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creativemessbyvd · 14 days
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FIC IDEA VAULT #17 - RadioApple Hercules AU
@fanby-fckry is an enabler XD Their post about their idea for a Little Mermaid AU forced my hand to actually write down this idea! Originally I had the inspiration from this Tiktok!
So, this is an inspired by Disney's Hercules AU, we will follow cannon for season 1 loosely and then we take off from there, and yes, the tiktok scene will be there! I have lots of ideas already down, including a general idea of how each chapter will go. So far, aiming for 8 (?) chapters, which will have not only Alastor's POV but also Lucifer's and others as they become relevant. I want to incorporate the ideas I already have for my own Hellaverse (which I will also use for my Alastor centric fic) which include the Sins being ride or dies for Lucifer, Roo as the main villain, lots of bonding amongst the cast and some cameos by the Helluva Boss crew! I don't plan to make this be straight romance, I want them to be friends first before Alastor starts caring more for Luci, and I'm also trying to keep him as faithful as I can be to his Ace Identity (which is a spectrum! Please, no harrasment over this, but if anyone would like to help me out to make sure I don't screw Al or offend anyone, please let me know! I would really appreciate the help!)
I am swarmed by work, and this has been the worst week for me in a while, I can feel the depressing thoughts around, but talking about my aus, or any of my fandoms always helps! I hope to work on this and publish soon, but I do want to have some chapter written before posting to Ao3. So, without further ado, I leave you with the main summary and two snippets from chapter one! I'm sorry for the errors, I will fix them up for publishin the full story on Ao3! Enjoy!
At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love (Hercules Radioapple AU) by Vesta Dragon
Tasked with getting closer to the King of Hell after the last extermination, Alastor the Radio Demon tries his best to show the king the attention which is plain to see the fallen angel craves. But as they spend time getting to know each other in the most antagonistic and less romantic way possible for Alastor's peace of mind, he finds his mission shifting when shown what a capable ruler Lucifer can be, alongside his softer side that still shows the angel he never stopped being. Lucifer knows that getting along with Alastor will keep Charlie happy, and keep one less headache away from him as he takes the reigns of his kingdom back with the help of his closest friend, Satan, who is now on a mission to make sure both him and Charlie are in top shape for any upcoming battle Heaven will surely start. His heart will be his doom, as he feels himself growing closer to Alastor, but will their love be enough to stop the threat lurking far below Hell? Or will her millennia-old plans finally come to fruition, so the Root of All Evil can finally rule it all as the planets align?
Chapter One Teaser under the cut!
God was created to bring balance to the Universe, and he in turn created Angels, his first and most beloved was Lucifer Morningstar… The story of the Garden of Eden is one I'm sure you are all familiar with, but what you probably didn't know was that it skipped over a lot of details. Lucifer always thought that keeping Humans always happy and in the dark, meant they would never get to their full potential. He befriended Lilith, the first Woman, and they fell into a quick and deep love.
Charlie Morningstar was interrrupted by the loud entrance of Angel Dust, the spider demon carrying around a cooler from which he passed around beverages to the visitors sitting in front of the princess in the Hotel's second entertainment room.
"Boooooriiiiing! Charlie, I swear if you tell us the detailed history of all of creation, I'm taking everyone on a tour of my favorite clubs!"
Finished with his task, he took the main couch, sitting for once, not splayed out but definitely confidently enough that it drew some curious eyes, though they quickly turned away as he swept his gaze around. He took from the cooler two extra waters and passed one to Charlie, who accepted despite looking scandalized at his suggestion.
"Angel, you wouldn't dare!" "Oh, but I would! Who wants to go dancing?" At the raised (albeit nervous) hands that went up, he smirked at the princess who huffed and rolled her eyes.
"Well, what's wrong with giving them all the details?" Charlie shuddered to think were her charges would end up, so she admited that maybe her story would need to be told differently than to how she prefered to remember it. "For one, it would take us way too fucking long to go over everything. Let's go for the more fun version! You gotta know when to give the right details." He made sure to wink at a couple of people, the majority laughing as he riled the princess up.
"We are not sharing anything explicit!" That would be worse than the clubs, as she was about to continue her point, she was interrupted again.
"Is Charlie going to tell the Story? I wanna help!" Nifty had jumped from behind the couch Angel sat at, no one having heard her skittering around until she had made herself known. She proceeded to jump over the couch, landing on Angel and kicking him slightly before settling in beside him.
"Ouch, Nifty! Careful with my arms!"
"Hehe, sorry Angel!"
"Oh, this will be fun." Vaggie had come due to all the shouting, wanting to make sure everyone was being civil. She had known Charlie had plans to share the story, and she was glad she wasn't the only one who knew the princess had to be watched so avoid her rambling to their guests for 5 hours. She loved her, but she knew Charlie tended to go overboard, especially with this.
"Hi sweetie! Come sit here with me, we can share the loveseat." Charlie relaxed upon seeing Vaggie, and made sure to give her a kiss as soon as the fallen angel sat down beside her.
"Can you two stop with the lovey-dovey public displays, let me get my coffee in first." Yet another interrupting, this time from the resident bartender, who was carrying two takeout cups of coffee, one of which he gave to Angel, despite Nifty's attempts to snag it.
"Husk, I'm surprised that you aren't drinking a beer." Vaggie smirked, knowing that usually, the stoic bartender tended to leave the tours to the others and kept to the quiet of the bar. But it was obvious why he had come, as Angel patted his legs.
"Oooh Husky, my lap is open if you want a seat."
"I'll take the floor, otherwise we won't get to the end of the story."
"C'mon you two! Seriously?!" Vaggie was infurated now, she had hoped they had at least some decurum to save it for after the tour was done.
"I meant he would loose circulation on his legs, I ain't as light as Nifty over there." Husk laughed softly, winking at Angel as he took a seat between his legs on the floor.
"Can I sit on your lap, Angel?"
"Sure, Nift."
"Oooooookaaaay, is everyone settled? Can I continue?" Charlie was more aware now of the time constraints, but she was glad to have the company. It was always more enjoyable to have the story be told with input from everyone.
"Yes, but keep it light on the start, we want to get to the good part this century!"
After their fall from Heaven and Earth, Lilith and Lucifer began working on making their prison more comfortable. As others, like the Sins and the Ars Goetia, slowly filled Hell, as they newly appointed King and Queen, they held a party. And someone new arrived to them. She was lovely, yet she was no former angel. Her power left everyone speechless. Her name was Roo. She welcomed everyone, but especially the new King. She had seen it all, and she had to thank him for letting her be born. She was evil personified and she had a proposition. She could help them get revenge upon eveyone who had forsaken them. And while some saw this as a great opportunity, Lucifer refused.
"Fighting Heaven will bring us nothing! I prefer to make the best of this here, were I have my freedom, despite being in my own prison. Let them deal with it all, I thank you for the consideration, but it would be foolish for us to go to war when we know we will lose." Roo smiled, she tried again to entice him, but he wouldn't move. His powers, which he knew she craved, he would not give her. Roo bid them farewell, making sure they knew she could be found at the deepest part, where the river of souls ran, if they ever changed their minds.
She returned to her domain, deep into Hell, to the parts that no one had ever ventured to. She stood now in her home, a castle of darkness that towered over everything. She climbed until she came to her work room, on its center a stone basin filled with a clear swirling liquid. From it she could see the present, past and future. She had used this to her advantage to make sure her influence had sparked the first sin of man. The free will of the humans meant that she now was present up on Earth, but it also crippled her once vast power. Her future vision would never be as it once was, nor could she force the fallen who now ruled Hell to make her biding. She needed more if she was to wreck havoc as she was promised, gazing into the hazy future in which she ruled it all. She could be patient, someday she would have her revenge.
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Alastor the Radio Demon could tell that he was utterly fucked, and he could count on one hand his whole life's (and afterlife's) regrets. Babysitting an overexcited and touchy princess and her entourage was something he deeply regretted, as he watched Vaggie run around trying to film the Hotel an annoying television commercial. He honestly thought his own was pretty favorable, but the Princess thought otherwise. As she went to her meeting, her girlfriend now scrambled to put something together with no experience. He could let her keep on trying, ultimately failing but he needed to keep the Princess as happy as possible, and this was something he would have to endure.
After all of that work only for the commercial to be cut off to the news that Heaven was going to come back earlier? He knew his boss was laughing at him. The next few months brought little change. After this, he saw Charlie welcome in another patron, Sir Pentious had tried to be a thorn at Alastor's side, but like the television demon he took orders from, neither could actually cause any harm; like a toy knife, both were only mildly threatening in appearance. His meeting with the Overlords helped him be closer to his end goal. The months flew by, and still, nothing was going the Princess' way, and she was forced to call her father.
And Lucifer Morningstar ended up coming. To HIS HOTEL. The former Angel went so far as to compare him to a bellhop and Alastor was so close to unleashing everything on the pompous asshole. Thankfully, he managed to take his anger out on the loan sharks Mimzy brought, but he still had to dismiss her, more forcefully than he would have if he hadn't already been so on edge. He was fuming by the end of the day, not only had he been humiliated by Lucifer, Husk knew of him being on a leash, and Heaven would soon come. He unleashed his anger once in his room, thankful for the small mercy that his room opened into his own private bayou and no one would be aware of his (frankly childish) tantrum, and suddenly he felt it in the sudden stillness of the air, and deep among the trees, the one who owned his sould appeared.
Roo was not that taller than Charlie, yet the front was just to spite him. he knew, seeing he still towered over her but she held all the power to bring him to his knees, like she did now.
"Alastor, sweetheart! Interesting day?" She sat on a tree stump that formed into a throne. Alastor hated every minute of it but he obediently knelt by her feet, levelling her with his worst glare.
"Roo, you said he wouldn't leave his isolated hole." She laughed and smiled almost as wide as him.
"I said he wouldn't come out without proper reason, Charlotte finally reaching out to him I guess gave him the strength to try for the first time in years." She was looking at her nails, utterly unbothered by this. Her ability to see aspects of the future irked him when she kept information like this from him.
"The fucking Devil will unravel everything I have worked for here." He seethed but Roo just laughed, a shrill sound that hurt his sensitive ears.
"Oh, Al, don't be so pessimistic, darling. I need you to trust me." She reached out to take his face in her hand, squishing as he growled, static becoming more prominent around him. "This is needed, taking out that pompous asshole up in Heaven will leave my darling Lilith in the perfect spot to worm her way in, you have to trust me."
"Charlie will draw a target on her back if she goes to Heaven, and it will lead the Hotel to be in danger." All his hard work, gone if Adam himself lead the charge to the Hotel.
"Well, that's why you are here, correct? Al, trust me, everything is going according to plan. Make sure to use our little golden ticket to make a deal with the Princess, I will need her to complete my plan." He avoided yelping in pain as she dug her fingers into his face, her other hand making sure to spread his smile wider, to the point it hurt more than usual. Her tone grew dark, and suddenly Alastor could feel the chain around his neck tighten as her voice echoed everywhere in the bayou. "And don't lose your temper with Lucifer again, I don't have the time to get another puppet if he decides to smite you."
With that, she threw him to the floor and as soon as his head had stopped spinning, he looked up to find her gone.
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stillcarmine · 10 months
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A snippet of a time travel fix it fic I’m working on:
As Leo cautiously moves to the upper deck, he recalls that Nico had mentioned that he'd been having more nightmares than usual about Jason. 
But his nightmares about Jason didn't normally take place on the Argo anymore. Aside from the stab wound Michael Varus had inflicted and the fucking turtle incident, his memories aboard the ship with his friend were mostly pleasant. 
It was the dreams his mind conjured up at Camp Jupiter and in California that were the trouble. 
He sees sunlight spilling in on the staircase leading to the deck, and the sound of voices, and Leo takes the steps one by one, the voices getting clearer. 
It feels like his heart is expanding too large for his ribcage as he steps into the light, blinking until his vision adjusts and-
There's Jason. 
Jason.
Leo feels his face break into a wild grin, his eyes fill with tears and he launches himself at his lost friend. 
Jason is surprised, catching him but stumbling back a step before regaining his balance. 
"Hey," Jason says, laughter in his voice. "What's with you?"
Leo tightens his arms around Jason's shoulders and murmurs something about a bad dream. 
He hears footsteps approach them and turns his head to find a fifteen-year-old Piper looking at them with a confused smile on her face. 
"Piper!" Leo exclaims, reaching an arm out to pull her into the embrace. She comes willingly, but repeats some version of Jason's earlier question. But he hasn't seen her in person in months, and will take any chance to hug her, even if this is just a dream.  He revels in having his best friends close, feeling them warm and breathing. 
He doesn't know why he was granted such a sweet reprieve from his usual dreams, but he sends a silent thank you to whoever might be listening.
Jason lets out another laugh, and damn, Leo's missed the sound so much, and begins to extract himself from their arms, but Leo doesn't loosen his grip. "Come on, I have to go check the lines."
"Nope," Leo says, pressing his cheek against Jason's shoulder. "It can wait."
He feels Jason's hand run over his arm and hears him say softly, "That must have been one hell of a dream."
"You have no idea," Leo murmurs.
"Is it something we should worry about?" Piper asks. 
Leo shakes his head, because this isn't the time or place to worry about anything. They may just be images his brain created, but he can't bring himself to unload his grief and pain on them when they could have this moment in the sun with each other. 
Besides, he's already been to Jason's memorial and told him so many times how much he misses him. Leo blinks to clear the tears threatening to spill over. 
"Okay," Jason says, not sounding convinced. "But I really should get back to work."
"It doesn't matter," Leo tells him. 
"Leo Valdez, saying that the state of his ship doesn't matter?" Piper asks in mock incredulity. "The world might end, but I wasn't expecting this horseman of the apocalypse."
"Shut up," Leo says, with absolutely no heat in his voice as he bumps her shoulder then pulls her closer. 
Jason pulls away eventually, letting Piper take over the hugging before she too has to get back to work and Leo relents, and watches the two of them, working together, in such vivid detail. His dreams, unless prophetic or traumatic, are never this clear, but he can think about that later. From what Piper has told him, she and Jason's friendship was strained at best when he died. Leo never thought he'd get to see them joking and laughing and easy with each other again. Maybe his mind is giving him what he wants to see most. 
Which doesn't make sense. Maybe he's in some kind of dream prison, designed to make him want to stay, like the one Gaea offered Hazel once. 
He gets more support for this theory when a dark shape comes through the corner of his vision, and it doesn't really matter if this is a trap, because Jesus Christ, there's the younger version of Nico, before his growth spurt when they were still the same height, with his sweetly curling hair and oversized jacket. As if sensing eyes on him, Nico's face turns to Leo, whose own breaks out into a probably stupid looking grin, because this little Nico looks so cute, which he really shouldn't because he's underweight and sleep deprived, but love is blind, isn't it?
Leo bounds down from the helm and over to him, and it's only the frozen expression of confusion and near fear on Nico's face that makes Leo skid to a stop in front of him instead of crashing into him with a hug like he wanted to. 
"Sorry!" Leo exclaims breathlessly. "I forgot you didn't like to be touched."
If possible, Nico's eyes get wider, and they begin to dart around as if he's looking for an escape route. Leo feels a pang of guilt, because dream or not, the last thing Leo wants is to make him uncomfortable. He takes a big step back and raises his hands to show he means no harm. "Sorry, I just got carried away."
Nico stares at him uncomprehendingly. 
Leo takes another step back in the hopes that will help. "Sorry, I just- had a really weird dream?" Leo says, thinking that might work via dream logic, because he is in a dream, and compared to this time in space, reality would seem like a really fucking weird dream. "I think I'm still recalibrating."
Nico's still frozen.
"Shit," Leo sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "I really am sorry, I will- uh, I'll just sit here, several yards away, and look in a different direction, if that helps."
Leo does as he says, plopping onto the staircase leading to the helm and glancing out at the water. 
After a moment of very pain-stakingly not darting his gaze back to see if Nico's face has regained what little color it normally has, he hears the other boy say, "Okay." very quietly and then the shadow in the corner of his eye gets darker for a moment, a sign that Nico's slipped into it. 
"Not your best call, Valdez," Leo tells himself, rubbing the back of his neck. 
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last-smoke · 9 months
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“Didn’t think you could entirely escape, now, did you?” Francis arches one brow. “And you being the captain and everything. Neptune must be appeased, James.”
soft rossier au of the au for @explorersaremadeofhope‘s fic careful compliance (ao3 · tumblr post) 🍊
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kohakhearts · 2 months
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[through tears] yeah, this oneshot fic is going great
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sirpercevaleclerc · 11 months
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Your honor i love them so much my babies 🩷💛
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Bonus: Tony commented under Alonso’s instagram post is everything to me 🫶🏼
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good-beans · 5 months
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*thinking about Double a normal amount*
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mittensmorgul · 1 year
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all day i was rushing under the impression there was a new episode of the winchesters on tonight, and i’ve just discovered there isn’t... so i guess i have to figure out something else to do with the next few hours now lololol
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someofusarequeer · 1 year
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So uhhhh
Just recently started watching Vampire Diaries and I am o b s e s s e d. I'm on season 2 now and, no spoilers!!! But I am feeling all kinds of soft for Elena and Damon. To be fair, p sure I've seen them together before through online and my mom when she used to watch this.
But yall I want it so bad. And I can only got through the show so fast w my bf watching and having to work 😭😭 so now I'm asking if anyone possibly has some good Delena fanfic that are like... Season one based or are for sure without spoilers jfkvk
All I wanna doo is scour tumblr and ao3 for anything VD related and I can't 😭
So yeah if anyone has any recs pls let me know
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infiniteiram · 1 year
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alternate universe - dark academia
lucas is an aspiring musician who just received an internship to study under the well-renowned dr. elio stoffels. leaving utrecht is all he ever wanted but he feels quite adamant to see antwerp as a possible new home. music and studying, he tells himself, is all he is bound to do in the new city.
until he meets the beautiful lips turned up in a smirk and a cigarette dangling between them.
fanfic link: i hear a symphony by apolloswords
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cecilysass · 1 month
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Milagro Fic Recommendations
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These are good for any time of year, of course, not just February 14. But here are my favorite fics related to the season 6 episode Milagro, a long time favorite. (And @sisterspooky1013's favorite episode of all time: happy VD, girl!) I’ve been reading and sifting through these for some time, and I have tried to include some from all eras: newer AO3 fics, some written right after the ep aired, etc. But I'm sure I've missed some, so hit me with your own faves, please.
Because of Milagro's ending, this entire genre of fic tends to be heavy on the hurt/comfort and angst (which is fiiiiine by me), but that’s not all that’s here. Many of these are smutty, but not all.
Adagio - Terma99 A meditative, peaceful take on the aftermath of Milagro by a veteran author that includes both agents realizing something they had learned. Lovely.
Alma - 6hoursgirl (@sixhours) A lovely hurt/comfort Milagro piece. This one is Mulder POV, which is a little less common for post-Milagro, I think, and I like this characterization of Mulder as desperately wanting to help Scully, desperately wanting to protect her, but also a tiny bit scared of the intimacy and relationship he feels they’re on the cusp of. He’s so good-hearted and also a little dysfunctional here, and I love it.
Bated Breath - dreamingofscully (@dreamingofscully) This one has an original take on Scully's experience; it leaves Scully with clarity and new direction in her relationship with Mulder. DreamingofScully tends to write a more confident, in-charge Scully in the MSR than some do, and I appreciate it.
Beyond the Strokes of a Typewriter - storybycorey (@storybycorey) When Scully is stricken and ashamed that it’s been so long since anyone has seen her as a woman as Padgett did, Mulder is pushed to revelations. Mulder 3rd person POV. Very good smut build up. And nobody does a gorgeous feelings reveal from Mulder like storeybycorey, man.
I Believe - Diana Battis There are a lot of lovely, heartfelt hurt/comfort fics about the aftermath of Milagro (for obvious reasons), but this one is especially well done. Viewed from Scully’s third person point of view, it focuses on Mulder’s capacity for tenderness and guilt. Plus some smut.
Don’t Look Up - ArtemisX5 After Padgett's hallway revelation, Scully is horrified that she has no secrets left. But you know, Mulder is much slower on the draw than she gives him credit for. There is also such moving hurt/comfort in this.
Intimacies with Strangers -mldrgrl (@mldrgrl) This mid- and post- Milagro piece has Mulder and Scully simmering in tension and then boiling over. Their relationship is complex and painfully entangled, and I love how it plays out. There is also excellent Scully characterization. This one helps me to get more fully why she might have been drawn to Padgett initially, something I struggle with in the episode.
La Madrugada - h0ldthiscat A carefully told tale of RST that takes both characters seriously and is sincerely moving. Excellent.
Lacuna - Aloysia_Virgata (@aloysiavirgata) This is a longer work, not really a classic post ep per se. But I love this moody, angsty casefile set right after Milagro. This Scully has not come to terms with her emotions, is thoroughly freaked by how she reacted to Padgett, and hasn't even entirely worked out how she feels about Mulder. There is Scully/other here, but the ship is steering home. The end of this is so moving, but cw: dark themes in the casefile, extreme violence against children, traumatized agents.
Still Life - Seek_Its_Opposite (@seek-its-opposite) Ah, this is such a thoughtful and exquisitely written Scully character piece — and it contains some truly beautiful insights about Mulder, too. It suggests the heartbreaking idea that Mulder’s way of showing Scully respect (giving her distance) is continually hurting her. So tragic (and consistent with canon, e.g. Never Again.) One memorable line: “Every one of their fights is about how to care for one another, every last one.”
Alma Gemela - matchingfabric (@matchingfabric) After the events of Milagro, Scully (and Mulder) get accustomed to platonically sharing a bed for comfort. This is a slightly different take on post-Milagro. Exceptionally, irresistibly sweet. Oh, and smutty.
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What did I miss? Tell me. And yes, I'm working on my own short Milagro fic that will be coming soon-ish.
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jackhues · 1 year
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a well deserved kiss - quinn hughes (valentine's day special)
request: hello love! for your valentine’s day special may iI request “i think i deserve a kiss.” with my boy quinn? thank you 💕
requested by: @hughesquinn : )
notes: first vd special fic, yayy!! ugh, i fell in love with this while writing it, i hope you enjoy!! thanks for requesting <3
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you held up two different heels, trying to choose between them.
it was your cousin’s wedding, and you could not decide which heels looked better. the dress you were wearing was a deep green with sparkly silver embroidery. 
your dark green heels matched the dress and looked absolutely stunning on you. your silver heels on the other hand, were a shade off. but they were jimmy choo and suited you a little better than the green ones.
“i hate this,” you muttered, sticking the silver heels on.
you hoped no one would pay attention to the shade too much. after all, it was barely noticeable.
“y/n! you ready yet?” you heard quinn’s voice from the living room.
your boyfriend was (obviously) coming as your date to the wedding. he’d been ready for nearly an hour, nervous to join you at your first family event. he’d met everyone before, but the thought of seeing everyone at a wedding was freaking him out a bit.
“coming!” you called back, fixing your purse as you headed down the stairs.
you stumbled slightly on the last step, gasping as quinn caught you before you could fall.
steadying you, he grinned, “looks like you fell for me, huh?”
“that was the corniest thing i’ve ever heard,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.
quinn shrugged, “fact remains, i saved you. i think i deserve a kiss.”
“meh,” you scrunched your face a bit. “i think we’re getting ahead of ourselves.”
“no, a kiss seems pretty reasonable,” quinn responded.
you rolled your eyes, pecking him. “happy? now, hurry up. i don’t wanna be late.”
“you call that a kiss?” he made a face as you pulled away. he pulled you closer, gripping your hips with one hand, while the other cupped your chin. “this is a kiss.”
let’s just say, everyone deserved to be kissed like that at least once in their lifetime.
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pearlypairings · 12 days
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-Moodboard Fic Fun-
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~ just finished reading chop and change by @phoenixwrites and here's a lil creative moodboard collage for caroline x klaus based on it💌
Check out this fic if you were a fan of VD/TO, were entranced by klaroline, and/or appreciate tons of new orleans lore💓
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last-smoke · 2 years
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"Really, Frank, I'm all right." Francis glances down at the man currently half-asleep upon his chest, still in his overcoat and muffler, only his cold-weather slops and ice-worn boots discarded on the floor. "It would be more convincing if you'd stop saying that," he comments.
soft rossier for @explorersaremadeofhope's fic and stay awhile (ao3 · tumblr post) ✨
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blood-mocha-latte · 3 months
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for the fic ask meme, luztoye postwar roadtrip PLS 🥹🥹🥹🙏
ask and you shall receive!! this is actually Thee First Fic i began to write for band of brothers: she's here, she's queer, she's over 3 installments and 150k of pure luztoye nonsense. half of it is under a cut, because it got Long :)
from this tag (ask) game :)
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The world’s been at peace for a year. August of 1946 dawns gently. 
“Made a call today,” Bill says casually, as the sun dips, blood red, back into the horizon. Joe had watched it rise this morning, and set the night before. He’ll probably watch it rise again tomorrow. 
“Okay.” He says, in address to Bill, who hums.
“Yeah. Down to Rhode Island. Rather big Portuguese immigrant population down there, didja know?”
Joe didn’t. “Sure.”
“Well, I only know that because George Luz picked up the receiver and started speaking in rapid fire Spanish — or whatever the hell they speak down in Portugal.” Joe keeps staring out the window. He starts tapping his fingertips against the armchair of the wheelchair, though.
Bill, taking this as his response, continues on. “Anyways, after sorting out whatever tongues shit he was saying, we got down to business. First, he apologised. See, apparently, he’s got this sister — he’s got nine goddamn siblings, can you believe that? — anyways, he’s got this sister, right?”
“Sure.”
“And his sister, according to him — but paraphrased by me — is a little khaki wacky, ya get it?”
“Naturally.”
“So, long story short, she’s stuck in a goddamn Spain army base and they won’t let her leave again because her passport’s all out of whack, so he’s been trying to sort that out. Shit, maybe he was speaking Spanish, then. Or maybe he thought I was his sister at first? Well, first of all, that’s goddamn insulting, don’t you think?”
“Hm.”
“—Second of all, I don’t think he did, because apparently he’s trying to get in contact with the foreign affairs office down there. Anyways—” Bill waves his hand, as if to erase the story from his train of thought. “I bummed his phone number offa Perconte – I have his address, but I’m too impatient to send a letter.”
“Of course.”
“So he picks up, starts speaking in whatever the hell that was, switches to English, says ah, hey, it’s my favourite VD! and we get down to business, right?”
“Right.”
“Right! So we get down to business, and he explains in the most confusing way possible why his sister’s in Spain, and I’m just tryin’ to figure out what the hell’s going on, and then I say, hey, if you need a break from all that, you should come visit!” Bill pauses, here, as if to let his words sink in.
They sink in just fine, but Joe doesn’t turn away from the window. “Seems logical.” He says.
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What do u think ur best fic is? (Doesnt have to be pinescone) For me I definetely LOVE Valentines Day. I headcannon KTC is takes place years after VD hihi. From the beginning where dippers all sad and Paz dragging him across the dirt to the way it ends with him being all lovey and Pacifica being glad for him. It has its fluff and its comedy and slight mentions of smut, and I love how the couple from earlier making their third appearance in a less annoying and sort off wholesome way. The whole fic has its own place in my heart. It made me start giggling while kicking my toes at my kindle. I rlly want to know what u were on while making VD so I could get my hands on it. Would talk about Boy Crazy almost taking over the spot in my heart and the reasons why it didnt but it would b too long. Hope theres more stuff like Valentines Day is coming. LY nd Stay talented MWA!! 💋💋
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Hehehe thank you. Funny enough me and clubs were actually working on a twoshot that was in the KTC universe that dealt with their first meeting and first date. Which if we ever get back to writing, you'll definitely see that. Valentine's Day is very special. It's fun, cute, allows me to be playful with the both of them on a Holiday I enjoy. It's the whole package. I love writing their banter! I love writing their love. As for my best fic, that's hard to choose as there's a lot that I genuinely love. I'm a huge sucker for Roadside Attractions, Valentine's Day, Demons, The Way we Breath at 2am in the backseat, A Mabel in the Bush, Weihnukka--- I just. I love a lot of them. Picking my favorite is hard. It depends what i'm in the mood for. I also have some WIP that haven't been published that despite being unfinished, I have very much enjoyed what I've written so far! And please I would love to hear your thoughts on Boy crazy if you're willing. I love long comments and analysis on my work. The longer the better. But again, only if you are in the mood to talk about it.
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