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ladamedusoif · 24 days

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Coup de Foudre

Lucien Flores x F!Reader

Pairing: Lucien Flores x F!Reader

Summary: Storms come down unexpectedly in the heat of the Parisian summer. The only thing you and Lucien can do is make a run for it.

Warnings: Explicit, MDNI - smut central; established relationship; unprotected but safe PiV sex; fingering; no physical description of reader other than her gingham summer dress; alcohol; a soaking wet Lucien Flores is his own warning

A/N: I loved the prompts and inspiration for @undercoverpena’s “April Showers” event and this is the result. Thank you for organising this, Jo! ‘Coup de foudre’ literally means a thunderbolt/lightning strike in French, but has entered idiomatic language (including in English) as a term for an unexpected event - particularly associated with love at first sight.

With thanks to @paulmescal-s for beta-ing ❤️

Word Count: 1192

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Sheet lightning illuminates the nocturnal city, thunder rumbling almost immediately as the rain intensifies and comes down hard and heavy on your warm skin. In ordinary circumstances, anywhere else, you’d hate being caught in a storm like this. But here, in the hot, humid summer night, Lucien’s big hand gripping yours as you race along glistening streets in the direction of the hotel? There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Lucien leaps over a puddle, his infectious laughter echoing through the narrow streets as he guides you home. His silk summer shirt is soaked through, the brightly-coloured fabric clinging sinfully to his body in a reminder of the temptation underneath. Your favourite gingham summer dress, meanwhile, has been rendered translucent in the downpour.

Everything will need to come off as soon as you get inside.

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The water drips from your soaking clothes onto the hotel bedroom carpet as Lucien swiftly retrieves the fluffy, white bathrobes from the closet and hands one to you. His thumb catches a droplet wending its way from your hairline down your cheek, and you lean pleasurably into the caress of his hand against your face before shivering abruptly.

”Out of these wet things, gorgeous, before you catch cold.”

You kiss the greying hair on his handsome jaw and head to the bathroom to change, not wanting to create a puddle on the plush carpet. The gingham pools in a sopping pile on the tiled floor, the thin satin slip you wore underneath now stuck to your skin. You peel it off, exposed in just your bra and panties. The impact of the soaking makes itself felt again as you start to shiver and sneeze.

With a knock on the door, Lucien pops his head into the bathroom. “You okay? Sounded like you were -”

The sight of you stops him in his tracks. Your bra and panties are as soaked as the rest of your clothes, underwear almost see-through, and your bra clinging to your breasts and showing off the firm, pebbled nipples underneath.

“Oh, I… I just got a bit cold. Looks like you’re soaked through as well, Lucien.”

You nod towards the light-coloured summer pants that are now two shades darker and clinging to the strong muscles of his legs. He’s already stripped to the waist, his silk shirt and white undershirt in one hand, the golden chains glistening on his damp chest and his unruly dark hair now slicked back in shiny, damp curls. It is impossible to avoid noticing how the wet fabric of his pants draws attention to his half-hard cock. Clearly, Lucien Flores likes what he sees. And so do you.

You guide him into the bathroom, arms around his neck, and nod your head in the direction of the shower unit in the corner of the room, large enough for two. “You know, I think a nice, hot shower is the perfect way to make sure we don’t catch cold. Don’t you agree?”

Lucien licks his lips as he moves closer to you, nodding in agreement as his eyes rove up and down your damp body. “Everything will need to come off, of course,” he says quietly. With a hum of approval you reach for the waistband of his pants, pulling him tight to you as you unbutton and unzip them. His dark eyes meet yours and he reaches both of his hands up to your face, pulling you in for a deep, warm kiss that halts you in your tracks. “Don’t stop,” he murmurs into your mouth.

The soaking fabric gathers at his ankles and he steps out of them, still not breaking the kiss. Long, thick fingers explore your body, reaching around you to remove your bra and expose the damp, soft flesh of your tits. Your hand teases at his boxer briefs as he moans into your mouth.

”These are soaked, too,” you purr, as Lucien tugs at the fabric of your panties.

“So are these, baby.” He presses a finger to the cotton covering your most intimate parts and chuckles. “And I don’t think it’s just the rain that has them wet.”

With a smirk you break away, reaching into the shower to get the water running. Leaning in to adjust the temperature, you feel Lucien’s presence behind you. Two broad hands on your hips, gently but purposefully caressing the damp flesh. He works the last bit of wet fabric off you and leaves you bare.

“Look at me, gorgeous girl.” He pulls you tight to him, strong arms holding you in place, as you quickly pull down his boxers and grin at the sight of his hard cock springing free. It throbs against your body, a delicious vibration and foretaste of what’s ahead. You run your hand over his cock as you guide him into the warm steam of the shower, taking great pleasure in the needy groans you coax from him. But Lucien can, as you’d learned from the start, give as good as he gets. With one hand on your wet breast he slips his fingers between your legs, dragging them along your dripping folds as you cry out under the shower.

“I don’t want to help you dry off here,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck as his middle finger teases your pussy. One - then two - and then three thick digits slide inside your cunt, stretching you for him even though he knows you can take it without much preparation.

You’re ready. He can tell. But he wants to hear you ask for it.

“Words, darling.”

“Please, Lucien,” you gasp, stretched out on the fingers he’s fucking in and out of you. “Need you to fuck me now. Need you inside me now.”

He withdraws his fingers and trails them over your lips, watching with wanton but affectionate pleasure as you taste yourself. Another kiss, the droplets of the rainfall shower pouring over your faces as you slip your tongue into his mouth.

“Okay. Turn round,” he instructs. He positions your body carefully: facing one tiled wall as he shifts your hips into position.

It takes almost no effort whatsoever for him to bury himself inside you. Even Lucien seems taken by surprise, exhaling sharply as he bottoms out. His right hand covers yours, fingers splayed together on the tiled wall, his other hand holding your left hip firmly as he fucks you. The little gold medallion that dangles from his chain beats a steady rhythm against your body as he takes you, hard and deep. The water rolls down his gorgeous body and drips onto yours, bringing you ever closer to your first orgasm. His magic hands already have you near the edge, two fingers rubbing firm circles over your swollen clit. The groans and exclamations he makes suggest that Lucien is not far behind you.

It’s the pretty little noises you make when he fucks you that tip him over. His rhythm changes, and the sound of your voices blends with that of the storm still hammering the windows as you come, hard, together.

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Sated, dried off, and wrapped in warm fluffy bathrobes, Lucien orders two whiskies to the room and joins you on the bed. He kisses your damp hair, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he clinks his cut-glass tumbler to yours.

“What are we drinking to?”

He hums happily and reclines on the stack of plump hotel pillows, closing his eyes as he listens to the rain still falling, more gently now.

“To stormy weather.”

#undercoveraprilshowerschallenge #coup de foudre fic #lucien flores x f!reader #lucien flores x you #lucien flores x reader #lucien flores fan fiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 1 year

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Short Prompt #1192

CW: kidnapping.

"How do you feel, darling? The rope loose enough for you?" The villain sauntered over to their hostage, giving them a little smirk.

Civilian pulled at their restraints, testing their strength. "Eh, it's alright." They cocked an eyebrow at the criminal. "Why am I here, anyway?"

Villain looked confused. "Because you're dating Hero?"

"I'm doing what now?"

#villain x civilian #writing #writeblr #villain #civilian #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #heroes and villains #hero x villain community #writing community #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: kidnapping

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 10 months

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Whump Prompt #1192

@cyborg0109 Asked:

Do you have any prompts about whumpee escaping or trying to escape from caretaker in a medieval/forest setting?

Sure:

Whumpee hiding behind trees/market stalls/getting lost in crowds.

The caretaker alerting the town guard - who maybe a little rough in catching a delirious whumpee. Maybe their wounds reopen.

The whumpee stumbles into someone - they may take this as a threat and rough the whumpee up a little before the caretaker can get there.

The whumpees excursion earns them an infection that makes their fever worse.

Maybe the whumpee is actually picked up by the town guard/patrol and taken to be held captive. Their fever causes them to act out, and their caretaker worriedly searches and has to pull some strings to convince the guards to let them treat the whumpee. (Their injuries/illness is getting worse in the dank conditions of the cell - bonus points for it being a shared cell.)

Maybe the caretaker has experienced ‘flight risks’ before, so they tie them down... which of course ends badly.

The whumpee could spend a night in the forest, but the cool air sobers their panic/almost soothes their fever to the point they go back to last place they felt safety - the caretakers home.

The caretaker could be the town healer, but they have a soft spot for this whumpee so they stop taking patients (or treat people at the door) - this upsets the town.

#whump #writing #prompts #medieval whump #'flight risk' whumpee #angst #hurt #injuries #fever #escaping the caretaker

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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BTS Reaction: You Are a Model

Prompt: BTS react to their girlfriend being a model so she is very popular

Requested?: Yes

Genre: Fluff, a few hints at smut if you squint

Word Count: 1192

Warnings: A few suggestive scenes, nothing major though

Female reader. Gifs are not mine

Disclaimer: This is a repost from my original blog, this is my own original work and not copied.

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Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon knew that you were beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on you so it came as no surprise to him that you were a model. He would definitely be very proud and love to show off his beautiful baby girl whenever he could. Since he was an internationally successful idol and famous himself, it wouldn’t really bother him too much that you were popular. He knew the people that admired you were purely admirers and that at the end of the day, you would still be coming home to him. Trust was important in your relationship so he wasn’t necessarily one to get jealous since he trusted you. However, if someone got a little too personal with you then you can expect him to become protective. Wrapping his arm around your waist and asking the other person to leave as kindly as possible, he would remind you who you belonged to when you got home.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin loved that you were a model and would definitely support you. After all, he was World Wide Handsome and you were World Wide Gorgeous so you two were perfect together. He would love to come visit you whenever he could if you were doing a new photo shoot or promotion. Constant affection and praise whenever you were taking a break or at the end of the day when the two of you went home together. Like Namjoon, Jin wouldn’t mind your popularity too much since he knew it was part of your job. As long as you were safe and no one tried anything, he wouldn’t really have too much of a reason to be jealous since he knew he was the only one you had your eyes on.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi wouldn’t really care what you did career wise as long as it was something that you enjoyed and he knew you were safe. Since he cares more about personality than appearance, the fact that you were a model wouldn’t really phase him as much as some of the other members. Sure, he would support you and praise you every time he saw one of your new promotions but most of the time that was in the form of compliments and quick hugs when you were alone. He wouldn’t be one to actively flaunt the fact you were a model or show off your beauty to any and everyone he met. He knew you were beautiful and you were already popular enough so he didn’t honestly see much of a reason too. Like Namjoon, he wouldn’t be one to get jealous by your popularity but would get protective if someone was too close to you. Yoongi may even become a bit possessive as he would drag you away from the person and rush you home where he would pull you into a heated kiss. Growling that you were his and his only once you both pulled away.

Jung Hoseok:

Hobi would definitely be someone who would show you off every chance he got. Every day he was wondering just how lucky he had to be to end up dating a model. He would love to come visit you whenever you were working and be your own personal cheerleader. This could be a bit troublesome if you were in the middle of a photo shoot and couldn’t stop smiling or laughing at his antics but you knew he meant well. Hoseok would for sure be happy about your popularity since he believes that you deserve it, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t times when he gets jealous. You were always surrounded by cameras and admirers that it sometimes made him question if you would be better off with someone else. Especially since there were times you didn’t get to see each other very often due to work. You would always reassure him though with a kiss and telling him that he is your sunshine and no amount of fans would ever make you want to leave him.

Park Jimin:

Jimin had always thought you were cute and would constantly remind you of that every time he saw you work. He took pride in the fact that his jagiya was a successful model and would be constantly showing off photos of you whenever he could. If you guys were public, he would probably start to cling to you a lot whenever the two of you went out. Not necessarily because he was jealous of all of the attention that you were receiving, but he did enjoy showing off how cute you are. It was a plus for both of your fans anyways since they would constantly get pictures of the two of you together during your fun little dates. Jimin also secretly enjoyed the fact you understood some of the pressure that came with being popular and having admirers so he could go to you whenever he got overwhelmed.

Kim Taehyung:

The two of you would definitely be a power couple appearance wise whenever you went out in public together. With you being a model and him being as photogenic as he is, it was a given fact. Taehyung would love inviting you to be his date at award shows or any public event where he could show off his amazingly beautiful girlfriend. There would undoubtedly be a lot of pictures taken of the two of you together whenever you went out. He would also like taking and posting pictures of you when you are not working so that everyone could see your natural beauty as well. Depending on how you interacted with fans, Taehyung could potentially get jealous of how popular you were. He knew that they were only admirers and that you would always come back to him. At the same time though, he knew your popularity was justified and you had people swarming over you which could cause him to be a bit protective at times, though he would try his best to hide it so you wouldn’t worry.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook would likely be the most unsure when it came to you being a model. Of course, he still supported you and your career, but the thought of everyone swooning over his girlfriend made him a bit uneasy. Afterall, he was young, fairly new to dating, and not around too often because of his job. Meanwhile, you were surrounded by fans and media on a daily basis so surely it was possible that you could find someone better if you wanted to. At first you wouldn’t notice his hesitance until he didn’t give you a reaction after showing off one of your new photos. It was childish, but Jungkook admitted why he was hesitant about you being a model, half expecting you to be mad at him. Instead you laughed and hugged him while reminding him that he was handsome and talented and no one could be better than he was. You even began to invite him to your jobs whenever he could get off so that he could see he had nothing to be worried about. Though seeing you all dressed up was a nice bonus as well.

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spnbabe67 · 6 months

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Comfortember Day 4: Warmth

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Alcohol (Spiked hot cocoa), Slight angst if you squint, otherwise this is another addition to the anthology of teeth-rotting fluff entries

Summary: Tori and Dean find there is nothing better than relaxing in front of the fire after a long day. (Continuation of Day 3)

Word Count: 1192

Day 4 of @comfortember's November Challenge with the prompt "Warmth"

Everyone has an image that they associate with the phrase 'Log Cabin'. Some conjure the image of a decrepit, falling-apart-at-the-seams, overgrown with moss cabin worthy of a slasher film ala Friday the 13th. Others go the complete opposite, seeing a structure fit for a billionaire; polished mahogany, floor-to-ceiling windows, think glamping.

Bobby's cabin fell closer to the serial killer lair side of that spectrum. To be fair, it was a safe house, which meant it wasn't supposed to stand out. But Tori had to give it credit, while the outside could use some work, the inside wasn't half bad. That is, by hunter standards. It had all the necessities: running water, plumbing, a gas stove, and a store room in the cellar stocked with enough supplies even the most advanced doomsday prepper would be foaming at the mouth.

The bed in the other room left something to be desired. The mattress was worn enough that the morning after the first night, both Dean and Tori woke up sore and Tori even had indents of springs on her back. After that, they'd switched to the couch until the next run where they could bring a new mattress. The sofa Tori lounged on was threadbare, but she thanked god that Dean had the foresight to bring blankets from the Bunker.

They'd spent the afternoon running around the immediate area, and Tori watched Dean's inner child slowly start to heal. Once they'd been out there long enough for the tip of Tori's nose to turn rosy and Dean's cheeks red from the wind, they'd made their way inside. After warm showers and the finest MREs they could find, Tori went out and grabbed some firewood while Dean went in search of matches. Between the two of them, a fire burned hot and bright in the hearth.

Tori was snapped from her thoughts, eyes trained on the dancing flames in front of her by Dean handing her a mug.

"Careful, it's hot." He said, making sure she had a good grip on the ceramic before letting go and gingerly sitting on the couch next to her so as to not displace either of their drinks.

"What's this?" Tori's brows furrowed as she stared down at the brown liquid in the white mug. Finally, the familiar notes of cocoa met her nose and Tori huffed a laugh.

"Really?" Tori tilted her head at Dean, "What are we five?"

Dean was already taking a drink from his cup, green eyes filled with amusement meeting Tori's dark ones over the rim.

"Just try it, would ya'?" Dean lowered the cup from his mouth, swiping the foam from his upper lip with his thumb.

Tori rolled her eyes but complied. She blew across the rich brown liquid, seeing the steam emanating from it. The mug was warm against her lips as Tori took a sip from it. The cocoa was still hot, but manageable as she took in the flavors. She damn near spit it out, instead, she choked it down. It was hot cocoa alright, the telltale aftertaste that could only be attributed to the boxed Swiss Miss powdered shit. But what made her nearly die by sugary drink, was the unexpected, harsh taste of whiskey.

"Goddamn." Tori coughed, much to Dean's amusement, hiding a laugh behind his cup. "How much booze did you put in this?" Tori's voice was horse from the unexpected dose of hard alcohol

"What?" Dean shrugged his shoulders in feigned innocence. "Thought we both could use a bit of pick-me-up."

Tori, now knowing what was awaiting her, took another sip, feeling the familiar burn trail down her throat. It wasn't all that bad, at least where powdered cocoa was concerned. The whiskey added some richness, biting through the overwhelmingly sweet taste of chemically laced chocolate

"I think the amount of whiskey you put in here constitutes more than just a simple 'pick-me-up', Dean." Tori poked a finger into Dean's side.

"Stop complaining and just enjoy it." Dean clinked his mug with Tori's.

He was careful not to spill their drinks as he wrapped an arm around Tori, tucking her into his side and pulled the fluffy Sherpa blanket over his lap.

Tori rolled her eyes but didn't deign to reply, simply laying her head on his chest as her gaze once again returned to the blaze across from them. She sighed, a small contented smile on her lips. There was nowhere she'd rather be, her body swarmed by the warmth of the man next to her, the flames before her, and the alcohol flowing through her system.

It was nice, just to relax here. No worries about the next case or the world ending. Just plain and simple peace and quiet. Tori felt her mind settle, the thoughts that normally overtook her consciousness quieted to a whisper, then ceased altogether. It had been a while since she felt this still, this grounded in reality. And she knew Dean felt it too. He hadn't mentioned hunting outside of inquiries into what Sam was doing back at the Bunker. Tori knew he was enjoying himself just as much as she was.

"Penny for your thoughts, Sweetheart?" Dean's voice rumbled in his chest against her ear as he spoke.

Dean's free hand had begun to absentmindedly trace lines on Tori's bare upper arm. Tori tipped her head up, trying to catch a glimpse of that handsome face she knew by heart even if she was blind.

"Just thinking," Tori started, nestling her cheek back against the textured fabric of Dean's Henley, the now-empty mug cradled in her hands in her lap.

"About what?" Dean's hand moved up to gently toy with her hair, his lips pressed against her crown. "What's goin' on in that pretty head o' yours?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Tori replied, pulling away only to put her cup on the coffee table before returning to Dean's embrace.

She was set up against his chest, sitting sideways with her legs draped over one of his thighs. Tori's own hand traced shapes and letters against his chest as she craned her neck again to catch Dean's gaze.

"Just thinkin' about how much I love you." Tori mumbled, eyes tracing the lines of his face like her fingers traced against his shirt.

His signature smirk spread across Dean's face as he admired Tori. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip as he looked away, always the shameless flirt.

"Well, I suppose that's allowed." He took another drink.

"Asshole." Tori half-heartedly swatted his chest with the back of his hand, causing Dean to snort a laugh.

Dean set his drink down, hand now warm from the ceramic mug, cupping the side of her face, forcing Tori's fake pout to look at him. A pout that Dean kissed away gently.

"Yeah, but I'm your asshole." He murmured against her lips before pulling away and tucking her back against his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Tori just grinned into his skin, letting the crackling of the fire, the alcohol running through her veins, and the warms encapsulating her body, lull her to sleep in Dean's arms.

#dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural dean #supernatural fanfiction

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pocket-ozwynn · 2 years

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Ozwynn’s Masterlist

Welcome!

You’ll find information about my main OC and stories below, with some art reference for each of them, a short summary on who they are and their role in their setting, and links to various stories and one-shots they are included in. Additional information and AU’s will be added and marked as such (University!AU, Kaiju!AU, Borrower!AU, etc.)

But for now please enjoy!

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GENESIS DAY/Kaiju!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place. //note: this story is on indefinite hiatus//

OFFLINE VALOR/Borrower!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): The only survivor of his desolated clan, the infamous Borrower kingslayer and assassin Rowan the Last is on the run from forces unknown. Dropped from the jaws of death, he falls into the hands of the chaotic pink-haired streamer Human Zelly Klouse-Calloway who gives him a simple promise: “you can trust me.”

GT July 2022 Masterpost: One-shots and AU’s for @gianttol‘s GT July 2022 prompt list

Very Sure: A miscellaneous piece not tied to anyone in particular, just some of my own raw feelings regarding G/t

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Freyja Montayne (the University!AU; the Kaiju!AU)

(Giant)

(art credit goes to chamomile-g-tea)

Freyja Montayne is BIG in every sense of the word. Stature, laughter, love--all of it, big. And she LOVES IT. Playing Center for the Behemoth’s women rugby team, Freyja is trying to be the advocate and hype-woman anyone needs--be they small or big. If she’s not on the field, she's working out, out dancing like a dork with her friends, or spending quality time with her boyfriend Alice Beauchamp--heaven knows he needs his gigantic girlfriend to keep him on track.

You can find her in:

-GTU/University!AU story:

Coming Soon

-GTU/University!AU one-shots:

“Tucked Away” - (Word Count: 264): Alice just loves being a pocket boyfriend--and Freyja does too.

“Okay” - (Word Count: 869): Freyja can tell something’s wrong with Alice.

“Rest Up” - (Word Count: 22): Freyja demonstrates how she "encourages” Alice to relax.

“Overwhelmed” - (Word Count: 302): Alice asks to be close tonight.

“Blossoming” - (Word count: 1192): As they cool off by the canal, Freyja wants to give Alice a budding gift.

Ask: What’s Alice + Freyja’s favorite thing to do to relax together? - (Word Count: 723): Alice & Freyja unwind at the end of the night.

Ask: What is something that Freyja does that makes Alice feel loved? - (Word Count: 652): After Freyja finishes rugby practice, the couple figure out where they’re going for dinner.

To Smite a Giant - (Word Count: 682): Freyja isn’t the only one who can flirt, and Alice isn’t the only one who can get flustered.

Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout - (Word Count: 972): Undeterred in the slightest, Alice fully intends on taking care of a very sick Freyja.

-Kaiju!AU:

“Genesis Day” Masterpost: A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place.

-Knight Colossus!AU:

“The Colossus’s Cricket” - (Word Count: 2298): Lady Freyja, the Knight Colossus, returns to her little alchemist with a couple of rare, magical finds.

“A Spark of Divinity” - (Word Count: 1050): The arcanist tends to his Knight Colossus’ wounds after an exhausting ambush.

-Emotional Size-Shifter Alice!AU:

“Confession” - (Word Count: 86): Alice finally tells Freyja his secret.

“Love Isn’t Fragile” - (Word Count: 1341): Alice has a bad emotional spiral that leads to him shrinking smaller than he ever has been before, what will happen when Freyja sees him so small and vulnerable?

-Same-Size!AU:

“3:28am” (Word Count: 183): Things are quiet at 3:28am.

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Alice Beauchamp (the University!AU; the Kaiju!AU)

(Human)

(art credit goes to chamomile-g-tea)

Struggling through insecurities throughout his life, and then was stuck in a very toxic relationship with a very manipulative Ex, Maura Sinclair, Alice Beauchamp has found joy through being able to express the things of his heart through song and theatre--along with his insatiable desire to help lift up those around him (though sometimes at the cost of his own health in the process). Though he is in a far better place now, with some help from his girlfriend Freyja Montayne, Alice is still trying to learn how to navigate the future while also learning to feel more comfortable in his own skin.

You can find him in:

-GTU/University!AU story:

Coming Soon

-GTU/University!AU one-shots:

An Ode to Alice