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guardianofrivendell · 3 years

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Dwarves Always Knock Thrice

Requested: Yes and no. @estethell challenged me to write a modern AU with Fíli and Kíli knocking at the reader’s door instead of Bilbo’s by mistake. I interpreted it as a ‘what if Fíli and Kíli end up in modern day Europe?’

Warnings: none so far, I wrote this with a fem!reader (sorry! I try to write more gender neutral in the future, I promise)

Summary: What if one day your favorite fictional characters knock on your door? A modern AU with a twist! (any similarities to what I would do in this case are purely coincidental 😏)

A/N: Yes, yes, I know. There are hundreds of fics like this one. But none of them were written by me and my weird sense of humor 😆 Depending on the response I’ll turn this into a multichapter fic, if not this will stay a standalone oneshot.

Humming a rather cheerful tune, you pressed the button on top of the coffee machine and your morning fuel started dripping into your favorite cup. You waited patiently until the foam reached the edge and then you turned the machine off. With the cup held between your hands, you inhaled deeply. Nothing like the smell of fresh coffee for a perfect start of the day.

A few minutes ago your boyfriend had left to go to work, only to see him again by the end of next week. He was going on a citytrip with your group of friends for a few days, which had been planned ages ago. You were supposed to go with them, but unfortunately, you didn’t have any vacation days left. No, it was back to work for you instead.

Not that you minded. You loved your job, and you were lucky enough to be able to work from home when you wanted to. It didn’t actually feel like work that way. At least you had decent coffee, you didn’t have to dress up and you could take a break whenever you wanted. And now with your boyfriend gone for the week, you had no interruptions and lots of quiet evenings to look forward to. Cheers to that, you thought while you sipped at your coffee.

The dinner table became your makeshift workplace, coffee within reach. There were no video meetings scheduled today so you were wearing your favorite pair of black leggings and a long oversized knitted sweater, with fluffy socks on your feet to complete your comfy outfit.

You moved your computer mouse and your laptop sprung to life. James, your Sphynx cat, hopped on the table and pushed his head in your hand, demanding cuddles.

“Another day at the office, how dreadful,” you smiled, petting him behind his ear. James purred and started to bathe himself.

He was a Sphynx cat, so there was no fur. Nothing but flawless pink skin, soft to the touch. It almost felt like petting a warm peach. You chuckled at the comparison, and James stopped his grooming to look at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry your Majesty. I’ll let you to it.”

You booped his nose and got to work.

After a day of sifting through emails, processing data and editing documents and spreadsheets, you felt utterly exhausted. A phrase your boyfriend likes to throw at you on these moments suddenly came to mind, ‘How can you be so tired when you’ve done nothing but sit down on your ass all day?’ Always the charmer.

You stood up, raised your arms above your head and stretched, groaning in the process. You froze when your stretch session was interrupted by three knocks on your front door.

“Who still knocks these days?”

It was almost 6 pm, slowly turning dark outside and you’d let the shutters down about an hour ago. It was something you did as soon as the sun was setting. It was silly really, but it made you feel safe.

But now it prevented you from seeing who was at your door.

The neighbours from down the street wouldn’t come by for a visit, they were the kind of people that liked to keep to themselves. Your parents would call first, so… a polite burglar perhaps?

You couldn’t be too careful these days, especially now, when you were alone, so you went to your intercom first to see who was at the door.

The camera didn’t show anyone. You could see a part of your front yard, but that was it. Strange… You thought you could hear voices, so maybe there was someone at the door after all. Maybe someone had driven their car into the ditch. Wouldn’t be the first time. You lived in the countryside, with roads where only one car at a time could pass, with ditches on both sides. A challenge for city people, and the occasional daredevil usually had to be towed out of said ditch.

What’s life without a little risk, you thought, and made your way to the front door. You weren’t the one to turn away from people in need. It would probably get yourself killed one day, you were too kind and gullible and people tended to take advantage of that.

Another three knocks sounded, a little louder this time and you swung the door open.

“Finally!”

Your boyfriend rushed inside and shot up the stairs. When you looked to your driveway, you saw his car with the lights on, the motor still running. He was running late again. As usual.

After a few minutes he thundered down the stairs, his hiking boots in hand.

“Almost forgot these,” he said while lifting them. He kissed your cheek and ran off. You sighed. “See you next week, sweet. I’ll miss you.”

Sarcasm was your way to cope, to learn how to deal with the lack of love and care. Because who were you kidding? He wouldn't miss you.

You shuffled to your kitchen, in need of something hot. To drink, that is. And while the coffee machine filled your cup for the second time that day, you rubbed your face with your hands trying to think of how you had ended up in this situation in the first place…

“Just try and enjoy a week by yourself,” you whispered.

You were about to take a first sip when three knocks sounded for the third time.

“Seriously?”

When you opened the door, you couldn’t stop the massive eyeroll when you saw it was your boyfriend again.

“Hand me the reservation papers of the hotel, will you? I forgot them and I need the address for the gps,” he said.

“I sent it in an email to Tom, and I put the address in the gps system yesterday. Now go, you’re late enough as it is. Call me when you get there okay?”

He smiled and kissed your cheek again.

“Bye! Enjoy your week by yourself!” “I will, don’t worry,” you smiled.

Before you closed the door there was a bright white flash. You covered your ears on instinct, something you always did when there was a thunderstorm.

“That was very closeby,” your boyfriend gasped. “They didn’t say anything about a thunderstorm tonight.” “I’m not sure that was lightning… there was no thunder?” “It’s probably nothing to worry about.”

And with those words your boyfriend left for the second time that night.

After closing the front door with a small heart, you tried to calm yourself. You were terrified of thunderstorms, and you really didn’t feel like going through one when you were on your own. Let’s just hope he was right and it was nothing, you thought.

Your coffee…! Taking a sip from the now lukewarm drink, you pondered if you would make it into an Irish or Italian one. Heaven knows you deserved it, right? With your coffee still in hand you made your way over to the liquor cabinet, only to be interrupted by yet another pair of knocks on the front door.

“I’m going to kill him,” you murmured while you walked into the hallway. “What could he have possibly forgotten this time?”

You swung the door open with a little too much force, but you couldn’t care less by that time. The small amount of patience you had left was already out of the window and you just wanted to enjoy your spiked coffee.

“What did you forg-?!”

Your voice got caught in your throat when your eyes fell on your visitors. Visitors. As in plural. Definitely not your boyfriend. You recognized them immediately, there was no doubt who they were but… it couldn’t be! This was simply impossible!

In your shock you forgot you were holding your cup of coffee and it slipped out of your hand. The cup completely shattered on the floor but you hardly noticed.

Because right in front of you, in the light of your porch light at your very own doorstep, stood Fíli and Kíli.

As in Fíli and Kíli, nephews to Thorin, King under the Mountain. As in Fíli and Kíli, characters from The Hobbit. Fictional characters. With a heavy emphasis on ‘fictional’. Made up by Tolkien.

So how the hell was it possible that they were standing in front of you, alive and well?

The two Durin brothers were a bit taken aback so it seemed, because they too remained silent at first. After a few awkward seconds Kíli was the one who decided to speak up instead of his older brother. He was clutching his sword and quiver, just like he did in the movie.

“Kíli,” he began. He was side eyeing his brother who was still staring at you, and smacked Fíli’s chest when he didn’t respond. “What?” “Kíli,” Kíli repeated, pointing at himself and then at his brother who finally caught on. “And Fíli.” “At your service,” they both continued, bowing deeply.

“Y/N, at yours,” you responded without a second thought. Kíli’s face split into a wide smile.

“We’re looking for master Boggins!” “Yeah, I kind of expected you to say that,” you murmured, but they heard you. “Oh, so you’re a seer?” Kíli assumed excitedly. “No! No, I’m just… me. But there is no mister Baggins here,” you said, correcting Kíli. “Are we at the wrong house?” Fíli wondered. “I’m afraid so.” “Well… can you help us find him?” Kíli looked at you expectantly.

You sighed. “I would but, I’m afraid it’s a little more complicated than that.”

Both of their faces fell. They were so in character, if someone was pranking you, they did one hell of a job in finding these two actors. And their costumes were spot on, from the carvings on Kíli’s bow to the colour of Fíli’s fur coat. It was scaringly accurate… They looked so much like Dean and Aidan’s version, but not quite. You didn’t know why exactly, but you had the feeling they were real. They were Fíli and Kíli, sons of Dís.

Fíli stared at you with a confused expression. “What do you mean, my lady?”

Oh. Now, if you weren’t already a little enamored by their looks, the title he just gave you would have. You weren’t exactly used to endearments.

Not that Fíli had meant as an endearment but you wouldn’t mind if they called you my lady for the rest of your life. It just made you grow a couple of inches.

“I’m probably going to regret this, but… come in.” You stepped aside so they could enter the hallway.

The heavy boots they were wearing made scratching sounds on your tile floor and your mind immediately went to your delicate wooden floors in the rest of your house.

You were going to sound extremely bossy and uptight but you had to think of your interior.

“Could you both maybe take off your boots?”

The two brothers looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“If you want?” Fíli asked you.

“Please.”

You took the swords and quiver from Kíli so he had his hands free and placed them in a corner of your hallway. Fíli followed your example and added his own weapons to the pile.

“I trust you not to attack us when we’re unarmed,” he winked at you.

You smiled back at him, knowing all too well he still had some smaller knives hidden somewhere. For a moment the thought of reenacting the knife scene in Mirkwood crossed your mind, but you thought better of it. He wouldn’t find it as funny as you thought it was and you’d probably lose a finger or two if you tried to take a knife from him. It was best not to challenge him. Yet.

Once their boots were placed neatly next to their weapons, you motioned them to follow you into your living room. Your eyes drifted to the shards of your coffee mug and the spilled coffee, you needed to clean it up but it simply had to wait.

“I don’t really know how to begin explaining all this,” you said, while waving your arms around you, “but it might be a good idea if we sit down?”

You gestured towards the sitting area and both brothers took a seat on your couch.

It seemed like they didn’t know where to look first. Their eyes wandered to your tv, surround system, laptop, aquarium, …

Kíli whispered something in Fíli’s ear, to which the older brother shrugged his shoulders.

“Do you want to drink anything?” you suggested. “I have water, milk, beer, …”

Their eyes lit up when you mentioned the beer, so you nodded your head.

“Beer it is, although I need to warn you. It’s Belgian beer, so it’s probably a lot stronger than what you guys are used to.”

You mentally facepalmed at your last sentence, why did you even mention that? They didn’t realize they were in a different universe, so mentioning your country would give them zero information.

“I think we can handle it just fine,” Kíli commented with a smirk. Fíli nodded in agreement. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

After another look at the dwarves on your couch, you disappeared into your kitchen. You fetched two beer glasses out of the dishwasher and two bottles of beer from your fridge, before you noticed how much your hands were shaking.

Okay, Y/N, you need to calm down first… Easy to say when you have two dwarves sitting in your living room. Dwarves! And your favorite dwarves too. How many times had you imagined this exact moment in your fantasies? In your dreams?

Of course! That was it…! You probably fell asleep at your laptop and you were dreaming. But then why did it feel so real?

Maybe someone was pranking you after all? Nah, that wasn’t likely. Nobody knew you were even in the Tolkien fandom. Let alone who your favorite characters were.

So it must be a dream... But if you were dreaming, they definitely would have been an exact copy of the movie Fíli and Kíli. As in, Dean and Aidan in costumes. The ones sitting on your couch looked slightly different, still handsome - Mahal, did they look handsome - but you would probably refer to them as discount Dean and Aidan.

Your small mental breakdown was interrupted when Kili started to scream.

“What is that?!”

Quickly snatching the bottles and glasses in both of your hands, you hurried back to the Durin princes.

When you entered your living room, you were met with quite the hilarious view. Tolkien had described Fíli and Kíli as fearless and courageous, but there was nothing courageous about their behaviour right now.Fíli was sitting with his legs pulled up and Kili half on Fili’s back, pointing at James who was trying to jump on Fili’s lap.

“That’s James, my cat.”

“That’s a cat?!” Kíli yelled. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing!” you laughed, placing the glasses and bottles on the coffee table. “He’s a sphynx cat, he’s supposed to look like that. They don’t have fur.”

You called James and he immediately ran to you, so you could pick him up. He rubbed his head against your chin and started purring, happy to get some attention.

You crouched down before the two princes.

“Go ahead, pet him. You don’t have to be scared.” “We’re not scared,” Kíli protested, puffing out his chest. You smirked and rolled your eyes. “Of course not.”

They were wary at first, but eventually both brothers were petting James. Before you could stop him, James jumped out of your arms on Fíli’s lap and curled up against the fur of his coat.

Fíli froze and tried his best not to let it show that he wasn’t comfortable with this at all. Next to him, Kíli had the hardest time keeping a straight face, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle his chuckles but his shoulders were already shaking with laughter.

You poured their beer and placed it in front of them.

“Like I said, it’s pretty strong so small sips. Do you want me to take James away?” Fíli shook his head. “I-it’s fine!”

You took a seat on your other couch and anxiously started to rub your thighs.

“So… like I said, I don’t really know how to explain this but I think I know what happened to you.” “Wait… did something happen to us? I don’t understand?” Kíli asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

Oh, right. They didn’t realise they were in a different universe right now. Maybe you should take a different approach.

“Can you tell me what happened before you knocked on my door?”

Kíli took the two glasses and gave one to his brother before he took a gulp, humming appreciatively.

“I like this,” he said. “And to answer your question, we traveled to the Shire and knocked on the door with the mark. And here we are!” “But… my door doesn’t have a mark?”

It was Fíli’s turn to roll his eyes. “Kee, you’re not telling the whole story. But you’re right about this,” he smiled while raising his glass, taking another sip. “This is good stuff.”

You chuckled when you saw some foam sticking to his mustache. He raised an eyebrow at you. “What’s so funny?”

“I have enough beer in the fridge, you don’t have to save some for later,” you laughed, pointing at your own lip to get the message across.

Fíli quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. The movement made James shift in his lap and the Dwarf went rigid again. You decided not to say anything about it, you figured maybe Fili didn’t like cats that much. Or just James.

“So what did Kíli leave out?” “Your door wasn’t the first one we knocked on. There was a round, green door in the Shire. And that one had the mark of Gandalf. He’s a wizard.”

You nodded. So far it went exactly like it should. Shire, green door, mark.

“But when we knocked on it, we found ourselves in a field all of a sudden. And your house was the only one around so we figured that was where we were supposed to be. Since Gandalf is a wizard, you never know what to expect.”

Okay, that was different. It almost sounded as if they went through a portal of some sort. Like a portkey? They touched the portkey and traveled to a different universe? But portkeys weren’t part of Middle Earth, that was Harry Potter. Did they have something similar?

“You’re not in Middle Earth anymore,” you said softly.

Both brothers stared at you with wide eyes, their beer long forgotten. Kíli looked at his older brother, and pulled at his sleeve.

“What does she mean by that?”

Fíli kept his eyes fixed on your face, searching your features to see if you were lying. If you were trying to prank them.

“It means that you traveled between different worlds. In my world, where you’re in right now, Middle Earth is fictional. A story. It doesn't exist. Just like my world doesn’t exist where you’re from.” “I don’t believe you,” Kíli said with a frown.

You had expected this. It’s not like you would’ve believed them if you were in their place.

“Look around,” you tried to explain, “you can see things you recognize. The furniture, me being a human, … But you can also see things that you don’t understand. They are from this world.”

“You said Middle Earth was a story to you?” Fíli asked you. “Yes. There are tales about Middle Earth, and Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, the race of Men, … Orcs, wargs, goblins,” you explained, careful not to mention anything about their storyline or the one with the One Ring. “But I’ve never thought it could be real.”

They stayed silent for a few moments, letting it all sink in.

“How… How do we get back to Middle Earth?” Fili wondered. “I’m sorry, I really don’t know. But I’m going to help you find your way back. We’ll figure something out.”

You played with your fingers, a telltale sign you were nervous.

“And in the meantime you can stay here... With me.”

A/N: There you go... This is the setup for a possible new multichapter fic if people are interested in it. Just think of the two brothers in a modern day kitchen and bathroom, how the reader tries to cope with her fictional crush in her home and... how will they get back to Middle Earth? Would you be interested to read that? Let me know! And of course let me know what you thought of this story :)

A/N part 2: Sometimes tumblr switches paragraphs for no reason at all, if you notice this happened, send me a message! I’ll try and keep an eye on it myself, but some help is always appreciated.

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Sleepover (Collab with @lozzypoz321)

Sebastian Stan x f!teen!co-star!reader, MCU Cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff, crack honestly

Description: You and the MCU cast have a secret sleepover on set.

Warnings: language!!

A/N by morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by @lozzypoz321: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind th scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is suck and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“I’m coming” you yelled, padding over to the door and opening up. Sebastian and Anthony stood out there. They looked oddly child-like as they stood there with their sleeping bags and dressed in pjs. You snorted. “Well, hello to you too!”

“Don’t laugh, N/n, this is serious.” Anthony said as you walked out, you also dressed in your marvel pjs and with a sleeping bag in hand. Although, you thought, it was hard to take him seriously when he was dressed in Winnie The Pooh slippers.

“Whatever you say, man.”

The entirety of the marvel cast had planned a sleepover on set. It was very secret, apparently. You didn’t know the full story, but they had seemingly asked the directors if they could have an onset sleepover and they’d refused, so someone had to steal a key. It was a whole process, but nonetheless you found yourself on the way to set at around 10:30.

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking.

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

Inside all the others were already waiting, the entirety of the cast. Notably, you could see that Robert, Scarlett and Mark had created a pillow fort, and were hiding out in the coziness with a bag of popcorn.

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!”

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

Everyone sat down on a large stretch of couches, blankets and pillows, where Elizabeth had placed a projector pointed to an empty wall of the set. You sat down with Tom (Hiddleston), Sebastian and Mark. It was a rather weird thing to see so many grown men and women (that you had previously had respect for) in their most colourful pjs, but you supposed it was on you to expect any differently from this cast of people.

Chris (Evans) had picked a movie and, unsurprisingly, he picked Iron Man 1. Robert protested for about two seconds, before he let everyone shower him in compliments because that movie was so damn good. “Okay okay, I guess we can watch it if we really have to”

Scarlett lightly laughed and pressed a button on the projector to start the movie after placing the disk inside that Chris (Evans) had brought from his collection at his house. “Where’s the snacks?” You heard Chris (Hemsworth) loudly whisper to Scarlett who sat next to him.

“Ooh do we have popcorn?” You quietly asked Sebastian who nodded and reached across Anthony who was laid next to him to retrieve the salted popcorn that Mark had gotten just for you as he was in charge of the snack committee. Chris (Evans) silently got up, after making sure nobody noticed him (except from you), and crawled across the room in his rapunzel pjs on his hands and knees to reach Robert who was now on the verge of unconsciousness with dribble falling from the side of his mouth. Trying to be discreet, he raised his hands scarily behind him, gaining everybody’s attention in the room except Robert, and suddenly pounced on him in a playful manner.

The man leapt up without warning with wide eyes the size of dinner plates and held his hands up as if he was doing karate in a mode of self defence. Everybody in the room burst out laughing at his reaction, Chris (Evans) reaching for his left pec as he leant back on his knees in a full on belly laugh. “You looked like you were a 6 year old girl” Scarlett laughed out and shook her head towards the man, who was now grumbling as he sat back down on his spot with an abundance of blankets by his side.

“All the snacks are gone” Anthony exclaimed to the cast, making Tom (Hiddleston) look up from the screen and ponder “well we could do something that doesn’t require food” he suggested, making everyone look at him to continue.

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

Your happy demeanour made them all smile as you began explaining how he would hide next to you while your brother tried to find both of you. “Well it’s settled then, we’re playing hide and seek!” Chris (Hemsworth) announced in his Australian accent, before you could be told twice, you jumped up and grabbed Sebastian's hand before racing out of the room, not even giving anybody a second glance.

“Woah, where are we going?” Sebastian chuckled, following your rapid footsteps. “Don’t worry about this, Seb, I’ve the perfect hiding spot!” It was a little bit embarrassing to admit, but every time you entered a new place, you thought about the best hiding spots (in case of an unwarranted game of hide and seek).

You pulled Sebastian into the costume room and shuffled awkwardly into the back. There, you found your masterful hiding place. It was a vent, but not a small one. It was big. Sebastian looked at you in surprise. “Not bad, Y/n.”

You popped the cover right off, catching Sebastian off guard. “I unscrewed it back in February,” you explained and jumped inside. Sebastian seemed to want to question you further, but instead just shrugged to himself and followed you inside, closing the vent cover behind him.

“This really is the perfect place,” he mumbled, voice echoing slightly in the vents. It was pretty cold, but stable. “And hey, didn’t you say that your dad used to hide with you?” He asked while looking around the airy place. “Oh, um, yeah” you said sheepishly, just now remembering the moment in the other room.

“Um- I-I mean, not that you’re my- Like, my dad-” you stammered, blushing at the awkward moment, “Like- My dad is my dad- You’re just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I just-”

“Shut up!” Sebastian hissed suddenly. You looked at him, taken aback. He was staring out the vent covers, and then looked back at you with a grin. He pointed to it silently. Your brows furrowed, and you looked out. You saw Chris in the room, hand holding a flashlight while aiming it around the room, trying to find a sign of anybody. You held your breath.

“I know you’re in here! I can smell your fear!” he yelled trying to act scary. Meanwhile, he just looked kind of goofy in his Disney princess pjs. You saw Sebastian beside you, trying not to laugh. His face was contorted into a forced frown, but a smile still crept up the corners of his mouth. Seeing his face, you started feeling the urge to laugh too.

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably.

“I will find you!” Chris said again, and this time Sebastian let out a laugh, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and so did yours. Chris stopped moving, snapping his head around furiously. “Who was that? Where are you?”

You saw the moment Sebastian decided to give up on hiding, as he just suddenly started laughing like a maniac. You did too, both of you clutching your stomachs. Chris scoffed and tore the vent cover off, revealing the two of you laughing uncontrollably.

“Come on, guys, it wasn’t that funny!” Chris sighed, but he was wrong, it was definitely that funny. You guys went back to the movie room. Robert, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony had all already been found.

“Welcome to the losers!” Tom grumbled. You both sat down with him and chatted while waiting for the others to turn up. The next was Mark, who had been hiding under a table, and then Elizabeth who wasn’t even trying, but was somehow second last anyway.

Then came the waiting game. Hemsworth, the biggest of you all, the goofiest, and seemingly the easiest to spot, was still at large. Chris was hopelessly searching, but came back every ten minutes with a more and more depressed look on his attractive face.

“I can’t find him!” he admitted finally. There was a collective sigh, and then everyone started searching together, simultaneously calling out “Chris! The aussie one!” Eventually you did find him, crammed behind a couch uncomfortably.

When you finally did, Anthony (as well as several others) seemed to have only grown hungrier, and the need for snacks was larger than ever. “I swear to god if we don’t find food right now I may just quit the job” Anthony swore and huffed as he crossed both his arms over his chest. “That seems a bit dramatic but okay” Scarlett laughed as the ten of you rounded a corner in the building to only come face to face with an abundance of vending machines that everyone used at break and you all had seemingly forgotten about. “Woah” Tom said, impressed at the arrangement.

“Food galore,” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you.

Trying not to seem too excited, Anthony ran forward, eyes following each and every item of edible food and drink. “I think you better hurry up” Tom commented from his spot the furthest from you, noticing the way Anthony and Chris were now eyeing your favourite type of chips.

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

You, Robert and Sebastian immediately went over to the vending machine that was holding doritos, lays, and other classic chips. “Um, about earlier,” you mumbled to the Romanian man as Robert began to shake the machine with force, hoping something would fall down “I didn’t mean it like that” your cheeks flooded with embarrassment as the memory came flashing back to you.

But before you could start apologising even more, he stopped you and sent a reassuring smile your way “don’t worry about it Y/N, I know what you meant.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze, before going back to watching Robert yelling at the Doritos to “fall out, you big pussy!”

Before Chris (Evans) and Tom could come over to your side of the room to be responsible adults and make a rational decision, Chris (Hemsworth) had already come bounding over to you and kicked the glass where the chips were held behind. He put full force behind the kick, so it shattered and fell loudly with a crash to the ground.

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh. “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

Without warning Chris (Evans) ran over to you, making sure to carefully avoid the glass panes. “I’m not getting sued for this shit” he muttered as he picked you up and brought you over to a corner, which was a safe distance away from the wreckage.

“Alright, this has gotten out of hand,” Mark ran a hand through his hair, as he surveyed the broken glass on the floor in distress. Elizabeth nodded. You made eye contact with Scarlett and Anthony, who very clearly didn’t share the same concern that Mark and Elizabeth did. You all giggled quietly.

“But uh, let’s take advantage of the situation, eh?” Chris (Hemsworth) pulled a couple bags of doritos out of the broken vending machine, “Free doritos?” He shook the bags playfully. There was a moment where people seemed to question whether they prioritized their dignity of the free doritos, and it’s fair to say that a large number of them chose the doritos.

You all went back to the movie room, collapsing on your mattresses and blankets, with your snacks. But before any of you could begin to focus on the movie once again, a sudden gasp broke out from across the room. “He has the last bag of Doritos!”

“No I don’t” Hemsworth was quick to deny Elizabeth’s claim but everyone could see the full bag that he had attempted to stuff under his blanket. All of a sudden, Scarlett leapt out of her sleeping bag, trying to reach the chips before he did, but unfortunately all the gym workouts he had been going to (or yoga lessons you weren’t really sure) were paying off, as he held the woman at bay so he could grab the snack and hold it far out of her reach.

“Give it” she grunted and tried to reach past his grip and take the chips for herself, but before she had a chance, Chris (Evans) jumped up from his spot over by Tom and snatched the bag from him, holding a victorious grin on his face. Chris (Hemsworth) pouted angrily at his costar, not bothering to fight back as he knew it would be a losing battle (he was captain America for Christ’s sake). But you had a trick up your sleeve, you wanted those chips and you were going to get them whether it was the last thing you did.

Picking up the pillow beside you, you held it up as a shield as ran forward as fast as you could, taking in the confused expression Chris held in his face before you smashed into his stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs but unfortunately, not his.

He chuckled deeply as you smashed back into the wooden floors groaning as the pain surged through you. “I don’t think that worked as well as you thought it would” Mark commented from his comfortable spot on his mattress.

“No, it really didn’t”

The movie ended, and slowly but surely people started going to bed. There were yawns and stretches around you all bundled together on the floor. You too found yourself growing tired, stuffing yourself into your sleeping bag and getting comfortable.

“Goodnight!” you murmured and those who were awake mumbled it back drowsily. You distinctly heard Sebastian mutter back to you from his sleeping bag “shut up, I’m tired”. You chuckled for the last time that night, as soon sleep overcame you.

Then, at the the buttcrack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-”

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

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lozzypoz321 · 4 years

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Word count: 2.6k

A/N by @morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by lozzypoz321: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind the scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is such and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: bad language!

Sleepover (Collab)

“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“Whatever you say, man.”

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking.

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!”

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably.

“Food galore” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you.

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh(bitch). “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

“No, it really didn’t”

Then, at the the crack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-”

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

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punksarcasticmisanthropicwriter · 3 years

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I got a Tomarry Prompt: Older Harry + Soulmate AU

So you sent me this prompt but now it’s turned into an entire fic and I can’t stop this madness if I tried. So I’m just gonna gift you with the wip of the first Tomarry fic I’ve ever written! ヽ(⌐◽️3◽️)ノ♪♬

I also wrote all most of this at like 3am so please disregard any typos or errors because I haven’t proofread any of this lol.

P.S. can you tell that Tom is my type?

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The sharp crack of apparition announced the arrival of Harry Potter as he appeared just outside the wards of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Another crack sounded on the quiet grounds as the Mr. Harvel Rouch snapped into being next to him. The Runes Master was a stern bloke, Harry thought. He wore navy robes and a pair of small spectacles resting on the edge of his nose which accentuated the scowl that seemed to deepen the longer he was in Harry’s presence. They walked up to the schools entrance in silence, as Rouch had refused any sort of conversation no matter the topic after Harry had accidentally mispronounced his name upon greeting the man. Harry had given up after the first thirty minutes. They made it up the path with no problems and, after knocking on the doors, Harry was wrapped in a backbreaking hug from one Neville Longbottom.

“Harry! It’s so good to see you!” Harry returned the hug with enthusiasm and chuckled.

“You too Neville.” Harry pulled away to gesture at his friend “I mean Professor Longbottom of Herbology.” Harry gave a polite nod.

Neville blushed a little “Nah, Harry.” he chuckled “The school year doesn’t start for another two weeks.” Mr. Rouch huffed and cleared his throat impatiently. “I’m here to inspect the wards.” Rouch said not bothering to hide his annoyance. Not for the first time, he was reminded of his aunt. Neville stepped aside to allow them in. “Of course, please come in.”

As soon as he entered its halls, Harry could feel Hogwarts’ magic welcoming him home. He sighed and smiled, happy to be back and happy happy to see his friend, especially after dealing with Mr. Petunia all day. Speaking of which, there was another famous scowl Harry wholeheartedly wished to avoid. “Alright Neville. You here to take us to see the Headmaster?”

“Yeah,” Neville started down the hall, “Just this way Mr. Roach.” Harry hid his chuckle as a cough.

“It’s Mr. Rouch if you please.” His scowl had turned to a sneer at what Harry guessed was a common mistake.

“My apologies” Neville politely bowed his head “this way.” Rouch huffed and started down the halls ahead of them. Neville followed, gesturing for Harry to join him.

Harry felt warm twisting through the familiar corridors. He probably knew this place better than his own house. This place had been his home for seven years. It had been his only escape from the Dursley’s. Coming back again was like he’d found a piece of himself Harry hadn’t known was missing. But Neville was telling Harry about some new plant or another when something caught his attention. There was a dark magic in Hogwarts that Harry didn’t recognize.

Abruptly, Harry felt his own core reaching out to meet it. Harry nearly tripped as his core and this strange dark magic began to mingle and play, almost caressing each other... Alright they were caressing each other and it was freaking Harry the fuck out. With more effort than Harry would care to admit he restrained his magic core and pulled it back to him. The dark tendrils of magic receded and disappeared almost instantly. Harry’s eyebrows knit together and he made up his mind to tell Dumbledore about it. Well... most of it. Maybe he’d leave out the bit about how friendly his magic had gotten with it. It’s not like anyone could tell but him anyway. Harry quietly came back to the conversation and set his worries aside for now.

The path was just as he remembered. He’d gotten into his fair share of trouble when he was younger. He’d liked to walk the halls at night to clear his head. Although most of the time he was able to avoid the prefects and teachers with his cloak, Mrs Norris had caught him a few times. Neville spoke the password and let them ascend the stairs with a friendly goodbye.

“Come in.” Dumbledore spoke the moment they came upon the headmasters doors, and Harry shook his head fondly at the headmasters dramatics. Harry opened the doors and allowed Rouch in ahead of him before entering himself.

Shutting the door behind him, Harry surveyed the room. Dumbledore was sat at his high desk as usual and appeared to be offering Mr. Rouch a lemon drop. Smiling at his antics Harry noticed two others in the room. On the right, Harry recognized Professor Snape in all his scowling glory as he sneered at his former potions student. But on the left was some Harry didn’t recognize. Presumably another teacher, he was ridiculously tall, in smart black robes that fit snugly in all the correct places. He had equally perfect black hair, porcelain smooth skin, high cheekbones, a sharp jaw, and eyes so dark Harry couldn’t tell the color. He was unfairly handsome in a way that made Harry want to hat him for it. But what really caught Harry’s attention was the dark magic radiating off him like waves. But the moment Harry let go of the door and stepped inside his core snapped out in time with the other mans, and the two cores latched onto each other. The man blinked in surprise as Harry’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. Harry pulled at his magic as much as he could but it wouldn’t budge, and from the tugging on his core he knew the other man was doing the same.

“Young Mr. Potter.” Dumbledore said breaking their silent reverie. “How are you my boy?”

“I’m fine professor” Harry fought to keep his eyes off the man obviously studying him to his left. “It’s good to see you again, headmaster.”

“Good, good,” Dumbledores eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked between Harry and Mr. Perfect. “You of course know Professor Snape, as he taught you potions” he gestured with his hand at the man raising a single eyebrow at Harry. He quickly remembered that Snape had a similar ability to sense magic as Harry, and so did Dumbledore.

“Professor Snape.” Harry greeted him.

Severus’ eyes narrowed as if looking at a puzzle. “Mr. Potter.” He drawled, the silent question hanging heavily in the air. Harry tried to express through his expression that he had absolutely no idea what was happening and that his core wasn’t listening to him and that he was trying to break free but he just couldn’t!

He wasn’t sure if he was able to show all that in a single expression but if the obvious look of disappointment on Snapes face was anything to go by he at least knew that Harry hadn’t the foggiest idea what was going on.

“Yes...” Dumbledore began “Allow me to introduce you to our Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Professor Tom Riddle.”

“Harry Potter. Pleasure to meet you.” Trying to hide his anxiety, he extending his hand in greeting.

“The pleasure is mine.” His voice was deep and smooth, it reminded Harry of Chocolate and Firewhiskey. He had a blank mask of politeness on his face as he extended a pale hand with long slender fingers, soft against Harry’s, slightly smaller, scared and calloused palms. The only thing giving away his discomfort was how he was still trying to rip his core away from Harry’s. They quickly released each other’s hands as Harry took a few steps back.

Harry looked back up at Dumbledore who had a pleasant smile, but his eyes twinkled in the way Harry recognized as ‘I know more than I’m saying.’,

“Professor Snape, would you be so kind as to lead our Mr.Rouch to the warding room?”

“...Of course.” Snape looked slightly agitated with being excused when something was obviously happening but briskly left, leaving Rouch to held jog to keep up.

Dumbledore looked to Harry “please have a seat my boy... lemon drop?”

“Pardon me,” Riddle began, bringing a hand to his chest. “I’m afraid I must be going now. Mr. Potter.” He politely bowed and briskly walked to the door. Apparently he wanted to be done with this just as much as Harry, who turned back to Dumbledore who was observing Tom with intense focus. Harry was about to speak when he heard Riddle open the door.

Harry’s core instantly tightened its grip on Riddles with enough focus to send him flying backwards and toppling over his chair. Riddle staggered and gripped the doorframe with both hands to keep from falling over as Harry was dragged across the floor. Riddle, still white knuckling the doorframe with one hand, righted himself and smoothed back the single curl that had fallen into his face before turning around. Harry liked at Riddle in something akin to horror as he got up and rubbed the back of his head. Riddles jaw twitched, politeness ripped to shreds as he glared at Harry and sharply said “Let. Go.”

“Me?!”

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andcontemplation · 4 years

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I saw your pic of Winona and Helena and I was wondering if you could do a short ficlet of maybe young Joyce discussing her fling/friendzone/love with Hop with her older sister cause hell she's desperate about it

Like the sister could ask her out, give advice, tease her about it, they could talk about each other's experiences or Joyce could even ask her for advice cause she's afraid to fuck things up if it gets physical

I'm not a writer so I'm leaving all my ideas here, I'd love if you wrote this but don't worry if you're too busy or sth

Dear Anon -- I don’t normally take many fic requests because I’m such a slow writer, but this one just sprouted fully formed from my brain the moment I read your ask! It still took me a few days to get after since life got busy for me. It also turned out to be about 1400+ words so I’ve pasted below under the cut. I’ll be uploading it to Ao3 soon too when I get a chance :) I’d be happy to dedicate it to you if you feel comfortable dm-ing me your username on Ao3. Thank you for sending it along!

"Hey, you! What's wrong?"

Joyce nearly jumped out of her skin at the disembodied voice that called out from the empty bedroom -- or at least, the bedroom she thought was empty. She turned on a dime, clutching for her heart. Joyce might’ve been sixteen going on seventeen, but she was far too young for a heart attack.

"Jesus!" She gasped at the familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. "I didn't know you were home."

"Ma didn't tell you I was coming home for Thanksgiving?" Stella stopped unpacking the small duffle at her feet and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

Joyce sighed and leaned against the doorframe.

"Ma's not even here! She went to Chicago this morning with her new beau."

"Color me surprised," Stella deadpanned, throwing the pair of socks down on the bed in disgust. "Which one? Tom?"

Joyce shook her head.

"Randy. Tom was married."

Stella rolled her eyes and reached for another handful of clothes.

"Of course he was," she snapped. "How does she keep falling for that same old line?"

Joyce only shrugged and toed the door jamb, waiting for her sister to invite her into her room.

They hadn't seen much of each other since Stella ran off at sixteen to live with her boyfriend in Philadelphia, almost two years previous, and as the months and then the years passed by, Joyce felt more and more distant from the sister she grew up with. It was beginning to feel like eons had passed since they would spend all their days together, playing dolls and dress-up in that exact bedroom, performing plays for the neighborhood kids in the backyard or riding their bikes downtown to go try on perfume and makeup at the five and dime.

Joyce was still a little miffed at Stella for running off and leaving her behind with their mother and not taking Joyce with her when she left. It didn't seem fair that she had to stay when she was the baby -- the baby with the most responsibility -- the one who ended up making sure Ma didn't go completely off the rails, dependent on the bottle again or running off with a third husband. The resentment Joyce still carried always made her forget just how much she missed having her big sister around and how much she still needed her.

Stella looked up from her duffle bag and saw Joyce standing there, looking at her with big, red-rimmed eyes.

"Sorry Ma skipped town. I'm glad you're home," Joyce said, meaning it.

Stella's frown melted, and she dropped the clothes in a heap, patting the bed beside her.

"I am too. Now tell me what's wrong."

Joyce sighed deeply.

"Nothing. It's stupid."

"Boys?" Stella asked with a knowing grin.

Joyce sighed again, and her eyes fluttered up to the ceiling, embarrassed at the degree of stupidity she was feeling that very moment. She willed herself not to cry over him.

Stella pushed Joyce's bangs out of her eyes and off her cheeks, where they stuck to pale skin, and gave her little sister a look. But instead of imbibing confidence, it just made Joyce want to cry more.

She made a face and sucked in a breath before letting it all out.

"Karen and I saw Hop behind the bleachers with one of the cheerleaders today at lunch."

Stella's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh. Which cheerleader?"

"Chrissy Carpenter. That bottle blonde bubble-headed... bimbo!"

Joyce glared out the window and across the street at the edge of Hopper's front lawn, the only piece of his house she could see from that angle.

Stella choked back a giggle when she noticed how intensely Joyce was staring.

"Woah. That's some serious alliteration."

"Yeah, well," Joyce grumbled and shrugged. "I'm upset."

Stella went back to emptying out the rest of her bag, but not before throwing her sister a loving look.

"I can see that. But I thought you and Jimmy were just friends?"

"We are!" Joyce finally dragged her eyes off his house and pouted at Stella before trailing off. "It's just that…"

"Oh come on," Stella said and ruffled Joyce's bangs. "You know you can tell me!"

There was another eye roll from Joyce.

"I just thought that something had changed between us this year. Maybe... Oh, I don't know anymore."

Then she clammed up.

Stella walked over to the window, took out a pack of Slims, and lit one up before opening the window a crack.

"Know what? Spit it out, sis!"

Joyce couldn't look at her older, prettier, more elegant sister, sitting there smoking at the windowsill like some french model who could have any man she wanted -- wrapped around her little finger. Joyce wished she could only look so mod and in charge.

Instead, she felt pathetic for pining after the boy across the street.

"Well," she started, flopping back on the bed, finding it easier to confess without having to worry about seeing the look of judgment cross Stella's face. "He'd been acting weird since we went camping this last summer. Then I realized by the second week of September that he was over here almost every night. At first, he said he needed help with his schoolwork because he really wanted to graduate, and since we're in all the same classes, it made sense, right? But by October, he was coming over for the dumbest reasons, and then I started to think he was gonna ask me to the homecoming dance. Like, I was so sure he was gonna do it. A few times, actually. But it was like he chickened out or something."

Stella held up a hand to pause Joyce there, even though Joyce couldn't see it.

"Waitaminute. Didn't you say on our last phone call that Lonnie Byers asked you out that night?"

"Yep, and what a date that was." Joyce rolled her head to the side and looked at her sister with a scowl.

Stella smirked, tapping the end of the cigarette out over the eaves.

"I warned you about him."

"Yeah yeah, I know: 'Lonnie Byers is scum.' But I'm pretty sure we're talking about Hop here?"

"Pardonne Moi! Please... continue."

"So, he seemed a bit distant after homecoming, but he'd still come over to study sometimes, and I'd catch him staring at me. It almost looked like he wanted to kiss me or something. And one day during gym, he told me I looked pretty when I knew for a fact I was a sweaty, frizzy mess. I guess it got in my head because I started to think, well maybe I want him to kiss me. And maybe I like him too? I was gonna tell him this weekend. I had it all planned out. But then he runs off and swaps spit with Chrissy, and now here I am, crying over a dumb boy. Stupid, stupid me."

Stella put the last bit of the cigarette out and moved back to the bed, pushing Joyce's legs out of the way.

"Not stupid," she said. "Just young and in love."

Joyce sat up on her elbows, nose turned up in protest.

"Gross. I am not!"

"You are." Stella chuckled.

Joyce frowned as she slowly realized her sister was right and succumbed to her lovesick fate.

"I am, aren't I?"

"'Fraid so, my dear."

"Cripes -- this sucks!”

"Oh, don't worry." Stella smiled. "I know just the thing to fix a broken heart! Ma might not be around but we can still have fun. What’s say we stay up late, paint our nails, eat our way through an entire tub of ice cream and I can give you some pointers for when you find yourself a real man. You'll be over that silly Hopper boy in no time."

"But what if I don't want to be over him?" Joyce whined, feeling sick for even thinking it let alone admitting it out loud. He was her best friend, since before they could walk, and those feelings had remained strictly platonic but lately, she couldn't imagine being without him, let alone sharing him with anyone else. Especially bottle blonde bubble-headed bimbos.

Stella held her hand out to Joyce and helped her sit up.

"Trust me, sis. It's for the best. Boys like Jim and Lonnie will ruin you for life. You belong with someone sweet and kind, who won't rush you before you're ready…"

Joyce scoffed.

"Boys like that don't exist!"

"Sure, they do!" Stella nodded. Then she had an idea. "Say -- isn't there a Sadie Hawkins soon?"

"Yeah, the Snowball," Joyce said, cluing in, trying not to look too excited. "You think I should ask Hop?"

"No!" Stella sighed. "I'm saying you should ask a nice boy to go with you."

"A what?"

"Think of the nicest, and well... let’s say the nerdiest guy in your class, and ask him to the Snowball. Not Lonnie or Hop! No more bad boys who play ping-pong with your heart."

"No, no way!" Joyce shook her head and dove headfirst into the pillows. "I am not asking Bob the Brain!"

Stella threw her hands up in the air.

"Fine, be miserable and alone forever then. See if I care!"

"Fine!" Joyce shouted, muffled by the pillows before dissolving into a fit of giggles as her sister beat her over the head with another frilly embroidered pillow.

"I'm glad you're home," Joyce said when she caught her breath.

"Me too, sis," Stella said. "Me too."

#anon #asks #fanfiction #jopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #teen!jopper #highschool jopper #winona ryder #helena bonham carter

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written-on-the-trees · 4 years

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Yungblud Fan Fic - Finding Love Is Better Than Finding A Gold Mine

The Trees’ October 2020 Writing ChallengeDay 7/31

Prompt: Dragon (barely applies but oh well)

Word-count: 1500 words

Content Warnings: none

Summary: As all his friends move on with their lives, Dom's feeling lonely...but maybe he's found someone he can be lonely with.

A/N: So, just as to let everyone know how little I plan this shit out, I wrote a dragon-inspired story about MGK because it was what came to mind when I got the prompt for 'gold', and then five days later I got a prompt for 'dragon'. Clearly I need to learn to look forward a little more...but since I'm back on the subject, enjoy a sort-of sequel to Not All That Glitters Is Gold.

Dom smiled as Colson proudly introduced his human to the assembled group of dragons. He was about two seconds away from picking the small woman up and showing her off like a trophy, but she didn’t seem to mind. Dom didn’t think he would either; the way the Colson looked at her said it all - he adored his human. It shone from him like the sun: obvious to anyone who so much as glanced at the couple.

Dom was overjoyed for his friend…but he was also envious.

Everyone he knew was settling down, finding partners and having hatchlings, and Dom just…wasn’t.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t looking: he really, really was! It was just hard to find someone that wanted him. Humans were scared of him because he was a dragon, and dragons thought he was just…well, weird. Which was fair; Dom was weird for a dragon, given that he spent more time in his human form than he did in his scales, but he didn’t see why that bothered so many people. It made him feel good, and it wasn’t like he hurting anyone else!

He was just doing what made him happy, but apparently that made him incredibly unappealing to other living beings. Sure, Tom, Adam, and Colson had never minded, and they were all great friends, but none of them were romantically interested in Dom, and Dom wasn’t romantically interested in any of them - at least not seriously, especially since they all found partners. It was more than a little depressing, although he didn’t have time to dwell on it, not with the way the whole cave had just fallen silent.

A tall figure had paused in the entrance of the cave, shrouded in a black cloak that covered her from the top of her head down to her ankles, leaving only her bare feet exposed. Not that anyone needed to see any more than that.

They already knew who she was.

“It's the Messenger.”

“What does she want here?”

“Shh!”

The whispers died down as the Messenger looked around the cave, curling her lip in distaste as she took in the crowd that Colson had invited…and obviously finding them all lacking.

It wasn’t new; the Messenger was an odd member of the magical community. She was a neutral figure: the only one trusted to communicate and mediate between different supernatural groups, which meant that she didn’t have any enemies - but she didn’t have any friends either. It was a lonely job, and from what little he knew about Messengers, they often went one of two ways: retreating into themselves, or becoming…hostile. The current Messenger had gone down the second path.

And, apparently, she was feeling particularly hostile tonight.

“Well, quite a glittering crowd you’ve invited today, Baker. Dragons, the Fey, some were-animals, and - oh, how quaint: even the rabble.” She sneered at the small group of witches gathered in the corner, before turning back to Colson: “I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.”

Colson glared at the witch: “You weren't wanted.”

“Not wan- oh!” the Messenger clasped a hand over her heart, mockingly pretending to be upset: “Oh dear…what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight…well, in that event, I'd best be on my way.”

Dom could see where this was going - and tried to smooth it over before anything kicked off: “You're not offended, Messenger?”

“Why, no, of course not.” she smirked.

Dom could tell she wasn’t lying…but something about her smirk didn’t ring true with Dom. When she swept out of the cave, ignoring the gathered beings watching her leave, Dom followed her out into the night.

He knew it had to be lonely having no friends. Dom was lonely, and he had loads of friends - he just couldn’t find a partner. The Messenger had no partner and no friends and now people were refusing to invite her to things even out of politeness, as was custom.

She had to be lonely…he’d bet half his hoard on it, if the speed she was moving away from the party was any indication.

For a woman on bare feet, she moved through the forest with ease. Even with eyes that allowed him to see well in semi-darkness like the moonlight night around him, between the swiftness she moved through the trees and the long black cloak she wore, Dom struggled to keep up with her. It was only thanks to sheer determination that Dom managed to stay on her trail. Determination, and a sudden certainty that nobody should be feel lonely in a world full of people. Not her, not him, nobody.

And he was going to fix that - at least for the Messenger and himself. As soon as he caught up with her.

Which she is not making easy for me.

She really wasn’t…until all of a sudden she was, coming to a dead stop a few feet in front of him: “Why are you following me?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Of course I’m okay.”

Dom knew he probably shouldn’t poke the metaphorical bear…but he’d come this far, so he wasn’t going to back down now: “You sure? I mean…I thought you might be a bit lonely.”

Nothing in the Messenger’s body language changed, but the air around them suddenly felt charged, just like it did before lightning was about to strike - though when she spoke, the Messenger’s voice was icily calm: “And why would you think that?”

“Because I am.”

Slowly, the electric feeling in the air faded.

The Messenger’s body language relaxed…and then slumped, like she was suddenly carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Dom knew better than to push - at least not anymore than he already had - but seeing an infamously powerful woman look so defeated, even through the shroud of her cloak, was sadden. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her, but he didn’t dare. He wouldn’t touch anyone without their permission, but especially not witches like the Messenger, who could flatten him with one spell.

At least not until he saw her shoulders shudder in an unmistakable sob.

Dom didn’t think, he just wrapped the Messenger into a hug. Up close and personal, she was a lot shorter than she appeared, short enough that he could tuck her head under his chin when he wrapped his arms around her.

He was honestly worried about her…smiting him of something for a few seconds, but instead she buried her face in his neck, and stayed there mutely. She was shuddering, but Dom couldn’t hear anything, or feel any wetness soaking into his shirt, the Messenger just silently cried into his shoulder until she was done.

“Better?” Dom asked, allowing her to pull away to gather herself.

The Messenger didn’t answer, just shrugged slightly: “Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. I apologise.”

“Nah, you don’t have to apologise.” Dom reassured: “We all have bad days.”

“Yourself included, apparently.”

“Yeah, myself included.”

Slowly, as if she wasn’t sure of herself, the Messenger reached up and pushed her hood back, revealing the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Even with puffy red eyes, her wary expression, and the darkness obscuring the true colour of her hair and eyes, the Messenger was still stunning.

“You seem nice.” she mused: “I don’t understand why you’re lonely.”

“All my friends are settling down with partners, having hatchlings, moving on with their lives…and I’m not.” Dom explained, trying to keep his tone light, but not quite pulling it off: “It’s not as bad as having no friends, I know, but…”

“But at least having no friends would make you used to the loneliness. Sometimes it better not knowing what you’re missing…”

Dom didn’t know about that…but he supposed it didn’t matter too much; the Messenger had a friend now: “Well, neither of us have to be lonely now. We have each other.”

The Messenger looked at him for a few seconds, with eyes that seemed to be able to see right into his soul, but Dom didn’t flinch.

He wanted to be her friend - if that meant he had to deal with a few unsettling stares, then so be it.

“You’re a dragon.”

It wasn’t a question, but Dom answered it anyway: “I am.”

The Messenger nodded: “Dragons don’t start drama. You just sit on your gold mines and keep yourselves to yourselves.”

“Doesn’t make us bad friends.” Dom pointed out.

The Messenger smiled: “Far from it. I think I’d like to be friends with you, Dominic.”

Dom grinned, happiness bubbling in his chest – and the boiling over when she leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek.

“Maybe we can try the getting together thing too.” she whispered to him: “I think dragons might be good at that too…or, at least, you might be.”

#The Trees Writes #The Trees' October 2020 Writing Challenge #Yungblud fanfic #Yungblud fan fiction #Dominic Harrison fanfic #Dominic Harrison fan fiction

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bi-nick-carraway · 4 years

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Y o got a fic prompt for yaa: “If they mess with you, they’re messing with me.” Natsby

Author's note: hi. This took me a while but here it is. I'm so sorry if there are spelling mistakes or if the whole thing is out of character. It's almost 11 pm and I wrote this in one sitting without editing. I have tired brain syndrome leave me alone. Anyway, enjoy (hopefully)

It took so much strength for Nick to not speak up when he saw people mistreating Jay Gatsby. Wolfshiem, the Buchanans, anyone and everyone that showed up at Gatsby’s parties. Even after all that had happened, it was difficult for Nick to raise his voice against people that he viewed as his peers. However, that did not in any way mean that hearing people speak unfairly against Gatsby didn’t make his blood boil.

Although Gatsby’s recovery was long, he still kept up with hosting parties. Nick was not sure exactly why, but at least it kept Jay distracted. Almost every weekend an invitation appeared on Nick’s doorstep, and it never failed to twist his stomach in the same exciting and nervous way it did the first time. For one particular party, he decided on a gray flannel suit and a pale green shirt underneath. If Gatsby could get away with that god awful pink suit, Nick mused, then he could get away with a subtle pop of color.

The party was in full swing by seven o’clock that evening. Nick was, of course, on time and perhaps even a little early. Bright lights and fireworks seemed to be everywhere, and the strong smell of oranges and alcohol filled Nick to the brim with that certain mixture of excitement and awkward anxiety that people so often get at parties. Nevertheless, Nick was determined to enjoy himself and not waste an ounce of his neighbor’s hospitality. Guests arrived by the dozen, all eager for a night of blind, drunken pleasure. It wasn’t soon before Nick himself had joined them in drinking, although he tried desperately to restrain himself.

Eventually, Nick found himself having a pleasant conversation with a shy young lady who couldn’t have been older than nineteen. Her dirty blond hair was stylishly short and her lips had been painted a sinful shade of red. She looked like a painting, Nick realized with alcohol-tinged amusement. Young and eyes bright with innocence. He must have been the only man in that room whose goal wasn’t to share a bed with her. Even if he did, he noticed how she was nervously watching a young, red-haired man out of the corner of her eye.

As the girl rambled on about literature, Nick’s eyes wandered around the grand room. It was not until he saw a familiar couple that he paused.

And that couple was talking to Jay Gatsby.

“Are you alright, Mr. Carraway?” the young girl asked. Timid though she was, she was not dumb enough to recognise when she wasn’t being listened to.

“Apologies, Miss…”

“Margaret Wright, and I believe we’ve already had our introductions,” she said with a hint of curtness coming through her reserved exterior.

“Yes, of course,” Nick replied quickly, already moving away from her and towards Gatsby. “If you would excuse me-” He did not even bother with completing his sentence as he hurried across the room.

By the time Nick arrived to intervene, there was already tension in the air between Tom Buchanan and Jay Gatsby. Daisy, as always, stood in the middle of it. The sight of the couple made Nick feel sick. The feeling eased when Jay smiled his beautiful goddamn smile at him.

“Nick! What a pleasure to see you,” Jay exclaimed, beaming.

“I could say the same thing to you, Mr. Gatsby,” Nick responded with playful formality. Then he turned resentful eyes wearing a thin veil of politeness to Tom Buchanan. “I’m surprised to see you here, Tom. I assumed an exciting life didn’t suit you.”

“Wouldn’t have come if Mr. Gatsby here didn’t send an invitation,” Tom grumbled as he stared into his half empty glass. “And we don’t want people to talk, now do we?”

“Certainly not.” Nick spoke through a strained smile.

“What was the meaning of this invite, Gatsby?” Tom asked, not hiding how he was standing territorially in front of Daisy. Gatsby took a moment to think.

“Only to wish you and Daisy well,” he responded confidently and almost sincerely. “I was very lost last time we saw each other, but my heart has given me a new direction and a new love.” He glanced to Nick and offered a warm smile, making Nick’s heart jump. “I sincerely hope you and Daisy enjoy your future together.”

Nick admired Jay greatly for that statement and how genuine it sounded. It was typical of Jay to not fully acknowledge the pain he went through in order to make someone see him in a more positive light. Although, Nick wasn’t sure if that was the motivation of that statement. Maybe Jay had finally let go of his past.

“A new direction?” Tom scoffed bitterly, and Nick immediately tensed. “Gatsby, none of your fancy suits and parties were enough to make Daisy want you. You’re still nothing but a goddamn bootlegger.”

“Tom, please-” Daisy pleaded, speaking for the first time in that conversation.

“Daisy, look at him! He’s a sorry excuse for all the money he’s got.” Tom’s harsh, scrutinizing bore into Gatsby, tearing him apart from the inside out.

“If you’re not enjoying the party,” Jay started, his voice shaking, but Tom continued ranting at him.

“Looks like you haven’t changed, Gatsby,” Tom practically spat. “Whoever this ‘new love’ is, Daisy and I feel sorry for the poor girl.” Daisy stood there with her mouth shut without a single word of protest, although her bottom lip trembled and she winced when Tom spoke so aggressively. Nick, unlike Daisy, could no longer hold his composure.

“Why don’t you shut your mouth, Tom?” Nick said with painfully false innocence with a matching smile. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride when he saw the shock on Tom’s face.

“Nick, if you try anything-”

“I’m only recommending that you respect your host. People are watching.” That wasn’t a lie as a small crowd had been watching the quarrel with intense curiosity, including the Margaret girl Nick spoke to earlier.

“If you choose to go on with your berating,” Nick continued calmly, “I might as well give them something to talk about. And I can promise it will not be a pretty sight.”

At that, Tom grumbled some more before walking away, most likely to refill his glass. Daisy gave both Nick and Gatsby an apologetic look before following. Nick could hear Gatsby struggling to calm down and control his breathing.

“Tom’s always been a gentleman,” Nick sighed and turned to Jay, desperately wanting to comfort him. Jay laughed dryly.

“You didn’t have to do that, old sport,” Gatsby said with an unsteady voice. Nick simply shook his head in response.

“If they mess with you, they’re messing with me,” he stated, plain as fact. Then he adopted a more playful smile. “Now, tell me about this new love of yours.” Gatsby let out a sigh of relief and grinned.

“He’s my savior,” Jay said, staring at Nick lovingly. “Thank you, Nick.”

Around them, fireworks still glittered, people drank and sang, a young girl attempted to flirt with a young man. And they stood in the center of all of it, and yet they could see nothing but each other.

Note: so yeah. Tom's a villain and you get a spunky original female character that might appear in future writing if y'all like her

#come get yalls juice #i have another ask I'm gonna try to answer tomorrow #do you guys like Margaret #was it cheesy to include an original character #protective Nick #Nicks kinda hot when he's threatening people not gonna lie #natsby #Nick carwash #autocorrect lol #nick carraway #jay gatsby #james gatz #tgg fanfiction #that's enough tags for today lads

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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A bunch of baby’s breath→b.b

Parings →Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary→Bucky remembers a flower shop from the 40s where a woman use to help him buy flowers for the girls he took on dates. But what if that girl was now you?

Warnings→fluff

A/n→hi! So it’s been so long since I wrote a Bucky fic mainly because this is a peter/tom account(other people too but mostly them) I’m not doing my full taglist but just some people I think would like it and asked to be tagged 💗

Bucky Barnes was brainwashed. Hydra spent years of developing Bucky to be anything but Bucky. The winter soldier, was who Bucky was for decades but not any more. Bucky was now Bucky again. Regular, Sweetheart, looked out for his friends, Bucky.

He remembers his childhood best friend. He remembers all the nights he spent playing outside with him. He remembers all the dates he’s been on, he remembers all the dancing, all the music, all the slang.

he remembers something oddly specific though. He remembers a flower shop, one where he’d buy the girls he’d go on dates with flowers when he was a teenager. He’d get a couple of roses decorated with baby’s breath.

His mom told him girls love roses and the woman working there would always help him make the perfect bunch for the perfect girl. Margo’s flowers. That was the name of the shop and a short woman in her mid 20’s would help Bucky keep romance alive.

He found himself in front of the shop again. He didn’t know why exactly but he did. The sign was new, a lot newer. It wasn’t wood anymore it was metal and it still had the same design but was just brighter. It was nostalgic for him, he felt like a teenager all over again walking in with two dollars in his hand wanting to get the best flowers for the best girl.

He chuckled to himself as he steps in. The bells still ring and there’s still a—now old and gross—welcome mat at the door. He adjusts his hat slightly as he ducks under some hanging vines to see more of what he missed.

He smiles as everything—almost—everything was kept the same. From all the flowers from the walls to the low ceilings that even as a boy he had to duck under. The roses still arranged in color of their meaning, romance being first to sadness being last. Each flower complementing each other in their own way.

“Can I help you?” Your soft voice makes Bucky jump a little bit. Yours reminds him of the woman, Margo, from the 40s.

“I uh...I was wondering if Margo was here?” He asks. She probably was old of age, or dead, Steve and him were pretty much the only people alive from the 40s today who still looked like they were 30.

“No, my grandmother died two years ago. How’d you know her?” You ask with your hands in your overalls. You had a soft angelic look to you, one that Bucky couldn’t even describe. You looked as if the suns main purpose was to shine for you.

“She’s um...an old friend.” He shrugs it off. If you knew who he was it would turn awkward real fast, and Bucky was no stranger to people running from him.

“Oh, well, she’s gone. I’m sorry if you didn’t know and had to find out this way.” You tell him and he nods but you shouldn’t be the one apologizing.

“No, I’m sorry for your loss.” He says and you smile and look down at how the man acted like a nervous puppy.

“No, no, you’re alright. Are you looking for something in particular?” You ask him noticing how he’s eyeing the roses.

“No, not really. Your grandma, Margo, use to help me when I was younger sort flowers for girls I’d go on dates with.” He gestures to the roses and you give him a look.

“You don’t look that old.” You tell him as he did look to be maybe his late twenties early thirties. “That sounds like her. She’d always talk about this one boy that’s come in on Friday nights, this was back in the 40s when she started this whole thing, she’d sort flowers for him to help him keep romance alive.” You chuckle and Bucky blushes, it was him.

“She loved that idea, she loved that boys would give girls flowers on a first date. She said that’s the most gentleman like thing a man can do.” You smile looking down thinking about your grandmother. “I don’t really see much of that anymore but it sounded beautiful.”

Bucky stuck to his 40s dating techniques. That was the one good thing he brought out with him. Always buy a girl flowers, always open doors for her, always pay for dinner, always tell her she looks beautiful, bring her home and walk her to her door and If he’s lucky he’d get a kiss and another date. There were so many more that Bucky stuck to but those were just a few.

“Men should still treat woman like the art they are.” He tells you and you feel a blush coming up. His Brooklyn accent somewhat faded but still there.

“Could I help you arrange anything for someone special?” You ask and he looks down at the roses. No, he wasn’t here for anyone but now that you showed up he’d like to take you on a date.

“No, I was just um...reminiscing.” He says and then looks at you again. “But um...lilac with baby’s breath.” He says. You knew what that meant, he did too. Love at first sight was what purple roses meant, red meant you were in love but purple roses were for love at first sight.

“I’ll get that for you.” You smile as you walk behind the counter to get wax paper and acrylic wrap for the flowers. You grab about twelve asking him if it’s good before filling in the empty spots with baby’s breath.

“So no one special?” You ask and he shakes his head. The flowers would look pretty for about a week and a half in his room before they died.

“No,” he shakes his head swiping his card. “You?” He asks and you shake your head as well.

“Nope, just me and these flowers.” You give a soft smile before handing him the perfect bunch. “I definitely can see you and my grandmother getting along. She said she’d do this all the time for that boy in the 40s.” You tell him and he grips the bunch a little tighter.

“I bet he was a real gentleman.” He says and you get lost for a second in the blue eyes the man had.

“Yeah, I bet he was.” You look away trying not to fall in love today and break your heart tonight.

“I know this is quick but um...I’m sorry i didn’t introduce myself, I’m Bucky.” He smiles and reaches his hand out for you to take. You were shocked as most people didn’t shake hands anymore but yours fit perfectly in his.

“(Y/n).” You introduce back. The name was familiar but you didn’t touch on it too much.

“Anyways, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get some coffee? Or some tea if you don’t drink coffee...” his soft chuckle is like music to your ears as he is too nervous too look up. The worst part was that Bucky never got nervous around girls, yet here he was stuttering in front of one of the prettiest ones he’s seen in about 70 years.

“I drink coffee.” You smile as you encourage him to talk some more.

“Oh, perfect. I know a place not that far from here actually.” He gestured to outside and you smiled and nodded.

“That sounds amazing.” You feel your heart racing a million times per second but you don’t say anything, instead you just smile and get lost in the blue eyes.

“I can pick you up at 4?” He asks knowing that the shop closes then.

“Sure, I um, won’t be here but you can pick me up at my apartment.” You give him a smile before ripping off a piece of receipt paper and scribbling down your number.

“Great, see you at 4 doll.” He takes the paper and shoves it into his pocket.

You adored his style of doing things. The way he touched the flowers as if he was gonna Hurt them, the way he kept brushing hair behind his ears, or the way he seemed like a 40s Sweetheart. The boy your grandmother would talk about.

Everything about him was perfect, he was everything you ever wanted.

4:00pm

You tapped your foot as you waited for Bucky to arrive. You didn’t think he wouldn’t, he seemed like the type of guy to show up on time. And he did, you heard two knocks on your front door and watch your cat scatter away as you jump up and reach to open it.

There he was in black jeans, a thick jacket, a plain grey tee shirt with a necklace hidden under it. In his hands he held pink and lilac roses. Roses of love and love at first sight. They were filled with baby breath and you thought it was the most beautiful thing ever, the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever done for you.

“Hi.” You smile big and he hands them to you. You take them feeling the thorns gently graze your skin but you don’t mind.

“Hi.” He smiles back, his beard from earlier shaven more and he smelt like he just got out of the shower.

“These are beautiful.” You smile and he does back.

“So are you.” He has a cheeky smirk and you look down and laugh a little at how cocky he is.

“You’re already a dork, I like that.” You let out a little laugh that bucky falls in love with as you run back and set them down on your counter.

“Ready to go?” He asks and you nod as you come out and shut the door.

“Yeah.” He holds his arm out for you to take and you’re more than happy to take it.

Everything starts to click a little. The boy your grandmother talked about, the roses, the baby breath, the name, the way he called you doll and brought you your own flowers. He was Bucky, just not the Bucky from then. A newer Bucky and you knew deep down that this was the start of something that was meant to happen.

some tags: @tommyhoe @keepmeholland @darlingtholland @the-inconsistent-writer-fangirl

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes one shot

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ijustreallylovezebras · 5 years

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Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY)

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie

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lapishasproblems · 5 years

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“You two can’t be serious.” (Post-reveal love square fic.”

[READ FROM THE BEGINNING]

(As always, check out the original idea here by @livanarose , I’m just here to stretch the story)

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Back again with me (after a week or so) and I’m actually in a pretty good mood today. I’m back for some more diabetes-worth fluffy love square stuff. The last part wasn’t really good, I was in a really bad mood when I wrote that. I mean I like the girls but I need more SPICE. So here we are.

Alright, here’s part eight.

~~~

“Plagg, come on.”

The black kwami looked over. “The interview is in an hour. Just let me finish my Camembert.”

The blonde groaned. “Let’s. Go.”

“Adri—“

“Now.”

The kwami rolled his eyes, but didn’t answer.

The weeks following Marinette and Chat Noir’s affair hadn’t been pretty for Adrien. As Adrien himself, he still recieved glares from people in class every so often. Alya was softening but still held a grudge, though more to Ladybug than him. Nino had finally forgiven him, seeing that both Marinette and Adrien are on good terms.

As Chat Noir, Adrien had no choice but to cut off all forms of flirting. No more teasing, no more long talks during patrol, no more puns, no more pickup lines, no more “My lady”, or “Bugaboo” or “Kitty”. It was just “Ladybug” and the usual “Chat Noir” during akuma attacks and the constant short conversation for their plans to defeat the akuma victim.

He hasn’t seen Marinette since they did the fourth phase. Even that was unintentional. He just missed her, but apparently phase four is in motion now.

The interview today with Ladybug and Chat Noir was never in the plan either. Since the beginning, both Marinette and Adrien agreed to leave people to connect the dots themselves. They’re not going to explicitly tell people that Chat Noir and Ladybug are dating, or that Ladybug had an affair with Adrien. Their job was to react to it the way any other oblivious person would.

Except for Adrien’s interviews, of course. Those are inevitable.

“Plagg—“

“Give me a minute—“

The model plopped down on his chair, head leaned back so all he could see was he ceiling.

“Adrien, even if we went earlier, you know Ladybug is going to arrive last minute, right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“It’s just going to be like last time. Why even bother?”

“I—“

“Save it. You just want to see her.”

Adrien didn’t answer, smiling instead. At nothing, really. There was nothing up there but the ceiling and even Plagg knew the ceiling wasn’t going to smile back at him or give any repose whatsoever.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Even before the kwami finished the sentence, Adrien had already jumped to his feet. He smiled at the kwami who was still holding onto his uneaten piece of Camembert.

“Plagg, transform me!”

~~~

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright, sweetie?”

The girl threw her head behind her shoulder, flashing a reassuring smile at the woman. “I’ll be alright, Mom.”

“You better be careful, honey. I don’t want anything like that boy happening—“

Before her father could continue whatever he was about to say, Marinette had sprinted down the steps as quickly as her legs could go without tripping and pecked his cheek, flashing another reassuring smile. Tom immediately lost the sentence midway and looked at his daughter’s back as it disappeared trough the trapdoor.

The girl shut the trapdoor closed before collapsing on her chaise, a red kwami immediately appearing in front of her.

“Marinette, you have an interview to attend in thirty minutes.”

The girl sighed. “Thirty minutes is enough for a nap.”

Tikki frowned. “You were down there for a while. What did your parents say?”

Marinette covered her face with her arm, groaning. “Lots of things.”

“You know they only want you to keep you safe, right? Especially your dad.”

“I know,” the girl replied. “I’m starting to get sick of this plan after all. All the questions and the reassuring and people fighting. Plus all the akuma attacks.”

Tikki giggled, still hovering over her chosen. “You and Adrien can stop it anytime you want, you know.”

“I know that,” she sighed again. “But don’t you think that it’s kind of funny to mess with people?”

“Marinette, the last time you “said” you were messing with people, you thought Adrien was a statue and—“

“Ah yeah, don’t remind me of that situation.”

Tikki giggled again. “You can stop it anytime.”

The girl pulled her hand away from her face and sat up, smiling. “I’ll do it only if Adrien agrees.”

The kwami smiled back. “You can discuss about it later, at the interview.”

Marinette nodded, agreeing with her kwami again for the millionth time today. “I’ll surely talk about this with him before I make any decisions. Although, there is one person’s reaction I haven’t seen.”

“Really? I thought everyone in class shared a thought already.”

“Well she did, but I haven’t heard of her since she shared the video of me and Chat Noir to Alya the other day.”

The kwami frowned. “Who is it, Marinette?”

“Lila Rossi. And I’m going to find out just what she’s up to.”

Tikki nodded again. “But now you need to get ready. I see someone waiting for you.”

Marinette peeked out the window, a small smirk forming on her lips.

“Tikki, transform me!”

~~~

The black clad superhero had landed on a nearby roof, the same one she took Marinette to when Ladybug let him down just minutes before an akumatized Andre attacked the streets. Not too close for it to look suspicious, but not too far that the girl living above the bakery can’t see him.

He settled himself on the building’s railing, remembering the time he waited for Ladybug, until he gave up and spotted Marinette instead. He talked to her, because she was a really good friend from school, and seemed to always be able to solve anyone’s problem. That was ages ago. Back then, he didn’t know he had admitted that he was in love with Ladybug...to Ladybug herself.

The railing shook a little, but Chat Noir didn’t even flinch. Without looking over, he knew his partner had arrived on the railing to his left.

“Good afternoon, kitty.”

“Whoops there, Ladybug.”

The red clad heroine shrugged. “You’re the one in a relationship. I can call you any way I like.”

Chat Noir couldn’t help but smile. “I really want to tell you how weird that sentence sounds but I’d rather not have you scold me.”

“Good choice,” Ladybug replied, turning her head over and smiling at her partner. “Time?”

“Fifteen minutes go to.”

“Shall we, then?”

Chat Noir stood up next to her on the railing. “Cut the flirting, Ladybug. I’m taken now,” Chat Noir gave her a grin and she nearly failed hiding her laugh. “Race you there!”

“Hey, WAIT—“

But she was already too late. Chat Noir had leapt away using his baton, leaving Ladybug behind. She stood on the railing of the building as she stared at the black figure getting farther and farther away by the second, a smirk forming on her lips again, knowing one thing for a fact.

That cat can never beat her.

The red clad heroine took out her yo-yo and threw it at a nearby building, its string wrapping itself around a balcony’s railing, letting her use the momentum to swing away. The Parisian wind blew her hair, just like it always does when she’s swinging from building to building, something nostalgic. Something that makes her think about it whenever she’s not doing it.

Before long, Ladybug had caught up to the black cat, slowing down her pace so she can continue alongside him. She caught Chat Noir attempting to add his speed several times, but Ladybug could just easily add hers too and they’d be on the same pace again. The girl took a final swing before landing on the rooftop of the TV station, Chat Noir landing not far from her.

The girl turned and eyed her partner. “I guess we both know who won that one.”

Chat Noir shrugged. “Is arguing with you even possible anymore?”

Ladybug chuckled, but immediately returned her stern look, as if something is wrong. “Time?”

“About ten minutes.”

“Great, I need to talk to you about something.”

Without saying anything, Chat Noir leapt towards the edge of the rooftop, plopping down there, which the girl took as his way to say ‘sure, hit me with it’. Without thinking twice, the red clad superhero walked over and sat down next to him, no hesitations at all, despite the fact that they’re currently sitting at the top of the TV station.

“Listen, this plan is getting ridiculous.”

Chat Noir sighed. “Never thought you’d say that.”

“Well I—“

“But yeah, I think the plan is getting ridiculous. We can’t keep this up forever.”

Ladybug turned her head. “You—you really think so?”

Her partner sighed. “I really want to stick with a girl. I mean...well, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Ladybug cut him off. “You don’t want to pretend anymore. Neither do I.”

A long silence settled over the two, all they could hear was the wind from something stories high, and he faint noise of cars from down there.

“So what? We call it off?”

Ladybug pursed her lips, exhaling through her nose. “I still really want to see someone’s reaction, though.”

“I know, Kagami? She’s unaffected. She’s—“

“What? No. Kagami and I are friends. We’re on good terms,” the girl cut him off quickly. “But I’m afraid I can’t say the same for Lila. I’d like to see how she reacts. She hasn’t done anything and I can’t help but think that she’s plotting something.

Chat Noir looked over. “That’s...that’s actually pretty interesting.”

“I know.”

“Now that we both know she’s a fraud, I wonder what other ways she’ll use to lure Adrien now that he’s single.”

“Did she do anything recently?”

“It was ages ago, though. Just after the news about the affair spread. She came up to me and said that she’s on my side, that I should get over ‘that loser’ soon,” Chat Noir said, making air quotes. “She said I should talk to her because she’s Ladybug’s best friend.”

The girl scoffed. “Blegh, using someone else to boost your popularity. And it’s not even true. I’m not her best friend.”

“You know what she’s like. We all know what she’s like—“

“No, we both know what she’s like, but not anyone else in the classroom.”

Chat Noir didn’t answer, staring at the buildings in the distance. The Eiffel Tower was on the other side of the building, making their view completely Eiffel Tower-free.

“So what do we do now? End it here?

His partner stood up. “No, not now. Let’s quicken up the pace.”

~~~

“So, Ladybug and Chat Noir, how have you been doing these past few days?”

Remembering their last agreement where Ladybug had decided to let her partner answer to the camera first, Chat Noir immediately answered the first question. “Great! We’re both doing great! And yourself?”

Nadia Chamack laughed. “Oh I’m great, thanks for asking,” the woman’s laugh subsided. “Now that the tense atmosphere is gone, I’d like to start with the interview.”

Chat Noir nodded, his partner replied, “Please.”

“Let’s start with the lighter questions. Which akumatized victim was hardest to defeat to you?”

Without thinking twice, Chat Noir answered. “Mr. Pigeon.”

Nadia looked taken aback. “Is that so?”

Chat Noir shrugged. “It’s not that he’s hard to defeat, it’s his dedication. I mean we don’t mind, saving Paris is our job. But being akumatized for twenty-four times? That’s a world record.”

Nadia laughed, turning to the girl in red. “How about you Ladybug?”

The girl had to think for a while. “A lot of people say it has to be Party Crasher, as he took six miraculous holders to defeat, but I’d say that it’s Weredad.” The girl replied. “It wasn’t easy defeating Tom Dupain. He’s a father, and I have a father too, of course. It feels wrong to be fighting against him.”

“I see. But speaking of miraculous holders, how many do we have now?” Nadia asked the two.

“There’s me and Ladybug, of course.” Chat Noir said. “And some other temporary holders. I can’t seem to keep track.”

Nadia nodded, before deciding to continue with the next question instead. “Ladybug, you said the hardest akuma victim to defeat was Tom Dupain, this next question will be related to his daughter,” Nadia started. “I’m sure you have heard of this a lot, but can you please tell us more about your relationships?”

Ladybug sighed. “Nothing is to explain. Chat and I stopped dating a while ago—“

“Yes, of course we know that. But we’d like to know about your relationships with two other Parisians, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and model Adrien Agreste?”

The girl cleared her throat. “Well, about Adrien Agreste, as he confirmed it on his previous interview, we both ended it. As for Marinette—“

“Yes, the designer. Chat Noir, do tell us about her. What is she like?”

Ladybug leaned back on the sofa, waiting for her partner to answer. Chat noir looked back at her, and she gave him a shrug. He turned back to face Nadia, but not before he flashed her a smirk.

“Oh, you’ll never believe it, Nadia. She’s the sweetest girl ever.”

Ladybug nearly choked.

“Well Marinette babysits my daughter every once in a while and I can see why you think so,” Nadia giggled. “But if you don’t mind, we’d like to—“

“I don’t even know where to start,” Chat Noir cut her off, more excited to answer than ever. “Marinette bakes croissants when I come over and make tea so we can talk for hours or play video games together.”

The girl flinched. None of those were lies, but Chat Noir was taking a risk and mixing around the things she did for both him and Adrien.

“Yes, we all know she’s a great baker. And a great designer too. She was approved by Adrien Agreste’s father too—“

“But that doesn’t end there,” Chat Noir cut her off again. “I really love her bluebell eyes. Sometimes when I stare at them for too long, I ended up getting lost and it’s going to take a while to bring me back to reality. She’s that powerful, Nadia.”

Chat Noir looked over at his partner who was sitting in an uncomfortable position, hints of red tinting her cheeks. Ladybug herself was again, thankful for the mask she’s wearing.

Nadia laughed again. “Yes, I have also seen the videos of you two on her balcony. You two can really talk for a while.”

Chat Noir smiled, but without realizing, Ladybug had too. A faint one, not one anyone would see as a smile but her.

“Alright, let’s move on to the next question.”

~~~

Part eight after an eternity

Looking at the time gap, most of you probably have forgotten how the previous parts go. I’m sorry it took a while. School started on Monday and I’ve been pretty busy. Where I live, when you start your first day at school, you need a week with no lessons so you can be introduced to the school environment and system and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing this week.

Again, I’m really really really sorry. Ideas have been stuck in my head. This also applies to wattpad because I’ve put my story on hiatus for a month now and I don’t know when I’m publishing again.

So thank you for waiting patiently. And thank you for the support.

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Unforseen Chasm (part 20)

Part 20 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2908 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

“That’s it, listen to the sound of my voice,” you cooed as you and Loki sat cross-legged on the rug, trying to meditate. “Try to remember the first memory of Thor. Your first truly happy memory.”

“When I stabbed him after pretending to be a snake?” he asked, his eyes closed as he smirked.

“No, I mean more of a time you two were equals. Fighting side by side. Perhaps he covered for you when you stole a cake at a feast?” you tried.

Loki kept his eyes closed, trying to remember. “Nothing. Y/N, I am getting nothing,” he finally said, sighing and opening his eyes. He got to his feet. “This isn’t working. We’ve been at this for two weeks.”

“And giving up will not help. It’s not like we have much of anything else to do,” you said, gesturing around.

Loki got closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. “I could think of a thing or two we could do instead of this,” he said in a low voice.

You smiled at him but put your hands on his chest. “While that is fun, it isn’t exactly helpful, is it?”

“I don’t know, a jarring bed helps clear the mind,” he said, bending down and biting your ear, making you laugh.

“Are you two done?” Tony’s voice suddenly asked, irritated.

You jumped away from Loki, startled. Loki simply glared at Tony and left the room, trying to get to the other side of the apartment where he wouldn’t be seen.

“Tony,” you greeted as kindly as you could, surprised to see him.

“Just checking in. Need anything?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Don’t suppose my freedom is an option?” you joked.

“No, it’s not. If I have it my way you’ll never know what sunlight looks like again,” he promised. “Anyway, need anything? A book? Paper? Toiletries?” He began walking around the outside of the cell, probably examining it for any tampering.

“A notebook and some pencils and pens would be nice,” you tried in a meek voice.

“I can arrange that,” he simply said. “Anything else?”

“How is Shannon?” you blurted out, desperate to know about her.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care about her wellbeing?” he questioned, irritated. “She’s fine, no thanks to you.”

“Is she… does she ask about me?” you wondered, stepping closer to the glass.

“Nope. Not once,” he said, satisfaction flashing across his face at the sign of your pain.

You nodded. “That’s fair. Could you tell her… that I miss her?”

“As a matter of fact, I can’t. I won’t tell her about you at all, unless she asks,” Tony informed, his hands behind his back, gloating. “I’ll do my damndest to make sure she forgets you’re 100 stories below ground…”

Your eyes drifted to the floor. “Tony, I’m sorry,” you said, so much emotion in your voice, but remorse ringing the most. “I… I didn’t want to hurt you or her.”

“Just collateral damage for Reindeer Games, huh?” he asked, gesturing vaguely behind you. “You know, I never pegged you for a woman to lose her head over a guy, but I guess I was wrong,” Tony said, shrugging, frowning at you.

“I didn’t lose my head… I fell in love,” you answered simply.

“Yeah, with possibly the most crazy and vindictive prick I’ve ever met,” Tony retorted. “The people we fall in love with shows a lot about our own character, Y/N/N.”

Your eyes flashed to him. “Yeah, you need to remind Shannon of that,” you said pointedly as you eyed him up and down.

“I will, because.. You know, I’m free and all, and not a criminal, and I can see her every day.” He flashed you a smile and started to walk away. “Paper and pens, got it. You’ll get it sometime in the next month,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Even watching Tony walk away from you hurt like hell. In a split second, Loki’s hands were on your shoulders, comforting you before you turned and wept into his chest as he held you.

Loki woke in a pool of cold sweat, sitting straight up. He made no noise other than a slight gasp.

“Darling?” you asked as you sat up with him. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head. “I had a nightmare. Thanos found us… He came for you… And he… He killed…” He broke off, staring at you with wild eyes before grabbing at you and gripping you tight before crying. You let him sob, get all of his fear and grief out.

“It’s okay, he can’t get to us. I’ll protect you,” you vowed as you soothingly stroked his back.

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In the following weeks, you worked more and more with Loki. You tried to get him to remember good things. To remember that he and Thor were equals. Slowly, he was coming out of it. The brainwashing was slowly washing away. The cruelty of this Loki was ebbing away to the gentle, clever, and sweet Loki you knew and loved.

You’d asked for the paper to write Shannon a letter. You wrote on it every day, adding to it, elaborating. You were explaining your life just before the fall, up until the day you were put in this prison. The brainwashing, the torture, the ultimatum, the reasons behind all of your actions. You would hope she would read it and understand.

By now, it was over twenty pages long. It detailed why you jumped. It detailed that you fell in love with Loki a month before the fall. You explained the good side of him. The side that Earth never saw, and probably never would. The side only his family knew. You explained how Loki had been berated and ridiculed by people closest to him. In your short time there you’d seen it. The warriors teased him constantly. Odin hardly let him talk. The only real good in his life was Frigga.

You explained that while you were with Loki in the library, riding, in the forest, on the training field, he wasn’t this evil monster that was filled with jealousy and hate. He was just a man, wanting to be seen as the equal he deserved. And you saw him as that, as an equal. Your equal, Thor’s equal. Any one with a good heart, he was their equal.

You jumped, because you were in love with a man that truly understood you. A man that knew what it was like to be overlooked. A man that could make you laugh. A man that got lost in your voice as you went on and on about physics. A man that seemed to take great joy in your fascination with magic.

Then you fell deeper in love when he selflessly took the brunt of the torture and manipulation just so you would be left unharmed. When you begged him to let you take it, he refused.

He risked everything by letting you go to Shannon and apologize. He knew he was risking his own life if you all should fail, but so long as you were happy, what did it matter?

This was the side you wrote about in your letters.

Then you went on to explain just how awful it was living under Thanos’s rule. How he treated you almost like a daughter -- fitting, that a man who wanted to ruin the universe would see himself in you. Not your foster parents, not Frigga and Odin, not Diane and Tom -- no, the most sociopathic man you’d ever met, decided to spare you, take pity on you, and take you under his wing as if you were his daughter.

You told her all about Thanos, at least what you knew. You knew he was homicidal and uncaring. You weren’t sure about his overall plan, at all. All you knew was your instructions and that was it.

The letter explained why you could do the horrible things you could do to her. How even though it ripped a hole in your heart, that stabbing her in the leg was far better than Loki, you, Tony, the Avengers, and everyone else - dying. Collateral damage, to ensure that you and Loki ruled Earth, and that ultimately those you loved stayed safe.

Loki’s motivations might have been slightly… different than your own, but both of you knew, both of you were aware just how much was at stake if you lost. That’s why all sentiment had to be lost.

And yet, you still could not do it. You could not fight Tony with the intent to hurt. You couldn’t fight Shannon with the intent to kill.

But most importantly, the letters told Shannon how much you loved her more than anything in this world. No amount of brainwashing, or threats could make you forget how much she meant to you. The letters said how sorry you were, and that you did all of this, just to save her. If you failed at everything else, at least you were able to save the people you loved from that murderous being in space… for now. And that was all that mattered -- that they were safe.

Tony arrived for his biweekly check up. It was his fourth visit in total, meaning eight weeks had passed since you’d been put in this upscale prison cell. By now you were used to the fact that Tony, and anyone else with access to JARVIS could see what you were doing at all times.

But you didn’t care. What were they going to hear? You writing? Loki reading? The two of you sleeping? That had to be enthralling for the viewers…

“Need anything?” he greeted. Clearly his utter contempt for you and Loki had not subsided. Loki never spoke to Tony, nor Tony to him.

“Could we have five more books?” you asked, at this point you hated sounding like a begging child for scraps.

“Sure. Any particular ones?” Tony asked.

You held up a list.

He rolled his eyes. “Read it to JARVIS later and I’ll get it. Anything else?”

“Could we have a handful of things so we can cook? It would be nice to have some variety for down here or if we get hungry at midnight?”

Tony thought for a moment. “Give me two fruits you want stocked, and give me some ingredients for some recipes and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.”

“That it?” he questioned, nearly through with his walk through of checking for tampering.

“Uh, no…” You used your powers of concealment and showed him the bundle of letters. “Could you take these to Shannon?”

He looked at the letters for a second too long, then looked up at you and told you a flat, “No.”

He already began to turn and walk out of the room.

“No? Tony! Wait, what the hell? Don’t I deserve to know why?” you asked, frantic.

He spun back to face you, rage evident in his expression, making you take a few steps back from the glass.

“No! No you really don’t deserve to know anything about Shannon! She doesn’t deserve this shit. So no, I won’t give her your letters.”

“Fine! You selfish ass,” you said, angry at him for refusing to deliver the letters.

He took several more strides toward the glass wall until he was right next to it. “Selfish? I’m selfish? I’m only thinking about her. If I give these to her, they’ll break her. I’m not doing that. I am not watching her go through that.”

“You have no idea what’s in them,” you argued evenly.

“Doesn’t matter. If they somehow magically explain that it wasn’t all your fault, she’ll feel guilty and want to free you -- which we can’t do. If it’s more blind resentment towards her, or me, or anyone else, it’ll just crush her. So either way, it’s a lose-lose.”

On that, he spun and left before you could beg further.

Another four weeks slipped by, and still, nothing from Shannon. When you asked Tony about her, he simply said, “She’s fine.” That was all he would ever say to you. No matter what you asked him, when you asked him, that was his only response.

Part of you wondered why she never came down here herself. Did she really hate you that much? Why couldn’t she just listen to you?

Other than Tony’s visits, and the occasional food and goods drop from one of his workers, you were entirely alone with Loki. Which, in many odd ways, was good. The two of you hardly had much alone time when you were on Asgard, and never alone unless it was night in that godforsaken hut you lived in on Sanctuary (a name unbefitting the elements, mind you). Then, the plot to take over Earth took place and you barely saw him.

Now, now that you two had no freedom, and were bound together in here, you got to know each other even more. It was like domestic bliss on house arrest. Not ideal, but at any rate, it got you some time to fall more in love.

And it granted you more time to get that brainwashed bullshit out of his head. Each day was a small step closer to victory for you, and for him. He slowly came up out of the cruel, wild, mess of a man he’d been turned into and was slowly turning back into your Loki.

If your fate was to be left in a cell with this man for the rest of your life, then so be it. There were fates much worse than this. In fact, this wasn’t bad at all. It was almost like Heaven -- save for lack of freedom, friends or family, at least you had him.

Tony returned for another visit, and asked if you needed anything. It was at this time that Shannon, nearly one-hundred-fifty stories above you, asked JARVIS where he was.

“JARVIS, where is Tony?” she wondered idly as she worked on soldering a motherboard.

“I believe he is at Mr. Loki and Ms. Y/N’s holding cell,” the AI informed.

Shannon stood straight up. “He--what?” she asked, perplexed. “Show me.”

On command, JARVIS turned on the video of your holding cell, the outside camera where Tony stood.

“Okay, you want a board game?” Tony asked, confused and Shannon looked on. The tiniest of smiles played at Shannon‘s lips. Of course you would want a board game. That’s typical. And of course Tony would think it was an odd request.

But then the reality of the situation hit her. Why was Tony even down there? How long had he been going down there? What was he doing?

“Yeah, Monopoly. It’s fun and it’ll take up some of our time,” you tried with a shrug.

“I don’t think a game about owning and domination and money is best for the Wannabe King,” Tony remarked.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, Twister.”

“Hell no. That is basically foreplay, and I’m not watching that unfold on my surveillance.”

Again, you rolled your eyes. “Fine, then what do you suggest?”

“Checkers?”

“God, you’re so boring,” you said with a slight laugh. “Please, Tony? Something for entertainment other than books and writing?”

“I’ll see about getting you some family friendly, non-dictator-y games,” he promised. “Anything else?”

Your powers of concealment kicked in again as you revealed the large stack of letters. “Give these to Shannon?” you requested in a soft, desperate voice.

“No,” he firmly said again. This was the third time he’d denied you.

“Tony. Please. Don’t you think she should be able to make the decision for herself? Let her read them. If she still hates me, fine, if she doesn’t then…”

“Then I have to pick up the pieces when you choose that Asgardian asshole over her, again,” he stressed, pointing to Loki who was standing in the kitchen. You turned back to look at him for a moment before sighing.

“That won’t happen.”

“And what guarantee do I have?” he asked, as if your promise were absurd.

“I’m locked in a fucking cell, Tony. What could I possibly do to her? I don’t get to see her. The letter isn’t malicious. Read it if you fucking want, I don’t care. I don’t care if you publish it in the New York Times, just make sure she reads it!” you begged.

“No,” he said again in a low firm voice, his hand making a cutting motion in the air. “And if you ask me about it again, I will go in there and burn them.” He turned abruptly and started to storm out.

“Tony… Tony! Tony!” you shouted after him, putting the letters on the glass. “Please!”

But he wouldn’t respond to your pleas. He left the same doors he always did, and they slid shut behind him.

His rejection, turned into pain, and your pain, turned to rage. You used your dark energy to pick every piece of furniture up and throw it, screaming as you did so.

All the while, Shannon watched it unfold.

Moments later, the elevator opened to the lab, where a happy Tony stepped out and walked over to Shannon.

“Hi, dear,” he greeted sweetly. He was about to kiss her when she pulled back, revealing the video footage she’d been watching. His eyes went from the video to her, panic in his eyes.

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glitterdreamsz · 5 years

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A Penny for Your Thoughts (part 4)

BoRhap!Roger x reader

Summary: The Reader and Roger have been a couple since they were sixteen. But what would happen to their relationship now that Roger’s dream of being a rock star is becoming reality? A/N: Sorry for the waiting and sorry for playing with your feelings. I know that the months with the Rainbow’s concert and Sheer Heart Attack don’t coincide in reality but I had to put them in a way they could work with the fic storyline I hope you will like this chapter and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think about it. Words: 2,7k+ Warnings: angst, swearing there could be grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language

End of March 1974

“I think that maybe I should rent a new apartment studio and move there” you said while looking through the newspaper announcements. After you found out about Roger you went to Brian’s flat and he offered you to stay there for as long as you wanted. Since the band have been on tour for a month you decided to stay there for the whole time not feeling good at coming back to your shared flat. But now Queen have been back to London for the final gig of their tour and you felt that the right thing to do was looking and moving to your own place. “You know that I don’t mind if you stay here.” “Bri, you only have a room, you can’t sleep on the couch for months.” “Do you think that’s the best solution?” he asked taking a sip of the coffee you made for breakfast. “What? You not sleeping on the couch?” you asked not looking up from your eyes from the newspaper as you circled some announces with the highlighter “Yes.” He nodded “I mean, do you think that moving out would be the right thing to do? Do you really want to do it?” “Yes Bri, it’s not that I don’t like spending time with you but we can’t fit in this house at the same time.” “It’s not about that Penny” he shook his curly hair “It’s about Roger. Do you really want to move to another place before talking to him?” “What should we talk about Brian?” you asked this time lifting your head up. “Hi, so yeah, a month ago you cheated and hey, I still love you but hey you still cheated on me.” “You still love him (Y/N), you said it. You need to fix it.” “He cheated on me Brian!” your voice started to get pissed. “He’s not doing fine, you should talk to him.”

*****flashback****** “Roger you’re late, again.” John said as Roger walked into the rehearsals “I know” he grunted as he sat behind the drumkit. “Rog we know that it’s hard for you but-” “Oh, shut the fuck up Bri” he spat out before starting to hit the toms “Rog” the guitarist tried to make him stop but that only made Roger hit harder on the drum kit. “Roger” he said out loud only wanted to reason with his friend but it didn’t seem to work. “Roger shit” he hit one of the toms with his foot moving it away from the drum kit. “What the fuck mate! What is wrong with you?” The drummer asked pissed as he got up from his stool. “What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you Roger! You show up late, you treat people like shit. We know it’s hard for you because of (Y/N) but you should start to act like a mature person” Brian really tried to keep calm and be reasonable with Roger but at the moment he really lost all his patient which normally was a lot. “You really have to shut your fucking mouth about it.” “I have to shut my fucking mouth?” “What are you? A parrot that repeats everything I say? Or are you deaf?” “You know why I shouldn’t shut my fucking mouth about it? Because when Penny found out about you cheating on her she came to my place.” He emphasised it by pointing at his own chest. “And I was the one who has been seeing her crying for days.” “Yeah, she is at your fucking place and you don’t let me talk to her.” “She doesn’t want to Roger, I can’t force her.” “You love this, don’t you? Me breaking her heart and she crying on your shoulder. It’s perfect, isn’t it?” “What the fuck do you mean?” “Oh, as if you didn’t know” he groaned. “I see how you look at Penny when she walks through the door. I bet you even already fucked her.” That’s when Brian pushed Roger with all the anger he had in his body “Are you fucking stupid? Do you really think I would do this? Do you really think that I would go after your girl?” “She is not my girl anymore!” and for the hundred-time tears fell down from Roger’s eyes again. *****************

“I should but I don’t have and I don’t want to” you shrugged taking a bite of your toast. “Listen, come tonight at the gig. Then you can decide if you want to leave or if you want to stay and maybe see Roger.” “Why should I?” “Because you’re Penny and Roger, you can’t let this all slip away. You need to solve this.”

*****flashback****** “You knew it, didn’t you?” you asked wiping the tears from your cheeks. Brian didn’t reply as he played with his own hands. “I saw how you look at me at dinner when the guys mentioned Roger calling me. I mean if you knew it-” “I didn’t know what to do” He interrupted you lifting his face to look at you. “You are both my friends, I knew that telling the truth was the right thing to do but it would break both of your hearts. And I didn’t want to step in your relationship, it wasn’t my place.” “It’s fine Bri, you didn’t have to say anything.” “I just didn’t want anyone to end up hurt.” “Too late” you chuckled trying to be sarcastic as you laid your head on your shoulder but it all fell in silence. “You are too kind Bri” you mumbled “You know” you tilted your face so you could see him, he was already looking at you. “I feel like I chose the wrong Queen.” And if your first comment caused silence this one was even worst but Brian never left his gaze from yours and you didn’t know why but you started to bite your bottom lip, at the same time you both moved closer yet when your foreheads touched you both held on. “It’s better if we stop before we do something that we will regret tomorrow.” You immediately pulled away moving far from Brian “I’m sorry” you said covering your mouth with your hand. “I don’t know what got me.” “It-it’s fine (Y/N)” he tried to reassure you “You are just shaken from all the things that happened. *********

You listened to what Brian suggested to you, after all, you had to admit that most of the times he was right. As you walked inside the Rainbow theatre you could see how it all changed from the last Queen concert you have been at. The venue was surely bigger and there were already plenty of people looking for the band to start. You decided to take your place on the back and started to watch around while waiting, you could see the usual group of groupies which eventually had more members than the last times and you were capable to hear what they were saying. “Isn’t that Roger’s girlfriend?” “How come she’s here? I’ve heard that they broke up.” “Does that mean that I still won’t be able to go with Roger?” You couldn’t help but grin at their comments, you always wondered where they did find the strength to get all dressed up almost every night hoping to get laid by a band member. But maybe you couldn’t understand them because you were never able to be in their shoes, you always had Roger, you never had to make an impression on him. Still tonight you decided to wear his favourite dress, put a lot of effort on your hair and makeup and wear heels, you still have to understand why you did that, god he should be the one crawling back to you. Maybe you just wanted to show him what he lost, but did he really lost you? When the lights turned off and people started to scream you could tell that the show was about to start and then the first notes of Now I’m Here began to play. You found yourself stamping your feet at the rhythm and singing along even to the new songs they recorded. When new album Sheer Heart Attack still had to be released Brian sent you home a demo of it. When you first put it on the record player you couldn’t help but feel melancholy as you missed when Roger came back home from the studio and let you hear what they had recorded. Or when he sat on the couch with you, reading some lyrics he wrote down on his notebook. “What do you think of it?” he always asked while scratching his head and your answer was “I love it” all the time. When they came to the stage following their half concert break, you could tell that something was off with Roger. He wasn’t playing bad, but even from the back of the venue and even if he was hidden behind his drum kit, you could see that something was bothering him. You couldn’t tell what though, you made Brian promise you that he wouldn’t tell Roger about you being at the concert so you knew it wasn’t because of you. As proof of your thoughts as soon as the last song finished Roger stood up and smashed his drum kit to the ground. “Shit” you whispered as you started to make your way to the backstage trying to walk as fast as you could through all those people, “Why did I fucking decided to wear high heeled booths?” you mumbled to yourself. As you reached the door before their changing room a man stopped you “You can’t walk in here miss.” “I’m Roger Taylor’s girlfriend” you argued looking at him. “I’m sorry but I wasn’t advised to let you in.” “Come on mate” you groan. “Let her in.” You turned your face to where that voice came from and you saw Mary standing right next to the door, you smiled at her as you both made your way backstage. “They were fucking close with their fucking cameras, we couldn’t interact” you could hear Roger’s voice coming from the changing room. “Still you shouldn’t have done that, you almost hit me and John” Freddie retorted. “You just are too irascible lately.” Brian said You stood there, unsure of what you should do, was it a good thing to walk in? Should you go back to Brian’s place? “You should talk to him” Mary said as if she could read your mind. You nodded biting your lip and slowly opened the door. “Oh don’t be fucking ridiculous.” Roger grunted looking at Brian but then he immediately froze as he saw you standing by the doorframe. He was the only one who could see you as he was sat on the couch and the other was standing facing him. But as they turned around to look what Roger was staring at they stopped their conversation. “I think it’s better if we go out.” John said walking toward you followed by his bandmates. Bri winked at you letting you know that you made the right decision. As the door was closed behind your back silence fell in the room, you didn’t know what to say and Roger still couldn’t believe you were there right in front of him. You looked at his figure, every inch of him, every single part you missed during that month “Your hands” you whispered breaking the silence. “What?” the drummer frowned, wondering why that would have been the first thing you decided to say. “Your hands, you have cuts on them.” You walked closer taking the first aid kit that laid on the table. “Oh.” Roger looked at them, he drummed pretty hard that night and smashing his drum kit didn’t help the wounds he got at the beginning of the tour. “I’m quite used to it.” “I bet that throwing your drums wasn’t the best thing to do.” You said with a hint of sarcasm as you kneeled down in front of him, between his legs. Without saying a word you took his hands on yours and started to disinfect them. Roger hissed closing his eyes at the burning feeling “I know, it hurts” that comment made the blonde man smile, it was what you usually said any time you took care of his hands after a concert. It was like a ritual, whenever he started a tour, after a break from playing the drums, he was used to having cuts on his hands because of how hard he hit the drums and toms. So whenever he walked off stage with bloody hands he knew he would have found you backstage waiting for him, he sat in front of you and waited patiently as you took care of his injuries. And now, with you there in front of him, focused on nursing him, it all felt like everything was fine, like his heart could finally take a break from all that pain and sorrow. “(Y/N)?” “Yes?” you looked up at him and his heart stopped, just as if it was the first time he saw you. “I’m sorry, for all the shit I did, I’m so fucking sorry.” “Rog-” you sighed “I never wanted to hurt you and believe that I feel like the most horrible man in the world. I guess I took you for granted, I think that maybe I started to get used to the idea that I would have always found you back home. But believe me when I say that this has been the worst fucking month of my life.” You could see that his eyes started to get watery. “The thought that I might have lost you kills me, I can’t imagine a life without you, I need to know that if I’m away on tour I can always call you and you’ll pick up on the other line, I need to know that you will be by my side on every up and every down, I need you to tell me that it’s fine if we still live in that shitty flat as long as we’re together. I need to fall asleep in your arms while you’re talking about how Freddie didn’t let you go home with the fur you saw at the stall. I need you.” Your hands left his ones as you brought them up to his face to wipe away his tears. “You hurt me like no one ever did before, Roger.” Your voice came out as a whisper and suddenly you felt so vulnerable. “But I would be a liar if I told you that I didn’t miss you any second during this month. You were my only guarantee in life and knowing that we might have not been together anymore just broke me. I tried to pretend that I was fine, that I was this strong woman ready to move on from you and live my life. But I will never be able to move on from you, you are my first and only love.” The last words chocked in your throat. “And maybe I’m a masochist, but I will always come back to you.” Roger’s hands went to your arm as he slowly made you stand up from the floor and made you sit on his lap. His forehead was against yours and his thumb was now stroking your cheek. “I love you” he whispered, his lips just a few inches from yours. “I love you too” you admitted as you waited so long to say those words to him. And he kissed you deeply, as his life depended on it, holding you close, afraid that you would disappear at any moment. Your hands cupped his face and you knew that eventually, it would take time to fully trust him again, but you loved him and you just couldn’t let him go. “Will you come home with me tonight?” “Well, I wouldn’t decline the offer Mr Taylor” and there you were, the old Penny and Roger that anyone knew.

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keith-is-not-an-emo · 5 years

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which fics are you reading atm if you don’t mind sharing? ty!

Oh boy anon, oh boy.

You don’t know what you’ve done.

There will be E rated fics but they won’t solely be smut fics or too extreme.

edit: it seems like you can’t access the post from your dashboard so you have to be on my blog to see it *sighs* good job tumblr, like always.

star-crossed by realfakedoors (or anything they write, you’ll be seeing a lot of that here)

They said, once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a peaceful and prosperous kingdom, rich in romance and tradition. They said the Prince would host a ball, and choose his spouse, and they would live happily ever after.Well, they lied.

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Keith is a Prince, and Lance lives with his shitty extended family. Neither of them are very happy, and when they meet, they’re surprised to have so much in common. Strangers, to friends, and then, well…

Meanwhile, Hunk is a sweetheart, Pidge is an iconic asexual, Shiro is a supportive Knight Dad™, Allura isn’t here for anyone’s crap, and there’s some political shit going on that forces them all together.

okay so how do i say it? it might be fave kl fic atm. this is my dirty laundry, my on thin ice. i love eveeery thing about it. i literally drop anything im doing if i see it updated. Also the last chapter? got me Shook.

also i KNOW about that big E rating there but the smut is in only one chap and i think the author marked it so it’s totally complementary and doesn’t add anything to the story so don’t worry.

breakfast on the moon by DairyFarmer (also very very recommended author!!)

Future Prom King, student body president, and all around hottie Lance McClain is abducted from his home in Arizona in 1997.

He is found decades later in the clearance section of an Earth paraphernalia store by the Paladins of Voltron.

another one of my big faves atm. everyone is very attentive of lance which is *clenches fist and wipes tear* very good. also it screams future langst and i cant wait :) (im kind of a langst hoe sorry not sorry)

let’s play pretend and hope it comes true by fevered_dreams

The Kingdom of Altea was quickly heading towards ruin. At least, it had been until the Royal Family’s eldest daughter had been born as an alpha. The people had rejoiced at her birth, and there was hope yet for a new ruler and a future secured. Even the fact that the second Royal Child had been born a beta couldn’t dampen their spirits.

Except Lance was not an beta. He was just an omega, trying his best to keep the charade going with a set of spells, pills, and all the tinctures he could brew because being an omega was dangerous. Being an omega made him something to be had, a rusted tool of barter worth less than scraps in return, and Altea couldn’t afford to let him go.

But, if Lance’s luck would have it, Prince Keith of the Blade wouldn’t mind being lied to too much.

okay okay in my defence, this one STILL doesn’t have smut. only kinda steamy make-out sessions. also don’t let the a/b/o scare you, there is talk about the dynamics but not so much in the sexual way, u’kno?

anything by BleuSarcelle, but if i have to chose one, let’s go with Of Pink Freckles and Green Moles

Lance now can see the boy’s face and he can only stare at the pretty color in the boy’s eyes before he’s suddenly being squished by two hands.

“Papa!” the boy shouts happily back at the adult that makes his way other them hurriedly. The boy hardly notices, still too fixed on squeezing Lance’s cheeks for a second longer before he giggles. “Papa, ugly!”

“Keith, no! Oh my god -”

“Ugly,” the boy repeats obliviously, patting Lance’s cheeks with a proud gleam in his eyes. “Ooh-gly!”

Lance doesn’t know what that word means but for some reason, it makes him cry harder.

[Or the one where Keith and Lance meet when they are two and three years old respectively and spend their entire childhood going through charity contests. Lance says they are rivals, Keith only hears ‘best friends’.]

super cute G kidfic.

Ground Control to Major Tom by yourfavoritetsundre

A year after Keith and Lance have a big falling out, Lance is…well, he’s not missing. He’s fine. He’s just not telling anyone where he is. Keith decides maybe the best way to apologize for being an absolute monster is to track him down.

Following Lance’s path of self-discovery, Keith starts to remember all the things about Lance he had buried years before. Because of the war, because of the Blade, because of Allura. And he starts to realize that maybe he’s to blame for more than he thought.

Meanwhile, Curtis just wants to plan his quiznacking wedding.

post-s8 fic

Written in Sand by MuseofWriting

Lance wakes up in a hospital on Earth to discover he has been missing for four months, with no memory of Voltron or the Galra. Drawn inexplicably to the desert where they found him, he discovers a hut full of research and notes that may provide the key to his missing memories. With secrets and conspiracies surrounding him, and the Garrison potentially hiding far more than he could ever have imagined, Lance grows to trust the notes in the desert - but he may not believe the person who claims he wrote them.

this one has been around for a while (a year to be precise) and i thinks its pretty aknowledged in the fandom but *shrugs*

until we get there by starlightment

Sometimes his mind is cruel. He’ll wake in the dead of night, drowning in his sweat, choking on his tears. He’ll clutch at old bedsheets until his knuckles fade to white. He’ll shiver in the darkness, and the light blue marks beneath his eyes will start to burn, and his lungs will heave, aching for a breath that just isn’t there.

And sometimes Keith comes to visit.

Those are the best days, Lance thinks.

Those are the days when it’s easiest to breathe.

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Or: Lance loses himself a little bit, but Keith is there to help him find it again.

post-s8 fic. i think i dont even need to present they author since they’re better know for writing something blue (i heard wonders abt it but havent found the chance to read it yet). also i cant fucking wait for their new fic like im vibrating here on my seat bc i LOVEEEE the trope of jock keith / nerd/prep lance dont judge me

sunflower by xintong (uuh i think i dont have to introduce this author either lmao)

On the morning of their first summer back on Earth, Lance receives a gift of sunflowers. A confession, a rejection, and the passage of time, all leading to the one person who’s always been there for him.

another post-s8 fic because honestly i needed healing at that time okay. super soft and cute and uuughhhh i cant deal

Pretty Ob(li)vious by msmooseberry

Lance loves make-up and being pretty while wearing it. Unfortunately, even in the world where Earth becomes one of the main centres of intergalactic communication and home to many races, his hobbies are still largely frowned upon. He never wanted other cadets at the Galaxy Garrison to find out, especially not his half-Galra crush, but that is exactly what happens. Lance prepares for the hate or ridicule at best, but the reaction he gets is something else entirely. Who knew Galra viewed lilac sparkly lips as a betrothal symbol?

keith finding lance the most beautiful being ever? uuh yeah? gimme that shit

Chestnut And Onyx by MilkTeaMiku (great author too!)

If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, Keith looked a little flushed. He crossed his arms over his chest, wings all puffed up and ruffled like he was preening. “I didn’t know you were that flexible,” he said. And then he looked angry, and his wings puffed up even more, and he stormed away. -Lance thinks his wings aren’t all that pretty, but Keith has other ideas. If only Lance knew.

langst wing-fic. what could i ask more for?

you’re lucky that’s what i like by zenstrike

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

just. take the whole fucking thing. just take it

aaand these are the ones that appear on my feed that have been updated recently since most of them aren’t finished (sowwy). the bad thing about reading a lot of fics and having bad memory is that i already forgot half of my fave fics, probably, lmao.

#klance #fic rec #mod nayo #Anonymous

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lamptracker · 5 years

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FIC: Win-Win (part 2/?)

Wrote this as I’m slowly getting caught up on blurbs. I am going to attempt to update this on Mondays. We’ll see how well that works out hahaha

Anyway

Part 1

FIC: Win-Win (Part 2/?)

Overall Summary: Temporarily homeless, the reader needs a place to stay. Her friend Tom, who has a reputation for being a womanizer, has an extra room… and an idea.

Very loosely based on the How I Met Your Mother episode “World’s Greatest Couple,” where Lily posed as Barney’s wife to help him get rid of his one-night stands.

Part summary: The reader’s friends find out about her agreement with Tom. Her ex, Tony Revolori, has some doubts.

This is mostly filler to introduce everyone else, but it’s still important to the story!

Also, Jacob and Zendaya are dating. No idea why, I just like ‘em together.

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“Okay, hold it.”

Jacob Batalon sat across the table from (y/n) at their usual booth in their usual pub. He’d ordered a round of beers for the group - her, himself, Zendaya Coleman, Harrison Osterfield, and Tom. He handed (y/n) her beer and grabbed one for himself.

“Yeah?”

“You and Tom - who almost never hang out outside of this place - are living together?!”

“Just temporarily.” She snagged a spicy pretzel from the bowl in the center of the table, popping it into her mouth. “He’s letting me stay with him until my landlord’s done with all the pest control. Big rat problem or something.”

“Well… I get why you couldn’t live with me. But why not Z? Or Haz?”

“Harrison only has one bedroom, and I’m allergic to Z’s cats.” She grabbed another pretzel; Jacob widened his jaw expectantly. (y/n) tossed the pretzel directly into Jacob’s open mouth. “Does Tony know?”

Jacob scoffed as he chewed. “How does he know something that I only found about three minutes ago?” He grabbed a pretzel out of the bowl.

(Y/n) shrugged. “Good point.” She opened her mouth; Jacob tossed a pretzel into her waiting mouth. “Oh, and I occasionally have to pretend to be his wife.”

Jacob, who’d opened his mouth to catch another pretzel, quickly closed it. “You what?”

“It’s to scare off his one-night stands. You know how he has trouble getting them to leave sometimes? That’s where I come in. He gives me the signal - like, this morning it was ‘Would you like any cream or sugar?’ And then I walk in, she accuses me of being his wife, we don’t deny it, she leaves. I’ve been there three days, I’ve done it twice, it’s perfect.”

“It’s evil.”

“So what? Beats being homeless.”

“What beats being homeless?” Zendaya asked; she and Harrison had just arrived. Harrison slid into the booth next to (y/n); Zendaya sat next to Jacob, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, (y/n) is living with Tom now.”

“Only temporarily!” (y/n) exclaimed as she tossed another pretzel at an unsuspecting Jacob; he quickly opened his mouth and deftly caught it.

Zendaya shook her head. “You two weirdos and your pretzel thing. And you know I have an extra bedroom, right?”

“You also have Rosie.”

“Oh, yeah.” Zendaya sighed as Jacob wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Missed you today, babe. How was work?”

“You know, another exciting day in the world of accounting.” Jacob pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Heard your show this morning. Awesome as usual.”

“Thanks,” she replied, smiling. Zendaya was the co-host of a local radio station morning show.

“Nobody has asked me how I’m doing,” Harrison interjected, almost indignantly.

“Nobody cares,” Zendaya retorted. “We’re much more interested about (y/n) and Tom living together.”

“Only temporarily!” (y/n) exclaimed yet again.

Jacob laughed. “Oh, I left out the best part. She has to pretend to be his wife!”

“His what?” Zendaya nearly shrieked.

“Oh, to scare the chicks away,” Harrison said as he grabbed his beer. “Seriously, is anyone going to ask-”

“That’s pretty much it,” Tom said as he joined them. “Hello, Mrs. Holland.”

“Evenin’, Mr. Holland.”

Zendaya just shook her head.

“Well, you guys do what you have to, I guess.” Jacob picked up a pretzel, pretending to toss it at (y/n); he popped it into his own mouth instead.

“Jerk,” (y/n) sneered as she took another drink of her beer. Noticing Harrison pouting next to her, she laughed. “How was your day, Harrison?”

“Fucking finally!” Harrison sighed. “I got promoted! You’re looking at Wilson Technologies’ latest Project Lead.”

Everyone at the table cheered and offered their congratulations.

“We’re all growing up!” Jacob exclaimed, wiping away a fake tear. “Harrison’s getting promoted, Z’s radio show is the number one show in town, (Y/n) and Tom are married-”

“They are?”

Everyone looked up. There, standing at the end of their table, was Tony Revolori.

Also known as? Jacob Batalon’s roommate.

Oh yeah, and (y/n)’s ex-boyfriend.

(y/n) laughed. “Not for real. Just fake-married. To scare the chicks away.”

“They do live together, though,” Jacob said.

“Only temporarily!” Tom and (y/n) yelped simultaneously.

“It’s just until they’ve got the pest control problem in my building taken care of,” (y/n) added.

Tony nodded. “I see. Um, (y/n), can I talk to you over here for a minute?” He jerked his head to a spot not far from the bar, but just out of earshot of the group.

“Uh… okay.”

Tom and Harrison let her up as she met Tony at the designated spot.

“I don’t like this,” Tony said.

(y/n) scoffed. “Well, I didn’t like when you cheated on me after two years together, and then started dating the girl you cheated on me with two days after we broke up. But okay.”

Tony sighed. “This isn’t about that.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“I don’t like you living with Tom.”

“I don’t recall asking for your permission.”

“Dammit, (Y/N), would you just- I mean, uh… you know how he spends his free time.”

“Yes.”

“And you know he might… try that with you, right?”

(y/n) gave him the oddest look she could possibly muster.

“Are you serious right now? Like, are you seriously serious? Look, Tom may sleep around but he has a code, okay? Nobody in his friend group. That means I’m off-limits. Just ask him.” (y/n) scoffed again. “Not that I would ever anyway, I mean… he’s good-looking and all but I have standards.”

Tony nodded solemnly. “Well, okay. Just… just be careful, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Should’ve thought about that before, you know, you hurt me. See you later, Tony. Tell Morgan I said hi.”

“Um, Morgan-”

“Hates me. Feels threatened by me, like I’ll steal you back from her or something.” (y/n) snorted. “Like that would ever happen. Anyways, this was a good talk, Anthony, I’ll see ya later.” She patted his arm before rejoining the rest of the group at the table.

“What was that about?” Tom asked

“Just typical ex-boyfriend crap. Now, let’s have a little fun, guys. How do you think the wedding went? You know, if there’d been one?”

“Oh, this was not pre-planned, you just know it,” Zendaya said. “I’m thinking drunken Vegas decision.”

“And they were definitely married by an Elvis impersonator,” Jacob chimed in.

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” Harrison asked. “Because that’s the only way I see Tom ever getting married.”

“You’re a true friend, Harrison.” Tom nudged Harrison’s arm with his elbow.

“Drunken Vegas Elvis shotgun wedding?” (y/n) sighed. “Oh, Tommy, you make me feel like the luckiest girl alive.”

Tom sipped his beer. “Anything for the love of my life.”

“Would you like any cream or sugar?” Tom asked loudly from the kitchen the next morning.

“Oh, no thank you,” a girl’s voice replied.

Tom looked expectantly at the hallway. “I said, would you like any cream or sugar?”

“And I said, no thank you.”

“Oh, shit, that’s me,” (y/n) muttered, tossing the stack of quizzes she was grading to the side and rushing into the hall. “Good morning, baby, how- Tom? Who is this?”

“Darling, let me explain, I-”

“Oh, my God!” The girl shrieked. “Is this your wife?!”

“Of course I’m his wife!” (y/n) shouted, stomping over to where Tom and the girl were sitting. “How could you do this to me, Tom? When I’m carrying your child, nonetheless!” Without warning, she brought her hand across Tom’s cheek; the slapping noise echoed through the kitchen.

“Oh, no. I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t… I’ll just be going.” With that, the girl quickly gathered her things and ran out the door. Tom rubbed his sore cheek as he smiled.

“Well done!” he said. “Pregnant, huh? That’s good.”

(Y/n) shrugged. “Well, I had to live up to part of the Vegas Elvis Shotgun Wedding, didn’t I?”

Tom laughed as he drank his coffee. “And that slap? Genius! You did not hold back.”

“Eh. Always wondered what it’d be like to slap someone.” (Y/n) poured herself a cup of coffee. “Oh, I was thinking. We want to sell the ruse that we’re married, right? We should do a little redecorating, then. Nothing huge, just maybe some pillows for the couch. Little area rug. Stuff like that.”

Tom stroked his chin as he thought about it. “Not a bad idea. We can go this weekend?”

“Sure. Right now I need to finish grading this stack of quizzes I told my fourth-period kids I’d have graded three days ago. I always pull out the old ‘you know how English teachers are’ excuse. They’re high school kids, they seem to buy it.”

“Right.” Tom sat down at the table again. “Hey, what were you and Tony talking about yesterday?”

“He doesn’t like our arrangement. Thinks you’re gonna try and sleep with me or something.” (y/n) grabbed a grape from Tom’s date’s abandoned fruit salad and popped it into her mouth.

“I would never. You’re my friend and now, my wife. You’re off-limits.”

“See! I told him that. But he thinks I’m easily swayed by your charms or something. I mean, the idea of us? How ridiculous is that?” Tom burst into laughter. “Utterly ridiculous!”

But you know what they say about famous last words...

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #win-win

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Christmas Fic Fest/Writing Challenge !!!!

Aaaaah I have been planning this since for weeks and I am beyond excited to announce the Christmas Fic Fest/Writing Challenge!

Let me explain. Christmas is my all time favourite time of the year, it’s my favourite holiday, favourite celebration, just everything about it (except maybe exams lol) I love!

I’ve decided I wanted to do something exciting this month for three reasons.

1. Exams are really stressful for me and what gets me going and brings me motivation to study and pass those dumb ass exams ( @apatheticanvas67482 not awesome and amazing in this case sorry :) is the fact that Christmas is right around the corner!

2. I love Christmas and I wanna see more of it on my dash ahha. I want to read Christmassy fics and listen to Christmas songs, and watch Christmas movies, literally that’s all I wanna do during the Christmas holidays haha

3. To me Christmas isn’t just about family and being thankful and all of that, I mean it is partly of course, but to me, it’s mostly about bringing happiness to everyone around you. I’m a pretty positive person most of the time, and around that time, I get even more happy and excited, I'm just a bubble of energy and happiness, I literally can’t express what Christmas means to me. I want to share my joy and happiness with all of you. Which brings me to why I’m doing these in the first place...

This fic fest / writing challenge is dedicated to @itsbilescallmebiles and @redstringlovers . My loves here have been having a tough couple of months. Nonetheless, they have remained great friends of mine and both are people I admire like crazy. To show you guys how much I love you'd how thankful I am to be your friend, and also, to make you happy and spread some joy and love to Africa and the US, I am organising this! ily :) Merry early Christmas!

yeah I'm way too dramatic lol. sorry, let’s get to it

all info below the cut pls reaaaaaad and mutuals signal booooost

Christmas Fic Fest!

Below are the days on which I will post a fic throughout the month of December. All are named after Christmas carols/songs! (4 Christmas fics this in Dec), all have been written beforehand cause there is no way in hell I’m gonna have the time to write for a while, they might be short sometimes seeing as I really have a short amount of time to write them)

December 10th ~ Winter Wonderland (-> this is actually for @spxderbarnes ‘ writing challenge, best friends AU)

December 17th ~ Baby, It’s Cold Outside

December 24th ~ I’ll Be Home For Christmas

December 31st ~ Auld Lang Syne

I’m suuuuuper excited about these fics and I really hope you guys are excited about them too!! All of them are Stiles fics, some of them have specific AUs and tropes but you won’t know about that until they’re out!

I’m creating a tag list for the Christmas Fic Fest so if you would like to be added to it, please send me an ask!!!

ATTENTION

people who are on my forever tag will be added to said tag list, if you would like to be removed, just say the word, no offense will be taken.

Christmas Writing Challenge!

now obviously, I’m writing my fics but I really want to read creative and beautiful Christmas-themed fics!! I am a firm believer in the power of writing (and Christmas lolol).

I think writers really can make people happy, just like readers make creators happy! spread the joy and write a Christmas themed fic for any of Dylan’s characters/Dylan or Peter Parker/Tom Holland! Obviously anyone can write whatever fic they want, but if you want to officially participate in this challenge, it has to be for one of the characters/people above. (WILL BE REBLOGGING EVERY FIC WITH A LONG ASS COMMENT)

Down below are a series of prompts: dialogue, AUs, Christmas songs and shit to get the noodle going. (You are only allowed to pick 1 prompt from 2 categories MAXIMUM. ex: 1 dialogue prompt + 1 Christmas song)

Dialogue:

“Don’t be a grinch!”

“Don’t wait up.”

“Let me tell you the story of...”

“Hold me, I’m cold.”

“Do you have a light?”

“I apologise in advance for my poor gift-wrapping skills.”

“I am not wearing that.”

“No! Don’t touch that!”

“Give me the scarf.”

“I hate eggnog.”

“Am I on the naughty list, sir?”

“Ow! You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Does this taste okay?”

“It’s gonna crack...”

“I can’t feel my fucking toes.”

“Race you to the top!”

“Merry Christmas to all and go fuck yourselves!”

“Santa isn’t coming this year.”

“I have eaten way too much to focus right now, what did you say?”

“Tonight is gonna be so awesome!”

“What time is it?”

“I told you we were gonna miss the flight.”

“Why is it still not snowing?”

“All flights for this weekend have been canceled ma’am.”

“I can’t get out!”

“Somewhere, someone is having fun and I'm stuck here with you.”

“Just shoot me already.”

“You’ve got snow stuck in your eyelashes...”

“Are you sure this is what she wanted?”

“I can’t believe it’s over already.”

AUs:

Soulmate AU

University AU

Coffee Shop AU

Mall AU

Airport AU

Law Firm AU

Wedding AU

Underworld AU

Harry Potter Universe AU

Train Station AU

FBI AU

Royalty AU

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Historical AU

Christmas Songs:

Deck the Halls

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Let It Snow

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

The Twelve Days Of Christmas

White Christmas

Jolly Old St Nicholas

Silver Bells

O Christmas Tree

Jingle Bell Rock

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

All I Want For Christmas Is You

You’re A Mean One, Mr Grinch

No rules besides what I wrote up above, it just has to be an original fic that you wrote yourself (anyone can participate! even people who don’t follow this blog (though a follow would be nice haha)) can be a series/one-shot/smut/fluff/angst as long as it’s Christmas related and you’re using 1 or 2 prompts! Hope you guys are hyped!!

Oh also: IMPORTANT: if you write a fic for this challenge, go ahead and tag me but you HAVE TO use the tag #vsxmaswc if you don’t I probably won’t see it and it thus won't be added to the masterlist!

#vsxmaswc #fic fest #writing challenge #v rambles #aaaaaah so hyped for this #hope you guys are tooooo #please please spread the word #hope you guys will want to participate!!#hope yall wanna be on the fic fest tag list too lol #have fuuuuun

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