#March of the Tropes

[ragdoll127-ffxiv]

March of the Tropes: Day 17 - Admiring the View

G'raha pulls out his bow for some exercise. R'alma can't help being distracted.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Day 17 of March of the Tropes: Body Swap

“See love, going undercover with me isn’t so bad.”

“Hmph.”

[kootiepatra]

March of the Tropes 11 - Snowed In

Or as it's referred to in Ishgard, "Tuesday"

[sageexmachina]

Day 1: Coffee Shop The Wandering Stairs is always welcoming extra pairs of hands, especially since the return of darkness. At once, they gained a new barista and regular both.

[calinameloda]

March of the Tropes

Day 12: Roommates Battle Couple

Another prompt swap because I wasn't vibing with today's option.

[nomazee]

keep my blankets warm and my name in your mouth

after a night of soaring through belobog's liquor, you finally face the consequences of it on the floor of your hotel room. thankfully, dan heng has experience with taking care of idiots (i.e. you)

dan heng x gn reader — drunkenness, sweet and sappy and sarcastic, dan heng is probably ooc, reader is trailblazer but this is set vaguely in canon & lore doesn't matter, stupid people who love each other but never say it, are they dating or are they toeing the line of cohabitation in the middle of a hotel room?

sequel here

notes: oh gawsh hey guys... yeah yeah it's been forever since i posted but i giggled at all the requests i miss and then instead of doing those i wrote this, but TRUST i am getting back to all of you in a timely manner i love you all thank you so much for sticking with me, i'm coming out with a follower event once i hit 1k (soon) so be excited! love you guys and enjoy

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Dan Heng is an awful caretaker, really, and you should’ve known this because of his deadpan and often awkward nature. It just never really occurred to you until he’s truly saddled with taking care of a living, breathing thing—i.e., you, drunk and vomiting into a trash can after a spree through Belobog’s bars. 

In your defense, having no memories means having no experiences to your name (other than everything you’ve been through on the Express so far, which is maybe more near-death experiences than you’d like to have), and you heard that being drunk was just something everybody experiences at least once. 

Then, Pela texted you that one time asking for quick tips to sober up, and it dawned on you that you don't even know what that feels like, and then—who cares, really, you don’t have half a mind to think of your tragic pre-drunk backstory when you’re trying not to die of embarrassment as Dan Heng maneuvers you in a way that won’t get vomit on your clothes. 

The cold tiles of the Goethe Hotel en suite bathroom aren’t enough to bring you to full awareness, so you let Dan Heng ragdoll you into kneeling over the trash can and pull any dangling accessories away from your, um, line of fire. 

“Why would you guys let me do this?!” you wail in disbelief, trying to hold back a mouthful of bile but ultimately failing as you cough into the bin again. You’re truly betrayed at the thought that your closest friends wouldn’t warn you of things like alcohol poisoning, and pacing yourself, and how many drinks is too many drinks. 

“I didn't let you do anything,” your friend retorts, because he’s evil and mean and awful at comforting you, “I told you it would be a bad idea. You’re the one that still went out.” 

“Did I puke in front of everyone?” 

Dan Heng pauses, which is always a bad sign. It means he’s thinking, really thinking about what to say. “At the very least, you puked in the snow and not inside the restaurant.” 

A desperate wailing noise escapes you yet again. Life is cruel, and Dan Heng is crueler. He should’ve told a sweet little white lie and you would’ve been none the wiser and a lot less mortified. “Himeko laughed so hard when we found you that Welt had to make her leave.” 

“Just kill me,” you whisper into the trash can, full of your hopes and dreams and the remnants of your dinner and drinks. “I can’t go back to the Express. Execute me and give me a gentle death.” 

“No need to be dramatic,” he says, annunciating his words in that odd little way he does, and it makes you want to kiss him and read a dictionary to you, cover to cover. “You need to drink water, and then brush your teeth. I don’t trust you showering right now so you have to wait until the morning.” 

“Oh, Dan Heng,” you keen, with the grief of a spouse watching their partner go off to war, “you don’t even want to wash my hair for me?! You just think I’m— I’m a drunken slob!” 

“Be quiet,” he commands through his teeth, embarrassment warming him up—you can feel it, the way the tips of his fingers go a little bit warm from where they rest on your shoulder and the side of your face. “You— I don’t think that. You need to brush your teeth.” 

You definitely are not brushing your teeth tonight. You tell Dan Heng as much but he just rolls his eyes and compromises with a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash that he pulls from the cabinet under the sink. He’s so prepared. Or maybe that’s just the hotel staff. Regardless. 

You rinse your mouth out once you’re fine enough to let Dan Heng pull you up to your feet and rest you against the counter of the sink. He has to remind you multiple times to not swallow the mouthwash, and you bat at him childishly for thinking you’d ever do such a thing—except, you definitely would have drinken down an entire mouthful if he didn't say anything. You can’t bear to look at your reflection in the mirror. You just pray to whatever Aeon is listening that there’s no awful stains on your clothes, and that you don’t smell so terrible that Dan Heng goes running the minute he lets go of your arm. 

“Where’s March?” you whine out as he leads you from the bathroom to the main hotel room, trying to gently set you down on your bed but giving up once you immediately fall into it like an ungraceful rock. “She would be so much nicer. You’re mean. Do I smell bad?” 

“I’m not mean,” he tells you, sure of himself and the twist of his mouth as he avoids looking you right in the eyes. “You don’t smell. You need to go to bed. And lay on your side.” Petulantly, and not without some kicks of your legs and flails of your arms, you find yourself situated under the sheets of the hotel bed, sock somehow off your feet now as Dan Heng pulls the blankets right up to your shoulders. 

“I’m on my side now. Do I get a reward?”

“Why would you need a reward?” 

A disgruntled tsk escapes you and you look up at Dan Heng with an exasperated expression. It’s pitiful enough to guilt him into kneeling down beside your bed so that he’s at eye level with you. “Because I went through so much tonight,” you slur out, words starting to mix with each other as a result of your remaining drunkenness and the exhaustion of the night hitting you. “I’ll take a, um— a gold star, or something.” 

“I can give you a cup of water in the morning.” 

Another dreadful wail escapes you. You’ve never faced evil more potent than Dan Heng, and by the stupid twinge of a smile on his face, he knows what he’s doing. You hate how endearing he is, and how he dangles little treasures like this in front of you. You’re brought back to the heat of his fingers from earlier, the gentle touches he left on your shoulders as he let you puke your guts out without even flinching. As much as you joke, you know Dan Heng’s kindness comes from a lack of evil. Comes from a supporting weight against your arms, comes from travel-size mouthwash, comes from staying in your hotel room until you fall asleep and double-checking that you’re on your side. 

In the morning, you’ll take the cup of water, and you’ll take him out for breakfast, too.

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[whumpdoyoumean]

Whump March Madness

[justaz]

me: i hate cliches. theyre so predictable and overdone. i just want something new-

every fic ever: character A confidently/impulsively kisses character B who freezes under their touch causing character A to panic and begin to pull back just as character B remembers themself and kisses back with a passion

me, born to ascend, forced to act casual by societal norms:

[deefighter2739]

pretend it's february 29 i finished this in the night

One last valentine thing and headcanons before starting march. Take this as the sequel!

MetaDede Valentine's day headcanons:

Both get very lovey-dovey on this day, giving the other as many gifts as possible. They'll even compete on who's a best partner and brought more gifts.

Meta Knight brings tons of gifts because he's never sure if it will be “enough for a king”. He'll buy an entire stand and receive Dedede with a mountain of presents, chocolates, plushies, flowers, balloons and anything Valentine's day related. Just to be sure.

At Dedede's side, he's happy to have an excuse to spoil his beloved knight with presents, which Meta gladly accepts thanks to the mood of the day. He focuses on giving chocolates and candies, knowing too well his partner's sweet tooth.

Valentine's date! Candles, rose petals, a nice dinner... It doesn't need to be an overly fancy place, it can even be at the castle's balcony. The gentle moonlight covering them while eating chocolates together.

Even before they started dating, there were rumors about the king having a secret admirer... No one knew who was this anonymous writer, but this passionate secret lover had a fancy cursive letter...

[serickswrites]

Reassuring

Warnings: referenced injury, referenced captivity, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

“I’m fucking useless!” Whumpee growled in frustration as they failed to grab the cup set before them once more. “I can’t do anything!”

“Whumpee, love, it’s ok--” Caretaker said soothingly. 

“It is not ok. NONE of this is ok.” Whumpee stood up suddenly. “I can’t do anything with this stupid useless arm!”

“Whumpee, love, I--”

“Why did you even bother saving me? I can’t do anything. I’m just a waste of space!” Whumpee’s voice got louder and louder with each word. 

Caretaker could see the tears in Whumpee’s eyes. “Love, sit down.” They put a straw in Whumpee’s cup. “Here. That’s all I was going to say. It’s ok because I have a straw for you.”

“Oh,” Whumpee said anger suddenly deflating. They looked utterly defeated. Their time with Whumper had changed them. Physically and emotionally. 

“And,” Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee, “I saved you because I love you. Not because you’re useful.”

[ragdoll127-ffxiv]

March of the Tropes: Day 22 - Time Travel

I've had this gpose set in my head for ages, and I have decided that it fits the theme of this prompt excellently.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

March of the Tropes Day 29: Unrequited

Set between ARR and HW. Haurchefant hopes Agi will notice his overtures...this time. SFW.

Lord Haurchefant felt confident as he walked to Agnes Currai’s room at Camp Dragonhead. A bouquet of flowers he had obtained from the Haillenarte greenhouses was in his hands. Mayhap this time she will notice my overtures. Fury, pray bless dear Agnes. She’s been through so much and deserves more than…give me the strength to be a friend to her and possibly…perhaps…more. When he arrived at her room, he took a breath and knocked.

“One moment!” He heard from the other side of the door. As well as what sounds like a near trip! “Oh, Haurchefant! Oh goodness, are those for me?” Agnes asked with a note of wonder in her voice.

Haurchefant bowed his head slightly. “Aye, they are. I thought perhaps my dear friend would like some flowers to brighten her room.”

Agnes gratefully took the bouquet and smelled the fresh flowers. “Oh Haurche, these are lovely! I adore them! You shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble!” She began to ramble, smiling wide. Dearest lady, you have the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. I pray there will be more occasions to see your beautiful smile. “Really! I bet these cost a fortune!”

Haurchefant chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, yes…well, I called in a favor with Lord Francel—”

“Francel? How is he?”

“Very well, my dear. He was nice enough to get these for me. You deserve them after all you’ve been through these past few days.”

A small pout appeared on Agnes’s face. An adorable pout! “Ooooh, thank you! You are so sweet and such a good friend.” While Agnes was not short by any means, next to Haurchefant she absolutely is, poor thing. She got on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. AH BLISS! “Thanks again. Have a wonderful evening, Haurche.” Blushing furiously, she went back in her room and closed the door.

Ah. Well. Mayhap a grander gesture is needed? I’ve given her flowers, chocolates, hot chocolate…

I know!!!! A chocobo! Yes, that will be perfect! She loves animals.

Alas, much to Haurchefant’s frustration, the chocobo received the same appreciative “thank you” and a kiss on his cheek and a massive hug! She loves hugs so very much, and so do I!

[kootiepatra]

March of the Tropes - 6 - Only One Bed

I cannot see this as being canon, but these goobers would ABSOLUTELY be like this.

(Bonus ending)

[hunkydorybaby]

my favorite flavor of sibling is Betrayal

[calinameloda]

March of the Tropes

Day 5: Reincarnation

"Have we met before?"