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my to do list is so looooooooooooooooong

my life is so short

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how many followers do i need to get random asks god be nosy u little shits ask me about my personal life this is fucking boring getting nothing

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"The only way to not be lovesick is to eat cheese." Plagg is dispensing the real advice around here, guys

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"The only way to not be lovesick is to eat cheese." Plagg is dispensing the real advice around here, guys

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The concept of Glaciator attacking everyone but couples was sooooo similar to this Locklyle fic I wrote ages ago. I feel psychic! (And super proud that I use the same tropes as the awesome writers of Miraculous -- you know what they say about bright minds...)

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"You have become a friend to me." Oh, how the tables have turned, she's-just-a-friend Agreste

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Just friends, guys

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That feeling when you have a great Locklyle prompt but you can’t write it because writing that ship requires one month of solitary meditation rereading the entire series

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Lethe in Resurrection was the most killer plot twist I've read in a while I don't know how Landy does it

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Gosh Magnus is such a sappy sunshine child

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Fierrochase drabble thing with Magnus being used to threaten Alex?

Here you go! I love these two so much.

The idiot has the nerve to smile at him. And wave.

The relief that coursed through Alex at seeing him alive isquickly replaced by a very strong urge to punch him.

That’ll have to wait, unfortunately. Magnus is trussed up againstthe huge marble pillar closest to the throne, guarded by an eight-foot giantwho keeps scratching his loincloth in unsavoury ways. Not the most professionalsoldier, but the glinting spear at his side makes him dangerous enough.

“Daughter of Loki!”

“Son.” Alex responds, rolling his eyes.

The master of the house is a good bit bigger that hisservants, probably about ten feet when he stands. But right now, he lounges on hisplush feather-upholstered throne, carelessly popping apple-sized grapes intohis mouth. A midget, really, by Jotunheim standards.

He carries on, ignoring Alex’s interruption. “I need afavour from a shapeshifter. My sister threw my favourite club into the ocean.Turn into a fish and get it back.”

“How about: no.”

The giant narrows his eyes. “You wouldn’t want anything tohappen to your friend, would you?”

The guard next to Magnus swings the spear up to his throat. Magnus’seyes are almost comically wide as he gulps visibly. But for once, Alex doesn’tfeel like laughing at him.

He stalks closer to the throne, fingering the garotte at hiswaist. “Listen, big bird. Let Magnus go, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

The giant belches and adjusts his hideous featheredheaddress. “Rujk, show this insolent brat we mean business. Maybe start withthe boy’s fingers…”

The guard gleefully swings his spear back, preparing tostrike. Alex sees red.

The giants see green.

Because filling nearly a third of the hall, where Alex was amoment ago, is an enormous, venomous serpent.

It’s quite possibly the biggest transformation he’s evermanaged.

He doesn’t hesitate a single moment, lashing towards theguard and sinking his fangs deep into the giant’s side. The spear clatters to thefloor, and the giant spasms in pain.

More giants run in. Alex whips his barbed tail from side to side,toppling them like bowling pins. Their weapons glance right off his armouredscales. It takes only a few minutes before the guards are all on the floor, incapacitated.

The master hasn’t made a single move to help his soldiers. It’sjust like Blitz suspected: the idiot is scared stiff of snakes. He cowersbehind his ridiculous feathery throne, yelping hoarse orders to his fallenguard.

Alex slithers towards him slowly.

The giant’s face bleaches white. “O-o-kay! Just asking for afriendly favour, nothing big, it’s fine if you don’t want to, I’ll let yourfriend go! See, not even a mark on him, I never would’ve done anything really –”

The venomous barb sinks into his ample thigh, and Alex can’tdeny how satisfying it is to watch him slump to the floor.

He transforms back into a human and surveys the room, makingsure there aren’t any more threats lurking. Then he turns to Magnus. He’sescaped most of his bonds, but has somehow managed to get his foot stuck in theropes. And is now hopping awkwardly as he tries to untangle himself.

Alex walks over. “Having fun?”

Magnus’ blush begins in his neck and spreads slowly up tohis ears. Alex decides that watching the pink stain his cheeks is far moreimportant than making a move to help. Magnus stumbles around for severalseconds more before finally escaping the ropes. “Yeah, okay, Fierro. One pointfor you on the ‘better hero’ tally.”

Alex feigned surprise. “There’s a tally? I thought I wasjust the undisputed winner.”

Magnus opens his mouth to argue, then closes it, and thenwisely changes the topic. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Still on their way, I think. Blitz and I were the only onesat the house when the ransom note arrived. He went to go get the others, and Icame straight here.”

Magnus’s brow furrows. “He told you to come alone?”

Alex turns away and starts leading the way to the exit. “I’mnot the type to sit around, no matter what he tells me.”

Magnus jogs to catch up to him. A slow smile is spreadingacross his face. Alex wants to avoid his eyes, act aloof, but godsdammit thatstupid grin is so cute and he’d been so irrationally scared that he would neversee it again.

“Came charging in all alone, just to save me? It’s so nicethat you care.”

It caught Alex by surprise, really, how much he did care; thesurge of fear and protectiveness that had roared to life when he realized that Magnuswas in danger. Still, he plays at nonchalance. “Keep telling yourself that,Chase.”

The smile melts into something shyer, sweeter. Magnus’s handgrazes his arm, and Alex nearly jumps out of his skin. “I’m serious, though.Thanks for coming to help me.”

“Well, I figured it wouldn’t be great to have to tell peoplemy boyfriend was killed by an oversized cretin with a feather fetish.”

Magnus grinds to a halt. Just freezes, stops walking. “Wha…”

Alex spins around, plants a hand on his hip. “Oh yeah, you’remy boyfriend now. Any problems with that?”

Magnus shakes his head vigorously, golden hair flippingwildly. “Nope. No, sir. No problems here, not one. Nope.”

Alex stifles a laugh as he grabs Magnus’s face to make himstop. And then, just because he’s close enough, plants a kiss on his lips. Ittakes only a millisecond for Magnus to respond enthusiastically, leaning in andtilting his head to deepen the kiss.

After some duration of time (that is probably way too longfor a kiss surrounded by twitching giants), Alex pulls away. “Glad that’ssettled, then.”

He doesn’t protest when Magnus holds his hand all the way backto the hotel – and if they sneak in another kiss in the cab, well, no one needsto know.

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Ahem. Ahem.

Requests are still open...

I’m pretty much eternally in need of writing practice, and eternally short on time, so: drabbles! I want to produce more of them.

I especially love writing AU fics, so send me an AU and a pairing  and I’ll do my best to write something for you. My fandoms (in order of writing preference, and with the ships I write best):

1) Miraculous Ladybug – the whole love square

2) Magnus Chase – Fierrochase

3) Lockwood and Co. – Locklyle

4) Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus – Percabeth

Other pairings and pairing-less prompts are also welcome!

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Fierrochase Coffee Shop AU

For the lovely @zarterfangirl, a little coffee shop drabble.

Tap, tap, tap. Fingernails against the countertop. And then that voice: “Hmmm, how about… a chocolate chip Frappuccino. With whipped cream.”

Magnus spins around, then coughs awkwardly and fiddles with some straws when she raises an eyebrow at him. He can still feel her eyes on him as TJ hands over the cup and he sets about making the drink.

In times like these, routine is his friend. Safe and familiar. Dump ice, spin, pump of chocolate, pour, lid, “Have-a-nice-day-ma’am.”

Usually she just smirks at him before grabbing her drink and walking off, but today she pauses. Her hand closes around his wrist as he turns away, and suddenly his heart rate is shooting from unhealthily high to catastrophic.

“How do you know?”

“Ufffhhh…” he cleared his throat. “What?”

“You called me ‘ma’am’. But yesterday, and the day before, you said ‘sir’. How can you tell?”

“Um, I-I overheard you mentioning being genderfluid on the phone the other day.”

Those disconcerting eyes bore into him. “Still doesn’t explain how you never misgender me.”

And, well, what is he supposed to say? That he stares at her pretty much every time she comes in, that he watches her so much he’s memorizes the way she walks, speaks, sits, and the way those change with her gender? ‘Oh, yeah, I know exactly what makes you laugh, I’ve noticed you order more sugary drinks on Mondays’ – no. No way he can say any of that. She probably already thinks he’s a creep.

He gulps, clears his throat again. “Intuition, I guess?”

She puts her elbows on the counter and leans closer, a sly grin on her face. “Intuition, huh?”

“Yeah, just- just a feeling.”

“Oh, and I’m sure you don’t get any other feelings about me.”

Magnus sputters, and she tilts her head back and laughs. And no, his eyes don’t trace the slender column of her neck. His hand doesn’t twitch with the urge to push her green bangs back from her forehead. Not one bit.

“I’ll be back here around five for a snack.”

There’s something expectant in her gaze, and Magnus thinks she’s hinting at something, but his brain has turned to mush and rational thought evades him.

“My shift ends at three.”

She raises her eyebrows, and he gets the distinct impression she’s trying not to roll her eyes. “Wouldn’t it be quite a coincidence if you happened to forget something here, and just happened to come back to pick it up? And – get this – what if you came around five?”

Slowly comprehension dawns on Magnus and he opens his mouth to respond – but she’s already gone, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of limes and a promise that fills his heart with helium.

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Hi! I saw you opened for requests and I love Lockwood & Co., so I was wondering if you could write a Locklyle story? Thank you! ♡

Here you go, good old Locklyle ghost-fighting plus some kissing. I haven’t come up with a name for this fic yet, so I’d love any suggestions if you have them. 

Lucy’s first kiss went exactly how she’d have expected it to – rushed,fumbling, and in the dark. Well, maybe the strands of ectoplasm steaming all around them were never reallypart of the picture she’d imagined. But really, with her luck and her line ofwork, it wasn’t such a surprise. Oh, who was she kidding? 

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A reminder that Lucy is actually pretty conscious of her weight and hates being insulted about it... like in the Lockwood Halloween Story where they're trying to open a jammed door and Lockwood asks for her to come help because "your weight might make the difference" and her response is "EXACTLY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING???"

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The most quotable book series I have ever encountered

Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams I mean, lots of books have great quotes, but with these series it's practically every other sentence it's ridiculous

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I love the Skulduggery Pleasant books, man. On one hand you have these sophisticated plots and awesome characters and then on the other hand you have phrases like "The gap was gaping. It was a gaping gap." And "We've got to work out what we need, how we get it, and what we need to get to get what we need."