crescent-woods masterlist!
i figured it was probably better to make one now than risk losing them forever in the crappy tag system soooooâŠ
everything is tagged #peachy fics on my blog and on my ao3 crescent_woods
kiss prompts - based off of this list
1. relief
lukanette. of course hawkmoth had to ruin his night. luka planned the perfect proposal - open field, spring air, beautiful flowers - but an annoying akuma and some unexpected weather put a damper on his plan. aka the Soft Proposal. [ place: in the rain; reason: relief ]
2. (un)missed opportunities
lukanette. marinette dupain-cheng accidentally confessed her love to luka in her boyfriendâs car. she expects to at least have a night to collect her thoughts before sitting down with him, but of course fate has better ideas. marinette and luka end up using the same car - still her boyfriendâs - at the end of the night. like the gentleman he is, luka doesnât pressure her to talk, but heâs always had a way with words that makes it so easy for marinette to share. aka the Angsty One. [ place: in a vehicle; reason: sad or hurt feelings ]
3. duck feelings
lukanette. marinette watches lukaâs concert at a bar, she and alya have some fun, and marinette gets emotional about ducks on their walk home. aka the one inspired by Real Life Events. [ place: in the street; reason: confessing feelings ]
other fics:
whatâs cookinâ?
lukanette. marinette is testing a new recipe and luka wants to learn how she cooks. aka the Super Small Fluff Bomb.
my inbox is ALWAYS open to drop in! say hi, compliment a fic, come scream to me about the authors you love, request a scenario for me to write, anything! everything! distract me!
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I never knew that just on image could hold so much power.
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i've always been⊠acutely aware of how seldom we try to do right by fic writers in fandom, and how we jump at every opportunity to support artists. by no means am i trying to like, pit one against the other, because at the end of the day we're content creators trying to have fun.
i just also feel very strongly about fic writers getting the love and support and recognition they deserve.
so, if you're a fic writer, reblog this post and brag about yourself. share your AO3! plug your commissions post!! drop a link to your ko-fi!!!
and whether you're a writer or not, spread this around and share the love and gratitude you have for the writers in your fandom đ
i'll even start:
hey âš i'm sahar/omnistruck! i've been writing for the last 17 years. nowadays i have lots of fun in the Miraculous Ladybug and Persona 5 fandoms, and i'm hoping to dive into FE3H, too. Here are my links!
đ« ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/volti/works
đ« tumblr: https://omnistruck.tumblr.com
đ« ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/omnistruck
WRITERS WYA!!!!
Link to the original Twitter thread here!
[ID: A thread of tweets that reads: thinking real long and hard about how little respect fic writers get, lads. think about it though. when's the last time you saw a social-media-wise promotion campaign for fic writers? how often do you see fic writers getting or even opening commissions? what kind of numbers are fics getting compared to art? why are we so thoroughly satisfied by the instant gratification art provides, but we only theoretically invest in those 100k+ [insert trope here] fics that there's always somehow a meme about? and if we do invest, why do we feel it's only enough to leave a kudos IF THAT? why is our only rhetoric regarding fic writers that "they do all this for free?" why are we by and large ONLY allowed to do this for free? we have to, have to, HAVE TO do better by fanfiction. i, for one, am absolutely goddamn exhausted by how long and how often i'm discouraged by how it's treated nowadays. so. compassion starts here. a movement has to start here. if you're a fic writer, QRT this tweet and fucking BRAG about your words. drop your AO3, your socmed, your fandoms, your ko-fi, whatever. promo it here. lift yourself up, lift someone else up. you deserve to be seen. you deserve to be read. End ID]
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Hi! I LOVE your Felinette fake not-dating story! Would you be able to do number 42 or 45 for the kiss ask for them? It doesnât have to be in the fake not-dating au, I just love how you write Felinette in general!
42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
45. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.
leave me a pairing and a number and iâll write you a kiss! [CLOSED FOR NOW]
read more of the Fake Not-Dating AU!
hey uhhhhh as the prompts might suggest, there is some Implied Content in this request. nothing at all explicit, but i think itâs important to know The Vibesâąïž before you jump in! đ„đ„
This is going to take forever, and itâs purely and entirely because Marinette Dupain-Cheng doesnât know how to take a breath or be anything short of perfect.
Normally, FĂ©lix doesnât mind it; her dedication is one of the things he admires most about her, and one of the few things heâll admit admiring to others. But thatâs when they both have things to do or worry about, or when they decide to go out somewhere or on some occasion sheâs deemed particularly fancy.
Now certainly isnât one of those times or places. Theyâre merely sitting in his hotel room, with the television turned on to something of little consequence. And sheâs over on the ledge looking out at the city, and sheâs drawing again. Just as she almost always is, because apparently she doesnât know how not to work. Whether she wants to commit Paris to paper or think of some new clothing line idea is beyond him. But she does look beautiful doing it. She does look beautiful doing most things.
Well. If she can go around distracting him, then he can do the same. How many times has the reverse happened, when he was poring over some dull email or textbook and she made it a point to tug at his clothes and coax him to bed? How many times has she⊠well, for lack of a better word, seduced him so?
And besides, when was the last time theyâd gotten up to anything? The fact that he canât remember is an issue in and of itself.
FĂ©lix snaps his book shutâheâs been reading the same page for the last hour, anywayâand tosses it aside, shuffling to where she sits. He has to admit, it is a lovely view from up here, where they can feel like royalty or little gods. Where what they do with one another, to one another, feels holy. His hand slides to her waist, and still he keeps his eyes on the cityscape as his lips meet her cheek, and then her jaw.
Marinette draws a sharp breath in through her teethâjust the sweet little reaction heâs looking for. âFĂ©lix,â she murmurs, cracked though it sounds; has she been thinking of him? Quietly wanting him back? âIâm workingâŠâ
âI know,â he whispers back. Takes care to give her waist a squeeze and nip at the shell of her ear. âSo am I.â
âThought you were reading.â She shifts in her seatâis that squirming?âand her shoulders relax as she pauses to stretch her wrists. She doesnât swat him away when his hands trail to cover hers. âThought you didnât want to be disturbed.â
âCertainly not.â He hums against the line of her jaw, just under where it meets her ear. Heâll never get over just how she gasps wherever he kisses her there. How sheâll all but quietly melt for his touch. âSo how do you account for disturbing me, then?â
âHow could I have possibly disturbed you?â Marinette bites her lip; FĂ©lix catches it out of the corner of his eye and tries not to delight too much. âI didnât even talk to you. I was just sitting⊠hereâŠâ
Thereâs that other sound he likes so much: the wobble in her voice when heâs got the edge. When heâs toeing the line of something they both quietly, desperately need, and testing just how thin their patience can wear. âYou seemed stressed,â are the innocent words that spill from his mouth and buzz against her skin. âcan you fault me for being disturbed when my love is unwell?â
His palms slide up and down her back nowâthere are knots there simply aching to be worked outâand as he moves toward her front again she catches his hands in hers. âYou,â she says, still watching the city with those gorgeous, half-lidded eyes, âseem thirsty.â She sighs, more like sheâs reminiscing instead of needing. âRemember when you used to be a grandpa in a young adultâs body?â she teases under her breath. âWhen you wouldnât be caught dead even looking at me for more than three seconds, and now you want to pin me to the nearest flat surface andâ â
âCanât I kiss you?â He wrestles his hands from hers, covers them, squeezes them. How can he resent a comment like that when the gratification of her goosebumps far outweighs it? âWonât you let me?â
The sketchbook is starting to slip from her lap, but neither of them makes any move to rescue it. Marinette, sweet thing, is still biting her lip, and when he moves to her neck she shudders so softly it makes his insides churn. âFĂ©lix,â she says again. A prayer instead of a warning.
âDo you want to?â he asks, little more than a breath against her ear, as his hands flex. The Darcy, sheâs come to call it, ever since they watched the movie together. Something about the wanting and the holding back duking it out in plain sight. âTell me to stop, and I will. I swear it.â
The pause is enough of a ânoâ for himâ a lingering sore jaw has taught him to accept nothing less than an enthusiastic âyes.â But itâs as heâs withdrawing, hot in the face and his teeth in his lip, that Marinette chases after him and yanks him into a staggering kiss. Itâs fierce, and heated, and they stumble into the wall in the process while her sketchbook tumbles away. But itâs worth it for the way she whimpers into his mouth. And itâs worth it for every part of her she lets him put his hands on. And itâs worth it for how she tugs him along, tripping over the armchair, the nightstand, the foot of the hotel bed. âWhat happened to you?â she asks, tangling her fingers in his hair and whispering that yes, yes once his mouth meets her neck again. âWhatâs gotten into you?â
âYou did,â he murmurs back with a trail of kisses and a nip of his teeth. âAlthough, technically speaking, it was really the other way around, wasnât it?â
âFĂ©lixââ
âThat is my name,â he murmurs, nudging her to sit, to look up at him with those doe eyes and red cheeks and swollen lips. âIâd be happy to be responsible for your saying it more often. Like that, or any way you prefer.â
He doesnât have to say it for her to know it. That sheâs the one with all the control, all the sway over him. That for all his airs and snappy comebacks, his voice is mere steps away from a broken, half-greedy, Iâll do anything. Even when sheâs the one looking more flustered and ruffled and flushed. He knows she knows it, because itâs all in the sparks in her eyes. How sheâs all but forgotten the cityscape, and the sketchbook, and the drone of the movie.
âIf you think Iâm so stressed,â Marinette says, leaning back on her hands, âthen why donât you do something about it?â
FĂ©lix, saint that he is, only smiles, and he sinks to his knees.
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Lila is already on her way to become Hawkmoth đŠ
(also step by step gif for those who are interested)
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Somehow Iâve ended up here
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one of my favorite things about the httyd books is
hiccup: a
camicazi:
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thinkin bout him again
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David Tennant narrating both the HTTYD books and The Wizards of Once series is just further proof this man loves Cressida Cowellâs work.
I could listen to him read her novels forever.Â
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Yesterday my cousin was kinda saying something about needing books to read and I said, once again, httyd, because she loves the movies and she was like but do I really need to read them though? Iâve already seen the movies and I was like no... you donât understand... you canât even compare the two. So please please please read the books
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Lukanette with 31 for the kiss prompt?
31. Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each otherâs lips.
leave me a pairing and a number and iâll write you a kiss! [CLOSED FOR NOW]
not connected to anything this time, either. just something short and sweet and soft đ„°
Luka turned off the timer at least ten minutes ago.
Itâs a deal they have whenever they have free timeâor when he manages to convince Marinette to take some free time. They settle under a tree in the Place des Vosges, because itâs right across the street from her house and the bakery. She brings a book; he has his guitar, but he props it up against the trunk. He rests his head in her lap while she reads for half an hour; then they switch, and she rests, and he strokes her hair and hums to her.
Sheâs been running herself ragged again, though; he could tell from the way she could barely keep her eyes open. And when they switched, it only took a few minutes for her to fall asleep, curled up on her picnic blanket. So heâs still brushing her hair out of her eyes, and heâs still humming to her, because when she wakes up he wants it to be to something good. He doesnât care much about how long he has to stay here, so long as it doesnât rain on them. Her parents know where they are besides. And he doesnât care much if he loses the feeling in his legs for a while, so long as sheâs comfortable and safe. The feeling, he can shake that back into place. Heâs had to do it plenty of times before anyway.
He could do this for days, he thinks.
He could do this forever, he thinks.
Itâs another half hour before she stirs, and by then the sunâs hanging a little lower in the sky. He really ought to be getting home now, but he canât bear to tear himself away. Not when she whimpers against the sunlight and rubs her eyes as she blinks up at him like a newborn kitten. âWhat time is it?â she mumbles, thin and high and glittering like wind chimes. Pink. Rose gold. And then, âIt was supposed to be my turnâŠâ
âYeah, well.â The look on his face must be so foolishly adoring, but he canât bring himself to care. âYou were tired. Couldnât bring myself to wake you.â
âThen youâll just have to get a turn for an hour, too,â she tries to argue. âFair is fair.â
Sheâs only barely sat up before he gently pushes her back down by her shoulder. âStay,â he says, settling back against the tree trunk, his hand resting on her cheek. He can feel all the ways she folds under him, just from her smile. He can hear all the way her music swells, all the ways her heart tries to find his music too, just from looking at her. âJust a little longer, rest. Promise me youâll rest.â
Marinette scrunches up her lips as if to say she canât guarantee it, which does nât surprise him. In her mind, thereâs always something to do. Someone to take care of. Itâs just rare that that someone is her. Eventually she relents, nuzzling his palm with her cheek, and even looks him in the eye to let him know that she means it despite what her gut wants. That she knows he must doubt her in spite of much he always wants to trust her. That she wants to give him that reason to keep trusting her. âFine, Iâll go to sleep early tonight, on one condition.â
Luka nods, still thumbing her cheek. âIâm listening,â he murmurs. Goldenrod, he sounds like. Burnt, molten sunlight.
She yawns, smiling lazy and genuine up at him, and cradles his hand against her face. âCall me tonight,â she says, âand sing me to sleep.â
Luka canât help smiling back, or how his music rises to meet hers. Says, here I am, come closer. âYou got it,â he whispers, tucks her hair behind her ear, and he leans down to kiss her softly. He can hear the colors and images mingling, sees the wind chimes swaying in the wind and catching sunlight in the way her mouth moves with his, and this time itâs her hand on his face. This time itâs her pleading, quietly, for him to stay.
He does. He keeps his forehead pressed to hers even after the kiss is broken, and heâs so close he can feel her grinning more than he can see it. âI like you here,â she says, their lips brushing with every word. Sheâs still holding his face. âI love you right here.â
Usually heâs the one to say it first, so it throws him for the best loop. âI love you right here, too,â he says, caring little for who might see. More witnesses to the truth; isnât that what they are? âHere and everywhere, Marinette.â
She kisses him again, a sweet little theft. âYouâll call me?â
âIâll call you.â His smile grows. âAnytime you need me, Iâll come running. Calling. Whatever.â
Marinette giggles, her voice heavy with sleep again. Her book is abandoned, standing spine-up next to his guitar, but theyâll make time to mind it later. Marinette always makes time for everything, and Luka always makes time for her.
Like this, heâd like to think, theyâve got it all covered.
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Bra lover Boy
My second fic is a Lukanette fic too, of course! Includes fluff and teasing.
Warning: M rated (implied sex)
Thanks to @livrever for the proofread and corrections!
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It was nighttime in Lukaâs rented apartment. The young man and his girlfriend Marinette were in his bedroom, lying together on the bed, facing up and almost naked. Marinette was wearing her panties and was partially covered by a slim bed sheet, while Luka was wearing only his boxers underwear. They were 21 and 19 now, but had just recently started dating after years of missed changes for their love to fully bloom. The right time for them had arrived after she confessed to him, who had been in love with her since their eyes met for the first time.
Some rays of light filtered through the curtains of the window of the 5th floor of the building. There was something indescribable in the air, and aura that filled the room with love and absolute happiness, as if a starry sky was sparkling at the ceiling of the room or if they had just been transported to some kind of heaven. A whole magical sensation, completely new for the young couple, that was now panting and gasping for air at a continuous and matching rhythm, without letting go of their joined hands despite how hot, sweaty, and tired they were.
A few minutes passed until their breaths were back to normal. Their heads rolled to face each other, staring at each otherâs eyes, smiling softly together with a noticeable blush on their cheeks.
The staring lasted for two minutes until the young woman felt like her vocals had returned and her excited but low voice left through her lips. âLuka, that was amazing⊠Thank you for taking into consideration that it was my first timeâŠâ she said, shyly.
âWell, Iâm glad⊠It was my first time tooâŠâ Luka smiled shyly too, her soft smile never leaving his lips as he replied to his girlfriend.
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