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feyravenchatter · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Garrison Trio are ghost hunters, Witch Lance (Voltron), [REDACTED] Keith (Voltron), what Keith is is a secret, for now, Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Magic, each chapter is one day, Horror Elements, I don't think it will be too bad, I honestly don't know what even to tag this with, Hunk is a skeptic but scares easy, Pidge is a believer, who thinks supernatural phenomena can be quantified, Lance knows better, Gay Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Female Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, the title might change, the setting is a sort of New England analog, Just pretend it's there Summary:

Lance practiced magic. The real stuff, not this new age shit. It's why he got into ghost hunting with Hunk and Pidge. Everything he knew came from books; hopefully meeting ghosts and spirits would teach him something new.

Pidge has a surprise for them for Halloween. Two surprises actually. One is going to the most haunted property in the area on the night in question. The other is that she invited campus cryptid Keith Kogane. Everyone knows who he is, but no one actually knows him. Everything about him is just slightly off in a way that no one can quite put their finger on, and it seems that he knows something about the haunted estate.

Getting closer to Keith on Halloween will definitely be an interesting experience. What does he know that he's not telling? Is he even human? Lance knows it's possible, but not even he's prepared for the truth.

#my writing #ao3 #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #witch lance #[REDACTED] keith #it's a surprise #ghost hunting garrison trio #college au #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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raelle-writing · 2 years

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Raelle Posting Break

Hey lovelies 💜 I’m taking an Ao3 posting break. Starting today for Love & Blood. I will post chapter 6 of If You Had Something to Lose on Friday (10/21/22) and then also take a break from that.

It’ll probably be about two weeks, but maybe three, as I’m going abroad and then have to move out of my apartment directly afterwards. But it IS just a break. I will be back with more VP content 💕 I already have more written I’m just not as far ahead as I like to be.

I may also adjust my posting schedule when I return as I’m starting to feel a bit burnt out. I was producing so much content in July and August that three times a week made sense but I’ve hit a more measured pace now and I’m posting faster than I can write and it’s kind of stressing me out 😂

If I do adjust my schedule, it’ll be to twice a week. One post for Love & Blood, and one post for If You Had Something to Lose. Though I may go back to three at some point if I get ahead again. I don’t know. Sometimes creativity comes in bursts 😂

Anyway, your love and support means the world to me so I hope you’ll be waiting when I return so I can keep sharing stories with you 💕 I’ll still be active on Twitter and Tumblr (probably) during my break so feel free to drop a line or send me cool things, I would love that!

And while I won’t be posting, I WILL still be writing, so I may drop teasers here and there (once I’m back from my vacation). Anyway, lots of love from me, smooches! 😘

#if you have a preference to what days I post when I get back #let me know #debating posting my AU on saturdays instead of fridays because those chapters are so damn long #let me know what you think of that #im going to miss posting all the time but i definitely need a break #but im already working on a bunch of new stuff #the next chapter of my au #the next fic for love and blood #AND something else #A collab #it's a surprise

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be-with-me-so-happily · 1 year

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Remember this one? Stayed tuned 🤷🏼‍♀️

#tomorrow #it's a surprise #even when the night changes #ewtnc series #harry styles series #harry styles x stylist!yn

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furrama · 1 year

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Tumblr won't let me post pictures right now for some reason, but I just finally got the first route shiny in Pokemon Crystal, almost one year shy of the start date.

I'll show y'all what I got as soon as Tumblr works again.

#It's a surprise #And it's a secret #And it's an owl!#shiny pokemon #shiny quest

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generalluxun · 1 year

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He's Perfect (Fanfiction) 1 of 3

I wrote this fic a while back, but it's blossomed into a sequel, and an AU in my brain now. I call it my 'gothic' AU, because it's ML marinated in victorian/Gothic Horror, though set in modern times. I'm just posting this first one shot to maybe draw eyes. (Yes I'm shallow and need validation) The AO3 link also gives a more comprehensive tags/warnings list for people. (and somewhere to add kudos!)

This fic is Adrienette! Yay! Everyone loves Adrienette... and what could possibly go wrong?

Part 1

Marinette pushed the intercom button nervously. She'd delivered to many places before, but the Agreste mansion was one of the creepiest she'd ever seen.

A harsh female voice came crackling over the intercom. "You are late."

"Sorry. We had a lot of orders today. I had to make two trips."

"Do not be late again. Up the stairs, to the door on the right."

Marinette balked. "Normally we deliver to the front door."

"You were late."

That was hard to argue with. "Okay."

"Make the delivery and leave. Do not dawdle."

The gates buzzed, and Marinette pushed them open. She found the door unlocked when she tried it, the thick wooden barrier swinging silently upon well oiled hinges. Inside was pristine white marble with sharp black accents. Marinette felt as if the emptiness of the atrium might swallow her up. She trotted up the broad steps and turned right. There was only a single door along the balcony. Marinette straightened her jacket and gave the bag she carried a little shake… Ack, why did I do that? You don't 'straighten' a bag of pastries. With one last glance behind her to shake the feeling of being watched, Marinette knocked.

From the voice on the intercom she had expected a middle aged woman, so when a beautiful blond boy her own age answered, Marinette stared. His sparkling emerald eyes matched his smile, with only a red mark from the corner of his jaw to his ear blemishing an otherwise cherubic face.

"Hello there, miss…?"

"Croissant. I brought you the Marinettes you ordered."

His smile grew even more dazzling, and his eyes flashed with mirth. He tilted his head in response before answering. "Ah! Marinette! Thank you. I hope I like these. You're much nicer than the last delivery person."

Unwelcome, the voice on the intercom sprang into Marinette's memory. Do not dawdle. Was ogling a type of dawdle? Marinette thrust the bag to the boy. "ItsbeenverynicetomeetyouSir. Wehopetoserveyouagain."

He took the bag, but his eyes stayed on her. "Thank you, I hope so too."

He stepped back and closed the door,. At the last moment, he stopped it and whispered through the crack. "I’m Adrien."

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The order was back in again in two days. This time Marinette took extra time to brush her teeth to gleaming and double checked that not a hair was out of place before heading out early to make the deliveries. There was no greeting this time when she rang for entry, only the buzz of the gate unlocking.

"Hi Marinette!" Adrien greeted her, opening the door almost in time with her knock.

Suddenly Marinette doubted all her preprarations. She felt ogrish and ugly under that soft gaze. "Hello Mr. Um—Adrien. I've brought your order, sir!"

She thrust the bag at him, very nearly knocking him out. A quick backstep and catching her hands saved him. He carefully plucked the bag from her death grip and grinned as if it were some joke between them, not her nerves trying to ruin her.

"Thank you, please just call me Adrien. My dad is sir."

While Marinette was still lost, memorizing that smile, Adrien leaned in past her outstretched hands.

"I ordered an extra one today. Would you like to share with me?"

Marinette lowered her hands, and her brain spun up into action. "The voice on the intercom said not to dawdle."

"Nathalie's down in the lab with Father. We're the only ones up in the house right now."

His smile turned puckish, and Marinette couldn't have said no to it even if it weren't set in a perfect face. It reminded her of Peluche on a good day. "I have a little time before school."

Adrien stepped aside, allowing her entry into his room.

He did most of the talking. Adrien sat atop his desk in a stark white room with little decoration. He offered her his chair as they dug into the order. With croissant in hand, he gestured with each question, inexhaustible in his curiosity. He had two questions for her every answer, and so much of it was about herself.

Marinette would normally have balked at so many personal questions, but his earnest innocence was disarming. How long had she worked at the bakery? Could she bake? Did she go to school? What was her favorite subject? Could she speak any other languages? Was pink her favorite color? She answered between bites of a croissant she wasn’t even hungry for, and all too soon her phone beeped at her.

Marinette scrambled for it and sighed in disappointment. “I have to go. I miss enough school as it is.”

She snapped her mouth shut. THAT was a little too much information, even for someone who appeared to be homeschooled. As she stood, Adrien took out a watch from his pocket, old fashioned brass with a round face. Somehow the anachronism just seemed to fit, and Marinette found herself smiling a different sort of smile, one that pinked her cheeks when she realized it was there. He looked up and she quickly looked away, putting her phone away and willing her blush to leave.

Adrien asked softly, “Will you come again tomorrow if we order more?”

Her gaze shot back to him. “Tomorrow? I—uh what—Yes. I mean, I’m the only person who does the deliveries for the bakery, so whenever you order I’ll be here.” Marinette flexed her biceps, then prayed she might spontaneously combust as she lowered them awkwardly.

Adrien’s smile was openly fond, without a hint of reserve or embarrassment. “I’d like that. Would it be okay with you if I did?”

“I um—okay? Yeah, sure. I mean, I’m the delivery girl, my time is your time. No—”

Marinette caught herself, an act of willpower. She just had to think of her partner. How would she handle this? Well, maybe not exactly the same, tone it down by about half. Marinette clasped her hands behind herself and stood up tall.

“I’d like to come see you again. You call, and I’ll be here.”

“Whew.” Adrien grinned sheepishly. “I was worried I’d asked wrong.”

As he spoke, he pushed a hand up through his bangs and Marinette caught sight of a red mark across his brow, at the hairline. Only now it clicked that the other was gone from his cheek. The spotted part of her mind filed it away with questions for later. The civilian side merely shook her head with a reassuring smile of her own before they exchanged goodbyes and she was off to school.

—-----

It was a marvelous several days. Marinette was up early so regularly that her mother asked her if something was wrong. Each morning she made sure she was made up as good as if not better than the one before. Sitting and talking with Adrien was a little slice of heaven, and she didn’t want to miss a moment of it. She was even contemplating asking the class nightmare Chloé for any makeup tricks. It might be worth the brief ridicule.

Marinette also considered telling her friends about Adrien, and about how talking with him made her feel. They were simple, short conversations, but there was a connection there. It wasn’t just the hot rush of a cute boy anymore. She’d experienced that with other guys in the past. Sitting with Adrien was like finding a part of herself she hadn’t known was missing.

As she walked to his home this time, Marinette was contemplating ways she might try to coax him out of his house. The first suggestion had not gone over well. His eyes had grown big and in a shocked voice he’d answered, “I can’t. I couldn’t possibly leave the house now. Father’s still not done fixing what’s wrong. I can’t mess things up for him.”

Fixing what’s wrong. What exactly was wrong? Adrien’s mark had gone and she’d been glad, but then she’d noticed how his right hand twitched the whole day while he ate. The day after the mark was back, this time on his left hand. It didn’t look like bruising, just an innocuous birthmark, but why would it move? She didn’t have answers. Maybe Max might know.

Marinette rang for entry, and to her surprise the intercom crackled. “You must be quick today. He is tired.” *buzz*

It was with trepidation that Marinette knocked on Adrien’s door. He opened it after a pause, and his bright smile banished her worries, “Hello.”

Marinette rattled the bag slightly, shaking out the lingering worry. “Hello, Adrien. They said you were tired this morning, are you feeling okay?”

He blinked. “I am? I suppose Nathalie knows best. If I am tired, I should get some rest. Thank you for delivering my breakfast.”

He took the bag, and Marinette gave him a smile every bit as bright as his. “Happy as always, Adrien. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She turned to go, and he called after her. His words brought back all her worry and then some. “If you’re coming back, maybe you could tell me your name?”

#ml fanfic #adrienette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien ageste #sunshine boy #Lyceé age #A lot is different #yet it is still THEM #new Cat wielder #It's a surprise #don't worry Adrien will get one too #Eventually #Not in this fic

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