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Hi! @goldenlaurelleaveswrites. I’m your secret admirer this year! I went with your ‘meet cute’ prompt. I was having a lot of fun with this because I also like fluff. I hope you like it. 😊😊💙💙
“A street musician, Luka Couffaine was struggling with writing his new song, he felt he was a bit blocked. This afternoon was sunny and calm but he couldn’t find his own peace, his head was gloomy. He entered a small coffee shop to take a break. A cute girl appeared before his eyes. Marinette, the waitress, had a beautiful smile that illuminated everything around. She was like a shining star and he couldn’t take his eyes away from her... The writing of the new song was about to start and then something new started as well.”
@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers
#LBSC Secret Admirer Exchange 2023#lukanette#Pro LukaMari#Luka Couffaine#Marinette#Freya's art#freyaslukanette#Gift#freya's ficlet#Freya's fic
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When Jaskier was just a week old, he encountered Death. From his crib, Death gazed upon him and softly uttered, "Not yet, little one."
At the age of seven, when the family dog fell ill, Death visited Jaskier once more. His parents couldn't provide solace for the pet's passing, but Death did.
In a bar, where Jaskier crossed paths with Geralt, Death observed from afar, wondering what would transpire next.
True to his name, Jaskier brimmed with vitality, like a beautiful yet toxic buttercup. This was why Death found itself fond of Jaskier, preventing his premature fading away.
A sword to the stomach, a sacrifice to protect Ciri, should have been Jaskier's end. When Death finally came to claim him, Jaskier had led a fulfilling life filled with joy and music, albeit tinged with loneliness.
Just as Death had done when Jaskier was a babe, it gently whispered, "Come now, little one, it's time to go." Death hoped to bring peace to the Dandelion they had grown to love.
But the growl of the white wolf, Geralt, begged Jaskier to stay, as Geralt asked Jaskier to remain.
Death and life had cherished each other but could never be together. Yet, life sent Death gifts, and Death treasured them all. Now, it was Death's turn to offer a gift to life. So, Death entrusted Jaskier to the safety of his vibrant existence.
From a distance, Death watched as Jaskier recovered, surrounded by his family: Geralt, Ciri, and Yennefer—all very much alive.
#the witcher netflix#geralt of rivia#joey batey#the witcher#jaskier the witcher#henry cavill#the witcher jaskier#geralt x jaskier#geraskier#fic ideas#short ficlet#jaskier#gerskier#cirilla fiona elen riannon#freya allan#headcanon#yennefer of vengerberg#anya cholatra#the witcher season 3#anya chalotra#the witcher season three#witcher yennefer
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Morgause, experimenting with the veil, holds up a gown she accidentally plucked out. “Oh look, Morgana,” she exclaims. "My spell worked. I retrieved an item from the other world.
Morgana squints at the fabric and runs her fingers through it. “Wait this looks familiar.”
Morgause hands her the garment. Morgana holds it up fully for it to unfold.
“This is mine!” Morgana gasps. It’s one of the gowns she used to wear when there had been nothing to do in the palace. It was one she used to wear when she went to buy fabrics in the marketplace with gwen.
“How did it get to the underworld?” Morgause asks her.
“I don’t know. How do things get in the underworld?” Morgana answers.
Morgause furrows her brows at her sister, “Only if they die or enter the veil themselves.”
Morgana is confused. Who died and got wrapped up in her belongings? Did Gwen pawn this to someone else? Did her maid do things behind her back? Who gave her the right to bestow her gowns to someone else as funeral attire?
.........
Meanwhile in Avalon
Freya wakes up in a slight chill. She realizes that her arms are bare. When she looks down, she notices that she was only wearing a white shift and not the luxurious gown that Merlin gifted to her before she died.
Forlorn, she looks out the window. She missed Merlin. And now she lost the last thing to remember him by.
#bbc morgana#bbc morgause#bbc freya#bbc merlin#ficlet#it’s just so funny holysht#fanfic#otp: coz mama im in love with a criminal
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Oh man, WAIT, what about some newbie to Camelot not being able to tell Who The Ruler Is because it's canon that Arthur is so much more informal than Uther was, he rarely wears his crown or the royal crest, many of his men call him by name. Gwen wears her lil coronet sometimes, but Morgana also wore little headpieces like that so that's not a solid indicator. Freya and Gwen are both attired like royalty, and Merlin dresses down a little, but not like he used to, the ladies put a stop to that, no rags for the royal consort. Merlin also tells Literal Knights what to do and they listen to him, so yeah, it's a very stressful toss up for any poor chucklefuck who doesn't know what they're walking into
it doesn't make it better when everyone on the staff decide to confuse the newcomers more.
[ficlet under the cut]
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"Say, who is the lady with the lovely flower crown?"
Roland had been polishing her prized battle axe, specially gifted to her from the Queen. She scanned the newbie with an almost charged gaze. They grew uncomfortable with her growing silence. This is the third time a knight or squire has failed to inform them where the royals of this palace are. They had hoped that maybe the sweet woman adorned in a grand crown of wildflowers could be a possible royal, but now they doubted it.
"That's Freya," the squire finally said, looking pleased with the shine reflecting off her weapon. "Most refer to her as the Lady of the Lake."
The what now???
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"You wouldn't happen to know where his majesty's quarters are?" the foreign dignitary asked.
"Which majesty?" Bedivere tilted his head.
The dignitary blinked.
"Whi-which...? There's more?!"
Bedivere exchanged a pitying look with Lucan. You would think the other nobles would clue into it by now. Lucan shook his head, exasperated.
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"But those are commoner's clothes!"
"Ah, you see," the squire, Dagonet, said with a sigh, "commoner clothing is in now in Camelot."
King Mathias sputtered, his cheeks now giving off a red hue.
"That's right, sire," Gaheris (the other accompanying squire) continued. "Red tunics and baggy trousers are the latest fashion trend. Courtesy of his majesty King Arthur!"
The king would have liked to say he was at a loss for words, but instead Kind Mathias was screaming himself hoarse until the two pesky squires that one of the knights assigned to him left his chambers. The nerves of those two!
"You could have at least made it seem believable," Nathan told the two some moments after with a roll of his eyes.
"Like you would be any help!" Dagonet sniffed. "You would give the ruse away the moment you walked in."
Nathan made sure to shove Dagonet hard. Unfortunately for him, Dagonet retaliated. This went on for some time.
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"Strange."
"Something wrong, Arthur?" Gwen stopped her musings on her embroidery and looked to find her husband deep in thought. Oh dear, she sighed internally.
"I received a letter yesterday from on of the lords neighboring Caerleon. It appeared like it was addressed to me...but then it ended with King Merlin."
"Oh?" Gwen's embroidery was forgotten.
"Odd isn't it. I guess the idiot hangs with me so much that others confuse him as royalty rather than me."
Gwen giggled and kissed him on the cheek.
"Maybe that's what it is." The Queen then stood and dusted off her dress. "Now, Freya was just telling me about this lovely field on the outskirts of the citadel. You and Merlin up for it?"
"Sounds wonderful."
And so the two go to meet the other half of their quartet, conversation already forgotten.
#oops...hands slipped#enjoy the little ficlet#i got to write with my little squires 🥺#bless them#bbc merlin#headcanons#ot4#merwenthurya#squires of the round table#arthur pendragon#gwen#merlin emrys#freya#asks#Anonymous#thank ya anon <3
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thank you anon :3
👻 What is your wildest headcanon?
(Okay I've got this one from another anon too so I'm just going to answer here.)
I'm sorry to be boring but I can barely think of any headcanon off the top of my head, let alone a wild one.
But okay, here's one (more random than wild) — I believe Merlin would cry after having sex for the first time. Not like, weep, but he would definitely shed a few tears at least. At least. You saw what happened after he kissed Freya.
"Jules why were you even thinking about this" IT DOESN'T MATTER
🧪 Do you research for your fics?
Not really. I will look things up, and I might get distracted and end up reading about random stuff that's related to what I'm writing about, but I just try to get "the vibe" right, rather than get bogged down by all the historical details. I mean, they eat tomatoes and potatoes in the show; if canon doesn't care about historical accuracy then I'm not going to hold myself to a higher standard.
Sometimes it's not so much about looking for information but rather trying to get a feel for what I'm trying to write, if that makes sense?
For example, I wrote a ficlet in which Merlin conjures lots of different butterflies and I watched a few videos about butterflies to get an idea of how to describe them, and what unsual/exotic butterflies might look like (even if I didn't go into much detail when I actually got to write the story).
Speaking of which, I want everyone to know that green dragontail butterflies are a thing that exists and they look amazing (they have tails?? they have tails!!)
— fanfic writer ask game | prev answers
#asks#ask meme#more people should know about green dragontail butterflies#ok i think i'm actually going to do some writing now#or at least try#// actually the crying thing was because i made it happen in a fic of mine#if you must know#i just think he would ok
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Work and Play
Did some of you think I wouldn’t pull this off?
Yeah I don’t blame you. Anywho, there’s the anniversary fic (for ficlet) for Connie! Thanks to @islandgirl5311 for proofreading for me!
WARNING: This contains smutt. You have been warned/you’re welcome.
Connie leaned back in his chair, listening. Through his headphones a soft sound was playing. A piano. His foot tapped to the beat as he listened. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four- there, the violins. They joined with the piano, combining into a gentle melody that stirred Connie’s soul. This was what it was all about. This was why he made-
BWWWWAAAAAAAA-
Connie sighed. “Stupidi bastardi,” he muttered under his breath. Taking the headphones off in frustration and letting them hang off his neck, he stared at the sheet music on the computer screen for what felt like the billionth time just that morning. It was only the second day he had been working on this piece, and yet he still was stuck on that damn opening. That goddamn horn…
A pair of hands placed themselves on his shoulders as someone leaned against his chair. “Still getting nowhere, huh?” A voice asked. Merely hearing it did a lot to soothe the composer. His mood further improved when he looked up. “Hello angelo,” he said with a wry smile.
Freya’s warm and husky chuckle made him smile more. “I’m taking that as a yes,” she grinned back, amusement glittering in her deep blue eyes. She leaned in to kiss him, which Connie returned gladly, then looked at the screen. “Tell me, why did you take this commission again?” Connie heaved another sigh, closing his eyes as Freya lightly massaged his shoulders. “Really just trying to get my name out there. The money is good, don’t get me wrong, but-”
“We don’t need the money,” she finished for him.
“We don’t need the money,” he said anyway, smiling. “What gets me is that they have this great duet, and they insist on having this fucking Inception horn smack you in the face right in the middle of it!” He irritably gestured at the screen and shook his head. “I told them, ‘Hey, this isn’t going to work, it’s gonna ruin what you’re going for.’ If they let the violins and strings fade off, let it pause for a full measure, then let the horn go. I.. I don’t get people sometimes. I really don’t.”
Freya wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Poor Connie,” she pouted, making said composer roll his eyes, “Stuck with heathens with horrid musical composition.” Nuzzling him, she idly traced little hearts on his chest. “How about you take a break, hm? Spend some time with your angelo?~” Connie’s heart beat that little bit faster when her voice dropped down to that purr. “When we woke up wasn’t enough?” he said casually, looking at her with a raised brow. This time she rolled her eyes, taking his chin in her hand. “You think you’re funny when you say that, don’t you?”
“I always am.”
She snorted and shook her head. “You’re delusional, that's what you are.” Kissing him one last time, and holding it for a few seconds, she pulled away, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “You’re also lucky you’re so handsome.”
“And because I’m great at sex?” Connie said with a straight face.
She laughed and shook her head again. “I helped you with that, thank you very much.” She turned and started to walk away, putting a little extra sway into her hips. “If you need refreshers, you know where to find me.~”
Admittedly, it took a lot of willpower not to look as she walked out. “Love you too, Freya,” he said, keeping his eyes firmly on the screen. He kept looking at it for a good long while, trying to ignore the images in his head. You know what… he mused to himself, I’ll just send the mess I got to them. See how they like getting decked like that. He quickly wrote up an email, attached the ‘mess’ and then sent it on its merry way. Letting out a deep breath, he stood up, and oh-so-casually went to find his girlfriend.
She was, of course, expecting him. What little clothes she had were abandoned at the foot of their bed. Freya herself reclined upon it, an impish grin on her lips as she laid there, fully exposed with her legs wide open. “Finally got some sense, hm?” she teased, slowly rubbing her clit with two fingers. Connie stared at her like it was the first time seeing her nude. “I just sent them what I had,” he said, eyes filled with a mixture of both love and lust. “They can decide if it’s good or not.” He started to undress quickly, unbuttoning his vest, tossing it aside, then starting on the shirt beneath.
“Good,” Freya purred, watching him with anticipation. “You know, I still don’t get why you dress up when you work at home. Takes time away from… this…” Upon saying that, she pushed her fingers into herself with a sigh, pumping them with the same measured slowness. Connie bit his lip at the sight, fumbling with his belt. “Then you won’t mind if I don’t waste time explaining… again.” Finally getting the belt off, everything else seemed to slip right off, and he clambered onto the bed. “Aaww, that’s no fun,” she pouted, but that quickly went away as he loomed over her, hands on either side of her head.
There was a pause as the pair stared at each other, losing themselves in each other's eyes with small smiles on their lips. Connie finally lowered himself onto Freya, slightly to the side so as to not squish her arm that was still busy. With her free hand, Freya clasped the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. It led to another, then another, and became a gentle makeout session, the couple simply enjoying the taste of each other's lips for a few moments, both of them humming gently. Freya then let out a whimper, pulling away from Connie and holding up her slick fingers. Without hesitation, Connie took them into his mouth, humming a little louder as he cleaned them.
Once he was done, planting a little kiss as he pulled away (making Freya smile, as always), he adjusted his hips so could grind his cock against her pussy. She whimpered again, wrapping her arms around him. “Connie… fuck me…” she breathed, running her nails down his back and making him shiver. “Fuck me… please.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement than that. He made another small adjustment, then slowly pushed his tip into her. They both moaned in unison, gripping each other tightly. He started to thrust, leaning in to kiss her neck. She leaned her head back, moaning his name as his throbbing cock slowly filled her. One hand gripping his head, she dragged the nails of the other down his side. It was a weak spot of his and he shivered even more than before.
They kept at it for a few moments, their moans filling the air as they fucked. Then, one thrust in particular made Freya gasp and arch her back, with an accompanying loud moan. “There!” She breathed, “Right there… fuck, baby… right there…” Connie grinned and sped up this thrusts, his hips slapping against hers. Her moans grew louder and louder, egging him on. He sunk his teeth into her neck and bit down. She cried out, digging her nails into his back. “Connie… Connie… fuuuck…” Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body shaking with pleasure, moans growing in pitch. “I’m… I’m getting-”
She did get to finish her words as he kissed her hard. Her body froze for a brief second, then relaxed with a shudder and a loud moan. Connie moaned with her as he came, pumping his load inside of her. His thrusting slowed as he worked them both down from the high, kissing each other and moaning each other's lips. At last he stopped, and she unlocked her legs. Connie then rolled them onto their sides, pulling her close and nuzzling the top of her head. Freya nuzzled his chest, sighing with content. “Good break?~” she asked, looking up at him with a grin.
Connie smiled back and pecked her lips. “Give me just a few more minutes…” he murmured, running a hand through her hair. “Still need a bit more snuggling.” She chuckled warmly, pecking him back, and duly obliged him.
#idk what to tag this as uh#soviet writings#writers of tumblr#constantine aurelius#freya tuchavesky#connie x freya#conya#? new ship name how bout that lol#nsft#smutt#lemons#is that still a thing idk#honestly i'm a bit rusty at the smutt so uh if it's bad just lemme know lol
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9 people you want to get to know better!
thank you for the tag @wrathofthestag <3 this took me like a week to do but i'm finally getting around to it haha
favorite color: yellow!! it’s my fav, though blue is probably my comfort color
currently reading: just started a marvellous light by freya marke and i’m so excited, i’ve heard such good things about it. fic wise, i’ve been slowly reading bear your soul on the ice by sassysalchow (thank you jack for reccing it <3) and somewhat rereading soul sisters by ackermom here and there (because i'm already missing college and it's the best college au i've ever read)
last song: banditen by alli neumann
last series: last full series was yuri on ice!! but i’m halfway through blue lock at the moment
last movie: barbie (literally cried in the theater)
currently working on: getting ready to build a bookcase! i also need to finish the second part of this ficlet now that life has calmed down a bit. we'll see if that happens this weekend lol
inviting the following to play along (no pressure)! @somethingnurseywoulddo @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl @zimmerdouche @gordiemeow @starthecozy @readyfreddy @doggernaut and anyone else who'd like to join :)
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Idk will anyone see this, but I would love to write small dabbles/ficlets about my OC's (Alois, Arvak and Freya to be exact.)
So, maybe you guys can send me scenario's and asks about them? I'll answer asap, as writing takes time, y'know, and I'm planning to do other things through out the day.
Here's basic info of them;
Arvak - Emeritus Abbey's lone grandpa, who lives the surrounding woods, is socially very limited and disinterested in meeting new people. Big water/earth hybrid ghoul. He doesn't go anywhere without his mysterious lantern and can get violent if you try to touch it.
Alois - Terzo's and whole bands stylist, keeping uniforms and Papal robes in check. Cunning young man with a mischievious and untrustworthy aura, who gathers information to use against others. He doesn't admit it, but he turns Secondo's head when he is in the room - and vice versa.
Freya - TTRPG nerd and dominatrix, Alois' sister. While she's a Satanist, she doesn't work in the Ministry. Tattoo artist and lots of ink on her own skin, too. Has a massive crush on Terzo, but since she becomes awkward even if he is mentioned in romantic context, admires him from far.
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Old sketch for a comic I dropped. This pic continues in a small animation that @airi-p4 made for me. Here’s the link.
The context was: Luka and Marinette were making decorations for Juleka’s and Rose's party. They were using a lot of glitter. It happened that a bit of glitter fell into Luka’s eye. Mari tried to help him take it off. Fortunately the piece of glitter fell off by itself and then they realized how close their faces were...
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And then he kissed me
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by Xx_PseudoPsycho_xX
Thor is pining after Lady Freyja but is too shy to ask her out. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Fandral has an idea.
Words: 1698, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Freya (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)
Relationships: Fandral/Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Accidental Kissing, Ficlet, Asgard (Marvel)
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“If I could have everyone’s attention.” Lip called out across the Alibi Room, the patrons and celebrators of Ian and Mickey’s first wedding anniversary ignoring him, in favour of keeping their attention on their booze, or each other in the case of one particular couple.
“Hey everyone shut the hell up, I’ve got something to say.” Lip tried again yelling at the top of his lungs this time.
“What the fuck Lip?”
“What’s so important?”
“Jesus you trying to burst eardrums or something.”
Lip cleared his throat.
“So a year ago today my little brother got hitched. As you all know I was Ian’s best man.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Shut the fuck up Kermit.”
“Anyway,I didn’t quite manage to perform my best man duties with an awful speech. So I thought it was time to rectify that mistake.” Lip finished, pulling the pages of his written speech down, throwing a shit eating grin at his brother who seemed to have resigned himself to whatever was awaiting him.
“Ten years ago I sat in a stolen car with a fifteen year old Ian, waiting for our wayward mother to exit a DNA testing to see how easily it was going to be for her to steal our youngest brother.”
“Wait what?” Liam piped up before being quickly shushed by those around him.
“Ian seemed upset that day, I mean who wouldn’t right? Didn’t seem strange to me at all but when I asked him none of that seemed to even have crossed his mind. After a little probing I finally got Ian to admit what was actually on his mind, that he was banging out high schools biggest fag basher, Mickey, that he’d gotten him shot, and that he was planning on visiting him in juvie later that day.”
“You cracked after like a month? Jesus Gallagher does secret not mean anything to you?”
“Maybe if you didn’t keep getting shot I wouldn’t have.”
“Kept getting shot for your pasty ass.”
“You love my pasty ass.”
“Anyway.” Lip butted in before they went on any longer, he knew the two of them well enough to know how that one was going to end. “That was in 2011, Ian was a Sophomore, Mickey was still a Freshman I believe?”
His only answer was a middle finger.
“Romances that young don’t tend to last, I didn’t think much of it all honestly. But these two idiots don’t really like to follow expectations. Over the next two years I only heard little bits that made me think they were even still together. Then as it often does shit hit the fan, and Ian was suddenly gone. I couldn’t get him to come back home. But Mickey did, Mickey brought my little brother home and then promptly moved in himself. To Ian’s bedroom floor of course, had to keep up with possibly the worst kept secret in all of the South Side at that point.”
“Hey it wasn’t that badly kept.” Mickey protested.
“It was.” Debbie and Carl chimed in at the same time before side eyeing each other.
“Even I knew.” Added Liam, prompted a laugh from everyone who remembered the three year old boy from all those years ago.
Mickey grumbled as Ian laughed, which Lip took as his sign to continue.
“Now I still didn’t Mickey was good enough.”
He got a joint flipping off from the couple for that.
“He was loud, ate all our food, took my shit, and that was just in the few weeks he camped out on Ian’s floor. When you’re an older sibling, especially in the South Side, it’s your job to protect your younger siblings. Ian was my first younger sibling, the first one I looked out for, only ever wanted what was best for him. But I got so comfortable in that role that I hadn’t even realised I’d been replaced, by what was best for him. Really what I’m trying to say, what I should’ve said a year ago and probably should’ve even said eight years ago, if I could have gotten away with it without being punched out. Is I’m glad you’re part of the family Mick, and I think you’ve been part of it for longer than I realised. Also glad you’re back permanently now, should stop Ian from getting PTSD again from any more encounters with—”
Ian shot up.
“Great speech Lip, you know what’s a good skill? Knowing when to finish.”
“Hey I wanted to know how it finished.”
“No you don’t.” Ian called over his shoulder as he walked towards his brother, pulling him into a hug. “You’re an idiot but thank you.”
“Had to give a proper speech, you’re my brother.”
Footsteps came close, signalling the brothers to pull apart. The glare of his girlfriend met Lip when he looked up.
“You told me you’d never stolen a car?”
“Is that really important now? After everything?” Lip asked in a loud whisper.
“Yes, you lied to me.”
“Technically we didn’t steal the car, Fiona’s boyfriend did and we just burrowed it from him.” Ian butted in.
Tami seemed to be contemplating that when a laugh to his side made Lip turn away from his softening girlfriend. Mickey had made his way back to his husbands side, Ian’s arm slotting its way over his shoulders.
“Real badass Gallagher, burrowing a stolen car, didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Shut up, almost ended up in juvie for that shit.”
“Yeah that would’ve been terrible.” Replied Mickey, wriggling his eyebrows.
The two of them seemingly forgetting they were talking to anybody else, Lip made a gesture with his head to Tami to leave the two of them to whatever when Mickey suddenly turned back to him.
“That was a err nice speech.” He said, rubbing his thumb over his lip.
“No problem.” Replied Lip, beginning to walk away. “Just so you know I’m giving speeches at all your anniversary parties from now on, got years worth of unfortunate information.”
He didn’t look back but could hear his brother groaning behind him.
#shameless#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#gallavich#lip gallagher#liam gallagher#tami tamietti#shameless fanfic#gallavich ficlet#outsider pov#this is pure self indulgence tbh#also sorry if this doesn’t make much sense#I’m having a bit of a bad long Covid day but I wanted to get this and another little fic finished before Sunday#and they’re inevitable made non-canon#Freya’s fics
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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Sophie Moore (Batwoman) x Freya Mikaelson (The Originals)
Requested by @the-demons-behind-your-smile
Freya ducks down behind the makeshift shelter Sophie's created from a long table. She nearly startles her, Sophie's hands already moving to raise her gun, but she quickly places a hand on her wrist.
Recognition comes, then Sophie sighs, briefly closing her eyes. "You really need to not sneak up on me, especially when we're literally trying to avoid being murdered by people we can't find."
"Couldn't find," Freya corrects, and procures the few strands of hair from her pocket. "I did a more basic but also slightly more complicated version of a locator spell and projected myself to where they are in the building."
Sophie's eyes grow and her mouth starts to open, some incredulous lecture about to fall out.
"Don't worry, they couldn't see me," Freya waves it off, "but they're up on the third floor now and have a lot of weapons, so either you call for backup from the rest of the Crows, or your strange vigilante ex, or you let me use magic on them..."
She trails off, making it clear which option she'd prefer. Sophie groans, but she visibly relaxes, her hands loosening on the gun.
A beat passes in silence and Freya just waits for her decision, watching her expression. There's the slightest twitch to her right eyebrow and she knows before Sophie even opens her mouth.
"Fine," she says, "but can you promise me that you won't kill any of them?"
"When have I ever killed anyone?" Freya asks, furrowing her eyebrows, and Sophie's shoot up with a scoff. "You can't count the vampires who tried to attack us back in New Orlenas, I've told you a million times that they don't count."
"Yes, I absolutely can and they do."
"They were going to kill us. And, I'm not even sure I actually did enough damage to kill them. They were probably just, you know, desiccated for a couple hours."
Sophie gives her that disbelieving, exasperated look. A muffled crash stops Freya from replying. It's followed by faint voices, shouting over each other a floor above.
"Alright, you use your magic on them, keep them distracted, I'll find a way around so I can find your sister, okay?" Sophie says, and Freya nods. "Though, knowing Rebekah, I have a feeling all that noise has something to do with her."
Freya grins. "There's a good chance."
She follows at the motion Sophie makes, leaving the hiding spot and crossing the empty room, avoiding the shells littering the floor. Something about the sight of all the empty cells with their rusty doors wide open makes her skin crawl. Asylums aren't really her favourite places to be considering, and Arkham certainly isn't the best of them all.
They quickly climb the stairs, light on their feet. When they reach the corner, Freya stops them from rounding it.
The shouting is much clearer now. Sure enough, she catches Rebekah's voice in the mix. Screaming, swearing. Threatening, of course, mostly to tear someone's head off with her teeth like a ripper and also to descale someone.
"Killer Croc?" Freya mouths. "I thought he was dead."
Sophie silently groans. "I guess Arkham wanted him alive for something. These idiots. God knows how many other inmates are running around in here."
"Unlucky for us to have gotten trapped in the middle of a riot-induced lockdown, huh?" Freya jokes.
Sophie cracks a grin. "More unlucky for them, I'd say."
Freya mirrors her grin. She throws a quick look around the corner to count.
"Seven inmates," she mutters to Sophie. "Five guns, one sword, and one... knife-cane thing? But she also looks like she might have a grenade on her so I'm not feeling too confident about her."
"Red hair? Really pale? Scars around her mouth?" Sophie asks urgently.
Freya checks again, then nods.
"That's Duela, Joker's kid. She'll definitely have something else on her. Probably explosive. Definitely lethal."
Freya draws back to look at her. Rebekah's still cursing everyone somewhere down the hall, her rather graphic threats bouncing off the walls. For the most part, she sounds unharmed and in little danger, but royally pissed.
"Alright, how do you wanna do this?" Sophie asks.
Thinking for a second, Freya's grin widens. "Remember our first anniversary?"
Sophie's face lights up in understanding, saying, "Of course. Werewolf pack. Hostage situation."
Freya raises her eyebrows, and Sophie nods.
"Let's do it."
The arguing rises up louder. With a wave of her hand, Freya mutters, "Invisique."
#batwoman#the originals#sophie moore#freya mikaelson#freya x sophie#sophie x freya#moodboard#aesthetic#ficlet#drabble#rowing the rarepair rowboat#myedit*#they would be very very good together#and they are very married#sophie is comfortable with who she is and very in love#the-demons-behind-your-smile
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11. A kiss on the inside of the wrist
Thank you @dickeybbqpit and @reverienne for both asking for this one. Apparently I have a weakness for this, but have kind of ended up on the bittersweet side of things. It’s given me a chance to think about new canon too, so thank you x
Nostalgia
It’s an unfair move, against all the rules that she thinks they’ve been dancing around, an old affectionate habit he has no right to use anymore, yet Freya justs watches as Thom’s lips brush her knuckles. He turns her hand palm up in his, just like he used to, and for all her good intentions of leaving, she lets him draw her closer.
There’s a treacherous kind of nostalgia in that moment, the kind that tricks the mind into thinking the chill mountain air isn’t so bitingly cold, that the shuffling of hooves from the stalls might actually be the synchronised steps of dancers, and that the whispering breeze carries strains of long forgotten music. It’s practically been ten years and she still remembers it all like it was yesterday; it’s a curse and a blessing all at once.
Thom’s grey-blue eyes never leave hers, posing an unspoken question - permission that never used to be asked for when they could read each other so very well, back when it was all a game to them.
Oh but now his expression is so much softer than all those years ago.
The whole world has changed between then and now, and still Freya’s breath hitches in the back of her throat as he draws her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.
She can’t help the amused smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth when soft bristles tickle against the sensitive skin. The beard is new, different, but not unpleasantly so - she has to scold herself for thinking it’s something she could get used to. She wonders if Thom can feel how fast her heart is racing, because to her it feels embarrassingly fast, ready to rid her of any last hope of dignity by breaking free from her chest.
It’s all too easy in the moment to let the loneliness force aside her doubts, to push away the bitterness and only remember the sweet memories. He always was intoxicating; even now when the cockiness has been replaced with a soul-aching sadness that he tries in vain to hide, she can’t deny the need to have him close.
Just a moment longer, she promises herself, I really have to go. She’s told herself these lies before, when she knew that smirk was trouble, and she broke the promises then too. But every time it was worth it. Almost every time.
Freya presses her palm to Thom’s cheek, brushing a thumb across his cheekbone, and for just a little while she smiles at him, and he smiles back at her, and they really could be all those years ago.
But life isn’t that kind, especially not to her, and all too soon the bubble bursts, the moment collapsing around them like a house of cards caught by a sudden gust of frigid mountain air. And he’s sad. And she’s hurt. And they aren’t in Val Royeaux, they’re in a rickety barn in a mountain fortress, with the whole world falling apart around them.
#popping my head up from my semi-hiatus with mini ficlet#i blame my migraine for the angst#freya trevelyan#blackwall x trevelyan#freywall#freya x thom#dragon age fic#dai
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I don’t remember where I was going with this but it's pretty good
Falling in love wasn't slow, not for Blitzen. Ironic he supposed, being the child of a love goddess, of course he'd fall hard and fast. The first time he laid eyes on the half-dead elf, who'd fallen on top of him out of thin air and broken his nose, he was already doomed. Doomed yes, because love wasn't a blessing. Not to him. It rarely was easy for anyone but love really felt like a curse to him. He hadn't wanted to be in love with Hearthstone, his best, and for a long time only, friend. Love was messy and got in the way. He didn't know how Hearth would react, him, a dwarf, another boy, in love with him. It would ruin everything, Blitzen was sure of it. They had such a strong bond, such a good thing going, he didn't want to risk their friendship. Being in love with Hearthstone felt selfish and greedy. The elf had been so alone through his childhood, he needed a friend, not a lover. Blitzen wouldn't deny him that. So he tried to forget, tried to force those feelings down and hope they'd go away. But love isn't a singular feeling, it isn't easy to separate and cut away. The strangest most random things would set off butterflies in Blitzen's stomach. Hearthstone would do something as simple as lay back with a book, turning its pages with his graceful nimble fingers, and the dwarf would be overwhelmed with affection for him. Hearth gives him a slight smile while teasing him and Blitzen felt his heart seize in his chest. It was constant, always there, no avoiding it. Torture. Pure torture. He didn't know what to do. Hearthstone was way too important to him to pull away, he didn't think he could at this point. They needed each other, like the earth needed the sun, like the sea needed the moon, like a bird needed the wind, like- You get the idea. They supported and balanced each other, irreversibly tangled together it was much too late for that to change. Still, Blitzen tried to hold himself at bay, for the both of them. He called Hearthstone bud, buddy, he'd laugh and joke, but he never touched him. He never initiated contact. He thought maybe that would help. But that didn't do anything once Hearthstone started wanting to hug him, stand close, poke him, practically hanging off him. The elf didn't get very touchy-feely with anyone else, just with Blitzen..... The fact that he was special didn't help.
#Sometimes I look through my wips and find pretty good stuff that I'll never finish#because I don't remember where it was going or how it'd end#dabble#short ficlet#I guess#magnus chase and the gods of asgard#blitzstone#blitzen x hearthstone#blitzen/hearthstone#blitzen son of freya#mcga blitzen#mcga hearthstone#hearthstone alderman#myfanfics
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Spin the Bottle - 💋
OC Kiss Week 2019
Featuring @lyrium-lovesong 's gorgeous Freya Lavellan, my Ayelet, and their canon LIs.
“I have never heard of this game, lethallan.” Solas leaned forward in his chair, his expression cheerful even in the low light of the remaining candles. The hour was late, and only the two couples remained in the Inquisitor's private dining quarters. Warmed by wine and ale and pleasant conversation, affection was flowing as freely as the drink, and there was no shortage of embarrassing stories from their childhoods.
“Something you haven't learned in the Fade, then?” Freya tried to muffle her laughter in Cullen's shoulder. “It's Cullen's game. He played it in Templar school.”
“Training.” Cullen's voice had no edge as he feigned taking Freya's drink away – she scoffed and put up a small fight until he gave in – then took a sip of his ale. “And I never took part in this one. It was popular among my less studious peers.”
“So let's have it, then. Another card game that ends with you naked?” Ayelet threw a leg over Solas's lap and his hand fell on her thigh, somewhere he'd never dare touch her while sober and in mixed company.
Cullen's face, already ruddy from drinking, burned at the memory of last month's game of Wicked Grace. He shook his head. “No, no. It's… a kissing game.” He put his bottle to his lips, downed what was left, then laid it on its side in the center of the table. “Take an empty bottle of ale, spin it like this, and whoever it lands on has to kiss the spinner.”
“Well the first one's easy, vhenan.” Cullen's lazy demonstration of how to play landed on Freya. She turned his face towards hers.
“What- now?!”
Ayelet whistled, a sorry sound coming from drunken lips, but Freya winked at her effort to cheer them on.
“Yes, now! It's only us down here, live a little, Commander.” She lowered her voice at the use of his title. Ayelet and Solas exchanged a sideways glance, neither questioning how or why Cullen's spirit was suddenly bolstered.
Freya pulled Cullen to her by his collar, grazing her lips across his before kissing him properly. She released his shirt but, to everyone's surprise, Cullen was slow to pull away.
“Commander, we've never seen this side of you!” Ayelet fanned herself. “Alright, my turn.”
She gave the bottle a strong twirl, but after a couple of spins it stopped unnaturally on Solas.
“That's cheating!” Freya pointed at him!
A triumphant smirk on his lips, he shrugged. “There were no rules against it. I suppose Templars cannot plan for everything.”
Solas slid an arm around Ayelet's waist and pulled her against his side. The hand that once sat on her thigh came up to rest under her chin, his thumb stroking her bottom lip.
“Oh, Creators, get on with it,” Freya groaned and poured herself another cup of wine.
Ayelet leaned into him, mouth already parted and a hand bunched in his shirt.
They separated when Freya cleared her throat. “A little excited, were we?”
They went on spinning for a few more rounds after establishing that Solas could not magically stop a spin. Between the increasingly intimate couples’ kisses there was one mutually blush-inducing kiss between Yel and Cullen, two awkward pecks for Solas and Freya, and a kiss between Cullen and Solas that was more well-received than either expected.
Ayelet glanced between the men and her friend. “I think I saw some tongue in that one. Freya?”
“Definitely tongue. Definitely a lot of tongue, I can tell by that thing Cullen does-”
“Alright!” Cullen clapped and handed a bottle to Freya. “Shall we have one more spin before bed?”
Still giggling, Freya took the last spin. Around and around the circle it sped, and with that same unnatural jerk as before, it stopped on Ayelet.
“Solas!” The disgruntled chorus didn't bother him in the slightest as he leaned back in his seat with a fresh cup of wine.
“It's the only match we haven't seen tonight. If anything, this keeps things balanced.”
Cullen nodded. “Actually, he's right. Balance is important. This is fair.”
“Fine,” Ayelet scolded, “But next time, no. magic.” Solas lifted a hand in defeat.
Freya and Ayelet stood and shook off their annoyance, took a deep breath together and focused on each other.
The first kiss was soft, a quick press of Freya's bottom lip between Yel's. Enough purchase to keep them close even though Solas and Cullen were already congratulating them on the task.
Foreheads still together, the warm breath of the other on their faces, they leaned in again. Firm this time, bodies close; the click of teeth dampened by tongues, the tug of a bitten lip, a soft moan that could have been from either of them; and hands wandering from waist to ribs, into curls, squeezing backsides and hips, until finally a breast was palmed and Cullen stood, his chair squeaking across the sticky floor.
“I think it's time for bed, don't you, Solas?”
Solas gulped as the women pulled themselves away, their faces red with anything but embarrassment. “Time-” he cleared his throat, “Time for bed, indeed.”
#oc kiss week 2019#lyrium lovesong#freya lavellan#ayelet lavellan#cullen rutherford#solas#just a bunch of drunk babies#idk this was fun#what is characterization??? i deleted her number#I'm so glad you liked this christina!#writing these kisses has been so fun#and yel/freya getting their dudes all hot and bothered was fun#i had to write some couple on couple teasing after your little yel/freya friend ficlet
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Chaptered Stories Masterlist
Here are all my long chaptered stories, everything on this list will be atleast ten chapters long. my shorter fics are here on my Ficlet Masterlist and onshots drabbles and headcannons are here on my Oneshot Masterlist
Updated 26/05/21
Latest Teaser Dump UPDATED AUGUST 21!!
Disclaimer and my stance on RPF
Henry Cavill Reader Series
An of chance meeting on a dog walk was all it took to change your life. Now here you were young and in love with the sweetest sexiest man on the planet…All thanks to a certain Bear stealing your ball.
A Walk In The Park / / Family Drama🥵
Married to the man of your dreams and a little girl of your own life was good…But not boring, it was never boring in the Cavill household.
No Boyfriends / / A Baby Brother! / / Tadpoles And Eggs / / Right Of Passage / / The Home Coming / / Two More Bedrooms / / Their Ours(Halloween Special) / / The Disco Fiasco (Christmas Special)
You find yourself in lock down trapped inside going mad, but just because you wasn’t going out didn’t mean you had to let yourself go!
The Cut / / The Manicure / / Waxing
Quarantine was going to suck, at least that’s what you thought but when Henry finds out your kinks everything changes now quarantine was the perfect time to explore all of your kinks and fetishes. suddenly being trapped in the house with Henry wasn’t so bad…Except maybe the Spankings?
Quarantine Kink Conversations 🥵 / / A Man And His Cat🥵 / / Weighted decisions🥵 / / Day In The Sun 🥵 / / Daddy’s Care 🥵 / / What The Telly Man Says 🥵
Working onset with a man you had been crushing on for years should be simple just avoid him and sneak peaks right? but this becomes impossible when suddenly the directors need you to stand in for a main role when an actress bails. Now here you were suited and booted an untrained actress playing a love interest of your celeb crush. But it would seem Mr Cavill is smitten with you to and now Joey, Freya and Anya are all trying to play match maker. Even Kal is helping. God help you.
1 / 2 /3 🥵/ 4 / 5 / 6 🥵/ 7 / 8 / 9 🥵/ 10 / 11 🥵/ 12 / 13🥵 / 14🥵 / 15🥵
Moving to Kansas was a last minuet thing but escaping to the other side of the world had its benefits. Like the amazing woman across the field who has become your best friend despite you being younger then her son. And speaking of son he was definitely a bonus to this move. what started as a fake date to a party has grown into the best relationship you have ever had!
The Neighbours Son / / I Didn’t Know This Was A Date🥵 / / Because Its The Truth / / Perfect Little Size Queen🥵 / / Home Sweet Home 🥵 / / You’re A Little High Love (CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)
Gotham was a cruel place for anyone…But orphan Meta human? the worst! A traumatic life filled with psychiatrists, medication and now foster homes you have fled to the streets. But the league has found you and now after a life alone trusting no one you find yourself adopted by none other than Clark Kent himself and your not sure what to make of it…
I Just Move Things / / Phsychokinesis / / Broken Bones And New Homes / / Undercooked Popcorn / / Grandma Knows Best
Bruce had seen it all! Fucked them all models, dancers, strippers, big girls, tall girls, small girls and everything in-between. But never once had he said to himself he was taking her home to keep, not once had he wanted a woman to stay in the manor with his children not until he saw you. He wasn’t sure if it was how you mothered Damien or how you became a scary protective mama bear when provoked, but he was certain that you are exactly when he and his family needed and you wasn’t going anywhere.
If They Get Married I’d Be Your Uncle / / Ghosting A Wayne🥵 / / The Final Wayne’s / / Admiring The View 🥵 / /Billionaires Bae-by / / Day At The Race / / Meeting The Bat / / Brucie Baby~🥵 / / My Mothers Recipe Book / /Interview With Mr Wayne🥵 / / Love From Mum (Christmas Special/Fluff/Angst)
Humanity has fallen. Superman snapped and now he is a god. The justice league split and a war broke out. Now a new Regime has taken hold. But things are not going smoothly for Kal and Diana, they are two doms in love, locked in a battle of wills. But just when Diana think all is lost Kal suggests getting a human, a sub. A little to explore their mummy/ daddy kink.
1 / / 2 / / 3🥵
You find yourself pulled into a foreign world but this hunk and his posse seem to have a plan so everything is good!
Pastry Negotiations / / The Ground Rules🥵 / / It All Worked Out In The End / / There’s A Head On Your Horse / / Don't Leave Camp / / The Little Lords Hairless Prick
A tourist stranded in Gilead and an Apostle. It should never work but it did. Apostles are the top of the food chain in Gilead the most notorious being Commander Cavill who’s name ignites fear in the highest of commanders. On the face of it Henry is smug and cruel but honestly he is just Angry and wants to make Gilead pay so here you both were trying to survive this new brutal world and grant a few justices along the way.
1 / 2 / 3 🥵?/ 4 🥵/ 5
He saw you. He wanted you. He took you. But now? Now he must train you and fight for you. You were his trophy and he was the king of this town he’d be damned if anyone takes you away especially some CIA little prick!
1 🥵/ 2 🥵/ 3 / 4 🥵/ 5 🥵/ 6 🥵/ 7 🥵/ 8 / 9 🥵/ 10🥵 / 11 🥵/ 12🥵 / 13🥵 / 14(Final)
Sherlock has been taken with a young woman for a while her fiery and frankly childish disposition has ensnared him. The only problem is that she just happens to be the daughter of his and Mycroft’s best friend from childhood Charles Adams. Now at eighteen it is time for her to marry but there’s a problem. She has hysteria and refuses to take a husband. So when Sherlock offers to take her off her fathers hands who is Charles to kick a gift horse in the mouth?
1 🥵/ 2 / 3 / 4🥵
Anne Boleyn seems to think she’s queen already and can order around anyone at court. But you are something entirely different something she and her family wasn’t prepared for. You refuse to become a lady of hers and she is not pleased now she is devising a plan to have you removed from court permanently. But there are a great many things Mistress Anne does not yet understand and She is about to learn a valuable lesson. The kings court is just that. The Kings. Not hers.
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