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messifangirl · 8 months

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are you still here :( you’re my fav messi blog and writer! have you got any recs or something new up your sleeve to look forward to? 💗

I'm still reading fic lately but not so much writing... I'm having trouble getting back into it but I'm really trying. In the meantime, I'm so happy that there are so many authors really flourishing and keeping the fandom alive. Here are my top ten favorite fics from the last few months.

Detachment by gabyteller

You're gonna wanna read the tags and warnings on this one because it is an angst-filled epic that jumps around in time through the years of Leo's career. Breathtaking at times and still a work in progress (but updated pretty regularly), I've read it more than once and it's currently my favorite fic in fandom.

Rating: M, pairings: multi, words: 103k, status: WIP

Taking Chances by loebala

Top and a bit of a dom Leo, but it's not just that it's the whole feel of this fic--Leo around La Scaloneta and the friendships and vibe is just fantastic. It's all told from Dibu's pov and it's everything I never knew I wanted lol. So smut but a whole lot of other stuff too :)

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Emiliano Martínez, words: 48K, status: complete (now with a sequel as well)

Mistakes I Made and Won't Bend by BermudaRhombus

This fic starts with Pep leaving Barca and deals with his friendship/relationship with Leo in the years afterward, up until the present. I think what I love about it is even though we've all seen how Pep talks about Leo in the press and what not, he still hasn't quite figured Leo out after all these years.

Rating: G, pairings: Leo/Pep, words: 11k, status: complete

Hope It Gives You Hell by Fanficburner

If you're in the mood for a little smutty abo, this is the one for you. And if you've been following me long enough, you know I like my abo consensual, so this one was right on the money for me. Leo's a little bit of a cocky shit which doesn't always do it for me, but here it does. Plus, Ramos? yes'm sign me up.

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Sergio Ramos, words: 6k, status: complete

I Can Feel It In The Air, Ooh Miami by ReflectionChamber

This one was a fun ride--but then again threesomes always are and even more so when everything doesn't always click into place. It starts after Leo's left PSG and has arrived in Miami, and explores how the three of them move from friendship into something more. Neymar doesn't know what the hell he wants, and Kylian is just struggling to hold onto Neymar. And then you've got Leo who's older and wiser but nonetheless invested in trying to keep his loved ones happy. I'm not a huge Kylian fan but this worked and it's well worth the read.

Rating: E, pairings Leo/Neymar, Leo/Kylian, Neymar/Kylian, Leo/Ney/Kylian, words: 114k, status: complete

It is in your self-interest to find a way to be very tender by gabyteller

Here's another by gabyteller but I'm not sorry. This is a totally gen fic, which sometimes I dig and I think you will too. It's about Leo's troubles at PSG, dealing with shitty fans and shitty teammates and it's told from Ramos' pov as he struggles to figure out what Leo's deal is. Bonus fatherly Pep lol.

Rating: G, pairings: gen, words: 10k, status: complete

No Regrets by LeoDios

I've never been disappointed by a LeoDios fic and though a lot of times they're emotional as shit, they're always worth it. This explores Leo being back in Paris with Neymar after winning the WC. Leo's teammates are also great in this, special mentions of Kylian, Veratti and Ramos.

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Neymar, words: 8k, status: complete

Tu misterioso alguien by inkofsouls

Fairly sure I rec'd this already but if not, shame on me. Post WC, dealing once again with Leo and Ney at PSG. All from Ney's pov which is a huge fucking mess but he's got a lot to deal with so we can't really blame him lol. Really enjoyed this one, maybe because we know how frustrating Leo can be and we get to experience that along with Neymar haha.

Rating: E, pairings Leo/Neymar, multi, words: 45k, status: complete

not everything feels like something else by goodcostume

If you haven't read goodcostume before, you're in for a treat. I love their writing style and somehow everything is hilarious. This fic is Kun in Qatar at the WC--true to life he's had his heart condition so this is him on the side watching it all, or being dragged into Leo's bubble the way he should be.

Rating: M, pairings: Leo/Kun, words: 4k, status: complete

don't ever stop if you wanna be on top by goodcostume

Yes another by goodcostume so sue me. This one is the perfect smutty MSN fic that I've been aching for since 2015 lol. If it was ever gonna happen it was prob exactly like this ;)

Rating: E, pairings: Leo/Neymar/Luis Suárez, 2k, status: complete

#football fandom #football fanfiction #football rpf #lionel messi #kunessi #msn #neymessi #psg #argentina nt #miami #fic rec

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josefavomjaaga · 8 months

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Hello! To start out, I REALLY love your page! The detail put into your posts and responses are so fun and interesting to read. I especially love when you interpret quotes with, like, I guess “stage play” versions. They’re so funny.

So I wanted to ask something of you for the first time. I’ve been writing a story that takes place in the Napoleonic Wars era for a while now, so I’ve been doing a lot of research in that era (and a lot of that research is guided by your posts haha). There are several important characters who are supposed to be police in an 1805 French town, but I’ve been having trouble finding good info about them, like what those police wore, what they carried, what their responsibilities were, etc. I’m not even sure if they have like a police station kind of headquarters or something in 1805 France. If you have anything that’ll help me out just about those french police at the time, that would be much appreciated. So far, I’ve been drawing comics about them, but whenever a police shows up I just draw him in the normal napoleonic soldier uniform…although that’s probably not accurate. Thanks!

Well, first of all: Thank you! 💖 Truth be told, I often feel quite impertinent, mocking all these illustrious personalities, who have both achieved and gone through things I cannot even imagine. But sometimes I just can’t help it. Laughter is the weapon of those without power (and in my case, without merit). Plus, it renders all these grim warriors a lot more human, and, as far as I am concerned, more amiable.

As to your question – as I’ve said in the other Ask below, it’s quite easy to find the end of my knowledge 😁. That would be one of those cases.

I actually have read up a bit on the development of what we call police today, but only for German territories. But I presume developments in France were similar, with innovations usually starting a little earlier. The German word »polizey« originally was applied to all sort of public tasks, from the organisation of markets to cleaning of the streets. It was only during Napoleon’s time (and presumably under French influence) that the term was somewhat reduced to public security measures (but that still included, for example, firemen). When it came to crimes, it usually meant what we today would call a »secret police«, i.e., surveillance of the population rather than investigation of crimes already committed.

But investigation could be part of it. Napoleon’s famous minister of Police Joseph Fouché (that one has to be named first) is mostly known for his spy network and his detailed files on pretty much everybody who was somebody in France. But, for example, after the »infernal machine« asassination attempt his men did some excellent investigations and found the culprits within days. I do not know where in Paris the Ministry of Police was located.

One of the main task of the police was to look after foreigners in town and to issue passports, as in theory nobody was allowed to travel without one.

For Paris, the police headquarters was the Préfecture de Police. It still exists today, but I do not know if it’s still in the same location. The different arrondissements of the city all had their own chief of police, who answered to the préfecture. An interesting personality to look into more might be Jean-François Réal, a co-worker of Fouché and possibly more the kind of »policeman« as we understand the term today.

As to keeping up security in the capital, that was – I think! - at least to some degree also the job of the gouverneur de Paris (who commanded the military forces stationed in the city and for a very long time happened to be one Andoche Junot, so I hope maybe @snowv88 can either confirm or correct me 😊).

It is to be noted that Fouché’s (secret) police was not the only police under Napoleon’s rule. Actually, there were several police organisations all spying on each other. On top of that, the army units had their gens d’armes who kept order and investigated possible violations among or by soldiers.

From what I have read, outside of Paris the police may have been subject to the préfet of the départment, but I am not even entirely sure about that. There seem to have been »bureaux de police«, police offices, so some kind of headquarters for the local police agents must have existed.

And that, I fear, is already all I have. I very much hope for input from people with more knowledge, because now I’ve gotten interested and want to learn more myself.

Thank you for the question and all best wished for your stories! Please share whenever you feel like it!

#napoleonic era #police #fouché

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genevievemd · 1 year

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What was your pairing doing each Valentine’s day? (Book 1, 2 and 3, + the first one after series) as in “what was happening in their lives that February 14th.” Did they acknowledge it in any kind of way? (Book 1 or 2). Do you have Valentine’s Day fics?

Hi Nonny! I love this question!

Book 1:

Valentine’s Day, in the Saraverse, falls a few weeks after Miami. Things are tense between them. I never really had an idea on what that VDay looked like until @jerzwriter sent me a prompt for intern year and now I KNOW! Lol

Gen gets a box of chocolates and flowers from a “secret admirer” (it’s either going to be Bryce or her sister being sneaky and doing it to make Ethan jealous) and Ethan gets all bent out of shape about it. To which Gen replies, if you hadn’t stop us in Miami this could have been from you. This could be us, but it’s not. And then things remain tense for a few weeks.

He drinks alone at donahues that night and contemplates what the fuck he’s doing with this life.

Book 2:

Valentine��s Day this time around falls two weeks after the hopeful hearts gala and when the hospital is now running like a clinic. Gen and Ethan have been unofficially together since the chemical attack and gen is convinced Ethan is going to do something for vday because why wouldn’t he?

He doesn’t. And it leads to their first real fight, the “great war” if you will. They don’t speak for to weeks and things are not looking good. He doesn’t understand why it was a big deal because he shows her he cares every other day of the year and he shouldn’t need one specific day to do that. Gen just wanted to effort and meaning behind it and doesn’t understand how he can’t see that.

They end up making up but things aren’t the same for a while because Ethan is still refusing to commit fully and she’s aware they may end as soon as the hospital closes and she has to transfer residencies.

Come June, when everything is okay again he asks her out on their first real date and that night explains to her his reasonings for being so hesitant for so long

Book 3 (Sara’s Version cause we don’t follow canon):

It’s their first real Valentine’s Day as a couple, they’ve been dating for 8 months and it’s bliss. Ethan is determined to make up for the previous year and goes all out. He asks her to be his valentine a few days before, she almost cries because it was the sweetest thing ever. (He asked her via a note he left in her pocket — he always left her little notes once they started dating)

Come the “big day” he takes her to a fancy dinner, they dance to one of their songs at dinner, and he writes her a love letter. A legit love letter. (Which you can read here). He also gets her a box of chocolates that looks like an envelope to go with the fact that he writes her little notes. It was the one of the sweetest things he ever did for her.

Post series:

They got engaged two months after Valentine’s Day year 3, so come the following v-day they’re secrectly married following their elopement in Paris and 3 months shy of their actual wedding.

Unfortunately, at this moment they’re in a fight. Their second “Great War” and probably their worst fight ever.

Unbeknownst to Gen, ethan had been planing to fix their distance and fight on Valentine’s Day by taking her to a drive in (where they had their second date) to watch Grease (like they did on that second date) but right before v-day he gets into an accident at Derry Roasters. And that plan is squashed.

They make up after this, as they realize how stupid they were and they go away to a bed and breakfast in Maine for Valentine’s Day.

You can read that here and see the edits version here.

I have plans to eventually write book 1 and 2s but right now I’m taking a much needed break for my mental health. So the only valentines you can read are the ones I linked above!

That’s for the question, lovey 💕

#asked and answered #anonymous #ethan x gen #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart

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nothingunrealistic · 8 months

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text translated from french by google:

The actress Eva Victor, revealed by the series Billions, divides her time between big productions and indie works. She came to visit us during her last stay in Paris.

In the series, you often play young people from Gen Z who question their environment. Are you as committed as the characters you play? Eva Victor: I had the chance to play roles of people who try to do good. I like the idea that my generation wants the world to be better, that they at least have this hope. As I can be quite pessimistic, it's inspiring for me to play them.

You are on strike right now. Yes, in support of the Writers' Guild of America (WGA). I feel lucky to do it with the other members of my union, SAG, knowing that we are acting for those who are doing least well: many do not even earn enough to be entitled to health insurance (the threshold being set at $27,000 per year). This is insane.

Negotiations are moving slowly. Yes, because studios and streaming platforms want to continue making billions at our expense. They are not ready to give up what they have acquired on our backs. Right now, they want the right to our image forever by using Artificial Intelligence to eliminate our jobs. It's frightening. They don't want to recognize the value that we artists bring to the world. This is senseless, and devastating. There, they want to drag things out so that we end up giving up. We have to hold on.

You are also an author, with texts published in the New Yorker. If I couldn't write, I don't know what I would do. I'm so grateful that it was a job, that I was able to make money from my writing. People sometimes think that writing or acting are dream jobs, and therefore they don't deserve to be really paid. No, it’s work, daily, solitary, complex… It must be valued!

You were born in Paris. How did you move from France to Los Angeles? Yes, I was born here, in the 1990s. My mother lived here for around ten years, she was an architect. And about a year and a half after I was born, she moved to San Francisco where she met the man who raised me with her.

How did you start acting? I knew I wanted to be an actress when I was 18. I studied theater in college, then I moved to New York and I was like, “This has to work!” I started auditioning, I acted in a few plays, I made my own little videos that I put online. I did that for about two years, it put me on the map. And I was on the set of a film for the first time and I understood that this was what I wanted to do.

On your social media bio, you put the pronouns “she” and “they”. I feel pretty fluid, and I think that attitude translates into everything we do. I wouldn't call myself an actress, for example, I just do what I want to do, when I can. Here you have "iel", but it's less common, right?

Yes, it remains within a restricted group of people. I love when people use “they” or “she” interchangeably, because it reminds me of my fluidity. And I like it when it confuses people. I think we live in such a binary world that this stuff deserves to explode and go beyond the binary.

Are you viscerally New Yorker? I love this city. But now, I left New York and traveled a lot for two years. Every time I go back, I tell myself that it is a magnificent city, like Paris, with its particular magic. You can walk, the streets are lively... It's difficult to feel alone there.

Unlike Los Angeles? I'm from Northern California. I spent a lot of time there last year to see my family and enjoy the nature which is more easily accessible there than in New York. There's something truly beautiful about being in a cabin, alone, in the California wilderness.

Do you need solitude? I need a lot of time to think. So yes!

Are your stays in Paris a kind of pilgrimage? I try to come back here once a year. To recharge my batteries, to visit the place where my mother gave birth to me. You imagine? It's the 1990s. This woman is pregnant, alone, American. I think what if she gave birth to a baby in the middle of the night in Paris, in a city where she didn't speak the language very well, and in a hospital surrounded by French nurses smoking cigarettes while she gave birth, I can do everything!

When you are in Paris, do you feel connected to her? Everytime! We each have the same tattoo of Île Saint-Louis on our arms. When my mom got the tattoo, she almost fainted, but it was really cute. One day, we will come and settle here to grow old together. A day.

note that the word translated as “actress” in the lead section of the article is different than the word eva uses when they say they wouldn’t call themself an actress. though the latter is the same as the word used to describe eva in the headline 😒

#you had one job!#eva victor #billions

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biromanticbooknook · 3 years

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My Most Ambitious Crossover

I got bored by posting only my second gen Amazon AU, so I’ll get back to that tomorrow, but enjoy this one-shot about Chloe and Marinette creating their own trip instead of their class trip in the meantime. Can’t have you all thinking I’m a one-trick pony, can I?

“-and that’s why we think you shouldn’t go on the trip this year.” Mlle. Bustier tried to look apologetic, but it was as much her idea as the students. Between Marinette refusing to set an example and Chloe associating with her, neither of them deserved to go.

“Oh, thank goodness. I was afraid I would have to get my daddy to donate 30% of the funds like he does every year.”

“I’m just glad I don’t have to take 60% of the trip funds out of my commission profits. That will give me a much bigger budget for fabric and accessories.” Everyone blanched at the statements of the 2 girls. They were saying that they paid for 90% of the trip every year, but that couldn’t be right. They worked so hard on fundraisers every year, they must be lying about how much they contribute.

Marinette just ignored them, turning to her seatmate. “Do you think that our other friends would want to go on a trip with us? Most classes take their trips during May, so we could leave at the beginning of June and take the entire summer.”

“Nice thinking, Maribug. With fewer people, prices go down and we can afford more bang for our buck.” They walk out of the classroom, discussing who to ask and when.

The class just made a big mistake.

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By the time the weekend rolled around, Marinette and Chloe had their group list finalized. The people going on their trip were themselves, Luka, Kagami, Aurore, Mireille, and Marc. They got together and started brainstorming fundraisers.

Marinette started. “There are the given examples; you know, car wash, bake sale, raffle. What else?”

“We could host a show.” Luka suggested.

“Like an exhibition?” Marinette asked. “We could have you perform, Kagami do a fencing demonstration, and I could do a small fashion show, using Chloe and Marc as models. Aurore and Mireille could be our MCs.”

“To capitalize on money-making, we could sell tickets, food and drink, and merch for Luka’s solo career as well as commission spots for our resident designer.”

“That’s good.” Marinette starts scribbling in the shared notebook.

“At Le Grande Paris, we could host parties. I know days when the grand ballroom is open. We could host an auction, sell lessons and creations and stuff. We could also host a masquerade ball that we sell tickets for. We could charge for food and drink. The pools are open for private reservation quite often, we could have parties there too.” Chloe takes the notebook and starts writing down her ideas, mapping out all the resources needed while muttering.

“We could also host a carnival or a gaming tournament in the ballroom.” Kagami looked thoughtful. “I’ve never actually been to one.”

Chloe added that to the list. “Should we do anything else?”

“We could start a go-fund-me. Artists and writers do it all the time to get their creations off the ground.” Marc murmured.

“That would be great. What’s our goal for this entire endeavor?”

“Our goal, Maribug, is €45,000. That should cover travel, boarding, tours, food, and souvenirs. Whatever we don’t spend gets redistributed to the group.” Chloe supplies.

“Then that should be it. Nice job, guys!”

“My, what a whirlwind of a planning session. I hope nothing rains on our parade. I wonder weather Mlle. Bustier’s class is doing this well.” Aurore beams at them.

“Mm-hmm.” Mireille agrees with Aurore.

“Probably not. Our classmates couldn’t pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel. They’ll just listen to Lila that the boot will empty by itself through the toe because ‘I worked on patenting this boot’, then they’ll get mad at the boot for not doing it.” Chloe chuckles dryly.

“Be nice.” Marinette reprimands half-heartedly.

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Chloe immediately filed the paperwork with the school board so they could go on their trip with no safety or legal concerns. She recruited Mme. Mendeleiev and M. D'Argencourt to be their chaperones, who were more than happy to go on an all-expenses-paid trip to Los Angeles, Star City, Central City, Metropolis, Gotham, New York City, and Tokyo.

They had their first fundraiser at the end of September, a pool party at Le Grande Paris. Even Mlle. Bustier’s class attended, though they didn’t know who had set it up, only that Luka was performing. They hadn’t even started their planning yet. The group made €3,041.

The next was a car wash in the middle of October. It was cool enough for a car wash to be pleasant while being warm enough that everyone was still out and about. They earned €2,632. Bustier's class was getting ice cream and listening to Lila brag.

They then had an All Hallow’s Eve bake sale, complete with candy decoration reminiscent of the American holiday. They earned €1,800.

During November, they held a carnival, with a full fall theme. It was wildly popular with families from all over Paris, earning them €6,483. It was around this time that Mlle. Bustier’s class held a bake sale, and earned €1,594. They celebrated.

Throughout the holiday season, they took advantage of peoples’ spirit. They held a raffle throughout the 12 Days of Christmas, while also holding a bake sale the day before winter break. Overall, they earned €10,749.

Over winter break, Chloe bought plane tickets and reserved tours and hotels, so all that was left was to get money for the tours and food. They were over halfway to their goal.

During January, they rented a theater, and held their exhibition. They had a crowd of fencing enthusiasts, rock music lovers, and fashion followers. They made €5,830.

They held a date auction and a masquerade to celebrate Valentine’s Day. It was amazing, and they earned €7,284.

They had checked their go-fund-me, and had found that €10,000 was there, putting them €2,819 over their goal. They were ecstatic!

They still held the gaming tournament at the end of April, but let it be free for everyone to enjoy as their celebration of reaching their goal.

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Mlle. Butsier’s class had made €7,000 over their 3 fundraisers, and they were pretty proud of themselves. No doubt they would be going somewhere much better than whatever Maribrat and Chloe have planned. Once the girls walked into the classroom, the class started to brag.

“We’ve finished fundraising!”

Marinette smiled and decided to be nice to them. “Cool. Where are you going?”

“We are going to New York City.”

Chloe was not as kind. “Oh, so are we! It was so hard to raise the €45,000 needed for our trip, but we did it. It was so euphoric to meet our goal. How much did you guys raise?”

“We made €7,000.” The smiles slowly slipped off the faces of the class. “What do you mean the €45,000 needed?”

“Well, we needed to cover food, travel, boarding, and tours, and that was just for the 7 of us. I can’t imagine what the budget would’ve been like for an entire class.” Her smile got an edge, like a lioness who knew she had cornered her prey.

Her classmates blanched. “What was our budget, Alya?” Rose looked towards their new class representative, hoping that she had an answer.

“We never had one.”

“Well, at least you filed the paperwork right?”

“What paperwork?”

Marinette responded this time. “The paperwork needed to go on a trip. You were supposed to submit it to the school board for approval of safety and legality. It was on page 17 of the packet I gave you at the beginning of the year. Didn’t you read it, Alya?”

“I-I-no. Lila said that was just extra work that you had given me to throw me off my game. She said you didn’t actually need to do all of that.”

“I didn’t know that Lila had more experience being a class representative than me and Marinette, the only 2 people who have ever been class representative here.” Chloe’s voice became as sharp and sweet as her smile. “Well, have fun with your trip. Marinette and I have to do last-minute checks on our arrangements.”

The class looked at the people that had carried them the previous years, and realized how much they relied on the girls. Lila was cursing herself for pushing away the only people who actually did anything in this class.

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The class ended up going to Disneyland Paris, and tried their best to look as upbeat as possible on their social medias. Meanwhile, The group was having the time of their lives.

They stayed in LA for 2 weeks, visiting movie sets and meeting actors. They spent another week just going on everything at Disneyland and California Adventure.

They then spent a week in Star City, touring Queen Industries and having a meet and greet with Oliver Queen and his ward, Roy Harper, who seemed to enjoy Aurore’s outgoing personality. They even saw the vigilantes.

They spent another 2 weeks in Central City, touring STAR Labs and watching the rogues try to fight the Flash family. It was the most meta-filled city in the world, and They toured a forensics lab with Bart Allen. Chloe seemed grimly pleased with seeing the bodies. She might’ve been projecting certain people onto them, not that she would ever admit it.

2 weeks in Metropolis was really fun. They toured the Daily Planet with Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Mireille was amazed by what you could do to report without having to be in front of a screen. They made a scavenger hunt of how many Supers they could find, and they found 2 different superboys. Lex Corp also gave them a tour, although it was more professional than the tour of the Daily Planet.

They spent 1 week in Gotham. They toured Wayne Enterprises and stayed out of the Bats’ way. Luka got the phone number of Tim Drake. Marinette enjoyed the inspiration that the gothic architecture brought her. There wasn’t much of a nightlife scene, considering only fools stay out after dark in Gotham.

Their 1 week in New York City was hectic. The Avengers were all at the tower when they were touring with Pepper Potts by Chloe’s request. Chloe might’ve been unofficially adopted by Tony Stark when she stood up to them and made them ‘cease their bullshit’. The Black Widow also took a liking to the girl. They also ran into these weird teens muttering about monsters when they were waiting for the elevator at the Empire State Building.

2 weeks in Tokyo. Their last stop. They visited the prestigious Ouran Academy, the host club getting Marc to come out of their shell by constantly helping boost his self-esteem. Chloe enjoyed talking business and finances with Kyoya Ootori. Kagami led them all in a traditional tea ceremony, before they all stormed the streets to try the unfamiliar street food.

Marinette ended up being unofficially adopted by 3 heroes, 2 rogues, and 5 billionaires. She was happy getting to spend 7 weeks on the road with only her closest friends.

The class was incredibly jealous of the trip their classmates took. They hoped next year they could go on a trip like that as well, but they had missed their shot.

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clearlymiraculous · 3 years

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what the heck was wishmaker (swears ahead)

Ok so I've been hit with the double whammy of the two hilarious trainwrecks that were Crocoduel and Wishmaker... as the more ridiculous of the two, lets talk about Wishmaker. please keep in mind that I literally just watched the episode and I have nothing clever to say this is really just a rant

Firstly... the knowledge that these kids will graduate and move onto lycee? in MY Miraculous Ladybug? (it's more likely than you think). But the sudden "hey, you guys are now mid-teens, time to make choices that will affect the rest of your life" honestly hit different. Suddenly it felt like a real school, with real students that had different goals. If only they, you know, showed us this crap.

Take Marinette, for example. Because, you know, she's the main character. I love how that she's such a feminist icon, that she's gotta choose between her love of fashion, Adrien, her love of design, Adrien, her dual role of Ladybug and the Guardian, and... I guess her love for Adrien? I mean, those are the main things that give her life joy and meaning and will help her choose a career.

I hope you understand that I am so fucking angry that they had to bring Adrien into this, because if anyone in that writers room actually cared about being a good influence on young girls, ADRIEN WOULD NOT BE A PART OF THIS CONVERSATION. Yes, love and being loved is important to individual happiness. We as social creatures thrive on love. But to reduce Marinette, who is supposed to be so capable and able to handle herself, to a girl with a crush, is so demeaning!!! Her value is suddenly being determined over whether or not her love is returned by a boy! What lesson is she supposed to be learning here?!?!

Adrien, by comparison, has a much more poignant conversation with Plagg over what he wants to do in life - he's always modelled, but he's now self aware enough to realise that there are other options and that he doesn't know where to go. As a cusp gen Y/Z (1995), I have never related more to a feeling like that in my life. With the rise of social media came an influx of jobs that didn't even exist when I graduated high school. Influencers did not exist, YouTubers were just beginning to flourish. I still have no clue of the specific path I want to walk down, just a few half baked ideas. Not once do we need to think about who he's in love with. Ladybug factors into the conversation, yes, but it's over his use as a hero. His unrequited love doesn't come up. What's with the double standards here?!?!

Now to the hilarity of the episode - Alec Cataldi. Until now he's just been the host of every show in Paris that isn't the news. Sure, he'd give a friendly roast every now and then, but this time around he's woken up and chosen violence... by telling people at the job fair that their jobs are pointless? The weird thing is that the selection of jobs you actually see seem to be more based on niche art and crafting. These are jobs based on the specific love of the craft that can be successful - homemade ice cream, hand crafted instruments, and wig making all have potential for financial success. Anyway it's the wig making that sets Alec off.. because apparently as a child people made fun of him for having like a disproportionately large afro?

Let's skip the majority of the fight. It's the best part of the episode, because the childhood dreams are hilarious. The best one by far is the guy who wants to be a cucumber, ESPECIALLY because it turns out to be Banana Man (still waiting for his akumatisation), and the way that Ladybug's Lucky Charm is for some random guy that just wants to be a toy dinosaur to hug people is amazing, it's so out of left field and I loved it.

HOWEVER... we also have a question that we've been wanting answered the whole episode: what does Adrien want to do? He can't think of what his childhood dream was, it was a mystery. So of course he gets hit, or he lets himself get hit, who even cares because Chat's competency has been going down faster than Thomas Astruc's ego has been rising... and suddenly I am wishing I never asked because apparently all Adrien ever wanted to do was whatever his parents wanted him to do? Fuck off.

Who in their right mind would even write that? I'm not kidding, he literally says "When I was a kid, I always wanted to be what my parents wanted me to be!" Now, if we'd had further context, like his parents talking about how they wanted him to be kind to others and to be happy with his choices, it would be fine. But all we have is Gabriel's weird emotional abuse and desire for his son to be perfect, attractive, and good at All The Things, as long as he remains the Agreste Cash Cow. WHAT? I'M SORRY, WHAT?!!?! Adrien, honey, you need a therapist, because no, you're not perfect, you're a people pleasing anxious wreck.

Anyway apparently all along Alec just wanted to be the next RuPaul, because that's how we end the episode - Luka now joining the Cursed Knowledge Club, and our titular characters deciding to remain stagnant because like that's how you write a good tv series, you know?

I'm not kidding about RuPaul. Any Drag Race fan will recognise the butchered end quote. Can I get an amen?

#miraculous nitpick #miraculous shitpost #miraculous salt #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug season 4 #miraculous ladybug spoilers #miraculous ladybug season 4 spoilers #spoilers #wishmaker #wishmaker spoilers #alec cataldi #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #what the fuck was this episode

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It’s Try Something Tuesday!

This is the follow up to my Tuesday post - the Tuesday TLC Zone, with a little rec list of all the wonderful morsels you all shared. (My original plan was to send the tag game out on Tuesdays, and the rec lists on the weekends, but we’ve had such wonderful responses, so I think we’ll alternate!)

Didn’t get a chance to share? Look out next week! I’ll be sending the game around again to collect some more recs.

I haven’t read most of these yet, so mind the tags and please enjoy :D

[ETA: I’m updating the graphics so they’re consistent!]

Where it Began (Drarry) by @primavera-cerezos { T | 2020 | 700 } tw: drug use

Draco finds Harry at a house party.

I’ll Be Good (Drarry) by @not-his-glass-of-tea / ThisClassIsRiddikulus { NR | 2020 | 2k }

Harry had never been good with words… maybe that’s why he did what he did next. Because suddenly he couldn’t see any way to stop Malfoy from jumping.

Based on the song "I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young.

Just For You (Drarry) by @slytherinnbitch { M | 2020 | 28k }

It's Draco and Harry's fifth marriage anniversary. But something drastic happens which makes Harry rethinks his career choice. Find how this accident makes them take one of the best decisions of their lives....... Idk if that still holds true, I mean I have no idea what i did with this fic.

Too much mystery on what they do and what happens?

This is the first Drarry Fanfic I'm writing, where there are no boundaries, no limitations and I'm trying out my wildest imagination on this. Hope you all like it

Forever Yours/Yours Forever (Wolfstar) by @onbeinganangel { M | 2020 | 3k }

It all starts with Sirius stuck in Grimmauld Place watching the love of his life fall in love with his cousin. He's... what is it the kids say these days? Ah, yes, straight up not having a good time.

Beauty (Gen - Draco-centric) by @skeptiquexx { T | 2020 | 2k }

The walls of Draco Malfoy's Muggle apartment were bare and he needed to fix it.

like father, like son (Dralbus/Drarry) by @glittering-git { E | 2019 | 8k }

Draco had moved to Paris to escape the post-War scrutiny. He’d been living a quiet life until a certain Mr Potter showed up.

Sleepy Smiles (Linny) by @phenomenalasterisk { G | 2020 | 550 }

“You missed the movie, love.” Ginny says quietly, pressing her lips against her hair in a brief kiss.

Luna tucks her head further into Ginny’s neck and murmurs back, “I woke up for the best part.”

OR Ginny carries Luna to bed. Soft, sweet, and short bit of domestic fluff.

In the Midnight Blue (Drarry) by @xanthippe74 { T | 2020 | 5k }

On a Christmas Eve broom ride over Hogwarts, Harry shows Draco that he’s braver than he thinks.

Some Assembly Required (Drarry) by @peachpety { E | 2020 | 7k }

A relationship must occasionally endure a test of strength, be it confronting an ex, or meeting the in-laws. Sometimes, however, an inanimate object can make or break a couple. Harry and Draco’s relationship is put to the test when they attempt to assemble a piece of IKEA furniture.

La Lune (Drarry) by @thesleepiesthufflepuff / Bluefay { T | 2020 | 7k }

When Harry and Draco's neighbors start dropping like flies, the last thing they expect is to be hunted down themselves.

Four Years and a Day (Drarry) by @elvenwinters { T | 2021 | 1.5k }

What's happening to Draco Malfoy?

A Forever Kind of Love (Drarry) by @curlyy-hair-dont-care { G | 2021 | 1.5k }

The one where Harry and Draco are in a secret relationship. And Arthur Weasley is more observant than everyone else.

Invitation Microfic (Drarry) by @placate-flakeout { 2021 | 150 }

“Are you going to invite me in?” Harry leans against the door frame. His mouth tugs up almost indiscernibly so. “You look good.” [adding the first line as summary --Starry]

Love is a Banquet on Which We Feed (Wolfstar) by @samunderthelights { G | 2020 | 3k }

Sirius sneaks his record player into Hogwarts, and after learning that Remus doesn't know any of his Muggle music, he decides to share all of his favourite songs with him.

Pivotal (Drarry) by @stripedsilverfeline / tigersilver { T | 2018 | 18k }

Unspeakables use the Pensieve Protocol often, routinely. But Draco Malfoy may be using it a little more than is advisable.

Announcements & Bets (Drarry) by @devilrising { T | 2020 | 5k }

Harry’s life in his Eighth Year is bullshit, in his opinion. He doesn’t want to waste his life away at Hogwarts any longer than necessary. But does Malfoy have anything to do with that?

Trans (Male) Gay Flag (Art) by @diamondpride { 2020 }

Diamondpride’s custom pride flag design! [adding a description as summary --Starry]

The Bachelors & Bachelorettes of Stardew Valley as Cats (Art - Elliott/Sam) by @uby-victor { 2021 }

Sweet sunset fanart! [adding a description as summary --Starry]

Dirty Dueling (Dralbus) by @veelawings { E | 2020 | 6k }

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

(Or — fucked up Dirty Dancing with wand fights)

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1, 19, 43, 49, and 50 for oc asks!!

1. Your first OC ever?

audrey!! i had plans to make a rambling video talking about her origins, but it got interrupted and i never finished...her name's changed constantly since i created her but one thing's stayed the same: she's always a short, fiery redhead ghlsdfkjsk emory came from her, but i went back a bit and broke her off to be her own character w/ closer ties to her "roots" or how i first envisioned her.

audrey was basically the self insert for the silly little story i wrote back in middle school and she was, for all intents and purposes, The Blueprint. i have such an affinity for obnoxious, stupid, well-intentioned women and audrey is essentially the manifestation of that lmao. she's kinda your typical shonen protagonist...her personality was influenced by protags like luffy and naruto, very bright and optimistic, if not a little dense.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

HOO BOY well...without getting too deep i have to say it's danny! i didn't intend for danny's character to end up as a way to project my Mental Illness, but unfortunately he's the one that ended up with that burden, idk why. it might've made more sense in theory if it were emory/audrey but who knows...really what ended up happening was that i THOUGHT i was projecting on emory (and i was!) but i had actually accidentally subconsciously projected a lot of stuff i was working on in therapy onto danny...idk if any of this will necessarily make sense because i haven't written everything yet, but...danny has a lot of traits that i'm self conscious about, and once i realized that, i decided to write him to have a "happy" or "good" ending as just a little way to express some self love, because it wasn't going to originally be that way

i hope this made sense ghldskfjsk it's kinda hard to talk about coherently w/o getting too personal...

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It's time to confess

LMAO see the first answer...a LOT of my characters sort of branched off from the OG audrey, so i have a TON of short, obnoxious redhead characters that are typically paried with--thanks to the OG dirk--a tall, lanky, depressed bastard. obsessed with duos that look like the number 10, bert and ernie lookin' bitches, a round ball of energy and a scrawny can of depress i LOVE IT I EAT IT UP

i also love big eyebrows....everyone has big dark eyebrows, sorry i don't make the rules (jk i do and everyone's got big eyebrows here)

49. Which of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

you know, i feel inclined to say emory bc they're really good at making gen-z-style deep fried incomprehensible memes, but it's more out of compulsion now rather than enjoyment. i think rami likes to make very outdated memes a la lolcats and image macros. like he REALLY gets a kick out of it and loves to see what other people make, even if he doesn't get it

50. Give me the good ol' OC talk here. Talk about anything you want.

hmmmm...idk if i ever said this anywhere but i'm starting my emory/danny/etc. story from scratch (feel inclined to call it vice versa w/ some cute subtitle idk yet)! i'm sorta trying to be more intentional with the words i use to describe everything, and i'm even trying to work on a sort of reference booklet on Vices that'll be referred to in the story occasionally. i don't have a ton of stuff down on paper yet but i've got ideas swirlin...might redesign some characters and shift others...i wanna give danny long hair? and i wanna give emory a BIG fuckin coat...no more of this tiny jacket business...they're getting a MASSIVE olive jacket >:^)

#THANK YOUUUUUU TToTT this was super fun!!!#bug.txt

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First line game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

So I only have a dozen or so Harry Potter fics, so this will be multi-fandom. I'll be sure to tag everything. Oh, and I fully expect most of my opening lines to be dialogue. It will be interesting to see if that ends up true

Thanks so much to @glittering-git, @bonesliketambourines, and @tackytigerfic for the tag!

1) 2 Much Booty (In Da Pants)- (Drarry, not rated, 318) “Hey,” Draco says. “It’s that guy.”

2) Almost-but-not-quite- (Drarry, gen, 2.1k) Potter and his merry little band of misfits have won the war.

3) The Snuggle is Real- (Drarry, mature, 2.2k) “Remind me why we’re here and not at our nice warm flat,” Draco said with a wry smile.

4) Bob Weasley- (Drarry, gen, 1.4k) Draco walks into his flat with Luna on his heels.

5) A Very Tipsy Christmas- (Drarry, teen, 1.6k) “Harry,” Draco slurred. “Harry, I thought everybody here was going to hate me.”

6) Tonight's the Night (Gonna Be Alright)- (Drarry, explicit, 9.1k) Harry doesn’t really like to travel, but when the Ministry tells someone they want them in Paris, in August when the weather is perfect and their children can stay elsewhere, that person had better well take their spouse.

7) Only Happy When it Rains- (Drarry, teen, 13.6k) In the twenty-nine years Draco Malfoy had been on earth, there were exactly two things he had done of which he was proud.

8) a little chocolate now and then- (Ginsey, explicit, 4.2k) Pansy loved her girlfriend.

9) In Love With the Ferret- (Drarry, explicit, 21.9k) "Dear Merlin, you're in love with the ferret," Ron says, apropos of nothing, one sunny May morning.

10) As You Wish- (Drarry, teen, 21.9k) The sun has long since set and Scorpius is dragging his heels when Draco finally insists that it is bedtime.

11) The Heart of a Mother- (Molly Weasley character piece, gen, 2.4k) Charlie, Your father and I are hoping to visit you at the end of the month, if you are available.

12) Ex-cons (and feds) just wanna have fun- (Scott Lang/Jimmy Woo- Marvel, teen, 1.5k) What was Scott thinking?

13) You Can't Spell Awesome Without Me- (Spideypool- Marvel, mature, 25.3k) The day Wade Wilson met Peter Parker was the day he died.

14) Dream Daddy- (Stucky-Marvel, mature, 16k) “Dad!” Amanda’s voice was loud in the empty hallway.

15) everything we do, we do it big- (Kate Bishop/Gwen Poole-Marvel, teen, 5.2k) If there was one thing Kate Bishop knew, it was being a superhero.

16) All I Want for Christmas- (Stucky-Marvel, mature, 8.3k) Steve was really enjoying his post-Avengers life.

17) When you Move, I'm Moved- (Stucky-Marvel, explicit, 15k) I sit down with Steve Rogers in his apartment over a corner bodega.

18) When I'm Reborn- (Stucky-fem!Steve-Marvel, explicit 20.1k) His turgid manhood throbbed.--HA! so for reference, this is a book Stevie is reading, not actually part of the story. The actual fic starts with, “What rot!” Stevie shouted as she threw her book on the ground.

19) Bad Ass. Smart Ass. Great Ass.- (Winter Soldier + Deadpool broship, Stucky-Marvel, mature, 2.8k) Wakanda was nice.

20) I Need to Tell You Something- (Spideypool-Marvel, Mature, 21.2k) “Let’s start the story several years ago.

Wow, so I was SOOOO wrong about starting with dialogue! I did notice that all of my Drarry fics started out talking about Draco in some way which is hilarious to me because I have yet to write a whole fic from his POV. I also noticed that my first lines usually set up something else. So they're a bit short and tend to not say much? But then the next line will explain more? (I hope)

I would have to say my favorite HP line is from In Love With the Ferret, which I know is such a broken record at this point, but it was so much fun to write! ALSO IT'S RON AND I LOVE RON!!!!!!

And my favorite non-HP line is from You Can't Spell Awesome because I adore Wade Wilson and his tendency to exaggerate. A lot. (Like me.)

But this was so much fun! I'm sorry if I'm tagging people who have already been tagged but @cibeewastaken @static-abyss @slytherco @drarry-quite-contrary @the-kellephant @gnarf @maesterchill @thejadewritergirl @digtheshipper @cassiaratheslytherpuff and anyone I've forgotten, please tag me if you want to do this. I have a horrible memory and I love you all, I just forget user names!

#drarry #ginsey #stucky #spideypool #jimmy woo/scott lang #kate bishop/gwen poole #my writing

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august-anon · 4 years

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Tickletober Day 15 - Stuck [LATE]

It's been so long since I tried writing for these guys, I was close to their age last time I tried lol. Hopefully I did alright!

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Ship(s): gen or romantic Ladybug and Chat Noir, up to you

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Adiren/Chat Noir, Ler!Marinette/Ladybug

Word Count: 988 words

Summary: Thanks to a little yo-yo malfunction, Ladybug finds out something very interesting about her partner.

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Any other day, Marinette would’ve dismissed playing such silly games during patrol. Sure, the occasional race would come up at least once every few patrols, but they were superheroes. They had a responsibility to Paris, and they needed to be taken seriously to complete it. She didn’t want to even consider what would happen if Alya ever got pictures of them playing for the Ladyblog…

But school had been so stressful, lately. She’d missed so many classes and notes thanks to all the akuma attacks that her grades had started dropping. She was having to stay up extra late and put her designing on the backburner just to get enough time to study for their upcoming exams. Alya, Adrien, and Nino were helping her as much as they could, but there was only so much they could do for her.

So sue her if she took the little free time she had to call a last-minute patrol, solely in hopes that Chat Noir would try to start one of his silly games and actually give her a way to unwind.

And she was right. The sun had just set on Paris, making them much more difficult to see, giving them even more cover for their game. Ladybug chased Chat Noir over the rooftops of Paris, not even certain what her goal was anymore. She thought it had started as a game of tag, but now her only goal was to catch Chat Noir, no holds barred.

Which was why, when they reached a particularly flat roof, Ladybug went so far as to toss her yo-yo at him, grinning as it tangled around him and stopped him in his tracks. The grin escalated into laughter as he made an indignant squawk and toppled over, the yo-yo slipping from her grasp as she giggled.

“Are you alright?” Ladybug asked, approaching Chat Noir, who was currently looking more like a worm than a cat thanks to all his squirming.

“You cheated!” Chat Noir said, though his words lacked any heat and Ladybug could hear the barely-concealed laughter in his voice.

“I don’t remember us establishing any rules, kitty.”

Chat Noir rolled his eyes, though he was still grinning. “Yeah, yeah. Now help me out of here. I may be cathletic, but even I can’t break my way out of your yo-yo.”

“Keep it up with those puns and I might just leave you here,” Ladybug grumbled, though she kneeled down to start picking at the knotted string nonetheless.

“I know you secretly love them, Bugaboo.”

“In your dreams, Chat.”

Ladybug kept picking at the string, trying to find a loose portion to help tug it away. Had she not dropped her yo-yo, it would’ve been much easier, but it had only tangled the string further when the yo-yo slipped from her grasp. She drew her hands away as if burned when Chat Noir flinched and gasped.

“Are you hurt?!” She asked. “Did the miraculous ladybugs not work? Where did you get hit?”

Chat Noir chuckled a little nervously. “No, no, not hurt, don’t worry, M’lady. I’m just, ah, feline a bit sensitive.”

“Sensitive--?”

Chat groaned. “I’m ticklish, okay?”

Ladybug couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. “You’re ticklish? The big, bad superhero Chat Noir is ticklish?”

Chat thunked his head back onto the roof with another groan.

“Well, this ticklish kitty better hold still while I untangle him, otherwise he’s just going to get himself more stuck.”

“At least try not to tickle too much?” Chat asked, already sounding defeated.

Ladybug snorted as she went back to picking at the strings. “Come on, it’s not that bad. Everyone’s ticklish at least somewhere.”

A sly grin spread across Chat’s face. “Even you, M’lady?”

Ladybug quickly realized her mistake and cleared her throat, hoping her blush hadn’t spread far enough to be seen under the edges of her mask. To distract him, she quickly poked her finger into his side a few times, sending Chat Noir into a fit of giggles.

“Bug! Wait, no!”

Ladybug laughed. “Wow, you’re really ticklish. Better hope an akuma never finds out your little weakness.”

Ladybug gave up all pretenses of pretending to work on the knots and simply dug her fingers into Chat’s ribs, laughing again as he shrieked. If he was this ticklish through a leather suit, Marinette couldn’t imagine how ticklish he must’ve been without the thick protection.

“Maybe if I tickle you enough, it’ll loosen up the yo-yo and you can break free! What do you think?”

“No!” Chat wheezed.

“Now I finally know what they mean by tickled pink.”

Ladybug giggled under her breath and had mercy, pulling her hands away and going back to actually trying to untangle him. By the end of it, Marinette’s fingers were sore and there had been quite a few truly accidental tickles that had sent Chat into giggle fit after giggle fit, but Chat Noir was finally freed and the yo-yo was all wrapped up again.

“Thanks, Ladybug,” Chat said, and Ladybug couldn’t help but think that there was some sort of deeper meaning to it. “I should get back home, but I’ll see you later.”

Ladybug smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. “See you around Chat.”

Ladybug watched him go for a few blocks before turning tail and swinging home herself. She detransformed as she dropped through her trapdoor and onto her bed, letting out a sigh. Stubbornly ignoring the pointed look Tikki gave her, Marinette climbed down and threw herself into her desk chair, staring down at the textbook she’d left open before she’d all but leapt out of her room.

Surprisingly, looking down at the book didn’t bring the same amount of tension to Marinette’s shoulders as it had only a few hours before. She smiled as she jotted down notes, feeling a lot more prepared to take on exam week. Maybe a silly break was all she really needed, after all.

#tickle fic #tickletober2020 #My writing #miraculous ladybug tickling #lee!adrien #ler!marinette #ticklish!adrien #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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imagine-svt · 3 years

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hi! besides the carat anon event, i dont think we've talked before, but i have been seeing your posts on my dashboard a lot (when i used my old account too) so it was quite a surprise to get you for the event! but it has been nice even though i disappeared a lot :') im still new to the tumblr writing world so my blog's nothing much. but other than that, im glad that we do have a lot of things in common - like liking 2nd gen kpop groups and such. i hope we get to talk more, and stay safe in paris! i also hope you'll have fun there!

omg hey!! o(*^▽^*)┛ yeah, i'm like...an old tumblr lady LMFAOO i've been here too long. i'm glad to know that my account is recognizable! and welcome to the tumblr writing world <3 your fic formatting and blog aesthetics (both mobile and desktop) are heckin' pristine - i'm just staring at hyena's header and description. i see that you also like haikyuu??? who are your faves?? mine are kuroo, daichi, and atsumu <3 atsumu became one of my faves as soon as i saw mamoru miyano on the credits

#katalk #yoonzeeno

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2020 HP Cross Gen Fest Anonymous Masterlist

Here is the complete Anonymous Masterlist for the 2020 @hp-crossgenfest! Reveals will be going up in a few days on Friday, August 28, so you've still got some time to make your way through any entries you might have missed. Don't forget to leave some love for the wonderful authors and artists! <3

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absolution [Aberforth/Severus | Mature] Snape is released after a couple of years in Azkaban; the terms of his parole include apologizing in person to Albus Dumbledore’s brother. His stoicism falls apart in the face of Aberforth’s forgiveness.

A Portrait with Someone New [Luna/Remus | Teen] Luna and Remus happily expecting (in 2004).

Extra Credit [Hermione/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy has trouble concentrating in Prof. Granger-Weasley's class. However will he manage to make up the extra credit?

A day in the sun [Harry/Severus | General] Severus has been turned into a merman without his consent. Harry still accepts them and helps them reconcile the change, see its benefits, and get some of their own back.

One Bright Day [Amelia/Tonks | General] Amelia and Tonks meeting under an umbrella and a rainbow.

What Lily Knew [Draco/Lily Luna | General] Draco and Lily attend the same adult art class, but it isn't until he sees her finished piece that he understands what Lily knew all along.

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Talk to Me [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Sentenced to serve his time in Azkaban after the Battle of Hogwarts, Snape is startled out of his depression by the inevitable fights during Potter's frequent visits. What will he say to the man when he is free to walk out into the Wizarding World and speak his mind?

Everything he's ever wanted [Harry/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy had hoped that a few years in Australia would be enough to cure him of his feelings for Harry, but when he returns home and gets some unexpected news, he can't stop the feelings rushing back. The only difference is, this time he might actually have a chance.

The Apprenticeship [Draco/Lily Luna | Explicit] Prompt: Draco always gets what he wants. Even if he has to take it by force.

Battleline [Draco/James Sirius | Explicit] The wizarding world believes James Sirius Potter works for his uncle as a Curse-Breaker, but the truth is that he's one of the Auror Department's most effective undercover agents. After months of waiting he's finally got a new case, but this assignment involves him going in as himself, without the disguises he's come to rely on. More importantly, he's meant to be taking down the one person long-suspected of being the most influential wizard in Britain's criminal underworld: Draco Malfoy.

Truth from Dare [Harry/Scorpius | Teen] During a late night game of Truth or Dare after a fun Saturday out with Albus, Rose, and their friends, Scorpius finds himself being kissed by Harry Potter as a dare. But it's just a game, right?

we who walk in shadows black [Harry/Lord Voldemort | Mature] In which Harry Potter is a vicious little gremlin who knows too much, and Lord Voldemort adores him for it.

Advanced Lunacy [Harry/Severus | Mature] Luna accidentally discovers something, and now the whole Wizarding World is abuzz about it. Meanwhile, Snape keeps appearing in Harry's dreams frequently.

There's No Such Thing as Getting Out of Hand [Narcissa/Pansy | Explicit] When Narcissa Malfoy finds herself confronted with a tempting treat all grown up, will she quash her appetite or sink her teeth in?

The Most Expensive Date [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] Harry just wanted a quiet evening at home, instead he is being auctioned off at a charity event like a piece of meat. Prepared to have a terrible night, Harry is incredibly relieved when the highest bidder turns out to be none other than Scorpius Malfoy—a nice boy who couldn’t possibly have an ulterior motive... right?

the gentleness that comes [Harry/Severus | Explicit] There's something bothering Severus, and Harry wants to help. It's easier for Severus to let go when he's exploring his submissive side, so Harry plans a weekend to show him just how loved he is, and how much Harry wants to care for him.

A Technicality [Hermione/Rabastan/Regulus | General] A ritual to cleanse Hermione's new house has unexpected consequences.

a little bit of grit [Draco/Severus | Mature] Draco is a contract potioneer who specialises in medical research. Severus is... not dead, for one.

Vacanze Romane [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] When he let Scorpius help plan his vacation, Harry had no idea just how involved he would be.

Her Pleasure [Draco/Lily Luna & Harry/Narcissa | Explicit] He likes to please his woman.

no wrong answers [Harry/Remus/Sirius | Explicit] It's almost five years since the war ended, and after an intense bout of aimless wandering and travel, Harry's come back home and is living at Grimmauld Place with Remus and Sirius. Their relationship fills him up with warmth - they deserve to be happy, and it's obvious that he wants what they have. But maybe, just maybe, Harry wants more than a relationship like the one Remus and Sirius have. Maybe he wants that relationship. Maybe he wants them.

Gouge Away [Millicent/Victoire | Teen] The Weasley girl has developed a keen fascination with Millicent's woodworking shop. Millicent can't seem to get rid of her, no matter how hard she tries.

Late One Night [Hermione/Kingsley | Explicit] Late one night, Hermione finally makes her move.

Hyperion [Harry/Scorpius | General] Scorpius is a Veela and Harry is his mate.

Summer Rain [Harry/Regulus | Explicit] A rainy day gives Harry the perfect opportunity to seduce Regulus.

Summer Heat [Lily Luna/Luna | Explicit] A unexpected visit from Lily's godmother makes a boring summer weekend suddenly a lot less boring.

On the Deficiencies of Translation Spells [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Divorced, single, and free, Harry lives a completely unapologetic life in Paris. Between casual hook-ups and an easy, comfortable job, he likes to think he is as close to happiness as he'll ever be. And when he gets offered a teaching job at the prestigious Académie Beauxbâtons, he thinks he may have found exactly what was missing. But Harry is thoroughly unprepared for what he finds there - a familiar face that's been haunting his dreams for six years.

Save Me From Her Stone-Cold Gaze [Harry/Tom Riddle | General] Tom Riddle has spent years looking for the Chamber of Secrets, and he's glad he can finally purge the school of Mudbloods. At least, that was the plan. It turns out the basilisk wasn't happy to be controlled, and Tom is forced to make a deal with the Master of Death (and maybe fall in love with him).

break on me like light [Charlie/Sirius | Mature] When the Order brings Sirius Black to Charlie, the man is still covered in the grime of Azkaban. A story wherein Sirius is still a little broken, calls Charlie kid, and Charlie is far too sweet.

Fire for You [Harry/Scorpius | Explicit] Nothing can make them keep their hands off each other.

Waving Through A Window, Suddenly [Harry/Severus | Explicit] Severus Snape was alive and free and perfectly satisfied with his life. He stayed away from other people and he did what he wanted. And if he felt like he was looking through a window at everyone else, that was alright, because he didn't need them anyway. Until Harry Potter moved in across the street, that is. Suddenly, just looking through the window wasn't enough for Severus anymore.

Trying not to think [Hermione/Teddy | Explicit] She couldn't even remember the last time her and Ron had left the lights on during sex, let alone the last time he’d complimented her, so watching Teddy struggle to keep his hands to his side while she stepped out of her dress was quite the ego boost.

Puddlemere’s New Man [Oliver/Teddy | Explicit] Teddy is willing to put in the work. He’s willing to practice twice as hard as anyone else, except that no one can out-work Oliver — a fact that Teddy finds he doesn’t mind in the least.

Maybe I'm Amazed [Albus Severus/Draco | Explicit] Albus Potter never set out to fall in love with Draco Malfoy. A small story telling how Albus and Draco came to be married. On their wedding night they dance, talk and make love.

Learning to Fly [Harry/Severus | Mature] Post-war, Severus is found not guilty, but due to the stigma in the Wizarding world, he decides to live life as a Muggle, leaving everything (but his wand) behind. Harry is overwhelmed, barely having any time to grieve, he keeps being recognised in the street and strangers ask too much of him. He finds solace in the Muggle world, finally exploring who he is without the threat of death, he finds himself in a Muggle kink club watching Severus Snape tying up a young man, and he wants.

Best Man [Harry/Scorpius | Mature] In the years since his divorce from Ginny, Harry Potter hasn't cared much for dating, let alone had feelings for anyone strong enough to pursue. Now that his son's wedding is on the horizon, the Best Man, Scorpius Malfoy, has been spending extra time getting input from the Father of the Groom. And Harry finds he doesn't mind Scorpius' constant company one bit.

The Ache For Love Was Palpable [Lily/Minerva | Mature] Lily once had a crush no one ever knew about. She thought it was just a schoolgirl pash on a favorite professor, but working for the Order throws her and McGonagall constantly together. Even though she's a married woman now, Lily's feelings for Minerva come back in a rush, even stronger than before. "I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable." - Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair

Fields of Strawberries [Harry/Remus | Explicit] As much as Remus has done for Harry over the years, this is the least he could do. Little did Harry know what he would discover about himself when he volunteered to marry Remus so he could keep custody of his infant son Teddy.

Writing Harry [Harry/Severus | Explicit] After the war, Harry Potter begins writing letters to Severus.

#scarry #snarry #dralbus #drames #cross gen #hpcrossgenfest #hp femslash #hp crossgenfest #harry potter cross gen #hp cross gen #mod post #2020 fest #anon masterlist

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lencir · 3 years

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( NADIA HILKER, 254, SHE/HER ) We opened the gates to the seelie court for GENEVIEVE LENOIR and we are curious to see how the VAMPIRE, that is often described as the tempest, will contribute to the new era ━ are they the hunter, or are they the prey? We will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. It could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know…

FULL NAME: genevieve lenoir

AGE: 25 (apparent), 254 (actual)

SPECIES: vampire

SEXUALITY: bisexual

BIRTH DATE: dec. 1, 1766

GENDER: cis female

PRONOUNS: she/her

HEIGHT: 5'8″

MBTI: entj, the commander

From what she can recall, Genevieve had an unremarkable childhood. Her father Henri, a French soldier, died from tuberculosis when she was twelve, and her mother, a German midwife named Syele, never remarried. She adored her brother, Félix — a boy nine years her minor with curls so much like her own. Together, they lived in an unassuming cottage in Château-Chalon, a small commune in Eastern France.

Her uncle, a hunter by trade, would visit often, feeding her love for the wilderness. From an early age, she was taught how to listen for animals, anticipate their movements, and, most importantly, shoot. By the time she was fourteen, she could easily outshoot her uncle with the beautiful red oak crossbow he’d made for her. She had the patience of an experienced hunter too, a valued asset when hunting season came around and the town required the thinning of rabbit populations. But, for Genevieve, there was more to life than killing.

It might surprise people to know that she wasn’t always the gruff, stoic figure she is today. She wanted to practice medicine with every fiber of her being and would often stay up at night practicing her stitches. Her mother would often call on Gen’s help, teaching her the skills necessary for a successful midwife. That all ended the night Syele uncharacteristically arranged for one of her patients to deliver in the Lenoir family home.

It was a difficult delivery for both mother and baby, and Syele sent Gen to fetch the village’s other midwife to aid in the delivery. She was only gone for a few minutes, having run the entire way, but she returned to a massacre. The front door had been kicked in, furniture overturned, and amongst the wreckage lay the drained bodies of the two people she loved the most. For years, there had been rumors of vampyre killings throughout Europe. Neighbors would return from travels claiming sightings and strange disappearances. It was out of curiosity-laced shock that she bothered to check… only to find small puncture wounds in the necks of each of the bodies.

Something broke in Genevieve that night. She gave herself the night to mourn and by sunrise, she abandoned her home with only a crossbow and the family’s stallion. Medicine was no longer an option.

She met her mortal end a year later at the hands of nomad clan who had caught her scent just outside of Écrille. They ambushed her horse, slipping a sack over her head and dragging her into the night. For four agonizing nights and five balmy days, Genevieve found herself locked in a cellar. The vampires’ sadistic goal was simple: to punish her. And they dealt the final blow in the form of dripping blood into a just barely conscious Genevieve’s mouth.

She tried to resist her thirst, fought against the temptation to drain the innocent they brought in to tempt her. It almost worked, until the opening of the door blew the fragrant scent she’d longed for into her nostrils.

When she awoke into her new life, the house was empty with only blood-splattered curtains to show for the temporary vampiric guests. Alone and forced to teach herself, Gen stole away to the mountains. She remained in isolation for five months, coming to grips with her newfound immortality while feeding solely on hunters who strayed too far from the village. The adjustment period was difficult and filled with bloodshed. Needless to say, her attackers didn’t survive her vigilante justice once she found them. Killing her sire was painful, but what he had taken from her was worse. She gave their followers a choice: die or join her.

The newly formed clan —named Lamoura for the lake where Gen spent her first months of vampirism— made its way through the French countryside with sights set on Paris. After all, 1792 was a great year to be a vampire, and the violence of the revolution blurred with her own reign of terror; no one had the time to notice all the missing people. She made a name for herself across Europe, becoming known as la femme sanguinaire des boucles.

Neutrality suited Gen best, so the Lamoura would never pick a side in any of the battles they joined. As a result, she attracted the most ruthless members of her kind and had no choice but to enforce order. Those were the bloodiest years, constant challenges of her authority driving her to take more lives than she would have liked. Her form of justice was strict but fair; loyalty was rewarded and betrayal of any sort was unacceptable. The ultimate betrayal being the killing of families. A husband at war? Fine. Following someone home to where they lived with their spouse and child? Banishment or worse. The latter became a less likely punishment as her reputation came to precede her.

The same is true today, which has made her stay at court… manageable. The years have certainly hardened Genevieve, shaping her into the blunt, battle-worn woman she is today. She’s indifferent to anyone she meets until proven otherwise, existing in a moral gray area. She can recognize that she has done things that others might deem distasteful but in the name of survival, who can judge?

Her sense of humor is sarcastic, her form imposing, and she generally does little to discredit assumptions made about her. She’s passionate about the causes she believes in and is willing to give anyone a chance — one chance.

It’s a misconception that she makes rash decisions, especially given her past. On the contrary, she carefully thinks through all of her moves. It’s key to how she’s been able to maintain leadership for over two centuries.

Restlessness is something that has never sat well with Gen, and it shows the longer she stays at court. Where once she was keen to bide her time, she is now coiled and ready to seize any opportunity to escape. She has always been sure in her aims, confident in her, at times, brutally selfish way of life. Like a poison seeping into her pores, the court is slowly starting to change that, and she wants out.

THE GREAT ESCAPE x someone who’s part of her clan – esp. a. someone she’s trying to recruit (she is careful about every aspect of her life, especially who she puts in her inner circle. now that she’s established, she doesn’t want any threats to her authority) b. someone who’s been in her clan for years (either a positive or begrudging relationship) ❛ This rage will lead us through the burning plains. No matter what they say, we're heroes. ❜

AIN’T NO REST FOR THE WICKED x someone with whom she crossed paths during her “bloody” period. she didn’t use much discretion at this time so anyone who knew her then l i k e l y would’ve perceived her as a strong cold bitch ❛ There ain't nothing in this world for free. Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back. Though you know, I wish I could. ❜

VENUS x gen doesn’t have many longterm ties outside of those she believes can help her down the road. that said, this is someone she seriously considered changing her rule for. she has a heart??? ❛ At first I thought you were a constellation. I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation. ❜

BANG BANG YOU’RE DEAD x she hates this person’s guts. do with it what you may, but this is someone who really makes her wish she was as vicious as the stories say. ❛ I knew all along but I was loathe to believe. There was nothing but spite, fury, and lies in the words that you weave. ❜

hey guys! i’m taylor and i’m super hype to write with all of you :) this is my sarcastic asshole gen – feel free to like this and i’ll hit you up for plots

#dih.intro #*sometimes it 𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰 like I’ve got a 𝔴𝔞𝔯 in my 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡*#//so I rediscovered photoshop but there aren't very many changes to gen :)

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hopeandtruth · 3 years

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Blind Date Event

WHO: Hope Clarington and Seth Evans (@xsethappeal) WHAT: Blind Date WHEN: Friday Evening, July 16th, 2021 WHERE: Breadstix TRIGGERS: Alcohol consumption, allusions of past abuse WORD COUNT: 2,965

Hope had no idea why she was here. Mainly for an eventual laugh, she supposed. Lima hosting a singles night was basically a way to get all the millennials and some Gen Z into Breadstix so they could have a really good night of profits, there was no two ways about it, yet, here she was.

Hope hadn't even been on a single date since she got to Lima, hadn't even hooked up. The last time she even looked at another person would have been in Italy or Paris or something, and she couldn't even remember it. All the world travelling, even with the writing and as much as she'd talked about it, there were large chunks missing from her memory because she hadn't wanted to think about anything. So, here she was, on a stupid blind date at Breadstix, pretty sure she was going to regret the whole thing tomorrow.

Approaching her table she could already see the man who was going to be sharing her time with her and she considered just ... leaving before he saw her too. That would ruin the fun though, so she sat and smiled. "Surprised you took the time off for a date, but I guess it could have been worse."

The fact that Anna had somehow convinced him to do this was… ridiculous. He didn’t date, not since they broke up. He wasn’t into monogamy or really relationships, so going to this on a Friday when he could make way better tips at work was clearly due to his inability to say no to Anna.

Seth was always early for things, including things he didn’t really want to do. He’d already ordered a drink, though it was rather weak compared to the ones he made. He sipped it and sighed as he waited.

When he locked eyes as Hope fucking Clarington started to walk towards him, he groaned, but put on a charming smile, playing the part once she got to the table. “Unless tonight goes incredibly well, I can still probably be at work by 10.” He chuckled, “I’m shocked to see you here at all. A Clarington slumming it with the rest of us.

Hope huffed a laugh of sorts at the cheap shot, a the only kind Seth Evans would be able to afford anyway. "You're almost cute," she replied, still smiling, not yet giving him a signature sneer, "has anyone ever told you that?"

Hope quickly ordered a bottle of wine, not intending to share but she didn't protest when the wait staff brought two glasses. "So," she said, pouring herself a glass, a little fuller than it needed to be, "why are you here?"

“I’ve been called cute with assurance, both drunk and sober, I don’t hear almost very often.” He winked, taking a sip of his water.

He ordered himself some Johnnie Walker on the rocks, leaning back. “Because my best friend wanted to come and I’m here for moral support. I don’t date.” As he got his drink, he took a sip. “Why are you here?”

Hope was thankful when he didn't touch the wine, not that she wouldn't have just eventually ordered more, but it felt more like a game of dominance right now and neither was giving in. It was almost fun, at least for the time being.

She shrugged at his question, not really having much more of an answer than he did, almost made her wonder if the people who did the pairing did this intentionally. "Figured why not. I'm told I don't do enough 'normal' things, so why not try it out before I inevitably regret it tomorrow."

“So you choose to come to a mediocre restaurant, with mediocre food, mediocre people, minus a handful that I’m close with, and drink mediocre wine?” He quirked an eyebrow, taking another sip of his drink, before waving to the bartender to order himself another.

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m well above mediocre and have exceeded your expectations for ‘normalcy’, Ms Clarington. I’m not really capable of being ordinary or boring.”

Hope feigned interest as he spoke, but the more he went on about mediocrity, the harder it was to do. The confidence was interesting though, it seemed pretty real. For how big a lot of the people around Lima acted, there were few that could actually walk the walk after talking the talk, and deep down, Hope was one who could struggle with it lately, she was just a hell of a lot better at pretending than most of the world. Fake it til you make it was essential when someone had been through what she'd survived.

"Technically, I have to be the judge of that, Mr. Evans," she told him back smartly. "You never know when people will lie to you for a simple lay."

“In the 15 years I’ve been getting laid, never once have I lied to get into someone’s bed.” He finished his drink just as the second one arrived. “People who have to lie to get laid aren’t even worth the time. I like genuine people, real people. Not the kind who would tell you want you want to hear so you take off your pants, or will do whatever they’re expecting.”

He leaned back, looking her over - she may be a bitch, but even he had to admit she was hot. He wouldn’t tell her that though. “If people don’t like genuine me, that’s on them. Not me.”

The confidence was real and it was growing more intimidating by the minute, and Hope had no idea how to deal with it. This was someone who came from nothing, realistically had nothing, no doubt less than 2 paycheques from homelessness much like the rest of the world, and he didn't seem to care. It didn't make a lot of sense.

The genuine him, huh? Hope wasn't even sure she knew the genuine her, let alone liked her all that much, so there was no way she was going to let other people try and get there.

"I'm sure all those nights in the backroom at Scandals have been incredibly genuine, I think that's absolutely wonderful."

“I don’t hook up in the back room all that often. I’m usually working, and I don’t do anything that unprofessional while I’m working. I may “just” be a bartender at a small town gay bar, but I take my job seriously because I love it. So, yeah, on nights off I sometimes have fun, but I’m much more into sex outside of my place of work.”

He crossed one leg over the other, “and I remember the name and face of every person I hook up with. Even if I never see them again, I remember them.”

Hope wanted so badly to be bored, but, much to her dismay, Seth was almost interesting. He held himself highly, without having the ego that most of the company she usually kept. She wasn’t sure if she believed he knew the name and face of all his conquests, but she had no room to dispute it, so she didn’t.

“You might remember them,” she shot with a small grin, leaning back, “but I guess the real question is if they remember you.”

Seth chuckled into his drink, taking another sip. His blue-green eyes looking at her. “I have a good memory for things. Some people don’t. We have fun in the moment and that’s honestly the most important part. One night hook ups are meant for that. Just fun. It’s not a relationship.”

He shrugged, ordering himself some spinach dip. “My goal is to make people feel good for a night. Or whatever time of day we’re having fun. That’s all I care about.”

Seth's stare was a little unnerving. Sure, people usually looked, or even stared, but not like this. They were only a few feet apart and she didn't have much to hide behind, except her words, which didn't have too much of an effect on him.

Hope took a long sip of her wine, she didn't have a response and didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Well, everyone has a talent, I suppose," she told him finally.

Seth wasn’t used to being around people who didn’t have a comeback for him. Anyone at scandals always did, so seeing Hope, this woman who seemed to be stoic and reserved, yet also had the reputation of the opposite, was a change of pace.

“I have plenty of talents, but I doubt you’re interested enough to hear about them.”

He was baiting her, that much she was sure of. It was pretty damn close to infuriating. Hope wasn’t used to not having the upper hand and she certainly didn’t like it.

“You can try me,” Hope retorted, raising a brow. “But if I start to doze off, that’s on you.”

“Some of them are more of a show than tell, but I can’t do some of those things in public, unless I crawl under the table.” He winked, smirking, “but I’m 6’1, so I don’t really fit.”

He took another sip of his drink. “I play guitar and sing, I mix the best drinks in town. I’m good at sports, and was probably second or third in my class in high school. I also know a lot about cars.”

Hope did her best not to react at how sure he sounded. He knew he had the upper hand here and it showed. It got a little easier when the chat was less suggestive, thank fuck.

“You almost had me interested there,” she confessed, looking at him through her eyelashes, the exact way she knew worked. “Last I checked I didn’t care about cars, I’m smart too, I know how to mix my own drink with my own liquor, and musics just music.”

Seth rolled his eyes, “bully for you.” He ordered himself another drink, looking across the table at her. “So, what do you find interesting, Ms Ivy League Trust fund?”

That shouldn't have been a hard question, and it wasn't for most. But ever since she'd left New York, Hope wasn't really someone who did a lot of of interest rather than need. She needed to get the hell out of there and she needed her family to never know what kind of condition she left in. "Travelling," was her instant answer, "I did a lot of it for a couple years after I left New York. I wrote for a lot of magazines, making sure I always had somewhere else to go."

Hope found him interesting, but there was no way in Hell she was going to tell him that.

Seth smiled, “we do have something in common.” He leaned a bit closer, “I like to travel too. I did a big road trip across the country a few years back. I really want to go to India at some point too. I have a long bucket list of places I want to go before I die.”

Hope knew that she had to take back the control somehow, so she reached for her purse and threw a couple bills on the table, knowing it way more than covered the bill and she stood. She started towards the door before quickly turning around, "you are coming, right?" she asked, as innocently as possible, but anyone would know it was anything but.

He had to admit that this response caught him off-guard. Being paired with Hope had not led him to even consider the possibility of them going home together, and yet, clearly, that was where her mind had gone. He also had never had a woman cover his bill before. He shrugged and stood up, “taking me back to your coven for a sacrifice? I’ll have you know I’m not a virgin.” He smirked.

"I guess you'll have to wait and see," Hope told him as they left the restaurant. "I Uber'd here, busted car and all, so unless you drove, will that work for you?" Hope didn't really want to get into a car with someone she didn't know very well, so if need be, she'd just meet him at her place.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “of course I drove. It’s a pick up truck though, you sure you’re okay with that?” He cocked a brow, eyes washing over her. “I promise you I’m not secretly the modern day Ted Bundy.”

"Absolutely not," Hope told him immediately. "So, you have one of two choices, leave it here for ... who knows how long, I haven't decided, or, take it home and I can pay for an Uber, it's up to you." Hope was sure nothing would go wrong, but, there also was no way in Hell she was stepping foot in his pick-up truck.

He rolled his eyes, “the princess doesn’t like trucks. Shocker.” He sighed, “I guess I can leave her here. I’ll come back whenever and pick her up.” He had a relatively new truck, it was clean, nice. 2017. But he wasn’t exactly shocked she was so against it. “Guess I’m getting in an Uber with a woman who could be a black widow for all I know.”

"You had a choice, you know," Hope replied, doing her best not to sound too annoyed at his annoyance. "I said you could do whatever and you're choosing to ride with me anyway, and it's not too harder to figure out why," she continued giving him a once over.

Pulling out her phone, she ordered and Uber and was given a quick estimate, perks of so many people being preoccupied right now.

“Ride in the Uber with another person, or do it alone and risk being murdered. At least in pairs we’re less likely to be a target.” He shrugged, thinking his logic was pretty sound. “Im used to driving myself, I don’t think I’ve ever used Uber in my life…”

"You're acting like you're in a big city and using the Subway for the first time, don't be such a baby, it's making you far less appealing," Hope sighed, still looking at her phone. The less she gave him, the more power she had, at least in her opinion. They were using her mode of transport, going to her apartment, and she'd paid. Everything was in her favour.

“No, I’m acting like someone who watches a lot of serial killer documentaries with his best friend.” He sighed, leaning against a nearby wall. “Im also almost never a passenger in a car.”

"Well that sounds like you're just setting yourself up for paranoia," Hope shrugged taking a step towards him, looking up at him. "I figure you can get over this little ... issue for one night, right?"

Seth always loved a good height difference, and considering he was 6’2, they were rather common for him. He smiled down at her, “it’s not an issue, but yes, I can get over it for one night, Princess.”

Hope smirked up and bit her lip, staring a moment too long, before sharply turning away to greet the Uber driver that had just arrived. Confirming he was who he was supposed to be, Hope got in without hesitation and waited for Seth expectantly.

In all his life, Seth had never taken a cab or an Uber. In a town like Lima he never needed to, and when he travelled, he’d done it by car. He took a moment before getting in, shooting Anna a text just so someone knew where he was going. The Uber was cleaner than he expected… even had a new car smell.

“Texting your girlfriend?” Hope asked, as Seth sat down and they started on the drive to her place. “Because frankly that doesn’t really matter to me, but if you’re having second thoughts, I’m sure he can let you out if need be.”

Hope knew it wasn’t the case, but Seth was honestly just making it all too easy.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, thank you very much.” He rolled his eyes, “just letting a friend know where I’m going.”

Hope sighed dramatically, enjoying the game of it all now. “Well I guess I really will have to let you leave mostly unharmed then, such a shame.”

“Oh, darlin’, as long as I make it home in one piece,” he leaned in a bit, “hit me with your best shot.”

"I'll keep that in mind," Hope smirked, letting him stay close but being very careful to keep her hands to herself, at least for the new few minutes. Sure, she hadn't entirely expected this when she'd seen who her date was, or even, at all. Hope knew there very much still could be regrets tomorrow, but right now this was good and fun and who was she to push that away when she'd spent the last few nights with nothing similar.

Seth wasn’t one to say no very often. The fact that he’d taken a Friday off from work to do this date thing for Anna was not something he would usually do, but he couldn’t say no to her especially. Plus, even if Hope was a huge bitch, she was hot as fuck, and he was clearly in for a wild night

It wasn't long before the Uber stopped at Hope's apartment. Politely, she thanked the driver and led Sam into the building, past the doorman, and to the elevator. "You're not scared of heights or anything, are you?" She asked, teasing in tone, pressing the button to the 11th, and highest, floor.

Seth rolled his eyes, “no, I’m not scared of heights. I went bungee jumping a few years ago.” He shook his head. It was going to be an interesting night, that’s for sure.

#hopexseth #para

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Hiii agaiiin ^^ I saw that you're open for prompts so here I go Chisei gets a little birthday surprise from female MC 😍 You know I'm obsessed with Chisei lol I love your writing!!!

(a/n: obsessed? I say dedicated!)

“Chisei Gen should be here tommorow! I heard its his birthday!”

I looked up from my school work! “Oh... that sucks.”

Lu sighed. “Come on Carli, I know you don’t have good memories of Japan but that’s not his fault!”

I closed my book and stood up from my desk in the massive Norton Hall Library. “That’s not what I meant.” I stretched my lithe body toward the ceiling. “It’s his birthday and he gets a 14 hours plane ride to be with people who aren’t his friends.” I swung my arms down glaring at Lu. “That sucks.”

“Oh... I guess you’re right. What should we get him?”

“He doesn’t need more stuff. And he probably wouldn’t want us to get him anything. How old is he?”

“I’m not sure...” He scratched his chin. “Twenty five? I think?”

“Old!”

Lu stuttered in shock. “How is that old?”

I continued to tease. “I’ll be shocked if he remembers how old he is without subtracting his birth year!” I glanced down at my feet. I didn’t know Chisei that well. A lonely old sword swinger who didn’t hesitate to kill. Was a birthday a really happy occasion?

I went upstairs to my room, and entered the massive walk-in closet where I kept all the clothes I’d purchased during Paris Fashion Week to pick out what to wear. Johann had spoiled me, appreciating anything I got him and often telling me directly what he wanted. “Siri, text Johann.”

“What’s the message?”

“It’s Chisei’s birthday tomorrow. What should I get him?”

The phone vibrated. “Just your company should be fine.” came the response.

I rolled my eyes, rifling through the dresses. “Siri, Text Johann.”

“Sure what’s the message!” Said the phone.

“No seriously, what should I get him.” I said, I pulled out a cute little blue sundress before deciding against it.

The phone read the message back to me. “No seriously, what should I get him... send this message now?”

“Yes.”

The phone buzzed. “I am serious.” He replied.

I paused, staring at the phone. Why did he always make me feel so special? He was typing.

“I know why you feel the way you do. But Chisei isn’t a bad person. What happened in Japan had nothing to do with either of you. Let it go.”

“To the point as always.” I pouted. “Well, I know what to get him now.”

I met Chisei the next day, dressed like a princess in a rosy pink pantsuit and heels. He came out of the helicopter, the wind from the blades tossing his long dark jacket. The lining of it had a beautiful painting of the ocean. He looked down at me with a serious, blank expression. I smiled back at him and bowed. “Welcome!”

He returned my bow. I had no idea what he was thinking. But it didn’t really matter. He wasn’t here to see me anyway. As the top student at Cassell, I was required to be here to meet the next High Patriarch. The real star of the show was Anjou. He’d been a student here, I learned, and they knew each other.

“How was your flight?” I asked, keeping up the bright, effervescent tone of voice.

“Uneventful.” He glanced at me. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“Not at all!”

Anjou smiled at me around his cigar. “She’s quite the charmer, isn’t she?”

“Yes... When I heard it was her who would be meeting me, I was surprised at such a young student being the top of her class.”

“She’s a prodigy, and only growing more amazing with experience.” Anjou beckoned us. “Let’s go inside.”

I made sure to sit next to him through all the meetings, discussing boring things at best, unpleasant things at worst. The visit ended with dinner: steak with well seasoned vegetables. Chisei had relaxed somewhat. I knew things had been tense between the Cassell divisions, but I wasn’t sure about the details given I was gone so long.

He didn’t talk about himself, but asked me about what I’d done here at Cassell. I was more than happy to tell him about the missions I’d gone on and about the Day of Liberty.

At the end of the visit, things were much more smoothed over. We took our bows goodbye and I handed him a business card with my number on it. “Also, this is for you.”

I handed him a small box.

“You didn’t have to...”

“Oh... yes I did.” I winked at him.

Inside the box, Chisei would find a small golden pendent of Chinese characters on a thin chain.

宽恕

I received a message from Chisei later that evening.

“Thank you for your thoughtful gift. It means a lot to me. More than I can explain.”

(a/n) 宽恕 is the Chinese characters for extending heartfelt forgiveness. Often used in religious context to refer to the forgiveness of God.

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