#fanfiction tropes mashup

[quail-in-red]

hi quail! i love your art so much! 41 and 47 if you wanna? ☺️💚

Thank you!!! 💕 *rubs hands together* Aahh this one is a challenge!

First Kiss + Not a Date

#drarry #ask meme #fanfiction tropes #drarry comic #trope mashups #professional dorks

[jrooc]

For the tag game: 77 and 11, a little mysticism 🔮 vs science 🧬

Have fun!

Hi Gigi! Okay so that’s: 11 Witch/Magic/Psychic AU and 77 Medical/EMT

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Ian’s out in the rig with Sue having a normal EMT shift. It was the last call of the day when things went tits up.

The call is to an old warehouse near the docks.

They arrive to a peculiar scene. Twins, they look like, around his age, but with black hair and blue eyes and similar tattoos on their arms. The girl is crouched, holding her brothers arm and talking quietly where he’s seated on the floor. Head between his knees. The room smells faintly of sage and gunpowder.

He man groans when when he sees Ian coming. “You called the suits?” He asks his sister.

“Yeah I did, Mickey. That spell took you out for over 10 mins!” She snaps.

“Hey. Mickey, is it? Are you okay? Did you say… spell?” Ian asks.

“I’m fuckin’ fine. Stupid spell backfired. Knew that fucker was lying when he said the mark was clean. Guy clearly was warded and when I tried the tracking spell it fucked me up for a minute.”

Ian stared at the twins in disbelief. He had heard of witches and magic but had never believed it. He was a man of science. Magic? Sounded like kid’s stories. Anyways, Ian had a job to do, he crouched next to the siblings.

“Let me take a look at you, please Mickey?” It was in that moment, when Mickey looked up into Ian’s eyes, Ian realized he was fucking beautiful. He felt the strangest sensation like he’d finally made it home. Heat zipped up his spine and a shiver ran down his back.

“Are you okay?” The girl asked and reached out the hand that wasn’t holding her brother and touched Ian’s forearm. She jolted as if stung, her spine going ramrod straight and her eyes turning entirely black.

“Oh shit. You’re Mickey’s soulmate.”

Ian and Mickey tore their eyes from each other in time to watch as the girl’s eyes returned to a normal human colour.

“Hi. I’m Mandy, Mickey’s sister. I’m a psychic. We’re going to be best friends. It’s nice to finally meet you, Ian.” She squeezed his forearm comfortingly.

“I’m.. what?”

#fanfic trope mashup #emt and magic 🔮 #mysticism meets science #galladrabbles #gallavich #ian x mickey #tag game #gallavich fanfiction #JRooc drabbles

[anisaanisa]

PWP + Bathtub Fic Inu/Kag

Hello, anon! You're probably long gone by now, but I rise from the ashes with your request. Explicit-ness below the cut 😙

☆

It wasn’t his fault he was bored.

It was hers for spending over an hour in that fucking bubble bath.

Inuyasha thought he was doing something nice for her – he was dammit – but when the clock kept ticking and Kagome kept not emerging from the bathroom, he was starting to get antsy. It was borderline pathetic; the way his foot tapped incessantly and a long sigh left him every few minutes.

He glanced at the door from his spot on the sofa, that stupid barricade that kept him away from his girlfriend, and he scowled. They’d only been dating for a few months, but it was times like this that his less than stellar traits got their chance to shine.

Namely, his clinginess.

It couldn’t hurt to just check on her; knock on the door, and see if she was okay. And what would stop him from turning the handle, assuming she’d left the door unlocked? His feet were moving before he could think to stop them, and his hand was on the doorknob – sans knocking – before he could blink.

Mist hit him first, laced with the lavender-scented bubble bath he’d sneezed over when preparing it for her. She liked it, so he put his hatred aside for her woefully human nose, which couldn’t pick up on the nuances he so desperately hated. He blinked through the haze, latching onto the girl submerged in the tub. Head and shoulders over the water, she looked a picture with her hair piled on top of her head, leaned back and rested on the edge. Her eyes were closed, but the smile playing with the corner of her lips hinted that she’d heard his entering. He closed the door softly behind him, walking the two feet necessary to reach her before he crouched down. He waited it out, and the seconds she ignored him felt like an eternity until finally, finally, she turned her head and cracked an eye open.

“Can I help you?” she asked, and he perked at the teasing tone.

He tucked his lip between his teeth, settling his arm on the tub’s edge to let his fingers languidly dangle in the warm water. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“On how long you intend to stay in there.” His fingers danced along the surface of the murky water, and he cursed the colouring that blocked his view, popping a few bubbles with the tip of his claws along the way. “You’ve been forever,” he added, and if a whine worked its way in at the end, no, it didn’t.

She giggled, soft, melodic, and if he had to play the sap – though who was playing – to get her to do it again, he’d give her that.

“Hmm.” She shifted in her spot and angled herself towards him. “I dunno. You made it so perfect I could just stay in here forever.”

He scowled immediately, despite the teasing. He watched her face twist up as she tried to contain her amusement, and he knew he needed to ramp it up.

Beat her at her own game.

“I see,” he said, eyes following a trail from her face down to her neck, her shoulders, any bit of skin he could latch onto. The sweat that clung to her left a delightful sheen, and his lip curled as his fingers made their way towards her. He leaned his head against his arm, dropping the scowl for a picture of innocence. “Guess we’ll have to make do then.”

“What–” Her question fell short when he raised his hand to trace along her collar bone.

Her chin kissed her chest as she watched, and Inuyasha twitched a smile when her teeth bit into her bottom lip. The tip of his finger swiped at a bead of water that clung to her skin and moved lower. When his finger brushed her nipple, and she started to squirm, that little smile he wore turned into a grin.

When his hand dipped under the water and traced along her ribs, she leaned back again, taking her eyes away from what he was doing and meeting his. The second they connected, his jeans grew tighter than they already were because fuck, that half-lidded look he gave her was just as exhilarating as the first time she’d blessed him with it.

Probably always would be.

His knuckle dipped into her hip, and when his fingers met the patch of hair at the crux, he tipped his head where it leaned against his arm, smiling into it when she sighed and shifted. Her legs parted to give him access, and his fingers slipped downwards. She gasped when the pad of his finger grazed her clit, her head tipping back to lean against the edge of the tub as her eyes slid closed.

His fingers circled how he’d learned she liked it, but he kept the pressure light – the friction that water afforded wasn’t ideal, and eventually, he dipped lower to tease her entrance. He shifted onto his knees when he felt the difference. She was wet even under the water, and he considered pulling his dick out of his jeans when he slipped a finger into her, and she hummed along with it.

Her head lolled, and she peeked at him under her lashes with a smile. His eyes dropped to her lips, and he had to lean over and claim them as he pushed his finger deeper, swallowing her gasp with his own. His tongue traced her lips as they parted, and his hand moved languidly against her. Her knee bumped his arm, and he pulled back to see what she was doing. He shifted when her leg emerged from the water and hooked over the edge of the bath to give him better access. And he smirked.

Clever girl.

His teeth pulled at his bottom lip as he squinted at the bubbles for a moment, like staring hard enough would allow him to see what they were concealing, but a wet hand touched his chin, and he broke free of his feeble attempts at X-Ray vision.

He dropped his free hand to the floor to brace himself as he leaned forward and kissed her again, adding a second finger along with the first. Wet hands rose from the water to cup his face and draw him further into a kiss that had his head swirling more than it already was.

The water moved with him and licked at his sleeve; her legs tensed, and she shifted under the water, and before long, she was so close that he could almost taste it. Her hand shot out to grasp his arm, and that’s what did it – water rolled over the tub’s edge and soaked his front. It broke his rhythm, and he slowed his roll as he glanced down at his completely soaked shirt.

She whined, tugging at the hair that hung loosely from his bun to bring his eyes back to her. She was pouting, flushed, the crease in her brow begging him to finish her off.

And while he could never deny her the attention, the water slowly soaking into his jeans was becoming too uncomfortable to ignore.

“Inuyasha,” she said, “please.”

The devil on his head reared its ugly head. If he got her off now, she’d vegetate in the bath for another hour – maybe more, he shuddered to think – and the angel with taped-on cardboard wings promised it would work out in the end.

“I dunno Kagome, “ he began, pulling his hand away from her and out of the water, “we should probably clean this up.” He looked down at the puddle on the tiles before standing, ignoring the squawk of indignation from the girl he’d left teetering on the edge. He pulled on his shirt with a tut for dramatic effect, grumbling under his breath as he peeled it off his skin.

“Gotta change,” he said, tugging it up and over his head. He threw the soaking shirt towards the hamper in the corner before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

“Inuyasha?”

He looked over his shoulder and fought so hard not to laugh – her mouth hung open, and her eyes were furious as she gripped the edge of the tub. “hurry up in here, would ya?”

He practically flew from the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He slapped a hand to his mouth to stifle the laugh he could hardly contain – what an utter freak he was, disturbing her bath, bringing her to the edge and just leaving her hanging over it before running away.

It was childish, self-serving and not cool on any accounts, the worst kind of ‘prank’ someone could pull.

But he doubled over and barked a laugh when he heard the frantic sloshing of water coming from the bathroom he’d just vacated. He pictured her scramble with every slosh he heard, wheezing when the stomp of wet feet slapped the tiles. She wrenched the door open, but he was too busy crumbling under the weight of his terrible sense of humour to look at her.

“You asshole,” she cried, slapping his back when she reached him.

But he heard the laugh in her voice, and he turned his grin on her. She shrieked when he grabbed her around the waist, hoisted her over his shoulder, and headed for the bedroom.

He tapped his hand against the ass he held hostage, and her protests turned into a fit of giggling when he launched her onto the bed. Wet and naked and exactly where he wanted her, he smiled when he took in the parts of her that bubbles had previously hidden.

He’s never been a patient man, and as far as he was concerned, all was fair in love and war. He crawled over her and hooked his arms under her knees to tug her towards him, stomach fluttering when she smiled wide and threw her arms around his shoulders. “Serves you right for keeping me waiting.”

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Thank you for the prompts, anon! 💓

Fanfic Trope Mashup

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[jasper-the-menace]

37/55 luka/jirina?

Fanfiction Trope Mashup

37: Coming Out Fic 55: Established Relationship

Now we're talking.

"Jirina?"

Lukka's voice was quiet, soft. Not like how the Coppercoat's voice carried in battle against the monsters of Ikoria. Which raised some concern in Jirina Kudro, who put down the spear she had been polishing.

"Is something wrong, Lukka?" she asked carefully. In truth, lots of things were wrong. She was desperate to talk to him about something that was bound to come up sometime soon. Their relationship had been developing so fast that it left them both without much time to get their feet under themselves.

"I... Yes? No? Maybe? I don't know," he said quickly, as though trying to talk himself through whatever he wanted to say without giving himself a chance to back out. "You'd find out at some point anyway, so I wanted to talk to you about something, um...important. Something that'll probably piss your dad off."

Something that would piss General Kudro off. Jirina put her own worries on the backburner for a minute. "What is it, love?"

Lukka ran a hand through his short hair, taking a deep breath. "Okay, so...I didn't always look like this."

"I suppose not, not many children come out of the womb with abs and a five-o-clock shadow."

He laughed, his voice shaking with nervousness. "I- Yeah, you're right, but that's not what I was getting at. I mean I wasn't...born a man. I sought out a mage when I was younger who managed to change me into a man, but...I don't exactly have the right tools, if you know what I mean. So, uh...biological kids might be out of the question for us."

Jirina let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness, I thought I was the only one. Let me guess, it was Old Man Henrik?"

"How did you- You're joking."

"I'm not." Jirina set her whetstone aside and crossed the room to stand by Lukka. "So... I've got you covered on that side."

Lukka laughed, which was a lot less nervous now. "Well, that's good."

(PS, the divider I used was one I created on @jasper-graphics if y'all are interested.)

(PPS, I am a strong advocate for T4T Jirina/Lukka. Not that canon would ever give a shit about Lukka.)

~Jasper

#answered #anonymous #magic the gathering #ikoria: lair of behemoths #writing #my writing #lukka #jirina kudro #ask game: fanfiction trope mashup

[thecouchsofa]

round 2. i did not know you didnt do x reader, nor non-canon characters.

54+67 mashup please

draco x harry

can't wait to see it!

thank you

This one I can definitely do!

Fanfiction trope mashup - Secret relationship x Character in peril

“Where the fuck is he?”

The shitty plastic hospital chair creaked warningly as Ron leapt to his feet, pointing his wand at the door. It burst open to reveal a rather harried looking Malfoy with a nurse on his heels. Though Ron’s eyes were red and swollen at that point, stinging something awful, he could clearly see the panic writ across Malfoy’s face. His eyes were wild, like a startled animal, and uncontrolled magic was coming off him in waves. Ron had never seen anything like it, not since–

Malfoy’s voice was low, a rumble that had goosebumps rising on Ron’s arms, as he said “Point your fucking wand at me again and see what happens.”

It would be ridiculously easy for Ron to disarm Malfoy, even in his current state, completely wrecked and running off an hour’s sleep. He was combat trained; Malfoy wasn’t. He’d have the backing of every Healer in the hospital; Malfoy wouldn’t. He had a reason to be there; why Malfoy was there, shouting and carrying on and looking like he might keel over, was anyone’s guess.

“Mr Weasley,” the nurse called out, brushing past Malfoy and placing herself between him and Harry. “I’m so sorry, security is on their way now.”

Malfoy made a choked noise as he stared at Harry, lying silent in the hospital bed. “What’s wrong? Why isn’t … why isn’t he healing?”

Something in his voice made Ron pause. It wasn’t the mocking, aggressive lilt that he’d gotten to know well in his teen years. Malfoy sounded scared, panicked. His whole body was shaking; the tremors in his hands were so strong he looked like he might drop his wand.

“It’s alright,” Ron said quietly. “Let him stay.”

Malfoy didn’t seem to hear him, his attention fixed firmly on Harry. He let out a sob when the nurse left, closing the door with a huff. There was something there, something that Ron wasn’t getting.

“Hey,” Ron whispered. He stepped towards Malfoy, gently grabbing his hand. He took Malfoy’s wand from his shaking fingers, slipping it into his front pocket. “You know I have questions, yeah?”

Malfoy’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Yes.” He didn’t look at Ron; Ron might as well have not been there. “I … it wasn’t my place to say anything.”

A dry laugh pulled itself from Ron’s chest. He nodded at Harry, lying unconscious in the bed. “He’s a bit of an idiot, isn’t he?”

The shakes increased as Malfoy started to gasp. Whether he was crying or not, Ron had no idea. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Go to him.” Ron knew it now, clear as day. “Help him. He needs you.”

Malfoy nodded, the movement jerky. He fell into the chair that Ron had vacated, reaching for Harry and linking their fingers together.

“He’s drained his magical core,” Ron said. His gaze settled on the haze of magic around Harry’s bed, the monitoring spells in blue and red and green. “At first they said that he’d be alright, but…”

“He’s gotten worse?” Malfoy took a deep breath. The chair squeaked when he shifted closer to the bed. “He won’t now. He’ll be fine.”

“You can’t ask your father to fix this one,” Ron joked. He winced as soon as the words left his mouth, but Malfoy didn’t seem to take offence. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards as he pressed Harry’s knuckles to his lips.

“I won’t need to. I’ll do it myself.”

It took hours, but Malfoy made good on his promise. Ron watched as the monitoring spells glistened and lightened, as Malfoy’s magic swirled in the air, rushing into Harry and then emerging again, cyclical.

It was dark when Harry’s eyes opened, only the sheen of magic there to light the room. The first word from his lips – the only word, repeated over and over – was Draco.

Send me two tropes and I'll mash them together

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[lale-txt]

LALE MY LOVE this might be the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make for an ask 😭 i gave u a couple options bc I could not completely decide there were too many delicious combinations 🥰 I am SO SO excited to see all the mashups and have a binge reading feast on these, thank you so so much for doing this event 💛

could I pretty please request either Shiu Kong, Toji, or Tengen (demon slayer) with a mashup of the bodyguard AU (14) and either sharing a bed (75) or huddling for warmth (74)?

thank you again for putting this on and blessing us with your utterly wonderful writing, I hope you have so much fun with all of these 💛

LEMMM (*¯ ³¯*)♡ you said that Sanemi was also a fine choice for this, so i took my chance and ran since i haven't written for him before and now i'm dying a little on the inside because i want to write thousands of words for this scenario asdfghjksf. thank you for feeding into my hunger hehe!

➳ Bodyguard AU + Huddling for Warmth

Being the offspring of an influential criminal family has its ups and downs. Do some people shudder when they hear your family name? Yes. Are there others who are thirsting for your life? Also yes. Luckily you have nothing to fear with Sanemi by your side. He takes his role as your bodyguard very seriously–you could say he devoted his life to it, really. For someone as intimidating as Sanemi, his presence is oddly calming, whether he is watching you from the shadows while you’re out with friends or when he is guiding you through a crowd with one hand on the small of his back and the other discreetly on his weapon. Sanemi cares about you deeply, more than he’d ever admit. He isn’t really in the position to act upon his feelings, he knows his place within the family hierarchy and he isn’t thinking so highly of himself to assume he could ever stand as an equal by your side. But intentionally or not, he never leaves any doubt about just how much love and fondness he feels for you. Helping you fix your hair, cutting you a plate of fruit, wordlessly driving you to the sea if that’s what your heart desires–he has long convinced himself those were all very normal bodyguard duties.  So it goes without saying that he’ll slip out of his coat and wrap it around your shoulders when the two of you are out on a midnight stroll in the midst of winter. It’s the first snow of the season and you wanted to see it, ignoring his quiet scoff when you only threw a thin jacket over your pajamas and stomped outside.  “You’ll catch a cold,” he mumbles and reaches around from behind you to make sure his jacket envelops you properly. His frame is much bigger than yours, towering over you, and it’s the safest you ever felt in your whole life. He thinks to himself that he shouldn’t get so close, but he can’t help himself when you sink deeper into his embrace, seeking the warmth of his body, and then his strong arms wrap around you, his head sinking down on your shoulder. Staying like this just for a few heartbeats would be fine, right? But then you whisper out his name and your breath mingles with his in the cold night air and Sanemi isn’t so sure about his resilience anymore.

❦ fanfiction trope mash-up ask game!

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[phoenixyfriend]

for the trope mashup: Green-Eyed Epiphany + Magical Accidents ?

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

Well, since it's a magical accident, I need Anakin to get accidentally "turned into a girl." This is the shorthand I'm using, because the overall effect is a mix of things that include minor adjustments to skeletal structure, major adjustments to hormones and organs, and some absurd changes like hair length that result in an Anakin who appears very feminine, physically, in a manner that is difficult to disguise, especially without practice or knowledge of such things.

Or desire. There is also no desire of such things. Anakin has zero interest in hiding what happened, because the Anakin that exists in my brain is gender ambivalent and would probably feel some gender euphoria at experiencing physical attributes generally associated with women and those who present as or are open to being viewed as women.

So Anakin's looking girly and feeling girly and not doing much to hide this situation, and people are like... noticing. There are people hitting on Anakin, because the change is enough that nobody realizes this is the General Skywalker. This is just A Hot Chick.

Hell, even some clones hit on Ani, because they don't recognize this as Anakin, just some civilian girl that's being Real Nice To Them.

And, bit by bit, Rex is realizing that Oh Shit, He's Maybe A Bit In Love With His General (and never realized in part because General Skywalker was always as untouchable to everyone as My Friend Anakin was untouchable to Rex).

#I hope I excluded all pronouns successfully I want my Anakin to be as Gender as possible #anakin skywalker #anakin is very gender #captain rex #rexwalker #star wars #the clone wars #phoenix answers memes #gender bending #nonbinary anakin #trans anakin skywalker

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[quail-in-red]

oooh i love the tropes mashup idea! it was fun to think of these visually. what about 39 and 60 for drarry? (sub either of those if it just Does Not Work btw, zero pressure!!)

Haha ok this got way more elaborate than I was planning

39. Survival/Wilderness Fic + 60. Poorly Timed Confession

Trope Mashup Prompts!

#drarry #ask meme #drarry fanart #fanfiction tropes #trope mashups #they are so dumb i love them

[rollercoasterwords]

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP ask game: time travel & blind date

ooh wait that’s such a fun combo…have already had an idea 4 a pandalily time travel fic floating in the back of my mind 4ever so feel like it would be fun 2 do like. story where pandora & lily r both spies/secret agents working 4 enemy governments/regimes who travel around in time & bc they both lead v solitary lives they both often go on blind dates in their downtime just 2 like. hook up w someone…so one time they happen 2 both be in the same time (each working against the other) & after their assignments r finished they accidentally go on a blind date without realizing they’re enemies…don’t realize again til they both accidentally go on another blind date in a completely different time, thus inadvertently revealing their identities 2 each other. chaos ensues etc…

trope mashup ask game

#ask

[kiwiana-writes]

99 + 60 for the trope mashup

99 Magical Accidents & 60 Poorly Timed Confession 

Okay so canon adjacent for sure. I'm definitely thinking the magical accident here is like... misunderstood, at least by Alex. We'd be in Alex's POV when they get hit with an errant spell (or, like, a curse for cakegate?) and suddenly Alex is having all these THOUGHTS about Henry (horny thoughts, but also like... actually acknowledging his good qualities lmao). So naturally Alex is convinced they've been hit by some sort of magical aphrodisiac because... bless his heart. So he's all "okay this is fine H and I just need to fuck about it" except that the spell isn't sex pollen related at all, it's just like... lowering your inhibitions/breaking down your mental barriers and so Alex approaches Henry to be like "let's bang this out of our systems" and Henry is just immediately word-vomiting all his huge-since-Rio feelings at him lol

[Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP]

#trope mash up game #stereopticons

[fromriches-tosin]

For the trope mashup reijean + baby fic + the missus and the ex

Hello!! I’m very sorry for the delay!! 💜💜

I don’t think I’ve ever written or even thought about the missus and the ex trope before. Interesting! Let’s see… mpreg time, folks!!

Jean is dating Eren who happens to be Reiner’s ex. The three of them meet during some high-profile event — I’d like Eren and Reiner to be lawyers in this universe. So, it’s definitely a party for the rich and influential, and Jean feels a little out of place because despite being Eren’s +1, he’s just an aspiring artist and not really someone the rich would like to be associated with on a daily basis. And then Reiner appears and makes everything even worse because he and Eren start arguing. Jean feels ignored as Eren is soo immersed in the conflict, he completely forgets about him. It even feels like Eren regrets breaking up with Reiner. Like he would like to get back with him if given a chance.

To avoid attracting even more unwanted attention, Jean leaves the party and is waiting for a taxi when Reiner reappears. He’s still pissed off and aching for a smoke, but his lighter isn’t working. Jean lends him his own, and the two of them start talking. It turns out Braun is not interested in getting back with Eren which puts Jean at ease, but it also makes him think that Eren is not really someone for him.

They end up going to a bar together. Reiner is pretty chill for a stuck-up lawyer, he doesn’t make Jean feel inferior in any way, and he seems to be genuinely interested in his art. He also has some funny Eren trivia, and Jean can’t help but dial down his usual sarcasm and enjoy his company. He enjoys it so much, they end up in bed together. It’s supposed to be a one night stand, just a friendly quickie between two men with a broken heart, but things get complicated when Jean finds out he’s pregnant a month later.

The worst thing is he isn’t even sure who the father is, and he has to inform both Eren (who he has broken up with) and Reiner (whose last name he barely remembers) about the situation. He’s also shocked by his own decision to keep the baby even though he’s destined to be a single parent. He refuses to do the prenatal paternity test, not willing to risk a miscarriage, and to his surprise Reiner offers him his full support. If Jean needs anything during the pregnancy, he can count on him. And Braun delivers on his promise which leads to them becoming good friends. Jean even begins to think that maybe, just maybe, he won’t have to be a single dad…

Thank you!!

FanFiction trope MASH-UP

#thanks for the ask ✨ #reijean #reiner x jean #veecanons

[jasper-the-menace]

30 & 89 + Ashiok/Elspeth?

Fanfiction Trope Mashup

30: Holiday Fic 89: First Time

Y'all really want spicy, don't you? I'm a smut author, I don't do this "feelings" crap.

...Okay, okay, fine, I'll come up with something. It's going under a read more. Watch out, fellow sex-repulsed critters. Nothing overt, but we're talking about doin' the do.

It's hard to say which one is newer to this. Elspeth loved Daxos, loves Ajani, loves Vivien, but her duties as a planeswalker and knight stood in the way of ever, well, getting freaky. And Ashiok...well, they definitely serve cunt (if you don't mind me saying so) but it's hard to say that they've actually boned down. So it's both of their first times.

What holiday would this be? Canon moves at lightspeed, but let's say that it's during the lead-up to the Crescendo. Calix and Ashiok both followed Elspeth to New Capenna, and Elspeth convinced Calix that he didn't have to kill her so long as they weren't on Theros, so now the trio + Vivien are working to take on Ob Nixilis and get in the way of things.

Which, of course, means some Maestros-gifted disguises. Since there's plenty of work to be done while infiltrating the Cabaretti (admittedly only via dream for Ashiok, because they're very conspicuous) and plenty of time to do it.

One day, during the preparations and lead up, Elspeth and Ashiok are the only ones on standby. They get to talking, Ashiok confesses their crush, and Elspeth rolls with it. She admits that she doesn't feel the exact same way, but it's hard to tell what she's feeling because of her trauma that Ashiok already knows about because they're a little bit of a mind reader (though technically it's just nightmares).

They decide to give bangin' a shot just to see what it's like. It's fumbly, uncoordinated, and awkward, but they end up having a good enough time anyhow. They both agree that, while pleasant, it's not a world-altering experience, so they'll just keep it as a sometimes thing.

(...PS, the divider I used was one I created on @jasper-graphics if y'all are interested.)

~Jasper

#anyway sex-neutral elspeth and ashiok are my jam #answered #anonymous #magic the gathering #streets of new capenna #writing #my writing #elspeth tirel #ashiok #not safe for tumblr #...kinda. it's not explicit. #ask game: fanfiction trope mashup

[thecouchsofa]

hi!! #14 & #90 for the trope mash-up if you want to? 👀♥︎

Fanfiction trope mashup - Bodyguard AU x Unexpected Virgin

I took this in a slightly different direction to what I was intending, but I quite like it!

Rating: M

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Malfoy slammed the door as he stomped in behind Harry, the rusty hinges squealing. “Do you have any idea–”

“Come off it, Malfoy, you pillock.” Harry rolled his eyes, delighting as the corner of Malfoy’s lips twitched. He sagged against the cool stone wall, trying to catch his breath for the first time in hours.

“I told you not to draw attention to yourself.” Malfoy tugged at his pale hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. He looked far older than his eighteen years, the seemingly endless months of war hanging heavy on his frame. He had lines now, between his arched brows and across his high forehead. They stood out when he hunched over a book as he read by candlelight, too nervous to cast a proper Lumos.

“I didn’t try to–”

Malfoy’s laugh was hollow. He fixed Harry with a look that displayed the fatigue and sadness lodged deep in his soul after so many losses. “You pulled your wand on Greyback. That–”

“I had to.” Harry’s words tripped over themselves. He clutched at the wall, breaths coming faster and faster, the echoes of the offensive spells fired at him and Malfoy still hot on the skin of his heels. “I couldn’t not, not after everything.”

“Then let me do it.” Malfoy’s voice was desperate, pleading. “I’m supposed to protect you. You can’t let me fail at this, Potter.”

“You don’t care about me,” Harry said, though he didn’t believe it. He saw how Malfoy looked at him now, had watched the fear and determination on his face when he threw himself between Harry and the oncoming spells.

“Sirius does.” Malfoy yanked at his jumper, tugging it over his head. There was no point in keeping it now, not in the state it was in; they’d have to burn it before nightfall. Before they moved on from there, to somewhere safer. Wherever that was. “And I can’t let him down, Potter. Not after everything he’s done for me.”

What about me? Harry wanted to ask. He ached to, needed to hear the answer out loud, that something that he felt from Malfoy every day, in each action he performed. What about what I’ve done? What about what you’ve done for me?

Malfoy’s tongue swept over his bottom lip. He looked at Harry then – really looked at him. “I’ve killed for you.”

“Yes,” Harry said. And I’d do the same for you.

Malfoy’s pale throat moved as he swallowed. “I’d do it again.”

“I know.”

“I would.” Malfoy’s gaze was heavy, his shoulders sagging. “But please don’t make me.”

And that was something that Harry couldn’t promise, no matter how much he wanted to. Malfoy knew that; Harry could see it in his face.

The rest of their clothes hit the floor, the threads of fabric standing on end, friction from the offensive spells caught in each strand.

Malfoy stared at the pile for a moment, jaw clenched tight. “We’ll have to burn them.”

“Not in the fireplace.”

“No. The bath.”

Harry gathered up their things, shuddering at the remnants of hostile magic that brushed against his skin. Every atom seemed to scream They’re here. He’s here. Come and get them.

The light of the fire danced across Malfoy’s face as they stood next to the tub, watching as their clothes burned. The scent of it was cloying, magic mixed with ash and charred polyester. Malfoy shuddered, wrapping his arms around his bare torso. Harry glanced at him only once, eyes dropping lower, cheeks heating.

Malfoy cleared his throat, the sound harsh against the backdrop of crackling flames. If Harry closed his eyes and listened, he could almost believe he was camping somewhere in the countryside, innocent and safe.

“We need to wash the magic off.” Malfoy’s tone was rough, like shoes on gravel. “I…”

“Together,” Harry said, before he could stop himself. He couldn’t go back downstairs and wait, ears straining for any sign of someone having followed them to that crumbling lighthouse on the edge of the world.

Malfoy nodded curtly, turning away when Harry looked at him.

They couldn’t turn the water on, just as they couldn’t activate any of the lights. Instead, they took turns holding Malfoy’s wand up, keeping a finger on it to activate the Aguamenti. Malfoy shivered, stepping closer to Harry as water sluiced over the planes of his torso. It shimmered, magic running down their skin and collecting at their feet. Droplets of water clung to Malfoy’s pale lashes as he turned to face Harry, blinking slowly. He didn’t flinch when Harry reached for him, not as he had the last time, the only other time Harry had tried.

“Draco,” Harry whispered, and Malfoy finally touched him back. He slid a hand round the back of Harry’s neck and tugged him in close, kissing him firmly. Their knees bumped in the cramped space, Malfoy’s fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, his breath a whisper.

Malfoy gasped, tipping his head back, when Harry wrapped a hand around the length of him. His legs shook, fingers clutching for any part of Harry he could reach. “I can’t … Potter, I haven’t … not before. Not ever.”

Harry kissed the confession from his lips, swallowing each of Malfoy’s moans, keeping him quiet so they wouldn’t be found. His bicep bulged, muscles straining with the effort of keeping Malfoy’s wand raised above their heads. He didn’t protest, didn’t ask to swap. He touched Malfoy slowly as Malfoy looked his fill, ran his fingers over another body for the first time.

“Please,” Malfoy whispered, legs shaking. “Fuck, I need…”

“Hold on to me,” Harry directed, tightening his grip and speeding up his strokes.

Malfoy clutched onto him and gasped, mouthing Harry’s name again and again against his damp skin. He said it out loud as he crested, Harry’s given name passing his lips for the first time as the smell of their burning clothes filled the air.

“Sirius is going to kill me,” Malfoy muttered against Harry’s shoulder, later, after they’d Apparated to a damp forest in Cumbria.

Harry wrapped an arm around Malfoy’s shoulders, holding him close. “Not if I do it first.”

His words rang loud in the quiet, a joke that didn’t so much as fall flat, but seemed to predict something, a future that neither of them wanted.

“Maybe,” Malfoy said. He pressed his lips to Harry’s throat, parting them and swiping his tongue across Harry’s skin. “But not if I do it first.”

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[melllohigrace]

ethubs, 22 and 66 for the fanfic trope mashup!

hi bidoof! Space AU (22) and It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies (66)

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mercenary as guard for space crew thats dangerous, well known mercenary which is why its quote (famous mercenary will have lots of enemies), planetary dispute so natural enemies

ethubs au where etho was a well known space mercenary who has made a lot of enemies over his career. he ditches the mercenary life for something a bit more calmer, but still moves around frequently to avoid his enemies finding him. cue himself getting a technical position aboard the hollowhill, a renowned space ship that is commandeered by captain bdoubleo. the pair get along great, and there's some feelings there.

something something they end up on a planet and etho forgets that he has enemies here, which results in him being kidnapped due to them not forgiving his past. bdubs has to attempt to rescue him, but it's not a happy ending because etho doesn't want to put bdubs in any more danger. he doesn't want his past to be the reason why bdubs dies. so bdubs - heartbroken and furious with etho - leaves reluctantly, swearing that he'll come back for etho.

he never does.

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[phoenixyfriend]

For the mashup ask game:

If you're in the mood for an angsty one, could you have a go at 71 (24 hours to live) and 28 (proposal fic) please? Preferably involving Ahsoka?

If not, then maybe 79 (anger born of worry) and 54 (secret relationship) for Rexwalker/RexAniDala?

Not really sure on what you ship so if these don't work for you dw, honestly your writing is amazing so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ yeah

Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

This ask meme is from over a year ago. Please don't send new prompts.

Ahsoka 71. Twenty-Four Hours to Live   28. Proposal Fic

NGL having a bit of trouble with this one but I think this would have to be a mission fic.

Let's say Anakin's in trouble, sometime after the Wrong Jedi arc. He's been put in a Deadly Trap of the "room slowly fills with water" variety, and it's going to be too high in about 24 hours. IDK who put it together. Probably Maul, to fuck with Obi-Wan, because most of their enemies wouldn't use Anakin as bait in that way, they'd either go for a political hostage negotiation (Dooku), torture them personally (Ventress), or just straight up kill them (Grievous). Maul, however, would leave Anakin alone to get slowly dead in order to taunt Obi-Wan.

However, Obi-Wan can't get away to actually, you know, save Anakin. (Sheev rejected the request, in order to push that wedge of 'Obi-Wan doesn't really care about me' that he's been driving between Anakin and his Master.)

Instead, the clone of your choice is sent, and they find Ahsoka to help (or she finds them; maybe Maul decided to taunt her too? IDK). Rex is a good standby, but in this case I'm feeling like Fives or Echo might be better? Up to the reader.

So Ahsoka and her partner go off on the rescue mission. There are many near-misses. One, perhaps both, almost die at one point or another. There's a kiss and a confession.

They rescue Anakin, barely, and then rest on the floor, all of them covered in water and panting and very relieved that their General doesn't need mouth-to-mouth.

Clone of your choice leans over Anakin's body, grabs Ahsoka's hands, and asks her to marry him.

She's about to say yes, but--

"SERIOUSLY?! RIGHT OVER MY ALMOST-DEAD BODY? AT LEAST LET ME HUG MY PADAWAN FIRST." except with a lot more spluttering and cough, both from the Aghast Horror and the almost drowning.

#star wars #the clone wars #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #darth maul #rexsoka #fivessoka #echosoka #shipping #phoenix answers memes #drowning mention #death mention