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[bookersebastien]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Andy | Andromache of Scythia/Quynh | Noriko Characters: Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Quynh | Noriko, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Booker | Sebastien le Livre, Lykon (The Old Guard), Keane (The Old Guard), Steven Merrick (The Old Guard), Dr. Meta Kozak, Nile Freeman

Additional Tags: Little Mermaid Elements, Alternate Universe, Minor Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Princess Andy, Mermaid Quynh, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Declarations Of Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Falling In Love, Fantasy Summary:

Quỳnh desperately wants to experience life on the surface and when she rescues Princess Andromache, she is more determined than ever. Having no other options she seeks magical help to achieve her desires, but it has its consequences and when it threatens to take her life she must fight to save the woman she loves and keep the life she's always wanted.

Chapter Two Up Now!

[moonlightandromache]

listening to someone’s heartbeat + andromaquynh

Andromache rests with her head pressed against Quỳnh’s chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat and letting it soothe her. 

On nights like these, when she finds herself lying awake staring up at the stars, it’s the only thing that can calm her own heart- the steady rhythm of her lover’s heartbeat an anchor in the vastness of her life.

It had been centuries since they had lost Lykon, but his absence still aches in her heart. Andromache can no longer picture the faces of her mother or her sisters, but when she thinks of family, she pictures him- part of her wonders how long that will last, how long until she can no longer picture his face, how long until he becomes a distant memory she can no longer place.

She doesn’t dare let her thoughts drift to woman in her arms, doesn’t dare think about what she would do if she ever has to cling to memories of her lover- surely fate will never be that cruel. (She knows better than to believe in fate though, lived long enough to know it’s just a fools version of hope.) 

Quỳnh grows restless in her arms, pulling Andromache out of her thoughts, recognizing the signs of a nightmare in her lover’s dreams. Quỳnh lets out a startled shout and suddenly bolts upright. 

Andromache mourns the loss of the feeling of Quỳnh in her arms, but sits up beside her all the same. 

“What is it, my heart?” She asks, combing her fingers through Quỳnh’s hair in an attempt to soothe her. 

 Quỳnh turns to look at Andromache, and her eyes are wide and wild, something flashes in Quỳnh’s eyes and then she’s smiling. 

“Andromache,” Quỳnh whispers, squeezing her eyes shut again, “it’s happened again- there are new ones.” 

intimacy prompts

[floreleine]

Kisses To Remember

Established Floreleine + Librarywives getting together (Florence x Madeleine x Anna May)

1k, rated T, no warnings

The first part had previously been posted on tumblr here as a prompt fill for @sarah-fiers, the second one has been written for an anon!

Summary: Floreleine are planning to seduce Anna May - it goes a little differently than planned...

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Thought I'd just tag my GM tag list once today instead of spamming too badly xD but I did write some other fics today as well!

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[andromaquynh-ficrecs]

Andromaquynh slow burn

For the anon who asked @oldguardficsourcing for slow burn femslash recs - thanks for forwarding this to us, by the way! - a quick ficrec list, sorted by length descending:

Deep in the Tree, All the Locks Click Open by Tam_Cranver

89k, E, Fantasy AU, Andy/Nile/Quynh

Summary: At loose ends after her naval career, Nile Freeman accepts a position as lady's companion for the reclusive widow Lady Andromache.

My heart (is like a haunted house) by moonflowery @daniwouldnever

30k, rated T, modern ghost AU

Summary: Andy finds herself with a job in an old, abandoned building. She doesn't believe in ghosts and never had a reason to believe in love. But then... there's Quynh.

Down The Brilliant Dream by MayQueen517

29k, E, Greek mythology AU

Summary: Quynh has been dreaming of someone for all of her life. When she seeks out the source of these dreams, things begin to change.

Some invisible string (trying me to you) by paupaupi @cryhardanddanceharder

27k, rated T, modern AU, roommates

Summary: It takes some time for Quynh to realize that the mysterious woman she likes is Andy, the new work partner of her friends.

I Can't Think Straight by lilolilyrae @lilolilyr

26+k WIP, T, modern college AU

Summary: Quỳnh moves into a new shared flat, falls out of love and in love again... mostly in that order. (And they were flatmates...)

The Evidence of Things Hoped For by onlymystories

25+k WIP, M, post-canon Andy/Nile/Quynh

Summary: a story of found family coming together through accountability, a lot of therapy, and maybe a miracle or two.

Don't Worry, This Isn't Love by Bedalk05

13k, T, modern enemies to lovers

Summary: Quỳnh hates Andy and that's perfectly fine because the feeling is very mutual. One hate fuck obviously won't change that. Right?

Reunions and Confessions by lilolilyrae

5k, G, post-canon Andy/Nile/Quynh

Summary:they have buried Andromache- but a month later, Nile, who is fighting feelings for both Andy and Quynh, gets a text from the dead.

[coffeebeannate]

Kisses 5, 16 for Andromaquynh :)

From this Prompts List

5. Breathless Kiss

16. Kisses accompanied by happy tears

-But what if I make this a reunion scenario?-

“Quynh..”

She can’t speak, she can’t breathe. There’s no possibility, no singular reason as to why oxygen is more important than this. Than any of this. Than the touch of her love melting and opening beneath her. The hands grasping at her coat, sliding beyond, into her shirt, up her neck, around her cheeks, pulling and pulling, desperate, clinging.

Necessary.

It doesn’t cure it.

It doesn’t change what happened.

Quynh had so much she wanted to say. She wanted to scream, to shout. To shake Andromache, to shake all of them until the icy tears ran hot. She wanted to make demands, she wanted to throw them all overboard so they’d know. So that they’d feel the same pain, the same fear. The same terrible constant revival before it happened again and again.

The pain she’d suffered. All the horror she’d endured for five hundred years. Locked. Sealed.

But when she saw Andromache stepping from that car, near running when she spilled from the passenger side, and she felt her in her arms and that body sagging into her like she’d never left, every word, every horrible, awful thing died on Quynh’s tongue.

Andromache’s lips were the only thing that erased the bitter, soiled taste of salt that seemed permanently etched to her healing tongue.

Andromache’s arms dragged away the touches of cold that had never faded.

Even upon coming to land.

She can only speak a hairsbreadth of a second before she falls back into their kiss, Quynh hates how she shakes against her, hates how the moment she felt Andromache in her arms she melted.

You don’t deserve this! You don’t deserve my love again! Her mind screeches.

But oh, feeling her there, seeing her..

Quynh can feel the pain. She can feel it in the hammering of Andromache’s heart, the trembling of her own fingers that sink into Quynh’s long black hair.

I know..I don’t..I never gave up. I never stopped.

You were never just a memory.

You lived and breathed inside me and I hoped and hoped and I tried and-

They’ll have to talk,  they’ll have to. Being back together like this, it doesn’t make it all okay.

She knows, they know they both know.

But Quynh’s cheeks are wet, and so are Andromache’s and she doesn’t know where Andromache’s tears start and hers end. She doesn’t know in that moment how to feel anything but gripping, painful relief.

“Andromache..my..Andromache.”

Quynh just wants to rest. She just wants to feel safe.

Andromache’s arms are safe. They’re strong, her eyes blaze and brighten and soak with fresh tears and there’s no way to say how desperately she wants to just sink and feel loved and warm.

“Quynh, my Quynh..”

Tense, erratic, relieved happy laughter bubbles forth. It surprises Quynh with it’s sound. She cannot believe she could make such a noise again. And maybe she’s dreaming but Andromache’s fingers clutch just that side of too tight to be a subconscious hallucination.

Later, later complications may come. No, will come.

There’s inevitable pain, heartbreak, sorrow, all those to follow.

But they’ll be okay.

And in this moment, these seconds, these arms.

Quynh let’s herself fall into the warmth she’s missed and craved so much. And relishes in that, when she breathes again, it’s in safety and there’s not a touch of bitter salt to it.

[waxwingsfail]

Andromaquynh and 11 for the prompt?

This is a bit angsty sorry not sorry

11. Running

The sun weighed heavy on the day, oppressive and raw. The desert had claimed their lives before and would likely do it again. The camp was small enough for two, and they began to prepare for the cold night to come. 

“We should sleep together,” Andromache suggested. 

“Ngk,” Quynh choked on her sip of water. Her eyes were wide, and she looked like she was about to pounce onto her feet. 

“No, I kick.” Quynh stood up and capped her canteen. She began to walk off, and while she did quickly tucked her canteen into her belt. Her hands raked through her hair.

“It’s going to be freezing tonight,” Andromache mused. She poked the small they built with a stick.

“Where are you going?” 

“On a run. My legs are stiff from all the riding Andromache. I didn’t know you were my prison guard,” She bristled as she began to run away. 

“You know what, Quynh?” Andromache snarled. On her feet suddenly she raced after the fleeing Quynh.

“What?”

“This has to stop!” Andromache said as she grabbed Quynh by the collar from behind.

“What!” Quynh fumed. She did not turn, preferring to speak to the empty desert.

“This! You’re always running away from me lately! What did I do,” Andromache swore. Her body hurt as if someone had beat her senseless.

“Don’t push me you’ll only ruin our relationship,” Quynh chided, suddenly cold as a desert in the night. Her hands shook so she knotted them together.

“It seems to me that you’re already doing that! So fucking tell me. Why do you hate me all of a sudden?” Andromache insisted. Hurt blistered in her throat as dust swirled around them.

“I don’t…” Quynh murmured.

“Then why?” Andromache implored. Her hand dropped from Quynh’s collar as her eyes bored into the back of her long black hair.

“Then, why what?” Quynh said.

“Then why are you hurting me” Andromache implored. 

“I didn’t mean to, it's just that...that.” Quynh turned to face Andromache with a lead heart.

“That what?” Andromache warned. 

“I love you! Okay, I love you, and I know you don’t feel the same.” Quynh announced. She felt the be

“Why would you think that?” Andromache questioned wide-eye and stiff-lipped.

“Because you go about...about saying these things. You torture me with these statements constantly. It’s awful,” Quynh complained. How dare she...how dare she act so cruelly.

“I didn’t think-”

“Well then think next time! I can’t take you flaunting that you know my feelings,” Quynh shouted tears falling now wet and salty on her cheeks. Her hand grabbed Andromache’s tunic.

“Honestly, Quynh I didn’t know,” Andromache admitted. Her face felt wet, and her mouth began to lift.

“You couldn’t! You must be blind,” Quynh croaked. Her heart was in her throat, beating like a mouse heart.

“That’s fair ‘cause… Quynh I-I do feel the same.” Andromache grabbed Quynh’s hand off of her shirt and held it tightly.

“You what?” Quynh questioned in bewilderment.

“I love you, Quynh. I have for a long time, but I didn’t think you felt the same,” Andromache insisted. It felt like a two-ton weight was lifted from her heart as she broke into a teary smile.

“We’re idiots” Quynh laughed through tears. Her tears mixed with Andromache’s as they kissed. It felt good, and after a good hundred years, it was bloody time.

[lilolilyrae]

4, 12, 19! :D

4.) What album do you think is overrated?

Oh dear, no idea! I don't even know which albums are considered especially popular xD

12.) How do you feel about pirating music?

As long as it's not some starving indie artist, we probably need our money more than they do

19.) What is the happiest song you know?

Good question... idk happiest in general, but atm P!nk's Sunshine always makes me smile!

Thanks for the questions! <3

Send me music asks!

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I was tagged by @daniwouldnever to take this quiz

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[bookersebastien]

the little mermaid!au with quynh as ariel and andy as her princess (if you imagined the other way around it's cool too, i just think i need to send an ask to make you write). ily don't hate me 🥰

(asjkdsa i could never hate you, but i love how you send this to make me write it, a loving push if you will. but yes andy is the princess quynh saves for this ficlet, enjoy my love 💕)

the ocean cannot have you

She remembered the nights she used to come to the surface as a child, giggling with her sisters and making up stories about the constellations, telling strange tales about the humans that roamed the seas in their ships. It was all jokes then, about how they so desperately wished to travel the ocean yet with their legs it was impossible; Quynh felt a kinship with them, though she instead wished for legs of her own to explore the lands she’s only heard rumors about. 

Tonight she made her way to the surface again, her insatiable curiosity as a child had only grown and she made time to observe humans any chance she could, even if that meant skipping out on a few hours sleep. The water was cool and dark around her, comforting yet sometimes it felt as if the currents were pulling her back, ghosts of drowned sailors trying desperately to keep her in the depths, but the fresh air once she broke the surface was well worth any sleep she might be missing. 

The stars were bright tonight, not a cloud in sight, a smattering of diamonds scattered across a sky as dark as the sea itself; a shining, yet distorted, reflection, a world she knew and the one she wanted to get to know. 

It was a rare sight to see ships, she’d spent many nights, and what little daytime hours she could sneak away, waiting and watching the horizon for even the slightest peek at passing boats, the sight of their sails rippling in the wind always tugging at her sense of adventure, begging to be set free upon the world, face tilted up at the sun and feet on the ground. 

So tonight she counted herself lucky when a grand ship floated into view, the deck lit up with the soft glow of lanterns, the sound of voices and music carrying across the calm waters, the high tempoed beat accompanied by shouting and the rousing stomping of feet. She gazed up in wonder as it grew closer, eyes transfixed by the way the humans moved along the deck with ease, feet allowing them to hop and twist along to the music, she could see the instruments being played, things with strings whose sounds were earthy and bright, resonating deeply in the crisp air.

Cautiously she slipped closer, every warning about humans gone from her mind as she moved, utterly bewitched by the sight, the sailors faces plastered with wide grins and red cheeks as drinks were passed around, everyone taking large swigs from the bottles, not a glass in sight. Her eyes darted over to the corner of the ship, where a strange pile of objects lay and just as she wanted to move closer, a sailor came running over and picked up the bundle in his arms, words too slurred to make out from where she clung to the ship. 

Propping them up along the bow, she had only a second to peruse through some theories before a booming sound shattered the joyful noise of the party. She dove under the water, eyes wide and fingers clutching at the wood of the ship so hard she felt it scrape at her fingertips, her breath coming in short gasps until she glanced up, seeing the sky lit up in dozens of different colors spraying across the sky, no longer dark but now bright and vibrant. She had to cover her mouth to stifle the giggle that rose from her throat, watching on with glee as the colors reflected back onto the water, blending together with the soft movement of the waves.

She peered back at the sailors, finding her excitement nearly matched as they cheered, holding up their drinks, that then sloshed onto the deck, but none of them seemed to care. It was a moment before she realized it wasn’t the display of colors they were cheering, but instead a person who emerged from amidst the group, joining in on the revelry and Quynh suddenly felt as if the earth had stopped moving. 

The sight of the women before her caused her heart to flutter in her chest, a noiseless gasp escaping her lips. She was magnificent. She moved amongst the sailors with such an easy familiarity, dressed in slim black pants and a white shirt, that she could almost be mistaken for one of them, but it was her posture that gave her away. Quynh recognized the straight line of her shoulders and the slightest raise of her chin, she wore no clothing that revealed it, but Quynh knew she had to be royalty. And looking like that, she’d be hard pressed to find someone who disagreed. 

Her movements commanded every bit of Quynh’s attention, soft yet purposeful strides that took her across the deck, swiping a bottle from the hand of a sailor who was swaying on his feet and without missing a beat, tilting her head back and belting along to the next song the musicians started up. 

However, it was her eyes that had Quynh frozen in awe, lips parting slightly as she stared at their brilliant blue, putting any blue sky to shame the way they sparkled in the warm light. They held so much life, it was almost as if the entire sea itself was condensed into them, like the depths of the ocean, beckoning her into them, and Quynh had no desire to fight it.

She watched as she ran to bow, face painted with unreserved happiness, laughing into the wind with arms spread wide. Her reverie cut short as an older man rushed over to her, careful to pull her back from the edge with a disapproving glance, whispering something that made her pull a face at him before laughing and moving to grab hold of the ropes tied to the edge of the ship. Right next to where Quynh was hiding.

“Princess.” He sighed when she didn’t respond. “Andromache,” the man pleaded, “please be more careful.”

“Nothing is going to happen Charles, I just like the feeling of the ocean breeze.” She lifted her head then again, eyes closing while she took a deep breath and exhaled with a wild smile on her lips.

“Your father will not be happy that you didn’t take a liking to the prince.” His voice was more firm, but he made no move to grab her from the railing.

“Love cannot be forced.”

“Well it’s not always love that makes a marriage, you know.”

She looked back at him now, an unreadable expression in her eyes, before casting her glance back out to the sea; it was like she could see the very edge of the earth from where she was perched. “For me it is.”

Before he could say anymore, a flash of lightning shot across the sky followed by an angry burst of thunder that shook the entire sky. The ship trembling under Quynh’s fingers. It was barely a second before the full force of the sudden storm manifested itself on top of them, churning the dark waters, swirling dangerously and crashing against the ship with loud thuds.

Rippling in the wind, the sails flickered and snapped against the air, the crew scrambling to take them down, a sudden burst of sobriety overcoming them at the impending danger. She could do little but watch as the rain burst forth from the heavens, dark clouds releasing a torrent upon them, so heavy she could barely see in front of her. Everyone packed down supplies and took their spots across the ship, looking every bit like hardened sailors, faces moments ago laughing and singing now held determined stares and clenched jaws.. 

Andromache herself moved to the wheel, face hardened with a fierce determination as she gripped it tight and held it as steady as she could, her shirt soaked through and dark hair matted against her pale skin, arms straining with the effort to keep the ship upright. She stood tall against the wind, the look in her eyes could almost command the storm had she so desired, but in the end she was no match as a huge swell cascaded over the deck, dragging them off the ship with deadly swiftness, the boat groaning as it slowly tipped over into the water. Their screams cut off by the sounds of their bodies hitting the surface.

Quynh was thrown off the ship as it fell, hands scrabbling uselessly against the wood before she found herself underwater, watching as pieces from the ship hit the water around her; jagged pieces of wood and rope tangled together. Everything moved in slow motion for a moment, the debris sinking slowly into the ocean depths while she saw the crew members drag themselves to the surface, clinging to the pieces that managed to stay afloat, some scrambling into a small lifeboat a little ways away from her. 

The princess was nowhere to be seen among those resurfacing, and the pained expressions on the sailors faces as their eyes scanned the water in the darkness confirmed her fear. She was still under.

Plunging under once again, she swam closer to where the ship was rapidly taking on water, suddenly reminded of an old ship wreck she’d explored years before. Everything had been taken over by kelps and corals, it was no longer a ship, it didn’t hold the same sense of anguish that swimming through this wreckage did; the way darkness curled around it, it felt more like a graveyard than a ship.

The lightning was still visible from this far down, it reflected off the occasional bottle or scrap of metal each time it struck, flashing in the peripherals of her vision. Her stomach twisted as she pushed away debris after debris, movements becoming frantic, her body protesting as she pushed herself faster and harder through the wreckage, desperation growing until she finally saw it. 

Bright white, the sail was hard to miss, rippling and dancing along the currents, it would almost be beautiful if it wasn’t the thing dragging the princess to her death. Her face was deathly pale, eyes closed while the fabric pulled at her body like the hands of a vengeful ghost, determined for others to share the same fate at the bottom of the ocean.

Urging herself further, she carefully unwraps the canvas from her limbs, heart skipping a beat as her fingers brush over the skin of her neck, smooth and ice cold to the touch. Taking a deep breath, she ignores how her body feels against her as she winds her arms around her waist, hand clutched to the back of her head, threading faintly through the black strands, speeding towards the pale light that followed the now retreating storm. 

Quynh wanted so badly to stop, to tell the princess not to worry, that she would be okay, but with the way she hung nearly lifeless in her arms she knew she had to keep going, praying silently to every god she could think of, hoping the ocean could show its mercy this time. 

Time passed in a blur and soon a beach came into view, the warm colors of the sand a welcome break in the blue gloom that had settled in the sky, and she nearly cried in relief at the sight, gritting her teeth and pushing herself faster, ignoring how the princess’s clothes were weighed down by the water, instead just clutching her tighter and hoping she was fast enough. 

The sand was smooth under her fingers as they gently released the princess to the ground, rolling her onto her back. She tucked her tail underneath her, hands hovering in the air over her face, unsure what to do now that they’d reached land, chest tightening as she watched for any signs of life, soon finding herself admiring the sharp angle of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips, the color slowly coming back with the return of the sun, the clouds now chasing the horizon line, the storm nothing but a distant haze in the sky. 

Everything was quiet, save for the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore and the sound of Quynh’s blood pumping in her ears, so loud she couldn’t even be sure she was hearing the waves at all. 

A startled shout left her lips when she saw the faintest rise of her chest, pressing her ear quickly against her and letting out a loud breath. Her heartbeat was there, soft and slow, fighting it’s way back and Quynh felt like she could finally breathe, letting her own heartbeat slow in time with the princesses. And for the first time she finally realized how long it had been since she’d left her home, her family was probably worried, the morning sky a pale blue, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave, not as she watched the princess, her hand trailing slowly along her cheek, admiring the slight movement of her eyelashes at her touch.

She leaned in closer, her words barely there as the breeze seemed to steal them from her lips. 

“Andromache,” she tested the taste of her name on her lips, reveling in the way it felt on her tongue, like honey and home, powerful like the sea but warm like the sand beneath her; it was almost like it belonged in her mouth, fated to speak it in this life or the next.

And just like that, her eyelids fluttered open, a brilliant flash of blue before she blinked the salt from her eyes, chest heaving as she took her first, full deep breaths. Quynh wanted so badly to rush closer, let her know the extent of her joy that she was okay, but quickly remembered herself and instead used the moment to slip back into the water, already missing the feeling of the warm breeze on her skin, the cold of the ocean not as refreshing as it once was. Now it stung, a reminder of what she couldn’t have.

She watched from a good distance away as a group of sailors, many of them she recognized as members of the sinking ship, rushed down the beach, screaming and shouting as they enveloped the princess in blankets, pulling her carefully to her feet. 

Just as she was propped up, the princess’s gaze once again found the horizon and Quynh dared to dream it was her she was looking for, and as she swam back into the depths she couldn’t help but wish it was her eyes she was lost in instead.

[floreleine]

for the promptsv good luck kisses x floreleine 💖

Thank you so much for the prompt Dani! <3 this turned into Floreleine with Pre-Librarywives undertones, hope you'll like it! And I did write some other purely Floreleine fics today as well :D

<1k, rated T, no warnings

Edit: read the updated longer (1k+) ot3 fic on ao3 now!

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"Wish me luck."

Madeleine comes out of the bathroom in a dark floor-length gown and silver jewellery, her hair put up in a way that is much more intricate than her usual style.

Florence has half a mind to 'wish her luck' properly by throwing her on the bed and devouring her whole, but - that will have to wait for their celebrating afterwards, hopefully with a third in their midst... If Madeleine is more successful than Florence had been earlier this week with the so very stubborn Anna May.

Instead, Florence now simply walks over to Madeleine, taking her hands and leaning in close.

"Good luck," she whispers against her lips.

Madeleine smiles and pulls her closer, her hands tangling in Florence's hair while Florence stays clear of Madeleine's hairstyle so as not to mess it up.

Madeleine deepens the kiss, pulling a little on Florence's hair so she turns her head, opening her lips - Florence moans into the kiss, but -

"Wait - fuck, Madeleine, we -" Madeleine chases her lips, and Florence whimpers as she gives in for another snog, sucking on Madeleine's lips. At least she had only been wearing gloss, not lipstick, else she would already have to disappear into the bathroom again before leaving, but - "Madeleine, didn't we- ah! - have a plan here? You-"

Florence finally manages to break away and take a step back - and then she stares.

"What?" Madeleine asks, a little self-consciously, and pushes a non-existing strand of hair out of her face. "Do I-"

"No," Florence murmurs, voice quitr hoarse all of a sudden. "Fuck, I take it all back, you look - that kiss was definitely a good idea, you look so fuckable, there is no way Anna will be able to resist you now."

Madeleine blushes, and while already being a little flushed from their kiss, it makes her look ravishing.

Florence has to sit down on the bed quite heavily. She isn't entirely sure whether it is because she is afraid she'll faint at the sight, or to stop herself from taking Madeleine to the bed with her.

Madeleine gives her a concerned look. "Are you-"

"Quite alright," Florence declares with a wave of her hand and a smirk. "Now- go get her."

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Prompt me - you can also request continuation fics, though as always no promises as to what I'll get done!

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Hope you liked it!

[coffeebeannate]

S and T for the fanfic ask? 💕

Alphabetical Fanfic Ask Meme

Hi Dani! ^^

S. Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Oh yes, I am terrible for cliches and tropes.

I love my fluff, angst with a happy ending (when I write angst it has to have a happy ending it just has to), meet cute, coffee shop, battle couple, cast full of gay (which I will say again I’m not fussy on as a term and tend to prefer ‘everyone is queer, or mostly everyone’), banter and some others I know I’m forgetting.

T. Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

There’s some.

Angst with no happy ending. Everyone dies. Everything is miserable and everyone suffers. Basically, I don’t like hurting much when I read. I am an emotional bean man and I can only take so much angst.

I don’t hate angst, and I write angst. I don’t like just endless angst? if that makes sense? I like hopeful elements, resolution, etc.

Thanks for sending in! ^^

[waxwingsfail]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone think you're beautiful inside and out! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

Thank you

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SAN JUNIPERO (2016) dir. Owen Harris HAPPIEST SEASON (2020) dir. Clea DuVall

-for @daniwouldnever

[cinnamonplums]

inspired by this post by @cryhardanddanceharder and this prompt by @daniwouldnever​

I give you domestic andromaquynh rescuing black cats and puppies

[lilolilyr]

assumption: you are really good at playing uno lol

True I absolutely decimated my sister and my dad the last time we played lmao

The strategy is just to keep any +2 and especially +4 until the last moment :} and you gotta be quick throwing in the identical cards if you're playing with that rule!

Thanks for the ask :D