepararme y APARTE no tenia motivación para escribir porque sentía que todo lo que escribía era bleeeh pero!!! hoy por fin dije….gueno, y lo intente.

El pedo es que se me olvido cual era el request y uh………termine haciendo algo diferente a lo que querías, masomenos? Espero que aun asi lo disfrutes!!!!

Now, basically? The entire plot is that the team was hit with something that made them all swtich back to their native language and ba da bim ba da bum! 

Hope you guys like it and yeh! On to the fic whtever. 

ALSO PLS EXCUSE THE GRAMMAR AND TYPOS AND BLABLABLA.

Lance hates space.

Okay, alright, ‘hate’ is a strong word. Space is not that bad once you find the laundry chambers and the switch on the food goo machine to change flavors.

But still, as in right now? Yeah, Lance heavily dislikes space.

Lance sighs as he leans back on the couch of the longue, eyes fixed on Shiro and Allura as they try to communicate even though Shiro is spilling out only japanese words and Lance is not sure if Allura is speaking actual words in Altean or if she’s just grunting out sounds.

Getting hit by a laser ray that the only thing it did to them was to put a language barrier between them is honestly the lowest dangerous thing it has happened to them, to be honest, but Lance is sure as hell still going to complain.

“Cuánto tiempo hasta que se callen?” Lance asks out loud, not bothering to keep his voice down because it’s not like anyone other than Hunk can understand him anyways.

Lance is almost jealous, because while his friend’s roots are from Hawaii, the first language he learnt was english, quickly followed by his second mother’s native one that was Polynesian. Kudos to Hunk, who can actually still communicate with the entire team, somewhat, until Pidge finds a way to reverse this.

Hunk hums besides him, eyes never leaving his tablet. “Uh, I dunno? I lost track of the time a while ago and they’re still going; if you want them to shut up you might as well throw a pillow at them.”

Lance is tempted, alright, but he also doesn’t have a death wish, so he limits himself to groan loud and obnoxiously.

Someone shouts something at him then, on his left side and Lance has been around the language war that has been going on for the last few hours to know it’s neither altean or japanese. Lance blinks, turns his head and then purses his lips when he catches Keith’s annoyed glare focused on him.

“Que dijiste?” Lance asks, mouth twitching already because the words only makes Keith to glare harder.

Keith repeats himself; words that makes no sense to Lance being short, sharp and clearly irritated.

Lance thinks he’s saying ‘shut up’, and the only clue that Lance has of this is because that’s Keith’s pout whenever he says that to Lance on a normal day.

Doesn’t mean he gotta listen to Keith though.

“Ay, perdón pero no te entiendo, corazón,” Lance says casually, throwing a teasing smile towards the angry Korean teen and ignoring the way Hunk chokes behind him, “Pero da igual, sigues estando guapo.”

“Oh my god, Lance.” Hunk laughs, hiding his face with his hands as he shakes with laughter, “Are you seriously flirt -”

Lance elbows Hunk before he can even finish his sentence. Just because they can’t understand each other’s languages, they all understand english still. There’s no way Lance is letting Keith know that he’s actually flirting with him.

“Hunk!” Lance shushes, rolling his eyes when his friend only raises both of his hands in fake innocence, knowing full well the other teen was not sorry in the least.

“Okay, Okay, I’m leaving to look for Pidge and see how is she doing.” Hunk stands up, still shaking his head in amusement before he leaves the longue, “Let me know how this ends!”

Keith’s scowls turns into a confused expression, eyes following Hunk’s back until he disappears behind the door and then looking back at Lance, arching an eyebrow. Lance pushes down the urge to coo at that because because damn it, Keith looks adorable.

Not the time to gush about your crush, Lance –

The thought makes him pause. Lance stares right back at Keith, eyebrows furrow together in deep thought and he sees the way Keith shifts under his gaze, curiosity and what could almost be concern lingering in his eyes.

“Lance?” Keith says, his heavy native accent clear on his voice and it makes Lance to snap back to reality, a smile grin starting to spread over his face.

Well, well, well, if Lance can’t flirt with his crush in english because hello? rejection, no thank you, he might as well do it while he can now.

“Si el agua fuese belleza, tú serias el océano entero,” Lance says, throwing his arms wide above him to emphasize his pick up line but it only makes Keith to tilt his head to the side in curiosity, blinking in confusion.

“Lance.” Keith huffs, lips turning into a pout that only encourages Lance to continue.

“Ojalá fueras bombero para apagar el fuego de mi deseo,” Lance continues, heart beating wild inside him but pushing himself forward because this is his only chance, his only chance to let all of this feelings go and maybe then he could move on.

It was worth a try.

It goes on for a while; Lance throwing every single pick up line he could think of and his heart skips a beat when Keith’s responses are now only small puffs of breaths that could easily pass for a laugh and a small shy smile decorating his face.

God, the things this boy makes him feel.

Shiro and Allura’s voices are quieter now, Coran now standing between them as a mediator, but Lance pays them no mind. He focuses on the way Keith relaxes against the couch, palm pressed against his cheek as he stares at Lance and nods at him to continue.

Does he likes the way Lance’s voice sounds like? Does he actually enjoys his company? What happened to annoyed Keith? What –?

Keith speaks up then, Korean words falling from his lips smoothly and naturally and he frowns when Lance stays quiet.

“Lance?” Keith asks, leaning forward and Lance swallow, throat suddenly dry.

Lance just stares down at Keith, unblinking as he drowns in their color and it’s in that moment when Lance realizes that he’s a fool and he might never actually escape from these feelings.

He’s not even sure if he wants to.

“Ojalá la mitad de las estrellas brillaran tanto como tus ojos,” Lance says quietly, eyes leaving Keith’s for a split of a second to look down at his lips before looking back up but he still hears Keith’s soft gasp, he sees the way Keith’s eyes fall down to his own lips and Lance might actually die in space.

Lance loves space all of the sudden.

“Ay, Dios, por favor, besame,” he whispers lowly and doesn’t notice the way Keith’s breath hitches, heart on his throat as he repeats his desire, “Just one kiss, please.”

He freezes, mouth snapping close when he hears his own words, back in english and he looks away from Keith, eyes meeting the rest of the team’s eyes as they stare at them with big wide eyes and Lance suddenly realizes that the room turned silent all of the sudden.

Lance blinks, eyes falling to the small device on Pidge’s hand.

“Um, I fixed it.” Pidge laughs weakly, shaking the small machine in her hands and Lance allows himself two seconds to process that she is no longer speaking italian but actual english.

Lance hates space.

“Uh….” Lance says, not daring to look back at Keith as he swallows the lump on his throat, “Is there any possible outtake that we can pretend the last few minutes never happened?”

The team whistles, slowly making their escapade as subtly as they can, whish is no subtle at all, and Lance barely has time to glare at them before someone pulls him back to the couch by the hood and two hands are cupping his cheeks.

“There’s none,” Keith says before he leans down and kisses Lance; slow, almost shyly, and the smile creeping up on Lance is almost too big that it might break the kiss but neither of them mind because there’s a first, and then a second and then a third kiss until Lance’s lying on the couch with Keith’s pressure above him and there’s no longer any kind of barriers.

Yeah, okay, so back to square one: ‘hate’ is a strong word because Lance loves space.

#bleu writes #Bleu request #klance #klance fic #lance mcclain #keith kogane #lance speaks spanish #i kept it simple enough tbh #vld lance #vld keith #I HAD TO LOOK UP FOR PICK UP LINES IN MY OWN LANGUGE WTF #HONESTLY #I SUC AT FLIRTING #soft klance

[hannibalcreative]

Hannibal Creative’s #EatTheRare Fic Roundup

A thousand thanks to @breannadolly for the wonderful banner! 

Special Dreams by Edge_sama

Summary: Set after the kiss scene from Fromage (S1E8). Both Will and Alana felt their decision to have a professional relationship was a good one, but they couldn't help but think in each other after that kiss.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Will Graham, Alana Bloom

Willana

Waste a Moment by 11Mydesign11 and Destinyawakened

Summary: Nigel wakes in the United States in a hospital bed. The FBI want answers for a few things, but Nigel's more interested in the guy down the hall with a smile carved into his belly.

Explicit

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Alana Bloom, Nigel

Will Graham/Nigel

Hunting Scene by Cinnamaldeide

Summary: Their light steps betrayed the solitary nature of their selective pack, which likewise included no more than two individuals; much like a lone predator instructing its progeny.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Garrett Jacob Hobbs

Gen ( no pairings)

Where Is It? by TigerPrawn and victorine

Summary: Hugh takes revenge when he sees Mads is sharing clothes with other co-stars. Well, if Mads is going to wear Ben's jacket instead of his cute leather one, Hugh will just keep the damn thing!! Part of the Mad Bear & Little Pup Madancy AU Series - Neither Mads or Hugh are married but have been in a secret casual relationship since King Arthur. As both their careers were taking off they didn't want it all foreshadowed by a relationship and the celeb gossip that goes with it. Both remain single and they see each other when they can on and off over the years. Feels and hilarity ensue.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hugh Dancy, Mads Mikkelsen

Madancy

More Interesting Than the Average Conference by hchannibloom (bleepin_ufo)

Summary: Bedelia Du Maurier attends a conference and chances upon a bright, delicious young Alana Bloom

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Alana Bloom, Bedelia du Maurier

Bloomdelia (Alana Bloom/Bedelia Du Maurier)

A Necessary Lie by starkaryen, FlyingRotten

Summary: Adam Towers is investigating what could be the article of the year if the rumors about Evelio Thanatos' experiments happen to be true. What he didn't expect, though, was to find a distraction in the Thanatos house, but that's exactly what he finds in Elias... Or, at least, that's what he thinks.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Adam Towers, Elias

Basic Chickens

A Flexible Arrangement by Hannibalsimagopurplesocrates

Summary: Allan is trying to rebuild his life on his return from the Hague and has been told he needs to take yoga classes as part of his anger management. Begrudgingly he agrees but soon is distracted by a man wearing pink shorts who seems even more broken that he is. Allan needs to know more about this ellusive man but can't seem to catch him to talk to him. That is until they crash into each other and have no choice but to get to know each other.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Lucas, Allan Fischer

Allan Fischer x Lucas

And So the Flamingo Fell in Love With the Wolf by CarpeDiemForLife

Summary: When Chilton shows up on Will's doorstep, bloodied and desperate, Will has every intention of turning him over to the FBI. But then he hears something that changes his mind. Canon divergence 2x07. My take on what could have happened if Will had chosen to harbor Chilton rather than call Jack.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Will Graham, Frederick Chilton

Chilly Willy

Once upon a dream by 11Mydesign11 and You_Are_As_Alone_As_I_Am

Summary: A young pop star - Prince Charmont - is being stalked by a dangerous, threatening fan, and is compelled to hire a personal bodyguard, a well respected man named Draco. As they get to know each other, sparks fly, and the hunt is on for Char's stalker.

Explicit

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Charmont, Draco

Clash Enchanted

One Night in Miami by vix_spes

Summary: Being back in Miami was hardly how Luke had envisaged it but a mysterious man in black might just turn things around.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Le Chiffre, Luke Brandon

Le Chiffre x Luke Brandon

A certain liquidity of the eye by levi163

Summary: War is not the place for love, and yet, a gaze held a moment too long changes everything.

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Ellis Ashmead-Bartlett, Citron/Jørgen Haagen Schmith

Lonely Soldiers

Lead Me Home by Firuflies and starkaryen

Summary: After the difficulties both Lucas and Joe had to overcome in their past, they decide it's time for a new beginning. It turns out, they end up teaching in the same school in Copenhagen.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Lucas, Joe Connor

Luconnor

The Overthrown Prince by AlexandraCole

Summary: Amidst the civil war in Kyrria, Prince Char is captured and taken prisoner in a foreign land. He knows he will have to escape if he is ever to return to Frell and reclaim his throne, but his only hope is a child and a mute, one-eyed man Char isn’t sure he can trust.

Explicit

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Charmont, One Eye

Valhalla Enchanted (Charmont/One Eye)

Time and Death by FrostyLee

Summary: More talks of death and time, maybe something in between.

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Lee Fallon

Lee Fallon/Hannibal Lecter

The Fair Lady's Game by shiphitsthefan

Summary: Dr Hannibal Lecter has enjoyed a casual long-distance relationship with Bedelia Du Maurier for years. As an opera diva and popular starlet, Bedelia’s rendezvous with him are typically short, whirlwind affairs. Hannibal fell in love with Bedelia the first day they met, but respects her wish to remain an independent woman, though it pains him to do so. Only Hannibal’s friend and adventuring companion, consulting detective William Graham, can solve the case for romance. His methods for doing so, however, remain as unusual as ever.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Abigail Hobbs, Bedelia du Maurier, Jack Crawford, Chiyoh

Bedannibal

Infamous by Ruby BakeNeko

Summary: Nigel is at a bar, looking for someone to pick up. He meets Will, a man who is both antagonistic and irresistible. Unbeknownst to Nigel, he looks a lot like someone Will knows.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Will Graham, Nigel

DogsDogs (Will x Nigel)

Putting the Pieces Back Together by vix-spex

Summary: A year ago, Lucas built a new life for himself away from Denmark. The start of the new school year brings him something that he hadn't realised he wanted.

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Lucas, Joe Connor

Luconnor

Of magic and love by FhimeChan

Summary: A normal wednesday afternoon in the life of Char and Draco. Since they live in an enchanted kingdom, how can a day pass without a magical emergency?

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Charmont, Draco

Clash Enchanted

A fleeting taste of freedom by hchannibloom (bleepin_ufo)

Summary: In a post-apocalyptic world, Hannibal and Alana are left alone. They decide to take a few precious moments of freedom.

Explicit

Major Character Death

Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom

Hannibloom

Death and Time by FrostyLee

Summary: Talks of teacups and time were over, now there needs to be talks of death and time.

Teen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Lee Fallon, Tobias Budge, Cathy Jamison

Hannibal Lecter/Lee Fallon

Thunder Follows Lightning by QueenofLit

Summary: Gideon is speaking words his soul knows. Instead of moving to speak of Alana Bloom, however, he mentions Garret Jacob Hobbs. Will's life shatters to pieces as the waves rear up in response to the ferocity of lightning's strike, but warm hands lead him up and away to safety in the clouds of the storm. He can hear the thunder of an oncoming storm, and it is soothing to know that the lightning will never leave him.

Unrated

No Archive Warnings Apply, Dubious consent

Will Graham, Abel Gideon

Will Graham/Abel Gideon

stay with me under these waves tonight by MargaretKire

Summary: Elias responds to a desperate mayday during a storm. He finds a ship-wrecked Adam.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Adam Towers, Elias

Basic Chickens

Ghosts of the past by hchannibloom

Summary: After the events at the Verger Estate, Alana reflects on her relationship with Hannibal.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Hannibloom

Map of the Problematique by 11Mydesign11, Destinyawakened and Identically_Different

Summary: Lucas is on the hunt for a new life in California, what he doesn't expect to find is an Omega who pulls so hard at his heartstrings that he can't live without him, even through the ups and downs, and the trials of trust.

Explicit

Major Character Death, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Lee Fallon, Lucas

BearHunt

Better Things by whatkindofcrazy

Summary:

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Tonny, Roberto Bellini

Toberto

Craving by hannibalsbattlebot

Summary: "You realize those candidates thought we were having an affair. Why didn't we?" "You were already having an affair." This fic assumes that the affair Hannibal was already having was with Donald Suttcliffe. It explores a possible past which may have lead to them working together to deceive Will Graham about his encephalitis. Donald Suttcliffe and Hannibal Lecter meet in medical school and have a long tangled relationship which leads them to the scene in Suttcliffe's office in Buffet Froid

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Donald Sutcliffe

Hannibal Lecter/Donald Sutcliffe

Pumpkin Spice by Llewcie

Summary: Le Chiffre is in need of a bodyguard. No, not that bodyguard.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Le Chiffre, Buddy Wittenborn

Royale Evening (Le Chiffre/Buddy)

Moonlight by starkaryen

Summary: Char decided to go on a little trip with the royal doctor, Johann.

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Johann Struensee, Charmont

Charmont/Johann Struensee

Leaf Piles by Llewcie

Summary: Lucas takes his new dog for a walk. She's not as good on a leash as she could be, and she gets away from him, right into his cute neighbour's newly raked leaf piles.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Lucas, Joe Connor

Luconnor

#Hannictober: Pumpkin Spice by shiphitsthefan

Summary: #Hannictober: Pumpkin Spice [Bedelia/Will/Hannibal college AU]

Unrated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Bedelia du Maurier

Bedannigram (Bedelia x Will x Hannibal)

Luck Against Wisdom by creepypastaprimavera

Summary: When her son asks for a bedtime story, Alana adapts a Jewish folktale to tell the story of how she met Margot.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Alana Bloom, Margot Verger

Marlana

Pile of Leaves by shiphitsthefan

Summary: Bedelia/Will/Hannibal college/dancer AU

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Bedelia du Maurier

Bedannibal, Willdelia, Bedannigram

#eattherare #fic #roundups

[theeighthtitan]

Shot through the heart

TW: Angst, violence, blood, hints at death, gore-ish, hurt/comfort

Baby’s first fic, so take it with a grain of salt I suppose. I just had it in my brain and then got real stuck on working on it and now here we are.

This was inspired by the weird game mechanic where your character has arrows sticking out of them and my deep desire to make sure no one died in Redcliffe. Essentially, Roslyn Cousland, Alistair, Wynne, and Sten go to Redcliffe to get to the Arl but have to deal with the undead instead. During the final fight near the Chantry, Roslyn gets shot (tho not in the knee, she can still adventure), Alistair worries, but everything works out in the end.

Also the title is because I am ridiculous. No actual heart shooting.

The sounds of battle fill the air. Shouting orders, clanging swords, blades rending flesh, and the cries that follow. Black smoke billows from the hills above. Its thick ash settles in the air, making Alistair's lungs burn and his vision blur. His muscles scream in protest from the strain of the fight. It has gone on for what feels like hours now.

But everyone is alive.

Well that’s certainly something, he thinks as he smashes his shield into a corpse and it's closest friend, sending them sprawling. One more rushes to fill their place and the arc of his sword cuts through its torso. His reward is the sound and smell of putrid guts spilling on the ground in front of him. “Eugh. Rude. Can't they learn to take turns? Form a queue perhaps?”

“Unlikely!” Roslyn calls from across the battlefield. “Undead aren’t known for their patience!” She crosses her blades at the base of the skull of the corpse trying to dismember Tomas and cleaves its head from its shoulders. It rolls away and she cackles at the sight of it.

She’s shaking the rotting blood from her daggers, steeling herself for the next wave, when Tomas sees them.

“Warden! Look out!” He screams, too late.

She turns just in time for the arrow to sink into her stomach.

And her thigh.

And her shoulder.

Before the last corpse falls, he drops his weapons and races towards her, catching the latches on his gauntlets and throwing them aside. When he slides to a stop and crouches beside her the dirt makes a sickly wet squish beneath his greaves.

The scene twists his stomach. Her skin is grey with ash. Blood, both dried and new trails down her nose and mouth. Tears have left clean streaks down her face. Her eyes are shut and she lies motionless.

He reaches out with trembling hands, careful not to disturb her wounds, and cups the sides of her face. She feels cold. “Roslyn. It's time to wake up now. The fighting is over.”

“Alistair.” She sputters awake, eyes tracking to him. “Hi.”

“Oh thank the Maker,” he says, touching his forehead to hers. He manages a shaky laugh at her indifference towards the situation. She is breathing. Shallow, hitching breaths, but he will take what he can get. And she is conscious. A little strange, perhaps, but what else is new?

“Mmm… d’they live?” she coughs, fresh blood dribbling down the corner of her mouth.

He lets out a bitter laugh. Stubborn woman. Selfless and wonderful and dedicated beyond measure. She will be the death of me. “Yes, they did. Everyone is alive. We won.”

She hums a pleased sound. “Mmm goo—aahh—” Suddenly Sten’s hands are around the arrow in her stomach and her blood is seeping through his fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey! You're hurting her!”

“We must stop the bleeding. Now.” Sten says.

"Le’s get… on with it” she says, breaths growing more labored by the second. She looks pitiful and brave all at once. Her thick braids are free from their pins and a copper halo of baby hairs have come loose. He smoothes them down as best he can. But her jaw is set, determination plain on her face.

Sten grips the front of the arrow to break off the head. “This will be painful, kadan.” She nods, steadying herself on the lip of Alistair's armor. One of his hands clasps the back of her neck, thumb rubbing circles on her skin.

“Say… things,” she pleads.

“Did I tell you about what Moose brought me the other day?” The dog has all but adopted him. She shakes her head. “A soggy cake. With drool and everything.” She chuckles at the thought of it. “Now who in the name of the Maker made him think that people wanted soggy, dog droo—”

The snap of the arrow and the sob that rips through her come almost simultaneously.  

Surging forward, he presses his forehead to hers and wipes away the litany of new tears as they fall. “I know, I know.”

“Alistair...'f I don’... wake up…” she says, body growing slack.

“Don't talk like that, you'll wake up, you'll—” Cold fingers on his lips quiet him.

“I love you.”

Her eyes are kind for a moment before Sten pulls out the arrow and she slumps forward into Alistair’s arms.

His body moves to lay her on the cot for Wynne’s healing magic to repair the wound the arrow leaves behind. But his thoughts slow, a jumble of words and feelings without form or name until in one glaring moment the storm coalesces into... I didn’t say it back.

Alistair stands next to the barricades where the dirt is black with her blood. The moon shines overhead, bright and clear, a spotlight he doesn’t want. His eyes bore into the ground, willing the place where her life almost left her to disappear. But it won’t comply.

I didn’t tell her.

Heaving out a sigh, he runs his hands roughly through his hair. “Rude,” he says under his breath.

He hears the Chantry door open and Wynne appears next to him, eyes following his to the mud. “She… well she's lost a lot of blood as you are aware,” she says, resting her hand on his shoulder. “But she's a strong girl.”

He understands the connotation. She's a strong girl but we'll have to wait and see. The uncertainty of it makes the corners of his eyes burn.

What if I never get the chance?

He looks up at the moon to still the tears that threaten to fall.

“I have to help the other wounded now. Go to her,” Wynne says. He cannot find the voice to answer. Instead, he nods. Wynne hesitates at the door. “And Alistair? For what it is worth, I think she knows.”

He finds her asleep, with Sten at the foot of her cot conditioning her gloves and warding away curious onlookers with a fearsome glare.

The room feels surreal.

In spite of their attempts to mop it up, blood still sticks to the crevices of the old stone floors and its rusty tang is bitter in the back of his throat. The scent of elfroot and the oils Sten is using to clean her leather armor hang heavy in the air.

She looks the same and like another woman all together, if that is possible. She wears a fresh tunic like a plea, a prayer to the Maker that he might make her whole again. But her skin is crusted thick with blood and dirt, the specter of a battle she might still lose. “She's a mess...” Alistair says.

Maker, I hope she knows.

He goes to her then, hands around hers. “I'll never forgive you, you know that? If you die and leave this all on me.” He brings her hand to his cheek and wills her to wake up. “I'm not nearly as pretty, or smart, or strong and no one will listen to me and this blight will never end.”

“Here,” Sten interrupts him with two buckets of hot water, a rag, and some soap.

“I… thank you,” Alistair says. Sten only grunts in response, returning to the foot of her cot to finish her gloves and start work on her boots.

As he moves the rag across her skin, the blood and ash and dirt give way to the girl he knows, the one before the battle. The one who raises a single eyebrow at any foe who thinks to best her. The one who has a lopsided grin when he tells a particularly bad joke. And the one who would die protecting a village of strangers in a land she didn’t know for a payoff she wasn’t even sure she would see.

I just want the chance to tell her.

The morning sun shines through stained glass windows, filtering in purple and orange. Alistair is sleeping sitting up beside her, resting his head in his arms, soft snores rising and falling rhythmically. The light falls on her face, warm and familiar. When it reaches her eyes, she stirs. “Mmm...Alistair?” She says, voice thick from sleep.

“You're awake!” He says, waking with a start, hands around hers instantly.

“Mmm,” she hums, smile forming at the sight of his soft brown hair pointing in all directions. “You too.”

“I…” I have to tell her. “Well. I had a bad dream. Thought it was time to wake up.” The words won't form on his tongue, only more jokes.

“I mean, you flirted with my uncle for Andraste’s sake.” He says, voice trying for carefree, but instead darkened with the guilt that has lodged itself between his ribs. “He is really old. Probably thirty or forty.”

The crinkle at the edge of her eyes when she looks at him says she knows, and somehow that hurts the most. But still she cocks a single eyebrow at him. A challenge. “In my defense, he’s quite attractive. He’s got an amazing jawline and a very pert—”

“A what? It wasn’t a nightmare then?”

The corner of her mouth quirks up in response. “Afraid not.”

“Should I let him know you're interested? I can go find him,” He goes to stand, but she doesn’t let go of his hand and he lets it pull him back down into his seat.

“Ah, well, there's no need. I've another suitor.” A rosy blush settles underneath her freckled cheeks. “You would like him. He’s got a kind heart. Always ready with a joke. Plus, he’s got great hair,” she says, reaching out to finger comb his back into place.

“Oh,” he says, picking at the edge of his fraying tunic. Just do it, you oaf.

He brings his hand up to her face in stumbling movements. When his hand begins to brush against the soft skin of her cheeks and she leans into his touch it emboldens him. “I bet he loves you very much.” 

“Mmm, I think so too,” she says, biting her lip to stifle a wide grin, but the glee in her eyes remains. “I will say though, he's kind of a royal bastard.”

ba dum tissssss

#ugh I am unsure if this is good #but it needs to be done #and in the world #and with me no more #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #warden cousland #roslyn cousland #alistair #alistair theirin #warden x alistair #cousland x alistair #dragon age origins #tw blood #tw violence #tw hints at death #hurt comfort #alistair x roslyn #roslyn x alistair #mine

[prismsession]

Hey-yo

Okie dokie lets do this *rolls up sleeves*

(im so late orz sry ayase is busy/lazy)

9) Ah yes, Forte’s mother. I actually have a headcanoned design that I can’t draw up right now but yea...

Her real name was Joanne - a strapping young lass and pirate prodigy who was secretly the mushiest pile of romantic goo ever. Of course, her entire crew knew this, and since their captain was too proud to admit that she wanted to settle down and have a family, they teamed up and kidnapped a Wellish lord for her (yeah, wasn’t really the most thought out plan). They couldn’t really just take him back (Jail? No thank you), and said lord didn’t have anyone who’d ransom him back (dude kinda lived a sad life) Lucky for Blackthorn’s crew, the two actually kinda hit if off so things kinda worked out??? They were married in a year and expecting a child after a few months. 

After the pregnancy announcement dropped, Joanne took a break from pirating, bought a nice house, and settled down with her husband to raise their daughter. Her crew still went on pirating excursions, but often stopped by with new toys and dresses for her daughter who they’d decided to appoint their princess and spoil absolutely rotten. Joanne tried to stop them, but none of them were particularly good listeners.

She’s an independent lady who many would say was good at everything. Sailing, sword fighting, cooking, singing, even haggling at the market, you name it, the lady could get it done. In general, she was always cheerful, a bit of a prankster, and secret romantic. Because of her exploits, most people assumed she was this cold, ruthless bandit , but she loved her daughter and dopey husband as much as she loved the sea. 

13) Count Arthur of Holt was an intellectual to the core. However, because of this rather “nontraditional” views on things such as gender roles, most people dismissed him as another eccentric. 

Before his wife’s death/Fate’s birth he spent a lot of his time travelling for the crown as a diplomat. Between trips he worked tirelessly to better the lives of his people. Ask anyone in Holt and they would tell you that the late Count was a great man of magnanimous character. 

After the death of his wife, he retired from diplomacy to focus on Holt and raising his daughter. He made a promise to his dying wife that he’d let their child grow up up into whatever she wanted. Because of that and his general policy that more knowledge is better, he let Fate study whatever she wanted, even if he had to search all of Wellin and bribe tutors to do something as “uncouth” as teach a lady how to defend herself. 

(Fate still had to take basic “how to be a lady” lessons though, even if she hated them. Whether he liked it or not, these were necessary skills to surviving in society.)

He was a stern man and many people would initially think of him as aloof before getting to know him. Outside of his duties though, he would relax a lot more, even crack a couple of dry jokes. Very strict with his daughter, especially in regards to her studies, but would secretly dote on her every now and then. Fate was his pride and joy after all. 

He died about in the winter, about a year before the Summit from illness. On his deathbed, he had his daughter promise him she’d stay true to herself no matter what. His last words: ”Thank you. It’s what your mother would have wanted too.”

19) Gonna talk about Elise and Clarmont since that’s the only one I’ve played extensively besides ElisexLisle and that is just going to be a pile of bittersweet angst that I’m not gonna deal with today… (tho tbh EliseClarmont isn’t much better “>u>)

So, in another world where Elise somehow decides to not listen to her head and just follow her heart (I actually had a fic about this planned for 7kpp week orz) she decides to not pursue Lisle and spend her week 3 date with Clarmont le gasp.

(MC backstory for those who don’t know… Elise’s only goal is to marry out of Corval into a position of power in a stable country. She’s doing this so she can use her newfound influence to move her mother and aunt out of Corval’s inner court into a comfortable, peaceful life. Obviously, Revaire is anything but stable and Queen of Wellin is pretty much the perfect scenario. She liked to both Lisle and Clarmont enough and was probably falling a little for both of them, but if it came down to pure attraction, Clarmont won out.)

Quite frankly, he makes her feel like she’s living in a fairy tale. The stolen glances, quiet flirtations, it’s enough make her forget everything else in the world, even all of the Summit’s stresses, existed.

Of course, she can’t spend every second of her time with him, and unfortunately, when they are apart she’s tearing herself up inside out of guilt. What’s going to happen to her mother and aunt now? She passed up on her best chance to save them so she could have this happiness for herself but… she didn’t deserve this… she shouldn’t be… 

*ahem* yea elise is designated angst mc 

22) You could say Dulche and her first husband were barely married. For starters, their marriage was always meant to be purely political. After their wedding, Dulche did almost anything she could to stay away from their estate, or at least make it so their schedules never matched up. Not to say that her husband was terrible, at least to her, but he was frankly, quite oblivious to the suffering of the common folk. (A supporter of the Gisette/Jarrod’s parents, well known at court, and in good graces with the royal family.) 

Dulche’s husband treated her fairly well and gave free access to his large fortune, though from the way he bragged to his acquaintances, he really only saw her as another pretty prize he’d won. Actually, spoiling her by sending her on frequent vacations and showering her with expensive gifts was probably just another way for him to show off his wealth and status. Dulche didn’t really care though. If anything, it made her job a lot easier. All she had to do was smile and coo over how wonderful her husband to please him. 

She didn’t really feel anything when he died. It may as well have been the passing of a total stranger. Obviously, she grieved (or at least, pretended to) as much as was deemed acceptable before moving on with her schemes.

#timelord-in-hogwarts #7kpp