#au; undertermined

[wastheheart]

My Muse is Being Hit On

@beautifulsavagegarden (lestat) asked: "there you are, darling." (thank you!)

She's here merely for appearances. Her colleague invited her out for a birthday and Esme accepted, giving the excuse that she was teetotal which excused her lack of drinking. Alcohol was actually tolerable, but she hated the way it made her feel, both now and as a human.

Instead, Esme played with a glass of water as the evening progressed. Someone had to get the group home safely, after all. Sure, taxis existed, but at least Esme knew they were safe with her... as safe as they could be with a vampire.

There were a group of guys gawking at them all evening. It was clear they were trying to shoot their shot, and one of them did as Esme excused herself to use the restroom. Keeping up appearances and all that.

The man's hand was flat against the surface of the bar, his body blocking the entrance to the restrooms as he forced Esme into polite conversation, invading her personal space despite her efforts to reinforce it. She could easily crush the man's bones with bare hands, but there was something about these situations that made her feel utterly powerless.

Before she knew it, a hand had found Esme's waist as words were uttered fairly matter-of-factly, and she was being guided away from the imposing human by another man she had not caught the face of.

For a moment, she was worried things were going from bad to worse, but as soon as she saw the island at the edge of the room with free stools, Esme's shoulders dropped and she exhaled with a sigh of relief. Her hand came to curl around the back of the stool, the music quieter which gave her time to think and actually observe the stranger-cum-rescuer.

"Thanks, I appreciate it..." She offered a nervous smile, her other hand pushing curls away from her face as she scanned the room for work friends. "I didn't catch your name, though."

[songandflame-archived]

@reverdies || Continued from here.

It had been a truly disrupted night for Fantine. Despite the years separating her from Montreuil, her subconscious still forcibly took her there. Of course she awoke, nightgown clinging to her skin by a fine layer of sweat. Before, she would seek out Valjean, but with the latest developments between herself and Javert had prompted her to seek him out instead. It was only fair; Valjean had given many nights to a insomniac Fantine. At least now he could begin reclaiming the sleep he had lost with her.

She hadn't planned to change, but spotting one of Javert's shirts hanging on the handle of the wardrobe was too tempting to pass up. If she was going to nuzzle her way beside him, he would most likely prefer she was at least warm and dry. Their comical height difference had its benefits after all, his shirt was more than an acceptable length for a nightgown.

Settling beside him, Fantine couldn't remember falling asleep. Her voice was hoarse when he eventually did try to move, her arm draped across his torso tightening in response at his attempts to get up. Her head opted for his chest in lieu of a pillow, his voice both deep and resonant against her ear. The feeling of his arm coming to curve around her own shoulders only encouraged her to snuggle further into him.

"Breakfast can wait," she murmured into his chest, only briefly propping her chin against his chest to glance up at him before settling back into the position she had grown comfortable in once more. "Brunch is always an option."

[weaponizedembrace]

‘ get some sleep , i’ll keep watch ‘ for bucky!

a meme [accepting]

“I’m not tired,” Bucky says, side-eying Steve from where he sat, his gaze raking through dark hair before going back drawing his blade over the little whetstone and inspecting the edge. He was exhausted, sure, but it was funny how sometimes exhausted and not tired could coexist these days. Had it always been like that?

Either way, things had finally gotten quiet for the night, and he wasn’t going to spend the tiny bit of alone time they had now sleeping. He lifts a brow and looks back at Steve. “Are you? ‘Cause I can watch you, f’you’re feelin’ sleepy,” he teases.

[kobunnie]

attention

ACCORDING TO PLAN HAS BEEN CHOSEN

i have three series ideas and i want you guys to vote/tell me which i should do first!

following the “read more” will be descriptions :)

Love Me Less ;

Osamu Dazai

『 Summary: In which your past starts to catch up to you, risking to destroy everything you’ve built up for yourself. But only one person is determined to stay by your side—and you’re afraid that once he learns who you are and what you’ve done, he’ll love you less.

『 Word count: undetermined

『 Genre: Series, angst, some fluff

『 Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood and death, tentatively 16+

『 Pronouns: she/her

(2 vote)

According to Plan ;

Tetsurou Kuroo

『 Summary: An arranged marriage? Between you and Prince Tetsurou Kuroo? What could ever go wrong?

『 Word count: undetermined

『 Genre: Royal AU, Series, fluff, angst

『 Warnings: Cursing, slowburn

『 Pronouns: she/her

(3 votes)

Play My Heart ;

Katsuki Bakugou

『 Summary: A battle of the bands for a scholarship to the biggest music school in the world is bound to create competitive competition. It’s even more competitive when your rival in music, Bakugou Katsuki, is participating too.

『 Word count: undertermined

『 Genre: Normal high school AU, enemies to lovers, Series, fluff, angst

『 Warnings: Cursing

『 Pronouns: she/her

(2 vote)

please tell me which i should do!

[nickydestati]

Thanks for playing! Ooh I’m curious about a Thousand Lifetimes! 💖

Hi Shatters!! Thank you so much for the asks!! 💛💛

Okay so A Thousand Lifetimes is an original story I wrote a first draft of a few years ago and it’s about an immortal woman and a couple of ‘episodes’ in her life spanning from prehistorical times to the undertermined future. Immortality has always fascinated me so it’s really not surprising that The Old Guard left such an impression on me lmao and it’s actually quite similar in that she doesn’t discover the reason of her immortality either, but contrary to TOG, healing only does so much, so there are certain ways of dying she wouldn’t heal from.

Here’s a snippet from the chapter of the 19th century. In that chapter, she has been finally reunited with her husband (also an immortal) after four thousand years spent apart:

I said, let’s play our game. 

I said, I’ll start.

Some things are too hard to talk about in words, so we spoke in constellations instead. 

I said, there’s your face in the distance, there’s a cat and a birth and a goddess, there’s an island full of girls to love and lives to forget, there’s a man. There’s a man who only knows how to take and take and take. There’s a knife with different kinds of blood. There’s a lost soul. There’s a scythe, a flower and a sword, there’s a crown and a cross, there’s a cup and an empty grave, there’s a ghost knight and a princess. There’s the world and all the people in it, and then there’s us.

Now it’s your turn, I said.

He tried. He said, there’s your face in the distance, there’s a town of dead immortals, there’s a desert, there’s a mine. There’s the mine. There’s- there’s… 

He paused, I waited. In the end he spoke, very quietly, There aren’t enough stars to tell.

As for the Chariton and Callirhoe au, that’s just a veeery self-indulgent idea I had when I had to translate the first two books of the text for uni (it’s an ancient Greek novel). Honestly, it doesn’t work too well with the dynamics in TOG but i couldn’t help imagine some scenes with Joe and Nicky! Though, honestly, it’s only based on it if you squint hsfjhfkj

the rudimentary synopsis is this: Nicolò is an esteemed priest and when he has an accident he dies and is buried with a lot of funerary gifts. Yusuf is a pirate and wants to steal the funerary gifts BUT Nicolò has come to life again which is kind of inconvenient for a grave robber. So Yusuf takes him with him, intending to sell him off far away, but of course love stands in the way etc 💛

[ao3feed-merwin]

what's one more?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3hDn6cw

by softnsquishable

stronglyobsessed on Tumblr said:

Merwin. Eggsy thinks he’s going through omegapause, except turns out he’s pregnant and he cries; their youngest is 10. But Merlin is there to soothe his omega, and everything turns out okay.

Words: 1936, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Merlin (Kingsman), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Merlin/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin

Additional Tags: Mpreg, Merwin, Fluff, au with undertermined careers and such, really focused on family fluff, but maybe more works in this au at some point, my first merwin fic, merwin mpreg, mpreg!eggsy, Pregnant Eggsy Unwin, Omega Eggsy Unwin, Alpha Merlin (Kingsman)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3hDn6cw

[otterlydeerlightful]

LazyTown ideas have taken over my life

1. Lifemates stuff. Just...omg. Lifemates everywhere.

2. Kiss and Cry (no, @thesherlockdavenger, I haven’t forgotten lol)

3. @sportscandycollective songfic challenge dun dun dun

4. Short Paralympics fic (based on @scrungass‘ awesome AU)

5. fucking MLP mashup wtf

6. Cryptid in the Basement extras

7. Learn to effing draw people...so I can draw fanart!

8. ...like a Princess Tutu mashup pffft

9. Tattoo Artist short

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Other fics I intend to eventually visit:

10. Care Bears insanity

11. Maybe a Golden Girls short (no, really)

12. Crying Skeletons prequel

13. Undertermined AU

14. a family commission that I probably won’t post because it’s haaard D:

[wastheheart]

" i cannot believe we just paid four figures for a cradle when the baby won't even sleep unless they're in our arms... " / the husband

First Time Parents Prompts

@alyafae (thank you!)

They're exhausted, but Esme has never been happier than now. She's just made it out of the shower, the first one she's managed since having their little one. As much as the baby cries every time you put her down, Esme can't get enough of seeing Carlisle holding her in his arms. He's so incredibly large compared to the newborn he's cradling, but Esme's smile has been set permanently in a grin since holding her daughter for the first time.

"If we need to, we can always donate it. It's not like we need to sleep... but I'm sure she'll get used to it as time goes on. She's just new to everything."

Esme wandered over, still wrapped in her towel as she worked another towel over her hair. She'd have to use the hairdryer at some point, but she didn't want to scare her newborn.

Eventually, she perched at the end of their bed; she was still working on towel drying her hair, but umable to let her gaze wander far from the scene in front of her.

"And she seems to love your arms, doctor. I think she knows how caring your hands are."

[wastheheart]

Hiding From Me

@beautifulsavagegarden (cressida) asked: "some things are just better left unsaid." (thank you!)

Esme leaned back against the couch cushion, her eyes studying Cressida's face. As much as she loved this job, there were very few days Esme didn't see herself in her clients. Today was no different; Esme remembered saying similar to Carlisle until she couldn't bottle it any more.

"And leaving things unsaid," Esme gently pressed, "... whose benefit is that for? Does it make you feel better not vocalising your wants and needs— your feelings? Or does it simply serve to make those around you comfortable?" Of course, it was always Cressida's choice in what she shared with who, but was it truly a decision if it was merely based on keeping the peace? Esme knew the weight of that responsibility and how it felt upon one's shoulders. "Is it better left unsaid, then?"

[wastheheart]

“Choose me, no one can understand you like I can”

@kingofthewebxxx (thank you!)

Vampiric life has done nothing to relieve the noise in her head. The only peace she finds is when her fangs plunge into the soft skin of an unexpected victim's neck. She loves the way her primal needs calm a turbulence in a way nothing else can; sometimes she will feed when not hungry just to have a moment of silence.

Then when they fall at her feet, blood wiped away from her mouth by the back of her hand, Esme feels the overwhelming anguish and disgust envelope her.

"I have to be more than this," she simply replied, dried blood cracking as knuckles clench. "There has to be more to this life. I can't spend eternity like this, whether you understand me or not!"

[wastheheart]

“ You don't know me. ”

@vervainlacedveins (thank you!)

Esme smiled, the comment not so different from the ones she got from clients. "No, I don't," she agreed, offering the other a small shrug. "And that's for you to decide and you alone. No-one has to know anything about you, and least of all a stranger such as myself."

It was hard being newcomers to a place that held deep mistrust for them—for good reason too—but Esme could at least still try to settle as best she could while here.

"But you don't know me either, no-one here does. So, I guess what I'm trying to say... is that judgement goes both ways." A pause and Esme released a breath, her eyes meeting the other's as she did. "But I'd rather not judge at all, and well, it would be nice to have the same in return?"

[wastheheart]

💍

Put a Ring on It

@tapalslegacy (thank you!)

Their son had just celebrated his first birthday. There was lots of cake and photos and laughter; little fists destroyed a perfectly iced Elephant, but it was worth the joyful babbling and the grin adorning both Esme and Cal's faces.

With lots of mess came the responsibility of cleaning up, and the included the boy who, despite a day of fun and sugar, fought against heavy eyelids.

Esme gave him his nightly bath, changing him into fresh pyjamas and placing him in his crib with the white noise machine playing to help him remain asleep.

She joined Cal back in the downstairs living room, baby monitor faithfully propped on the mantel above the fire. Thankfully, he was still very much fast asleep.

That grin hadn't left Cal's face. He promised to start tidying up as she put the little one to bed and he kept his promise. Despite the balloons and banners that still lingered, you wouldn't have realised wrapping paper was previously decorating the furniture— helped by the dogs, of course.

He was playing Esme's favourite tune (Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls) as he scrubbed things that couldn't be put in the dishwasher, only pausing when her hands found his shoulders and she pressed a kiss against the shell of his ear.

The dishes could wait until tomorrow. Drying his hands, Cal next offered her a party hat adorned with the number one and placed his own on his head, pointing out the tripod which held his phone.

Esme said something about looking a mess, but he brushed it off, singing along with the lyrics of the song playing as he twirled Esme in front of a recording phone. Soon enough she was laughing too hard to hear the lyrics properly, only stopping when she got too dizzy, pressing her face against Cal's chest as they slowly swayed side to side.

He turned Esme one final time, their movements lazy as they unwinded for the evening. As she came around to face him again, she was met with the most delicate of rings. A small, understated diamond nestled amongst white gold.

He waited until she came to a stop before kneeling, his eyes never leaving her own. Everything faded except that one question which, despite the softness with which it was asked, seemed burning hot to receive. She hadn't even realised her tears until he gently reached up to wipe them away, his gaze patient but expectant.

Esme manages a whispered yes, her lips trembling as she smiles, repeating herself so he understands that she is sure. "Yes, yes yes, always yes." She couldn't have believed this is where she would be eighteen months ago. "I love you."

[wastheheart]

✿

Send “ ✿ ” for 2 headcanons about our muses' relationship!

@tapalslegacy (thank you!)

One:

Esme absolutely hates seeing Cal upset or hurt. She absolutely does her best to listen and find solutions to whatever problem he's facing, but she is notorious for making puns and jokes simply to get a smile out of him. If she manages a laugh, that's even better!

She adores the way his smiles and laughter light up his eyes, and she'll do everything to make sure he never loses that spark.

Two:

When they're just sitting together, Esme really enjoys tracing patterns against his skin or gently playing with his hair. He's never told her to stop, so she just keeps on going. At night, she finds playing with his hair is what helps her drift off to sleep.

If she's in an unfamiliar place, Esme also does it then. It's subconscious and she never realises she's doing it, but she'll trace patters across the top of Cal's hands to help ground herself. He seems to know that it helps, so whenever she's anxious, she's always at least got one of his hands in hers.

[wastheheart]

"I'm proud of you." (From Isabelle at beautifulsavagegarden?)

@beautifulsavagegarden (thank you!)

They hadn't spoken about what led Esme here since she had crossed the threshold that was Isabelle's front door.

Esme had left with nothing; a small carpet bag with a handful of clothes, some notes she had scrounged from the money Charles had given her for shopping, and a bottle of perfume she had been prepared to pawn.

With the night having settled, Esme had sat herself by an unlit hearth as she concentrated on needle passing through fabric. Charles had torn this particular item. Still, she tried not to think about it, especially when she heard the creaking of floorboards and saw the familiar shadow cast by Isabelle's figure.

In all honesty, Esme wasn't expecting Isabelle to say anything (least of all that); they had settled into a rhythm of comfortable silence fairly quickly.

Esme paused, the needle nearly piercing skin. Her eyes raised, half watching Isabelle incredulously— as if the woman would retract that statement.

Charles had never been proud.

"In what way?" Esme finally decided to reply, her gaze falling to needle and thread once more. "I've hardly done anything to be proud of."

[wastheheart]

“ i don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “ (from Isabelle at beautifulsavagegarden?)

@beautifulsavagegarden (thank you!)

Esme has her head on Isabelle's lap, a book in her hands that she has long since stopped reading. Instead, every now and then sleep causes eyes to fall closed, and Esmes head becomes heavier against Isabelle's lap.

Her tiredness is given away entirely when Esme's book hits the floor with a distinct thud. Esme caused herself to jump and then shortly after she laughed, cheeks red with embarrassment.

Esme is flustered, fingering through pages as she tries to remember where she was before sleep embraced her.

Apologies slip between lips, and instead of criticism, Esme is met with words that cause her breath to hitch in her throat.

It was apt she should be reading a love story.

Displacing her book page down against the floor, Esme only rises to her knees so she is level with Isabelle. A tentative lean forwards follows as she places a kiss against Isabelle's lips, only pulling away enough to rest her forehead against Isabelle's own. "I will be part of your story until you decide otherwise. I would like for nothing more than to be by your side, always."

[wastheheart]

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜ (from Isabelle at beautifulsavagegarden?)

@beautifulsavagegarden (thank you!)

Esme (quite literally) can't recall a time she had ever felt like this for anyone. Crushes came and went, but the fire that felt as if it consumed her every cell was entirely new.

She was still scared of herself— scared of the way this woman caused such a reaction in her. And, to another degree, she was worried that she would hurt Isabelle; perhaps hurt her as Charles had hurt herself? Esme hadn't another teacher, and that was kind for the things he forced upon her. Esme didn't want to ruin this.

Isabelle must have seen the worry in Esme's eyes. As soon as she said those words it dissipated, leading Esme to kiss Isabelle far more ferociously than she ever had before.

She pushed the woman against the wall, her fingers making quick work of the hook and eye, followed swiftly by the zip. It was a lovely dress—it truly accented Isabelle's eyes—but Esme wanted to see Isabelle's eyes clouded over with something more lustful.

She pulled away, only to start pressing hot, opened mouth kisses against Isabelle's neck, trailing swiftly to her clavicle. A hand pulled the fabric of Isabelle's bra away to reveal perfect breasts and Esme couldn't help the way she started palming at the tender flesh, Isabelle's nipple briefly played with between Esme's fingers.

"Will you let me take you?" she breathes between kisses continued on the other side of Isabelle's neck.