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Fabio/Laurent 41 😍

Can I just say how much I LOVE YOU for this? I had so much fun writing this prompt so THANK YOU a million times!

Prompt no. 41 from this list.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

This includes an oc from my long multi-chapter (actually Damen/Laurent) fanfic Linger. So, for all my Fabio stans out there: enjoy girlies.

Apologies for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes, this wasn’t edited.

London in December was overwhelming, yet not unforgiving.

It was cold and yet warmer than Laurent had expected, considering Christmas was around the corner and winters, in his experience, were seasons to be feared and dreaded and hated. Back in Marlas, the skies would turn low and perennially gray with the first snows, and he would wake up to the quietness of a muffled world covered in white.

In Italy, the world was just wet and the air achingly wrenching of humid and moss. Shops and restaurants closed early and some would lock up entirely until the spring. Without tourists, or with a wave significantly smaller, it wasn’t worthy to keep open and endure it. Laurent couldn’t blame them, really. Had he the chance, he’d decide to live in spring for the rest of his days.

London, however, was entirely different and pleasant in a way he hadn’t expected. He’d been to England before, maybe twice and during the summer, when it was hot enough for it to be suffocating and everyone was always useless and drunk.

It was his first time to go for the holidays, and it was Fabio’s first time entirely. Nevertheless, in spite of having seen it all before when the crowds were bustling with heat and beer, Laurent found that he liked this charm the better. He liked the blue skies and early nights and walks through Hyde Park while drinking hot chocolate with Baileys.

And of course, he liked the company. He liked the way Fabio enjoyed everything he did from morning to evening and never complained about being too tired or bored or hungry, the way Nicaise usually was.

He liked it when they went to museums and Fabio talked animatedly about what he knew and wondered even more cheerfully about what he didn’t. A city like London was the source of energy of artists and poets and musicians – it only happened that Fabio was all three combined.

And so, Laurent loved it, really. He loved not caring one bit that Christmas was around the corner and he was a million years away from home. He loved going to Oxford Street and seeing the lights adorning the shops and buildings, making it seem both cliché and fantastic. He loved taking Fabio’s hand as they tried to pass through a mass of people walking in and out the tube station.

They’d spent the evening shopping presents for their respective families, Fabio doting on every person that he loved, as per usual. His list included three older sisters, loving parents and uncles and cousins. Nephews and nieces, two brothers-in-law and a future sister-in-law. The sister of his grandma who’d remained unmarried and treated him like the child she never had.

Anyway.

Laurent only shopped for his mom, Clementine and his two best friends. He was done in half an hour.

By the time they’d been in and out of Selfridges, a semi-luxurious department store with it’s own chocolaterie section, they were carrying too many bags for two people and felt the exhaustion on their legs following a pang of hunger.

“Allora?” Fabio asked him as they stepped out the door, breathing in chilly air. “Andiamo a casa?”

Laurent nodded. He smiled, “We can order takeout.”

Fabio made a face and Laurent’s lips curved even higher into a grin, knowing the words that were coming, “Please no more british food.”

“What’s wrong with scotch eggs and breaded fish?”

Disgusted, Fabio shook with goosebumps at the memory of a disappointing dinner during their second night in the city. “Let’s just have pizza or burgers like normal people.”

Laurent laughed, then took Fabio’s hand as they walked, following the directions of the map in his phone. It would take a thirty minute bus ride to get to Nicaise’s house –that he’d kindly let them use for their trip– somewhere between South Kensington and Chelsea, but both of them had taken a liking to the double decker views, so they didn’t mind it much.

Or wouldn’t have, except it started to rain, out of sudden, as it happened often in London. Suddenly they were walking faster, almost running.

The bus stop was packed with people sheltering under, so they had no option but to open the cheap umbrella they’d gotten from a street vendor earlier and stand close together as they waited.

“Are you cold, Lori?” Fabio asked, holding the umbrella with one hand, then taking Laurent’s freezing knuckles with the other one.

“Only a lot,” Laurent replied, head coming to rest on Fabio’s shoulder.

With a glance to the screen of the stop, Fabio said softly, “It’s only four minutes more.”

So they waited. More people came to the stop, unbothered by the rain or hiding under umbrellas like them. Comfortable silence was one of the things he’d only found in Fabio. Laurent could stand there leaning against him without saying a word, and Fabio would only kiss his head, let him be.

Peace. Laurent looked up, saw Fabio looking somewhere ahead, lost in thought.

“Found something interesting?” he teased.

Fabio turned back to him, smiled, “Not more than you.”

“Interesting is quite a word to describe me.”

“It’s only accurate, amore. Another of many.”

“Such as?”

“Dolce,” Fabio said, caressing his cheek, “Bello.”

“Kissable?”

Fabio closed his eyes for a second, delighted as he chuckled, “Let me find out.”

Underneath the umbrella, Fabio leaned down to kiss him softly, sweetly, and Laurent cherished it. He wanted to bottle up the moment, put it inside a snow globe he could shake alive again.

“What’s the verdict?” he whispered, pulling away slightly.

“Kissable.” Fabio said before kissing him again.

London in December was rainy, foggy and yet extraordinarily magical.

#captive prince #kissing prompts #my writing #oc: fabio #linger #veretianstarburst

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izumisays · 7 years

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Dear creator,

Thank you so much for reading this and signing up for this wonderful annual conspiracy!

I hope you have a lovely time, and that this letter can contribute to it. If any of the fandoms below pique your interest, I’m delighted already, and very interested to hear your thoughts on them.

Fandoms: Nimona, In Other Lands, Captive Prince, Machineries of the Empire

As for reading preferences, I’m happy with a wide variety of tones and genres, from lighthearted shenanigans to dramatic casefics, and pretty much all ratings, but the core of all stories I love is always character interaction. How they play off each other and bring out their best/worst, how they would react to a divergence of events, how true would they stay to their selves in a different setting - these are the kind of questions I’m all chinhands for. POV games, a missing scene, a casefic, canon expansion, backstories and what-ifs are all fair game, so choose your weapon!

I would be very grateful if you could avoid a/b/o and similar kinktropes, played-straight soulmate fic, and character interpretation that runs contrary to their core values. If in doubt, please reach out to me on anon - the askbox is open!

NIMONA (any characters)

It is no mystery at all why I completely imprinted on this book. What is a mystery, however, is how I survived to this day and age without having loved Nimona for years - how did I even live unaware of its existence, up until an impulse purchase a month ago? WHAT A TRAVESTY.

Anyway, I massively adore Nimona to bits: a perfect fusion of story and pictures, chaotic evil Nimona (CHOMP!), Ballister of the big heart and stoic love for strays and SCIENCE, Ambrosius of awkward good instincts and poor decisions - I just want to pinch everyone’s cheeks and hug them to my chest. For six hours. Approximately. It’s open for negotiation :’)

I’m requesting any characters because I’d be honestly delighted by seeing each one of them <3

A day in casa de Blackheart with Nimona and Ballister! Hatching evil schemes or having a pizza night - or both. BOTH IS GOOD. A flashback to Ballister and Ambrosius’s younger days (that christmas special *clutches heart*). A future with Nimona infiltrating Ballister’s lab and his & Ambrosius’s couch with popcorn and underhanded science! Nimona grumpily acquiescing to Goldenloin’s presence in Ballister’s life! Generally ANY AND ALL HIJINKS feat. heartwarmth and unapologetic monster girl love and fierce protectiveness of each other, much in the spirit of the lovely, lovely source material.

IN OTHER LANDS (Luke Sunborn)

Elliot is a spectacular narrator. Novel-shaped case in point: In Other Lands.

Having said that, what I really, really want to see is a story that makes Luke a narrator, or otherwise puts him at the center. I have it on good authority that he makes one fucking adorable narrator (novella-shaped case in point: Wings in the Morning), but why stop there, right?

Luke/Elliot, either post-canon or slightly amending canon, is always a delight. Luke crushing on Elliot for years in a resigned, semi-unaware (or aware!) manner - he gives Elliot Dale’s name only as a distraction, to get Elliot off his back, and watches with horrified eyes how every member of his family is suddenly out there to set him up with the wrong boy! Luke handling the thought of Elliot the boyfriend with awkwardness unbefitting a Trigon champion (granted, Elliot is kinda more prickly than an average glass ball). Luke having 110% confidence in Elliot and admiring him sass people into submission from the sidelines.

A look at Luke’s friendship with Serene - completely compatible with Luke forever crushing on Elliot, just saying ^^. I suspect lack of Elliot’s Serene goggles could do marvels to building nuance to her character: a little less reverse gender comedy just for the sake of comedy, a little more someone who is clever enough to balance multiple things, connect the dots, and learn, and stand by what she believes is right.

Competence kinkkk. Forever admiring the bookish people, refusing to stop trying to catch up, and zero time spent being conceited about own achievements while fully embracing his role of a champion and defender - that’s the Luke I love <3 Luke’s brand of leadership & charisma - an introverted champion, well-loved by people and easily tired of company of not his people.

Figuring out life after graduation! Casefic of them solving a mystery and preventing a war breakout! Getting assignments and storming the castles! Building cross-cultural competence by throwing Elliot at new people and watching him sign up new pen friends and treaties!

Sunborn family fic! A holiday get together? Drunken exchange of family stories? Another terrible competition that Elliot boycotts? Rachel reading Luke’s letters from year one and with great amusement observing the progression of his “THAT ELLIOT” feelings. God I love the Sunborns <3

I’m not particularly fond of Dale, on understanding that he got enough screentime as is already I’d be grateful if you didn’t center the fic around him. Obviously no objections to him as part of class ensemble, whose names Luke will never bloody remember.

CAPTIVE PRINCE (Damen, Laurent, Auguste, Jokaste)

You would not have wanted to see me at the peak of my CP obsession - dignity readers for miles around were in the red zone for months, I can tell you that. Even my bitter disappointment with many things in the third book didn’t survive the onslaught of feelings that overcome me every time I turn my thoughts to this series. R e g u l a r l y. (If you don’t think Prince’s Gambit is the high point of modern literature, f i t e m e)

Things that make me happy:

Laurent/Damen endgame, always.

Auguste! Alive and well and fiercely proud of Laurent and quite possibly giving young Damen - his admiring bro - confused boners. Which he manfully swoonstruggles against, because see above.

Clever, competent Damen that drives Laurent up the wall of his fervent refusal to admit any of it affects him

Laurent POVs in general. There is nothing more delightful than a well-crafted narration of acerbic denial of hearteyes, self-crafted personality, hardwon competence and utter self-awareness.

Did I say competence porn yet? Hearteyes, motherfucker, hearteyes!!

Jokaste-Laurent queenbee friendships - vipers united!

Consider this: FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS arrangement for a CERTAIN AGENDA feat. Jokaste and Laurent - preceding or purposefully leading to Laurent/Damen endgame. Benefits as imagined by Damen, the poor cookie? Fake dating for purposes of short-circuiting Damen’s brain with the blonde ratio? :DD

Mafia/noir AUs *swoon* In fact, a variety of modern or historic AUs would be an a+ sandbox to play in and watch the chemistry unfold.

On another note, I have the soft spot the size of Delfeur for Nicaise and particularly Nicaise & Laurent spiky sibling-like affection, so if you think your story could benefit from that, please don’t hesitate to include it <3

I’m absolutely okay with fic that would not include all four - it’s just that I couldn’t omit either Auguste and Jokaste from the list of happy things. You are most welcome to include only one of the two, or none, if you want to concentrate on Laurent and Damen only.

Canon divergences, what-ifs and AUs are super-welcome for this canon. Please feel free to play to your heart’s content!

MACHINERIES OF THE EMPIRE (Shuos Mikodez)

I didn’t know how to request what would essentially be just heartfelt sobbing of PLEASE WRITE FIC FOR THIS AMAZING MEME ART (“please send help my family is starving!!”) - but if! By any chance! This is what you want to do, please disregard everything from math rules to heretic calendrical rituals, and go for it :DD i keep shoving this picture into all of my friends’ faces and get vaguely upset that they don’t immediately agree with me on how brilliant it is; maybe I should revise my strategy and give them the books to read first, hmm.

I’m fond of most of the cast of the books, especially of how competent and done with nonsense they are 99% of their screen time. Mentor relationships were amazing - Cheris and Jedao in Ninefox Gambit was a thing of true beauty, Zehun and Mikodez continuously delight me, and I’m looking forward to what book 3 will bring on this front, too (Nija? Please say Nija!). But as I need to choose something that won’t be guaranteed to make the matching algorithm cry, let me center it around a character that delights me and makes others cry instead.

Mikodez in his younger days! Zehun, I’m so sorry for your loss of sleep and possibly hair, teenagers are the worst, teenage Miki is the worst best Miki, and I am dying to hear all about his notorious Academy heroics.

Mikodez, Zehun, Nija and Cheris, the most terrifying parental equation of this calendar <3

Mikodez and his Questionable Alliances. Kujen “I had a friend once and then the leash broke” Nirai. Jedao - how does Miki’s view of the man change with Cheris in the game, and her (literal) insights about the dead mad general?

Mikodez throwing endless shade on all other factions, especially Andan. (Sorry, Andan. At least you’re pretty.)

Mikodez and his secret humanitarian agenda that he will politely deny forever, get fake-distracted by one of his bazillion hobbies and miss whatever sleep time he had scheduled in the day because he will inevitably get genuinely carried away. Every. Fucking. Time.

As a sidenote, I’m terribly fond of Vahenz <3 Bring her back! Let Vahenz have her fun! Let Mikodez meet his true competition for world domination and in the race towards diabetes.

I really liked Istradez, and would be happy to see him among the army of Mikodez’s high powered babysitters, but am not really in the market for Mikodez/Istradez shipfics.

Thank you very much for reading the letter! Please be assured I’m super excited to read everything you write already <3

#dear creator letter #yuletide #yuletide 2017

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