#trope mashup ask

[quail-in-red]

hi quail! i love your art so much! 41 and 47 if you wanna? ☺️💚

Thank you!!! 💕 *rubs hands together* Aahh this one is a challenge!

First Kiss + Not a Date

[theminecraftbee]

Vintagebeef and time loop?

The second-most annoying thing, he thinks, is that his crops just won't grow.

He's wanted to retire for a while now. Head out and live on a farm. Get some rest. Not have to worry about gunfire and business fronts and drugs and appearances and being in charge. He'd known he wouldn't be able to escape fully. Beef always knew he was on a timer, no matter how he tried to bury the hatchet and bury his past behind you. It always catches up.

He had a big name. He had a big life. He can't just retire from being head of Big Salmon, even if his loyal Skizzleman is the only person he told where he was going. One day, someone will catch up with him, and perhaps if he's lucky they'll turn his tractor into a car bomb. If he's unlucky, it'll be personal.

So in a lot of ways, really, the fact he keeps on waking up in the morning is a gift. It may be the same morning over and over again, sure, but he collects the eggs from his chickens, and he pats his dog, and he feeds his pigs, and he feels the sun shine on his face in a place that smells nothing like asphalt and fumes.

If his tomatoes would grow, it'd be nearly perfect, getting to wake up again and again in the sun like this. It's better than a man like him deserves, really. And it may be Wednesday, and Wednesday, and no tomorrows, but he didn't have himself much of a tomorrow anyway, and collecting the eggs from the chickens is nearly as good as harvesting the crops.

Quiet, and peaceful.

Or it should be. But see: the crops not growing are the second-most annoying thing.

The first most annoying is--

"HALLO! I have decided that this time, I am announcing I am here to assassinate you, ah? That way, you won't see it coming and manage to escape."

Beef groans and puts his head in his hands. A red dot appears on his temple.

"Don't try to run. You have a lovely home, of course, and I don't want to put holes in it. You've repaired those holes real fast, I have to say. You're a real hole expert. No, wait, that sounds terrible in English. Ah well, I'll just say it again."

It's him again.

"...hello? VintageBeef? I have been hired to kill you by your rivals? You aren't even moving. See, this is how you always get me. You do not move and I think I have killed you, then I come back in the morning and it is fixed! Very strange, very strange."

He hasn't realized it's a time loop. Somehow. Beef's tried to tell him. It's a little hard when he's busy being as annoying as possible, and ruining what would otherwise be the best chance for Beef to retire he's got.

"Well, okay, I guess I'll just pull the trigger. This is boring. You're boring, except for the part where you won't die. Hey, wait, maybe you can introduce me to your chickens instead? So next time I can bring you a totally safe chicken."

"Go away," Beef says.

"But I'm being paid so much money to kill you!" the famed assassin codenamed Iskall85 says. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"No!"

"But I've tried to do this so many ways!"

"Have you considered there's a reason it's not working?"

Iskall considers for a moment. "Naaaaah," he says, and Beef's instincts flare all at once. He dives to the ground as Iskall takes the shot. "Awww, no fair. I thought you were not moving."

"What do you want from me," Beef says.

"I mean, I feel like I've been pretty clear," Iskall says, and Beef doesn't say that he's not even asking Iskall at this point. He's asking the universe. He's asking this Wednesday. He's asking why this has happened to him.

The universe, of course, does not respond, and Beef ducks behind cover for yet another day of his peaceful time loop retirement being completely ruined.

[ohnococo]

GASP first kiss with sukuna please🙏🙏🙏

👀 oooh this one became more of a blurb/drabble than anything lol

You could pinpoint two very different “first kisses” with Ryomen Sukuna. The first is stolen, when you don’t expect it. He’s baring his teeth, fire in his eyes, and when he approaches you honestly think he may just be about to kill you. Instead he’s holding you in place by the jaw, not that you would have pulled back anyway, and pressing his lips roughly to yours. Open mouthed, tongue demanding, teeth clashing.

The second is requested. It’s not presented as such, it’s a calm “Kiss me.” He sits back, amused, waiting to see if you’ll do it willingly. The way he raises his brows and focuses his attention elsewhere when you take too long shows it wasn’t quite the demand it had seemed to be. You do kiss him then, slow, soft, sighing into his mouth when he opens it and waits for you to slide your tongue past his lips. The contented look he gives you after makes it feel like the first time.

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[phdmama]

For the trope mash-up post, may I request Fake Dating and Soulmate AU for Drarry please, if it sparks any fun inspiration?

(P.S. you're wonderful and I will love literally anything you come up with, even if it's not for these prompts, I just got super excited when you posted this 💜)

No, YOU'RE wonderful!!

So this is what came to me - and I can actually see the rest of the story but I have to go adult for a bit, but I am going to come back later and write some more of this! (As per usual, this is pretty much SOOC and unbeta'd, etc etc.)

Draco’s known since the Final Battle. 

He’s pretty sure Potter has no idea, whether it’s that no one’s remembered to tell him about soulmates, or that his mark hasn’t activated yet, but he treats Draco exactly the way he’s treated him since they'd all arrived at University. He’s unfailingly polite, cool and distanced, and deeply disinterested in one Draco Malfoy.

Which isn’t, you know, how you’re supposed to treat your soulmate.

The thumbprint on Draco’s wrist had flared to life when Potter had grabbed his arm to haul him onto the back of the battered broom that carried them both out of the fire. He’d almost fallen off at the way Potter’s magic had rushed over him, through him. Draco had always heard the stories that connecting with your soulmate could be disorienting, but since it happened to him in the midst of mortal terror, Draco’s not sure his experience was typical.

It’s also very rare that one person connects and the other doesn’t, although it does happen. It takes time for the bond to solidify, to grow into a true soulmate connection, and obviously, that’s not happened here. Basically, Potter is a faint echo in Draco’s mind, enough to distract and ache a little, nothing more than that.

All this to say, it’s weird when Potter comes dashing into their suite common room one Saturday afternoon, looking wild-eyed and somewhat disheveled. It’s a rainy day, raw and windy, the kind of day where Draco does not plan to leave the building if he can help it. Potter is damp and windblown, so he clearly had other ideas. Fucking weirdo.

Potter looks around wildly, and lights up when he spots Draco curled up on the couch under his favorite striped blanket.

“Malfoy,” he says eagerly, and Draco blinks up at him in surprise.

Potter’s never sounded happy to see Draco before.

“Yes?” Draco says cautiously. “Can I help you?”

Potter nods vigorously. “You can, yes, absolutely. I need you to pretend to be my soulmate and go to the gala with me tonight.”

“I beg your pardon?” Draco asks, trying to make sense of the words he’s just heard. “You need me to what?”

Potter hangs his coat on the rack by the door, kicks off his grubby trainers and makes his way around the couch to plop down next to Draco.

“I need you to pretend to be my soulmate and go to the gala with me tonight.”

“That’s what I thought you said,” Draco says. “But also, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Potter sighs, lets his head rest on the back of the couch and runs a hand through his unruly hair.

“You know how the press…” his voice trails off and he flushes.

“Follows you around incessantly and makes your life a living hell?” Draco says dryly. “Yes, Potter, I’m aware.”

“Well, someone thought it was a good idea to advertise that I haven’t found my soulmate, and to suggest that anyone who’s unbonded should come to the gala tonight and you know. Shoot their shot or whatever.”

Draco sits bolt upright, outraged. “What the hell? That’s bullshit. That’s not even how it works!”

Potter just sighs again and slumps down even further, eyes closed. “Yeah, I know that, but it’s turned into this whole thing, and every girl in the greater Oxford area, apparently, is now coming to the gala.”

“Can’t you just… not go?” 

Potter shakes his head, looking miserable. “No. The Fund is really important to me. I promised to speak.”

“So your solution is to fake a soulmate bond with a man?” Draco asks and Potter snorts.

“Okay, well, when you put it like that, it does sound stupid. I just thought if I could get them all off my back for a bit… No, you’re right. I’ll just have to get a bodyguard again, I guess.”  

He sounds so utterly miserable that Draco can’t help but feel sorry for him, which is why he finds himself saying, “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

Potter opens his eyes to stare at Draco. “What?”

Draco shrugs. “I’m not doing anything tonight, there’ll be wine at the gala, yeah?”

Potter looks excited but then his face falls. “But what about your soulmate? What if they’re out there looking for you?”

Draco looks away and swallows. “That won’t be a problem.”

Potter’s eyes narrow. “Why not?” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “Malfoy, do you know who your soulmate is?”

Draco just nods and there’s a long silence while Potter clearly puts some picture together in his head. He’s never been stupid, Draco concedes. Since for all intents and purposes, Draco is unbonded, Potter must know there’s something wrong with all of it.

Finally Potter says, “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Draco says and finally turns to look at Potter. “It’ll be fun,” he says carelessly. “What should I wear?”

[mybrainismelted]

trope mashup! 2 aaand ... hmmm ... oh! 13! 🤗💚

ok, clearly you are TRYING to break my brain with this one Nosho! #2, prison, and #13, Mermaid AU. Here goes! The first time they met, it was in Juvie. Mickey was 16, and had been here a couple of times before. Ian was 14, and this was his first time in. They were cellmates, but they didn't really talk much. The redhead was weird, constantly trading other kids for their shower time. He must have showered at least 6 times every day, and who the hell does that? Ian was gone one day, out before Mickey, but the only reason he really noticed is because his new cellmate was loud and annoying as hell. He actually found himself kinda missing the kid.

They saw each other a couple more times on the inside before Mickey turned 18, but never as cellmates again. Still, they found themselves spending time together. There was something about that kid that Mickey could never put his finger on. Something different, but familiar. Mickey was 21 when he was sent to do some big boy time. Stupid mistake trusting his brother to keep watch - he'd pay for that when Mickey was out. He was surprised to find Ian already there when he arrived though. Relieved to have a cellmate he could trust though. Ian seemed different now. He was thin, and had an air of desperation that Mickey had never seen. He didn't really know how to help, and didn't want to ask what was wrong, but he remembered.... on the second day, when he asked if Ian wanted his shower slot, the redhead had actually started crying before throwing himself at Mickey, arms wrapping around him and shaking. "Hey, s'ok Red. Just go, I'll be here when you get back, a'ight?" Mickey was left confused, but not really surprised by how much he had enjoyed the feeling of his friend pressed against him. When he got back, Ian looked... better. Not like himself, but a bit more healthy. Over the next year, they grew closer, emotionally and physically, spending most evenings wrapped up together in a way Mickey had never imagined he could allow himself. He still had to shower sometimes himself, but whenever he could he would let the redhead have his turn, and even bullied some of the other newbies into giving Ian their slots a couple of times a week. They made plans in the quiet of the night, plans to find each other when they got out, plans to start a new life, but there was always something, some big secret that Ian was holding back, and Mickey didn't really want to say it out loud anyway. It was spring when Ian left that time, but he promised that he would be at the docks every day until Mickey got out, waiting for him at dusk. It was summer when Mickey was released. He didn't go home, didn't go anywhere near the southside, in fact. He spent his day hanging around the docks, hoping, wishing, but never 100% sure.... until dusk arrived, and a figure appeared at the end of the docks, beckoning to him. He gasped in relief as he walked, whispering "I knew you'd come. I knew." He walked slowly, knowing that the big secret, the thing they had never spoken of, was about to be revealed. He sat down, looking down a the face of the man he loved, who was floating serenely in the water. "Can I see?" he asked quietly, eyes locked on Ian's. Ian smiled, and braced his hands on the dock, giving one great heave of his body to pull himself up, lying somewhat ungracefully beside him, with his gorgeous, green and blue shimmering tail fully on display in the last bits of light.

[oflights]

60 & 86 for the trope mashup, pairing of your choice, pretty please?!?

gah hi friend!! i'm sorry this took me forever!! my brain went in like 50 different directions for this one.

60 is Poorly Timed Confession and 86 is I Didn't Mean to Turn You On and tbh these are perfect.

okay so the main place my brain went to for drarry was a massage?? draco who is very mutually tactile and affectionate with his friends and is constantly giving new friend harry little snuggles and back rubs and sometimes just casually massages his head and neck while he's talking to other people and harry does not know how to cope because he has absolutely never had a friend like that, or tbh even a lover who does that sort of thing for no reason--like, sometimes harry looks around to make sure there's no stray reporter or camera around because he can't figure out why else draco would bother. i'm sure you know where this goes; draco giving harry one of his mindless massages when they're at someone's house party, harry a little tipsy and warm and content who just sinks into it. all of this adds up to him getting way too turned on for being public and also blurting out exactly how into draco he is. draco, who did not know the effect all of that touching was having on harry until now and is staring at him like a stunned bunny in front of their friends.

send me tropes to mash up!

[zenkindoflove]

Modern AU + Erotic Dreams for Elucien?

I have this general modern AU idea where I want to do a Lucien firefighter fic where Elain is a plant biology graduate student working late in her lab, which is of course in the oldest building on campus, when an electrical fire starts and the fire department shows up while she stresses and cries over her specimens (her babies) dying in the fire. Lucien makes sure to check on them once the flames are gone and Elain is smittened immediately.

So yeah I'm pretty sure she'd def have an erotic dream about firefighter Lucien that night 😉.

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[bluespring864]

30 & 58 for the trope mashup ask game 😍 if you want, RuRu as the ship but it's okay if you choose any other pairing you like!

hmmm... holiday fic + accidental eavesdropping + ruru

let's say they not-so-accidentally end up in the same tropical ressort because they both independantly of each other whined about needing a holiday and danya recommended the same place to them (which would be a very danya thing to do :D)

casper is there with one of his sisters, while holger felt like he needed time away from everything and everyone and has gone there completely alone, but now is bored out of his mind. he falls asleep by the pool... and wakes up to hear casper frantically discussing with his sister whether to wake holger up ("he's going to get sunburnt!") and her then teasing him about it and trying to get him to admit he actually likes holger and that holger is kind of cute. which he eventually does. only to realise to his horror that holger has been awake and heard every word.

holger is quite flattered and finds it hilarious while casper is mortified and desperately tries to avoid him. but ofc they keep running into each other

[writeforfandoms]

Teacher AU/Magical Accident

Any Pedro boy you please, please!

💜💜

It took me a bit to decide here but I'm gonna go with Marcus M! Tee hee hee.

Okay. Here we go. Classical magical accident au here.

You're a teacher and you work with special kids. In this case, that means the kids of Heroics. It's difficult for many of them to be in traditional school, and after a few Incidents their parents decided the best thing would be to bring a few teachers to the kids.

So you work with the kids, and you love them. You really do. They're mostly good kids, even with their tendency to think they know better and get into mischief and ignore things they don't want to do. Even with all that. They're good kids.

One afternoon you're getting packed up to leave for the weekend when you notice there's a cat. Now, normally this would not be cause for concern. Except there are no cats wandering around, and no way for a cat to get way in here.

So you pick up the cat and ask around if anyone knows this cat, is this anyone's cat? Everybody else is just as confused as you are, so you take it home with you, deciding to get it checked for a microchip later.

He really is a gorgeous cat, a deep brown almost black with big eyes. And a deep, rumbling purr. He's pretty cuddly too - more evidence that he's not a stray.

Alas, he is not microchipped, and doesn't seem to have an owner. So you hang on to him. At first it's because you're busy and don't want to take the time to drive halfway across town to the nearest animal shelter. Then it's because you enjoy having him around. You hadn't realized how lonely you'd gotten until you had company.

You found you didn't linger after classes now, spending more time at home. You slept better. You were more relaxed. All because of a cat.

But then you start hearing rumors. That Marcus Moreno himself has gone missing. There are lots of rumors flying around about where he went and what happened to him - everything from he eloped to a supervillain had taken him and was holding him ransom to he'd fallen astray of a magic spell.

You didn't give any credence to the rumors. Until you caught your cat trying to arrange pens into words.

A few exams later, more than one panicked phone call, and a late night trip back to HQ, and you discover your cat is Marcus. You've had Marcus. The entire time. Dying from embarrassment sounds like a good idea at this point.

Marcus gets turned back into his normal human self. The first thing he does is hug Missy and reassure her that he's okay.

The second thing he does is hug you, long and tight, whispering thanks and reassurance into your ear.

And after that, he makes sure you're never lonely again.

[quail-in-red]

Your trope mashup art is giving me life! so brilliant!!! May I request 75. and 85? <3

Heya! Thanks <3 hehe… here’s 75. Bed Sharing + 85. Innocent Physical Contact!

I am still slowly trying to get through these haha

[anisaanisa]

PWP + Bathtub Fic Inu/Kag

Hello, anon! You're probably long gone by now, but I rise from the ashes with your request. Explicit-ness below the cut 😙

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It wasn’t his fault he was bored.

It was hers for spending over an hour in that fucking bubble bath.

Inuyasha thought he was doing something nice for her – he was dammit – but when the clock kept ticking and Kagome kept not emerging from the bathroom, he was starting to get antsy. It was borderline pathetic; the way his foot tapped incessantly and a long sigh left him every few minutes.

He glanced at the door from his spot on the sofa, that stupid barricade that kept him away from his girlfriend, and he scowled. They’d only been dating for a few months, but it was times like this that his less than stellar traits got their chance to shine.

Namely, his clinginess.

It couldn’t hurt to just check on her; knock on the door, and see if she was okay. And what would stop him from turning the handle, assuming she’d left the door unlocked? His feet were moving before he could think to stop them, and his hand was on the doorknob – sans knocking – before he could blink.

Mist hit him first, laced with the lavender-scented bubble bath he’d sneezed over when preparing it for her. She liked it, so he put his hatred aside for her woefully human nose, which couldn’t pick up on the nuances he so desperately hated. He blinked through the haze, latching onto the girl submerged in the tub. Head and shoulders over the water, she looked a picture with her hair piled on top of her head, leaned back and rested on the edge. Her eyes were closed, but the smile playing with the corner of her lips hinted that she’d heard his entering. He closed the door softly behind him, walking the two feet necessary to reach her before he crouched down. He waited it out, and the seconds she ignored him felt like an eternity until finally, finally, she turned her head and cracked an eye open.

“Can I help you?” she asked, and he perked at the teasing tone.

He tucked his lip between his teeth, settling his arm on the tub’s edge to let his fingers languidly dangle in the warm water. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“On how long you intend to stay in there.” His fingers danced along the surface of the murky water, and he cursed the colouring that blocked his view, popping a few bubbles with the tip of his claws along the way. “You’ve been forever,” he added, and if a whine worked its way in at the end, no, it didn’t.

She giggled, soft, melodic, and if he had to play the sap – though who was playing – to get her to do it again, he’d give her that.

“Hmm.” She shifted in her spot and angled herself towards him. “I dunno. You made it so perfect I could just stay in here forever.”

He scowled immediately, despite the teasing. He watched her face twist up as she tried to contain her amusement, and he knew he needed to ramp it up.

Beat her at her own game.

“I see,” he said, eyes following a trail from her face down to her neck, her shoulders, any bit of skin he could latch onto. The sweat that clung to her left a delightful sheen, and his lip curled as his fingers made their way towards her. He leaned his head against his arm, dropping the scowl for a picture of innocence. “Guess we’ll have to make do then.”

“What–” Her question fell short when he raised his hand to trace along her collar bone.

Her chin kissed her chest as she watched, and Inuyasha twitched a smile when her teeth bit into her bottom lip. The tip of his finger swiped at a bead of water that clung to her skin and moved lower. When his finger brushed her nipple, and she started to squirm, that little smile he wore turned into a grin.

When his hand dipped under the water and traced along her ribs, she leaned back again, taking her eyes away from what he was doing and meeting his. The second they connected, his jeans grew tighter than they already were because fuck, that half-lidded look he gave her was just as exhilarating as the first time she’d blessed him with it.

Probably always would be.

His knuckle dipped into her hip, and when his fingers met the patch of hair at the crux, he tipped his head where it leaned against his arm, smiling into it when she sighed and shifted. Her legs parted to give him access, and his fingers slipped downwards. She gasped when the pad of his finger grazed her clit, her head tipping back to lean against the edge of the tub as her eyes slid closed.

His fingers circled how he’d learned she liked it, but he kept the pressure light – the friction that water afforded wasn’t ideal, and eventually, he dipped lower to tease her entrance. He shifted onto his knees when he felt the difference. She was wet even under the water, and he considered pulling his dick out of his jeans when he slipped a finger into her, and she hummed along with it.

Her head lolled, and she peeked at him under her lashes with a smile. His eyes dropped to her lips, and he had to lean over and claim them as he pushed his finger deeper, swallowing her gasp with his own. His tongue traced her lips as they parted, and his hand moved languidly against her. Her knee bumped his arm, and he pulled back to see what she was doing. He shifted when her leg emerged from the water and hooked over the edge of the bath to give him better access. And he smirked.

Clever girl.

His teeth pulled at his bottom lip as he squinted at the bubbles for a moment, like staring hard enough would allow him to see what they were concealing, but a wet hand touched his chin, and he broke free of his feeble attempts at X-Ray vision.

He dropped his free hand to the floor to brace himself as he leaned forward and kissed her again, adding a second finger along with the first. Wet hands rose from the water to cup his face and draw him further into a kiss that had his head swirling more than it already was.

The water moved with him and licked at his sleeve; her legs tensed, and she shifted under the water, and before long, she was so close that he could almost taste it. Her hand shot out to grasp his arm, and that’s what did it – water rolled over the tub’s edge and soaked his front. It broke his rhythm, and he slowed his roll as he glanced down at his completely soaked shirt.

She whined, tugging at the hair that hung loosely from his bun to bring his eyes back to her. She was pouting, flushed, the crease in her brow begging him to finish her off.

And while he could never deny her the attention, the water slowly soaking into his jeans was becoming too uncomfortable to ignore.

“Inuyasha,” she said, “please.”

The devil on his head reared its ugly head. If he got her off now, she’d vegetate in the bath for another hour – maybe more, he shuddered to think – and the angel with taped-on cardboard wings promised it would work out in the end.

“I dunno Kagome, “ he began, pulling his hand away from her and out of the water, “we should probably clean this up.” He looked down at the puddle on the tiles before standing, ignoring the squawk of indignation from the girl he’d left teetering on the edge. He pulled on his shirt with a tut for dramatic effect, grumbling under his breath as he peeled it off his skin.

“Gotta change,” he said, tugging it up and over his head. He threw the soaking shirt towards the hamper in the corner before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

“Inuyasha?”

He looked over his shoulder and fought so hard not to laugh – her mouth hung open, and her eyes were furious as she gripped the edge of the tub. “hurry up in here, would ya?”

He practically flew from the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He slapped a hand to his mouth to stifle the laugh he could hardly contain – what an utter freak he was, disturbing her bath, bringing her to the edge and just leaving her hanging over it before running away.

It was childish, self-serving and not cool on any accounts, the worst kind of ‘prank’ someone could pull.

But he doubled over and barked a laugh when he heard the frantic sloshing of water coming from the bathroom he’d just vacated. He pictured her scramble with every slosh he heard, wheezing when the stomp of wet feet slapped the tiles. She wrenched the door open, but he was too busy crumbling under the weight of his terrible sense of humour to look at her.

“You asshole,” she cried, slapping his back when she reached him.

But he heard the laugh in her voice, and he turned his grin on her. She shrieked when he grabbed her around the waist, hoisted her over his shoulder, and headed for the bedroom.

He tapped his hand against the ass he held hostage, and her protests turned into a fit of giggling when he launched her onto the bed. Wet and naked and exactly where he wanted her, he smiled when he took in the parts of her that bubbles had previously hidden.

He’s never been a patient man, and as far as he was concerned, all was fair in love and war. He crawled over her and hooked his arms under her knees to tug her towards him, stomach fluttering when she smiled wide and threw her arms around his shoulders. “Serves you right for keeping me waiting.”

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Thank you for the prompts, anon! 💓

Fanfic Trope Mashup

[ohnococo]

Hiiiii Coco, 💕💕

For the mash-up, may I ask a sfw version of Sukuna reacting to love confession + confessing

To anyone else other than you and perhaps Uraume, Sukuna’s reaction to your whispered confession of love is more of a non-reaction. Head resting on his fist, legs crossed as he lounges in his seat, gazing down at you with his head held so high that his eyes were barely visible. For you, there is more to be seen. The briefest upward quirk of his brows, the slight tension in the musculature of his thick neck, the stillness of his broad chest as his breathing stops for just a moment while he takes in your words.

It’s an endless moment, giving your body an opportunity to respond to your mind’s racing as sweat beads at your temples and your mouth runs dry. It forces you to take yet another leap of faith as you say the words searing themselves into your brain - does he feel the same?

“Why do you think you’re still here?”

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[wolfpants]

For the trope mash-up: detective au + poorly timed confession :)

Hello!

You didn't specify a ship but I'm going to presume Drarry for this one.

I haven't actually really written a case fic before (well, Precious Metal is sort of a case fic, but not a DMLE one). It would be new ground for me, so I'm intrigued.

Whereas PM was a bit more mystery, a bit more noir ish... Perhaps I could try my hand at cosy crime.

Since the war, Harry has been living the quiet life in a small wixen village in the home counties. He enjoys the simple things - Sunday markets, amateur baking, morning jogs, hanging out with his cat, working on Sirius's bike, meeting friends the pub. But when the village's local busybody dies in mysterious circumstances, he suspects something is afoot.

Enter Draco, qualified Auror detective, who just wants to get on with his investigation without Harry's help.

Of course, they end up working together anyway - and the poorly timed confession is usually key in these stories as the red herring or twist, so I'll have to think more carefully about that one 😅🫠

Needless to say I won't be rushing to write a case fic any time soon 🤣

Send me your trope mash up requests!

[mybrainismelted]

okay, let's see if i can come up with something interesting for the trope mashup. how abouuut,

12+81? 👀🍎

OK, 12 (Vampire AU) + 81 (Mistaken Identity), let's see....

Mickey has been hunting vampires most of his life. He knows the signs.

So when he starts frequenting a bar in Boystown, you can't really help him for the mistake. Tall, almost preternatually good looking, ghostly pale skin, only ever seen at night... yeah, that redhead is almost definitely a vampire. And the attraction Mickey feels every time their eyes meet - that is definitely the vampire trying to draw him in as his next victim.

He can't really be blamed either for what happens next when he decides to trap the vampire by letting him think he has mickey under his spell.

He's just lucky that the hot redhead actually thinks it's funny when Mickey explains why he just stabbed him. Taking him to get patched up was probably the best decision he's ever made. Especially when the hot redhead insists that they trade numbers and starts texting him that same night.

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I had to roll a dice for the mash-up because I literally couldn’t choose, but it worked out - 14 and 56 (Bodyguard AU+awful first meeting).

asjldkajdl god. let's see how much more awful i can make their first meeting (after hogwarts, cheating again)

draco somehow gets into the magical bodyguard business (he's really good at defensive spells or something, idk) and usually takes on like, foreign royal kids just visiting or mostly chill (if dangerous) businessmen who really need him to make sure their portkeys aren't rigged or something. then he gets a client who is 1. mysterious 2. very important 3. has a penchant for attracting danger and 4. as he discovers the first day on the job, harry potter. and he meets harry as he's running into a burning building to save someone's pet fish. draco has absolutely no idea how he's meant to protect someone that reckless (and now he's holding a water glass with a fish in it while harry sweeps the building for pet snails)

send me tropes to mash up!

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Massage Fic + Did They or Didn't They for Eris and Alexius!

Oh anon, you are essentially asking for the biggest crime with Erixius - a fade to black. You are wicked.

Or maybe it can be interpreted as "did they or didn't they mean to touch me there?" Cause with these two, I could totally see Eris giving Alexius a massage for totally practical reasons of course! Maybe they're in a forced proximity situation where they're traveling together and Alexius injures his hamstring. And Eris is like I have some healing magic but for some reason he has to run his hands all up and down Alexius' ass and thigh to fix him 😏.

And Alexius is left feeling very horny and very confused because up until now Eris has only shown that Alexius annoys him and very much isn't responding to Alexius' incessant attempts to flirt.

*jots down notes*

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