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lechugapagana · 1 year

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Padre soltero AU. Sin magia. Viktor Krum & Hermione Granger.

[...] Viktor observó a su hija dormir. Según el reloj, aún restaba más de media hora para que el avión llegara a Londres. La pequeña se aferró al conejo blanco, regalo de su tía Clara, mientras se movía en el asiento en busca de una postura más cómoda.

Pensó en la última frase que ella les había dicho a sus padres y meneó la cabeza con una mezcla de incredulidad, bochorno y un poco de preocupación. No era una sorpresa que ella mencionara el tema de las novias, de hecho, lo había hecho varias veces en el pasado, siempre acompañado de miradas socarronas y risitas de sus cercanos, pero estaba comenzando a creer que el tema no era pasajero para la niña y su hija realmente estaba interesada en verlo con alguna mujer. Se preguntó por qué, ¿no estaba feliz solo con él? ¿no le brindaba él toda su atención cada vez que estaba en casa? Malina era la niña de sus ojos, la luz más preciosa de su vida a quién amaba más que a sí mismo, ¿no era eso suficiente? Recordó su propia infancia junto a sus padres y su abuela, cómo le había parecido que su núcleo era perfecto y lo había hecho sentir seguro a medida que crecía, rodeado de afecto. Recordó el dolor por la pérdida del abuelo y el amor inmenso que la abuela vertió en él, como si tratara de compensar su falta. ¿Era así como lo veía Malina? ¿Cómo si él tratara de compensar la falta del afecto materno? Una figura que nunca llegó a conocer y a quién él mismo apenas recordaba...

Se sacudió los pensamientos deprimentes para mirar por la ventana. No conseguía nada girando alrededor de ellos, Malina era una niña sana y feliz aún cuando carecía de alguien a quién llamar “madre”. Por otro lado, no le faltaban figuras maternas en su vida: ahí estaba su madre y su abuela, Clara también, pavoneándose de ser su hada madrina. Y por su parte estaba demasiado enfocado primero en su hija y luego en su carrera como para estar pensando en citas serias.

Suspiró cansado, echando mano de la botella de agua a su lado. Era por esas dos cosas que ahora ambos estaban a bordo de un avión, a minutos de llegar a Londres e instalarse en el país inglés para comenzar una vida allí: nuevo equipo, nueva casa, nuevo colegio.

Viktor Krum no estaba interesado en conocer a posibles “novias”, pero el destino, su persistente hija y una encantadora bibliotecaria tal vez tengan otros planes.

#vikmione #krumione #viktor krum #hermione granger #hermione x viktor #idea de fanfic

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cazamentes · 3 months

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Attack on Titan x Boku no Hero

Eren tiene el peso borroso pero siempre presente de los recuerdos de los portadores de todo el bucle del titán atacante, y ahora tiene los recuerdos de todos los ruidosos portadores anteriores de todos los titanes, cree que puede con ellos.

Nadie dice nada si duerme muy poco, a nadie le importa, a él mismo nunca le importó.

Si tiene episodios por ellos nadie los ha podido detectar, en todo caso los sabría esconder muy bien, él está bien.

Excepto..

Eren recuerda la traición viva y dolorosa en su pecho al recordar la primera vez que descubrió a la titán hembra y peleó contra ella.

Recuerda cómo se rompió el brazo al intentar golpear con su ira su rostro, como no mucho después también supo que ella era uno de sus amigos, que era Annie..

Pero cuando le grita y le reprocha al punto límite del llanto, y le duele la rabia y la ira en su interior, parpadea y… está observando un rostro extraño..

Una mujer rubia llora y tiembla debajo de su cuerpo de titán, pero no es Annie y.. Eren puede ver su propio brazo derecho cubierto en vapor por romperlo contra el suelo.

Oh…

Quizás si tiene episodios.

Sus propias lágrimas caen sobre el rostro de la pobre mujer.

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Eren mira hacia el agua luego de la arena, es bastante bonito si le preguntas justo cuando el sol se esconde al terminar el día.

Pero.. No puede impedir la línea recta que son sus labios por escuchar palabras que sabe, sabe muy bien, que realmente sólo están en su cabeza.

- Escucho las olas, ¿Es bonito, no es así Eren? - La voz lenta, quizás demasiado tranquila de Armin abruma suavemente sus oídos, no hace más que avivar su dolor en el pecho que palpita y se expande con cada respiración.

Eren no sabe si está de acuerdo, su mente desde muy temprano le proporcionó las verdades que siempre lo esperaron detrás de las olas del océano, así que no estaba seguro si “esto” era lo suficientemente alejado de su mundo como para pensar que puede ser "libertad", después de todo eso es lo único que siempre busco. A pesar de saber que nació para jamás alcanzarla.

Aparta los ojos porque no puede simplemente ver todo ese escenario sin sentir que su estómago se revuelve, la bilis esperando tan sólo un poco detrás de su paladar.

Pero… sabe muy bien qué estar limitado a un reloj de arena que no se detiene no es libertad, y tres años más con todas esas memorias, esas personas en su cabeza, no son vida.

¿Entonces, por qué estoy aquí de nuevo?

(Aizawa quisiera saber que es lo que atormenta tanto la mente de un niño como ese)

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- Niño, - Pronunció en un tono completamente apagado de cualquier emoción que pudiera cruzar la máscara de metal, pero dejando filtrar la burla ácida y sarcástica hacia un simple niño que creía que podía hacer algo respecto a una gran cantidad de décadas de planes de un hombre demasiado poderoso como para que una mente tan joven lo entendiera. - Crees realmente que con tu limitada edad, tu pequeña mente en constante pausa y tus deseos positivos para el mundo; ¿Simplemente puedes hacer algo contra el constante crecimiento de los monstruos que la propia humanidad está creando? - El hombre que apestaba a poder y portaba una abundante presión sobre la simple y pequeña existencia de Eren, dejó escapar una corta y oscura risa helada entre sus palabras antes de señalar hacia la pequeña y diminuta figura de Eren. - Estás muy equivocado.

- No deberías provocarme. - Eren está seguro de que no cambió el tono de su propia voz, lenta, cansada y con un toque de ira mal concentrada, pero se sintió diferente al hablar, quizás porque algo dolía y ardía al mismo tiempo en su pecho, o tal vez su fresco pasado y los constantes viajes a recuerdos ajenos son lo suficientemente molestos frente a la persona correcta, no lo sabe. El hombre pareció titubear al escuchar que Eren aún hablaría. - Soy uno de esos monstruos después de todo.

Eren está en una línea entre cruzada por los dos extremos del cansancio y el dolor, pero después de todo sabe que es verdad.

Aunque no le importara en el pasado o ahora (Lo cual es una completa mentira), sabe que es verdad, toda una completa eternidad de recuerdos respaldan esa simple palabra y ninguna otra cantidad de ellas puede cambiar esa simple y completa verdad.

No puede sentirlo, no puede saberlo y mucho menos adivinar lo que él otro hombre piensa luego de escuchar sus simples y cortas pero cargadas palabras de una completa vida de encarcelamiento ansiando la libertad.

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Eren sabe más que nadie del fracaso.

Quizás pudiera ser realmente poderoso por una limitada cantidad de tiempo, casi sin barreras obstaculizando sus deseos y aún así fracasar completamente.

Intento armar al amor de su vida como si pudiera reunir cada recuerdo de él y armario a la perfección dónde cree que podría estar, sólo para que la forma final parpadeara y se rompiera contra la suave brisa del mundo de los caminos que ya no existen, donde se refugia cobardemente cuando no soporta todo lo que un mundo olvidado y un nuevo mundo tienen para su existencia. (Todo lo que un mundo olvidado y un mundo nuevo quieren usar de él)

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- Chico, no sabes nada, no sabes lo que es ser la mente que presenció durante siglos lo destructiva que se volvió la humanidad contra sí misma ante el cambio, y no me sorprende que no entiendas lo necesarios que son los grandes cambios que prepare para este tablero de ajedrez, asì que no pretendas tener la mente lo suficientemente desarrollada para catalogar mis actos como “malvados”.

Eren solo observo la sonrisa de todos dientes de ese hombre calvo.

Mientras su mente le proporcionaba amablemente flashes que perdían su mente del lugar.

Una bala en su ojo.

Un cuchillo en su pierna.

Pies gigantescamente grotescos aplastando todo lo que se encontrara en su camino-

Y de nuevo observaba la sonrisa de dientes blancos.

- Así que no intentes comportarte como un adulto.

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Eren será el salvavidas de hoy.

Con el pequeño detalle que nos contó algunas veces de que él creció dentro de una ciudad amurallada (De la cual no especificó nada más que él nombre de la ciudad ¿Shiganshina? Y la muralla que lo rodeaba, de las tres en la que vivía; la cual era María (¿¡Por qué-))

Entonces, ¿Eren sabía nadar?

Debería, puesto que sino no estaría como un salvavidas, ¿Cómo llegaría tan lejos en el agua si no sabía nadar?

El pequeño grupo de Kirishima y Kaminari se ofrecieron como cebo para meterse en el agua mientras Sero grababa.

Todo salió extrañamente bien al punto en que al día siguiente le mostraron el vídeo a toda la 1-A, hubieran o no estado presentes en la playa cuando sucedió todo el asunto.

El vídeo reproduciendo desde detrás de la alta silla en donde se sentaba el salvavidas, vemos que Eren baja de un salto desde lo alto a la derecha antes de llevar su mano derecha, que estaba fuera de la cámara por ser tapada por el cuerpo de Eren, antes de que se escuchará una explosión ensordecedora frente a la cámara y la arena saltara más allá de lo permitido lógicamente antes de que se observara un enorme torso, o un pedazo de él ugh, de lo que posiblemente podría ser un gigante y del cual salía extendido un brazo, más delgado de lo que debería ser para ese torso, que llegaba hasta el agua y se perdía entre las olas.

Un minuto de suspenso después se mostraba ese brazo sacando del agua a Kaminari y Kirishima desde debajo de los brazos como dos gatos mojados que se mostraban en shock ante la reacción del castaño.

El vídeo siguiente era más corto y mostraba a Eren desde otro ángulo, la cámara comenzaba inmediatamente a grabar dándole la espalda al agua y captando el enorme cuerpo carnoso desde el frente en el momento justo en que el castaño arrancaba con su mano izquierda libre, lo que parecía piel pegada en tiras a su rostro, sin miramientos antes de sacar del cuerpo gigante su brazo derecho.

Luego el humo cubrió todo, saliendo del cuerpo que ¿comenzaba a evaporarse...?

Aún tratan de pensar de qué diámetro, medidas y altura realmente podía transformarse Eren. Y de qué diablos podía estar realmente compuesto ese cuerpo, ningún cuerpo se evapora...

¿O sí?

#eren jaeger #eren titán #mount lady #attack on titan #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #crossover #escenas #idea de fanfic #au #fanfic #riren

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flamingpudding · 1 year

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Part 3 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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Feral brother of mine

When Damien first saw the video from Todd's helmet he only thought of his older brother as an imbecile that apparently couldn't handle children that was until Drake paused the video on the child's face before the video cut off.

Then Richard pointed out the similarities to Damien and of course his first thought was that his mother had made another clone again that they would need to dispose of. That was until he took a closer look at the image when Drake zoomed in. It was still blurry but Damien would recognise that face anywhere and in any state.

Despite his memory being faded it was the face of someone he never wanted to forget and would let freely hunt his dreams. Even if it was to recall the good times or even the bad times through nightmares. Freckles that mirrored constellations and scar by the ear from a training session when the others' dodging ability had not yet been up to par when they were five. Hair longer than his own and less tameable.

Danyal Al Ghul.

His twin that he killed at the age of eight when their grandfather forced them into a fight to death. This was not a simple clone of Damien himself and the teen was pretty sure that his mother must have lost it. Because what else then a clone of his own brother could this be, she probably must have preserved some of Danyal's DNA if not his entire body for this. He must also applaud her cruelty, for the clone was at the exact age his brother had died at.

He does not know why nor how his mother had managed to cause glowing Lazarus green eyes. None of his clones had ever shown these before but a part of him didn't want to know. It already made him sick enough to know that his mother would go so far as to clone Danyal.

All he wanted was to get rid of this cruel clone that wore his long dead brother's face. The knowledge of his brother was something Damien held dear. It was something that belonged to him only and the burden of his death was not something he ever wanted to share either. Besides what use would it be to his family to mourn a member they never would have gotten to meet.

Even as he glared at Todd, who had let loose the feral clone. He could not bring himself to tell them that this was most likely not just a simple clone of himself.

"Come on guys, there is a child running around the Bat Cave. You can fight later about how to safely keep the boy in check."

Clicking his tongue he turned away from his older siblings and drew out his katana. "<tt> I will get rid of that thing myself."

A thing, that was what it was. Damien didn't need his personal feelings or his memories of a twin that could smile brighter than the desert sun despite their pain, get in the way of his rationality. He could not allow this mockery of his twin brother to live on.

He went for the darker areas of the Cave knowing the league trained mind and he was in luck as he was the first to find the feral child hidden away in the area that lead to the medbay. By now the thing was even armed. Damien recognised the dagger as one of his training once, he probably had accidentally left it out of its casing after training right before patrol.

The ex-league prodigy did not give the clone time to react as he attacked without warning. Chasing it through the Bat Cave as it avoided his attacks yet made no move to attack him the way it had Todd. At times the way it dodged made Damien stutter slightly something that never happened before. He slashed at it, ignoring his siblings that shouted for him to stop from the side lines. Ignoring the flashes in his mind of a fight years ago that was similar yet so different.

"I will not let this mockery run free." He muttered pointing his blade as it hissed at him in return. What a feral thing it was, he waited for it to make the first move this time. Clones were not perfect, their forms were lacking, They might retain skills of their original but they rarely were the same let alone cable of thinking outside of what their creator, his mother wanted. He pointedly ignored anything he new about certain clones. They weren't created by his mother, therefore did not count in regards to his conclusion. Yet it was painful seeing this mockery of his dead brother appearing like a perfect copy.

The stance it held with the dagger, despite the feral hissing and movements, it was the exact same his brother had. Sword stances, like martial arts stances had a basic form, every wielder learned and then developed further into their own unique one with time. Danyal had one where he tended to hold the dagger or even swords backwards in his left hand while his right arm covered his empty side with a slight tilt to the back, always ready to reach for any weapon he would carry in hidden pockets on his back.

It was painful to see this clone, this thing mimicking his brother's stand this perfectly. Damien could only narrow his eyes in determination, or was it desperation by now? This was just one more reason to get rid of it. It just hurt even more when with a quick gaze towards the hand that held the dagger Damien also noticed a bad habit his brother had always retained and the league had also never been able to train out of him. It was a small habit, unnoticeable if you wouldn't look for it, yet dangerous to the sword / dagger wielder if they were inexperienced.

Danyal tended to let his thumb rest against the guard if the blade had one or against the blade itself even if it didn't have one. He knows that his twin used to have scaring on his thumb from this habit, especially from their early training years.

This thing was even imitating his brother's habit.

He wanted it gone. Rip it apart and present it to his mother with all the anger and grief it brought to him.

"Guys stop Damien now! That is not a clone!" He heard Drake yell from where the Batcomputer was but he didn't care. This was a clone, so he lunged at the it again. Ignoring how the clone had studied him like he had it. Ignoring how its stance had changed the longer they had watched each other and how that thing let its guard down all of a sudden.

"Damien! Stop!"

It dropped all defenses and Damien could only see that as his chance to deal the final blow to get rid of it. But what he didn't expect despite the dropped defenses was for the clone to also just drop the dagger, close its eyes and smile. The same smile that still hunted his nightmares. His mind flashed back to eight years ago.

"Demon brat! Calm the fuck down!"

The blade stopped inches from the same fatal placement that had killed his brother before. Drake and Richard were right behind him while Todd was by the clone's side gripping at the blade with his bare hands, most likely bleeding already.

"Why?" Damien uttered quietly, his eyes trained on the thing. Richard must have thought that his question had been directed towards them stopping him but that wasn't the case.

"Look Dami, how about listening to what Tim found out first before we decide what to do with that child?"

"Not you." He couldn't help but snap back at them as he withdrew his katana, hearing Todd mutter something about sharp blades and bandaids as well as several curses under his breath. His eyes stayed on the thing. "Why would you let me kill you? Why drop your defence ces? Why not dodge?"

The thing titled its head its glowing green eyes were trained on Damien and he noticed how they flickered into a blue that was so familiar yet so different with the way they glowed. It made chirping noises before it whispered something.

"ahbak, Dami"

Damien froze for a moment there at the quiet words the thing had whispered. How was he supposed to react now? Was this even a clone, no he knew this was a clone. There was no way Danyal was alive let alone still eight years old. He had killed his own brother, he had held him in his own arms as Danyal took his final breath, smiling at him and uttering the same words he had just heard again after so many years.

Even if Danyal had survived somehow then he should be the same age as him. Not the age he had died at. Besides, their grandfather would have never allowed them to use the pits to revive his twin.

"FUCK!"

Intentionally or not Todd's outcry had ripped him out of his thoughts by a rather pathetic yowl of pain. It was like a switch had been flipped in the clone's mind as his brother had reached out to probably detain it again. The moment Todd had touched him, the thing had bitten into his hand before letting go, hissing and running away from them once more.

But instead of running after that thing Damien stood frozen in place, his mind still racing. He could feel Richard's hands on his shoulders, grounding the teenager with the warmth they provided. "You okay there Baby Bird? You seem rather out of it suddenly."

"<tt> I am fine." His only offered answer, ignoring the worried looks he was getting as he moved to wipe Todd's blood off his blade. He needed a distraction before his mind became any more chaotic and unreasonable. "What did Drake find out?"

"Right… you sure you want to hear that right now?" Giving Richard an unimpressed stare, the oldest sighed looking over towards Drake.

"Well I got good news and probably bad news." Side eyeing his brother Damien kept silent waiting for him to continue.

"I can safely say that the child is not a clone. His DNA does not 100% match yours. It differs too much but - and this is where it's probably bad news - it matches with you to 45%, with a matching to Bruce to about 50%, same with Talia. If I run a paternity test I am sure it would be a hit for Bruce and Talia."

Damien swallowed taking in that information, knowing what it meant. Was he horrified? Yes. Did it also awaken a strange sort of hope? Also, Yes.

"But there was a third compartment of the child's DNA structure which was impossible to test. It could even corrupt DNA samples if not taken apart from the rest. It probably has something to do with the green specs I found in his blood too. So I ran a substance analysis and - you probably won't like this - but it got a hit from a substance we have recorded in our database."

"What substance?" Damien knew, he just knew he wouldn't like the next words Drake would say. He could feel Richard squeezing his shoulder as if to help him keep stable.

"Lazarus Water. It matched with what we have recorded from the Lazarus Pits."

"Drake, are you telling me that after eight years, my mother who apparently had preserved my dead twin brother's body, dropped said body into the Lazarus Pits to revive him and then drop him off with Todd of all people?"

"Yes, wait… dead twin brother's body?"

#danny fenton #danny phantom #danny and damian are twins #de aged danny #dp x dc #feral danny #fanfic #damian wayne #jason todd #tim drake #richard grayson #dc x dp #unedited #crossover #no beta wie die like danny #he still only bites jason #I have no idea if I used ahbak correctly #still learning how to best blog fanfics here #dpxdc

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 3 months

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Anyone else wish Arthur summoned Ygraine instead of Uther?

I can just imagine Ygraine thanking Merlin for all he’s done to protect Arthur and it meaning the world to Merlin because for starters, it’s acknowledging what he does and also, it’s gratitude for Arthur’s life and Merlin and Arthur’s relationship (platonic, romantic or friends, or whatever else they can be seen as) without the responsibility of titles and destiny there.

And obviously, Ygraine meeting Arthur and them actually having time together would be great, possibly a magic reveal in there somewhere too, but I can’t get the idea of Ygraine thanking Merlin for everything out of my head

Plus The Death Song of Ygraine Du Bois would just turn out better. She wouldn’t try and kill the knights or Gwen or whatever unhinged shit Uther did, and I always imagine her as a good parent for Arthur. Even if it’s usually just an excuse for more angst at the tragedy of losing the one parent (aside from Hunith, obviously) who truly and unconditionally loved Arthur.

But still

We were robbed of Ygraine in the show.

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #ao3 fanfic #ygraine pendragon #ygraine de bois #fic ideas #i might write this #I’m tempted #I need to finish my wips first #merthur

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purplecatghostposts · 2 months

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Caught up on Miraculous Ladybug and had some feelings about seeing Félix’s backstory. They’ve been channeled into a fic about the rabbit plushie specifically.

It’s 3k words of Félix having too many emotions to deal with and Adrien and Marinette helping!! Enjoy!

#miraculous ladybug #felix fathom #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #we’ll do both just in case #senticousins #sentitwins #I have no idea which one it is but it’s definitely one of them. maybe both #miraculous fanfic #SB Writes #my fic #I wrote this in like. three days? Bon appetite

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punctuation-completionist · 5 months

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Have you seen the demicolon?

yeah, i mean i've heard of it but like. idk i am surprisingly neutral on the concept? i mean it's a fun idea but also it's not really viable in a writing context (formatting-wise at least) so it just. eh.

(demicolon thing for context)

#not counting #ask tag #sorry to be disappointing #like i guess i see the idea but i can't actually implement it in normal text papers and this irritates me enough it just evens out #on a side note while i was trying to find this image i almost made a reddit account to argue with someone's five year old comment #it's FINE #but like also. they were just so confidently calling things that were either preexisting wingdings or like. de bazin ''fanfiction''#and their elaboration was linking to the wiki page for fanfic?? huge eyeroll #anyways. five year old reddit comments aside. i am absolutely neutral on the demicolon #sorry but i can't help it #also i really do hope that made sense as an answer

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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 1 year

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How do you think feligami got together so fast? Like not why they’re clearly head over heels for each other but HOW. Who made the first move? Were they already together by the theatre or was that hand hold just the smoothest mutual wordless confession in history?? My shipping heart NEEDS TO KNOW

hehe it probably went something like this

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Getting to know Felix is easier than Kagami anticipated, especially as he keeps following her.

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“Goodnight, Félix,” she whispers, though she does not need to. Nobody is around to hear them. No one is watching them. It is only a taste of the freedom he promised her, and yet it sinks into her with the softness of the street lights and the prickle of the night air. “Can I see you again?” he asks, just as softly. She has exactly nine minutes to walk back to the ikebana studio where Tatsu will be waiting to transport her home. She can make it if she walks fast. She can linger a few moments longer if she runs. The vertigo crescendos as she remains in place, watching the gleam of headlights flash in his eyes as cars speed past. “You should go home,” Kagami tells him, holding his gaze. “It’s not safe for you in Paris.” Félix tilts his head in acknowledgement, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “No,” he agrees. “It isn’t.”

i just love these two so much ok?

#borealis green #ml fanfic #miraculous fanfic #felix graham de vanily #felix fathom #felix f*th*m #kagami tsurugi #feligami #argami #ml pretension #ml representation #sorry i held onto this for so long anon but i was immediately possessed by the idea and had to write it #i listened to snow on the beach nonstop while writing this

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tereferka · 1 year

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Ultimate Trigun brainrot doodle bunch (click to see more details c:)

#i know these doodles r really simple but it gives me sm joy to draw this way #calling legato a blueberry was not my original idea #i found it in some fanfic whose name and author I don't remember sorry #vash the stampede #nicolas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #millions knives #livio the double fang #roberto de niro #legato bluesummers #elendira the crimsonnail #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun art

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emerald-mouse · 9 months

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Au where Laudna gets resurrected late and taken in by Vex and Percy, where she is as old as his daughter but the same age as him, where she is an odd mix of sister and daughter, a mirror to vex but the same hair as Cassandra. She is so obviously related but no one knows precisely how, strangers are to afraid to ask is she a cousin, a daughter, a niece, another miraculous surviving de rolo sibling, a distant relative only recently found, nobody knows for sure all anyone is that she is definitely a de Rolo of some kind.

Where Laudna is intricately connected and dearly loved part of their family but also very isolated, disconnected and outcast from Whitestone. Taken care of and provided for but in a way that only makes feel like a burden and exasperated her loneliness.

Laudna leaves thinking she will be quickly forgotten but is deeply missed instead, where they want to respect her choice and agency by letting her go but that leaves her believing she is unloved as no one comes to contact or find when she is gone. Where Laudna slips away and is impossible to find without so they let her go and hope she is safe.

Where Laudna doesn’t spend 30 alone in the woods chased from everywhere she went, but is still deeply lonely and isolated when meeting Imogen. Where she sounds like music still and saves Imogen as the run together.

Where meeting Bertrand who claims to be a member of Vox Machina that she has never heard of makes her feel as though she really knew nothing of her foster family and makes her feel further disconnected from them. Where sending his body to Whitestone makes her wish she was going with him and hearing Imogen doing a perfect impression of Vex when reading her letter makes her feel something she can’t quite identify. Where in Whitestone they get news of someone going by Lorelei de Rolo at party matching her description and are deeply relieved she’s alive and well, where she truly is de rolo but doesn’t realize it.

Only for her to finally return home dead, the bells hells mostly not knowing her connection to them, not realizing they are bringing their dead sister-daughter home. Finding out she made another family without them, meeting Imogen.

Not being able to speak at her resurrection because they don’t she would want to come back to them. Waking up home surrounded by all members of both of her families.

#critical role #bells hells #laudna #vox machina #percy de rolo #percy #vex'ahlia #cassandra de rolo #imogen temult #bertrand bell #au #fanfic ideas #my posts

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desertfangs · 4 months

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Valenfangs - Day 6 - Heart-Shaped Locket

💘 Just a short, silly little drabble today for the @valenfangs prompt "Heart-Shaped Locket" 💘

“You can’t give Pandora this,” Daniel said, looking at the contents of the shiny gold box on Marius’ dresser. Marius frowned from his chair where he was reading over some emails on his iPad. “What?” “This thing.” Daniel lifted the heart-shaped locket. “It’s too cheesy.” Marius stared at it for a long moment. “You don’t think it’s romantic?” Daniel put it back into the box. “Sure, I do, but I’m a sucker for those kinds of things. Pandora is going to think it’s silly. Maybe if it were shaped like anatomical heart…” “Shall I gift it to you then?” Marius smiled. Daniel laughed. “What about a bracelet? That seems more her style.” “You’re as bad as Armand, trying to play personal shopper for everyone else,” Marius said. “What did you get him anyway?” “A vase dug out of the ruins of Pompeii that’s been restored,” Daniel said. Marius’ face dropped a bit. “That is quite good.” He sighed and stood. “Fine, yes, let’s go shopping. I can fly us to Paris.”

#marius/pandora #marius/daniel #armand/daniel #marius also needs to get a gift for armand so #shopping is probably a good idea #vc humor #vc fanfic #vc fic #ficlet #daniel molloy #marius de romanus #valenfangs #valenfangs 2024

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leslutdepointedulac · 3 months

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His lover’s tongue licks incessantly at his teeth; evidently this is his attempt at aiming to rid him of blood stained teeth, by licking them clean. Louis allows him to do this, sighing into Lestat’s mouth as he does and leaning to rest more heavily against the wall.

After a few more licks and another quick kiss, Lestat pulls back to look at Louis.

“Did you get it?” Louis asks and links his hands together around Lestat’s neck.

“I don’t know. Smile for me?” He receives a small but fond eye roll and peers into his mouth when his request is fulfilled. “There’s still a bit left, hold still.” He leans in to try and lick away the remaining bit of staining again, but it’s stubborn, and when Lestat moves back to inspect his work, he finds it’s still there. He narrows his eyes as he removes a hand from Louis’ waist and raises it up to his mouth.

Louis dodges his hand and a slight frown comes across his face. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to help de-stain your fangs. You’re welcome by the way.”

This time, when he moves his hand back to Louis’ mouth, Louis lets him. Lestat presses his thumb to his lower lip and pries his mouth open, looking him dead in the eye as he does. With Louis’ fangs now on full display, Lestat inches his thumb into his mouth and trails it up to where the blood stains the tooth, right by the gum line.

He starts to gently rub at the fang, when suddenly Louis lets out a soft whine and melts into the touch. Lestat stops and withdraws his hand, staring at him, the mossy green eyes of his husband staring back at him in bewilderment. Louis’ face flushes with the blood from his previous kill, but does nothing as he continues to stare at Lestat.

“What was that?” Lestat asks, surprised by the response to his action.

Louis doesn’t say anything, just very slowly shakes his head as if to say ‘I don’t know’.

[Experimentations A03]

#idk how i feel about the banner #i'll probably fiddle around with some ideas this one's mostly just temporary #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #vampire chronicles #tvc #vc fic #vc fanfic #my vc fics #my vampire chronicles

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flamingpudding · 1 year

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Sooo I had this idea most likely inspired by a bunch of other fanfics I read...

Follow up part: 2

Ghost kid in Gotham

The Beginning

So far Danny counted two times in his live that he had died or at least sort of remembered dying.

The first time he died, he had been eight and in an horrible turn of events was forced into a fight to death with his twin. All because Danny couldn't be like his brother. He couldn't kill, he continuously nearly fails his missions if it weren't for his twin finishing of targets that were supposed to be his. The league had seen him as the black sheep of the family. He was no assassin material yet his twin brother still protected and adored him. But then their grandfather saw how he became a weakness for the true heir. All because Danny couldn't get his shit together during one mission they were sent on together. Resulting in his twin sustaining an injury.

So Danny was sentenced to death in an obvious fight the entire league knew he could nore would ever want to win. The fight had drawn out his twin at least attempting to get him to fight back to show their family that he was worth keeping by showing his skills, even if Danny couldn't kill, he could still fight excellently. But Danny didn't play along, instead he let his brother kill him with the final blow. He didn't even bother attempting to dodge.

His first death had probably been very cruel towards his brother, but at least it meant that his twin, Damien would live on.

Though he didn't expect that right before his body could grow cold forever, that their mothers still had somewhat of a heart and dunked him into the pits and revive Danny the first time. (Only later through Clockwork did Danny learn that he had been dropped in a pit of contaminated ectoplasm which probably was also the reason he even survived - well sort of survived - his second death)

He did come out as a feral kid though he barely remembered his time at the Chicago Orphanage. His former parents the Fantons had told him that he had been a feral kid the first year they had him. Apparently for the longest time Jazz had been the only one that could touch let alone get in hugging distance of Danny without getting bitten. Jack liked to show off the bite marks as lovely memories his sweet little Danno gave him the first time he hugged eight years old Danny.

The second time he died, he had been 14 and to this day he still thinks that a dare was one of the dumbest things one could die from. Of course his adopted parents weren't normal. They were ecto-scientists, studying ghosts or rather ecto-entities. And of course they were treading the line of mad-scientists with an entire lap in the basement and ecto-weaponry laying out and about throughout the entire house.

So when his parents build a portal to punch their way into another dimension that didn't work his friends just had to dare him to get in there to take a photo - or had it been a video - of it.

Who would have guests that the on batten was inside the damn thing instead of outside and that his stumbling and catching himself on the damned button would just so happen to punch open that portal with him in the middle of it all.

Let him tell you, getting electrocuted was not a fun way to day, nor is getting revived yet again by ectoplasm that was spewing out of the portal and mixing with his DNA. At least he got some cool powers from that accident and did not go feral like he did the first time round.

Danny shuddered, imaging if he had gone feral back then with Phantoms powers. Good he truly would have been the menace Amity still couldn't decide if he was or not.

Either way that were the two time he counted in his death tolls so far. Of course there were a couple of other times. Like that one time Sam made a wish. But he didn't really count them since well they didn't have any sort of big change that followed them.

But right now. He was probably close to his third accounted death. Strapped to the table. His chest pretty much sliced open and he was pretty sure that one of the tubes on the table across the room still contained his liver his Mo- Maddie had taken out and the other his arm that had been cut off by Agent K to test his healing.

Well he should have known better than to let his sister convince him that his adoptive parents would turn on him. Looks like that with their working with the GIW and him on the table they had finally broken the last bits of trust both Jazz and him had in them.

Danny had long lost the energy to plead with them, that it was still him. At least he would be a full ghost once the bloodless and missing limbs did him in. Really his human body wasn't as resistent as his ghost body. But at least staying in human form would protect his core. Really the worst that could happen was his human side dying right now.

Letting out a mute sigh Danny closed his eyes letting exhaustion take his mind into oblivion. The only sad thing was, that he never got to find out how his twin Damien was doing and if he was still with the league…

TIME OUT

When Clockwork first had set the path for this timeline he did not realize how damaging his king's parents' reaction was. As he looked at his king strapped to the table, cut open and even missing limbs, he for a brief moment regretted that he only ever watched the timelines and sent others to intervene. Rarely did he himself interfere but this time he had to. Otherwise his king would lose the part that made him the kindest among all the ghosts in the Infinit Realms.

Carefully he removed his king from the chains holding him down and took him with him. Away from the horrors he was facing and away from the Family that was supposed to preserve his king's kindness and humanity.

It looked like he had made a grave mistake but it was something that was still possible to fix. The timeline had yet to turn into a doomed one. And so Clockwork decided to take his king away and bring him to a place that would have a close amount of ectoplasm as Amity had as well as one of the strongest Spirits in existence to protect him until he was ready.

Looking down at the teen in his arms, Clockwork also decided that his king did not need the painful memories his supposed family gave him. A blue light engulfed his kind as Clockwork let his powers work. Turning the clock back only for his king. The missing limbs returned and his open wounds closed as the body in his arms shrunk.

In mere seconds the Master of time was holding his king at the age of his first death in his arms, yet the state was not the same. The scars of his second death were still present, telling that his powers as halfa were still present in his king's small bodies. With this his king would be ready to be dropped off to his next family. Hopefully Clockwork wasn't making a mistake again but keeping his king truly safe this time.

TIME IN

Lady Gothem was not impressed with the Master of Time as that old man dropped off the body of their king with little to no explanation. Last she knew her king was supposed to be a teenager, a halfa so powerful that the Infinite Realms were supposed to become a much safer place than they ever had been under any of the previous kings.

All the Master of Time had offered her was a cryptic - and honestly when was that old cogwheel not - message of protecting his king and returning him to his family. Really the next time she they meet she would not miss the chance to lecture Cronus. But for now she studied the young sleeping king in her arms, noting the similarities he held to the youngest of her knights.

Ah, so that was the family the old cogwheel meant. Well it looked that her knights were not only hers alone now but would also protect her king now. But who to bring him too, she mused. Surely her dearest among them would have no qualms taking the child in but he was currently not in their home. The little knights of other haunts have requested his help and called him away to that watchtower.

Mentally the city's spirit went through all her knights until her thoughts stopped by one in particular. The knight she was going to request help with from her king anyway. What better way was there than taking care of two problems with one action. He would surely take that child to the others as well as receive her king's help with his little contamination problem.

With her decision made, Lady Gothom made her move.

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