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polinficrecs · 2 months

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Dress by TheSushiMonster Rating: Explicit Language: English Status: Complete Summary:

Penelope needs to spice up the sex scenes in her latest novel. Colin wants to publish his travel journals as a book. When they strike up a deal to help each other, what begins as writing sessions between friends turns into something more… hands on.

Or, the Colin teaches Penelope about seduction AU. *Note to author: A masterclass in spice, temptation, and toe-curling flutters<3

#Polin #polin fic rec #bridgerton #rating: e #language: english #status: complete #fic type: multi chap #word count: 40k+#au: modern #au: friends with benefits #genre: fluff #genre: smut

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myalchod · 2 months

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For the three sentence fic ask:

Silrah, or the Golden Trio

Bookstore AU, or Genderswap AU

Give me all the semicolons and em-dashes! :D

As intrigued as I am by the genderswap path, I'm not sure — even with all the em-dashes and semicolons and the rest — whether I could wrangle that in the space of three sentences. So Silrah bookstore AU it is! (These are all such fun prompts though, Hillie, in all configurations, and I may end up playing with variations. Thank you for them! 💙)

He’s back again, for the third time in as many days, and she watches him as he crouches down by the children’s books, the same too-serious boy who's been with him throughout clinging to his fingertips as heads light and dark bend together for a conversation of murmured words and gestures — watches covertly while she tidies up around the register, not wanting to intrude but intrigued despite herself by the pair and all that she has begun to piece together: the boy’s silence coupled with a reluctance to allow much space between them, the sorrow in the man’s blue eyes shuttered again each time the boy looks up, the lack of familial resemblance. There’s a story there, but for a woman who’s lived her life surrounded by innumerable tales (whose life, her best friend would be quick to add, might almost be a fairy tale all on its own, wicked stepmother included), she’s never thought herself particularly imaginative, and so she contents herself with observing and gleaning what fragments she can; she knows, all too well, just how painful it can be for someone to pry, however well-intentioned.

But she is curious, more than she’s been about anyone in a long time, and it has her wondering — hoping, even — that they’ll return again tomorrow, and the day after that, and as many days as it takes her to figure out their entire tale.

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#farah dowling #saul silva #sky of eraklyon #silrah #farah dowling x saul silva #fate the winx saga #charis writes #three sentence fic meme #asked and answered #fanfiction #au: modern

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corsey · 25 days

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@vitalphenomena

He lets himself in through the fire escape.

She hasn't woken up, so he opens the fridge, thinking. Takes out the eggs. No bowl: he puts them into a cup. Finds salt. Starts whisking. Starts washing.

At some point it becomes a breakfast in bed.

#vitalphenomena #*Spirit #*Rifat #AU: Modern #its like he never almost strangled her over some percocet

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bingqiufics · 8 months

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Title: Closer than You Think

Author: pop_up_ninja

Relationship: Bingyuan

Universe: Modern AU

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen

Length: 6,489 words

Summary: The most popular matchmaker in the city, Luo Binghe, had finally met a threat to his glowing reputation.

He had only been in the matchmaking business for a couple of years, and his five-star rating had never been marred with a single scratch. All of his customers had left hand-in-hand with their perfect partner after a short time in his care.

Recently, Luo Binghe had been approached by a wealthy middle-aged couple.

That was how Luo Binghe found himself in his office, cradling his head in his hands, after his new client had left.

Comments: This is absolutely adorable. I love fics where Binghe gets accidentally seduced by an oblivious Shen Yuan :)- mod Curie

#svsss #complete #myfaves #au: modern #bingyuan #first date #matchmaking #jealous!lbh #author:pop_up_ninja

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mcuntainbcrn · 11 months

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@ever-winter [plotted starter]

Another day, another branch springing forth - no doubt her forebears would be proud at her efforts to uphold the integrity of their family’s business, but how disappointed would they be if they knew the reality…that she saw such endeavors as a mere tools to further her own aims at vengeance? …then again, given the creed of her bloodline, perhaps this too would be a source of pride.

Plain clothes today - those that knew, knew better than to so much as give her a passing glance as she oversaw the case displays and the arrangements of the glimmering gemstones in their settings, no doubt the sight would be dazzling to most, but it was really all mathematical to her, a mere front to entrance and draw in those who sought out tokens of love, honor and self indulgence.

The soft open would be tomorrow, the grand opening next week, and no doubt those on her list of targets would also wind up clients - of any plausible outcome, this was the one that threatened to put a smile on an otherwise lifeless face; scarred fingers grazed the squared shape in her back pocket as she moved towards the back of the salon and out the rear exit, pulling the carton loose and shaking up a single cigarette, moving to light the cherry when a dull roar made her pause.

So much screaming…why? Where was it coming from?

Casually, she meandered to the edge of the alleyway that led to the main drag, noting a lone figure sprinting away from a throng of shrieking women - all this over one person? …they didn’t seem angry at them, no - if anything, they seemed enthused to the point of almost appearing feral - how irritating.

Best to get rid of the source and lead the crowd away before her workers wound up distracted and scratching the new glass display cases; she waited, silently and perhaps a bit too comfortably, cigarette still held lightly between her lips as she seized the moment of opportunity and darted a hand out to close around the wrist of this wild mob’s prey, dragging him behind her, through the door and closing it behind them.

Her freehand rose to her lips to indicate he be quiet for a mere beat, plucking a card from the counter and pressing it into his hand as she removed her jacket and sunglasses, briefly exposing the scar cleaving through her right eye as she slid them on to his face and quickly exchanged the garment she removed for the coat he currently wore, patting down the pockets quickly and lifting the wallet, keys and phone from them and setting them down beside him, “Exit out the front, call that number in a few days - your belongings will be returned to you then.”

Without another word, slipping the coat on and lifting the hat off his head, she twisted her hair up until it fit securely beneath as she ran back out the rear exit and into the corridor - she had been feeling a touch cooped up anyway so she might as well get a jog in; as soon as she was on the street, she whistled sharply between her teeth, drawing the crowds attention as she broke out into a run, leading them off, still screaming their heads off, repeatedly yelling a name that kept becoming a distorted mess.

‘I swear - I don’t think I’ll ever understand fan culture.’

#ever winter #the wanderer: hayate #v: genshin impact #au: modern #plotted starter

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ainyan · 7 months

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FFXIVWrite Day #17: Free Write

Personal Prompt: Funk

The week apart had given her too much time to think. Too much time to brood. Even with Thancred sending constant text messages, chat messages, and even the occasional email, Kal’istae was too certain that this trip he’d needed to take for ‘work’ was little more than a convenient excuse to ease things off. Not that she could blame him. Two dates in and they were already talking relationships. Who even did that?

Not her, nope. Clearly, it had just been chemistry and the heat of the moment. And with distance and time between them, they had both seen the light.

So why was she so damn miserable?

The knock at her door startled her out of her funk, and she leaned over the back of her ratty old couch to glare at the door. She was half-tempted to ignore it, but when the knock came again, she groaned and hauled herself up. “It’s ten at night,” she muttered as she slumped up to the door, “and I’m sulking. Go away.”

The last was said as she opened the door to Thancred’s surprised face. “I mean,” he said hesitantly, “if you really wa- oof!” He was cut off as he suddenly found himself with an armful of Kal’istae. The Au Ra scaled him like a tree, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around her waist as she yanked his head down and covered his mouth with hers.

He barely had time to lean into the kiss, however, before she slid down and stepped away, covering her mouth with her hand and staring at him with wide eyes. “Ohmigods,” she babbled, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help - I didn’t mean - I just saw you there and I was missing you and ohmigods shoot me now.”

Thancred didn’t think; for once, he let pure instinct, pure emotion guide him. As she backed up, he followed, catching her about the waist. As he drew her against him, her voice felt silent and she gazed up at him mutely, her expression half-anxious, half-hopeful. When he smiled, she exhaled, and when he lowered his head, she raised herself up on tiptoe to meet him.

There was hunger; there had to be hunger. They had both wanted too much, too long, too hard for there to not always be that underlying hunger. But it was tempered by sweetness. It was muted by affection. It was buried deep beneath gentle reconnection. And when he finally released her, she clung lightly to him to maintain her balance as he lowered his forehead to hers. “I missed you,” he murmured.

“Oh gods,” Kal’istae replied, and shut her eyes. “Oh gods, I missed you too.” They stood like that a moment longer, then she slowly lowered herself back to the ground, plucking absently at his wrinkled dress shirt. “I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”

He kept his hands loosely around her waist, gazing over her head into the apartment behind her. “I finished what I had to do and found someone to trade flights back with,” he replied. “Came straight here from the airship terminal. Which I suppose,” he added wryly, “is rather obvious.”

She croaked a soft laugh, then tugged at his shirt. “Come on in,” she invited, carefully not looking at his face as she slipped out of his hands and grabbed one, walking backwards and drawing him after her. He just as cautiously avoided her gaze as he followed, booting the door shut behind him with his heel.

Once inside, she released his hand and turned away, seeming lost. Before he could say anything, however, she shook her head and ran her hand through her hair, grimacing. “I suppose it’s too late to bemoan how I look,” she muttered, all too aware of the loose pajama pants and ratty old t-shirt she habitually wore when staying in alone. “Go have a seat,” she invited, “I’ll get you a drink. Hard or soft?”

Glancing down at himself - his tie loosened, his vest and shirt wrinkled from travel, his shoes scuffed, he grinned wryly. “I wouldn’t worry about it. You look beautiful, as always. And soft, please; hard’ll put me right out - I’ve already put in sixteen hours today.”

She half-turned, then shook her head and started for the kitchen. “And you came here instead of going home?”

He was tempted to follow her, but instead headed for her couch, sinking into the battered cushions with a deep sigh, and immediately understood why she kept it. It may have looked thrashed, but damn if it wasn’t the most comfortable thing he’d sat on in days. “Yes,” he replied simply as he stretched out and lay his head upon the embroidered pillow. “I wanted to see you.” His voice began to slur at the edges. “I needed to see you.”

Kal’istae paused while rummaging in the refrigerator, blinking rapidly to ease the unexpected prick of tears before digging up a can of soda and nudging the fridge shut with her hip. She debated getting him a glass, then shrugged and padded into the living room with the can. She placed it on the coffee table, then a soft sound drew her attention and she turned to look at him.

He was stretched out on her couch, snoring lightly as he slept. Without thinking, she leaned over him and tugged the knitted throw off the back of the couch and spread it over him, gently tucking him in. He sighed softly and shifted, and when she leaned down and brushed the fall of silver hair from his face, his lips curled in a faint smile. After tugging off his shoes, she pressed a kiss to his forehead, then replaced the soda in her fridge and made her way to her own room, where she read until she, too, fell asleep.

FFXIVWrite2023 Day #17: Extra Credit

OCs: Kal'istae Miurani

NPCs: Thancred Waters

AU: Modern Day w/ @sasslett

[ -- Master Post: FFXIVWrite2023 -- ]

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #kal'istae miurani #thancred waters #wolcred #wol x thancred #au: modern

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ruinoussigil · 6 months

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but far away,

so far i can't touch

#i should start tagging oc ships bc vicky keeps getting passed around lmao #original character #oc #ch: eilhart #ch: caled/viktor #sh: vickyeil #au: modern #tsokolarte

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first-son-of-finwe · 3 months

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were you ever going to tell me the truth?

(@ofthevanyar - any verse idc)

"I am telling you now, aren't I?" Fëanor grimaced. He knew that revealing this to Amarië was a huge risk, but it didn't feel right to take the next step unless she knew everything. He couldn't hide this from her forever.

Was she going to leave him? Hand him in to the authorities immediately? It was like taking a leap in the dark, hoping you'll land somewhere other than the concrete.

"I did it because I had no other choice."

@ofthevanyar

#ofthevanyar #au: modern #heheh

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2toplibrary · 1 year

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all roads (straight to you) by lelex

(G, 4.3K, 1/1)

When he finally locates his seat row, he glances down at Katsuki, sprawled in his own seat like a jackass with his arms crossed over his chest, and hums quietly. Looking at him head on is even worse than looking at him from farther off—this dude is so good looking it makes the back of his neck prickle.

He gives Katsuki a bare minimum facial expression that he’s gonna guess suggests vague “sorry you have to get out of your seat to let me into mine” sympathy and tilts his head, red hair coming untucked from behind his ear and spilling into a fine curtain around his face.

The entire thing forces Katsuki to shake his head like a dog to reboot his brain. Jesus Christ.

*

Or, on his flight to Auntie Inko's destination wedding, Katsuki meets his seatmate. He meets him again in an entirely different way not even twelve hours later.

#new arrivals #meet cute #fluff #au #au: modern #todobaku #todobaku fic recs #fic #fics

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say-ulalalala · 8 months

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Warrior - Mai Ling x Eliza Pendleton | Spicy Noodles

Rating: G (no warnings)

Word count: 334

Summary: Sometimes, a little heat is needed for a cold night like this. And for Eliza, she didn't think that spicy noodles were what her girlfriend meant.

A/N: got inspired to write this from two of my favorite things: monsoon season and spicy noodles!! <3

Also posted on AO3

Eliza giggles as she jumps on a small puddle of water, the splatter staining her white sneakers while her girlfriend Mai Ling playfully glares at her.

“What?” She asks, pouting.

“Nothing.”

Eliza then goes to Mai Ling’s left as she puts her arm around her girlfriend’s waist. Mai Ling returns the gesture, as they make their way on the street.

The quiet road had glistened with raindrops under the lampposts. Cold monsoon air embraced the two women, as Eliza leaned her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

As they pass by a convenience store, they exchange a look before they go inside. Eliza immediately heads to an aisle filled with instant noodles, scanning the shelves. Mai Ling does the same, before she picks out two cups of spicy noodles. She then goes to another aisle with triangular rice balls, as she takes two - one for her, and one for Eliza.

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“Why didn’t you tell me these are spicy spicy!” Eliza exclaims, the burning sensation igniting her tongue. Mai Ling laughs as her girlfriend struggles to eat her noodles.

“What? Don’t laugh at me,” the blonde continues, as she grabs her carton of banana milk, before she takes a sip.

“It’s not that spicy, you’ll be fine.”

Mai Ling continues eating, watching the woman in front of her. She smiles at her, before she unwraps her triangular rice ball and took a bite out of it.

“How do you eat this type of food so easily? I could never…” Eliza remarked.

The other woman smiled. “You’ll get used to it, don’t worry. Here’s a tip: don’t think too much about the spice. Also, just take small bites of your food.”

So Eliza does what Mai Ling said, as she slowly chews on her noodles, savoring the flavor. “So, how is it?”

“A bit better, I guess.”

Mai Ling smiles. As both of them continued eating, a light rain began to fall outside the window.

Sometimes, a little heat is needed for a cold night like this.

Tagging: @bleep-blop-lizard-hop @nyctophilic0vitnir (please lmk if you wanna be untagged)

#warrior fic #my fics #self indulgent #au: modern

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polinficrecs · 2 months

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I Tried Your Mouth & I Can't Come Back by MelikaElena Rating: E Language: English Status: Complete Summary: A vacation is just what an over-worked Penelope needs. Running into her childhood bully is the last thing she needs. And while she doesn’t NEED to be rescued by a handsome stranger, she certainly won’t turn him away, especially when he proceeds to prove that their relationship is real by posing for a romantic photo & giving Penelope the best kiss of her life.

It's just a vacation crush, a harmless, little infatuation, and she's never going to see the charismatic Colin ever again... or is she?

#polin #Polin fic rec #bridgerton #rating: e #language: english #status: complete #fic type: multi chap #word count: 15k+#au: modern #au: love at first sight #au: fake dating #genre: fluff #genre: smut

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myalchod · 1 month

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For the three sentence fic... Silrah + fake dating/marriage pretty please 💜

Well ... I was going to write just the one, but I can't pick between them, so have a stab at each? 💙 It was so tempting to write one of these as a canon AU but I felt like that would have been cheating. 😂

Fake Dating:

She knows she gives herself away as soon as the familiar manse looms into view, though she’s pretty sure Saul would have known even absent the reflexive tightening of her fingers on his arm with how long they’ve been friends, even if he gives no sign of the pain he must feel at her death-grip, just shifting so his shoulder knocks companionably against hers in silent acknowledgement and sympathy; when she loosens her hand once more he slips his arm free, and she thinks he’ll move away but he only slides it around her waist instead, palm curving warm and solid and reassuring over her hip, and her startle this time has nothing to do with memories of a life she’d gladly walked away from suddenly slamming into her with the weight of all of her years away.

“Alright?” he murmurs, voice near as warm as his touch, and some of the tension ratcheting through her eases as she is reminded of why she’d asked him to come with her, the easy comfort of his presence steadying her in a way no one else can — why, in a moment she does and does not regret already, she’d added and could you pretend to be my boyfriend?, when it meant he could not only accompany her for what promises to be an excruciating family reunion but stay close, just like this, through all that she knows awaits her.

There’s a world she’s not ready to face again behind that imposing front door, but she’s got him at her side, and they’re armed with a pretence she hopes will prevent at least some of the questions she wants to avoid, and so the smile she offers him is less forced than fond; with that, surely she can weather anything the day throws at her, and so she just threads her fingers into his belt loop and leans closer still to murmur an affirmative as they start up the stairs.

Fake Marriage:

“I don’t believe you,” he persists, and Farah rolls her eyes, surreptitiously searching for an exit as she does so; inconsiderately, none appears, and she damns again the distraction that left her backed into a literal corner by a man just drunk enough to belligerently call out the ring she wears to fend off most would-be partners when she just wants a relatively quiet night of drinking — a ring that has done her more harm than good this evening, when it’s been the cause of what is shaping up to be an ugly altercation.

A hand settles on his shoulder; a face dimly familiar looms in shadow behind him, and her frown clearly telegraphs enough because he turns, ready to protest further, only to be pushed out of the way. “Farah, love,” her unexpected saviour says as he extends his other hand her way, and she’s suddenly more grateful for the support of the wall at her back than his intervention as she recognises dark hair and pale eyes and that self-deprecating smile, properly registers the even more familiar voice, and a past long dead floods back, “I wondered where you’d gotten to.”

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#farah dowling #saul silva #silrah #farah dowling x saul silva #fate the winx saga #au: modern #au: fake dating #au: fake marriage #charis writes #three sentence fic meme #fanfiction #asked and answered #yet again absolutely spiralling from each of these snips #why does my brain do this?#also: petty annoyance of the day: why does tumblr not support horizontal rule code?#i just wanted a pretty break between them #we now return to your regularly scheduled whatever

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corsey · 24 days

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19. TRANSIT : for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. rifat molly

Prompts, accepting

The underground.

When Molly steps on, Rifat knows without needing to see - the particles making up his handrail are all turning outwards, driving into his palm like dull knives.

Intercom beeps, doors seal shut, and his default mood turns to one of calm, conscious dread.

It's so easy for them to track each other down if they wanted to, not that neither of them want to, but it's like two animals with the same scent.

(Every person is an animal first, and patriotism and pride fall to the wayside when our basic needs are not met.) (Rifat knows. It’s happened to him.) (He's seen it happen to others.)