#its the angsty slowburn for the ages baby

[littlejazzy]

Do you have good recommendations for AgeRe stories? Something really cute and fluffy? (I'm a lonely regressor and I love reading stories about really sweet caregivers.)

I do!! I adore reading agere fics, so here are some recs! I hope you enjoy!!! 💖

Gen:

Decontamination by SailorChibi - Marvel - Baby!Tony and CG!Steve - After a battle, Steve takes care of his baby - (This one is a Classification!AU/Littles are Known!AU... like, one of the very first ones. Very good and fluffy. If you ever read thorough their fics, (tagged NSAP bc agere straight up did not exist as a community yet) you'll start spotting alot of things that other people were/are inspired from.)

Picnic by SailorChibi - Marvel - Baby!Tony, CG!Steve, Middle!Bucky, Toddler!Clint, CG!Coulson, Kiddo!Scott, CG!Sam W., Kiddo!Peter P., CG!Wade, Kid!Wanda, and CG!Vision - All the Avengers have a nice picnic - (classification!au, but a different verse than the previous fic jsyk. this one is suuuuper fluffy and cute and fun <3)

Less than Five by SailorChibi - Daniel Craig's James Bond - Little!Q and CG!Bond - Q regresses smaller than usual; his daddy makes sure he's taken care of - (classification!AU, first of a series. first two fics are pretty fluffy, but the third has some angst, which makes the fluff even sweeter, in my opinion)

coffee makers and bumblebees by orchidsncrake - Daredevil - Little!Matt and CG!Foggy - Matt becomes overstimulated and after an altercation with the office's coffee maker, Foggy is there to make everything better

Small surprises by undergroundrice - Daredevil - Little!Matt and CG!Foggy - Foggy stumbles onto Matt regressing, and together they figure it out

A Second Shot by mylittlestories - MCU - Little!Natasha, Little!Clint, and CG!Coulson - Natasha didn't have much of a childhood. When she sees that having a second one is possible, she wants; Coulson and Clint are happy to make her family :) - (This one is unfinished, but what's there is just so nice I have to include it!!)

Give your Dreams the Wings to Fly by Honey_Dewey - FNAF Movie - Little!Matt and CG!Ness - Mike gets sick at work, but his boyfriend is there to make everything okay

the road to hope and adventures into the unknown (target) by romansprince - Barbie (2023) - Little!Ken, then CG!Barbie and CG!Gloria - Ken has become human... except he's never had a childhood. Sometimes he feels Fuzzy, but that's something he thinks he can keep secret. As he turns out, he can't, but it works out anyway - (Two separate fics that take place in the same universe/series. The first one/set-up is a little angsty, but the second is more fluffy)

Movie Night by mcschnuggles - Heathers - Little!JD and CG!Veronica - JD unexpectedly drops into headspace during a movie night with the rest of the teenagers; Veronica helps him through it - (Modern!AU, Everyone Lives!AU, this one is kinda angsty, but like, it's canon appropriate, lol - also!!! make sure that you check out the author's other works!!!!! lots of agere fics for a large variety of fandoms!!)

Toffee Ticking Time Bomb by GayCheerios - Star Wars - Little!Anakin and CG!Obi-Wan - Obi-Wan has to find his padawan's stuffie before the inevitable temper tantrum ensues - (classification!AU, part of a very nice and good series that, if you enjoy this fic, you should also check out)

Baby's First Bath by CyberToddler - Beetlejuice: The Musical - Toddler!Beetlejuice and CG!Maitlands - The Maitlands give Beetlejuice his very first bath - ( 👉👈 I wrote this one 😖)

Evolution by Cgetbrmj - The Last of Us (TV) - Little!Ellie and CG!Joel - Series that follows each episode of the show, and explores how these characters stumble upon age regression as a coping mechanism and how much they both realize they enjoy it. - (Slowburn agere, as it explores how it develops naturally between both characters. This one DOES contain some angst as it relates to the show, but overall is as fluffy as its setting allows)

Reader-Inserts:

The Doctor's Office by agerefandom (tazia101) - Twilight - Little!Reader and CG!Carlisle - Reader goes to their first check-up in their new town and unexpectedly regresses; thankfully, their doctor is more than understanding - (I can not emphasize enough how much I love this one. Hits all the right buttons, I'm so happy/thankful I found it before I had to establish care w/ a new doctor, it's just- so good)

Sugary Sweet by agerefandom (tazia101) - Twilight - Baby!Reader and CG!Alice and Jasper - A comfy, happy morning with your vampire caregivers - (be sure to check out the writer for more fandoms!! lots of agere fics, including gen and reader!insert!)

little life at the mansion by myworldoffanfiction - X-Men - Little!Reader and CG!X-Men (the main gang lol) - First chapter is a busy yet comfy morning while living at Xavier's Mansion. Second chapter is a fun Summer evening - (this one is sooooo sweet 😭)

Play Pretend by Vinnies_Comfort_Corner - Scream (1996) - Kiddo!Reader, Flip!Stu, and CG!Billy - You and Stu play pretend while waiting for Billy to come home - (if you enjoy this one, make sure you check out their other regression fics!!! there's even one with a petreg puppy!reader!! and other horror media!!)

Red Stained Fingers by CyberToddler - Scream (1996) - Little!Reader, CG!Stu, and CG!Billy - Unorthodox sensory play with diy-ed fake blood, lol - (I also wrote this one 😅 it's sugary sweet, I promise, lol)

[hanjsquokka]

*ੈ🏴‍☠️‧₊˚ the sea of monsters.

3racha × fem!reader — badass pirate captain! reader, pirate thief! jisung, pirate! changbin, pirate! chan, greek & roman mythology au, enemies to lovers with a twist, childhood friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, slowburn, found family, poly relationship, pirate au, based on the myth of jason and the argonauts & the percy jackson series, fluff/angst/smut

⸻ 𝕿 he city was dying. the king could care less. you were the only hope in the midst of the cruel pirates that robbed your city of its glory. set aboard haven, you had one job- find the golden fleece to save your home or die trying. the only problem was, no one knew where the artifact disappeared after the fall of the romans. no one expect one extremely skilled and insufferably cocky thief whom you never wanted to see in your life again.

warnings — mature language, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual scenes (warnings in each chapter), sexism, harassment/assault, filthy pirates, mentions of many greek gods and heros from the myths, violence, gore, monsters from mythology, blood, death, past trauma, poly relationship between 3racha and reader, just very very very angsty and dark themes, if you like fluff and sunshine- this is not your cup of tea

word count — n/a

soundtrack — listen here

author's note — this series is my baby. i've been working on this since april. i love percy jackson, so this is a result of my long term obsession with the series. i've tried my very best to make things accurate according to the timeline in which the story is set (early 18th century) and the areas where it is set. this is all fiction, please remember that!!!

3racha are the loves of my life, and even though it was initially supposed to be only jisung (are we surprised? no), as i wrote, i saw so much potential in it being a poly relationship. lots of drama 🤭

and lastly thank you so much to my lovey mars ( @stayconnecteed ) for fueling my pjo au obsession.

*ੈ🏴‍☠️‧₊˚ chapters.

I. POSEIDON'S BLOOD

II. THE FRIVOLOUS THIEF

more chapters coming soon . . .

*ੈ🏴‍☠️‧₊˚ disclaimer.

→ this takes place in the early 18th century in the mediterranean countries following both greek and roman history. none of the places depicted have this kind of history- it is all fiction. i am not a sailor, i do not know the exact time it takes to travel the seas, i wrote this keeping in mind the convenience of the story- it is not accurate. the myths depicted are taken both from history and from the percy jackson series by rick riordon. please enjoy reading this as a story, do not come at me saying that something is incorrect or is historically inaccurate. i repeat, this is all fiction!!!!!!

→ while i know in the pjo series, there are some godly parents' children that do not have romantic relationships with each other because they're "related", keep in mind that the characters in this story are mostly legacies (descendants of demigods) and the gods do not have blood- so no dna, and it's my story so i can do whatever i want <3

→ there are mentions of other kpop idols in this.

→ these are all fictional characters with fictional personalities, they do not reflect on how they are in real life.

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[quercus-queer]

A Slice of a Normal Life au

Grace and Simon Edition... this ones long lmao:

They met at a train station as little kids and didn’t see each other again until high school

High school was rough for both of them and was really shitty in general so i’ll just leave that up to you but i’m starting with college

Grace ends up going to Juilliard and Simon feels betrayed because they were supposed to stick together no matter what 

Plus Grace lied about it and put off confronting the issue until right before she left but Simon already felt something was up and his abandonment issues and other problems pop off so he distanced himself from her and started being a dick (sorry they’re still codependent and problematic at this point) until Grace goes off on him

She leaves and Simon has a breakdown and ends up in a psych ward but he does finally get some actual help and diagnosis (the high school counselor was trash), he never reaches back out to Grace and skips town afterwards which really impacts Grace and she’s just like... bro... do i need therapy too? 

And then she actually seeks out a therapist with the intent to get better and does! She has pretty great time in college and makes actual friends in her dance program and ends up getting a girlfriend at some point... it was a long and pretty healthy relationship but ended on kinda bad terms, but she navigated her first relationship! Yay!

Simon is a dumbass and got with this girl he met while he was institutionalized... it didn’t go well but it was a relationship... it was like a few months long... but yeah... she also tells him to get a grip lol

I also changed my mind Simon doesn’t live with Samantha in high school, he tracks her down after his breakdown since he’s a legal adult and can do whatever he wants and lives with her and Frank afterwards

Simon starts working in a bookstore The Apex (its called that because they live on a mountain and its in the downtown of the city thats at the peak of the mountain) and actually really likes it and Samantha and Frank are good parental figures and he goes to actual therapy

There’s a little reading club for kids at the bookstore which is comprised of the Apex kids that he is in charge of now because the owner has her hands full (her, Simon, and a high school girl are like the only workers there)

Simon also gets a boyfriend he actually manages to keep and its a pretty good relationship and ends on relatively good terms since Simon’s actually getting therapy and has a good life set-up now so yay! He managed an actual relationship!

Samantha and Frank live in a cabin on this mountainous city btw which has a popular resort that Samantha manages and Frank is a chef there... it’s a very popular resort... a very common place for a retreat...

Grace and her dance crew in college take a trip there and she sees Simon and nearly dies, no seriously she was walking and then slipped and hit her head

She ends up in the hospital and her friends (she has actual good friends now) are like Grace what the fuck just happened you’re not that clumsy?

But you know who is? Simon, who is at the same hospital because Lucy from the kids club who is also a clumsy disaster got a fucking pencil in her eye and he had to drive her to the hospital

He sees Grace and doesn’t know whether to laugh cry or say hi so he just stares at her blankly like the dumbass he is and then leaves

Anyway, this kicks off a 200k mall-rats slowburn that goes harder than Tulips and Mikayla’s 

Grace doesn’t see him again until the next night when he’s in the lobby and he actually goes up to her and they talk because he had time to process it, they awkwardly talk... mostly sit though, and then Grace’s friends call her over and Simon quickly offers for her to come over another day

Grace doesn’t know what to do and her friends ask her whats up and convince her to go, not alone obviously Jennifer is gonna go with her to make sure she doesn’t get murdered 

Its awkward again, there’s small talk between Samantha, Frank, Jennifer and the two idiots and they play card games until Frank decides to finish up dinner and Jen ditches Grace because Frank is the coolest mf on the planet so Grace and Simon are alone again

They just sit there until Simon asks about her dance program and college and then they talk about that until Grace mentions her therapist and Simon’s like??? and Grace is like whoops and then they eat dinner and Grace and Jen leave

Simon goes by the resort more often but they don’t rlly talk until Grace is about to leave and Simon just apologizes for everything and Grace says she’s sorry too and Simon just doesn’t know how to respond to that so he’s like if you ever want to come back here I’ll be here

Grace does not know how to respond to that so she’s just like uhhh okay bye

The dance team comes back the following year and she sees Simon again and he’s like “sorry for fucking you up” and Grace is like “don’t give yourself so much credit I already needed therapy unless you forgot about the fact I had counseling right after you?” “I try to block out everything from before 19 tbh” “fair enough... I suppose there wasn’t much to want to remember huh” “I’m... I remember telling you, you were the best person I ever met and I meant that” Grace doesn’t know how to respond to that and then they don’t talk for the rest of the trip, they just wave at each other and smile in passing

The dance troupe grace joins after college goes on annual trips to the resort so Grace and Simon continue to have three conversations each year plus Jennifer makes sure a visit to Samantha’s and Frank’s happens

the yearning... the pining... WHEW its a lot and Samantha, Frank, and Grace’s entire dance troupe, plus the family that always vacations at the same time are SICK of it

They don’t even become close friends again until their late twenties. 

The kids club thinks Grace is amazing and Kai bases their whole look off of her

Mall-rats officially happens in their thirties and they get married in their forties

when I say slowburn i meant it

Idk where to put this: 

Samantha lost custody of Simon as a kid because of a hoarding problem she still struggles with but Simon is an adult now and him and Frank help keep her in check

Simon was with Samantha from a couple weeks after entering foster care and most of middle school

Samantha and Frank are actually just roommates 

Grace is like “so Samantha and Frank...?” “They’re roommates” “Simon... is that what they told you?” “well yeah, but they’re seriously just roommates” “ummmm...” “Grace they’re both gay” “OH”

Simon works at the bookstore his whole life and he loves it, Grace is a professional dancer, they’re both happy

They look the same as in canon except Simon can shave and Grace gets be the fashion icon she deserves 

Simon still cant dress so most of the time he just wears different sweaters he’s been given and alternates between his three pairs of jeans

[djpurple3]

I Just Keep Losing My Beat - A Remus Single Dad AU

hey so.. it’s here!! Howdy!! So... thus beginneth the Single Dad Remus AU. Now I have some initial chapters written so there might be fairly regular posting of the first few, but uh. Yeah. Here we are. This is going to be Long and Angsty and Mostly Remus POV, so if that doesn’t tickle your fancy, well, continue on your way. Oh yeah and all these have dumb chapter titles and i’m keeping all of them lmao. Also do NOT tag this as r*mr*m or i will steal your upper molars as you sleep. Thank you and enjoy.

Relationships: Platonic Creativitwins (they are good brothers). Eventual Intrulogical (doesn’t appear for a while tho). Characters: Remus Sanders (sympathetic, for those who care); Roman Sanders; kid!Deceit (called William) Sanders; kid!Virgil Sanders; Logan Sanders; kid!Patton Sanders; teen!Sleep/Remy; Emile Picani; OCs Genre: Human AU, Single Dad AU, Slowburn, hurt/comfort, both angst and fluff (look it’s long it has its moments) Chapter’s Wordcount: 3,295 words [it’s mostly under the cut] Chapter Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, some nondescript food mentions, Swearing, Mentions of Past Abuse, Mentions of Financial Hardship, - that’s all i can think of but send me an ask if i miss something.

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Chapter 1 awww mannn

Remus had literally no idea what he’d do without his brother. Because it was the smell that had woken him. The smell of dinner cooking. The dinner he was supposed to cook for his two boys. The dinner he hadn’t cooked, because he’d collapsed on the couch after a particularly stupid and stressfully long day at work – and had promptly fallen asleep.

Remus snapped awake with a shout, jolting so violently that he tumbled right off the sofa and landed with a heavy thump.

As he slowly levered himself off the floor, he heard laughter. Remus fought back his winces as his joints groaned and protested – he was getting to the stage where his body wasn’t particularly forgiving for pulling stunts like that. As he stood with his hands at his lower back and a soft groan, Remus stretched, before ambling towards the kitchen. His youngest son, Virgil, gurgled with laughter from his highchair and reached out to him with grabby hands. His eldest, William, giggled at him from his uncle’s side, ducking behind Roman when Remus pulled a face at him. “You rascals!” Remus exclaimed, heaving Virgil out of his highchair and resting him on his hip cheerfully, “you’re all laughing at me!” He booped Virgil’s nose to emphasise his point. The baby giggled at him. His brother cracked up too, booming laughter echoing around the tiny kitchen, laughter lines wrinkling in a most charming way that only Roman seemed to pull off. Remus tried to keep himself from touching the corners of his eyes with a frown. He didn’t really like the reminder that he was getting old.

It was a bit hard to ignore, Remus noted to himself as he leant on the bench casually and bounced little Virgil on his hip, seeing as he had to watch his identical twin age with him. All he had to do was look at Roman, make it ten times worse, add a moustache, and whabammo! That’s what he looked like.

Remus was the worse one of the two. That was how it’d always been.

William skipped up to him and wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, giving Remus the perfect opportunity to ruffle his hair enthusiastically, laughing as the boy tried to bat away the hand with a squeal. William was seven. That was a lot of years for a child to be. A lot of years that had gone far too quick for Remus’ liking. He was getting old. William grinned up at him, resting his bony little chin on Remus’ hip. “G’morning, Da!” Remus scoffed at him, scruffling his son’s hair again. “Good morning,” he echoed, lip curling. “It was an accident!” “A suspiciously well-timed accident,” Roman noted with a smirk. “I’m nearly done.” Remus shrugged, and stuck up his nose. “I have the range, darling.” Roman rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure you do,” he replied, turning back to the oven and hunkering down to peer through the grimey little oven window and check if dinner was done. He ignored the incoherent stream of faux-offended sounds that Remus produced, but glanced up with adoration in his eyes as Virgil started to mimic his dad with a similarly-pitched babble. Remus gasped in awe at his son, his face just melting with love. “Oh,” he cooed, poking at Virgil’s cheek ever-so-gently and making the little boy giggle again. “You do take after your da.” “Da!” Virgil echoed, face split in a wide grin. “Da, da, da, da!”

William pulled a face, before slipping out of from his father’s side and skipping out of the kitchen. “Can I watch the TV?” he asked. “Do you have homework, Will?” Remus called after him. “Done it!” William chirped back. “Can I watch Cartoon Network?” Remus shrugged. “Dinner’s ready in ten minutes,” Roman declared as he got back on his feet, and he tried to hide it but Remus could almost hear how his knees creaked. “You can until then.” “Thanks, Uncle Roman!”

Remus shook his head tiredly and just smiled, leaning in to rub noses with Virgil before carefully walking him back and placing his child back in the highchair. “Has he actually?” he asked, quieter. “Yeah,” Roman told him, leaning on the counter beside his brother. “I made him do it at the table so he wouldn’t get distracted.” Remus smiled again, but it was a little bitter. “...Sorry.” “No big,” Roman shrugged. “You had what, a morning shift and you were working all afternoon? And I bet you didn’t get lunch. The least you deserve is a nap.” Remus pursed his lips. “They’re not your kids to run around after, though,” he said quietly, the words out of his mouth before he registered whether or not he should really have said them. Roman raised one immaculate eyebrow at him. “At this point, they kind of are,” he joked, but his eyes were soft, silently asking what was on Remus’ mind. Remus tried to bite his lip to keep his thoughts back. “You’re better at this than me.” There. He said it. “At… what?” Roman frowned in confusion as he crouched down again to watch their dinner cook. “At cooking? Because I won’t argue with you there. But-” “At this whole,” Remus interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose to not let the pain on his face show too badly, “parent thing.” “Oh.” Roman looked up at him, before gesturing for Remus to come down to his level. Remus did, knees protesting all the way. “I’m not wrong, am I?” “I’d say that you are. Wrong, that is,” Roman replied softly. Remus shook his head. He sat on the tiles slowly, his entire body aching from being on his feet all day. Roman glanced between the oven and his brother, before joining him on the floor. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,” he said. Remus laughed a little at that. “Bullshit,” he stated. “Language!” Roman chided him jokingly. “We have young ears in the kitchen!” They both looked at Virgil, who kicked his feet against his highchair excitedly and watched them with bright eyes. “Boo-shi!”

Remus howled with laughter as Roman’s smile dropped into shock horror. “Remus!” he gasped. “Your eighteen-month-old son is swearing!” Remus tried to reply. He really did. But couldn’t choke out the words past his cackles. “Remus! It’s not funny!” Roman exclaimed, rising to his feet. “We can’t send him to preschool with an artillery of swearwords!” “What do you mean, we can’t?” Remus gasped for air, wiping tears from his eyes as he got to his feet, leaning on Roman’s shoulder. “That’s the best idea ever! Oh, I’m so fucking proud.” Roman grabbed the spatula off the bench and whacked him in the head with it.

Remus sat his family around the table, sitting beside Virgil and feeding him his delightful dinner of baby mush as Roman set plates down, calling William over from his spot on the floor in front of the TV. Dinner was pleasant, better than the usually bland meals Remus would make. He just never had enough left in him at the end of the day for that flair that giving food good flavour actually required. Still, William didn’t complain, and Virgil wasn’t at the solid-foods-stage yet. Roman complained, because Roman was good at that.

Remus felt a twist of guilt at every fearful glance that William shot Roman’s way when his uncle complained. He knew all the words in the world wouldn’t make up for all the damage, but he was very careful to never shout, never raise his voice, never bang his fists on the table. Instead, he laughed along and bantered back, joked and smiled and tried to show it was okay that it was bad, and that it was okay to say that it was bad. William was beginning to open up again. He even heard him laugh. That put a warmth in Remus’ chest. He must be doing something right, then.

When dinner was done, Remus went and put Virgil to bed with a bedtime story, whilst Roman and William watched Steven Universe together. Roman had just got William hooked, and was enjoying re-watching it with very enthusiastic company (William’s favourite character so far was Peridot). He could hear Roman singing along from downstairs as he tucked Virgil in, cooing softly as the baby squirmed under the blankets. “Sog!” Virgil pouted, pudgy hand pointing out the door, at the music. “Sog!” “You want a song, do you?” Remus repeated softly. “Song?” “Sog!” “That’ll do,” he smiled, before scrunching his brow in thought. “A song…” He wasn’t as good a singer as Roman. His voice was far scratchier and grating. Virgil’s lip wobbled dangerously. “It’s okay!” Remus immediately cooed, letting Virgil grab his finger in his little fist. “I’ll sing you a song.” He just zoned in on what Roman was singing downstairs. “Life and death and love and birth,” he whisper-sung, trying not to garner too much attention from his brother but he didn’t need the baby to cry as he was trying to get him to sleep, “and peace and love on the planet Earth.” Virgil withdrew the threat of tears with a sleepy smile. “Is there anything that’s worth more than peace and love on the planet Earth?” It took a solid three or four times through the song before Virgil drifted off to sleep, Remus’ finger still in his tiny little grasp.

Remus had wandered downstairs after Virgil had gone to sleep to find Roman sitting on the floor in front of the TV, cross-legged, with his nephew in his lap, both cheering excitedly at a particularly dramatic fight scene. He found himself pausing on the stairs, watching them with a tender smile. It was absolutely fascinating - and honestly, quite endearing - how Roman hadn’t lost that childish enthusiasm, even after all this time. And Roman had managed to bring it out of that pit where William had had to bury his away. Remus leant on the bannister and found himself wondering where his own… innocence, he supposed, went. His face fell. He shouldn’t lie to himself; he knew exactly where it went. He forced down the bitterness and forced himself to smile. Roman was lucky enough to have held onto his. Sure, it made him naive - hopelessly, annoyingly so, sometimes, but Remus couldn’t help but envy that. He was glad Roman had enough hope for the two of them.

Deciding he probably shouldn’t loiter in the dark any longer, Remus ambled down the last few stairs, and the creak caused William’s head to snap towards him. At the sight of his dad, his face split into a huge grin. “Da, Da, Da, look!” he called, pointing to the screen. “Look at all the Rubies which just showed up!” “They’re gonna play baseball!” Roman tacked on, causing William to giggle. “Like all good alien diplomats should.” “What’s a diplomat?” As Roman found a satisfactory answer, Remus came over and sat on the couch, some distance behind them. “Why’re you boys sitting so close to the TV?” he asked. “Surely it’s bad for your eyes.” “I can’t see it if I don’t,” William said dismissively, turning back to the screen. Remus rubbed his face. “Did you book the optometrist’s like I asked, Roman?” Roman blinked, before flicking his temple in frustration. “I forgot,” he groaned. “I knew there was something I forgot.” “What’s an optome… optometre…” William tried to sound out the word. “An optometrist is an eye doctor,” Remus jumped in with the explanation. “They figure out whether people need to wear glasses to make their eyes work better or not.” “Oh,” William screwed up his face. “Sounds scary.” “It’s really not,” Roman said. “Well, not as scary as me!” And he wrapped his arms around the boy and fell backwards onto the floor with a fake roar, tickling at his sides and laughing as William squealed in delight, squirming to get out of his grip. “Boys, please,” Remus said with a laugh. “You’ll wake Virgil up.” William blew a raspberry at that, but Roman let him go with overexaggerated reluctance. “Oh, alright, alright,” he groaned, trying to sit up, but he only got so far before Remus could see the shift on his face, and Roman just slumped back onto the floor instead. “Uncle Roman,” William stated, deadpan, poking Roman’s cheek. “Get up.” “Nah,” Roman sighed, closing his eyes and making a show of snuggling into the carpet. “I might sleep down here tonight.” William’s head shot up to Remus, and his eyes were wide. “Is he allowed to do that?!” he gaped, the shock on his face palpable. Remus heaved himself to his feet off the broken, old sofa that was far too low for his liking, and stood over his brother and his son, hands on his hips. “Of course he’s allowed to do it,” he answered, softly but firmly. “But if he does, he will be very sore when he wakes up in the morning. Floors aren’t made to be slept on, you know.” William sat back, satisfied with the answer and the realisation that they weren’t in trouble. “C’mon, Uncle Roman, you don’t want to be sore,” he said, holding out a hand. Roman looked between Remus and William, before making a show of taking William’s hand, and then not leaning on his nephew to get up anyway. “Oh, I’m getting too old for this,” he grumbled under his breath. Remus picked William up, and swung him back and forth like a teenager might swing their cat, letting his legs dangle as William giggled, before it turned into a yawn. “My, my,” Remus tutted, shifting William until he was resting on his hip, like how he held Virgil. “My little rattlesnake’s all worn out, huh?” “Uh huh,” William mumbled, burying his face in Remus’ worn old green shirt. “You wanna finish that episode tomorrow?” “Uh huh.” “You wanna go to bed now?” “Uh huh.” Remus shunted him a little higher on his hip and placed a kiss on his forehead. “You need help?” William didn’t reply for a moment, before nodding, very small. “Okay,” Remus nodded back. “Let’s go.” Roman watched them go, watched Remus carry William up the stairs, humming him a quiet little tune, and wondered how on earth Remus could think he was a bad father.

Remus made sure William was all tucked up in bed, with the blankets up to his chin (just the way he liked it) and in his favourite pajamas, which had little, yellow, cartoon snakes all over them. Roman had given them as a birthday present - claimed he’d found them in a thrift store somewhere. Remus had a funny feeling that Roman’d had them made (and for the last time, Roman, that sort of thing was expensive) because they were just perfect. He dug out one William’s favourite toys, a shiny, light green T-Rex fondly named Dino, out from where he’d fallen under the bed, and Remus pretended to make Dino try and eat William for a moment, before tucking the dinosaur in next to his son. “Alright,” he cooed, placing a kiss on William’s forehead, and then one on Dino’s. “Sleep well, you two. And Dino? You better look after him, or you’re fired.” Remus covered his mouth, and moved Dino’s arm to signal it was Dino speaking. “Rawr!” the toy exclaimed. “I will eat all the bedbugs in the sheets and the bats in the closet!” “Excellent,” Remus nodded. “All good, rattlesnake?” William smiled sleepily at him, and wrapped an arm around the dinosaurs middle with a little ‘mm hmm.’ “Goodnight, Will.” “G’nigh’ Da.” Remus made sure William’s night light was still functioning, before he tiptoed from the room and closed the bedroom door behind him as quietly as he could.

He stuck his head into Virgil’s room to double check that he was still sleeping like a baby (and fortunately, he was, so that simile held up for another day), before standing in the middle of the corridor and rubbing his face tiredly. He’d never be able to sleep off this bone-deep exhaustion, would he? He’d get tireder and tireder until he would probably fall asleep at the steering wheel or something and crash and kill his whole family and- He shook his head violently. He didn’t want to entertain that thought, he didn’t.

He didn’t realise Roman was behind him until a hand was on his back and Remus stiffened, going silent, before he figured out who it was. “You need to sleep,” Roman said softly, and there was sympathy in his eyes. “You need to, as well,” Remus grumbled. “Aren’t you finally meeting a publisher tomorrow?” “It’s in the afternoon,” Roman shrugged dismissively. “Roman,” Remus raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you tell me when to go to bed?” Roman snarked lightly. “Since I had to start looking after three children,” Remus snarked right back. “Go to bed, you half-laced marching boot.” Roman laughed at that, bumping his hip against Remus’ as he passed him. Their bedroom doors were opposite each others - just like when they were kids. Remus wandered slowly down to his room as Roman went to enter, but found himself lingering in the doorway. “Re?” His voice was soft in the dead night air. Remus smiled at the sound. “Yeah, Ro?” Roman leant on his doorframe and observed his brother. “You okay?” he whispered. “You look like shit.” Remus snorted at that. “Thanks, bro,” he snarked with a roll of his eyes. Roman folded his arms. “You know what I mean,” he corrected firmly. “You doing okay?” Remus rubbed his face again. “I’m... stressed,” he said, and it wasn’t a lie, because, well, it was part of the truth. “You know how it is.” Roman frowned, his flawless face crinkling with wrinkles as he did. “Remember, Re,” he said softly, and his tone made Remus wrap his arms around himself and try not to shiver, “if you need to talk about anything, you know where to find me.” “I sure do,” he replied without enthusiasm. “Remus.” He rubbed his face again, rubbed at the crow’s feet around his eyes and the rough stubble along his jaw and the large bags under his eyes and sighed. “I do,” he replied, more gently, more genuine, this time. “A-and, same.” When he pulled back his hands, he saw that Roman was smiling at him. He couldn’t fight down the smile that touched his own lips at the sight of that. “Goodnight, Ro.” “Goodnight, Re.” “I hope you sleep awfully.” “I hope you sleep worse.” They blew a raspberry at each other, before closing their doors in unison.

Remus chuckled to himself, digging his phone out of his pocket and double checking his alarms were set. He plugged his phone in to charge, and lingered over his desk with a pen in hand to capture any stray, last-minute thoughts that he needed for tomorrow. Book eye appointment for Will went on the list. Go grocery shopping - running low on toothpaste went on the list. Eat lunch for real this time went on the list. Elastigirl but everytime she stretches an accordion sound plays was scrawled on the bottom. It wasn’t exactly relevant, but it was entertaining. He figured that maybe Morning Remus would get a kick out of it. If Morning Remus remembered to check his desk. Remus tapped his lip with his pen for another moment more, before setting it down. Couldn’t think of anything else. Today was over. He shucked off his shoes and pants, before realising that was all the clothes he could be bothered to shed; and collapsed into bed, still socked (among other things) and... zonked right out immediately.

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Got tagged by @machidielontheway! Thank you Machie ♥

bold which of the following trope within each pair that you like best! (or if you dislike both, whichever you hate the least)

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

And I tag the usual people bc yes, @whiskerin @lickkaballs @notsuchasecret @ezzydean @ma-je-s-capharnaum ! (of course, you don’t have to do it, it’s all up to you)

And because I can’t seem to ever shut up, more details on my choices under a cut \o/ (... if the cut doesn’t work for you, I’m sorry this is long)

I preface this by saying that my mind is literally 99,9999% Dimitri/Felix at all times now, so some of these answers are definitely influenced by that lmao

slowburn or love at first sight: that’s not a mistake. I like both tropes, but I especially like love at first sight that’s never acted on it until years later; love at first sight that pushes a character to just, become the most loyal and supportive friend ever to the character they love

fake dating or secret dating: Secret dating is such a treat, especially when they’re trying so hard not to be found out but the truth is, they’re a lot more suspicious when trying not to be suspicious than when they weren’t (especially when most everyone thought they were dating long before that)

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers: I mean, it depends on the ship,really?? I usually take the dynamic I’m given in canon haha 

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence: the only one bed is a classic

hurt/comfort or amnesia: Most amnesia tropes make me feel uncomfortable, so easy choice :’) (also many of my ships usually end up fitting “hurt/comfort” very well. help.)

fantasy au or modern au: I don’t have much interest for modern AUs :O I like fantasy AUs more by far!!

mutual pining or domestic bliss: both are good. very good. But I suppose the domestic bliss feels Better after a very long period of mutual pining :3c

smut or fluff: doesn’t feel right to choose when really, it depends on what I’m looking for at the moment? And most of the time it ends up being fluffy smut anyway :’) (but........... angsty smut good too.......... as a treat.....)

canon-compliant or fix-it: ... can’t we just have canon-compliant-ish fix-its? (i chose one just to choose one but i really don’t know which one i’d like “best” lmao)

reincarnation or character death: i don’t like reincarnation AUs that much, and Dimilix has precipitated me into angst territory so, I’ll be bawling my eyes out but I’ll read the damned character death fics

one-shot or multi-chapter: i dont really see the point of that one bc both are good??? and both can be either short or long so??? I bolded one-shot only bc one-shot are completed by their very nature lmao

kid fic or road trip fic: be it “they have a kid now” or “one/all of them turned into a kid/aged down” , yes (...... for Dimilix i’d die to see a fic with baby!Felix being a crybaby again and so different from the Felix they all know and Dimitri’s just like “... must protect..............”)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage: yes.

high school romance or middle-aged romance: I honestly don’t care for ages? Like, each period of life can lead to different experiences, so if anything, both are interesting?

time travel or isolated together: I don’t like time travel in general so, easy choice again :’)

neighbors or roommates: both are nice but I feel like neighbors allows for more “learning about each other slowly”? idk

sci-fi au or magic au: magic. forever and always magic.

body swap or genderbend: i just.... really like genderbend.......... (but I did attempt to write two body swap fics and the first one of them decided me on the fact that I much prefer when the body swap isn’t being hidden)

angst or crack: i have trouble with crack, and also I like suffering when I read about two(or more) idiots in love

apocalyptic or mundane: I’m not really interested in apocalyptic stuff?

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chapter 17 of love is the only thing we can carry with us (kristanna slowburn/angsty but cute/no magic au, rated t) is up!

next chapter // all chapters

It was October before he could bring himself to open the door. He’d tended the garden almost every day. Anna had been right; the sunflowers were as tall as he was. He’d doubted that they would grow at all, at first, but she had known, somehow, or maybe made it happen through sheer stubbornness, the whole-hearted devotion she offered to everything she loved that made even the most impossible things grow.

“Look at you, baby,” he whispered, his fingers trembling as he brushed them over a golden petal. “Look what you can do.”

chapter 17: another two months

“Anna! Anna!”

Kristoff hadn’t moved since the carriage had pulled away. He could see it now in the  foothills, already halfway back to the city. He knew she was still watching, too, though she would have lost sight of him as soon as they’d turned into the forest.

Olaf came skidding up the path, stumbling over a loose stone. Kristoff caught him before he could fall, but the boy was out of his grasp and running down the path as soon as he was steady on his feet again. “Anna! I didn’t say goodbye!”

He let the boy go, watched him run a few more yards before he sat down on the grass and began to sob, pulling his knees up to his chest and hiding his face. Kristoff walked over then and scooped him up. He was nearly too big to be lifted that easily; he was about to turn eight, the same age Kristoff had been when he first met Anna, when he had seen her crying and knew he couldn’t bear to leave her alone.

“She’ll come back and visit, buddy,” he lied, carrying the child back home. “She’d miss you too much, otherwise.” 

Olaf accepted this without question, calming down enough to be set down and walk beside Kristoff the rest of the way back to his grandfather’s house. For a moment, Kristoff almost envied him; he was still young enough that, though he would miss his friend, over time she would fade from his memories into a fond but faint impression of a particularly memorable summer.

For him, it wouldn’t be so easy; he knew he would wake up every morning for a long, long time reaching across the bed, awaking from a dream and expecting to find her there. It was a price he was glad to pay. 

—

He knew, of course, that some people turned to drink in times like these. He bought a bottle of liquor and tried it himself one stormy night when he couldn’t sleep for fear that Anna might be out there somewhere caught in the rain.

It had eventually put him to sleep, but he’d still woken up with a blinding headache, his heart pounding as he’d jolted out of a dream about her being out there alone, caught in the wind and rain and unable to find her way back home. He’d take the sleepless nights over that in a heartbeat.

Kristoff forced down a glass of water and a hunk of bread; he’d heard his grandfather prescribe that same remedy more than once to the young people who had a little too much to drink after a festival and showed up at his door convinced they were dying. It helped enough that he was able to make his way out of his cabin and towards the hill, wincing in the bright September sunlight. 

He could hear her in the back of his mind all the way up the hill, could still see her worried blue eyes as she’d laid next to him, sharing a pillow, so close their noses brushed against each other.

“Kristoff?”

He was stroking her hair, memorizing the way the strands slipped like water through his fingers. “What is it?”

“Will you still take care of the sunflowers? Please?”

His heart broke for the thousandth time that day. “Of course, baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

“The first one bloomed this morning.” A tear ran down her cheek, glimmering in the moonlight. He brushed it away like he had the rest  and left his hand there on her cheek, cradling it. “I wish I could be here to see all the others.”

“I wish you could, too.”

He crested the hill and strode immediately behind the house. He’d seen the storm clouds rolling in last night and hurried over here as soon as he’d gathered what he needed. The tarp had held up pretty well, all things considered; only one of the stakes had been knocked out of place. Kristoff rushed over and yanked the canvas away, relief washing over him when he saw that the flowers were still okay underneath. Two more had bloomed, even in the middle of the storm. He took it as a good omen; he’d had far too few of those in recent days. 

—-

“Kristoff?”

“Yeah, Grandpapa?”

The old man shifted from one foot to the other, unusually reticent. “I know you’re still in the midst of the ice season, but I was wondering if you’d mind helping me out again on your off days, if that’s not a problem.”

“Of course not. Whatever you need.”

His grandfather took a deep breath. “The…cottage. It still needs a caretaker. Someone has to go and cover the furniture, finish boxing up anything that was left behind.”

Kristoff gripped the back of a chair to steady himself, hoping the motion was inconspicuous. “Okay.” 

“There’s no rush, really, take your time. You don’t have to go right away.”

He didn’t respond, still feeling suddenly off-balance. Grandpapa came over then, clasping his shoulder. “I…thought you might want to do it yourself. It helps, sometimes, to go back through the good memories. But if you don’t–”

Kristoff shook his head emphatically. “No. I’ll do it.”

His grandfather nodded in return, beginning to pull away, but then suddenly looked up at him again, sorrow in his eyes. “I’m sorry, you know, for what I said at the beginning. And I’m sorry that it ended this way. I thought perhaps there was a chance that…”

He trailed off, and Kristoff nodded, a numbness creeping over him now that the initial shock had worn off. “Me, too.”

—–

On clear days, when he was higher up the mountain, he could see all the way down to the castle. He let his mind wander some days when he was too exhausted to keep his thoughts in check, found himself wondering what this prince was like, if he loved her, if maybe someday Anna would grow to love him in return. Maybe she, at least, might get a happy ending after all.

He closed his eyes, letting himself remember her again, the way he’d teased her in the early days about her happy ever afters. Six cats, she’d insisted, and he’d asked her what will you name them all?

“I was thinking I’d name some of them after characters in my favorite books,” she’d said dreamily. “A Beatrice for sure, and a tabby named Jim Hawkins. And I always wanted a white one named Snowball.”

He’d looked over at her then; they were lying down on opposite sides of a blanket, up at their favorite little pond again. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?”

She’d nodded, eyes sparkling as she met his gaze.

“What’s your prince going to be like, then?”

She didn’t look away from him, but something in her eyes changed. It made him feel suddenly unsteady, the way he did when he was at the peak of the mountain and looked down at the vast world below. “I’m not sure anymore,” she’d whispered, a little smile blooming on her face, and he’d had to fight to keep himself from pulling her to him right then.

He wished now that he had. Maybe if he’d loved her sooner, for longer, that would have changed things; maybe then it would have been enough for her to stay.

—-

It was October before he could bring himself to open the door. He’d tended the garden almost every day. Anna had been right; the sunflowers were as tall as he was. He’d doubted that they would grow at all, at first, but she had known, somehow, or maybe made it happen through sheer stubbornness, the whole-hearted devotion she offered to everything she loved that made even the most impossible things grow. 

“Look at you, baby,” he whispered, his fingers trembling as he brushed them over a golden petal. “Look what you can do.”

He drew his hand back, forcing himself to turn and go, to step over the threshold for the first time since the night it had all fallen to pieces. For one heart-stopping second, he thought he caught a whiff of tea brewing on the stove, thought he heard Anna’s little footsteps pattering above him, rushing down to greet him; then he blinked and was left with nothing but the dust.

The kitchen was first, wiping down the table and stove and covering them both over with white sheets, as gently as if they were shrouds. Next was the living room; the plaid blanket had been left thrown haphazardly over the arm of a chair, and he picked it up tenderly, folding it into a neat square before pressing his nose to it. Whether he was imagining it or not, he didn’t care; he could smell her in it, black tea and cinnamon filling his senses once more, like they had that last night together when she had fallen into his arms, dizzy with love and grief and leaning on him even as he was falling, too.

He set it down carefully on the sofa, like he was leaving it ready for the next time it rained and they spent the whole afternoon lying there, kissing and talking and kissing again, all tangled up in each other, and then he covered that over, too, covered everything downstairs until he turned around and could see no trace of her.

He headed upstairs, remembering the weight of her in his arms as he’d brought her up here to tuck her in. She’d left the bed unmade, as she always did, and he smoothed the blankets, straightened the sheets, fluffed the pillows, leaving it all ready, just in case. 

He opened the wardrobe to check for cobwebs and froze. The dress was still hanging there, the blue one she’d worn the night of the summer festival, just as delicate and beautiful as he’d remembered. 

Marieke had loaned her that one on purpose; she’d told Kristoff so, taken him aside the day before the festival. “You still have that blue vest, right?” she’d asked.

“Only one I’ve got,” he’d said, raising an eyebrow, and she’d left him with a wink.

He took the dress from its hanger, intending to fold it so he could carry it back with him, but the moment the soft fabric slid over his palm, he could feel her again, could feel the warmth of her waist against his hand as they’d danced, the way she’d held onto him with those little fingers, barely half the size of his; he remembered the sound of her voice as she’d asked him not to let go, not to leave her, the way she’d fallen asleep leaning against him, the way she’d trusted him so deeply, knowing he would always be there to see her safely home.

A sob wracked him then; he leaned against the wall, trying to find support, but his knees were too wobbly to stay upright, and he slid to the floor, still clutching the dress in his hands. He hadn’t let himself cry like this, determined to be strong for Anna even when she was gone. This sorrow, this grief that hollowed his bones, this was what he’d always tried to protect her from, even the first night they had met. You were crying, and you were scared, and you were alone. And I had to do something– that’s what he’d told her, and he hoped desperately that wherever she was she had forgotten about him, had moved on, that she wasn’t alone in this, too.

—

Olaf found him one day in the last week of October standing at the perimeter of the garden, fists clenched as he realized that it was futile. The sunflowers were heavy with seeds, drooping forward, most of their petals lost; he’d kept them alive as long as he could, but they were past saving now. 

The little boy, already wise beyond his years, had reached up, taken his hand. “They’ll be okay, Kris.”

“Thanks, buddy, but I think these ones are done.”

Olaf shook his head. “No, you don’t get it.”

He’d stepped forward, shaking one of the flowers until a few seeds fell into his palm, leaving the stem bent at a strange angle. Kristoff gritted his teeth, even as Olaf held up the palmful of seeds to him. “See?” he’d said, eyes shining.

“I see.”

The boy huffed in irritation. “No, you don’t. It’s what Anna taught me. She said she liked this kind of flower best because they always come back. They’re never really gone, you just take the seeds and then next year, you can plant even more. So it’s not goodbye, it’s see you again next summer.”

Kristoff held out his own palm, and Olaf tilted his hand, letting the seeds fall into it. “Maybe we can plant them with Anna if she comes to visit in the spring again,” he said, hopeful, and Kristoff nodded, the sudden lump in his throat making it hard to speak.

Olaf wiped his hands on his pants and pulled out an envelope from his pocket. “Anyway, I came up here to bring you this. The mailman brought it to Grandpapa’s house by mistake.”

Kristoff took the letter, flipping it over. The royal seal of Arendelle was stamped on the back. Hardly daring to believe it, he tore the envelope open and pulled the enclosed card out.

He ran his finger around the gilded edges, nausea rising in him as he read the text, over and over. It was an invitation, on behalf of the kingdoms of Arendelle and the Southern Isles, to a ball, celebrating the upcoming wedding of Princess Anna and Prince Hans. What kind of cruel joke was this? He started to crumple it in his fist, but Olaf cried out, reaching up to stop his hand.

“Don’t!” the boy exclaimed. “There’s something on the back.”

Kristoff turned it over, eyes widening as he read the hastily written message, done in a spidery hand. “Olaf– come with me. I’ll drop you off before I go,” he said, already running towards the stable and Sven.

“Where are you going?” the boy called after him, giving chase.

“To Arendelle!”

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RP Masterlist

Plots. Prompts. AUs. Tropes. What have you.

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Please know this: These will be updated from time to time! Many of these plots I’ve worked hard on and am eager to try out. Yes, a lot of them are romantic or darkly romantic -- sorry. Most of these can be altered to fit whatever we want. Some of them will be pretty hard to RP, I recognize. Whoops! Plenty of these can be really angsty, dark, and well -- hopefully we can have some fun with that.

                                                         Plots.

“Take it Back” // Pink Floyd Post-Apocalyptic AU Ten or so years after the Zombie Outbreak.

“The Scout.”

1.) Muse A is from a well secured township and is sent to scout as to why its sister location has gone radio silent. They run into Muse B on the way. Do they work together and travel to the sister location or is Muse B the reason the sister location is down?

1.2) If Muse B is the cause of the fall of the sister location, why? What were the reasons? What happened behind closed doors of that township?

“Supplies.”

2.) Muse A is on a supply run and runs into Muse B. Do they decide to band together for survival or do they fight for the supplies Muse A has found? 2.1.) Muse A is on a supply run and runs into Muse B. Muse B is wounded and Muse A manages to rescue and heal Muse B. Do they stick together afterwards or does Muse B skip town?

2.2) Muse B tells Muse A of their plans to go to a place that is claimed to be some sort of sanctuary by someone on the radio they’ve found. Muse A decides to accompany Muse B. Is it truly sanctuary or is there something rotten afoot?

“Provisions.”

3.) Muse B is caught by Muse A for hoarding rations and keeping more than their fair share. In a desperate attempt to keep Muse A from outing them and potentially being ejected from the group, Muse B confides in them that they’re pregnant and unsure of how they’re going to be able to survive with a child and so have kept extras for future use.

3.1) Muse A decides to kick it up a notch and has quickly placed themselves at Muse A’s side and vows to fulfill whatever roles Muse B needs, spouse, parent, provider, etc.

“Just a peek.” Life Could Be A Dream // The Crew-Cuts

1.) Muse B gets a furtive glance of the future. They see a fulfilling, wonderful life with Muse A -- kids, house, stability, true love, real happiness. Do they want it? Is this something they’ve dreamt of? Is it something they want with Muse A? Or is it something they never considered before? Something they never wanted at all? Do they pursue it or do they fight it? 

1.2) Muse B and Muse A do not get along or are enemies. What changes in Muse B’s behaviour after seeing the vision or do they maintain their stance?

1.3) Muse B got the vision wrong -- and it is not their future with Muse A but instead Muse C’s. Do they attempt to take it for themselves or let it go?

“Pack it up.” Send Me On My Way // Rusted Root

1.) The muses have to live with each other for some reason or another despite not liking each other. They’ve got to make it work. The apartment is cramped with only one bathroom. It’s up to them to make it into a cozy home. The muses must decorate and furnish their new apartment. To the shopping centers they go! 1.2) Muse A has been standoffish, cold towards Muse B for whatever reasons until they see Muse B do mundane, domestic, pedestrian things and finds themselves quickly falling for them. 1.3) Muse B has been nursing a crush on Muse A but due to Muse A’s standoffish nature towards them, they never let their feelings be known.

“If you go, I’ll stay. If you come back, I’ll be right here.” Where’s My Love // SYML Reincarnation!AU 

1.) The muses have spent every lifetime together, whether they know it or not. From their first incarnation, throughout every era, they have found each other, fought for each other, and loved each other. They’ve belonged together in any form. This time, it’s different… Muse A remembers all their past lives with Muse B. They know that they’re missing Muse B in this lifetime -- where are they?

1.2) Muse B is with someone else and it’s up to Muse A to win them back. Do they tell them of their past lives? How are they going to get the love of their lives back to where they belong: with them?

“Funnel cake madness.” Younger // Tony Anderson

1.) The muses go to the carnival! Rides, food, fireworks, and showing off at the games to win each other stuffed animals.

“Someone to stay.” Amnesia!AU Crimson and Clover // Tommy James and the Shondells

1.) Muse A suffers from amnesia and must rely on Muse B for just about everything.

1.2) Dark! Muse A actually doesn’t know Muse B and Muse B chooses to falsify memories and a whole life together with Muse A.

“absentia” The Night We Met // Lord Huron

1.) Muse A suddenly vanishes but no one is talking about it. Muse B is absolutely panicked over this as Muse A is special to them. But no one even recalls Muse A and think Muse B is losing it. Was Muse A even real or were they someone Muse B created to deal with trauma? Looking through photos and videos, there is no Muse A. When Muse B is about to accept that Muse A was never real… they find an old wallet photo of Muse A and Muse B together.

1.2) Muse B has a choice. Show others of this proof of Muse A or keep it hidden. Who is in on Muse A’s vanishing and erasure of their life? How will Muse B get them back? How far will they go to reclaim what’s theirs?

“Operation: Romance their pants off.” Fake Date!AU Tonight You Belong To Me // Patience and Prudence

1.) Muse A goes to Muse B to help them woo Muse C. Muse B is secretly in love with Muse A but they just want them to be happy, so they suck it up, and help Muse A.

1.2) Muse A decides the best way to get Muse C’s attention is through jealousy and convinces Muse B to fake date them.

1.3) Eventually it comes to light as to what Muse A is up to. Muse A made a move on Muse C and Muse C wants to know why Muse A is trying to cheat on Muse B. Muse A fesses up to what’s been happening and Muse C laughs it off and accidentally outs Muse B’s romantic feelings towards Muse A.

1.4) OR -- Muse A begins developing feelings for Muse B as they fake date and they have to figure out a way to stop fake-dating and start real-dating.

“Oh, god. It’s you.” Mr. Sandman // SYML

1.) Muse B does a summoning spell to locate their one true love. Muse A appears. These two do not get along. Confusion is had.

1.2) Muse A wants to know what the spell was. Muse B refuses to say.

1.3) Bonus. Muse B has done the spell wrong and now Muse A cannot go too far from them, forcing them to live together, work together, etc. Muse B starts to see why they’re their true love in the pedestrian, domestic, everyday things they witness Muse A doing.

“Second chances.” Mona

1.) After a one night stand, Mona doesn’t think she’s going to see Muse B ever again -- until she finds out she’s pregnant. Having fertility issues, she sees this as a second chance and seeks out Muse B to tell them she is keeping the offspring whether they want to be a part of it or not.

1.2) Muse B wants to be a part of the pregnancy and the child’s life, and so Mona moves in with them to give the relationship a shot, platonic or otherwise. 

“The Guy in the American Flag Onesie.” Josette

1.) Freshly new to this dimension, Jo attempts to settle into a typical terran life. But she’s no idea who all these heroes are. Watching the news at a diner, she cracks a joke about not knowing who Captain America is.

1.2) Overhearing this, someone sits down across from her, and tells her just who Captain America is -- from Steve Rogers himself.

                                                       AUs.

Grease Arranged Marriage Mermaid Fake Date Bodyguard Fake Engagement Love Potion Undercover Couple Wrongfully Convicted/Hiding from the Law College High School Soulmates [ fave ] Zombie Reincarnation Amnesia Time Traveling Roommates Forced Roommates Suddenly Parents Royalty (Victorian, Elizabethan, Medieval, Modern, etc) Spies Assassins Werewolf/Vampire ABO Yandere

                                                      Pairings.

Bad Guy/Good Girl Good Guy/Bad Girl Bad Guy/Bad Girl Neighbors Friends to lovers Friends with benefits to lovers Love at first sight Enemies to lovers Hero/Villain Hero/Civilian Hero/Antihero Villain/Civilian Teacher/Student Age Gap [legal!] Supernatural Creature/Human Supernatural Creature/Supernatural Creature Friends to enemies to lovers

                                       Prompts // Tropes.

Friends to enemies to lovers.

Magic Made Me Do It!

reverse fake dating: very in love couple has to pretend they’re not actually together.

Seasonal Things: Carving pumpkins, going on hayrides, going to haunted houses, trick ‘r treating, gift shopping, skiing, camping, hanging up Christmas lights, etc.

Mutual Pining. [ fave ]

The hero and villain falling in love.

Slowburn. [ f a v e ]

soft/hard: basically where one character is cold, ruthless, driven, and other is kind, forgiving, and gentle. Just complete opposites. How the cold one can be merciless to everyone else except the one person they love and how fiercely loyal and loving they are towards that person. On the flip side, the soft person soothes the cold one and has a way to make them feel truly happy, truly at peace for the first time in their lives. [ f a v e ]

Grungy, rogue, uncivilized Muse A and the proper, tidy, law-abiding Muse B falling in love with one another.

Opposites attract.

Blind dates.

Age differences.

Height differences.

You bonded with my kid and now we’re kind of a couple. [ fave ] // my kid adopted the quiet loner at the park and now I kinda have a boyfriend. [ fave ]

Mistaken identity. Shy muse and outgoing muse.

                                                       Songs.

I Found // Amber Run Into Dust // Mazzy Star Take it Back // Pink Floyd Coming Back to Life // Pink Floyd High Hopes // Pink Floyd Show Me Love // Laura Mvula Your Way Is The Way Home // Tired Pony Younger // Tony Anderson Tonight You Belong To Me // Patience and Prudence Mr. Sandman // SYML Where is my love? // SYML Body // SYML Life Could Be A Dream // The Crew-Cuts Be My Baby // The Ronettes yes to heaven // Lana Del Rey Crimson and Clover // Tommy James and the Shondells Crazy On You // Heart The Night We Met // Lord Huron Send Me On My Way // Rusted Root Where Is My Mind? // Pixies Someone to Stay // Vancouver Sleep Clinic Night Moves // Bob Seger Nights In White Satin // The Moody Blues Bad Blood // Neil Sedaka & Elton John Rocket Man // Elton John To Build a Home // The Cinematic Orchestra You // The Pretty Reckless I'm On Fire // Bruce Springsteen When the Night is Over // Lord Huron Hurts Like Hell // Fleurie

If anything here catches your interest, hit me up! I also have a discord I don’t mind sharing. :)

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FANFIC TROPES

I was tagged by @emospritelet <3 <3

I would like to thank her for including me in this little exercise, it's made me think about a lot of things, so... as per usual, I'm bending the rules.  Oh, I'll  (try and) choose one over the other of the options, but I'll also give a brief explanation below (not required by the original game).  Also, I may add some of these tropes to my 'prompt' list, because there's some I've not ever tried.

So here goes:

slowburn or love at first sight

There's a lot to be said for slow burn, but why does it have to be mutually exclusive? I love a good story where there is that hint of love at first sight but for whatever reason it's never acted upon for the /longest/ time. There's nothing like UST if you ask me and I recently read somewhere that 'There can be no Lust without UST.'

fake dating or secret dating

These are two tropes that I've not actually tried to write, and I don't really think I've read too much of, though Gold's propensity for keeping his personal life to himself in most fics pushes me toward the 'secret dating' side of things, as does the teacher/student kind of story... which now I come to think of it I /am/ writing in All Our Past Mistakes, so... there you are.  Secret for me.

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

Actually here's one from which I can't make a choice. I can't see the potential in both but for me it seems they would both be very different. Coming close with the 'We Three' series, but I wouldn't actually say that Belle and Rush are enemies per se, rather just very antagonistic toward one another.

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence

Okay, though I've not tried writing either of these, (I've lived one of them, and it's hard and soul destroying). I would love to see how other fic writers handle the 'one bed' conundrum. - might try it at some point myself. :)

hurt/comfort or amnesia

Without a doubt my favorite is hurt/comfort. I'm an angsty kind of writer.  Of course there can be angst in amnesia too, just... not my thing I guess.

fantasy au or modern au

If you're going AU, for me it has to be a 'modern' AU, and I put that in quotes because for me 'modern' includes historical as well, so maybe 'realistic' instead of fantasy. Of course I've not tried the fantasy AU, and the one I've /read/ that comes to mind, I enjoyed, so... anyway, as far as writing goes, then modern.

mutual pining or domestic bliss

Pining for me. There's a lot to be said for domestic bliss, but I have trouble writing fluff... though I do enjoy reading it.

smut or fluff

Love me some smut or a hint of mature, but here's the thing, why can't fluff be smutty too?

canon-compliant or fix-it

Again, can't really choose.  See, I did a huge fix-it AU series (never did finish it but I still have the plans...) in my Stargate Virtual Season 5, but even in fix-its, I don't like to completely 'throw the baby out with the bathwater' as it were.  I like fixits that are as canon-compliant, or include many elements of canon-compliance.

reincarnation or character death

See this is another where I can't really choose, and for me they're not really mutually exclusive, since one has to occur before the other could happen. I've written reincarnation stories - not fics though - and I'm planning a character death (if I've got the balls to go through with it, because it's hard. I did it once, and OMG it hurt.) so... we'll have to see.  If I had to make a choice, for the sake of angst, I'd say character death.

one-shot or multi chapter

I would love to be better at one shots, but... my brain doesn't seem to work that way, so - multi chapter, and/or series for me.

kid fic or road trip fic

Um...I haven't ever written either, but I'm enjoying reading a series of fics that have elements of both kid fic and road trip fic in them. (Growing Up - @peacehopeandrats)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage

I haven't written either, and though I know there are a few arranged marriage fics out there, I haven't read any of them. (Unless you count the arranged marriage that never quite happens Gaston/Belle fics). Not sure how one could have an accidental marriage (unless by that its means the kind of 'shot-gun' wedding kinda thing). The idea of both almost appeal.

high school romance or middle aged romance

More mature romances are my style - and I'm not speaking of content necessarily.

time travel or isolated together

There's so much research in time travel, I'd never get anything written... and there's always that butterfly effect kinda thing going on there. Stuck together for some reason, and come on, we're living a pandemic people, great scope for fics (right Sprite?). Maybe time to delve into that a little bit.

neighbors or roommates

Um... I guess neighbors works. I mean roommates works too but with the genre I'm mostly writing, and my preference for 'middle aged' then roommates doesn't exactly work well.

sci-fi au or magic au

Well, I can't really choose here, I really can't.  That's like asking me to choose between Rumbelle and Rushbelle, so just... no.

body swap or genderbend

Neither really appeals here, I think I'd be uncomfortable writing either, and I don't think I've read either either, so I can't really make an informed choice. Recommendations, anyone? (I mean, aside from enjoying Quantum Leap when I watched it - does that count?)

angst or crack

Without a doubt, angst! I'm not that much into comedy at the best of times, I really have to be in the mood, but crack that takes that to the n'th degree is really not my thing.

apocalyptic or mundane

For reasons I can't really go into, this is a tough one. LOL - Seriously though, I think I would go for the mundane as a matter of course, because the mundane is often so full of angst and story potential, you don't always need to base your fic on something that could bring about the next Apocalypse!

("You, lighten up. You, big trouble. You, get in the car...." - brownie points for identifying the quote.)

So that's me, and I will tag (and if you've already been tagged forgive me.) @jackabelle73 @peacehopeandrats and @xiolaperry