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quickspinner · 1 year

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If you're still accepting birthday asks... may I please get more biker fairy AU but with Luka/Marinette as grandparents?!?!?!

Sequel to Motorcycle Fairy, Cute is the New Sexy, and Fairy Ring

Fairy Dream

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Luka said, as he got a pair of folding chairs out of the battered old camper and set them on the grass of their campsite.

“It has,” Marinette agreed, opening the chairs as Luka lifted out the cooler full of food they had brought. “I wish we could have ridden here.”

Luka smiled, running a hand through navy blue hair that was showing white at the roots. “Me too, but it’s just too long a drive for us nowadays. At least this way we can bring some amenities. And you know you wouldn’t want Jake bringing the kids on the bike either.”

Marinette hummed agreement. “There you go, being all practical,” she sighed.

“It’s entirely your influence and you know it,” Luka laughed. “We’ll go for a shorter ride later, once the crowds thin out a bit,” Luka promised. Their motorcycle was in the camper’s trailer.

“A sunset ride sounds nice,” Marinette admitted, smiling at him. The sunset picture of them that first time they’d met up at Le Mans, sitting on Luka’s bike and looking starstruck at each other, still had a place of honor in their house. Many others had joined it; they had visited Le Mans every year until the kids were born, and they’d gone off and on once the children were old enough.

Nowadays Le Mans was a special occasion trip, though, and they always rented a campsite. Their little camper had served them well ever since they had saved up to buy it as newlyweds, seeing them through many an adventure. There had been times they thought of trading it in, but Luka always managed to fix it up again, and now it was practically part of the family.

“A lot has changed, hasn’t it?” Marinette said, sitting down in the pink chair with faded flowers stenciled on the back.

“It would have to,” Luka pointed out, opening the cooler to hand Marinette two bottles of water. “It’s been, what, forty years? If nothing had changed the place would be looking pretty sad.” He sat down in his own chair as Marinette twisted the cap off of a bottle and handed it back to him. He’d managed to keep his arthritis mostly under control so that he could still play his instruments and tinker with his bikes, but he accomplished that partly by taking it easy when he didn’t need to be using his hands.

Luka took the water, transferred it to his other hand, and reached back out to take Marinette’s hand, caressing her fingers with his thumb. Dropping everything to go to Le Mans that weekend forty years ago had been the best decision of his life. Everything good that had happened to him came from that—from Marinette, and the life they’d built together.

He saw her face light up and smiled, before turning to see their son approaching, two small children clinging to his hands. They grow so fast, Luka thought wistfully. He missed holding babies. That warm, soft weight in his arms brought him indescribable happiness.

One of the little girls let out a screech and came running to throw herself in his lap. “Easy, easy,” Luka laughed, even as he squeezed her as tightly as he could. “How’s my little songbird?”

Evie smacked a kiss on Luka’s wrinkled cheek. “I’m hungry,” she announced, and Luka grinned.

“Then you ought to be snuggling up to your grammy,” he teased. “You know she’s the one who controls the food.”

Evie promptly hopped out of Luka’s lap and went to join her sister, who was already hugging Marinette while begging for treats.

Jake strolled up chuckling. He grabbed another folding chair out of the camper and set it next to his father. “How was the drive?” Luka asked, reaching into the cooler.

“Not bad.” Jake shrugged, accepting the soda Luka handed him and cracking it open. “Didn’t have to make so many stops this time.”

“Where’d you park?” Luka asked, and Jake gestured vaguely.

“A ways,” he said, “but it’s a nice walk.”

“How’re things with Anna?” Luka asked, his voice low, and Jake grimaced. “That good, eh?”

“Same old same old,” Jake sighed. “I know she loves us, but I think she loves her job more. Right now it’s just trying to decide if I can live with that.”

Luka put a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed. “We’re here for you whatever you decide.”

Jake smiled. “I know. Where’s Erika?”

Luka snorted. “Gearing up for the race, of course. You know she likes to spend some time alone before she gets on the track.” He tried not to show his irritation, or his fear. It turned out it was a lot harder to watch one’s daughter taking stupid risks riding a death machine at insane speeds. Safety gear had come a long way over the years but his heart still clenched when he watched his baby girl on the track, even as he screamed support and glowed with pride.

“She’ll be okay, Dad,” Jake said, and Marinette paused her snack distribution to pat Luka’s hand.

“Of course she will. She’s the best,” Luka bluffed, and Jake rolled his eyes while Marinette giggled.

“How are things going with the shop?” Jake asked, and Luka grinned while Marinette groaned.

“I still can’t believe we did that,” she muttered.

“We met at that shop,” Luka protested. “I couldn’t let that idiot run it into the ground after all the work Michel put into it.”

“At least it gives him something to do,” Marinette told Jake philosophically.

“Not that I’m doing much,” Luka confessed. “The manager I hired is great at her job. I’m just there to smile at customers and stay out of her way.”

“He’s plastered the place with Erika’s racing posters,” Marinette put in, and Jake laughed.

“It’s good for business!” Luka protested lamely.

“That’s totally why,” Marinette giggled.

“I’m not ashamed of being proud of my daughter. Or my son.” He smiled at Jake. “If they made posters for awesome dads I’d have you papered all over the store too.”

Jake snorted. “Thanks, Dad. I love you too.”

Luka reached over and ruffled Jake’s carefully arranged black hair, and Jake made a face at him as he patted it back into place.

“You’re not overdoing it, though, are you?” Jake asked. “Running a business can be rough.”

“Honestly, Delia does all the hard work,” Luka reassured him. “I just help with the fun stuff like inventory ordering. I did go to a trade show with her once to check out some new products. That was a lot of fun but it did wear me out,” he admitted.

“Hmm,” was all Jake said, but he didn’t ask any more questions, satisfied that his father was enjoying himself at least.

“You should stop by sometime soon,” Luka told him, squeezing his shoulder. “I bet we could get you some customers for those sick custom paint jobs.”

Jake looked away. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t pick it up again,” Marinette said gently. “It’s never too late, and the girls are old enough now to entertain themselves for a bit.”

“Think about it,” Luka told him, and let his hand drop. “The offer’s always open.”

“Daddy!” Maddie popped out of seemingly nowhere and leaned on Jake’s knee. “Can we go see the bikes?”

“Sure,” Jake said, smiling at his youngest. “Let’s go. Does anybody need to go potty first?”

“Me!” Evie yelled, and darted into the camper.

Maddie groaned and pouted, but Jake coaxed her into walking over to the next campsite to check out the bike parked in front of it.

Luka watched them go, and then turned his eyes on his wife, who was cleaning up the trash from the children’s snack tornado. He beckoned, and Marinette came to him, perching on his knee. She had always been thin, but these days she seemed to weigh nothing at all. She leaned into him, and he looped his arms around her. “We’ve come such a long way,” she said softly, and Luka nodded, rubbing his cheek along her silky gray hair.

“Here’s to another forty years,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. Marinette laughed.

“How long are you planning to live?” she teased, tapping the tip of his nose with her finger.

“As long as I can have another moment with you,” he whispered with complete sincerity, and kissed her.

Jake looked over his shoulder as Maddie babbled about the bike, and smiled when he saw his parents. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, and as they pulled back and smiled at each other, he took their picture. He’d show them later, he thought, turning away with a smile.

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saccmaass · 2 years

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Recommended Bucky Barnes Fics

Here’s a list of all my favorite bucky barnes fics I’ve read lately, I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did! if you have any fic recs of your own pls send

Note: please pay attention to the warnings

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers:)

Biker Bucky Makes Pancakes With Your Kids by @angrythingstarlight Dad Beefy Biker! Bucky

911 Romeo by @buckys-blue-eyes paramedic!bucky

paramedic!bucky coming to check you out cause you were out drunk with your friends and missed a curb, twisting your ankle pretty bad

He’s A Good Friend by @markandlexies tfatws!bucky

reader is tired of watching bucky go on dates with leah and flirt with sarah. realizations are made about the way reader truly feels about the man she’s always thought to be just a friend.

Sleeping With A Friend by @wkemeup friends to lovers

You wake up in Bucky’s bed after a night you’re certain will only break your heart.

It's called: freefall by @kikixreverie friends to lovers

Things get heated between you and your closest friend Bucky, when you're made to play a married couple on an important mission. Neither of you can help yourselves when you end up stuck in a hotel room together, with sexual tension you could cut with a knife.

uncontrollable by @barnesafterglow neighbors to lovers

the rising tension with bucky comes to a head

Top Of His List by @angrythingstarlight Mafia!Bucky

Your mafia boyfriend has a few priorities in his life and you’re number one.

Whatever It Takes by @angrythingstarlight Mafia!Bucky

Bucky is willing to do whatever it takes to get you back. “But I know what I want, and I’ll do anything to get you back. You want me to beg, I’ll beg, you want me down on my knees, I’ll get down on my knees”

Not Happening by @notimetoblog Modern AU, enemies to lovers

An online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand.

Something Borrowed by @buckys-darling Modern AU, friends with benefits

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes for as long as you can remember. Small problem, though: he’s engaged to your best friend. So why not sleep with his?

Bittersweet Temptations by @revengingbarnes Coffee shop AU, enemies to lovers

Bucky Barnes buys the coffee shop opposite to you, and quickly becomes your rival and the most annoying guy in your life.

10 Signs An Introvert Likes You by @andyl394 Avenger! reader

Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings and neither were you the one to notice subtle things, until you come across this video. A guidance that may help you discover rather The Winter Soldier likes you or not.

It’s A Deal by @justreadingfics friends with benefits

You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.

Bad Match by @justreadingfics Avenger! reader

Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.

The Holiday Hack [Two, Three] by @gogolucky13 Modern/Fake dating AU

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party.

Play Pretend [ part II ] by @wkemeup sex pollen

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

To Make A Soldier Blush Part 2 by @justreadingfics Avenger! reader

You’re a new avenger and you have your own mission to accomplish: making Bucky Barnes blush every time you see him.

Being Rivals To Lovers With Bucky Barnes by @blushingbucky

soulmate AU Bucky Barnes with songbird by @imaginearyparties

soulmate AU - guardian by @imaginearyparties

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ladyxskywalker · 3 years

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The Mandalorian Fic Recs 💫

princessxkenobi's 1k September Celebration 🌼🍂📖

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their constant support. 💛

please be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading

nsfw & adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

fics marked as (series) are stories with two or more parts

pairings will be listed as (gn, f, afab, m, oc, ofc, onc, ace, masc, masc gn)

everything is organized alphabetically by fandom & character to the best of my ability

(If you would like to be removed, please send me a message to let me know 🙏)

enjoy ! xo ☕

✨ The Armorer

A Golden Fairytale by @geek-girl7 (gn!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Dear Soldier (modern au) by @aerynwrites (f!reader)

Desire by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader)**

Midnight Special (series) by @maybege (f!reader) **

The Mistress & The Master by @saradika (f!reader)**

Mysterious Man (mob su) by @aerynwrites (f!reader)

Smoke and Mirrors (series) by @janghoefett (f!reader) **

We'll Be Okay in the End by @lilhawkeye3 (gn!reader)

What Lies Beneath by @aerynwrites (f!reader)

When Light Meets Matter by @msfett (f!reader)**

✨ Din Djarin

Armored Heart by @xcertaindarkthingsx

The Artist (soulmate au) by @mikeisthricedeceased (f!reader)

Burning Hour (series) (knight din) by @juletheghoul (f!reader) **

Chasing Butterflies by @tuskens-mando (ofc)** (submitted by @keeper0fthestars)

Cin Vhetin (series) by @aerynwrites

Din Djarin, Moonlighter by @miraclesabound (f!reader)

Entranced by @mellowswriting

Floating (biker!din) (twin peaks au) by @sweetgirldjarin ** (submitted by @frannyzooey)

From Eden (collab by @serkenobi & @frannyzooey (din djarin, obi wan, f!reader) **

In the Dark by @rosethornxs (f!reader)** (submitted by @keeper0fthestars)

Magnetic (series) by @something-tofightfor (f!reader)** (submitted by @cannedsoupsucks)

Maternal Instinct by @remmysbounty (ace!f!reader)

More Than You Ever Were by @lightsinthedistancee (gn!reader)

Not Saying Much (series) by @clydesducktape (black!ofc)

Potter!Din by @silksaddle (f!reader)**

Red Lines (soulmate au) by @remmysbounty (gn!reader)

Spit it Out by @hdlynnslibrary (gn!reader) (submitted by @aerynwrites)

Star in the Dust (series) by @wickedscribbles (ofc) **

Stay by @stardust-kenobi (gn!reader)

Take Me To Church (series) (western au) by @frannyzooey (f!reader & ofc) **

The Roaming Creamery (modern au) by @hdlynnslibrary (f!reader)

The Republic (ancient rome au) by @serkenobi (din djarin, cobb vanth, obi wan) (f!reader) **

The Way You Put That Smile on My Face by @keeper0fthestars

To Protect (firefighter au) collab by @scribbledghost & @ohheyitsokay (f!reader)

Trust Fall (series) by @chickadee-djarin (submitted by @keeper0fthestars)

Vulnerability (series) by @lightsinthedistancee (gn!reader)

White Rose (series) (knight din) by @aerynwrites (f!reader)

✨ Fennec Shand

Songbird by @writeforfandoms (gn!reader)

Kiss Me Again, Like You Mean It by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

✨ Grogu

Grogu Djarin (one shots) by @grogusmum

I Cannot Train Him by @/technicolorghost on ao3 @dankmemes-of-dantooine (grogu, luke, ahsoka)

✨ Koska Reeves

Hold Me Closer by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

✨ Paz Vizsla

A Lit Torch to the Woodpile High (series) (bartender au) by @pilothusband (f!reader) **

Birthday Party Adventures (modern au) by @maybege (f!reader)

Black Coffee & Sugary Sweets (series) by (cafe au) @lilhawkeye3 (ofc)

Safe and Warm by @maybege (f!reader)

Calm (series) by @maybege (a/b/o dynamics) (f!reader) **

Delicate by @ohheyitsokay (regency au)

Saviin'ika (series) by @stubbychaos (f!reader, ofc) **

The One (series) (bodyguard paz) by @maybege (f!reader) **

You Hurt, I Hurt (series) by @datmando (f!reader) **

#pxk reaches 1000 💛🌼#the mandalorian fanfiction #pxk fic recs 💫#pxk gifs

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thebittahwizard · 3 years

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Random Fic Recommendation: A List of Stories that Prove that Literally Everyone Wrote Teen Wolf Better than Jeff Davis

It says a lot for the validity of this title that I’m making a goddamn sequel.

Part 1: Sterek |§| Part 2: Steter

Beefcake Mountain by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Teen. Canon AU. 14k words. Stiles starts crushing hard on "a hundred and eighty pounds of pure beefcake." 10 guesses who that turns out to be.

Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi

Explicit. AU. 82k words. Peter meets his mate, who seems to have nothing but mysteries behind his eyes.

Fame is a Vapor by Triangulum

Explicit. Fashion AU. 43k words. Peter Hale is a rich, famous, fashion-designing werewolf. Stiles Stilinski is the poor shmuck who falls in love with him.

Goodbye to a World by mia6363

Mature. Time Travel AU. 15k words. Stiles travels back in time to save everyone he's ever loved from dying bloody. He falls for a certain Hale all over again.

Growing Up, Growing Strong by cywscross

Teen. Canon AU. 9k words. Stiles saves the Hales as a kid, losing the last of his own family in the process. This is sad, sweet, and oh so worth it.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

NR. Knitting AU. 65k words. Stiles is crafty and Peter is in over his head raising his young nieces and nephews.

Hoshi no Tama (Hungry Like the Wolf) by rightsidethru

Teen. Avengers Crossover. 9k words. Peter is Loki's son, Fenrir, and they join up with the Avengers to battle monsters and robots and whatnot. He ends up taking a liking to a new foxy vigilante.

Hunting Pains by Ragga

Mature. Time Travel AU. 230k words. Stiles messes with the past. Every villain you love to hate has their heart grow three sizes as a side-effect of knowing him.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

Explicit. Canon AU. 32k words. Stiles dreams of a wolf. Peter, trapped in Eichen House, only has memories of slightly-okay times to take refuge in. A great escape and romance ensues.

Prison Break by cywscross

Teen. Canon AU. 21k words. Stiles decides that letting the guy that went crazy locked up in his head get locked up for real is maybe not the smartest plan.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

Gen. Biker AU. 50k words. Peter owns a bar that Stiles stumbles into. Five minutes into meeting him, Stiles proposes marriage. Peter gives him a chance to really mean it.

Rewriting the future by Synesthetic

Explicit. A/B/O. 106k words. When Derek breaks their bonding agreement by running away, Peter steps up to help Stiles.

Spinning Gold by Elpie (Horribibble)

Explicit. A/B/O. Fairy Tale AU. 14k words. Peter is Rumpelstiltskin and Stiles is the poor Omega locked up in a tower charged with turning straw into gold.

Stiles Stilinski, Disaster Chef by Guede

Teen. Zombie AU. 29k words. Stiles is still just 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone when the zombie apocalypse starts. He decides cooking for the fighters might be more his speed.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Explicit. Canon AU. 87k words. Okay this is by far one of the most heart-wrenching and beautiful fics I've ever read. I can't do it justice with this tiny summary so click the link. What are you still doing here? Click. The. Link.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

Gen. Knitting/Tea Shop AU. 9k words. I don't even like knitting or goddamn tea but this story pierced my heart with an arrow made of pure gold.

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire

Mature. Time Travel AU. 113k words. WIP. Stiles travels back in time and uses his impressive magical powers to basically CTRL+ALT+DEL canon.

Shameless Self-Promotion of Works That Are Still Better Than Jeff Davis' Scribbles

Everyone is King When There's No One Left to Pawn

Mature. Monster AU. 4k words. The one where Stiles is an old trickster, just not the one you're thinking of.

I Know What I Am, They Know What They Are (So Let Me Be)

Explicit. Canon AU. 4k words. Peter Hale is not the uncle Derek or Cora remembers. There's a reason for that.

With a Red Right Hand

Explicit. Assassins AU. 9K words. Sex and violence condensed to only 9 thousand words. More bang for your buck, am I right?

#bittah wizard #teen wolf #fanfic #fanfiction #random recommendation #rec list #teen wolf fic rec #steter #peterstiles #stiles stilinski #peter hale

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druid-for-hire · 4 years

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new hadestown au: BIKER ! EURYDICE, in which she’s a rogue lone-wolf biker dwelling in the urban jungle of a Neo Tokyo-type city called Hadestown, wracked with biker gangs, violence, poverty, corruption, and civil unrest, still recovering and rebuilding from an apocalyptic event many years ago. Heavy-handed with the AKIRA inspirations here, haha.

She fights for herself on the dangerous streets, an illegal racer with a consistent top-three placement and a reputation for ferocity that earns her the money she needs to scrape by. And then she meets Orpheus: a dopey bartender who has no place being in her business.

okay okay okay i’m gonna be jumping around a lot here. be warned. thanks @supercantaloupe, @regzillas, @birdmanlyss for your contributions! (sorry if i missed someone it’s been a while)

she's a lone wolf in a city infested with biker gangs and it's brutal

she's run over plenty of limbs in her day

then there's orpheus, this gentle, kind-hearted soul, an indie musician and shes like. fuck. now i gotta keep this bastard safe

puts a long pipe with a mess of bolts and metal on the end in his hands and tells him he'd better buckle up and learn to fight the road

this sort of thing is common among biker gangs to cause destruction and knock people off their bikes onto the road. other types include mallets, hammers, baseball bats, etc

shes small but knows a lot of self defense and is very good at handling herself on the road

besides teaching orpheus to steel himself and yes use that pipe on people, push them off and jam it in their wheels and let it break if it does, she's gotta teach him to hold on while she pulls all this crazy shit on her bike

she avoids taking him on the road because having to fight people gives him so much stress but he also stresses about her so it's all weird

the first time orpheus sees her run over someones arm hes like ""???????????????????!!!!!!!!"

"Don't worry it doesn't happen often" "WHAT IS 'OFTEN'"

she has a red songbird on her helmet and flowers on her jacket

and flowers painted on her bike too probably

or patterns like on the album cover

orpheus thinks it’s the prettiest shit he’s ever seen

so eurydice races, right? everyones like “who is this tiny little upstart” and then she takes off her helmet and shakes out her hair and everyone loses it

somethingsomething ig hades (who is something of a crime boss here, similar to Tombstone from the Spectacular Spider-Man cartoon, but not so unambiguously villainous in nature) becomes a contractor and he catches her in like, a bad contract that's hard to get out of without some kind of consequence

and now orpheus has to topple a capitalist again

anyway she like, meets orpheus in this little bar he works at

it's about lower middle class, so it's not too bad but it's still mostly populated by like, poorer people and bikers, etc.

they meet and it's cool and fun blah blah Come Home With Me shit

also this is a scene:

biker!eury: we gotta cross through downtown orpheus: what???? but there's a riot going on there! right now! eury: that's too bad, it's the fastest way! that's why you get this! (tosses him her pipe weapon) orpheus, barely catching it: sajskhsfdfs ???? eury: and i am gonna take this. (kicks open a trunk and takes out a rifle) orpheus: ???????!!!!???!?? WHERE DID YOU GET THAT AND DO WE REALLY NEED IT eury: Yes we do now come on orpheus: H-HOW did you get it eury: (loads gun) no worries orpheus: No i have many worries HOW DID YOU--

actually, on this emergency ride, orpheus proves surprisingly competent with her pole weapon—ruthless even, and eurydice wonders just where and how the hell he learned that

the conversation she has with him about that is the same one where he shows her his old, old scars

(besides ruthless—orph has apparently learned how to pose and intimidate. he does stuff like putting the tip of the pole-pipe to the asphalt as they’re riding, skipping on the road and creating sparks)

eurydice loves her bike more than certain relatives

certain complications lead to it being destroyed by hades as punishment for doing him wrong. and it destroys her. that is her most trusted sacred bike, that thing has been with her since she was a teenager

once she repurposes that devastation into white-hot anger orph has to physically restrain her from hunting hades down and breaking his kneecaps with a thick lead pipe

he's never seen her this absolutely devastated and furious

he goes to persephone for more work because he wants to buy eurydice a new bike

he keeps it a secret from her until he leads her out to a garage, hands over her eyes

(some of these bits are copypasted from my friend @regzillas)

orpheus takes his hands off and says Tada!!! it's just like the old one, there's no painted birds but she can do that. She just stands there in total silence mouth open, and orpheus goes 'so? do you like it?' before she bursts into tears. and at first orpheus is like :O!!!!! oh no!!! do you not like it? and eurydice through sobs just says 'nobody's ever done something like this for me’

it's... beautiful, it's touching, it's deep and it's love and she's so in love and she loves him so much, and she cries and holds him close and takes him in and she's so overwhelmed by her emotions, full of the care that orpheus so freely gives to her; and it's a breath of newness, fresh air in the cycle of dread and bitter anger that haunts the city (but she's still going to find hades and shoot him in the foot)

he just holds her and kisses her head

they spend the day painting it, the day after he buys the bike

hand-painted. and they both leave their handprints in paint on it, like carl and ellie do on their mailbox in the beginning of Up

a significant amount of time is spent thinking of a good name

theres lots of joking and eurydice playfully shoves orpheus and he falls over into paint

okay i wrote something like. Obnoxiously long for orpheus. i sort of have his backstory in this down, but i don’t have anything for eurydice unfortunately :( suggestions are welcome! but first: Hermes

biker!au hermes owns a chain of bars, several of which find their patronage among the ruffian youth, several of which are more refined and serve the middle class, and another several of which serve the upper crust hermes has a hand in every world and it serves him pretty well, and his chain is a bit of a channel of communication and its unspoken rule that whatever socioeconomic class or gang or organization you're a part of, hermes' chain is neutral territory no fighting allowed

eurydice walks in and hermes just gives her a Look and taps the 'no fighting' sign and she huffs

hes >:( if anyone does try to start shit. the honor system is strong enough that usually the other patrons will just throw them out, and if there are really problems, they'll hear from hermes personally

he maintains a very strict "no bitching in my fucking kitchen" atmosphere

and now, Orpheus

this really is kind of akira but without the government conspiracies; the city is a neon corrupt hellscape that’s still struggling to rebuild after an apocalyptic event that wiped it all through. the city is wracked with frustration and violence and anger, there are still urban ruins everywhere and the scars of rebuilding and struggle are plain in every corner of life; plain to see are the shells of ruined buildings, gigantic boats levelled from the sea and left in the middle of inland sectors.

orpheus was abandoned by his mother at an early age—kind and timid, he had to learn fast how to be suspicious and cautious in cruel ways. he couldn’t land himself a spot in any of the groups that other ragtag raging folks had eked out for themselves, still too hesitant or ungraceful or young for any of them. sure, he made friends, sitting and talking with lots of people, but never got to really team up—all he could do was just fight for himself in the blown out corners of the city. weapons made from whatever he had. a young child already spitting blood and teeth in hadestown’s vicious ground-floor landscape.

hermes is his mother’s close old friend, though the times they see each other are few and far between. when he saw him, hermes hardly recognized her son, wild-eyed and clawed and alone in one of the city’s more dangerous neighborhoods, with a pole full of screws slung over his back. how did she lose track of her kid for so long? he thinks. and takes him in.

hermes eventually realizes that his mother didn’t lose him. meanwhile, tiny orpheus, kind-hearted orpheus, despises hermes at first. he’s full of suspicion and desperately wants to lean into hermes’ kindness, but the streets have taught him to hold back. he spits curses at him, though the words slide right off hermes’ shoulders. it’s not genuine. just frustrated. and picked off of the delinquents that were his friends, just like most everything else about him.

(hermes knows he’s gotten his trust when orpheus starts getting soft, when he’s crying over littler things; it means he’s been deemed safe to be vulnerable around, and he damn near starts crying himself.)

orpheus owns a little vespa! it’s covered in stickers, some of them worn out and old, some places with just the adhesive and the fuzzy white paper from where he tried to pull them off. some of them aren’t even proper stickers and just shit he peeled off from places while he was wandering around and stuck onto the vespa

even in canon i see him as the kind of guy who like. you look at him and think jesus how is this guy still alive he’s so noodly and soft, but he’s unexpectedly sort of street smart

anyway i mentioned this before but didn’t elaborate. biker au orph, to eury's surprise, does have his collection of scars, since he had a bit of a rough go at life

also he’s just ungainly and runs into shit

you can see em on his sketch page. he has a bit more than what’s shown, but what’s visible is a little slash across the bridge of his nose onto his cheek, and two on his left forearm. he probably has a stab scar in his side from just getting fucking knifed. the ones on his left forearm are from when a drunk coming out of a bar charged him with a fork

eurydice also has scars. kind of hard not to with the kind of life she lives

ok thats it. For Now. i don’t know how persephone or the fates or the workers factor in, if at all. I barely know how Hades factors in, mostly what i’ve said so far and that he does what he does to support himself and persephone. ah well! just have this

as this is extremely based off of AKIRA, i verily recommend listening to the movie’s soundtrack. besides the fact that it slaps hard as hell, the opening song, Kaneda’s Theme, has the perfect vibes for the city and the tone of eurydice and orpheus riding at night through it

#hadestown #hadestown art #hadestown fanart #hadestown au #broadway #musicals #biker au #my art #this au first came into being because i wanted eurydice with fingerless gloves

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mrsoverbeck · 4 years

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Hii! I was just wondering if you have any ash x kate headcanons to spare? I’ve shamelessly have fallen for it :’) ❤️

HELLO THERE!

OH BOY, I HAVE LOTS AND LOTS OF THEM - im so happy that someone (especially a kate denson blog) finally asked me about + fell for it~!!! *hyped fangirling intensifies* 💝💖💖💞💕💗

TO HEAR THAT ANOTHER LOVELY PERSON FOUND THEIR WAY INTO THIS RAREPAIR'S CORNER, MAKES ME FEEL VERY HAPPY 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

(if you have Discord, let's talk about them even more there~)

AHEM!

***SHIPNAME/s: -> Denliams (this one's the main one), -> Kash, -> Groovy Songbird, -> Chainsaws and Butterflies......

- Good luck kisses before a trial, have become tradition for the two of them.

- They hug each other quickly when they reunite at the campfire. "I'm so glad that you're still alive...!"

- They're 'the parents of the fog', (Bill is the grandfather of the survivors) because I'm certain that they have made enough experiences, to give advice to everyone. Ash would be bad at it, though it's the effort/thought that counts.

- I feel like since Kate canonically discovered some supernatural shit in the woods and was kinda disturbed by it, JUST LIKE ASH when he was young...they'd know a thing or two about what that was like for the other. (They HAVE to be perfect together)

- Kate would most definitely believe Ash's story about the Deadites, especially after what we saw happened to her in her Archives Cutscene...!

- Ash isn't as good at dancing as Kate. She's gonna teach him though.

- "Ruby? Holy shit...is it really you?" he asks, after first meeting her, "Excuse me?" Kate asks, "Oh, I'm sorry 'bout that, you just look like a lady I've met, before I ended up here..." he scratches the back of his head, as he explains.

- Kate's guitar playing + singing, OH HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER VOICE, calms Ash down, after a tough trial. :')

- They're the Ruby and Sapphire of Dead by Daylight (Ash = Ruby, Kate = Sapphire) ❤️💙

- I also feel like Kate's the type of woman, who believes in soulmates, and she saw that type of potential in Ashley J Williams.

- Only Kate may call Ash, Ashley. Those are his strict rules.

- Ash never attends fancy proms, but will go to them if Kate does.

- AU (*in which Kate was a part of AvsED) where they met in a bar in Elkgrove.

- They just make each other feel safe, by being able to share their feelings with one another.

- Talking to each other makes both of them forget how terrible the trials are. :')

- While sitting by the campfire, Ash likes to rest near Kate / while leaning on to Kate's shoulder.

- Snuggling & Hugging, LOTS OF IT, while they're both resting/sleeping. (Photo material for Zarina)

- It doesn't matter how fucking bad Ash's humor, puns, jokes, flirting skills & pick up lines are, Kate loves them a lot.

- I'm still CONVINCED that the Lady Volksfest & Jacksonville Bar outfit are matching cosmetics. Same thing with the Biker Kate and Finale-Ash cosmetics...<3

- Zarina Kassir has a secret photo album of them (which only the other survivors know about)

- Star gazing is a thing the two of them enjoy doing together.

- They're not that type of couple to show their affection to each other 24/7 or 100% of the time.

#dead by daylight #kate denson #ash williams #ashley j williams #evil dead #ash vs evil dead #ash x kate #denliams #Ash Williams DBD #Kate Denson DBD #answer #reply #katedenson #nea speaks #dbd ships #rarepair #rare pair #dbd #groovy songbird

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cats-obsessions · 4 years

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Mark Your Love in Ink

A geraskier soulmates au

Part one - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Rating: T

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

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Summary:

Jaskier has always known he has a soulmate. The ink of tattoos have been appearing on his skin since he was born. He spends his whole life wondering who they are, what they'll be like. When he's eighteen, he gets a tattoo to let them know he exists, but there's no response. Three years later, Jaskier begins to wonder if he'll ever meet them at all. Funny how fate has a way of bringing people together.

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Jaskier always knew. There was not a second of his life that he hadn’t known he had a soulmate. He was born with the silhouette of a wolf on his ribs. At first, it looked like a blotched birthmark, but after a few years, the shape became clearer. His parents had wondered if he was cursed, but after a visit to an herbalist and a pellar, it was clear it was just a tattoo- the mark of a soulmate.

Something about the purposeful act of marking one’s skin was transferred through the bond. Other things like piercing and scars weren’t shared. Most say that’s because damage is rarely chosen, but who really knows?

Not everyone has a soulmate, but some do- people scattered across the world that their souls are bound to. No amount of space or time can separate them, nor can simple magic remove the bond. Its furiously romantic, at least Jaskier had always thought so.

It was entrenched in their society; people going as far back in time as tattoos themselves wrote of marking themselves when they came of age in hopes of finding another meant for them by fate itself.

The ink appearing across his skin over time sparked as much curiosity as excitement. There were questions, whispered between his parents when they thought he couldn’t hear, musings and worries. Why were the marks appearing at such a young age? What kind of scallion would have all these tattoos? Do they not know they affect someone else? Will he be able to get a job with his markings? Jaskier always rolled his eyes at that one.

They made him cover up, shoved him in turtle necks and long-sleeved shirts even through the sweltering summers. The more he got, the more ashamed his parents became, but Jaskier only felt more of a thrill. They were beautiful, too- tastefully placed and clearly done by good artists. Though he was always most fond of the wolf, he loved each of them: a large arch-griffon showed up on his bicep in middle school, some Latin quote on his chest his senior year, the skull of something very inhuman on his calf in college- a leshen, he thinks.

There weren’t too many, and they seemed to revolve around the fantastical world of monsters and myth- the types of things that were rare in this world. They still existed, but humans had driven many innocent creatures to extinction.

That was another point of contention with his parents, though most things were. It wasn’t a surprise when Jaskier left at the age of sixteen, flying across the continent and enrolling in Oxenfurt University. Two years later was when he got his first tattoo- he thought of himself as pretty clever for it, too.

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It’s late autumn when Geralt sees it.

He wakes up late, the wind howling outside against the rickety windows of his apartment. He had dealt with a drowner problem the night before. Of course, the contractor he was working for said it was only a few when it ended up being at least a dozen. And of course, he was underpaid again. But it was work. The results of it, though, left him exhausted and sore from the unexpected battle. He stumbles into the little, dimly lit bathroom to take a shower, pulling his shirt over his head as he does so.

Stark black lines stand out against his pale skin below the wolf on his ribs. It’s a phone number. Above it are the little words “call me” embellished with a heart.

Fuck.

He feels like he’s on fire, that hot sensation in his cheeks he’d recognize as blush- if he could blush. Which he can’t, right? But there’s panic, too. How could this possibly be?! Witchers don’t have soulmates. Fuck, most people don’t think witchers have souls! And look at him, he’s given this person more than enough ink against their will. That thought makes him sick. Almost as sick as the thought of having a soulmate.

He doesn’t call. He doesn’t text. He doesn’t get another tattoo to offer an explanation or anything. He just ignores it, which isn’t that hard to do, really. It’s not in a terribly visible place, and if he keeps his eyes away from the mirror when he showers, he almost forgets about it. But he still feels it; every time he remembers it, it’s like fire burning a hole in his side, taunting him, reminding him someone out there is waiting for a prince charming, and he’s what they got.

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Three years pass like that, Geralt ignoring the tattoos that pop up on his body from time to time, none of which cover the phone number. The other tattoos aren’t bad- even beautiful. He gets a set of flowers on his shoulder blade, lovely and shaded perfectly; a set of oddly specific music notes appear on his foot, though he doesn’t know what song they’re from; a songbird on his arm, adding to his collection perfectly; his favorite is a small minimalistic portrait of a wolf surrounded by yellow flowers that appears on his wrist one summer.

Late at night when he’s alone with his thoughts, Geralt lets himself imagine that they got that because of him- because of the first wolf tattoo he got. He lets himself think maybe they think of him fondly, associate the wolf with him, and chose to put that tattoo in such a visible place for him.

It’s not true, though, and he knows it.

Even if it were true, they would change their mind if they knew him- knew what he is.

He gets a contract to clear out the warehouses on the edge of the city, deep within the less savory parts of town. Here, humans are more likely a danger than monsters, but still, some do stalk the streets, especially late at night.

The man that hired him said he didn’t know what beasts laid in his warehouse, simply that a worker had turned up dead with what looked like scratch marks, time of death estimated around midnight. Blind jobs were always the worst. If the man died at midnight, Geralt will have to wait until then to approach as some creatures only transformed or showed themselves deep into the night.

He decides to kill time at a local bar in preparation. He has never been here before, some odd little college bar, but the food smells good and they have alcohol; nothing else matters.

He sits by himself, running through his list of things he needs to do this week as he waits for his food- maybe he should buy Roach a new toy if this pays well… his eyes shift to wander around the room and take note of the patrons. They’re the usual, grungy broke college kids and people with drinking problems. There’s an alarming overlap between the groups. Then, his eyes shift to where a single musician is setting up for live music.

He looks young; soft hair frames his boyish face with big blue eyes. He’s bright: bright smile, bright eyes, bright clothing- he wears a denim jacket with far too many buttons and patches stuck to it, a colorful floral T-shirt underneath, too tight black jeans, and are those white converse hand-painted with yet more flowers. The kids are still doing that?

Yet, as he begins to sing, Geralt can’t help but keep glancing at him. A song or two go by; his voice is lovely, deeper than he had expected, and it gets harder and harder to look away. It’s a ballad that really captures the witcher’s attention. It’s sad and lonesome, singing about longing for love. Something about it weighs heavy on his heart.

“They say love is mankind’s greatest joy/

But what if I can never find you?”

When the waitress comes by with his food, Geralt finds he doesn’t even glance at her, somehow transfixed by the young man’s singing. His singing is magical. Of course, Geralt knows it’s not literally magical, but it has been a long time since he’s felt drawn to someone like this- if ever.

The song ends and the singer shifts to something more upbeat, some attempted crowd-pleaser, and Geralt shakes the feeling off. He returns his focus to his meal, scrolling through mindless nothings on his phone.

When Jaskier finishes his last set, only a few claps can be heard throughout the bar. One asshole says a little too loudly “He’s finally done!”. He sighs in defeat, but this isn’t exactly the live music kinda bar. It’s… actually gross. The floors are awfully sticky. If only he could get a spot in one of the better venues in town, then maybe he could get a break. But music is competitive here.

None of that matters when his eyes lock on the mysterious and gorgeous man brooding in the corner of the bar. He seems to be the strong silent type, sitting alone with his food and an empty beer. He has long white hair, pulled half up. T-shirt under, leather jacket, and are those biker boots? He looks like trouble- no, he looks like danger and heartbreak, and exactly what Jaskier needs in his life.

The musician snags two beers off a waitress’s platter, ignoring her fussing as he moves in closer toward the man.

“As a musician, patrons are typically supposed to offer me free drinks, but I figured I’d make an exception this once.” He says, placing the darker beer in front of the man, hoping he got his preferences right.

He seems to ponder it for a moment, breathtaking golden eyes assessing the beer, then Jaskier. Finally, the man accepts it, taking a long drink before scooting his basket of French fries towards Jaskier “Would the starving artist like a fry?” His voice is deep and gravely and perfect.

“Who said I was starving?” He grins, though he does take a fry, quite happily.

The man ‘Hm’s at him, thoughtful, yet somehow playful “Must be if you’re playing in a dump like this.”

“Fair enough,” Jaskier smiles- or, continues to smile. “I’m Jaskier, by the way.”

His companion doesn’t reply immediately, eventually responding “Geralt.”

“So, Geralt, you know I’m a starving artist. What do you do?”

That seems to entertain him as Geralt quirks an eyebrow at him, a sly smirk on his face. “You don’t know, do you?”

Jaskier scrunches his eyebrows together “That’s why I’m asking?”

Geralt huffs amusedly “Call it security.”

“For shitty bars?”

“No.”

Jaskier fakes a pout, fluttering his eyelashes “Aw, and I had already been planning to come back to see you.” He watches as Geralt rolls his eyes- his golden… cat eyes. In the dim lighting of the bar, his pupils had been big enough to seem round, but Jaskier notices them contract slightly, forming something more adjacent to slivers. And suddenly, it makes sense. His hair, the medallion around his neck, the brooding- the musician gasps “You’re a witcher!” he says, almost giddy with excitement.

There’s nothing meek about Geralt in the slightest. Yet, for a moment he looks as though he wants to crawl under the table. It doesn’t bother Jaskier, though, who is nearly grinning ear to ear “Oh, how wonderful! Tell me everything,” he demands, leaning farther across the table.

Geralt gazes at him quizzically, actually surprised by his reaction “Not really supposed to share details with strangers.”

“Ah, you probably don’t want to talk about work, anyways. Perhaps another time,” he adds slyly. The witcher does not offer to redirect the conversation, seemingly content with his silence. Though, he doesn’t object when Jaskier snags more of his fries. The musician goes as far as leaning across the table to dip them in the little container of ketchup Geralt has sitting in front of him. That’s when he notices the squiggly outlines of black on Geralt’s arm, just barely showing under the cusp of his sleeve.

“Oh, you have tattoos,” Jaskier points out cheerily.

He had expected Geralt to offer to show him, but he only gets an affirmative “Hm,”

“I love tattoos!” he pushes “I only have a few myself, but I always want more. They’re addictive, you know. Can I see them?”

“Fine.” Geralt says as if it were a burden, but he sees him smirk, however subtle. Ah, so Jaskier chose the right topic, after all.

He watches a little too closely as Geralt shucks off the leather jacket. At first, Jaskier focuses on his muscles- gods he’s muscular. It almost looks like he’s going to rip his shirt, the way the fabric strains as he pushes off his jacket. But then, with his arms showing, Jaskier’s eyes freeze on the tattoos- the familiar arch-Griffin, his wolf with flowers, the swallow. Jaskier’s tattoos. And suddenly he feels like he can’t think, can’t process what’s going on. The sound of the bar patrons in the background all but drowns out to the pounding of his heartbeat.

Jaskier opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He closes it, then tries again. “Why didn’t you call me, you prick?!” Jaskier exclaims, nearly jumping over the table with the way he’s out of his seat in an instant, the chair making a loud squeak against the hard floor as a result. A few people turn to look at them, but he doesn’t notice.

He thought his plan was foolproof, thought for sure that his soulmate would call, and when they didn’t, the tattoos stopped too. It was the worst feeling Jaskier had ever experienced. He doesn’t know how long or how much he cried. He thought they might have died!

“Do you know I had to pay a hundred dollars to keep that phone number last time I switched phone providers? Just in case you called!” Jaskier fusses, though that really probably shouldn’t be what he’s most concerned about right now.

“What are you talking about?” Geralt asks, voice suddenly cold and harsh.

Jaskier rushes to push his jacket sleeves up, hands shaking with anticipation. However, when his tattoos, and heart, are finally bared to the witcher, he recoils.

“We’re soulmates, bounded by fate!” Jaskier beams, hoping his excitement will rub off on the other man. “I’ve been waiting forever to meet you.”

“I don’t believe in fate.”

The words are flat and dull, said as though they weren’t crushing. Jaskier tries not to take it personally. A lot of people are frightened when they meet their soulmate. And- well, Geralt’s a witcher. They’re notorious for being loners.

Still, he pushes. “Come on, we’re connected for a reason.”

“No, we’re not” Geralt barks back with a frown. He’s on his feet in an instant, digging through his wallet and throwing down some bills on the table. He’s tall. Oh, heavens he’s even taller than Jaskier, only by a little, but his broadness makes it more obvious. Jaskier barely has time to register what’s happening before the witcher is walking away from him, strides heavy, confident, and broody. Of course, he got the broody one.

He doesn’t let his soulmate’s negativity deter him, though. Jaskier throws his guitar over his shoulder and scuttles after Geralt.

The cold night air should be refreshing. It should help him clear his mind but hearing the boy’s hurried footsteps and thundering heart behind him does little to calm Geralt. It had been fine, just a bit of non-committal flirting and a free beer until tattoos came into play. He hadn’t thought anything of it when Jaskier asked to see; it wasn’t the first time he’d had someone ask. He never expected to meet his ‘soulmate’ and especially not some college kid in a dive bar. If the adrenaline coming off Jaskier in tidal waves is anything to go by, he wasn’t expecting this either.

Speaking of the devil, Jaskier catches up with him, speaking much faster than before, all nerves and pent up energy. “Look, I’m not proposing to you right here and now. Hell, I’m not even asking you to hop back to my apartment for a celebratory romp- not that I would be opposed, regardless of the tattoos, but- oh, shit, you could be straight. Gods. I know it might be a lot. But we’re connected!”

“It’s just haphazard, faulty magic. Some people claim to see the future by sniffing cheese. Do you believe everything they say, too?” Geralt tries to reason with him- or with himself. He isn’t quite sure which one needs convincing more.

“I’m just asking to get to know you. As friends.”

“No. I don’t do friends.”

“That’s not fair. I’ve spent my whole life wondering who you are. I- gods it all makes sense now. You’re a witcher. You must be quite a bit older than me. I was born with a tattoo: the little wolf. My whole life I knew I had a soulmate, and all I ever wanted was to meet you, and now you’re pushing me away?!” his voice cracks on the last word, and Geralt feels the guilt shoot straight to his gut. “Just give me a chance.”

Geralt stops in his tracks, turning to face Jaskier. The sudden movement has the man tripping over his feet to come to a halt. “I’m sorry,” Geralt says finally.

Jaskier gawks at him, confusion evident on his face.

“If I had known, I would’ve never gotten all these tattoos. I’m sorry.” He reiterates “That must have been rough.”

“Is that why you stopped getting them after I got one?” Jaskier murmurs. The way he looks at Geralt with those round eyes makes his stomach churning. It’s like he can communicate every emotion so clearly through a glance- pain, hurt, hope… Geralt nods, and the rawness of the moment is gone in an instant, replaced by Jaskier’s confident prattling once more.

“While I admit, most people don’t start seeing tattoos until they’re in high school at the earliest, I never resented them. I adore them- really. I suppose I’m quite fortunate. You have fantastic taste in tattoos.” He grins

That makes Geralt smile, just in the slightest, but it’s gone as soon as it appeared. “I’m not the kind of person someone like you wants to be around.”

“But I do.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“And you don’t know me. I want to change that. That’s all I’m asking.”

Geralt breathes in deeply, holding it in for a second before releasing and allowing the tension in his shoulders to subside. It's his habitual method of getting ahold of his stress, but it has the inadvertent effect of inundating him with Jaskier’s scent; he smells like flowers, a combination of some cologne and his naturally sweet smell, something Geralt wishes he didn’t notice.

What options does he really have? He’s already marked up the boy’s skin. What kind of man just walks away from that? He gets the feeling that if he did, it wouldn’t be the last he would see of Jaskier- seems like a persistent bugger. Maybe one conversation would sate his curiosity enough to drive him away.

Finally, he speaks “I have two hours, then I have to go to work. What did you have in mind?” Before Jaskier can open his mouth, he adds “Somewhere public.”

“Of course, of course- I would never threaten your honor.” Jaskier chuckles, “I know a place not too far from here that serves boozy milkshakes,” he offers.

“Fine.”

#geraskier #geralion #geralt x jaskier #soulmates au #tattoos #oh gosh I hope the read more button works #fic #geraskier fic #fic rec #fluff #modern au #geralt of rivia #jaskier #my stuff #tattoo au

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ao3feed-geralt-jaskier · 4 years

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by Processpending

Picking up just days where The Biker and the Songbird left off, Geralt knew the road to recovery wouldn't be easy, but he'd hoped the worst of it was behind them.

Words: 2056, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The Biker and the Songbird

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Hospitals, Biker AU, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Geraskier, Found Family

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #netflix the witcher #jaskier x geralt #geralt x jaskier #geraskier

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sweetasssuga · 6 years

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Yoonmin Fic Recs

personal favorites = ♡

new additions = ϟ

Leave Before the Lights Come On by doozy (jungtaeh) [1k] [general audiences]

Yoongi calls Jimin his sweetheart and Jimin really loves that.

up all night (to get my luck) by cyphers for infires (infires_man) [3k] [teen]

“I just… Did someone in this room not just scream like they were about to be murdered?”

“Oh, that,” Taehyung says. “That was Jimin. He saw a spider.”

i don't care if you're not sorry, i forgive you by jflawless [3.8k] [teen]

Park Jimin doesn't understand Min Yoongi, but he wants to.

body language by awsuga [teen] [3.9k]

Yoongi really liked to touch Jimin, for no special reason.

didn't sign up for this by reinvents [5k] [teen]

when jin tells him about jimin, he imagines a tall, lanky, university stud who showers maximum twice a week. one can say yoongi has a poor sense of imagination.

dead roses by awsuga [8k] [teen]

Jimin was the sunshine the flowers needed. Yoongi was simply there to water them from time to time.

i'm fully operational (and at your disposal) by MauveTarte [8.5k] [explicit]

Five times Jimin helped someone, and one time Yoongi helps Jimin.

we're just lost stars by aegyofairy [8.6k] [rated explicit but i rate it as teen]

It's hard growing up, seeing your imperfections and having to face that you're in the spotlight 24/7, for Jimin it's even harder when you're falling in love with the only person who makes you feel perfect. Someone that probably just sees you as a kid anyways.

(or, that one where Jimin grows up, Yoongi takes notice, and basically all of bangtan ship yoonmin)

you don't have to say i love you (to say i love you) by sheabutter [9k] [teen]

yoongi's so painfully and obviously in love with jimin, it sort of hurts the other members sometimes.

Sweeter Than Sweet by MissterMaia [10k] [teen]

Yoongi hates sweet things. He hates sugary treats and pastries and candy, which is why he's less than enthused when Hoseok drags him to a Dunkin' Donuts to "cheer him up" after a run-in with one of his professors.

Yoongi hates sweet things, yes, but maybe he's willing to sacrifice his taste buds so he can come back and see the cute employee with hair as pink as the goddamn donut frosting.

Barbershop Romance by MissterMaia [13k] [teen] ♡

Jimin's impromptu visit to a salon called SUGA turns out to be more interesting than he expected. Way more interesting.

The Shape of It by Sharleena for diminies [14k] [teen] ♡

It's not that Jimin wants much from life. Really. He's a simple man.

One thing he did not want, however, was to wake up to find out that the piano man in his snow globe suddenly came to life and is now sitting on his bed like he owns it.

The au in which one of them is trapped in a snow globe but then comes to life.

The Devil's Mistress by springrain21 [16k] [mature]

Yoongi is Captain of the pirate ship, the Devil's Mistress, and he and his crew are racing against time to find a famous buried treasure, always one step behind and losing it to another rival ship. To gain the upper hand, Yoongi kidnaps a silver-haired beauty who is rumored to be a creature of great power. He isn't expecting to fall in love on the way.

You Make My Palms Sweat by heukhaneul [17k] [mature]

Jimin is definitely not crushing on his best friend's other friend's best friend.

time follows you (and fades) by thebestofme [17k] [teen]

hp!au - how half-veela!jimin and yoongi fall in love in the Slytherin common room.

(or, two sides of one story: Jimin worries about the effects of his Allure and hides his veela nature; Yoongi loves Jiminie but is too confused by mixed signals to act on it).

Art or Pornography by onlyalivetonight [20.7k] [explicit]

Yoongi is an art student looking for participants for his university project. It's an important piece for his final year project, but it's difficult to find people willing to agree to read a book with a vibrator inside of them on camera.

Enter Park Jimin, a walking morality issue who makes him question his sanity.

i'll be a gentleman ('cause i'll be your boyfriend) by yururin for offthebeat [21k] [mature]

Yoongi isn’t an easy man to surprise, but kisses out of the blue and sudden boyfriend proposals can do the job.

Barbershop Love by MissterMaia [22k] [explicit]

Jimin has never taken his best friend’s jokes about his alleged praise kink seriously, because that’s all they are and ever will be. Jokes. They’re stupid jokes that Taehyung makes at his expense to see the shy Jimin turn into a blushing, embarrassed mess of stuttering protests and meek curses. They’re only jokes, and they’re so stupid.

Or at least Jimin has always thought so, but then his hairdresser boyfriend asks him to pose as a model for his winter collection, and Jimin realizes that there might the teeniest, tiniest bit of truth to Taehyung’s persistent teasing.

he's what you want (i'm what you need) byjonghyunslisterine [24k] [explicit] ϟ

jimin needs to learn how to kiss.

word on the streets is that yoongi's a very good kisser.

Maybe if our Worlds Collide (We Could Be Together) by Sharleena [24.7k] [explicit]

Amidst one of his lonely travels, Yoongi meets Jimin at a diner.

For some reason, Yoongi really wants to run away with him.

"I work in a diner, I'm really bored and you come along with your lonely biker aesthetic and ask me to run away. It's cliché."

Yoongi swallows. "Is that a no?"

"I didn't say that."

Boys who Talk Shit™ by internetpistol [26k] [explicit]

When Yoongi enrolled in BTS (aka Boys who Talk Shit) Boarding School, he wasn't really expecting to be the only 'straight' (to be read sarcastically) guy in a room of seven geniuses (aka children aged five to ten, honestly). Plus four pet spiders. Yes, plural.

Chaotic episodes in A Place of Love and War, where Yoongi learns all about True Love via Park Jimin, Music and Marriage. Sort of. Brain bleach and ear plugs are strongly recommended.

we should just kiss, like real people do by annarosewrites (annaroserae) [26k] [mature] ♡ ϟ

The light from the windows has painted him lilac and pink and red, and he’s a masterpiece of shattered mosaic and Jimin is drawn to him. Inevitably and wondrously so.

“Hi,” Yoongi whispers, sweet and a little tired. Sharp cheeks and soft eyes, and Jimin thinks this is as close to divinity as he’s ever been.

[jimin doesn't have time for pretty city boys who'll leave as quickly as they come, but maybe, just maybe, he has time for a boy named min yoongi]

Summer Wine by mintsoda [28k] [teen]

"'No, uhm—,' Yoongi lifts a hand to the back of his head and ruffles his hair a little. 'I haven't been in a relationship for a while, actually, if that's what you mean.'

Taehyung's face lights up like a Christmas tree set on fire and Jimin prepares himself for the unpreparable.

'Our Jimin here is single, too!' Taehyung beams and Jimin cannot believe he just said that."

In which Jimin and Yoongi are both the fifth wheel in their group of dating friends during their summer vacation on Okinawa – but not for long.

home is the sea reflected in your eyes by anyadisee [33k] [teen]

Yoongi doesn’t know what he was expecting, exactly, when Taehyung called the day before asking about the pool in his mini-greenhouse, but it certainly wasn’t this.

This being opening his door to find Taehyung and Jungkook on his porch, the former with his fist raised mid-knock even though the doorbell is right fucking there, the latter standing a few steps behind him and smiling rather sheepishly while bridal-carrying a mermaid.

A goddamn mermaid.

It is too early for this, Yoongi decides.

;;

[or: in which taehyung and jungkook are concerned friends, jimin dreams of being able to walk and travel on land, and yoongi is a genius witch who can help.]

maybe i hate you can be our always by ameliabedelias for 777335 [35.9k] [mature] ♡

When Yoongi thinks about it, really gives it genuine thought, it's possible that Park Jimin isn't the worst person in the world.

(Or, Yoongi and Jimin get off on the wrong foot.)

The Boy in the Music Box by MissterMaia [52.6k} [teen]

Yoongi doesn’t really expect anything special when he finds an old music box in his grandmother’s attic and she tells him to keep it. Oh sure, he expects the music box to be a pretty decoration to add to the stale interior of his small apartment. He expects it to play a tune and he might even dare to expect the barely-functioning little ballerina to dance along to the soft chimes, but that's it, really. The last thing he expects is for the little ballerina to take human form at night and throw his life out of balance with radiant smiles, soft giggles, and a heart-wrenching story.

you wish i was yours (and i hope that you're mine) by awsuga [55k] [mature]

Jimin is getting ready to sleep his summer away now that all his friends have left for college except for him. That is, though, until he meets Yoongi. A boy two years older than him from the city, who has been kicked out by his parents and is now living with his aunt.

Because of Yoongi Jimin learns more about himself in one summer than he has his entire life.

The Songbird and the Sea by MissterMaia [255.8k] [mature] ♡ (u gotta read this one. get her published bc she deserves it. also so she can post her sequel.)

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

#yoonmin #bts #yoonmin fic recs #btsficrecs #yoonminfics #yoonminficrecs #yoonminrecs #yoongi #jimin #min yoongi #park jimin #bangtan #bangtan fic recs

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Take Me Back (To the Night We Met) snippet

Jaskier can't help the small laugh when Macee opens the door and Geralt blinks into the space he'd expected to find Jaskier before his gaze drops and he finds her. A familiar, predatory glint but in a smaller package, both trying to ignore the haunting parallel to the last time he’d knocked on this door.

"Can I help you?" She asks, saccharine sweet.

"I'm here to pick up Jaskier," Geralt goes along with it, not daring to flick his gaze away from her. He would respect her tests wrapped up in games.

"You're to return him in the condition he leaves," there's a weight to the words and out of the corner of his eyes he sees Jaskier falter.

"Understood," Geralt tells her.

Macee’s eyes narrow on him and, seeming to find satisfaction in his promise, offers, "Mussed. You are allowed to return him mussed."

"Macee!" Jaskier barks, Geralt being favored with one of her rare smiles.

"Right," she nods to herself. "Only if he wants."

#Witcher #Modern AU #Biker AU #The Biker and the Songbird AU AU #Hurt/Comfort #Emotional Hurt/Comfort #Disabled Character #Hurt Jaskier #Geraskier #You know that Twenty One Pilots song My Blood #That's Macee and Jaskier in this #Fic coming to an ao3 near you soon!

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Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

1,000 followers! Oh my god, I can’t believe it! I am so thankful for every single one of you that follow my blog and read my imagines. You’re all so amazing and awesome and I love all of you, I really do. So, to celebrate this awesome achievement (that I never thought would happen) I am hosting a writing challenge! Please participate if you can and if not, please signal boost!

Masterlist of All Submissions

Rules of the Challenge

Choose one of the prompts from below and please only one prompt per submission. If you are interested in doing more than one prompt, please let me know and you can submit more than one fic. Only one writer per prompt.

Send me a message or ask with the prompt you are interested and I will add your name to this post if it’s available.

All pairings must be Character x Reader or Character x OC. This means no shipping fics. All characters must be from The Walking Dead, but you can choose ANY character from The Walking Dead, even a minor character.

All lengths are accepted.

Every genre is allowed. AU, smut, angst, fluff, platonic, etc. No incest in smut, please. And make sure to include all warnings at the beginning of your submission.

For song prompts: You can base your fic off of the song title, lyrics, the subject of the song, or you can have the song playing in your fic. Quote Prompts: the quote must be used in your fic.

Please tag all posts #Jessie’s 1k writing challenge and tag me @grimes-slut. I will read, like, and reblog all submissions.

The due date for all submissions is June 15th, 2017 at 12:00 AM in your time zone. Please let me know if you need an extension.

Happy writing!

Prompts

Song Prompts

The Night We Met by Lord Huron - @jasoncrouse

The Long and Winding Road by The Beatles

Songbird by Fleetwood Mac

Sign of the Times by Harry Styles - @writer-foreverx

When We Were Young by Adele

The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance - @belovedbumblebee

I Wanna Know What Love Is by Foreigner

Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ by Journey

Touch of Grey by The War on Drugs

Love on the Brain by Rihanna

Make You Feel My Love by Adele

Say You Love Me by Jessie Ware

Closer by Nine Inch Nails - @zaddygrimes

Alive by Pearl Jam

Let’s Be Still by The Head and The Heart

Somebody Else by The 1975 - @daryls-lil-monstah

Come As You Are by Nirvana

No One’s Gonna Love You by Band of Horses

Better Man by Pearl Jam

Best of You by Foo Fighters

Song of Your Choice - @imaginesbabe

Quote Prompts

“I love you.” - taken by “sugar skull”

“I’m pregnant.” - @jasoncrouse

“Just breathe.” - @jeffreydaddymorganx

“Don’t you want me?” - @thesupernaturaldead

“We really shouldn’t.”

“Are you jealous?” - @darylkillszomzoms

“They already know.” - @shinydixon

“How could you do this to me?” - @zaddygrimes

"You fucked up, big time.”

“What if someone sees?” - @such-a-common-girl

“Please don’t leave me.” - taken by “sugar skull”

“Is it working?”

“I guess we’ll have just have to share the bed then.” - @writer-foreverx

“Are you gonna make me?

“Well, that escalated quickly.” - @thran-duils

Theme Prompts

Adultery - @jasoncrouse

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love

Age Difference - @zaddygrimes

BDSM

AU Prompts

University/High School AU - @daryls-lil-monstah

Wild West AU

Coffee Shop AU

Fairytale/Mythology AU - @such-a-common-girl

Phone Sex Line AU

Sex Worker/Stripper AU

Police Procedural AU

Motorcycle Club/Biker AU

Bookstore AU

Any AU of Your Choosing - @jasoncrouse

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Plot bunny if you're looking: the first time Jaskier goes on a Witcher mission in Biker and the Songbird

So very sorry it took me so long to post this! But thank you so much for sending the hamsters to their wheels! 🖤 I do so hope it was worth the wait.

“Chicken. Ten pounds. Really Geralt, there are other animals,” Jaskier mumbles as he scans the shelves for the correct bag. They’d attempted to do the grocery shopping earlier in the week but the stress of working on getting re-certified as a teacher had manifested in old fears rearing their head.

Geralt hadn’t asked him to pick chicken up and would likely rearrange meals throughout the week so its absence wasn’t missed. But the shame of his Bad Day has shadowed him since and Jaskier wants to prove, if only to himself, that this was only a stumble on his road.

No sooner has Jaskier opened the freezer door than a familiar ring tone is sounding from his pocket.

Handle slipping from his fingers as he looks around, Jaskier wonders if somehow Geralt knew what he was doing. Or Yennefer’s mom-sense was tingling. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

He doesn’t recognize the number but that’s not an uncommon occurrence lately, between curious parents having heard of his music tutoring and his many inquiries about getting recertified.

“Hello?”

“Jas...Jaskier?” The voice on the other end of the phone is as unfamiliar as the number that had flashed on his phone screen.

“Yes?” Jaskier says, frowning at the misplaced question in his answer.

"You um, said I could call? The Witchers?” The woman says, words whisper frail.

Her name knocks all other thoughts from Jaskier’s mind as it echos down the line like a memory phoned in from nights past, “It’s Essi. Essi Daven.”

“I know,” Jaskier’s words trip over themselves, second guessing each one as soon as it’s spoken, “I mean I remember.”

“I um,” there’s a hard swallow on the other end of the line and Jaskier presses the phone so hard to his ear it hurts but he can’t risk missing a single word.

“I…”

Want out. The words burn Jaskier’s lips but he knows the power those two words hold, a severing of what once was and what would be. So Jaskier listens and waits, giving her the time she doesn’t otherwise get.

“I need to go. I want to,” Essi murmurs.

“Then they’ll get you out. The Witchers will come get you and I’ll be at the safe apartment waiting to meet you. Ok?”

“Oh-k,” the word is broken by a sigh and in it Jaskier fears that she’s changed her mind, that he’d said the wrong thing.

“While we’re still on the line, text me your address and then we’ll hang up,” Jaskier says, hating the instruction for their necessity.

“We’re going to hang up?” There’s panic in Essi’s voice and fear spikes in Jaskier once again. He’d been a fool to think he could do this and it may just cost Essi her life.

“If your boyfriend comes back and finds you on the phone it’s so much worse,” Jaskier explains. “You’ll send me your address and then get together whatever you want to take and if they come back you go on like normal.”

“Because the Witchers are coming to get me,” Essi says, her voice far away, nearly lost to the chime of his phone with an incoming text.

“They are,” Jaskier promises, mind already trying to figure out what he’ll say when he calls Geralt. How he’ll reign in the rambling that Valdo loathed and Geralt loved, encouraged even, but couldn’t be afforded now.

“Jaskier," Essi’s voice is louder, the phone pressed back to her ear.

“Yeah?” The word is half distracted, an automatic response as he wills her to hang up, to give them as much of the indeterminable counter as she can so Geralt and the others make it out without incident.

“I’m scared,” Essi whispers.

The admittance arrests Jaskier’s thoughts.

“I know. I was too when it was me,” Jaskier admits before he can second guess himself. “But you did the hardest part, you made the decision to leave.”

“But I’m still scared,” Essi says like it’s shameful and Yennefer’s insistence, the one Jaskier still cradled close from so long ago, comes back.

“It’s brave,” Jaskier says, hearing Yennefer’s voice tell him the very same. “You made a choice many can’t bring themselves to make.”

“Thank you, Jaskier,” Essi’s breath is shuddering but Jaskier knows he can’t afford to wait any longer, the tight knot of fear in his belly warning he’s already waited too long.

“I’ll see you soon, Essi,” Jaskier promises and waits for her to be the one to end the call before he’s tapping through to Geralt’s number.

The phone doesn’t complete its first ring before Geralt is answering, “Hey Jask-”

“I fucked up,” Jaskier blurts and Geralt’s teeth clacking echoes down the line.

“What…” Geralt doesn’t finish, trying not to place blame, to not make him feel like he expects it to be a Bad day. “Whatever you need, songbird.”

And there it was, what Jaskier needed was Geralt to risk his life, to ask Lambert and Eskel to risk theirs as well in the hopes his husband would return to him just as he’d left.

ao3

#Witcher #Modern AU #Biker AU #Geraskier #Hurt/Comfort #emotional hurt/comfor #Angst #Fluff #Eating Disorder #Recovery #When the White Wolf Howls the Songbird Sings #The Biker and the Songbird

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