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macolethings · 8 months

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3+58

My first ever prompt “ask!” 3 (Modern AU) + 58 (Accidental Eavesdropping). I’m going to make it from the same universe as my one shot “The Woods are my Home” since that story is also modern au. It will also give more insight into the start of their relationship.

I’m excited and nervous but here goes! This hasn’t been beta’d, just written on a plane and quickly edited.

NOW ON AO3!

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The smell of freshly ground coffee engulfed Clarke's senses as she stepped into Grounders Cafe. She had been coming to Grounders for years and it was a main staple of her routine. On the days she worked the night shift, she would come in before closing to get her blood pumping on a double shot americano, with a small splash of cream. When the nights were incredibly busy, making it nearly impossible to eat a real meal, she would show up again in the morning for a calming lavender tea and mushroom quiche before heading home to crash in bed.

This morning was one of those mornings. Clarke had decided to take on a shift for her friend, Monroe, a favor in which Karma did not decide to reward her for. She was initially disappointed to find out that Lexa was not on her team that night, due to a special training exercise they had the next day. The night only got worse as call after call came in. Clarke could have sworn it was a full moon based on the craziness of the situations they were summoned to.

Her shabby attire matched her sullen, tired, mood. Having placed her order to go, she sat down at a table in a dark corner. She threw her hoodie over her head and laid on her crossed arms, trying to shut out that world for a few minutes. Her mind drifted back to the woman who had been taking over most of her quiet thoughts these days. Lexa, an Air Force Pararescue Jumper Trainee, was the newest member of Clarke’s Emergency Medical Technicians Team. It was meant to prepare the trainees on how to handle emergency responses and to get them comfortable with the gore, stress, and mental challenges of the job.

She and Lexa got along almost instantly. Clarke could feel the nerves radiating off Lexa on her first night, and there were a few hiccups. But Lexa promised she would do better, and she had. Over the course of the month, Lexa had become an integral part of the team, and Clarke’s night. As if her thoughts could manifest themselves, a familiar voice brought her out of her hidden world. Clarke started to lift her head up to say "hi" to Lexa, when she realized the woman was on the phone. She watched her settle onto the couch near her, back towards Clarke, with a cup of black coffee if Lexa stuck to her usual order.

"I miss you too," she overheard Lexa lovingly say to whoever was on the phone. Clarke wondered who it could be. "Sorry we haven't been able to talk as much as I thought we would." Lexa sounded sad.

Clarke tried to think back on anyone Lexa mentioned from her hometown that she could be talking with. They had talked while on shift, getting to know each other past the point of just surface level information. Working as an EMT in a city as large as Arkadia left little time for deep philosophical discussions, but there was a connection between them that couldn't be explained, and Clarke had pressed in order to explore it more.

Sadly, with the little downtime they did have, Clarke and Lexa would normally go over the rescue and talk about what they could do better next time. Clarke knew how important it was to Lexa to learn everything she could while on the job, and she wanted nothing more than to help however possible. It was just a bonus that Lexa's hands would sometimes brush up next to hers unnecessarily and linger longer than needed. Or that Lexa would lean into Clarke's space when talking to her, claiming she wanted to make sure she was heard over the white noise the ambulance made when driving. The only issue was that Lexa could be closed off at times, especially when topics became too personal.

"Super busy," Lexa responded. "The team I was assigned to is great, and I'm learning a lot. The team lead is crazy intelligent. Pretty sure I could graduate top of my class with her helping me."

Clarke realized she really shouldn't be listening to Lexa’s conversation, but her curiosity about who could be on the other line overrode her ethical senses. Plus, Lexa was sitting in public having this conversation. It's not like Clarke had snuck up on her to listen.

"Don't be jealous, no one could replace you," she overheard Lexa say. Okay, she definitely should not be listening in. She was obviously listening in on a call between Lexa and her boyfriend. Girlfriend? But that didn't vibe with how Lexa had been acting around her this past month.

"I love you too much to do that, Madi." Lexa answered, upbeat and happy. Girlfriend, Clarke decided.

The handheld buzzer in her pocket went off, letting Clarke know her order was ready to go, and giving Clarke a reason to finally put herself out of her misery and step away from the conversation. How could she have misread their situation so badly? She took her breakfast and tea and started her walk home. Lexa had a girlfriend.

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It was two days later, and Clarke was going to be seeing Lexa again for the first time since overhearing her conversation with her girlfriend. She was not looking forward to it. She felt like an idiot, letting Lexa's fantastic smile, kindness, and flirtatious attitude cloud her judgment. She should have realized that the reason for Lexa being closed off at times was to hide a relationship.

"Hey, Clarke," she heard Lexa happily announce as she walked up to the ambulance, "I stopped by the bakery near my place to grab us some scones to go with our coffee tonight." Lexa placed the scones right inside the opened doors at the back.

"Hi, Lexa." Clark responded dismissively. "Thanks. I forgot to grab you one though, sorry. I was running late."

It was a lie, of course. An outright lie. As childish as it was, Clarke wanted to be petty after finding out Lexa had been toying with her emotions. She didn't forget to grab a coffee for Lexa. In fact, she thought long and hard about NOT ordering Lexa her usual, debating on if it would set a bad tone for the night. But, she ultimately decided she needed to pull back on their quickly developing friendship.

"Oh," Lexa sadly replied. "That's alright."

Lexa climbed into the back of the ambulance and started on their inventory checklist. Clarke normally helped her out, but tonight she left Lexa and Nate, their third team member, to do it on their own. It was a precursor to the rest of the night.

Their normal, lighthearted conversations were replaced by awkward silence. It made Clarke feel gutted. She still held their "lessons learned" session after each patient, but she was much more clinical and professional in her teachings. And she made sure to hold back on her usual tactile teaching moments she often used when correcting Lexa's form.

The shift in their dynamic did not go unnoticed by Lexa. After a few attempts at what had become their normal routine, Lexa gave up. She started sitting on the opposite side of the ambulance, rather than next to Clarke. And instead of talking to her, she read one of the medical trauma books Clarke had recommended. Even Nate had kept to himself.

Clarke hated the distance. It had only been a month, but she had become accustomed to being around Lexa. She had wanted to be next to her, learning about her, sharing stories. To get excited with her when Lexa learned a new skill, or performed it flawlessly. But she couldn’t allow herself to get caught up with someone who was taken. It was wrong.

As the night came to an end, Clarke completed their outbrief before directing Lexa and Nate to finalize the ambulance for the next shift. As she walked to the hospital to start the turnover paperwork, she heard a yell from behind her. “Clarke!” It was Lexa. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before turning around.

“What’s up, Lexa?” She asked nonchalantly.

Can I talk to you for a minute?” Lexa bravely asked. For Clarke’s face was not as welcoming, try as she might. “Please?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Clarke responded. Being alone with Lexa would not help Clarke’s conundrum. She was already fighting with herself; wanting to be closer to this woman and yet, wanting to push her as far away as possible.

Lexa looked defeated. “Did I… do something wrong?” She questioned. “Because I feel like you shut me out today.”

Clarke stared into Lexa’s eyes. Gorgeous green eyes that captivated her. Eyes that Clarke would catch making prolonged glances her way when Lexa thought she couldn’t see her. Eyes that should be looking at someone else that way, not her.

That thought solidified Clarke’s decision. She would talk to her, but she had to confront Lexa with what she overheard at the cafe and set boundaries for their future shifts. Their relationship needed to be strictly professional.

“We can talk. It’s probably best.” She answered, nodding her head towards the alley. Lexa followed quietly behind her.

Clarke jumped right into the conversation, just wanting it to be over. “Listen, Lexa. I think we’ve been crossing the lines of professionalism a bit too much at work.” Clarke stated. “It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Lexa nodded, seeming to understand exactly what Clarke meant. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware it was making you uncomfortable.” She responded.

“It wasn’t making me uncomfortable,” Clarke said, honestly. ”What makes me uncomfortable is that you have a girlfriend. That changes everything.”

This time, Lexa did not nod. Instead, her head did a slight tilt as her eyebrows furrowed. “I what?” Lexa asked, with a tone of confusion, rather than the defensive tone, Clarke expected.

“Lexa, please don’t play dumb.” Clarke had thought that Lexa would come clean if she confronted her. Had hoped she would own up to it, and maybe apologize. “We’ve been flirting, and all this time, you’ve been in a relationship.”

“Clarke,” Lexa said quietly. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend, in case that’s what you plan on accusing me of next.”

Clarke shook her head. “No, I heard you on the phone with her the other day. At Grounders.” Clarke finally came clean. “I was sitting behind you when you were talking to ‘Madi’ on the couch.”

Realization dawned on Lexa’s face, followed by a large smile. Clarke was confused. How could Lexa be smiling at this moment?

“You were eavesdropping on me?” She asked. Smile still plastered on her face.

Clarke was getting more confused by the moment, and it was causing her to be defensive. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Lexa! I was going to say hi, but you were on the phone. And you sat down on the couch right next to my table, and it was impossible not to hear.” She huffed.

“Clarke,” Lexa managed through a slight chuckle. “Madi is my little sister.” Clarke’s heart dropped into her stomach. Her what? “I’ll show you a picture.”

Lexa took her phone out of her back pocket and showed Clarke her lock screen. On it were two, wavy haired brunettes smiling at the camera; the little girl holding onto Lexa’s back looked like a younger version of Lexa. “See, my little sister.”

“Shit.” Clarke mumbled under her breath. “Shit.” She turned to walk away, embarrassed.

Lexa quickly put her phone back and gently grabbed Clarke’s arm to turn her back. But Clarke refused to face her.

“Please look at me, Clarke.” Lexa nudged. Clarke shook her head in defiance. “Please?” Lexa asked one more time.

It took a few seconds before Clarke looked up, her face beet red. But Lexa was beaming. “How are you still smiling when I just accused you of cheating?” She asked. “God! I feel like such an idiot!”

“I’m smiling because you said, ‘WE’VE been flirting’.” Lexa’s smile instantly changed from happy to cocky. “Which means that I wasn’t the only one flirting. And I’m hoping it means that if I ask you on a date, you’ll say ‘yes’.”

“Do you still want to ask me on a date after how I just acted?” Clarke wondered out loud.

“I really do,” Lexa responded quickly. “I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but I wasn’t sure how you felt. Maybe you’re just one of those women who are touchy, feely with their friends.” She boldly reached down and held Clarke’s hand. When she didn’t pull away, she continued. “I’d really like to see you outside work. We can start small. I believe you owe me a coffee,” she joked.

“That I do,” Clarke chuckled. She was feeling lighter already. “How about tea and breakfast, instead? Are you free for Grounders after I turn this paperwork in?”

“I am,” smiled Lexa. “I’ll finish up our end of day checklist and meet you there.”

“Sounds good.” She gave Lexa’s hand a squeeze before heading back in to finish up.

Clarke was halfway to the doors when she heard Lexa yell for her again, “And Clarke!” she stated with a smile, “I’m a one woman, woman.” Clarke shook her head and smiled. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a while.” ‘And this is the best of Karma I’ve had in a while,’ she thought to herself.

#anon #clexa #clexa fic #woods au #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction trope mash-up

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oxiosa · 9 months

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are you still doing those? you better be

74 + 88 + 98

74. Huddling for Warmth, 88. Erotic Dreams, 98. Curses

omg caju you greedy and you like to be a challenge BUT I THINK I FINALLY GOT IT TOO

Okok, I cant believe Im gonna say this, but I will take inspiration in Tangled and Shrek. Martín can be a cursed prince waiting in his tower and Luciano can be some handsome bandit a king has hired to bring Martín so he can have his hand in marriage, we know the drill.

Martín doesn't really want much to do about the king, so maybe Lu tricks him a bit going "Oh, excuse, did I say he wants your hand in marriage? My bad, I meant he's your father and wants his special boy back" or whatever. Which sounds more interesting and listen, Martín has been wanting to leave this tower so he takes the deal unknowing that Luciano will "betray" him in the future (Spoilers: he doesn't because he ~falls in love~ but of course Martín finds out in a dramatic misunderstanding that eventually leads to a heartfelt confession).

So now we get to enjoy their adventure as they go back to the castle. And yk how adventures are, sometimes you gotta huddle in the cold dark night from warmth. And here's the fun part, remember I said Martín is cursed? Well, he has been cursed to feel and see the things going through the minds of the people he touches. Which yk, makes him share very interesting dreams with his horny savior as they cuddle close as lovebugs for the night.

#i really cant say no to this #brarg #latin hetalia #Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

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disdaidal · 1 year

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Oh! Royal au and modern au for harringrove. Royal aus are cheesy by default, they're kind of my guilty pleasure lol

Nice!

I was either thinking of an AU where modern!Billy meets a modern!royal!Steve (let's say uni or a private college) and they fall in love. Since Billy's not of royal blood and Steve's side of the family is stuck in tradition, more or less homophobic, and suspicious of Billy's "true intentions" at least, they would definitely give them a hard time. Not to mention the press following and harassing the royal Steve Harrington wherever he goes, making *shocking* headlines about him and of course later, his suspected "common" lover Billy as well.

Or it could be a time travel fic where modern!Billy goes back in time (either via a time machine or time loop) and somehow ends up working as a stable boy/butler/bodyguard for the historical, snobby royal!Steve. Steve's just at that perfect age to start settling down and "producing new heirs" for the royal family (his father is that grade-A asshole) but Steve's more interested in purchasing new thoroughbreds for his horse stables and fooling around with the young and "capable" stable boys (who are then fired and replaced by his rigorous father). Now modern Billy might seem a little clumsy and an oddball in the eyes of the royals at first and has trouble fitting in. But he works hard to earn his bread, and he's confident and handsome -is something that royal!Steve finds irresistible. They slowly fall in love and become secret lovers. Then Steve sooner or later discovers that Billy's from the future. He obviously doesn't believe Billy at first and thinks he had too many mushrooms. But the more and more Steve hears Billy's stories about the modern world and its many possibilities, he can't help but think and dream about the different opportunities he could achieve, breaking free from his family's chains - maybe even getting a chance to express his love for Billy without having to hide it (in his time, two men loving each other would be punishable by death). Later on, they might even discover another time loop somewhere close, plan their escape and then slip through, falling through our time. Royal!Steve, like modern Billy in the past, would have a lot to learn about our time and customs and his struggle is real, but Billy would be patient with him, teach him, and support him at every step.

(these AUs could work the other way around too but somehow i'm just really into royal!steve, sooo yeah~)

#thank youu <3 #replies #anon #fanfiction trope mash-up #harringrove

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mycupofrum · 1 month

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14 + 97 with prongsfoot >:))) (if you want to ofc! <33)

Thanks for the ask, anon! 🩷 This one took me some time to think over. :D Super interesting tropes! It's an AU where James and Sirius didn't go to Hogwarts together but Sirius went to Durmstrang.

Bodyguard AU + Time Travel

Auror James Potter is in his late 30s, and the Ministry has finally captured Sirius Black who is claimed to be a notorious dark wizard. Black has refused to confess to his crimes or in fact to say anything to anyone who is trying to interrogate him. He doesn't even give in to Verisetarum. However, his reaction to James is strange when they first meet. He finally speaks. Gives him an address.

James goes there to find a timeturner. Something goes wrong and he goes back in time 20 years. He returns to the Ministry and explains what happened but doesn’t mention Sirius Black by name or give the officials his own real name because he's a bit suspicious and time travel can mess things up anyway. They will try to find a way to send James back to his time but in the meanwhile he is assigned to take care of an important family's heir who has been a target of a murder attempt. Turns out it's a 19-year old Sirius Black.

At first he is as reluctant as James is for the arrangement, especially since all James knows about him is the facts he has read from his file. But the more time he spends with younger Sirius Black, the more he realises that underneath the cool and distant exterior is a good person. How did he end up becoming a dark wizard? Was it really him or was he framed?

Gradually they become friends and then more than that. They start a forbidden relationship over the months James has to spend in the past. Eventually James returns back to his own time and when he looks into the eyes of Sirius Black again, there is understanding. There is love. They've finally met in the right time, and James is determined to prove Sirius is innocent, after all.

Fanfiction trope mash-up ask game

#the mental gymnastics be real :D #never mind the plot holes #but i love the challenge!#prongsfoot #ask game #fanfiction trope mash-up ask game #asks #asks answered

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owl-writing · 4 months

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tropes 20 79

Fanfiction Trope Mash-Up

20: Teacher AU 79: Anger Born of Worry

Opes Briarcrest - yes, that was, in fact, their legal name - stood in front of their class of students who ranged in age from eight to ten. They kept their shoulders squared - a holdover from their time training.

"Students," they began carefully, "I want you to know that I am not angry because I am mad at any of you. If I get angry, it is because I worry about you. The world is rough, but I do not want this classroom to be as rough as the rest of it. You are here to learn, and I am here to teach and protect you. Work with me when there is an issue instead of against me, and together we will defeat the problem. Understood?"

The kids nodded.

"Wonderful. Let's begin." They turned back to the whiteboard and began the lesson.

#answered #anonymous #ask game: fanfiction trope mash up #writing tag: kephea #character tag: opes

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lale-txt · 1 month

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Laleeee hiii how are you doing? 🥰

For the mash up au, can I ask for 75 + 88 with Kakashi? Or whoever you want, tbh I eat these kind of tropes with everyone 😂

Guyaaa (´⌣`ʃƪ) you have impeccable taste hehe, that was a very fun combo!

➳ Bed Sharing + Erotic Dreams

There was only one bed. Kakashi has read about this, but for it to happen to him in real life, with you of all people? He wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell. Maybe both. Yeah, probably both. He should have known he was doomed when you let out a quiet ‘tsk’ at his declaration that you can have the bed and he’ll sleep on the floor, and when he felt a tugging on his shirt and your pleading eyes seeking his, practically pulling him down on the softness of the bed with you. And it made sense–you two just finished a long and draining mission, and you needed to rest. It was as simple as that. Kakashi envied you, for how easily you could fall asleep, sprawled out on the bed as if you owned this place, without a single care in the world. Meanwhile he didn’t dare to move, almost didn’t dare to breathe either. Where your skin brushed against his, a tingling sensation spread throughout his whole body, impossible to ignore. It was when your quiet snores turned into something else, something more needy, that Kakashi had to bite down on his own tongue, eyes glued to the ceiling in an attempt to not let them wander over your sleeping form. There were no doubts what your dreams were about, from the way the mattress dipped slightly when you rolled your hips, soft whines escaping your throat in your sleep. He should get up, should walk out of here, pretend he didn’t notice anything–but then you mewl his name in your dreams and everything within Kakashi crumbles.

❦ fanfiction trope mash-up ask game!

#rattling the bars of my cage #how easily i could have turned this into a full blown fic too ugh #brain like: what if I add Tobi to the mix too. what then. WHAT THEN #MAYBE I WILL #thank you for sending this! it was super fun thinking about it and it will haunt me for three days and nights now (lovingly)#mash-up ask game #kakashi x reader #lale.ask

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harmlessghosty · 3 months

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Hey, how are you? 🖤

About the mash up 👀

How about Lucifer x MC, not a date & first kiss 👉🏻👈🏻

I’m doing okay! Always busy with something or other, thank you for asking! 💕

I kind of took this and ran a little with what I like the prompt to be for me, so I’m glad it was asked! I hope it’s enjoyable ☺️

Prompt list is at the end of the post.

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Lucifer wasn’t the type to ask for dates. He usually told you when he’s taking you somewhere, and it was always decidedly not a date—to RAD, to a shop to buy outfits for an important event, or to a restaurant in an apology for treating you in a way unbecoming of the Avatar of Pride himself.

But never a date. Not in your dreams was anything he did considered a date.

Well, until he decided it was, of course.

The way you looked at him when passing in the hallway made his heart jump ever so slightly in his chest. Helping you with your schoolwork after RAD brought him to want to lean a bit closer so that his jacket brushed against your shoulder—and sometimes he did so, in order to watch a blush bloom across your cheeks.

And of course, your kindness toward his brothers could make him swoon in itself. Loving his family as your own churned his stomach with a form of love almost unknown to him.

“It’s not a date,” he said with his typical plainness. “It’s simply an outing to get to know each other better outside of the RAD grounds and the House of Lamentation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like a date though.”

Scoffing, Lucifer turned his back on you and motioned over his shoulder. “Come,” he said firmly. “You’re dressed enough for an afternoon lunch downtown.”

Scurrying to catch up, you remained at his ankles even when you reached the sidewalks far away from the mansion. Finally, he slowed his pace, waiting for you to catch up to his side—an action you seemed uncomfortable to take, he noticed.

With a kind smile, one he hoped appeared as genuine as he wished it to be, Lucifer reached out a hand. “Take it. I don’t bite.”

You eyed it with suspicion. “But this isn’t a date.”

“Am I dating you by the simple virtue of holding your hand?” he asked with a smirk. How he wished he hadn’t worn gloves in order to feel your skin more clearly against his. With a practiced, smooth movement, he chose to remove them, making you vulnerable to the coldness of his palms. It wasn’t nerves exactly, but rather a concern whether you found him too frightening or high above you to hold his hand.

Slowly, you took it, and before he knew what exactly he was doing, he laced his fingers with yours and lowered it to his side. Your hand was warm, cozy, and wonderful in his—something he hadn’t experienced for quite some time.

Outside of the restaurant, Lucifer hesitated. “I didn’t make reservations,” he said, realizing he had been too busy last minute in his rush to invite you out on the town. “I do hope you don’t mind waiting?”

“I don’t mind,” you said, walking over to a bench lining the building and sitting down. “It gives us more time together, just the two of us, right? For our not-date.”

Crossing his arms, Lucifer sat heavily by your side with a smile he tried to hold back. You were simply too cute for him not to bless you with at least that much. “Did you want this to be a date?” he asked.

“And what if I did?” you countered, boldly nudging his side.

He shifted to face you on the bench. “Then, if you don’t mind this being a date,” he said, fingertips reaching to tilt your chin up towards him, “I suppose we should commemorate the moment with something special, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your eyes grew wide. “Lucifer,” you warned, unsure of his implications. “We’re in public. Don’t you think that’s a little…well, public? Anyone could judge you, and—!”

Before you could continue, he stole your lips in a tight kiss, grasping your breath and sucking away any sense of words possibly exiting your mouth. It was dominant—something he loved more than anything and something he was prone to do even at his most behaved. So what if anyone saw? It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered other than to feel your lips against his. And they were lovely, tasting of you, feeling supple and plump and beautiful.

When he moved back, his now ever-present smile permanent across his face, he released a long sigh. “Now will we call this an official date?” he asked, his lips a breath away from yours.

Stunned, you nodded. “Did you want it to be?”

“More than anything, if you kiss me more than that…”

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Prompt is from this post:

#Ghosty’s asks #obey me lucifer #x reader #Lucifer #ghostywrites #obey me shall we date

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thecouchsofa · 1 month

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hi!! #14 & #90 for the trope mash-up if you want to? 👀♥︎

Fanfiction trope mashup - Bodyguard AU x Unexpected Virgin

I took this in a slightly different direction to what I was intending, but I quite like it!

Rating: M

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Malfoy slammed the door as he stomped in behind Harry, the rusty hinges squealing. “Do you have any idea–”

“Come off it, Malfoy, you pillock.” Harry rolled his eyes, delighting as the corner of Malfoy’s lips twitched. He sagged against the cool stone wall, trying to catch his breath for the first time in hours.

“I told you not to draw attention to yourself.” Malfoy tugged at his pale hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. He looked far older than his eighteen years, the seemingly endless months of war hanging heavy on his frame. He had lines now, between his arched brows and across his high forehead. They stood out when he hunched over a book as he read by candlelight, too nervous to cast a proper Lumos.

“I didn’t try to–”

Malfoy’s laugh was hollow. He fixed Harry with a look that displayed the fatigue and sadness lodged deep in his soul after so many losses. “You pulled your wand on Greyback. That–”

“I had to.” Harry’s words tripped over themselves. He clutched at the wall, breaths coming faster and faster, the echoes of the offensive spells fired at him and Malfoy still hot on the skin of his heels. “I couldn’t not, not after everything.”

“Then let me do it.” Malfoy’s voice was desperate, pleading. “I’m supposed to protect you. You can’t let me fail at this, Potter.”

“You don’t care about me,” Harry said, though he didn’t believe it. He saw how Malfoy looked at him now, had watched the fear and determination on his face when he threw himself between Harry and the oncoming spells.

“Sirius does.” Malfoy yanked at his jumper, tugging it over his head. There was no point in keeping it now, not in the state it was in; they’d have to burn it before nightfall. Before they moved on from there, to somewhere safer. Wherever that was. “And I can’t let him down, Potter. Not after everything he’s done for me.”

What about me? Harry wanted to ask. He ached to, needed to hear the answer out loud, that something that he felt from Malfoy every day, in each action he performed. What about what I’ve done? What about what you’ve done for me?

Malfoy’s tongue swept over his bottom lip. He looked at Harry then – really looked at him. “I’ve killed for you.”

“Yes,” Harry said. And I’d do the same for you.

Malfoy’s pale throat moved as he swallowed. “I’d do it again.”

“I know.”

“I would.” Malfoy’s gaze was heavy, his shoulders sagging. “But please don’t make me.”

And that was something that Harry couldn’t promise, no matter how much he wanted to. Malfoy knew that; Harry could see it in his face.

The rest of their clothes hit the floor, the threads of fabric standing on end, friction from the offensive spells caught in each strand.

Malfoy stared at the pile for a moment, jaw clenched tight. “We’ll have to burn them.”

“Not in the fireplace.”

“No. The bath.”

Harry gathered up their things, shuddering at the remnants of hostile magic that brushed against his skin. Every atom seemed to scream They’re here. He’s here. Come and get them.

The light of the fire danced across Malfoy’s face as they stood next to the tub, watching as their clothes burned. The scent of it was cloying, magic mixed with ash and charred polyester. Malfoy shuddered, wrapping his arms around his bare torso. Harry glanced at him only once, eyes dropping lower, cheeks heating.

Malfoy cleared his throat, the sound harsh against the backdrop of crackling flames. If Harry closed his eyes and listened, he could almost believe he was camping somewhere in the countryside, innocent and safe.

“We need to wash the magic off.” Malfoy’s tone was rough, like shoes on gravel. “I…”

“Together,” Harry said, before he could stop himself. He couldn’t go back downstairs and wait, ears straining for any sign of someone having followed them to that crumbling lighthouse on the edge of the world.

Malfoy nodded curtly, turning away when Harry looked at him.

They couldn’t turn the water on, just as they couldn’t activate any of the lights. Instead, they took turns holding Malfoy’s wand up, keeping a finger on it to activate the Aguamenti. Malfoy shivered, stepping closer to Harry as water sluiced over the planes of his torso. It shimmered, magic running down their skin and collecting at their feet. Droplets of water clung to Malfoy’s pale lashes as he turned to face Harry, blinking slowly. He didn’t flinch when Harry reached for him, not as he had the last time, the only other time Harry had tried.

“Draco,” Harry whispered, and Malfoy finally touched him back. He slid a hand round the back of Harry’s neck and tugged him in close, kissing him firmly. Their knees bumped in the cramped space, Malfoy’s fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, his breath a whisper.

Malfoy gasped, tipping his head back, when Harry wrapped a hand around the length of him. His legs shook, fingers clutching for any part of Harry he could reach. “I can’t … Potter, I haven’t … not before. Not ever.”

Harry kissed the confession from his lips, swallowing each of Malfoy’s moans, keeping him quiet so they wouldn’t be found. His bicep bulged, muscles straining with the effort of keeping Malfoy’s wand raised above their heads. He didn’t protest, didn’t ask to swap. He touched Malfoy slowly as Malfoy looked his fill, ran his fingers over another body for the first time.

“Please,” Malfoy whispered, legs shaking. “Fuck, I need…”

“Hold on to me,” Harry directed, tightening his grip and speeding up his strokes.

Malfoy clutched onto him and gasped, mouthing Harry’s name again and again against his damp skin. He said it out loud as he crested, Harry’s given name passing his lips for the first time as the smell of their burning clothes filled the air.

“Sirius is going to kill me,” Malfoy muttered against Harry’s shoulder, later, after they’d Apparated to a damp forest in Cumbria.

Harry wrapped an arm around Malfoy’s shoulders, holding him close. “Not if I do it first.”

His words rang loud in the quiet, a joke that didn’t so much as fall flat, but seemed to predict something, a future that neither of them wanted.

“Maybe,” Malfoy said. He pressed his lips to Harry’s throat, parting them and swiping his tongue across Harry’s skin. “But not if I do it first.”

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ohnococo · 1 month

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how about the arranged marriage with it’s not you, it’s me with sukuna for the fanfiction trope mash-up? 👀

This was fun 🫶🏼

Sukuna has taken countless wives in search of a male heir, and killed those who could not provide. When he develops a fondness for you, despite being unable to provide him with his promised heir, he decides it’s better to send you away than have you watch on as he continues his search with others.

Fanfic Trope Mash-Up

#this one gave me an opportunity to expand on something that’s been rattling around in my head #ask game #sukuna x reader #coco trope mashup

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bodyguard au x flirting under fire for strollonso?

page written yay, let's get gay!! this was fun and perhaps could be made into a longer fleshed out fic? let me know <3

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

I've written for a very similar prompt to this before so I'm gonna mix it up this time.

Lance is the bodyguard to 'businessman' Fernando and he's seriously regretting taking on this job offer. He's been shot at three times already this week and it's only Tuesday, and he gets the impression that walking away really isn't an option for this job. He's also concerned at how quickly he came to not actually care about any of this, despite the bullets flying over his head he can't actually imagine quitting this job.

His boss totally, definitely doesn't have anything to do with that. It's not like the look Fernando gave him on his first day rewired his brain or anything, not like he'd do anything to be on the receiving end of that look again. Right now that anything appeared to be putting himself between four men with assault rifles and Fernando. he heard one of the safeties click off and immediately tackled Fernando to the ground behind their car, which is bullet proof of course.

the goons sent after Fernando are obviously not the sharpest tools in the sheds, just spraying the obviously reinforced car with bullets in the hopes that something happens, honestly the laziness offended Lance. They were making such a scene that the police would already be on their way and really Lance was happy to let them take care of things, there was nothing incriminating Fernando or himself, as long as they played dumb they'd be home in time for dinner.

Lance is still covering the older man with his own body, hovering above him, arms strained, his entire body is tense and when he looks down at Fernando he sees that look he's been craving since he accepted the job. The two lock eyes and it's like Fernando can read his mind, more likely he's reading Lance's face the man cannot hide his emotions to save his life. Fernando tilts his head and smirks up at him and delivers the killing blow "is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" it's corny it's cheesy it absolutely should not work but Lance can feel his entire face heating up, he can hear Fernando chuckling under him.

Something about the sound flips a switch in his head, he shouldn't be embarrassed, he's the one who has Fernando laying on his back under, how many people would kill for that? actually Lance might be able to answer that by the end of the week. Lance has control of this situation, and he realises now he also has an equally interested party. Lance drops his knee and elbows to the ground, essentially trapping Fernando under him, he can feel the rise and fall of Fernando's chest beneath his own they are so close now. He leans in and whispers into Fernando's ear "I thought a man of your reputation would be able to tell"

he can feel Fernando's breath stutter beneath him, the man hadn't expected that from Lance and that alone fills Lance with a ridiculous amount of pride. He's waiting for Fernando to make the next move when the gunfire above them is replaced by police sirens and the moment is broken... for now

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50 & 96 for the ask 🤍 (hinny of course 🤍)

50. Arranged Marriage 96. Scars

Okay, I may have gotten a little carried away with this one.

She had shouted and fought and physically refused to go, but in the end it had not mattered. After a quick wedding, both of them were wordlessly escorted to their new home. She did not even get to see it, they were brought to their room and the door was locked.

Left to the mercy of a man she barely knew more of than his name. For the rest of her life.

She sat on the bed still wearing her wedding dress. He had not looked at her since they entered, turned away from her as he sat at the end of the bed, and she at the head. In a way, it was somewhat reassuring. She wondered if he'd start talking.

She watched as he bent down and undid his shoes, untying the laces slowly before stepping out and then setting them aside. He took his vest off and loosened his tie. She did not move an inch and kept her arms folded around her knees.

He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She saw the lashes down his back, some old and one far too fresh.

She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her throat. She slapped her hand in front of her mouth to make sure no other unwarranted noise escaped.

"I'm sorry," he spoke. "I know they're ugly."

"No!" she quickly spoke. "They're not." She found herself moving towards him. "Who did this to you?" She took a spot beside him.

"Who do you think?" he asked. "I disobey, I'll suffer for it." He looked down at the clutched shirt in his hands. "It had been a while but my last attempt to stop this wedding..."

"It appears nothing we could've done, or said, would've stopped this," she muttered. She glanced at the fresh one. "That looks like it hurts."

He shrugged. "It'll fade."

This wouldn't do. She couldn't let him suffer like this. She found herself pushing off the bed and to her two bags in the corner. She rummaged around in the smallest one until she found the numbing ointment.

She turned around and met his eyes for perhaps the third time since they had met. "Can I?" She showed him the little tin.

"You couldn't possibly make it worse."

With that vote of confidence, she walked back to the bed and sat behind him. He flinched at the first touch but then his shoulders relaxed and she continued applying it.

Then he sighed with relief. "That feels so much better," he said. "Thank you."

She came to sit back down beside him. "Just tell me when it hurts again, and we can reapply."

He looked at her for a long moment and then he nodded. "Thank you," he said once again. "I'm sorry about all of this."

She breathed out and offered him a weak smile. "Me too."

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oxiosa · 9 months

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2, 56, 66, 92 IM HOPING IM GETTING THIS RIGHT

2. Royal, 56. Awful First Meeting, 66. It's not you, ir's my enemy, 92. Kink

The kink bit gave me a bit of trouble, but I think I got it.

So, we have this kingdom, right, which is ruled by a despot monarchy that is both feared and hated by everyone. The Queen is heartless and cruel, she cares not for her kingdom or her subjects. Her son, Crown Prince Martín, is just as spoiled. He's rude, arrogant and vicious, the making of generations.

Luciano works at the castle and he was seen first hand just how bad these people are. He hates them, and one day has the nerve to talk back. Maybe it can be during a ball, he humilliates an unpleasant old lady who has rude to him in front of everyone - even Martín, who has this surprised looked that turns upside down with displeasure as Luciano is arrested at the spot and sent to prision to be executed in the morning for daring to speak such way.

Luciano sits on a cell waiting for death, he is to be executed. Except that doesnt happen. Instead, he gets a visit from Martín. They have a little chat in which Martín riles him up, and Luciano doesnt cower. Listen, he'll be dead in the morning, he might as well give these people a piece of his mind. Unknowingly, his unhinged boldness is his ticket out of prision... and into Martín's bed.

Cause here's the thing, the Prince has a submission kink and not a lot of people crazy enough to dare treat him the way he wants. But just now, he has found someone bold enough to scratch that itch in Luciano.

Lu accepts the offer. Sex is better than death and hey, he's also a slut. Fine by Lu, yk. Plus, giving the evil Prince what he deserves is very satisfying. Now of course sex eventually leads to feelings, this is a romantic story. And of course, considering what we've been cooking, Martín has many enemies so after one attack than almost ended in Luciano's death, Martín decides to push Lu away to keep him safe by being being heartless to him, lying his heart off and telling him he never meant anything to him. Of course, this is a shortlived ruse and Luciano and Martín have their lovers reunion, probably screaming heartfel confessions under the rain yk the drill.

I guess it eventually ends a la French Revolution, but for a happy ending's sake I say Martín manages to escape with Lu to have their happily ever after God knows where. The end.

#this is too close to captive prince and I aint too proud #but I found very little ways around such specific prompts :/#a slightly ooc martin but alas that's an aus are for #brarg #Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

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marriage of convenience and hair brushing/braiding for rexwalker, if you feel up to it?

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

This ask meme is from over a year ago. Please don't send new prompts.

52. Marriage of Convenience 94. Hair Brushing/Braiding

Is it bad that my first thought is actually inspired by the Ob*kin fic Their fragrance came from you? There's a whole thing about Tatooine marriage braids that my mind immediately jumps to lmao

I think... let's say modern AU. Anakin is a single dad, has been for a few years. Padme died in childbirth, and while her will was made out in favor of Anakin and the kids, the executor of her will was her lawyer-mentor, Palpatine, who couldn't touch the trust funds set up for the twins (which are very large, and will become available when they turn 25, but can only be accessed for education costs before then), but did manage to somehow take almost all the liquid assets left for Anakin in bogus fees.

Anakin's still got the house, but as time passes, he's having more and more trouble with paying the property taxes. He's still managing, but the money Padme left for him is slowly dwindling, and the kids are going to start costing more as they get older, and he's already got Ahsoka living with him (she helps out with the kids so he can work, coding from home, since he's paying for her college tuition; she doesn't have to pay rent since she's a commuter student, and she's got a partial scholarship, but that's still a few thousand a year coming out of Anakin's pocket to put his little sister through underrad). Obi-Wan offered to help, but Obi-Wan lives on the other side of town and even tenured professors don't earn that much, compared to Coruscant's standard cost of living, especially since Obi-Wan adopted recently, a little girl called Reva, and--

Anakin's struggling financially, basically, which isn't a new circumstance, but he really doesn't want to lose Padme's house. Worst comes to worst, he can probably sell it back to Sola so it stays in the Naberrie family, and she'll let him keep living there, but... that's not a sure bet. The Naberries are comfortably wealthy, but it's still an entire house.

Rex, a college friend of Anakin's that went to the same aerospace program, comes back to town. He was on a military tour overseas, but got honorably discharged due to a head injury. Anakin offers to let hm sleep in the guest room, since Padme's house (it's still Padme's, in Anakin's mind), is a lot bigger than Cody's apartment, even if there are toddlers at large. Rex initially promises that he'll only stay long enough to find an apartment of his own, except he overhears Anakin on the phone with Obi-Wan about the finance stuff one day, and reaches out to a few people who have been in town more consistently for a better idea of what's going on without getting too deep into Anakin's business.

Rex manages to get a job locally; there's an airfield for hobbyists a few miles out of town, and the place is looking to hire a new engineer on staff to do repairs and checks on the small planes they keep on site. He starts making noises about moving out, and then, 'subtly,' suggests he just stay at Anakin's place and pay rent.

Anakin does not like the idea of Rex paying rent; friends don't do that! Anakin isn't going to make Rex pay rent in Anakin's home.

They don't talk about it for a few days, and then there's... IDK a night 'off,' where Obi-Wan or Sola or Aayla or Beru takes the twins for an evening, and Ahsoka goes out with friends, so Anakin can take some time off from being a Dad and just Relax.

He and Rex break out the wine, get tipsy not truly drunk, and Rex pokes at the 'just stay here' option again. The house is closer to the airfield than most apartments, and Rex can help take some of the weight off of Anakin and Ahsoka's shoulders with regards to childcare! Even if Anakin won't accept him paying rent!

Anakin argues this. Anakin's kids aren't Rex's responsibility, and Anakin doesn't need his charity (which is, of course, how he views Rex's suggestion). They go back and forth on the topic a few times, and then Rex throws out something about getting married 'for lower taxes' and 'it's not rent if it's my house too, right?' and it's. It's a joke.

Except they're both still thinking about it the next morning, with faint (but not faint enough) memories of a tipsy kiss before bed, and--

Months pass with the two of them circling around each other and Rex never quite moves out, and tax season rolls around, and Anakin is stretched so thin, even with all the cuts for children and covering a dependent's tuition and so on.

Rex quietly floats the idea of a convenience marriage again. It doesn't have to mean anything, if Anakin doesn't want it to. It's not an insult to Padme's memory, just a way of keeping her children in the house she chose for them. And it's not charity, because Rex will get tax cuts too, and better health insurance once Anakin can put him on the family plan he's got. It won't do anything for this year, but by the time the next year rolls around, Anakin will have less of a problem paying those taxes, even if that promotion he's been hoping for doesn't come through.

Anakin, eventually, agrees.

Just four months later, they tie the knot. It's a small ceremony, more than just a courthouse and a paper, just to... well, Anakin wants Rex to have this. Leia and Luke don't entirely understand what's going on, but Ahsoka told them that it means Rex is going to be staying for a lot longer than they originally planned, and they're pretty excited about that part. They're four, and 'Daddy's friend that we like a lot is staying' is pretty clear.

They don't have a 'traditional' wedding night, because they're still both looking at this as a platonic thing (it won't stay that way, but it still is for now). They do share a bed, because someone is sleeping in their guest room (IDK who, maybe a guest was too drunk post-wedding to get home and they just offered the room). Anakin's hair is long enough for an evening of people and, importantly, sticky toddler hands to have tangled it. He washes it out, comes to the bed, and looks so tired--because he had to wash the toddlers first--that Rex offers to brush it for him.

It's intimate. Gentlemanly, but intimate. They go to bed with warm cheeks and pounding hearts, and eventually, one of them rolls onto their side to cuddle.

Neither of them get much sleep that night.

#star wars #the clone wars #rexwalker #captain rex #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #skywalker twins #modern au #obi wan kenobi #phoenix answers memes

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mycupofrum · 1 month

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15+70 with prongsfoot pls <33

Thanks for the ask! 💛 This expanded a bit. 😄 They’re muggles in this one.

Criminal AU + Locked in a Room

James is a football equipment manager making sure the empty changing room is in order for the following morning when in runs the notorious crime family member, Sirius Black. His face has been plastered on TV for the last few months ever since his well executed prison break, and he's clearly on the run from the police. He slams the changing room door shut behind him, and James goes pale. They've called a maintenance company for someone to come and change the lock since it's been broken for a few days, and they've made sure to leave the door open ever since. It can't be opened from the inside. He's trapped in a changing room with a criminal. A very handsome criminal.

Sirius is intrigued by this charming stranger who introduces himself as James Potter. After the first shock wears off, James doesn't seem to be afraid of Sirius but suggests a very reasonable escape plan for him once they get out of the room. When they talk more, Sirius finds out James is frustrated because he always wanted to be a star player for the team but couldn't due to an injury. So, he settled for taking care of the equipment. Honestly, the man should be a convicted criminal alongside Sirius for his bright mind and those devilishly pretty eyes and how he keeps batting those long lashes like that. When he first smiles, the dimples seal the deal. Sirius Black will take James Potter along with him as a partner in crime. After their chat, Sirius reveals he has a gun so he shoots the lock open and they step outside to start their criminal future together.

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fanfic tropes 50 and 63?

Fanfiction Trope Mash-Up

50: Arranged Marriage 63: Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple

"I'm so nervous, Mars."

Mars still wondered how the hell they had gotten roped into this. But they tried not to bother with that thought as they straightened their cloak. "Don't be."

Catherine glared at them. "Easy for you to say. Your whole life doesn't hinge on how tonight goes."

"You're used to suitors, though. What's the deal with this one?" Mars asked. They ran a magic-cloaked hand through their hair, forcing it to stay in place and look nice. "And why do I have to appear? I'm literally a farmer."

"And the greatest wizard in Plantagenet." Catherine smoothed down the skirt of her yellow gown over her kirtle. "And the only person that my father doesn't mind me being seen with before I'm married off to some noble asshole whose previous wife went missing 'mysteriously'."

"I still think you should go through with the marriage and kill your new husband. I could even help you hide the body," they offered.

A ghost of a smile passed over Catherine's lips. "I know you would."

Mars offered their arm. "Shall we?"

Catherine took it. "We shall."

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The ball was loud and annoying. It was precisely the thing that Mars hoped to avoid in moving to a tower in a backwoods hamlet after graduating (with honors!) from the Losniara Academy of Magic. Catherine maintained a strong grip on their arm, her dress sleeves hiding the strong muscles underneath.

Her future husband, unfortunately, saw the two. He was an older man, with the smell of elderberry strong on his lips. Mars couldn't be bothered to remember names, nor what house the crest on his doublet belonged to.

"Princess Catherine," he greeted with an overly-formal bow, which was only made clumsier by his clear inebriation. "I look forward to our wedding tomorrow. Might I say, you look simply ravishing."

Catherine recoiled - a mere step back, but it was all the cue that Mars needed to place themself between their royal rival and the nobleman.

Mars didn't growl, though they did speak before they could think about it. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. And you seem the sort to need whatever luck you can get."

The man's attention snapped towards them. "What do you mean by that, you...you...whomever you are!"

Mars straightened up. Their robes were hiding the full strength they had built up from years of farm work. "I mean that you're a detestable disgrace for showing up drunk to the very party being put on for you. You spit on the hospitality of King Edward, and in the same breath, you lust after his daughter. Shame."

The nobleman threw a punch. Mars caught his fist without even worrying about it. They smiled maliciously and tilted their head, making eye contact with the nobleman.

What happened next was remembered by no one present. Well, no one except for Mars and Catherine. As far as everyone else knew, the nobleman had quickly made his excuses, retracted his claim to marry Princess Catherine, and was routed from the palace. All the while, Princess Catherine stood calmly with her hand on the arm of the wizard she had called in.

Rumors flew after the fact, of course. Rumors that the two were secretly lovers. After pretending to gag at the thought, the two rivals laughed over the idea until their stomachs hurt.

#answered #anonymous #ask game: fanfiction trope mash up #writing tag: the farmer and the princess #character tag: catherine #character tag: mars

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