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00queasy00 · 2 months

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queasy's recent fic recs

multiship + mulitfandom. i apologize for my silly thoughts, i am not well-worded in explaining my thoughts and feelings. i tried.

how i placed the names in the shipname order is not relevant. fandoms mentioned: Harry Potter, Code Geass, Hazbin Hotel, and Boku no Heros

please read and understand the tags and warnings on each story before reading :3

Second Best by onbeinganangel

Regulus/Harry - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summarry: Can you make me like you wanted him? Because I do. - Thoughts: A very very tasty read >:) The mix of lust, grief, curiosity, and yearning for something more was a

Chains of Fantasia by Persephone1 and LawliPop

Suzaku/Lelouch/Zero - Code Geass - Rated Mature

Summarry: It is the nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand in the Avalon Opera House when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera?/ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch - Thoughts: A BEAUTIFUL mix of The Phandom of the Opera 2004 movie and Code Geass! It is not exactly a retelling with code geass characters, BUT a inspired story that follows the movie's plot points on-and-off throughout the story.

Wolf Like Me by purpjools

Angel Dust/Alastor - Hazbin Hotel - Rated Explicit

Summary: Forging an alliance through marriage is an old tradition among the more criminally inclined families of New York. It's a dated one, in Anthony's opinion. Out of touch and definitely not in vogue. Unfortunately Fortunately, the antiquarian suddenly engaged to his sister his sister's fiancé has other plans. - Thoughts: A delicious read of Anthony's attraction and desire towards his sister's husband-to-be. I love how queer Alastor is presented here and the struggle of gender and self identity Anthony goes throughout the story.

deadbolt by pwplicity (duplicity)

Tom Riddle/Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summary: Tom is stunning at sixteen. He has always been an exception in a sea of mediocrity, a chameleon of sorts, conducting himself with the arrogance of genius astride the pity of orphanhood. Each facet of Tom Riddle is a domino on the path of Voldemort; it is up to you to divert them. Or: Harry goes back in time again, and again, and again. - Thoughts: A very interesting take and presentation of Harry traveling back in time again and again! I love the absolute terror Tom is in his own way each and every time. Also Harry's spiral is fun too.

That's Money, Honey by Divida, pwplicity (duplicity)

Tom Riddle/Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summarry: Tom is a dear friend to many beautiful older women who love to treat him like their beloved son by spoiling him with presents. It is the perfect gateway to the perfect lifestyle—one full of frequent spa days, free holidays abroad, and all of the latest fashions. When Auror Harry Potter claims to be investigating Tom's 'inappropriate' relationships, Tom decides the best course of action is to instigate some 'inappropriate' behaviour of his own. - Thoughts: Spoiled greedy Tom, a babygirl that needs and deserves the best, even if the best is that disaster of an Auror Harry Potter >:)

It Grows on You by lordmarvoloriddle

Tom Riddle/Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summary: Every single day, with dead precision, at Tom’s orders, Borgin would lead the poorly dressed unlucky persons who wandered into Borgin & Burkes into the back of the shop and acquire precious body parts. And then the boy. - Thoughts: This one had me feeling haunted for days after reading it. A truly dark story that was wrapped so nicely in beautiful writing and presentation.

Tomorrow brings them true by asterismal (asterisms)

Tom Riddle / Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Mature

Summary: The boy from District 1 is staring again. - Thoughts: The soulseeker boys in a Hunger Games Au >:) So so SOOO good. I am eating up Harry's pure distrust and anger at Tom being a menace for personal gain.

malediction by eleven_eaves for merrivale

Tom Riddle / Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summary: After Harry gets thrown into Kings’ Cross station at limbo during the Final Battle, he faces a choice—to return to the present or go to another time. Unfortunately, not everything goes as planned when he shows up in 1943 and finds himself only able to speak Parseltongue. As the only other student who can speak Parseltongue, Tom is assigned to be Harry’s guide throughout the remainder of the school year. - Thoughts: I love love the pure chaos and power moves played in this story!!! The absolute sass and snarks between the two was so fun to read.

Worth The Wait by midoriyasour

Midoriya / Shinsou - Boku no Hero Academia - Rated Explicit

Summary: Izuku didn’t mind being a virgin. He didn’t. He was just a little jealous, but nobody had to know that. - Thoughts: The build up and Hitoshi's absolute respect and care towards Midoriya's feelings was so very sweet : )

Twisted Mirror by Lomonaaeren

Harry / Harry - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Part 1 of a 2 fic series

Summary: Devastated in the aftermath of Sirius’s death, Harry goes to the Room of Requirement and asks for someone who will understand him. Why he then gets delivered a copy of his alternate dimension, much scarier self will remain a mystery - Thoughts: This series was so good!!! The equal footing, despite Hadrian being older and from another dimension, was something I did not expect but was very very happy to read about. I love the way the two are similar yet different yet know the other so well -- consider they are the same person from different dimensions. A banger of a series >:3

#fic recs #fics #rambles

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milady-pink · 7 months

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Waitress AU

Warnings: Food/baking, domestic abuse, unplanned pregnancy, cheating

Summary: Working at a dead end job, waitress Christine soon finds herself with a new problem: an unplanned pregnancy. Life is all about trying to find the sweet spots and luckily this pie genius has a new (and pretty adorkably sexy) OBGYN, who isn’t too happy at home either.

TL;DR Quirky cute and sexy Erik as a doctor, lab coat and all.

Word Count: 1499 || Graphics: @firefly-graphics

"I Didn't Plan It "

Recipe Book

AO3

It was a chilly morning, the sun having just risen to warm the world with her glistening rays. Christine left home early this morning, a hungover Raoul still asleep as she shuffled around their room getting dressed. Currently walking the short walk from the bus stop to the diner, and a certain masked physician was occupying any and all thoughts of the waitress. It’s been about three weeks since their little rendezvous, but with his face, hands, and lips so vividly in her mind’s eye, it felt like yesterday. There was only one part of her brain that reserved any and all thoughts the many pie recipes that her little affair has inspired in her.

“I Wanna Play With My Gynecologist Pie”, filled with vanilla custard, drizzled with warm melted caramel. Nuts! Totally nuts, but what isn’t nowadays? On top, honey kissed whipped cream and a banana! Maybe hold the banana.

Oh, wake the hell up, Christine!

How about “I Can’t Have An Affair Because It’s Wrong and I Don’t Want Raoul To Kill Me Pie”. Add cold water to chocolate stirrups. NO! Syrup. Pour it into a super flakey crust, almost breaking. Do not overbake, could explode at any minute….

So occupied by her thoughts of her husband finding out about her more than friendly relationship with her doctor, Christine walked right through the doors of the diner. The little silver bell alerted a very different couple that they now had an audience back in the kitchen. As she continued walking, Christine got a front row seat to the tango of Carlotta and Piangi.

“Oh my god!” She screamed, turning around and making her way back out to the diner’s seating area. “I-I didn’t see anything, promise. I just gotta find somewhere to throw up.”

Emerging from the back kitchen, fully clothed, Carlotta approached the girl, ready to explain herself. “Christine, it just happened.” She told the younger waitress, no remorse in her tone.

“Bu—but Piangi?…. Piangi?”

The redhead shrugged, “He’s got these strong warm hands… I wasn’t goin’ around lookin’ for it, just an accident.”

“An accident? Droppin’ a plate is an accident, not an affair. Piangi didn’t just… trip into your hooha!” Christine practically shrieked, alarmed that her friend has seemingly no regrets about her infidelity.

Crossing her arms she answered her. “Oh c’mon, I’m just havin’ me a small adventure after years and years of livin’ stagnant. It started to get so empty down there, you coulda heard an echo.”

A girl has needs, Christine reasoned. “Bu-but what about your husband?”

The older woman huffs. “You mean my husband that wears diapers, curses every other word, and sleeps on the couch?”

“Then why don’t you just leave him, get a divorce?” Christine was trying hard, but she could not for the life of her see how anything makes cheating on your spouse okay.

“I love him, that’s why! Even if I have to change his diaper three times a day, that’s not a reason to leave someone. What kinda person would I be to do that?”

“What kind of person has an affair with Piangi, who happens to be married to Phyllis?”

“Piangi thinks she’s gay, haven’t slept together in 15 years.”

“Well… most married couples go years without sleeping together. But we know Phyllis she’s not—,” well, “maybe— but if he thinks she’s gay, why don’t they get a divorce?”

“Because he loves her! What kinda man leaves his wife cause she’s gay?” Even though she was making a point, an awkward silence fell over the two women.

“But she—“ Christine tried to say.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be my friend, not Phyllis?” Carlotta asked, sounding hurt that she would defend the other woman. “Besides, I didn’t say a word about your mornin’ visit to the doc and how you came back with your dress on inside out ‘cause you were preoccupied puttin’ the pap back in smear.”

Now it was Christine’s turn to defend her actions. “That was a one time thing, I wasn’t in my right mind. I put a stop to it.”

“Oh, of course you did.” Said Carlotta, not believing a word her friend says.

“What’s that mean?” Christine asked, offended by her sarcasm.

The older woman was a little fed up with her friend’s ’Holier Than Thou’ attitude towards cheating, telling her, “Just go into your pantry Christine— bake yourself a Bury The Bullshit Pie.”

Crossing her arms in defense, she fought back with harsh words of her own. “Well, don’t you have me all figured out. You always do, the world according to Carlotta—“

“God Christine, don’tchya get it?” She let out, incredibly frustrated with how this conversation has turned them against each other. “You’re no better than me now. You’re still ridin’ your high horse, not admitting to yourself that you're cheating just like me. We’ve both made mistakes that we'll have to deal with, but you still don’t get why? Christine, if I had the perfect life, or at least one where I got laid every once in a while, then I would say the same things as you. But now, knowing my life isn’t gonna get any better anytime soon, I had to find somethin’ to enjoy; we all do.”

“But, how can you find somethin’ else with another man? If you love your husband, why not stay loyal?” She regretted the word the minute it flew out of her mouth, even more so when she saw Carlotta bristle.

“I didn’t plan on any of this. On havin’ a husband who wouldn’t be able to satisfy parts of me I thought I was fine without; turns out I need some lovin’ every now and again. I love my husband, but I’m not satisfied with certain aspects of our relationship. For starters, I feel more like a caretaker to him than a wife. Secondly, I wanted someone to come along and take care of me for once, not the other way around. It could have been any guy, but it turned out to be Piangi. And ya wanna know why?” She didn’t wait for Christine to answer. “Because he’s missin’ out in his marriage too. Yeah its the sex, but its deeper than that. We found somethin’ within each other that our spouses couldn’t give, but that doesn’t mean we don’t love everything else they give us.”

“Carlotta, I can’t go there.”

“Honey, you already are. Everyone is lookin’ for somethin’ to keep themselves from going crazy in this life, it comes in different forms. Drugs, alcohol, sex, you name it. I don’t regret a thing because I know damn well that if my husband, or Phyllis for that matter, was in the same position they’d do the same thing.” She paused, wondering if she’s about to ask the right questions.

“Tell me somethin’, why did you do it with your doc, huh? Something in you was dyin’ to get out, somethin’ Raoul doesn’t give you. Was it his words, his smile? Or maybe you needed somethin’ to remind yourself that you're alive, too used to the borin’ and mundane life you’ve got.” Christine, starting to realize the allure, looked down at her worn shoes. “I won’t speak for anyone but myself, but if this life isn’t gonna offer me anything else, I’ll find my pleasure elsewhere.”

A moment of silence came over the diner, Christine realizing her mistake. “Carlotta, I’m sorry. I always thought people were either black or white, that those who claimed to be grey where lyin’. I didn’t know havin’ an affair was such a hard thing to come to terms with, until I had one of my own. It’s always easier to judge other people than be honest with yourself.” She let out a humorless laugh. “I took out a lot of the guilt I’m feelin’ for myself against you, turning it into judgement.”

The curvy waitress went over and hugged her pregnant friend, telling her she accepted the apology. As they parted, an arms length away, Christine told her, “But I am not gonna sleep with him again, that is certain.”

Giving her a knowing look, Carlotta had to give her friend one last piece of advice. “You might not think so right nor, hun, but even if you do remember: you gotta find the sweet parts of this shit pie we call life.”

That caused both girls to laugh, happy to have an ally in this desolate town again.

Christine went into the, thankfully, empty pantry and began to gather the supplies needed for the day’s pies. As she baked, she couldn’t help but remember how two large warm hands enveloped her body, nor the thin pink lips that left gentle kisses over her naked body. Opening her eyes, she noticed her dough was starting to look rather phallic.

She didn’t want to, but she had to put a stop to their affair before it got messy. And from the flour on her hands, Christine knew messy.

#phantom of the opera #christine daae #raoul de chagny #erik destler #musical fanfic #waitress #sara bareilles #pies

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thedragonnerd · 3 years

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Rayaari headcanon - let's go back to school with a rival teachers AU

(inspired by this lovely anon)

When it comes to science teachers - and indeed, teachers overall at the school - Miss Raya is one of the most popular. She's not much older than the oldest students themselves, full of a somewhat chaotic energy that keeps the classroom energized, and a willingness to blow things up in the name of science and education, no matter how much it exasperates Headmaster Dang Hai.

Miss Raya is also popular thanks to her legendary (at least amongst the students, although arguably also in the teachers' lounge) rivalry with the History teacher Miss Namaari, whose classroom sits opposite her own.

Miss Namaari is simultaneously feared and admired by the students. She rarely cracks a smile, and there are so many stories about how scary she can be when angry, that no-one tries to misbehave in her class. Despite this, she keeps classes interesting with her lesson plans, forever challenging her students and ensuring they are engaged enough to receive some of the highest marks in the school.

There are all sorts of rumours as to why both teachers seem to be in an endless rivalry, starting from the week they both began work at the school.

Some students believe it's because they are always in competition to win the "Teacher of the Year" and the "Best Department" trophies at the school's annual award shows, and are therefore trapped in a battle to see who can encourage their students for the best grades and feedback.

Others think that it's simply because they have very different views of the world. Between classes, when the students are shuffling to their next subject, it is common to see both teachers standing on guard beside their own classroom doors, arms crossed and glaring at each other from opposite sides of the hallway. Most of the time, this is accompanied by an ongoing debate of the day, where they argue with raised voices over the general noise of the students on a dizzying array of topics. There seems to be no coherent theme to their debates, but no doubt whatever they are discussing, they'll be on opposite sides of the argument.

The most believed, and perhaps most simplistic answer, is that Miss Namaari is simply and consistently annoyed by Miss Raya and her unusual ways of teaching, and in return, Raya thrives on annoying her further. At least once a week, and undoubtedly after one of her signature loud scientific experiments, the door to Raya’s classroom will bang open, and Miss Namaari will be peering inside with a glower on her face, saying ‘Yet again, Miss Heart, your classroom is being utterly disruptive to my students.’

Sisu however, has a very different theory as to what is going on between her two teachers. ‘Sexual tension,’ she says wisely, between mouthfuls of her lunch. Noi makes a disgusted sound next to her – at her eating habits or her theory, it isn’t clear. ‘Can’t be sexual tension,’ she refutes. ‘Firstly, because ew. And secondly, because Miss Raya is happily married.’ Sisu doesn’t have an argument for that second point – Miss Raya indeed does seem very in love with her wife.

It was something the students discovered early on in Raya’s time teaching at the school. She wears a small and simplistic silver band around her finger – not something that appears to be a wedding ring at all. But one day, a student makes a joke about her ‘husband’, causing Miss Raya to flush bright red. ‘Wife, actually,’ she mutters, and then continues on with the class as if nothing happened. But her smile in that moment lights up the room.

A while later, one of the braver students asks her about her wife, and the ring. It’s so unusual for them to meet an adult in a non-straight relationship, and there are many teenagers who hang onto her words curiously and hopefully as she explains the origins of the ring. ‘We were 18 and had no money,’ she explains with a faraway smile on her face. ‘She proposed anyway, because we didn’t want to wait. And this ring was all she could afford. She’s asked me several times if I want a new ring now we have money all these years later, but there’s no need to change perfection.’

Students are smart, and students are sneaky. They are quick to notice if they ask at the start of the lesson about Raya’s wife, even a quick ‘how is she?’, then Raya will be a lot happier and cheerier during class…leading to more chaos and excitement.

‘My wife made me watch an entire marathon of Star Trek,’ she says one day, with a bright smile, when they ask about her weekend.

‘She tried to make you all cookies, but accidentally set the oven on fire,’ she explains another day, when she comes in looking slightly tired and smelling faintly of smoke.

‘She beat me in sparring – it was a very impressive one-two kick-punch,’ she tells them another morning, when they notice a bruise on her face. The faraway look in her eye tells them that she is now thinking fondly of her sparring fight with her wife, a strange habit it seems to the teenagers, but clearly something Miss Raya enjoys.

One day, Miss Raya comes in looking extremely upset. Her wife is ill, and she’d much rather be home than teaching for the day. The students are almost as upset as she is – ‘Miss Raya’s wife’ has become a beloved figure to them, someone they’ve never met but feel as if they know anyway. They send her home with get well cards by the end of the day, and for the rest of the week, Miss Raya takes vacation days so she can play nurse.

‘Miss Namaari won’t know who to yell at today,’ Noi jokes, but Boun leans over his desk while shaking his head. ‘Miss Namaari’s class has a substitute also,’ he informs them. Sisu’s eyes narrow slightly. ‘Must be something going around,’ she says slowly.

The discovery comes several months later, and purely by accident. Sisu is on the other side of town to her usual haunt, searching for the perfect gift for Tong’s birthday, when she decides to get some caffeinated fuel for her shopping mission. She slips into the nearest café, lining up for her order before something out the corner of her eye catches her attention.

Miss Raya is here, sitting on one of the comfy couches and drinking coffee. Her clothes are casual, and her hair falls loosely around her face as she laughs loudly at whatever her companion has just said, leaning forward to lay a hand on the person’s knee. Sisu is just about to call out a greeting to her teacher, when she suddenly notices who exactly is with Miss Raya.

‘Come on, dep la,’ Miss Namaari says, standing up and then bending down again slightly to grasp Miss Raya’s hands and pull her up also. ‘Let’s go home.’ Miss Namaari wraps an arm around Miss Raya’s shoulder, kissing the side of her head softly, and Sisu, hiding behind the person in front of her in the queue, witnesses the same bright smile flash across her face as Miss Raya’s whenever she talks about her wife. Miss Raya’s nose crinkles in amusement, and then two women walk out of the café slowly, eyes only for each other.

The next day at school, Noi and Sisu are walking together towards Miss Raya’s classroom when they hear the unmistakable voices of their two teachers, bickering back and forth in yet another debate of the day. The bell rings loudly, making them hurry their footsteps so they aren’t late, but before they reach the door, Sisu sees a bright smile on Raya’s face as she winks to her debate partner across the hallway.

‘You know, you’re right,’ she whispers to Noi as they settle into their seats. ‘Can’t be sexual tension – Miss Raya is far too in love with her wife.’

#rayaari #raya and the last dragon #ratld #raya #namaari #raya and namaari #raya x namaari #rival teachers AU #well well well ladies #you are not as subtle as you think #rayaari headcanon #allll the headcanons

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mcfiddlestan · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions

I'm bored and this was in a note on my phone from forever ago, so I must have been tagged at some point. Apologies to whoever tagged me. 🥴

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

52. Though, I used to have a few more. I deleted a few fics some years ago bc I hated that they were just sitting there unfinished. I was going through a particularly brutal bout of writer's block that affected both my fic writing and my RP writing.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

720,782. And I was stressing about a 30-page thesis. 😂 (which ended up being over 15,000 words)

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I started writing fic in 2000 with *NSYNC, Christina Aguilera, and Backstreet Boys fics. I stopped writing a bit around 2004-2007 (because of a stupid boy) and picked it up again in 2012 after reading some awesome Cherik fics and wanting to write my own FrostIron College AU when I read one that was good, but kind of disturbing. I think I write for one fandom -- Marvel -- but, like different factions of it. FrostIron and WinterFrost mostly, with a dash of Stucky, ThunderFrost, DashingFrost, and WinterIron.

4) What are your Top 5 fics by kudos?

Black Light Special (WinterFrost) - 628 kudos

Can I Bum A Ride? (WinterFrost) - 425 kudos

Empire State of Mind (FrostIrom) - 420 kudos

Dark Side (FrostIron) - 398 kudos

A Worthy Collection (FrostIron) - 309 kudos

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really do make an effort to respond to every single comment, even the not-so-nice ones. I want people to know I've seen and read the comment they took the time to post, so even if I just thank them for reading and commenting, I respond.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Considering it features two -- count 'em, two! -- major character deaths, it's definitely Empire State of Mind. Though, I'd argue Dark Side is a pretty close second.

7) What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Probably Ghosts That We Knew. It was the final fic in the trilogy that is the Picture Perfect Series. It follows Loki and Tony from when they meet in college and ends 30+ years later.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

No, not really. And I rarely, if ever, read them. There's no real reason behind it other than I've just never come upon one and thought "ooh I need to read that."

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. I got a lot of hateful messages after I completed Empire State of Mind. People were really angry at me for killing off two major characters. I mean, a lot of the messages were "omg I hate you but I loved this!" kind of vibe. But there were a few that cussed me out and called me names for writing it.

I had some chapters of a Fools Rush In FrostIron AU posted a while ago, in which Loki was a female, the only daughter in both the Odinson and Laufeyson families. Following the storyline of the Matthew Perry/Salma Hayek movie, Loki meets Tony Stark in a bar and gets pregnant from a one night stand. Anyway, I got a lot of messages telling me that Odin's misogyny and mistreatment of Loki was unrealistic -- even though I had literally modeled his behavior after the movie that inspired it. 🤷🏽

I have some prompts done for the 100 Ways to Say ILY writer's block challenge and for one of them, I borrowed the storyline from an episode of Will & Grace when Will's father dies of a heart attack after they have a bad argument where his father basically admits he wished Will wasn't gay so he could have had an easier life. In the epsiode, the fight starts because Will's parents gift his baby blanket to Grace, who is pregnant with her ex-husband's child. Will takes offense, they don't understand why bc he never mentioned wanting children, and a fight ensues. Similarly, in my fic, Frigga and Odin offer a pregnant Natasha (his BFF) Loki's blanket. Some readers did not like this and did not understand why I would write it. In another prompt, one that was literally how my last relationship ended, got some harsh critiques. Those ones hurt especially bc it was such a personal experience I wrote about.

And I actually got into a fight -- like a screaming match -- IRL with my best friend's boyfriend at the time. One of my bestie's friends asked about my fanfiction and I gave them the gist of one of my stories where Loki has a brief relationship with Sif that results in a child and later reconnects with Tony. Later on, Sif offers to be a surrogate for Tony and Loki and eventually births three more children for them. Bestie's boyfriend could not fathom why a woman would purposely get herself impregnated and then give the child away. I tried to explain that this was a thing that a lot of women did IRL -- and some don't even use their own eggs, but the eggs of a woman who cannot conceive; Sif used her own eggs so that all four children were half related (two by Loki, two by Tony). But he just did not believe me and told me I must not be a very good writer. Worst night of my life.

10) Do you write smut?

I was just telling @teadrinkingwolfgirl the other night how when I first started writing fic I did not write sex scenes. It was always inferred or glossed over. When I started writing again in 2012, for FrostIron, it was my first time writing more detailed sex. I cite Jackie Collins as my smut-writing mentor. I've written almost exclusively M/M smut.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Which is like the best thing ever! A couple of my older fics have been translated to Russian. I have one *NSYNC fic that was made into an audio fic. And someone recently messaged me on ff*net to ask to translate as many of my fics as they can to Spanish. :D

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not technically. I've gotten a lot of prompts and ideas from friends and mutuals, and I started reformatting my WinterFrost RP with my ex from 2014-2015 into novel form a while ago. That's tecnically the only thing I've written with someone else and published.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

I have two that will always, ALWAYS, have my heart and attention. FrostIron (Tony Stark/Loki) and WinterFrost (Bucky Barnes/Loki). They are the two ships that I write the most, read the most, and seek out fanart for the most.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Probably The Flame. It's a fic that starts out ThunderFrost (not related; Asgardian Prince Thor semi-rescues an imprisoned Jotun Prince Loki) but eventually ends up FrostIron. It's the only fic I've ever written that features Loki with both male and female biology. I have a few chapters done but I haven't worked on it in years.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I write realistic relationships. And I think my dialogue is also realistic and easy to grasp. And I put a lot of humor in between all the angst and hurt.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I get too detailed with background. I just reread my Picture Perfect series (which I do like once a year), and there are literal paragraphs of background that in Google Docs is like pages and pages. But I want to make sure people understand my characters! LOL

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a big fan of it. I featured a lot of Norwegian in the Picture Perfect series. And French. I think as long as it flows with the storytelling and it's not forced on the characters it can be really cool. It should be natural. I always leave a translation list at the end of the chapter or explain in-text what was said. Which I think most authors I've read do.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The Backstreet Boys. LOL. Don't judge. I started writing my own fics after discovering BSB fanfiction written by an author named Mistress Lynz. She wrote a lot of fics about bloodletting, but I really enjoyed the fics where the guys were hooking up with each other behind the scenes, LOL explains why I write mostly M/M now. 😂

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

They're kind of like my babies so at different times different ones are my faves. But if I really had to pick one, I would say Stay With Me is my favorite. I got some of the most amazing comments on this story from people that found meaning and themes in the story that I didn't even realize I'd put in there. It was one of my first WinterFrost fics I'd posted and the response was more than I could have asked for.

And now I have to tag people! @teadrinkingwolfgirl @incredifishface @incubigirl @rabentochter @marvelswinterfrost and whoever else feels up to it.

xoxo

#fic writer meme #fic writer questions #all my fics #my writing #frostiron #winterfrost #stucky #thunderfrost #winteriron #dashingfrost

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monabela · 3 years

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hello! it seems to be @aphrarepairweek2021 and I'm not one to ignore that! here's some... domestic denfin stuff for day 1, language. I've gone for a pretty liberal approach to the prompts this year, but that's mostly so that all my fics will fit into the same universe :> (it is also the same universe as two of last year's rarepairweek fics! I'll make a tag for it) (that is also the reason I had to call sve berwald and not torbjörn like I usually do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) they will all be standalone little fics but take place in the same au, over the same sort of time period!

in major scale

pairings/characters: Denmark (Søren)/Finland (Tuomi), Estonia (Eduard), Sweden (Berwald), Hungary (Erzsébet) + past SuFin mentioned word count: 2219 summary: Tuomi admires how much Søren cares about other people. It inspires him to do the same.

A series of thumps and clomps heralds Søren’s arrival home. Tuomi looks up with amusement when the door of his little home studio in the back of their house bursts open.

“Tuomi!” Søren shouts. He brings with him the smell of recent rain and early spring blossoms.

Eduard, who is sitting behind Tuomi at his keyboard and wearing headphones, very nearly tumbles off his stool in shock.

“Søren!” Tuomi just returns, while his brother rights himself and glares. “You seem unusually excited.”

Eduard snorts, which makes Søren grin. ‘Unusually excited’ means something different when applied to him than most other people.

“Guess what!” he says, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. His socked feet are both tapping on the ground, with no rhythm to it. Tuomi is sure he couldn’t say what’s got into him; as far as he knows, Søren was just looking after his young nephews for the afternoon.

“Your brother didn’t hide the sugar well enough,” he guesses.

“No, that’s—well, he didn’t, but that’s not my point. Berwald’s gettin’ married!” Now, he waves his arms around wildly. “My brother’s gettin’ married, Tuomi! I’m so proud of him.”

Turning slightly, Tuomi exchanges an amused look with his own brother, who has taken his headphones off and is leaning forward over his keyboard, elbows planted over the keys.

“Now, Søren,” Eduard starts, using his haughtiest voice, which is very haughty. It’s an odd talent.

“Don’t you dare,” he interrupts, though he’s still grinning, “bring up the time he and Tuomi were plannin’ on gettin’ hitched, ‘cause that was ages ago and ain’t relevant anymore.”

“Alright, alright.” Eduard holds up his hands placatingly, and Tuomi just snickers. Søren’s right, he thinks; it’s been over fifteen years since then, and although the whole thing where he took up with the brother of the man who was nearly his husband was awkward at first, for all that it happened several years later, he’s since become good friends with Berwald again. It’s probably better this way.

“That’s great, Søren!” he just says. “And you’re gonna be the best man, I assume?”

“Of course!” His dark blue eyes crinkle at the corners, scrunching up his many freckles in laugh lines and dimples. Tuomi really admires how much Søren cares about other people, even if sometimes it comes at the expense of himself. Tuomi can always remedy that, after all.

“That means you’re gonna have to help with a bunch of organizing, isn’t it?”

“Don’t sound do skeptical of me, Eduard!” Pushing away from the door, Søren lightly strums the strings of an uncovered acoustic guitar sitting in its stand before taking a large step towards Tuomi and bending down to kiss him over the microphone between them, Tuomi angling his own electric guitar out of the way. He smells like sea wind and hair gel, and does taste distinctly sugary behind the smile his lips are still curved into.

Tuomi mutters, “I think you’ll do great. Berwald’s lucky to have you.”

“I hope so. Y’know, the boys are excited as anythin’.” Now, he practically melts, draping his long limbs over Tuomi and his guitar. He always does this when he as much as thinks about his nephews, Berwald’s young sons. Tuomi and Søren are very much the fun uncles. It is a title they both wear with pride.

Patting his jeans-clad ass affectionately, Tuomi pushes his nose into Søren’s wild coppery hair.

“Yeah? They’ve given their blessing, then?”

“Already fightin’ over who gets to be ringbearer.”

“Cute.”

The door of the studio opens.

“Whoa! Am I interrupting?” shouts Tuomi’s half-sister, bursting in.

Eduard, now leaning his head in his hands, says, “Please save me.”

“Berwald’s gettin’ married!” Søren shouts, into Tuomi’s ear. He gets along with Erzsébet far too well.

“Tuomi’s ex?” she yells back, and Eduard promptly loses it. He doubles over his keyboard in hiccupping laughter, shaking and pressing almost all the keys in a horrifyingly discordant tone. Søren looks betrayed in a very comical way. He crosses his arms as he turns to Erzsébet, folding his hands into the sleeves of his red knit sweater. Berwald made that one.

“She not wrong,” Tuomi tells him, holding back laughter of his own. Now even more comically betrayed, Søren turns back to him, with his dark eyebrows raised high and ready to deliver a quasi-outraged speech, but Erzsébet forestalls him.

“You need to make a song for the wedding!”

“Yes!” Tuomi perks up, almost poking Søren in the hip with the neck of his guitar.

“A song?” the man echoes, looking between all three of them. Eduard is now only playing a couple of notes at the same time, thankfully, and he straightens up fully to explain their family tradition.

“We always do it for weddings. It has to be something they’d like, and something the couple can dance to.”

“And then we give it funny lyrics,” Tuomi finishes, “about the person getting married. But we always make sure it’s good.”

“Well, I ain’t surprised about that part, ya snobs.” Søren shakes his head affectionately. He has absolutely no feel for music, but that just means that he appreciates things that most other people wouldn’t give their time of day.

It also means that he somehow considers Tuomi’s very musically inclined family to be elitist about music, which Tuomi thinks is dumb, but he’s not one to argue. He’ll leave that to his brother; it’s very amusing. As a matter of fact, Eduard is already narrowing his eyes at Søren, but doesn’t say anything before he continues.

“I don’t know if Berwald would like that, honestly. It’s not really something we do.”

“Come on, everyone likes music!” Erzsébet enthuses, walking further inside and skirting around Søren and Tuomi in the small space to lean an elbow on Eduard’s shoulder.

“Sure, he likes it, but, I mean—we ain’t like you guys, is all.”

No one is quite like his family, Tuomi thinks, but he appreciates that all the more these days. Søren is the most generous, openminded person he knows, and has broadened his worldview amazingly in the time they’ve been together. Not that his family isn’t openminded; they’re just less inclined to explore than Søren is.

Still, “Music is a universal language, isn’t it?” Tuomi asks him, bumping his shoulder into Søren’s upper arm. He inclines his head in agreement. “It doesn’t even have to have lyrics if you think Berwald wouldn’t like it. Or his fiancé, of course,” he adds, because he doesn’t know the man that well but knows he, like Berwald, doesn’t really appreciate being made fun of, even in good humor.

This is, again, unlike Søren, which is probably why it didn’t work out with his brother and does work with him.

Well, it’s part of it.

Erzsébet, the lyricist of the family, gasps dramatically at the mention of not having lyrics to go with the song, and coughs. She should really quit smoking. Eduard pats her back awkwardly, getting a face full of long brown hair for his efforts.

“And then?” Søren’s asking, but his head is still tilted thoughtfully, as if he’s considering it.

“Well, then it can be for a dance! Consider it a wedding gift from me.”

“His ex,” Erzsébet murmurs, recovered, and Eduard starts giggling again.

“His brother-in-law.” Tuomi blindly throws a guitar pick at her over his shoulder, which, going by the plink and following yelp, hits Eduard’s glasses instead.

Huh. That’s pretty impressive.

“Well, someone will have to teach him how to dance first—”

They all look away.

“—but that sounds awesome, actually! Would you guys be willing to play it?” In his excitement, Søren has leaned very close to Tuomi again, vision filling with his grin and his many, many freckles, and Tuomi can’t help but kiss the corner of his mouth.

“I’d love to.”

His siblings make agreeing noises.

“Right! Well, should I—what’re you guys workin’ on, actually?” Søren gazes around the small space as if hoping to glean clues. Which clues, Tuomi is not sure. He can’t really read music, after all.

“Just tinkering a bit,” Tuomi says. Eduard plays the first few chords of the most recent wedding song they’d written, several years ago already. Erzsébet slaps the cymbal of her drum set in apparent agreement, reaching behind her.

“Hey, I wrote some lyrics, actually,” she says. “I think they’re pretty good.”

It’s been years since they actually made original music that they deemed good enough to send out into the world, but their songs are still getting decent amounts of listeners on Spotify, which is nice; it’s mostly a hobby for all three of them, after all. Lately, though, Eduard and Tuomi have started seriously considering making some new material, and Erzsébet seems to be on board. She promises to send the lyrics to both of them. Although she, like both of her half-brothers and much to Søren’s amazement, plays several instruments, she doesn’t have much talent for composing.

Tuomi tried to teach Søren guitar once. It was fun, but very unsuccessful. He does like the drums.

That’s probably why he gets along with Erzsébet so well.

Deciding that today is probably not going to be very productive, all four of them go into the house instead, and Tuomi makes coffee while Søren hands out some cupcakes that he made yesterday, because Søren very much believes that food is a universal language. He isn’t wrong, if you ask Tuomi, but that’s mostly because Søren is very good at making food, unlike Tuomi.

They’ve all got their talents, he supposes, and it’s how they use them in combination that matters. Even if he’s been banned from using the oven for anything more than frozen pizza.

Eduard, of course, asks for the recipe, because Eduard didn’t get that memo about talents and has too many of them.

Tuomi’s siblings don’t actually stay around for very long after that, both promising to think about the wedding song for Berwald. It is mostly an empty promise on Erzsébet’s part, but that’s okay. Eduard walks away while muttering about waltzes, which Tuomi appreciates, because Berwald seems like a man—is a man, he knows this—who appreciates a bit of tradition, and he’s never tried to compose an instrumental, mostly classical song before.

“You’re adorable, you know,” he tells Søren, who’s standing behind him in the hallway of their house after having seen his siblings off. Søren just grins, rocking back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back and looking much younger than he is.

“I’m just happy for my brother.”

“I know.” Tuomi reaches up to flick some errant hair out of the way. “It’s really cute.”

He gets excited about the smallest things, Søren. Random dogs on the street and odd world records and warm coats and almost everything that’s even a little bit nice. It’d get annoying, Tuomi’s sure, if he weren’t so sincere about it all the time. He got very excited about their civil union as well, which was honestly mostly practical. Tuomi had almost wanted to get married, just to see his reaction to it, but he’d decided years before that marriage wasn’t for him, and remains glad that he stuck by that belief, in the end.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Søren suddenly asks, blue eyes searching Tuomi’s face.

“What? Oh, no, of course not. Berwald’s a good man, and he deserves to be happy.” He shrugs. “I know he’s always wanted the whole… Domestic thing.”

“Guy’s had a plan for a wedding since he was twelve or something,” Søren confirms, grinning. “Only took him thirty years and a couple kids.”

Tuomi knows; he was shown the plan, sixteen years ago, but he decides not to mention that. It’d been quite intimidating at the time; he’d only been 22 and much more interested in… Well, practically anything besides marriage.

Søren slings an arm across his shoulders, squeezing him tightly to his lanky form, and starts walking them both back to the kitchen.

“You’d know, I guess,” he muses, then pulls a face. Tuomi laughs.

“That one was your fault!”

“I know, I know. Don’t remind me.”

Tuomi stops walking, tilting his head up at Søren.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asks. Turning back, Søren blinks at him.

“Obviously not,” he says, but he bites the inside of his cheek and furrows his dark brows, so there’s evidently something more there.

There’s another thing Tuomi had to be taught by Søren; reading body language. It’s not his fault his family is so unexpressive!

“But?” he prompts.

“I just hope I can do well for him.” Søren shrugs. “He’s my big brother, y’know, and I do kinda feel like I ruined his first chance of marriage sometimes. I know that’s dumb,” he adds hastily.

Tuomi mumbles, “Yeah, that was definitely me.” And then, “Like you say, he’s your big brother. He loves you. Speaking as someone with two older siblings, they might razz you a bit—”

“That’s just your siblings, Tuomi,” Søren interrupts, but the grin is back on his face and just as bright as before. “But I get what you’re saying. Thanks.”

Tuomi boots him with his shoulder, and he laughs, clomping ahead. Tuomi follows, quickly.

Before he eats all the other cupcakes.

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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 years

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While me and my friend, @disneyfan50 , are still messing around with our Owl House inspired AUs and changing some stuff with season 2 still coming out, decided to maybe at least explain the character roles in the AUs, this one being The Demon House, which is an AU on disneyfan’s Descendant of Loki and my series, Marvel Descendants:

*Balthazar La Valle- known as the Demon Man due to his cursed form that he’s trying to control, Balthazar in comparison to a lot of witches, is not apart of a coven and doesn’t really care to join one either, often having to deal with the emperor’s coven hunting him as a result while he tries to survive on selling human junk from the human realm, but one of these days of selling human junk, a human comes through his portal door and everything changes from that point onwards...

*Luna Foster- a human from the human realm, Luna in her school was known for being an oddball and always causing problems with her antics based on her love for fantasy, but that soon results in her failed book report with fireworks and snakes, sending her to camp when her adoptive mother gets concerned about her not acting normal enough, but she never goes to camp due to a demon thing taking her book that when she follows, she finds herself in a land from her books and soon finds herself doing what she always wanted: learning magic.

*Selena- a demon that resembles a cat, Balthazar found her while he was on the run and in need of a hiding place and by the time he had to leave, he took Selena home with him and despite her insistance that she is terrifying, many disagree, including the human, Luna, who easily befriends her.

*Batty- the demon that resides within the house, Batty is The Demon House and as a result, can travel throughout it and even to the town and despite coming off as creepy and annoying, Batty generally means to help only.

*Vlad- Balthazar’s palisman he made while he was younger out of palisman wood, Vlad is a demon palisman that when not being used by Balthazar and Luna eventually, is roaming around the house or stealing human junk when Balthazar sends Vlad to do so.

*Locket La Valle- Balthazar’s younger sister, she is a loyal member of the emperor’s coven who only got in due to a fight she prefers to not discuss, having only recently rose to coven leader status and after losing in a fight against Balthazar, she finds herself with the task to capture her brother, with the promise he will be cured from his curse, something she is desperate to do.

*Dove Wings- a student in Hexside, Dove was a latebloomer who used to be friends with Nimue, but after a falling out as children, Dove would become Nimue’s target in bullying, especially when Dove failed Abomination Track, but after meeting the human and getting changed to the Plant Track, Dove befriends the human and often tries to be the responsable member of the group.

*Ava Crystals- a student in Hexside, Ava is known for her loud music in the Bard Track, that can vary in genre, and is also known for her love for the human realm, being eager to befriend the human that Dove sneaks into school one day, and easily becomes the two’s loyal friend.

*Nimue Blood- the youngest of the Blood children, Nimue is known to be gold and reserved to the people around her, and fell out with Dove while younger, leading to Nimue and her friends often picking on Dove, esepcially when Dove failed at what Nimue excelled at, Abomination Track. But things change when she meets the human and after some incidents, finds herself befriending Dove again and falling for the human.

*Hecate and Seth Blood- the eldest of the Blood children, the twins are known for their mischief and known for being experts at their track of Construction, but when it comes to their sister, they vary between getting along with her or turning nasty if she tells on them.

*Tracy Octavious- a student in Hexside, she has known Nimue since they were children and often uses her families status to bully others around her, mainly Dove, but when she’s not doing that, she’s the schools sport star in the Potions Track.

*Misty Shift- a student in Hexside, Misty is Tracy’s friend since childhood and sticks by her side, even during bullying but when she’s not doing that, she’s excelling at the Illusionist Track.

*Angelica and Mr. Blood- the parents of Nimue, Hecate and Seth, both are strict with their children and don’t take anything other then the best, from their children, especially when it comes to Nimue. With her husband being from the abomination coven while she’s in oracle, Angelica runs their business, Blood Industries.

*Empress Mariana- in charge of the Isles, Mariana is the reason why the coven’s exist and she makes it clear any wayward witch will be dealt with in the name of Samaris, but has sinister goals in mind for the human realm if she ever gets her hands on the portal door.

*Jake- Mariana’s right hand man, Jake is determined to fulfill any job given to him by Mariana and finds some joy in his colleagues failures, but dislikes the Golden Guard a lot due to her taking his jobs a lot.

*The Golden Guard/Morgana- the child of Mariana and a unknown man, Morgana seeks her mothers approval in any way she can, as she happily serves her mother as the Golden Guard and believes any lie given to her, but slowly gets suspicious as time goes on.

#megan's fanfiction #dani's fanfiction #the demon house #alternate universes #OCs

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pl-panda · 4 years

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Damienette arranged marriage: part 7

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

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Damienette arranged marriage: Part 7

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She was maybe the second person to learn the truth behind his name. Damian means to tame and his mother named him that because he was ultimate proof that she tamed The Bat. He expected her to laugh, but instead she pulled him into a hug to comfort him. He also revealed that he loved painting and went as far as to sketch her. She was happy to pose as long as he in turn allowed her to take measurements.

Marinette brought out what was best in him and he would be damned if he let her just suffer in silence.

Marinette was so tired that she found herself unable to sleep. This day was so full of emotions: both good and bad.

When she first met Damian, back at the temple, he was rather cold and indifferent. He struck her as selfish even. But he was also dead honest and very serious about his loyalty. He even stabbed his own brother to defend her honor. Okay, after spending the day with him she was pretty convinced he would stab him for some more meager reason, but it was still… cute in some strange way. Nobody has ever done something like this before. Even Chat Noir never stabbed anyone to defend her honor. Hit on the head with a baton? Sure. But never stab. And he threatened Lila. Marinette was unsure if he wouldn’t actually follow up on his threat.

The date she went on was great. She felt the freedom unlike ever before. She knew she could tell him anything since they already knew each others’ greatest secrets. She could freely tell him about her adventures as Ladybug. And he was also quite handsome when he smiled. Not that he wasn’t when he was not smiling, but she liked his smile. His actual smile not the malicious grin he often wore. Damian played the cold and closed mean guy, but he was actually quite soft. He loved animals and painting. He even wanted to sketch her! Damian was yet very grounded person. He had this no-nonsense aura around himself. But he was patient enough to endure with her small panic attacks. She remembered his gentle touch on her hands. His words of encouragement. And his deep green eyes. They were two whirlpools of emerald. So majestic, yet so caring. With that image imprinted on her mind she finally fell asleep. Her dreams were undisturbed by a knocking on her window.

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Next day Marinette woke up still tired, but in much better mood. She was ready for school. Well, good for her since she was almost late like usual. In panic, she quickly grabbed her purse and was about to run downstairs when Tikki flew in front of her.

“Marinette! Aren’t you forgetting something?” The girl looked around and didn’t catch what Kwami ment. “Your clothes!” Marinette looked down and saw she was still in her pijama. In record time she managed to dress up and was about to run downstairs when Tikki stopped her again. “Backpack?” Once again Marinette rushed to grab her things and get down and not get late. Her parents were already waiting for her in the bakery.

“Here is your breakfast cherie.” Her mother smiled handing her a box of pastries.

“And here is something special for you to share with your boy.” Her father smiled and handed her a box of macaroons. They both had a smile.

“And remember Mari. If he hurts you, just say a word and I will break his every bone into dozen pieces.” Her mother gave her most prominent smile ever. Somehow, it made the threat even more real.

“I will maman. Bye papa! Bye maman!” Marinette shouted and run away before they offered more ‘help’. She loved them, but after yesterday’s evening she was not sure she would allow them to meet Damian any times soon. She couldn’t protect him forever, seeing as he was technically her husband, but she could at least give them some time to get used to the idea of her dating someone. Maybe once Hawkmoth was gone. She did not want to have to escape from another thorny prison. Or maybe after the trip to gotham. They should be happy to see her back that they might not outright kill him for marrying her without their knowledge. She fully planned on telling them everything once there was no threat looming over their heads. Marinette giggled imagining Talia facing her mother. It was funny that somehow the confrontation would always go in favor of Sabine.

She barged into class almost right when the bell rang. None of her classmates cared enough to even batch an eye at her. She did notice Damian in the back and made her way to him.

“I swear… If that harlot tries telling another lie about me or my family, I will not even need the bleacher. They will never know where to look in the first place.” He growled.

“What did she say?” Marinette grasped. While Damian had a soft side, she also knew he would not hesitate to stab her, making it look like a nasty incident.

“She kept babbling about how she knows the Waynes and She and Me have an on and off ‘thing’ and probably this whole trip is because we had a fight and now I want to apologize that way.” His hand twitched dangerously close to his sword. Why did he bring the sword today?

“I can’t let you just stab her. And it’s not like you can convince any of them change their minds that way.” Marinette placed her hand over his, at the same time making sure it would make it harder for him to grab the sword if he heard something more from Lila. “Here. My parents made them for us.” She opened the box of macaroons.

“I am not a fan of sweets.” He answered, but with relief she noticed he stopped glaring daggers at Lila.

“Then try this one.” She pointed to the yellow one. “It’s made with a bit of lemon juice to add more sourness.”

Damian reluctantly picked the treat and took a bite. Suddenly, the corners of his lips went up. She proudly watched the ‘ice prince’ smile at something so common as a macaroon. “This is a very good macaroon. I am sure it could rival whatever Alfred makes.” He exclaimed, trying not to sound overly excited.

“Somehow I feel like this is better compliment than when Uncle Jagged offered to write a song about my parents’ bakery…” She giggled. Damian looked at her stumped. She only giggled again. “You should’ve seen how Tim reacted when he heard. Suddenly next day Wayne enterprises ordered catering for the whole building. Apparently the CEO wanted to celebrate some deal. I am not sure if any worker besides Tim saw the pastries though.”

“Knowing him? I have no idea. If it was Jason or Dick, they wouldn’t even make it to the building before this morons ate it all.” Then, a dark realization dawned on Damian. “Was by any chance a blonde with him when they picked up the order?”

“Uh… I don’t know. I was at school when it happened. Why?”

Damian groaned. He should have connected the dots sooner. Brown was suddenly not hanging in the mansion twenty-four/seven and she was not seen on patrols. Father said that he was aware of her location. “If Brown is here too, then I am almost sure this pastries didn’t make it. And she might be causing a sudden jump in the bakery’s revenue.”

“Huh?” Marinette wasn’t following.

“Stephanie Brown is Drake’s girlfriend. Saying she has a sweet tooth is understatement of the century. More of a sweet jaw if you ask me. She can smell sweets from mile and always get there before you. Especially when Alfred is baking. And she can rival Cass in her stealth skill when it comes to stealing them.” Damian explained to Marinette and watched her stiffen another giggle. What was it with girls and giggling? But Damian had to admit Marinette looked cute when she did. Slow down Romeo or you will crash into a stop sign.

“Well then. I will be happy to bake her something. But Tim didn’t mention her.”

“He said he is running his independent investigation, so I assume you do not see him often?”

“Yeah. He is quite busy at the office. Isn’t he missing the school though?”

“Drake is seventeen and already has three P.H.D. He goes to school either to hang out with his less intelligent friends or to argue with the underpaid teachers by pointing every mistake and inaccuracy.”

“Sounds like fun.” The mention of the teacher suddenly made Marinette aware that Madame Bustier was nowhere to be seen. “We’ve been sitting here for almost twenty minutes now. Maybe I will go check for her…” Marinette suggested more to herself than Damian. She was about to stand up when Madame Bustier walked into the class with Chloe following her. Only now anyone noticed that the blonde was gone.

“Children. Chloe wanted to say something to all of you.” The teacher started.

“Yes. I wanted to apologize for my utterly ridiculous behavior in the past and hope that you will give me chance to earn forgiveness from the better part of you.” Chloe stated nonchalantly.

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therainbowwillow · 3 years

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When Hell Freezes Over AU: Part 6

Apologies for the wait. I honestly did not have an idea for what, exactly, I wanted to happen. Then I found inspiration! And then Tumblr deleted my draft. So... overall, this took far too long. Enjoy! There will be an epilogue shortly.

As Hermes approaches the bar, he notices the air has already begun to warm. People trickle into the streets to witness the miracle they’d played no role in causing. How many of them had refused to help search for Orpheus? How many deaths could’ve been avoided if they’d found him sooner? How much of this had been his fault? As he’d run home, Hermes had seen so clearly every mistake he’d made. Every one of them could easily lead Orpheus to his death.

At a glance, the boy looks dead already. Orpheus’s faint heartbeat and shallow breaths remind Hermes that he still has a chance, a slim chance, to survive. He spares the bar no more than a glance, instead turning towards the train station. The cars are always pleasantly heated, another of Hades’s attempts to appease his wife. He lifts Orpheus inside and gently lays him across a booth.

Hermes finds a stack of blankets under a seat. He drapes them over Orpheus, bundling him up like a young child. He brushes the young man’s wet hair out of his eyes and takes a seat beside him. Orpheus tosses in his sleep, draws in a shaky breath.

Orpheus gasps and sits bolt upright. Hermes catches him before he falls back against the booth. “Orpheus?”

“We... we need to go,” Orpheus stammers.

“We don’t need to go anywhere. Eurydice will be here soon.”

“I can’t let them hurt her,” he pleads. “The Furies will come for us.”

“No, Orpheus, we’ll be fine.”

“Take me to Hades. Let him decide what will become of me. But if he lays so much as a finger upon Eurydice, I swear to the Styx-”

“Orpheus...” Hermes warns.

“I swear to the Styx I will end him.”

Hermes pulls him closer. “Hades has kindness in his heart. You’ll both be alright.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean-”

“Hush. I don’t want your apologies.” Hermes pops the cork out of a nearby bottle, its contents still steaming. “From the River Phlegethon. It’ll help.”

Orpheus takes a sip. He winces. “It’s hot.”

Hermes nods. “But it will help. Get some rest.” Hermes gently lays him back against the booth.

...

The doors roll open and Persephone steps inside, half-carrying Eurydice. Almost immediately, the train begins to move, willed forwards by some unseen driver.

“Is he alright?” the young woman asks, her voice trembling. Persephone lowers her into a booth.

Hermes hands her a stack of blankets. “Fine. He needs rest.”

“What happens now?” she wonders.

“You won’t be separated from Orpheus,” Hermes says. “You will be spared from the worst of your punishment.”

“How can you be certain? Orpheus...” she lowers her voice. “You saw the chaos he caused.”

Hermes nods. “My agreement with Lord Hades stands.”

“And what was that agreement, exactly?” Persephone inquires. “The terms. Specifics. I know my husband.”

“Eurydice was to stop the winter,” he explains. “She succeeded, which spares them from the worst possibilities. The Furies were... not satisfied, but Hades’s deal was final. I ensured Orpheus’s safety, as well as Eurydice’s. Your husband will decide his terms, but there will be a reward for Eurydice’s success. And like I said, the worst is ruled out.”

Persephone half-smiles. “You always were a good liar, Hermes.”

He glances at Orpheus. Afraid, Eurydice thinks, for her lover or of him? “Persephone?” He almost sounds offended.

“Not a lie, I suppose, but certainly not the whole truth,” Persephone corrects herself. “My husband did not let you off so easily. What did you sacrifice? What did you sign away?”

“Nothing,” he snaps, anger flaring in his eyes.

“Hermes... After all these centuries, I’d have hoped you would have more trust in me.”

“Seph...”

“Give me the truth.” Her voice is firm.

“That’s the trade, I suppose,” he mutters. “Your trust.” She narrows her eyes, says nothing. “Stop him. By whatever means necessary. That was the deal.”

“If I failed...” Eurydice begins.

“You wouldn’t have gotten the chance,” Hermes tells her.

“The knife.” She reaches into her pocket and draws out the blade she had so desperately tried to rid herself of. It had returned. It had always returned to her pocket. She examines it now, up and down. Two metal snakes weave their way up the hilt. “Take it,” she growls.

He does. In his hands, the blade transforms into a staff, wrapped up with the very same serpents. “This was my only choice.”

“A 50/50 shot to kill Orpheus?”

“The alternative...”

“What the hell did you agree to?” Eurydice snarls.

He looks away. “The knife. You wouldn’t have been given a choice. You... still belong to Hades. He would have guided your hand and Orpheus...” his voice trails off.

She smiles, as if admiring his madness and she laughs, soon cut off by sobs. Hermes seems to consider giving her some gentle touch of comfort, but Persephone is at her side first, shooting him a sharp glare. “You...” Eurydice wipes her eyes. “You would’ve watched me murder him.”

“Would you have preferred the furies?” he asks, not rhetorically, Eurydice realizes. She remembers the screams of disloyal workers. Thieves who had stolen from the work lines. Shades who had dishonorably killed men in life.

“Yes.” Her answer is almost a gasp. Would she really prefer his pain over... What? Her guilt? She knows it is selfish, but to kill him would have been torturous. No amount of Lethe water could wash away ingrained horrors. And oh, how desperately she would have tried to forget.

The rest of the train ride is silent. Hermes sits as far from Eurydice as he can get, never taking his eyes off of Orpheus. Persephone speaks under her breath, as if preparing an argument. Eurydice stays at her lover’s side, half wishing he would wake.

She remembers what she had seen in the woods. The road to Hadestown. But the underworld hadn’t taken her. She had woken, Orpheus in her arms. He’d been so cold. So helpless. He hardly looks any better now. His wounds had been bandaged, but he would bear scars. The madness of his attackers would survive by him.

...

The train lurches to a halt. If Orpheus notices, he makes no motion to show it, still deeply asleep. Between Persephone and Eurydice, he’s easily carried. Orpheus had never been heavy. Always slender, light as a feather. His time in the woods hadn’t done him any favors.

Hades meets them at the station. “Persephone.”

“Husband.”

“Once again,” he remarks, “mortals prove themselves more capable than one might expect. Take the boy to my office.”

Persephone scoffs. “What now?”

“It is warm, Seph,” Hermes says.

She whirls, dropping Orpheus into Eurydice’s arms. She catches him with a grunt. “And who asked you?” Persephone snaps.

“He is my son. I haven’t forgotten my love-”

“Love?” she mocks. “You would have let him die. Not a word to me. Not a word to the girl who would’ve killed him.”

“He lives,” Hermes reminds her.

“For how long?” Eurydice asks under her breath, quiet enough that the others don’t hear her. Orpheus looks terrible. His hair is matted and his skin is still cold to the touch. She’s reminded, painfully, of her journey back to Hadestown after he had turned. She feels him slipping, just as she had. She speaks up now, louder this time. “Something’s wrong.”

Hermes checks Orpheus’s pulse and presses a hand against his forehead. “He’s too cold. Listen to Lord Hades. I know it seems... well...” He lowers his voice. “Eurydice, he’s your shot at a future. Both of you. Even if Orpheus doesn’t survive.”

She flinches at the proposition, but rises to her feet, aided by Hermes, who takes the burden of Orpheus’s weight. Persephone rolls her eyes, but Eurydice waves her away. “The office,” she agrees.

Hades guides them down the thin streets of Hadestown, beneath high rises, where thousands of souls reside, and finally to his own office building. The first twenty-five floors, Persephone had explained once, over a bottle of wine, make up his bedroom. And the other seventy-five are his office and personal library. Eurydice had assumed it was a joke. But now the building stretches up before her and she’s sure there must be more than a hundred floors.

Persephone pulls open the doors. “Welcome to the castle,” she says, sarcastically. Hades steps inside, letting his hand brush against his wife’s as he moves past her. Persephone guides them to a lounge room where Hermes lays Orpheus across the over-sized couch. Eurydice strikes a match and the fireplace instantly roars with flames.

Hades takes a seat in the stiffest chair in the room. Persephone drags her cushy armchair beside his nearly solid seat and sinks into it. “A deal,” Hades begins.

Persephone groans loudly. “You’d think the God of the Dead would have a little more empathy,” she emphasizes the word, “for the sick and dying.”

Hermes just about collapses into his seat, across the room from the others. An argument, he remembers. He needs to pose some argument. The room is spinning. He blinks, trying to force the spots out of his vision. He’d felt like this since his first venture into the woods. He’d considered mentioning it, but he’d never found the chance.

“And I don’t just mean Orpheus,” Persephone adds. “Hermes?” He glances up at her.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters.

“Go find yourself a blanket,” she tells him. He doesn’t move. If he stands, he’s pretty sure he’ll pass out.

“Can we just... get on with it?”

“You want a drink?” He shakes his head slightly. He hadn’t eaten or drunk much at all since Orpheus had disappeared. It made it easier, somehow, to know exactly how his son felt. It was starting to wear on him. Hunger, thirst, his lack of sleep... but a god should be able to bear it, and so he does.

“I will not waste time,” Hades continues. “It appears that our poet...” Hermes almost smiles. When had Hades begun to consider Orpheus anything more than ‘the boy’? A phrase he said as if the young man was a bag of dirt. The King of the Underworld continues: “May not have long to live.”

Eurydice squeezes her lover’s hand. Hermes hadn’t dared approach them once he’d set Orpheus down, but even from across the room, he sees how shallow Orpheus’s breaths have become.

“If he dies, he is mine. No amount of willing otherwise will change that fact, so we must come to an agreement before he does,” Hades says, matter-of-fact. “Eurydice,” he flicks the young woman a coin. “He may need it. Bodies fade far faster the nearer they are to the Styx. You won’t have time for a funeral rite.”

She nods numbly and slips the coin into Orpheus’s hand. “Now, our deal,” Hades goes on, “Your achievements are admirable, Eurydice. As are your lover’s. I will not keep you apart from him. Still, he cannot simply go free. Orpheus killed at least a few dozen mortals by his own hand and many more by the power of his storm.”

Hermes tries to say something, but he finds no sound comes out of his mouth. Persephone fills in. “Hades... he’s a boy in love.”

The King of the Dead nods. “I have no desire to punish him. To the dismay of The Furies, that is. However, I must keep an eye on him. This will ensure his safety, to some degree, for our relatives on Olympus may not find him here.”

“Their terms then?” Persephone says, bluntly.

Hades sighs. “Nothing harsh. He has suffered the loss of his lover twice over and he will contend with the horrors he saw for the rest of his days.” Eurydice strokes Orpheus’s tear-stained cheek.

Hades continues: “The underworld is overpopulated. I had not planned for so many new shades. I have no housing or work for them, so they will be sent to the surface to live out their lives as they deserve. Hermes, you will guide their souls to the overworld. Slowly. Do not disrupt the flow of Hadestown.”

Eurydice smiles, solemnly. Her lover will appreciate that, she knows.

“As for the both of you, Orpheus will remain underground for the time being, as will you, Eurydice. Do not think of this as cruelty,” he quickly adds. “You will be safe and provided for. Your stay will not be forever.”

“How long is ‘not forever?’“ Eurydice asks carefully.

“For now, let us say ten years. You signed a contract, Eurydice, so you are legally mine,” he reminds her. “Orpheus did not. One of you is bound to this realm, the other is not. Thus, once I deem Orpheus ready to leave or our ten years is up, you will together spend six months on the surface and six months underground. Half the year for your death, half the year for his life.”

“That’s all?” Persephone asks.

Hades groans. “Don’t sound so surprised, my love.”

“Do we have a deal?” he asks Eurydice.

"And if he dies?” she mumbles.

“The deal stands. He did not sign a contract, he is not bound to this realm.”

“Then I accept your terms,” Eurydice says. “And in the name of Orpheus, I accept your terms in his place.”

#when hell freezes over au #hadestown au #hadestown #therainbowwrites

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Loki's Back

Loki x Reader

Fan Fiction An AU for MCU’s Loki I do not own any of the characters from Marvel as it is stated that this was meant to be a fan fiction but I do own some characters that was made by my own imagination which will be stated in the story. AGAIN this is a Fan Fiction inspired by of course Marvel’s Thor and Prodigal Son from The Bible.

Tranquil. That is how Loki would love to describe every dawn, which he loves the most every single day he spent in Vanaheim. Birds are chirping in a way you would not hear if you did not focus enough to the calming sounds they make, people of Vanaheim waking up to start their day who makes subtle noises as Vanirs are mindful of others who sleeps like a log.

He did not expect that once in his life he would feel like this. He knew inside him that he did not deserve this. He did not know that there was ever a peace in the nine realms. Least did he expect that he would find it in Vanaheim. He has never felt contented in his entire dreadful life.

It was so peaceful, so peaceful that sometimes it terrifies him. The soothing atmosphere that clings in the fresh air of Vanaheim still made his anxieties rise.

Someone will barge in my chamber and they will take everything from me.

They are probably already here waiting for the exact moment to slaughter me while I’m in my vulnerable state.

He is used to fighting other creatures who tried to get in his way by sabotaging his plans. Heck, He even fought the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes they call The Avengers. He has encountered many wars in his life. He is used to having to have a fight with someone and sometimes everyone. He is a god, god of mischief to be exact, did that explain a lot?

But it wasn’t just the aura in this realm that made him feel calm and contented. He would not feel the same, if he had not met the woman that brought him in Vanaheim, the woman that lay beside him, undisturbed. Her eyes are closed, her mouth that is slightly opened. She looked very serene, Loki had thought, probably still enjoying the dream that was playing during her sleep.

Loki brought his hands to meet your face so he could feel your silky soft skin against his worked up rough hands.

Still, he could not believe that all of this is real. That everything he ever dreamed about when he was still a youngster because he knew that it would not happen. He even think that he have gone insane, that, as the god of trickery, maybe he was playing tricks for himself without even knowing.

As the Prince of Asgard, Odinson. He has many responsibilities even as a child, he tucked every single impossible thought in the very little space at the back of his head. That is why, everything that is happening to him that is so unreal made it so hard for him to believe. The scene that is playing right now in front of him.

"This is just a dream, a dream, a dream" he chanted repeatedly in his mind.

Caressing your face, he was lost in thought not even noticing the woman who now lays awake staring at his troubled face. He gracefully put your hands on his bare chest.

“Loki” you murmured, not wanting to make loud noises, as the sun is just starting to wake up and you have no intention to break the calming atmosphere around you.

“Good morning” he looked down and smiled placing a kiss on your forehead

“How’s your sleep, my beloved?” Y/N ask, voice cracking still half asleep

“Marvelous. I get to sleep peacefully with my wife.” you both chuckled softly not wanting to wake anyone up, though you are the only ones in their very own chamber.

“Are you ready to meet them again?” you questioned your husband, smile falling into a small frown.

“I have to.” Seriousness evaded his face.

“You know that we don’t have to go right?” Nervously playing at the pendant that Loki’s wearing

“I know, but I have to go back to Asgard. It’s been a long time.” He mumbled, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it.

“Possibly I’m not welcomed there anymore yet I know, Heimdall knows that I’m still alive and have probably already delivered the news to Odin and” he pauses “Frigga.” He continues.

You brought your hands to his face caressing them like a fragile thing, afraid that it would break if you weren’t careful enough.

“I’ll be with you, I’m always here for you my Loki. You know that.” Smiling and kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I know.” He whispered placing his hand atop of yours.

“We should prepare to leave.” you both agreed and start doing what you’re supposed to do.

ON ASGARD

Asgardians are getting ready for the return of the God of Mischief. It’s true, everyone is petrified whenever they see the trickster god that is why half of the Asgardians were quietly celebrating the Prince’s “death” while the other half are mourning.

He was known as a monster. Every little trick he played on every Asgardian made them spread filthy words about him. Many want him dead but they could not just do that because he was the son of the All Father Odin, was, as later they knew that he is a Laufeyson. Then his monstrous tricks grow even tougher. And it also did not escape his brother, Thor and even the all father Odin from his mischiefs. He was viewed a disastrous villain by every innocent creatures in the whole nine realms. He took that as an advantage faked his death and went to try and rule Midgard, under the Mad Titan Thanos’ influence, but was stopped by their own Mightiest Heroes, which his brother was also belonged called The Avengers. He then faked his death which leads to him almost dying, but he was saved in the realm of Vanaheim and everything changed when he met Y/N. Though the Asgardians still believe that the Prince becoming warm hearted is still a trick from the very own God of Mischief. That’s why they doubted when Frigga decided to have a feast in his son’s return. In which they do not have other choice but to agree and help with everything. That led them to this point.

The helpers on Asgard’s castle are tidying up the whole palace, cooking different dishes, or carving Loki’s horn on the other end of the rainbow bridge. On the other end, at the Bifrost, Heimdall stands still, guarding the Bifrost and waiting for a certain god’s return.

“Where is he?” Odin asked Heimdall

Heimdall can see through everything. He was made to. That makes his job to guard th Bifrost.

“Vanaheim” Heimdall states not moving a bit

Odin looked ahead. He saw nothing but the interior of the Bifrost. He just looked straight ahead mimicking Heimdall.

“When exactly will he be coming?” He asks irritated.

“Soon” Heimdall spoke after a good minute if silence.

“You know what to do” Odin told Heimdall, nodding before he left him alone.

BACK ON VANAHEIM

“Are you sure it’s going to work?” Y/N asks Loki, not exactly believing in his capability to call Heimdall and make him open the Bifrost.

“Trust me.” He chants a spell that would make them visible throughout Heimdall’s vision

“Take us back.” He whispered into thin air

Just after Loki spoke, a bright rainbow light sucked them in making their travel back into Asgard.

ASGARD

Frigga was in the middle of changing her garments when she heard the noise coming from the Bifrost

“He’s back” She whispered, leaving her chambermaid and hurrying to meet his son

She met her other son, Thor in the middle of the hallway, also on his way to meet his brother.

“Mother, He’s back!” Thor excitedly said

“I know, let’s go meet him”

They made their way to the Bifrost, stopping in the middle of the rainbow bridge to see Loki.

“Brother! You’re back!” Thor beamed and went for a hug, which Loki returned and smiled

He has changed. Frigga joined her shaking hands together, she noticed how Loki’s face are relaxed, he dressed nice, still wearing his armour painted in his colour, it does not have any dirt and mud, he looks clean. Not like before, when he comes back home after battles after battle, Frigga is used to war looking Loki, so this Loki, right in front of her, is new,

“He looks calm and, contended.” She thought out loud, but not quite loud not wanting to break the brotherly talk they are having.

As she shifted her eyes to the woman holding onto her son’s wrist, she noticed the difference between the woman and his son. The woman looked at ease staring at Loki. She is a woman with elegance. The woman is probably a royalty in the realm of Vanaheim

“Who is she?” Frigga spoke out loud breaking Thor and Loki’s catching up

The brother both stopped and looked at their mother

Loki glanced at his wife.

The woman cleared her throat and removes her arm from his husband’s wrist

“Forgive me, my Queen” you stated as lowering your head

“I am Y/N, Princess of Vanaheim, Tryggvidottir, goddess of the forest. It is my pleasure to be with the all mother”

“Oh brother! Why is she here?” Thor questioned Loki. Loki glanced at the woman beside him and spoke

“Mother, Brother, this is my wife, Y/N”

“It is lovely to meet the Mighty Thor and All mother Frigga. It is my pleasure to be here.”

“Come inside, we will start the feast.”

They all walked in unison to The Royal Palace of Valaskjalf, the home of the Asgardian Royalty.

As they reached the entrance of the palace, the royalty’s band was marching and people of Asgard are cheering for the return of their Prince Loki. Lady Sif and The Warriors Three went to Loki and greeted him along with her wife Y/N. All of them catches up with each other, and enjoyed the feast.

They were all in the middle of enjoying the music and Loki talking to the people of Asgard, each and every one of them holding a pint of Asgardian wine, when Odin, all father joined the feast and everyone stood quiet.

“Let us all unite and celebrate the return of my son, Loki. Loki has caused multiple disasters in Asgard. It does not matter even if he killed his own father, Laufey, for the sake of our realm, He is my son. And I say, let us all feast on my son’s return.”

Asgardian cheered and returned to their own groups to chat about the return of the king, and the woman he brings with him.

Loki was in the middle of talking to Lady Sif and Warriors Three, while Y/N was overwhelmed with how welcoming Asgard is, to your other half even if he’s done many disastrous things before. But you were feeling a little lost as everyone was talking to anyone but you.

Frigga did not fail to notice Y/N, who looks lonely at the moment, she glanced at his son, Loki noticing he was busy talking to his brother’s friends, she took it as a chance to talk to Y/N.

Frigga approached Y/N and spoke to her

“Y/N, come with me” Y/N was a bit startled by all mother calling you by your name, yet you followed the queen trailing on her back, hands clasp tightly against each other, biting her lips, you grow anxious every step you take away from the feast. You took one last glance to your husband who’s still chatting with his brother’s friends until he disappeared from your sight.

They were walking quietly in the middle of a hallway inside the palace when Frigga stopped in front of a large door, maids moving to open the door letting Frigga pass by along with Y/N.

As the doors closed, Y/N was amazed by the scenery ahead of you. You can see the whole Asgard from where you stood.

You can even see people of Asgard enjoying the feast and his husband talking and laughing with other people. It made you smile, seeing your other half happy about coming back here in his home.

As you're still wondering why would Frigga, want her to be with you.

Frigga noticed every single thing Y/N did, ever since they reached this place, this is one of her favourite spot in Asgard, so this is where she took Y/N to talk.

They both stood in silence Y/N amazed by every single thing in front of her, and Frigga quietly examining her.

“What made him change?” Frigga breaks the silence. Y/N was a bit startled by Frigga’s sudden question

“Uhm I-I” Y/N stuttered while thinking of an answer

You met Loki in the middle of her forest in Vanaheim; you were in a middle of reviving a tree for the children of Vanaheim, when someone fell above the tree.

She was startled and ready to fight whoever the intruder was but then she noticed the intruder’s garments and quickly noticed who it was

“Y-you’re Prince Loki!” She beamed by the Prince’s not so graceful appearance

“B-but you’re supposed to be d-dead! Am I seeing you’re spirit? Oh my Valhalla! I am just seeing things! This is not real! You are not real!” She starts slapping his face waiting if she’s going to wake up, she hopes that this is a dream that she’s not seeing Loki’s spirit

Loki stood dumbfounded, he should’ve laughed at the unknown woman’s state but then she noticed tears prickling out of her shut eyes, and he was worried he might’ve hurt the woman, but wait why was he worried? He has injured other creatures before in purpose or accidentally, why is he worried now?

Yet he still reached out for the woman, carefully touching her hands, not wanting to startle her anymore

“H-hey” he mumbles softly

“No! Don’t touch me! You’re not real! You’re not real!” She screamed and cried harder

He was startled by her outburst so he grabbed her hands as she collapsed in his chest

“Woman, woman wake up” he shakes her shoulders to wake her up but to no avail. That gave him no choice but to carry her and ruin his own plan by saving her

He runs out of the forest, while finding someone to help them. He then found a small shack in the middle of the forest, he bursts inside not minding if other people saw him.

Inside the shack, Alfmey and Ernir are peacefully having their lunch when Loki bursts inside their home

“Prince Loki?” Alfmey muttered trailing her eyes to the Prince and the Princess lays unconscious on the Prince’s arms

“The Princess! Oh Valhalla, Ernir help them!” Alfmey told his husband

Princess? Loki thought

Ernir took the Princess from Loki’s arms while Alfmey tidied up their own bed. Ernir lays the Princess on the mattress and Alfmey remove the dirt from the Princess’s gown.

“P-prince Loki, what happened?” Ernir is scared of the god, all of the people and creatures living in the nine realms knew he died, news coming from Asgard, they were all at ease in the realm on the Vanaheim, but seeing him in the flesh it made him terrified as he stuttered talking to him

“I was supposed to be hidden but she came into the forest and busted my plans. I might have frightened her. I suppose there is no point of hiding now, you shall not let other Vanir know that I am alive, I still need to hide. I will stay here for now.” Loki rumbles

“Y-yes My Prince, make yourself c-comfortable” Alfmey, stuttered still scared of the god

“But I should tell the royal family that Princess Y/N is unconscious, the royal healer should check the Princess if she has inju- hurt herself” Alfmey nervously spoke

“I did not harm her, you do not have to worry. I merely scared her, probably because she thought I am a spirit or something. You shall continue your lives and pretend that we are not here. I will wait for her to wake up.” Loki volunteered

“Yes My Prince” Alfmey and Ernir agreed even though they are still hesitant to leave the Princess in the hands of Loki.

“I will also stay in here and attend to the guests, Wife you should go ahead and go to the market buy some tea and herbs for them.” Ernir told his wife, he wants to make sure that Loki would not do any funny things for the Princess as she is still unconscious

“I will go ahead now. I will be back in time” Alfmey promised leaving the shack

The shack is engulfed by uncomfortable silence. Loki is looking at the outskirts of the forest outside the window, while Ernir is staring harsh at the back of the Prince’s head.

“Stop staring at me. I will not do anything funny. You need not to worry.” Loki assured Ernir, but the man is still uncertain of Loki’s “plans” as he mentioned earlier

“W-what are your plans?” Ernir asked the Prince, trying to look tough but nervously fiddling with his hands behind his back

“My pla- Oh you mean? I don’t have to tell you anything” Loki smirks

This fuelled a lot of unholy thoughts in Ernir’s mind. He is certain that whatever plan Loki have is dangerous for the Princess. He is determined to protect the Princess at all cost.

“You know I can read every single words that flows inside your pathetic little brain right?” Loki smirks “I would not harm the Princess, rather I might use her for my own good in the near future. I do not intend to make my plan go to waste by adding another nuisance in my business, but she’s a Princess you say? And goddess of the forest.” He said lowering his tone at the very end of his statement

They were once again engulfed by another silence as Ernir proceeded on his own chores still not talking his eyes of the Princess, while Loki rests on the chair reading a book of spells.

“I’m back. I have the royal guards with me” Alfmey bursts inside her home notifying them “They are outside of the shack, I also told them that Prince Loki is here. They are coming in any minute now.”

As she ended, the royal guards went inside in search for the Princess. They easily found them when healers came in they helped the Princess into the royal carriage to go back to the palace.

The guards took Loki with them holding his arms and threw him inside a closed carriage just after the Princess’s. The coachmen shouted, letting other people know they are heading off to the palace.

Once they reach the palace healers made their way to the Princess’s chamber while Loki is met with the royalties. They had asked him multiple questions that Loki answered. They had come into agreement that only the royal family knows that he’s alive, this news should not reach Asgard, in exchange of Loki protecting the Princess. After their pact, the maids escorted Loki to his temporary chambers.

It wasn’t like his own in Asgard. The room is big enough for him to stay and do everything he needs to. The walls are painted silver and gray that matches the marble floors, which matches him. He explored his room and laid on the bed. He felt the silk of the mattress as it swallowed him to sleep.

The light from the outside shines in his shut eyes, as he forgot to shut the blinds before he went to sleep. He roamed his eyes around the room noticing the food that wasn’t there when he went to sleep.

He didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching him from the balcony of his own room when he went to eat the food in front of him.

Y/N examined Loki’s every movement. She noticed every single thing he did, and she grew bored because she thought he’s no fun. Loki is reaching for the morning tea when Y/N comes in

“So!” She claps startling him, spilling the tea on his chest.

Loki groans and glared at the woman who just disturbed his peaceful morning

“I am so sorry my Prince.” She repeatedly apologized while dabbing a cloth on Loki’s chest.

Loki grew quiet, examining the woman’s face while she’s busy cleaning the mess he made, not exactly his because this woman made him do that.

He noticed how her eyes were full of emotions, and her freckles that are scattered around her exquisite face, her small nose and her lips that are thin but plump painted pink that matches the blush on her cheeks. It made him feel things but he quickly dismissed it by slapping her hands away from his chest.

“What are you even doing in my chamber?” He angrily says

“I- I brought that in here. You didn’t responded when I knocked on your door and I was worried so I just went inside”

“I can’t believe I made a pact with your father.” Loki scoffs

“Uh?” Y/N is confused by the Prince’s behavior

“You are the one I should protect, and I can’t believe I’m going to be stucked with this moron” He scoffed even loudly. It made Y/N sad, she knew the Prince’s story, she knew that he is a selfish heartless Prince, but she still believes that there’s a heart somewhere in him, being called moron hurted her pride and dignity and that made the tears pricks in her eyes but she quickly wiped them.

“You know that you owe me right?” She said making it sound brave

Loki look at her dumbfounded but wanting for her to continue

“You scared me yesterday, but you still saved me. But you called me moron today so you owe me!”

“Moron!” Loki spat

“You owe me two now!” Y/N beamed

“Will you shut up now! Get out of my chamber or I will drag you out with my own hands.” He ordered

“Three now.” Y/N whispered

“I will but you should know,” She leaned into his ear “you’re stuck with me my Prince.”

I guess she could say to the all mother that

“I made him change” you said proudly. Frigga was surprised by your answer. She did not expected that at all but she smiled.

Frigga considered Loki as her son. He is her son. No one could ever change that. That is why she knew every little things about her son but still forgives him after what he have done. Frigga would never hat her son even if he tried to rule the Earth. She has a spot for Loki in her heart that no would ever replace. Loki, in his facade, she knew that there is a heart somewhere in him, that needed to be trigger by something or someone.

It made her happy that someone did made it happen. Though how badly she want to see her son change, it does not matter now, now that she knew his son is in the good hands.

“Thank you, Y/N” Frigga spoke laying her hands on Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N was surprised by the all mother’s movement, you froze, noticing tears coming out of the Queen’s eyes.

Not thinking straight, you went and hugged the Queen, while wiping her tears.

“Thank you Frigga. Thank you for raising Loki.”

#phew #sorry

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vaskianmountains · 4 years

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Crack ficlet in which college professors Damen and Laurent can’t shut up about how amazing their respective husbands are, and their students finally find out they’re actually always talking about each other.

Inspired by this post with art by @sunkinglaurent which I’ve seen going around the fandom, and shoutout to @goldencuffs who first put the Lamen AU tags on the post, and @laurents-laces whose anon suggested an outsider POV for a fic like this. (also, if anyone else is planning another fic like this, please let me know, because I’d love to read it!)

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“I thought you guys weren’t coming to the faculty drinks?” Erasmus asked Ancel and Nicaise.

“We weren’t,” Ancel said, sharing a knowing grin with Nicaise, “but then we learned that Professor Laurent is bringing his husband with him.”

“You mean the one with the big...?” Kashel asked, making a vulgar gesture that was supposed to resemble a penis.

“Well, when we asked whether it was the same husband he once spent six hours having sex with, he told us that he only has one husband, and that that husband would be very quick in correcting us that it was actually seven hours,” Nicaise answered.

“I didn’t know the professors brought their partners to the faculty drinks,” Pallas said.

Erasmus was still blushing from hearing the description of Professor Laurent’s husband when he answered Pallas, “Yes, Professor Damen mentioned he was hoping that his husband might come, too. They just weren’t sure whether they were going to find a babysitter on time.”

“I hope they did,” Kallias said, “because there is no way Prof Damen’s husband is going to come otherwise, and I really want to meet him. I honestly don’t know how it’s possible to admire a man so much, who I’ve never even seen in person.”

“I don’t know what I’d rather want,” Kashel sighed, “a sweetheart of a husband whose amazing with my children and takes care of all our needs, or one who absolutely takes me apart in bed every night to the point where the only thing I still know is his hands on my body and his cock inside of me.”

“That last part is definitely a need I have, though,” Nicaise said.

“Hey!” Pallas said, trying to get their attention. “Profs Damen and Laurent just walked in!”

“But they’re both on their own,” Ancel complained.

“Maybe their husbands are just coming later,” Kallias tried.

“Maybe one of them is, but I think both of them being late would be a bit too much of a coincidence,” Pallas said.

“Maybe their each other’s husbands,” Kashel joked.

“Yeah right,” Pallas joked back at her, “that would be so big of a coincidence, you might just be right.”

While they were talking, the two professors had split up. Professor Laurent had gone to get drinks, while Professor Damen was walking over to the high tables where they and various other students and professors were standing.

“Hey Prof!” Pallas called out to him.

The professor came over to them. “Hey,” he greeted them. “I wasn’t expecting so many students to show up!”

“You did say you were bringing your husband,” Kallias pointed out. “And we all want to meet him.”

Professor Damen’s entire face transformed into a warm smile at the mention of his husband.

“Did you find a babysitter on time?” Erasmus asked.

“Yes, we convinced my brother-in-law to watch Hennike and Egeria for us. Though, to be fair, it didn’t take much convincing. Auguste loves those girls too much to even consider saying no to any opportunity to spend time with them.”

“So, your husband is coming?”

“Oh, he’s here!”

Professor Laurent joined them at that moment, handing over the glass of wine he was holding and keeping the orange juice for himself. Professor Damen thanked him for the wine, his smile still soft and all but emitting light from talking about his husband.

“No drinking for you?” Ancel asked Professor Laurent.

“One of us still needs to be able to drive,” he answered. “Although, I suppose with Damen‘s size, he’d metabolize the alcohol quickly enough to still be able to drive safely.”

Ignoring the implications of both professors driving together, Kashel quickly changed the subject. “So, your husband is here?”

“Yes, he is here.” The professor’s grin made it clear that they were missing something.

“Then, where is he?” Nicaise asked.

“Standing right next to me, of course.”

They all looked from one professor to the other and back again.

“You are married to each other?”

Professor Laurent nodded.

“You have two children together?” Ancel asked.

“Hennike and Egeria are our pride and joy, and we would both lay down our own lives for them would it be necessary,” Professor Laurent explained.

Nicaise turned to Professor Damen. “So, you are the one who fucked Prof Laurent for six hours straight?”

Professor Damen’s cheeks reddened and his eyes fell away from them. Softly, he muttered, “It was seven.”

[click here for art] [click here for this ficlet on AO3]

#captive prince #laurent of vere #damianos of akielos #lamen #i was feeling inspired when i saw the post and then that outsider pov suggestion #and then my hand slipped for about 700 words #my writing #mine #ficlet

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offbrandmercyplates · 4 years

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Ms. Emmibee makes some Greek God AU Emster comics, so I follow immediately with a fanfic WEEEEE

The title of this post kind of says it all, but hey! I’m Yours The Author, and if Ms. Emmibee will allow it, the following story will be posted on my fanfiction and AO3 accounts, sooner or later. Like the first fanfic I posted here, it combines a few of the comics and even some fan art, to an extent (shout out to amee-racle for the inspiration of one of the scenes here!) into a semi-coherrent story. I originally started with an introduction scene that showed the Kore (Emmi) and Hades (Gaster) seeing but not meeting each other for the first time, but I realized the main scene I wanted to get to could be more concise and still deliver most of the same information, so I did some reworking. I hope you like it! This involves the “pomegranate” comic, mentions some stuff related to the “jewels” comic, and has a reference to amee-racle’s fan art of Kore and Hades with flower crowns! See you at the bottom!

The Meeting and the Benefits of Breaking the Rules of the Underworld

“My name is Kore. I’m the goddess of spring,” the floating humanoid in the long dress stated.

The skeleton god stared at her. “I am Hades, the King of the Underworld.” He looked a little prideful when he said that, but his expression quickly reverted to one of bewilderment. “Now I’ll ask again: how did you get down here?”

“You left the cave open when you came down here,” Kore replied.

“…Oh.” It was silent for a few moments, aside from the distant drips of water from the cave’s ceiling and the breeze Kore naturally stirred. Hades slowly pointed behind her. “The exit is that way.”

“I know.”

“…Then why don’t you leave?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“…Why?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Ah, you’re here on business. Very well; what do you wish to discuss?”

Kore held out her cupped hands. In the light of the crystals hanging from the walls and ceiling, a small pile of jewels glittered in her palms. All sorts of stones, in all sorts of colors. “You’re the one who’s been leaving these for me to find, right?” She asked.

“A-ah…” Hades blushed and tightened his grip on his golden staff. “I just—you—you liked that star sapphire I dropped, so I thought I’d let you find more,” he admitted.

Kore shifted the stones around to examine the smooth blue gem with a white star pattern in the middle. “Well… thank you!” she grinned happily, and Hades quickly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

“Y-you’re welcome…”

“And I have something for you!”

“…You do?”

“Yep! I made this for you!” She put the stones away in the pouch tied to her waist, then lifted the flower crown off of her head and placed it over his own shiny crown of metal.

Hades blinked and lifted the flower crown a bit to inspect it. It was a crown of large roses, alternating between yellow blossoms with red tips and lavender blooms. The woven stems weren’t thorny at all, and they didn’t wilt, suggesting they were made with magic. “…Oh.” He slowly let the crown settle on his head. “…Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

It was quiet again. The pink and yellow blossoms woven into Kore’s long and wild locks shed their petals into the breeze, only to regrow and repeat the process. It was a very picturesque scene.

If Hades had lips, he’d probably be biting them nervously. This little goddess was stirring… unnecessary feelings, as well as a breeze. “You should probably go—” he began.

“Got any snacks around here?”

“…Wouldn’t… you rather eat the food from above?”

“I want to try new things.”

“Well…” he thought for a moment, then raised his free hand towards the wall of the cave. It shifted open, revealing a path that led to a garden. Kore floated through the garden, technically impolite for not having waited for permission to enter, but forgiven nonetheless. Hades followed after her. “Many from above believe that no life can exist in the Underworld,” he explained. “This is both true and misleading. Plants that die above ground regrow down here; their life force entwining with the Underworld’s logic. The food in this garden can be eaten by gods and even mortals who live above, bUT–!” He gestured wildly for her to stop.

Kore had picked a shiny red pomegranate and ripped it in half with her bare hands, revealing the glistening seeds. She had been about to dig in, but paused and looked up at him, awaiting an explanation. Hades straightened his long black tunic and tried to look calm. “But you must not eat that pomegranate.”

“Huh?” Kore cocked her head to the side, hovering at eye level. “Why not?”

“The pomegranate is sacred here. It represents the very nature of the Underworld: life,” he gestured to the little spring goddess, “and death,” he put a hand to his sternum. “It is connected to the Underworld, just as I am. If you eat its seeds, you will be bound to the Underworld, and…” he blushed, “to me.”

“Ooooh,” Kore hummed.

“Indeed.”

“…”

Without breaking eye contact, Kore shoveled every seed in both halves of the pomegranate into her mouth. Hades’ jaw dropped open, sputtering sounds barely escaping his teeth as she licked the juice from her fingers, still looking him right in the eye sockets.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He finally managed.

“You just explained to me what it means.”

“YES, BUT—”

“So when should the wedding be?”

“THE WHAT?!”

Kore pulled some of the flowers out of her hair and began to weave them together as if she didn’t just seal her soul to a cave under the ground. “Oh, can we invite my mother, too? I feel like the Goddess of Nature wouldn’t take kindly to not being invited to her daughter’s wedding.”

“M-mother Nature?”

“Mm.”

“She is going to destroy me…” Hades covered his face with his hands.

Kore finished the new crown and set it on her head: an alternating mix of yellow primroses and pink cherry blossoms. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her. Besides, being a goddess bound to the Underworld doesn’t mean I have to be here all the time, right?”

“Well… technically, but—”

“So I can spend some time above ground and spend the rest of the time with you!”

“I—I! I…”

Kore’s smile grew smaller. “Do you not want to…?”

“No! I mean—I… won’t make a very good husband. I’ll disappoint you.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” She hovered next to him and gently bumped his skull with her head. “C’mon, let’s go say hello to your new mother-in-law!”

“This will not end well…”

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I don’t know much about the logic of eating food from the Underworld in this AU (Hades specifically mentions the significance of the pomegranate, and that had to have come from somewhere), so I went with the concept that plants that die before their time or under specific circumstances can grow and bear fruit in the Underworld, and anyone can eat any of that food /except/ the pomegranates. In reality, you likely can’t eat any food from the Underworld, but it was just a thought.

Hades can open a cave to go back to the Underworld, but sometimes he forgets to close it behind him, hence how Kore got in.

Flower and jewel symbolism:

Roses generally mean affection, but the color of the rose is often extremely important! Yellow roses with red at the tips of the petals represents falling in love, while lavender-colored roses represent love at first sight.

Star sapphires are often called “the stones of destiny”, and can extend mental focus and knowledge.

Sakura blossoms are practically the living symbol of spring and can represent renewal.

Primroses represent young love, and yellow primroses can represent spring and the sun.

Hades’ “I’ll disappoint you” line is based on something similar he says in a Zarla MercyPlates comic, where Papyrus tells him to be good, and Gaster says something like “I’ll try, but I’ll just disappoint you.” Ah… parallels.

Alright, I think that’s everything. Let me know if it’s okay to post these on my fanfiction and AO3 accounts. I’ll see you around! Keep being awesome! ~~~ No YOU keep being awesome!!! This is absolutely lovely hhhhhh

You’re more than welcome to post this on AO3 and FF. I’ll definitely post it here!

Now to respond to the notes!!

The pomegranate thing is great! The pomegranate symbolism from the comic is actually based on its IRL symbolism, which is similar across many cultures (representing life and death, and also love sometimes), and I think your explanation is really cool!

Hades forgetting to close the cave door is a big mood tbh.

I recognized the “I’ll disappoint you” quote and i CRY

Have I mentioned how much I love flower symbolism??? I LOVE how you used that in this!!

Thank you so much!!!!

#offbrand mercyplates #OBMPfanfic #Yours the Author #greek gods au #gaster #emmibee #aaaaa i love thisssss #submission

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