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f1stargirll · 7 months

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Conversation friends • Lando Norris

Chapter One

Word count : 2.150k

Hi guys this is my first time ever writing fanfic. I’ve had this idea for a while now and decided write it! So if any of y’all has feedback/ requests or constructive criticism I’ll be more than happy to listen! (or if u just wanna talk i’m here too <3)

Btw English isn’t my first language so don’t be too harsh on me pls🧚🏼‍♀️

Description : slow burn, college!au (enemies to lovers) and more to come.

I’m gonna make it work. I am going to make this work.

Looking around the tiny apartment I had just collected the keys to, the realization that I was finally here, alone, started sinking in slowly. This was going to be my home for the next year, a tiny apartment in a huge city I barely knew anything about, let alone knew anyone in.

It actually looks cozy, and at least it’s conveniently close to the University.

I really am going to make it work. I started unpacking and realized the need for groceries was imminent so I grabbed my keys and headed for the nearest store GoogleMaps indicated to me.

Strolling around the different isles didn’t feel as unfamiliar as I thought it would, I guess Lidl stores are always a relatively universal experience. But after a few minutes in the store, the bright neon lights and the exhaustion from the flight were seeping into my brain and making me slightly overstimulated.

Okay, got the pasta. Now I need pads and tampons and we’ll be good to go.

Mindlessly putting the cardboard box in my cart, I’m suddenly forced to look up from the huge list I had written on my phone when I feel a finger tapping my left shoulder. I quickly remove one of my headphones and turn around to face the person in front of me.

“Do you mind ?”a boy, around my age but slightly taller than I am, faces me and stares at me with an icy expression.

What’s his deal ? Wait he’s kinda…

“You’re in my way”, he spats.

He’s wearing a simple gray hoodie and sweatpants combo and a black cap hiding what seemed to be loose curls, some of them still peeking from underneath it. His baby blue eyes were piercing through me. He kept his airpods in his ears.

“I’m sorry ?” I responded slightly confused, not really hearing him well above Hozier’s new album playing in my ear.

“Do you not understand English?” He removes one of his hands from the pockets of his sweatpants to point at the box of pasta positioned right behind me, “I said you’re in my fucking way, I’ve repeated it 5 times and you’re still standing there like an idiot,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “unlike you, I don’t have all night.”

Oh, he did not just talk to me like this.

“Well there you go, almighty king of Lidl!” I exclaim while handing him the precious item, "your all powerful box of Linguini” I add, fake bowing down in irony, my face burning in anger. The exhaustion from the flight and the move had already made me easily irritable, but this was just the icing on the cake.

“Are you out of your mind?” he asks, snatching the box away from my grasp, “You just have to make a scene, huh? You’re hysterical” he huffs exiting the aisle, a baffled expression on his face.

So now I’m the crazy one? Unbelievable.

God this was the last thing I needed right now.

I sigh in exasperation, not having the strength to run after him and put up a fight.

This is going to be a long year.

Brushing my bangs slightly away from my eyes, I take a step back in my small bathroom to look for any flaws like unblended makeup or toothpaste stains on my outfit. I tend to have those a lot.

Today is my first day of class and an introduction to the daily life I was about to embark on, so looking and feeling good was quite important.

Taking the small commute to the campus, I sit next to Lola, a girl I met at the bus station earlier this morning. She instantly was very kind and helped me find my way, which turned out to be convenient for the both of us since we were heading towards the same classes. I told her about my trip from Paris and how I was here for a year abroad and she told me all about her dreams of visiting my hometown. We talked for the whole ride and exchanged Instagrams. Lola was a ray of sunshine, a gleam of light in this anxiety-inducing morning.

She also looked like the perfect representation of the sunshine; her hair a polar blond color, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean sea and a porcelain skin adorned with beautiful yet irregular freckles.

Having her by my side for the first classes felt really comforting and I was relieved to find out we shared most of our semester’s classes together. We were both English majors, and since she was here last year she had promised to help me with anything I wouldn’t understand; as I said, a ray of sunshine. We spent the day learning all about this year’s curriculum and all the work we were about to achieve.

Heading towards my last class of the day, the first meeting of what was called “Conversation Friends”. It was a program I had applied to while enrolling here, international students meeting local students once a week to exchange in English or the student’s native language. A program created to help international students better their English and make new connections.

Not knowing anyone here, I thought it would be a great opportunity to make a friend, share a nice moment and discover the city better.

But Lola warned me not to get too excited since most students in the university only did it to gain extra credit or even get a quick hookup out of it. Fine with me, people can do whatever they want, I believe I’ll still get to meet someone nice.

I like to think of myself as a pretty open person so it shouldn’t be too hard to connect with whoever it’ll turn out to be.

Walking into the amphitheater, I decide to choose a seat in the middle row and take out my notebook to write down some notes. Looking around, I can see a lot of different students from every corner of the earth and I suddenly feel a wave of comfort knowing I’m not the only one who left home for this new adventure.

“Is this seat taken?”a boy with a thick Australian accent asks while pointing to the seat on my left.

“Not at all, it’s all yours”I responded with a smile which he returned. And boy did he return it. That man was all teeth, and nose. I extended my hand to introduce myself, “my name is y/n, I’m guessing you’re Australian right?”.

He took my hand and shook it earnestly, “You’re good! I’m Daniel, nice to meet you”.

He sat next to me and we started getting to know each other quickly. Daniel seemed really kind and was really funny. I learned that he was majoring in geography (didn’t even realize that was a thing) and lives in the complex right in front of mine. He also has a passion for karting (didn’t know that was a thing either).

He’s cute. Daniel is really cute. With his little brown curls, sparkly eyes, and his smile, so big it could resuscitate a dying dentist.

He told me a little more about the program too since he had been part of it last year in a university in Montreal. He informed me that our partners were going to be chosen randomly and that we’re not allowed to change if we don’t get along.

That sucks. I hope my partner’s gonna be nice or funny, or both like Daniel. Well not just like Daniel but at least a little like Daniel, why do I keep talking about Daniel ? Daniel’s just really cute.

“So, how do you like it here so far?”he asks, crossing his long legs in front of him.

“Well, I’ve only been here for two days so I really couldn’t tell you much. I yelled at this very rude guy when I went shopping yesterday, all for some Linguini.” He questions my answer with an amused expression in his eyes.”I also met this really nice girl, Lola, she reminds me of you a little bit actually, must be the golden retriever energy.” I smile as I answer his question, feeling grateful for my encounter with the blonde this morning. At least.

“So you’re calling me a dog, after I’ve been nothing but kind, that’s what you’re doing? Wow y/n, wow.” He replies with a dramatic hand on his chest and a goofy smile on his face. “Can’t believe you fought over pasta.”

On the main stage, a professor clears his throat into the mic, telling us that the meeting is about to start. He then takes the first ten minutes to inform us on all the details of the program, like how partners have to meet at least once a week, on campus or in cultural instances like museums, cinemas or parks, some of which will be organized by the university and thus mandatory.

As if you have to ask me twice to go out for a movie, whoever it’s with and whatever the movie is, oh baby I am going to be in that seat eating my sweet popcorn. Except for horror movies, can’t watch those. I’m scared of everything horror or creepy, I can't even watch children’s movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas or Caroline.

The clanking of two fish bowls on the professor’s desks takes me out of my thoughts and I realize that he’s really about to pull out our names and assign us to partners like it’s the sunday lottery.

This is going to be very entertaining.

“Please stand up when I call out your name so your partner can see you as well,“ the professor instructs us.

His hand mixes around the first bowl of tiny pieces of paper and pulls out the first name “Daniel Ricciardo” he says into the mic, looking around for the Australian boy sitting next to me.

Daniel stands up proudly, waving at everyone in the audience like he’s on stage at a beauty pageant. His partner is next, a charming Asian boy called Alex, who was sitting front row and turned around to find Daniel and waved at him aggressively.

These two look like they’re about to have a lot of fun. Lucky Daniel.

Of course my name came up last, because why wouldn’t it ? I stand up as I hear my name being called out and let my eyes investigate the remaining students in the room, until I see him.

Fucking Linguini.

“Lando Norris” I simultaneously hear over the speakers as I see the boy who disrespected me in the middle of shopping yesterday stand up from his seat.

This can’t be real, this is a practical joke.

As his eyes meet mine I can see the smile he previously wore on his face disappear and make way for disgust as his brain processed how I looked so familiar.

The audacity of that man.

“Perfect! Apparently now everybody is paired with their partners,” the professor smiles in contentment, “now if every pair could please make its way to the front of the room to sign the register.”

As I make my way over to the front of the room, I see my so-called partner bolting towards the professor and hear him babbling about how he can’t be my partner and begs to trade with someone else.

“Norris, we both know you can’t afford to miss out on the extra credit, and the pairs have already been established, there’s no negotiation” the professor answers him sternly.

I can’t believe it. He was the one who was bad-mannered and almost verbally assaulted me in the middle of the store for nothing! I was actually considering putting this behind us to start the program on a good note and give him a chance but apparently that would be in vain. If he wants to be petty, I can beat him at his own game, that’s for sure.

Standing in front of him, I tilt my head to the side to meet his gaze “You are just unbelievable! I barely know your name and you’re already making me regret enrolling in this program.”

Looking right at me, he hands me the paper I have to sign without a word.

“You’re actually not going to talk to me? We barely know each other, this is ridiculous!” I exclaim in irritation, snatching the paper from his hands the way he snatched the box of pasta from my hands the day before.

“Can you not be annoying ? Or is that impossible for you?”he blurts out in resentment, “I’m just trying to do this thing and go home, you’ll find my email on the thing or whatever” he says without even giving you the time to respond.

This is definitely going to be a very long year.

#formula one #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #formula one fanfiction #enemies to lovers #college!au #university!au

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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im badly obsessed with team mascot jj !!! mascot jj save me from big bad frat rafe mascot jj .. 💭

having the most hilarious time imagining jj in his mascot costume, fully suited up being zac efron in this scene from 17 again. he learnt the whole thing just bc he thinks it’s funny <3 and he wanted you specifically to teach him

#💭 anon #even ripping the pants off the mascot costume 😭😭#mascot!jj #university!au

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blossom-hwa · 10 months

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Hello, Lina.

Vampire!jongho, please >:)

hello, anne. hope you enjoy >:)

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: Courting Death

Pairing: Jongho x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: something between fluff and angst, university!au, vampire!au

Warnings: mentions of death

These are the facts.

One: Jongho is not a ghost.

Explanation: Ghosts are intangible. Immaterial. Sometimes, through the sheer force of their spirit, they can move things, but even then they're more of a gust of wind than something physical. Which is why you know Jongho is not a ghost. You shook his hand once. That was real, so he can't be a ghost.

But a lot of other things about him say otherwise.

Two: Jongho is not any supernatural creature you have had the pleasure of meeting yet.

Explanation: You've racked your mind of the creatures you've encountered in your forays into the supernatural side of this realm. As an unwilling medium, able to communicate with ghosts, you can unfortunately say you've been welcomed and chased your fair share of times by a variety of creatures—werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, sirens, and more. One memorable time a demon bought you a drink. But putting together the strange things you know about Jongho has never resulted in a single one of these creatures. There's always something that doesn't fit the bill.

Three: Jongho is not human.

Explanation: Until a week ago, this wasn't fact. More of a hypothesis, really. There was just always something—off, about him. Which made you suspect he wasn't human, that he was something supernatural, but you never had proof. Not until you realized just what it was that made you think Jongho could be a ghost until you shook his hand.

He has no heartbeat.

It happened quickly. You tripping over a rock on the street, bumping into a poor woman standing a few feet away as you flailed around, and then a sudden force grabbing your arm and pulling you close to a cold body that you realized had no heartbeat.

Jongho, smiling at your seeming clumsiness. You, trying to mask the shock of your realization as just embarrassment at having fallen over right on the street. He hid it so well—so, so well. He breathed, or at least he pretended to. He walked around during daylight hours, albeit under many layers of long clothing. He attributed his strange night waking hours to being a night owl and insomniac, which all made sense for a stressed and anxious college student. If you weren't used to hanging around beings without heartbeats, you likely wouldn't ever have suspected him of being anything other than human.

This was a week ago. Since then, you've thought about it. A lot. Have neglected most of your schoolwork in favor of extensions you know you'll only use to further delay your recent procrastinating tendencies. But really, there's not much more you can rationalize, which leads you to the last fact.

Four: Jongho is a vampire.

Explanation: You've never seen him eat food. You've never seen him drink anything but a few sips of wine. His voice is heavenly, which is why you thought he might be a siren at first before you saw that he didn't have any of the telltale gill-scars scratched into the sides of his neck. He's abnormally cold all the time, even under all those layers of clothes, and he doesn't venture into sunlight unless he's almost completely covered. He doesn't seem to sleep. And he doesn't have a heartbeat.

You've never met a vampire before. Or at least, if you did, you didn't know it. So maybe this is more of a hypothesis than a fact, because you only have evidence, no concrete conclusions yet. But right now, staring at him across a table in a dimly lit bar just a mile from campus, you're certain.

His eyes are narrowed now, his lips thinned into a line. He'd been smiling when he came in, which had almost made you smile too before you remembered what you came here for. You've been sitting in silence for a while now, neither of you willing to break the tension that's settled after your previous statement.

"You're not human."

Other creatures might have tried to play it off, laughed easily and brushed you off immediately. But Jongho knows you and you know him. He's not stupid. Neither are you.

You lean forward, hunched shoulders finally cutting through the tense air. "You're a vampire, aren't you?"

Jongho's own shoulders tense up. There's no more smile hinted in his eyes, none of the usual familiarity you used to greet each other with. "What will you do if I say yes?" he asks calmly, too calmly, which is as good of a confirmation as you need. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his fingers tensing where they rest on the table, wariness creeping up his arms and into his broad shoulders. "Try to kill me? I'll warn you now, such an attempt won't end well for you."

You smile. Just a little, not much, but it's real. Not because you're happy, because you aren't, not really. Just because it's nice to be able to throw him off now, to know something that he doesn't after all this time he's spent unintentionally taunting you with the question of his identity.

"No." You relish for a moment in the slightest widening of his eyes—but not too much, because that would be too petty and besides, you were friends. With a lot of luck you'll still be, after this. "I want you to help me."

Silence falls again—incredulous, though, this time. Jongho raises a single eyebrow at you when you don't elaborate. "What in the world could you possibly need my help with, using my identity as a vampire?"

"Pirate King." You set your jaw, meeting Jongho's eyes head on. "I need to meet him."

Another incredulous beat of silence follows. "And what makes you think I could help you with that?" Jongho finally asks, crossing his arms.

"He's a vampire. Or so I've been told." You wince a little—this was the part of your plan you hadn't thought out quite yet, but you push on anyway. "I figured you would know more about him than I."

His eyes flash, and for the first time, you catch a glimpse of too-sharp canines as he sucks in his teeth. "You're courting death, you know. No one sees the Pirate King unless he wants them to. And whatever he'd do to you then would likely be a thousand times worse than whatever I could do to you."

"Don't be a good friend, Jongho. Don’t talk sense to me. That's not what I need right now." You clench your fist. "My dad worked for him." Ignoring Jongho's sharp intake of breath, you barrel on. "And now he's disappeared. I can't get shit from the people I have access to, and I'm not going to stop until I have answers."

Or until I'm dead.

Jongho eyes you warily. You get the feeling he heard what you didn't say out loud, and maybe the friend in him still wants to stop you. "You have a death wish."

"So you've said already."

"What would I get in return for whatever help I give you?" he continues, ignoring you. "I won't do this for free. If I'm going to risk my existence for you, it'd better be for something worth it."

"What, us being friends isn't enough?" You snicker without mirth. Jongho just stares back, impassive.

You sigh. "Fine. Mark my words, however—if you breathe a word about this to anyone, the world will know what you are before you finish speaking."

At this, Jongho actually smirks a little. "Oh, I know."

"Good." You take a deep breath. "I can speak to ghosts."

You don't miss the way Jongho's eyes gleam when you say this.

"You may ask me for one favor using this ability. Only one." Swallowing hard, you force yourself to keep meeting Jongho's gaze. "But it can be anything. I will not say no."

Jongho's other eyebrow rises. "Why do you think I'd accept these terms?"

You scoff. "Who doesn't have ghosts? Unsettled grudges, promises of revenge, closure. You can't tell me you don't have people you want to talk to, not over all your probably decades or centuries of being a…vampire."

That's it. That's all you have—your trump card, which you really hope is a trump card and not just a stupid hope tossed into the wind. You cross your own arms to hide the way your hands are trembling.

Jongho looks at you. Down at the two little shot glasses that have been on the table the whole time, untouched. Back up at you, and this time there's something terrifyingly hungry but also terrifyingly desolate in his eyes. You fight the urge to look away.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he sighs. And laughs, just a little, completely mirthless.

"You've got yourself a deal, Y/N." He reaches out his hand and you take it, forcing yourself not to flinch against the chill of his skin. "I just really hope you know what you're doing with it."

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thiswasinevitable-rwrb · 8 months

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Henry is in america for school, Singer Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Non-Royal Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Blow Jobs, Pining Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, henry has a crush on alex, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, Cool Guy x Nerd trope, Loss of Parent(s), Henry's dad is still James Bond, Celebrity Son, Misunderstandings, Hook-Up, Drunk Blow Jobs, Explicit Consent, Porn With Plot Summary:

Alex had seen the guy around campus, sure. He was hard to miss, but Alex never said out loud why. For everyone else, being the son of the famous James Bond actor made him a celebrity enough.

But for Alex, Henry Fox just…stood out.

#i finished....a fic????#don't get used to it #rwrb #red white and royal blue #red white & royal blue #firstprince #fox. henry fox #university!au #fic rec

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pocket-ozwynn · 1 year

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Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout

[University!AU]

Word Count: 966

Note: Credit goes to @cheeseybeans8 for this Ask which asked for the dialogue prompt of “You're really sick, you should go lie down. I can take care of this for you, don't worry” (taken from this prompt list) with Freyja being the sick one and Alice taking care of her. I appreciate your patience! 💜

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Freyja needed a hug.

This had been the most frustrating three days of her life. What had started off as a bit of soreness at the back of her throat had now blossomed into a frame-shuddering cough, no taste or smell, achy muscles, and burning, watery eyes that could barely stay open.

After nearly a week of being stuck in bed, she was finally starting to go a bit stir crazy. She had gone from the high of traveling and playing for a crowd of thousands at state finals last week, to the current low of coughing and sputtering like a sick puppy. If she had to stay cooped up in her apartment for one more day, she was going to cry.

The mattress creaked as she finally mustered the energy to roll over. She tried blinking away the fog from her most recent NyQuil coma to spy her boyfriend sitting on the edge of her desk. He typed away on his laptop with a mechanical pencil held in his teeth–a towering plastic to-go bag dominated the space behind him. He was fully absorbed in whatever he was working on because he didn’t notice her stir.

Since she was no longer contagious, Alice had offered to stay for a few days to help her recover. And while Frey was normally loved being the strong one who could take care of herself and others, she had to admit that it was nice to have tender, loving company.

Mercy, she’d missed that pretty face of his.

“H-Hey.” Alice perked up at the sound of her haggard croak.

“Hey, big mama…” He cood sympathetically as he took his pencil to speak. “How are you feeling?”

“Diiiiiiisgustin’...” She tried to sound as chipper as possible, but the facade quickly devolved into a cough. Alice laughed. “What’s in the bag?”

“Hm?” Alice looked over his shoulder. “Oh, it’s delivery from Sue Murphy’s–courtesy of the Griffins.”

Freyja tried to mimic The Squad’s warcry but her attempt was pathetic and phlegmy, so she gave up halfway. Alice burst into giggles while she managed a chuckle.

“I’ll hafta Venmo them later…” she rasped. Alice shook his head before setting his laptop to the side.

“Don’t you dare,” he replied. “I already took care of it.”

“Baaaaaabe,” Freyja groaned.

“Don’t baaaaaaaabe me,” Alice chided with a smile as he stood up to smooth out his jeans. “I’M taking care of YOU, honey–that’s how it works when you’re sick.”

Freyja playfully screwed up her face and shook her head. “Naw, that doesn’t sound right…” Alice rolled his eyes and giggled.

She lost track of him as he climbed down from her desk and dropped to the floor. After a minute or so, he came back into view as he crested the edge of her mattress. She watched him walking the length of her body–carefully stepping over the folds in the sheets and trying to avoid errant wads of tissue paper as he did so.

She noticed the determination in his eyes as he examined her. Despite the probably momentous task of taking care of a sick girlfriend well over twenty times his size, Alice looked undeterred. Maybe it was the sick brain…but something about that was incredibly sexy.

She was just…enraptured. She watched him approach with bated breath, even though she could barely feel his footfalls disturb the mattress. Every urge screamed at her to just…grab him. Hold him. Wrap herself around him and not let him go. She felt so unbearably clingy and touchy right now, especially since this was the first time she’d really been able to spend time with him since getting sick; however, she restrained herself.

Alice walked up to her face and placed a hand on her cheek. She felt every single one of those precious fingers and couldn’t help but hum at the touch. She placed her fingers over his hand and forearm and smiled weakly.

“Oh lovey,” he caressed softly between finger and cheek. “My poor Giant…”

Freyja crooned, her eyelids fluttering as she nearly dozed off…but she hissed when she suddenly remembered what day it was. “W-Wait. Shoot, I was suppose’ta help Coach with the fliers for the fundraiser. Those are due, like…tonight. I need to get up-”

She started to pull her fingers away, but Alice didn’t move his hand.

“No, you’re not,” Alice corrected firmly, but lovingly. “You’re staying right here.”

Freyja blinked. “But-”

She was cut off as Alice placed his free hand on her lips. A shiver rolled down her whole body. Feeling his hand on her cheek was one thing, but on her lips? That miniscule touch was a candlelight in a dark room, and she paid deference to it.

Heat rose to her cheeks as she silently stared down at him.

“No buts,” he ordered with a raised eyebrow and smirk. A groan welled up within her throat, but it was silenced as Alice caressed her lower lip lovingly. Her brain was sparkling and she felt goosebumps at the feeling of him on her lips. “You’re really sick, babe. You need to lie down. Just let me take care of that, okay? I don’t mind pitching in to help, and I’m sure Miss Donovan is more than understanding. She’d want you to rest, and so do I gosh danggit.”

Freyja grumbled softly, but she closed her eyes as his touch melted her stubbornness.

“Mmmmmm…fine. But…I have a request.”

“Oh?”

“When you’re done…c-can…can you be my teddy bear for a bit? I just really need to hold you for a bit…”

Alice paused long enough to delicately kiss the tip of her nose.

“I’d be delighted to be your teddy bear, my colossal cutie... Let me get you your food, then I’ll give Miss Donovan a quick call. After that, I’m all yours.”

#g/t #sfw g/t #giant/tiny #sfw giant/tiny #g/t writing #wholesome giantess #ogtoc Freyja #ogtoc Alice #University!AU #Herbeau

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yanesss · 1 year

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how about the University!au? XD

maybe one day I’ll draw Jekyll too lmao

P.S Hyde has mini tattoo and of course it’s HJ7

#edward hyde #tgs #the glass scientists #university!au

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kittynannygaming · 2 months

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[Fanfic] Sorceleur en service, ne pas déranger

AO3 Pour le challenge quotidien du Discord "Le Petit Salon d'Écriture" Challenge 374: "Être dragué sur son lieu de travail"

Titre : Sorceleur en service, ne pas déranger

Résumé : ‘La Taverne’ n’était pas qu’un lieu de repos pour Geralt de Riv, il permettait aussi aux gens de venir le commissionner. Apparemment, le jeune barde avait d’autres idées en tête.

Tags : Alternate Universe, Human!AU, University!AU,

« Tu aimes ruminer dans ton coin, on dirait. »

« J’aime boire seul. » Le Sorceleur jeta un coup d’œil furtif à la personne qui l’avait dérangé et aperçu un jeune homme brun, qui ne devait pas avoir plus de 20 ans et, considérant ses vêtements, faisait sans doute parti du groupe des ‘artistes’.

Kaer Morhen était la plus ancienne université du Continent. Le bâtiment historique était un fort datant de l’an 967 qui avait connu bien des déboires. Deux siècles après sa création, le fort avait été attaqué, ses habitants quasiment tous exterminés et le bâtiment laissé en piteux état pour les survivants.

Mais en l’an 1300, l’impératrice Cirilla fit restaurer le bâtiment dans toute sa gloire et en fit de nouveau la plus grande université du continent. Les Sorceleurs étaient le titre que portaient les professeurs. Geralt de Riv était l’un des meilleurs professeurs de Kaer Morhen et était très demandé pour s’occuper des chevaux traumatisés.

Voilà pourquoi il était à ‘La Taverne’, attendant un potentiel client. Il n’était pas là pour flirter avec un petit jeune de 20 ans (il en avait 10 de plus), quand bien même celui-ci était mignon.

« J’attends quelqu’un. »

« Oh ! Un rendez-vous galant ? » Geralt ne s’embarrassa pas de mots. L’expression de son visage était assez parlante. Le jeune homme rit et leva les mains en signe de reddition.

« OK, OK. J’ai compris. Je m’en vais. Mais si jamais ça t’intéresse, je serais au ‘Caméléon’ ce soir dès 21h. Mon nom est Jaskier, barde de profession. À bientôt peut-être, Geralt de Riv. » Jaskier s’était levé durant son petit discours et était sorti avant que Geralt puisse même répondre. Une autre personne vint s’asseoir quelques minutes après : son client était arrivé.

Ses frères l’avaient traîné au ‘Caméléon’. Eskel allait y retrouver sa copine, Essi et Lambert son fiancé, un Sorceleur d’une autre école - Stygga - , nommé Aiden. Il s’installa dans un coin, regardant autour de lui.

« Toujours en train de ruminer dans ton coin, je vois. »

« Jaskier. Je suis là avec mes frères… enfin, dès qu’ils auront trouvé leur moitié. »

« Donc vous êtes là pour vous amuser ! »

« Mes frères sont là pour s’amuser, je suis là pour être sûr qu’ils rentrent bien chez eux. »

« Ah ! Donc il y a peu de chance que tu utilises l’accès aux loges que je vais te donner. » Jaskier tendit un pass à Geralt.

« Très peu. Et je n’aime pas être draguer sur mon lieu de travail. »

« Ah mais c’est MON lieu de travail, enfin l’un des 2. Mais je ne me décourage pas facilement. À moins que tu ne veuilles vraiment pas, auquel cas, je me retirerais gracieusement. »

Geralt hésita.

« Faisons un marché, je baisserais à un niveau raisonnable mon flirt et si, à un quelconque moment, tu ne te sens pas à l’aise, dis-le moi et j’arrêterai. Ça te va ? »

Geralt acquiesça. Jaskier se leva, prétextant devoir se préparer et Geralt passa une bonne soirée avec ses frères. Il n’osait pas le penser, mais le flirt de Jaskier allait lui manquer.

« Et je vous présente notre nouveau professeur de musique : Julian Pankratz aussi appelé Jaskier le Barde. Je compte sur vous pour lui faire bon accueil. » Geralt n’en croyait pas ses yeux. Jaskier croisa son regard et lui sourit avant de faire un clin d’œil puis tourna son regard vers Vesemir et le remercia de son accueil chaleureux.

Peut-être qu’il serait soumis au flirt de Jaskier un peu plus souvent qu’il ne le croyait.

Et apparemment, ça ne le gênait plus du tout.

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