#le slow burn

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

hero x villain (kinda part 2)

“I figured you’d come.” His voice was raspy from the stale air down in the fortress’s dungeons.

“You sure do think highly of yourself.” I commented, my voice echoing in the darkness of the dungeon, along with the staple water-dripping echo that seemed to be omnipresent in all dark settings of this nature. 

“No,” He said, amused. I heard chains clink coming from the cell. “I thought our merciful Superhero would send you to kill me.”

“Do you truly think so low of me?”

He laughed. “You wouldn’t be wrong to do it.” He paused. “And I know Superhero. He’d want my death to be as painful as possible, and I can’t imagine a more painful death than one by your hand.”

When I finally drew near to his cell, the light in my hand revealed he was very different from when I had last seen him. His hair stuck up in several directions and his beard was longer than he usually kept it. In the faint light of my magic, the purple and blue bruises on his face glinted like misbegotten jewels. Soft clattering came from the iron around his wrists and ankles whenever he shifted to relieve the pain from some injury they must have inflicted.

He looked broken.

“Hero.” He said softly, his voice guttural, yet so much like a hand tracing lines down my arms, touching my heart, a touch that had somehow managed to penetrate the thick walls I’d put around myself. I caught myself — no. That was the path of pain. I wasn’t here for him. 

I was here for my kingdom. I needed his help -- his power. 

He tilted his head up to look at me, his eyes bloodshot, his hands shaking. He broke into a coughing fit that sounded like his ribcage was being torn apart.

My throat burned and the coolness of a tear ran down my cheek. I moved the light away from my face so he wouldn’t see it. 

He raised a shaking hand to a bar and clutched it, bringing himself closer to me. “Hero.” He repeated. Not calling me, not quite, he said it as one clings to a lifeline. 

“I’m here.”

“You’re here.” He gazed into my eyes, his eyes reflecting the flickering silver light of the globe in my hand. “I was worried you wouldn’t be.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Villain.” I said softly. 

“You still don’t know my first name, do you?” He asked, though he knew the answer. No one knew his first name.

I’d asked.

I shook my head anyway. 

He laughed to himself. “It’s a silly sentiment. I prayed you would come because I wanted someone to know.” 

The notion caught me aback. I hadn’t let myself think beyond this night, beyond finding him. I figured Villains were killed but I didn't let my thoughts stray there. “You won’t die here.”

“See, now that I’m in your place, I see how useless saying that is.”

“I cannot believe you just admitted fault. But, you know, I made it.”

He paused. “You’re not asking the most obvious question.”

“What you did to Superhero that would constitute 'treason of the highest order’?” I smiled, pausing for a moment. "Do you know Superhero killed my family?"

His eyes widened. "What -- ?"

"Superhero likes his heroes to be focused on heroism only. Everything else is secondary." I looked away. "He chooses us as babies. We don't have a choice."

We were both silent for a long moment, the light in my hand whispering softly.

“I’ll get you out.” I said mildly. 

He turned to me, hope barely stifled in his tone. “Truly?”

I shrugged. “It’s boring up there.” I gestured vaguely to the fort above us. “You make things…more entertaining. It turns out a world without conflict would be a rather pitiful existence.”

He chuckled, the sound warming me to my core. He leaned closer, smirking. “Admit it. You missed me.”

I pursed my lips at him, forcing back a smile. “As much as one misses the presence of a mildly entertaining jester at a jubilee.”

“Ouch.” He put a hand to his chest. “That hurt.”

“Don’t take insult. I once kissed a mildly entertaining jester at a jubilee.” I informed him, matter of factly.

He grinned. “For the first time in the past two days I finally have hope for my prospects.”

“Your prospects in getting out or in kissing me?”

He smiled, leaning forward, his voice a husky whisper. “Get me out first and see.”

Something fell a little ways away from us down the corridor and we froze. We were silent for a long moment. His eyes met mine and the message was clear. Don’t move. 

Footsteps retreated back up the steps and the night was silent again. 

“I will get you out.” I whispered after a long beat. “I promise. Even if we have to draw plans in the dirt and use bobby pins for swords and murder fake Superheroes with stupid beards and burn down ugly forts.”

“Is this sudden enthusiasm because I promised to kiss you?” He teased gently, smiling slyly. 

“No, you moron. I thought the kiss was a threat. Like keep me in here and I’ll kiss you.” I objected, my cheeks flushing red. 

“That was a shoddy cover up. You didn’t even think it through.”

“You — ”

He laughed. “Sure, sure. I believe you.” He looked at me for a moment then looked back at the wall of his prison. 

We sat in comfortable silence. There was a part of me that wanted to tear apart the bars and curl up beside him, holding him tight until daybreak and a little after that. I was so desperate I’d have been fine if he only extended a hand through the bars to hold mine. 

The thought shocked me the moment my brain articulated the desire. I hadn’t wished to be touched by anyone in years. The air was dense. Whatever chemicals were in the water dripping from a pipe a little ways away were getting to my head. 

“You could walk away.” He said, shattering the silence.

“What?”

“Leave. Go back to the woods. Find some gorgeous person — not more gorgeous than me — have a family and have a peaceful life.” His eyes were solemn. “This place is poisoned.”

It was a logical solution. I didn’t particularly want the throne, and it was better for me not to get into any relationships with people I genuinely cared about (i.e. Villains whose voices are too nice for their own good.). 

He’s giving me a way out. It’s exactly what I want. 

You could go back into hiding right now. No one can stop you.

“No.” 

He tilted his head. “No?”

“No.” I met his gaze. “I’m staying.”

He nodded, studying me, and then looking away, thinking.  

I couldn’t help but watch him, his profile stark against the darkness in the dim moonlight of my palm. The bump on his nose was gentle, high cheekbones elegantly set on his face. 

“Alex.” He said finally, almost as an afterthought. 

I was confused for a moment and my brow furrowed.

“My name.” He clarified. In that moment, he didn’t look like a villain. He looked like a boy. He had that soft childish sparkle in his deep eyes, like a kid with a secret. “It’s Alex.”

I smiled. “Alex.” I leaned back. “It’s a rather beautiful name. I thought you were hiding some terrifying name inherited from a long dead ancestor whose parents hated him." 

He smiled and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “Our identity is all we have, Hero.”

“Whether we like it or not.” I added. 

His eyes flew open and he looked to me. “Being the Hero isn’t your identity in the same way being the Villain isn’t mine. It’s a garb. It’s clothing. At the end of the day, you take the clothing off and what are you?”

“A scandal waiting to happen.”

“No.” He allowed a smiled, suppressing his laugh. “No. Gods — don’t say things like that. Now I can’t remember what I was saying.” He chuckled, taking a moment to gather himself. “At the end of the day, you’re Ana.”

The use of my first name made me shiver. I knew he knew it, but he never used it. “And who’s that?”

He smiled. “I guess we’ll have to find out.” He leaned forward, grunting at some hidden injury. “Now pass me that stick. I have a plan to draw in the dirt.”

#villain x hero #hero #villain #villains #villains and heroes #writing #writeblr #enemies to lovers #spilled ink #hero x villain #hero and villain #antagonist #superpowers #superhero #love #romance #my own writing #don't steal 🥺 #from my wip #le slow burn #fantasy #dark fantasy #fantasy world

[euphraisette]

the thing abt les mis is at a certain point, thanks to fandom, the characters (mostly the amis) have become so detached from their source material and sort of adopted their OWN separate canon that you could say pretty much anything about any one of them and i'd be like "hm. yeah sure that checks out" and immediately incorporate it into my own canon of them

(cc: @honeyheadbanger)

#i LOVE LOVE LOVE WEIRD LEFT FEILD HEACANONS ABOUT MY DUDEDS!!!!0 #90% of what i've personally seen of this fandom is modern coffee shop au slow burns where the amis sit around reading books and bantering s #i've said before that i basically don't care about canon anymore #les mis #les miserables #les amis

[mitsvriii]

le visiteur

⎇In which a worldwide traveler lands in France one fall, and, no pun intended, falls in love with a famous magician.

Travelers

France Crew

France Crew (upper)

Extra

Content: slowburn, fluff with undertones of ansgt, cursing, suggestive comments, Traveler will use they/them pronouns and will be androgynous because I am not fighting over Lumine and Aether

Taglist: @kirimoochi, @soleillunne, @tkooooop, @cherrywood22, @ros3nrot, @duckyyyx, @firexfistx, @yaoizee, @eccedentesiast-sapphic, @k1an4a, @meigalaxy, @yuminako, @sketcheeee , @esiromi, @crazydreamcat, @theday-dreamer17, @aethering, @aruvvy , @justyouraveragekleemain, @vomaii, @lunavixia, @romyoia, @auroratumbles, @futuretsugumi, @chiyoso , @staymoarmyzen, @kbar1013, @1mewo1 (ask if you want to be tagged, bold means I couldn’t tag you)

For more: Updates are at least twice a week

SMAU masterlist

Main Masterlist

#le visiteur #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x you #fontaine #genshin impact #genshin fluff #slow burn #fluff #neuvilette genshin #furina #navia genshin #clorinde #wriothesley

[briebysabs]

Fav moment of the manga?

God that’s such a hard question! But I suppose my favorite moment of the series is Domi picking up her sword during the amusement park and finding the will to live. The sword splitting between her hair that one side looks like Louis and the other is Domi AHHHHH! It’s so peak and solidified her as top 3 character for me. But Noé damn near confessing to Vanitas on the roof is very close. I’d say that’s my favorite vanoé moment.

#anime #les memoires de vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vnc manga #jun mochizuki #vanoe #dominique de sade #Domi is queen I don’t make the rules #also vanoé should stop with the slow burn and just kiss please #manga #vnc

[leascno]

ummm continuation of this LMFAO

#les miserables #les miserables fanart #les mis #enjolras #grantaire #courfeyrac #this is SO ROUGH but i had to get this shit down for posterity #listen…. courf kisses his bros ok he is full of love that will never change #OK BUT ENJOLTAIRE ARENT TOGETHER STILL THIS IS AN ONGOING CENTURIES-LONG SLOW BURN #why would u be worried about R and courf making out tho #enjolras what do u want to share w the class 🤨

[sharkemojis]

Oh My God oh Im so sorry im being so annoying and offputting but i just have tto put this here

In case anyone missed it, I have just uploaded SEVEN chapters of my ExR fic Feeling (these chapters were the ones that I already had finished when I uploaded the first one) so the next/rest of the fic will probably come out very slowly and probably not regularly. I hope this feast is enough to get you through until the next chapter my children, as I go back to school next week and will probably forget about this fic for a month or two before remembering it exists and hyperfixating on it again. Because I am physically incapable of doing anything in an organised manner so u will get what ur given and u will like it (yes shark emoji, you all say in unison)

#les miserables #les mis #enjoltaire #grantaire #enjolras #les amis #exr #courfeyrac #combeferre #courferre #courfius #marisette #jehan prouvaire #ao3fic #ao3 #imagine your otp #otp #fanfiction #slow burn

[flashbic]

do 2 + 12 for le lorrain pls 🥺✌️ good morning

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That he's 100% one of the good guys but ALSO that he's allowed to be a bit of a jerk! I love that while he says he regrets what he did to Falconi, just a few hours earlier he's right there, literally taunting him about it and being a dick. We know he still lies to ladies for attention! Despite how well that went the one time! In that other ep his dad is literally asking for his help, and sure he wants to help, but he was actually still going to say no before Cartouche stopped him because he was more focused on keeping his identity as a Cartouchien secret.

He's a nice, smart guy, and he comes off as smooth so it's not as easy to notice, but you kinda get the impression that he hasn't completely lost the asshole vibes! And i think that makes for a fun character!

(special mention to the one bit where he walks next to Demachault and messes up his wig Just For Funsies, it's so gratuitous and i just think it's funny ok)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Bisexual le Lorrain REAL. I like the idea that those aren't feelings he ever really did anything about, because ultimately he likes flirting with ladies a whole lot and that's enough for him… but maybe he had some confused feelings for his bestie Cartouche for a little bit, and maybe that's part of what made him tag along when they first met.

In general i don't really consider that orientation as something that would've influenced the way he treated Falconi back when they were rivals; for the most part i like to think that he saw that relationship more as competition initially, and that things turned sour because he couldn't stand having someone he thought of as beneath him beating him at anything. Also i see him typically being more attracted to people who are outgoing, funny and talkative, and Falconi being generally none of those things wouldn’t have helped asdfjgk (the fun point being that maybe Falconi could've been a little bit more like that if he hadn't felt like people were constantly antagonizing him)

My other headcanon is that he’s a single child ans is absolutely a mama’s boy <3 She taught him music (canon!) and maybe spoiled him a little too much.

#cartouche prince des faubourgs #people need to send me more Cartouche asks bc i NEED to write down my thoughts on all these characters ok i love them so much #the big fanfic hadn't been planned to be shippy initially! and part of what i like about it is that at first #both Falconi and le Lorrain don't see much to like about each other #le Lorrain is attracted to fun outgoing people! people he can banter and joke around with! Falconi just seems cold and mean and not fun #meanwhile Falconi thinks everything about this guy is off-putting. he's loud and annoying and never seems to think! #and of course Falconi clings to his perception of le Lorrain from 10 years ago; when he was selfish and saw commoners as beneath him #so the fic is one massive slow burn bc they just. need to befriend each other before they can possibly find each other attractive #Falconi is always going to be kinda quiet! but he's confident and can actually be fun and snarky when he's around people he trusts #and sure le Lorrain is always going to be kinda loud but he's changed! he doesn't need to be the center of attention all the time #he knows how to pay attention to people and he actually does care! and of course he's smart when you actually sit down and talk to him #and look sure beyond all of this there's basic physical attraction #but neither of them were possibly going to acknowledge any of THAT while everything else was in the way #le Lorrain

[msweebyness]

Derision Break-Up AU:

(Leak spoilers, I guess.)

So, I’m a HUGE Kimdine shipper, and Derision hurts my heart. I wanted them to stay together, but Kim was really out of line and I was really torn. So my brain made this! Enjoy, I guess!

-Ondine does end up dumping Kim after Derision. She’s angry with him about his actions, his lack of regard for Marinette’s feelings, and believes he’s still fixed on Chloé. She storms out and leaves him stunned.

-After the shock wears off, Kim is left completely heartbroken and breaks down in devastated tears. He nearly gets reakumatized, this time into Dark Cupid again, though thankfully he is able to resist, with some help from Ladybug.

-With her anger and the bad terms of the breakup, they don’t stay friends like they were before they started dating. She refuses to speak or have anything to do with him, leaving him even more crushed.

-Following the breakup, Kim is left extremely depressed, unable to find his usual motivation or exuberance. He starts falling behind even more in school and is even struggling with his various sports, shocking everyone. Thankfully, when he receives his miraculous full-time, Xuppu is able to snap him out of it, stating that he’s never going to get another chance, and he’ll lose his friends too, if he keeps moping around and pushing everyone away instead of working to be better.

- Motivated by the words of his Kwami, Kim decides to really start making up for his past behavior, be the good guy Ladybug believes he is. He starts by apologizing to all his classmates for things he’s done to hurt them, including Ivan, Alya, and of course, Marinette. He promises to work hard and do better, and everyone accepts his apology with some thought, seeing that he means it. (CLASS GROUP HUG💖)

-Later, he ends up having a one-on-one talk with Marinette, and he tells her about the breakup, and how much he misses Ondine, that he realizes he may never get another chance to be with her, but he wishes they could at least be friends again. She encourages him that, if he really loves her, he shouldn’t give up, to try and do things the RIGHT way. To be kind to her and try to be a good friend, because you never know what may happen.

-Kim struggled for a while with feeling like he was worthy to be a hero, despite affirmations from his team. (He actually bonds a lot with Miss Hound over it.) But he was able to work through those feelings by genuinely making the effort to be a better, more considerate person and friend. (Minding what he says, apologizing when he upsets someone, trying to be more helpful and less competitive, etc.) He even was able to pull his grades up more than what they were before his slump! (Max was so proud.)

-Kim took Marinette’s advice to heart, and he wrote a note to Ondine apologizing for everything and saying that he hoped they can be friends again if she feels up to it. It didn’t immediately earn her forgiveness, but it started to chip away at the ice between them. Kim just tried his best to be good to her while respecting her boundaries. Offering his help whenever he could and just going out of his way to be kind to her, show her that he still cared. He even gave her a birthday present he made himself, a shell necklace beaded with small pearls and clay beads (Nath may have helped him a little). (He got the idea when he found a shiny oyster shell that was almost a perfect heart.) (The girls gushed over it for hours)

-It was a slow process, but Ondine slowly warmed up to her ex again as she saw how much he’d changed, grown up. What finally truly broke the ice between them was when her boyfriend at the time forgot to pick her up from volleyball practice(she plays a lot of other sports too) while it was pouring rain, leaving her waiting for almost fifteen minutes, before Kim’s basketball practice had let out and he’d offered to drive her home. (Kim gets a Jeep that’s outfitted for off-roading, FIGHT ME.) He was able to cheer her up by just being his goofy self, and she admitted that she had missed this, the way they were before. After that, they were able to get back to their closeness before the Syren Fiasco.

-Ondine ended up dating two other guys in the timespan leading up to the summer before their final year of Lyceè. Despite how unbelievably painful it was for him to see her with someone else, he supported her through both relationships. He himself went on dates with a few people, but it never went beyond that. They just…weren’t her.

-Ondine broke up with BF #2(another guy from the swim team) when she found out he’d been cheating on her with a girl she had considered to be one of her closest friends. (No need to kill BF #1, don’t worry! He was a longtime friend she was in choir with(I HC that she loves to sing and has a beautiful voice.), and they just decided they were better off as friends and broke it off on good terms!) She ran off in tears after cussing them both out, and ended up at the pool.

-Kim ended up being the one to find Ondine after the whole snafu, and being a good, caring friend, listened and tried his best to comfort her. (“You want me to kick his ass for you? I wouldn’t mind.”) But when Ondine started to say that maybe there was a reason her relationships don’t work out, that she’s just not good enough, he cut off that thought, telling her how sweet, funny, beautiful and all around awesome she was. His emotions were at a high, and he ended up blurting out “That’s why I love you so much!”, before freezing with the realization. Mistaking her stunned silence for her being upset about his (accidental) confession, he apologized and ran off in tears.

-After Kim ran off, Ondine was left alone with her confused thoughts and feelings. She knew her feelings for him had been coming back full force as of late, but she was lost on whether she should act on them. After talking with the girls for a while, both the Girl Squad and her own school friends, she decided that this was a good thing and she should take her chance while it was here.

-After she had sorted herself out, Ondine went to find Kim, hoping a butterfly hadn’t gotten to him first. Thankfully, he still had his magic charm, (I don’t think Chrysalis would be able to master Megakumas quickly) so no akuma. She had a lot of things she had thought of to say…but she ended up just kissing him. A LONG kiss, mind you. Afterwards, they had a good talk and decided maybe it was time to give this another shot.

-Despite knowing they loved each other, Kim and Ondine were both nervous entering a relationship again. They gave each other space for a few days, before going on a ‘second first date’, going on more dates after that went well. It was two months before they officially got back together, and another three weeks before they kissed again(aside from pecks on the cheek). They were both just shy, okay? But they were happy, and all their friends were happy for them.

-As happy as they were, there were still some things under the rug when they got back together. In the early stages, Kim was far more jealous and possessive than he had been before, stemming from a deep-seated fear of losing her again. (He was especially jealous of the ex she remained good friends with.) Ondine struggled with feeling secure in the relationship and it caused her to pull back at times. Fortunately, they were able to work out these issues through actually TALKING (and lots of cuddles❤️)

-With the early kinks worked out, their relationship flourished, strong and healthy. Their friends describe them as ‘disgustingly affectionate’, but they don’t care.

-Chloé DID eventually come back to Paris, more bitter than ever. (I am the furthest thing from a fan of hers(Scarlet Lady is MY canon, if that tells you anything(@zoe-oneesama>>>>Asstruck. You created a masterpiece, darling!)), but even I pity her being stuck with Audrey.) Under her mother’s influence, she wasn’t able to improve much. She tried to push her former “lackeys” back under her thumb, but Sabrina straight told her to f*$& off, and ya boi barely even noticed her presence. He’s perfectly happy with his girlfriend thanks!

-An epilogue, of sorts, I guess. Five and a half years after getting back together, they were happily married. She learns his identity, of course, and they eventually welcome two baby girls. (Kim just screams ‘GIRL DAD’ to me!)

So, I like to think that I’m good at thinking up ideas for stories, but I absolutely SUCK at actually writing them out as full fics. (I’m also incredibly anxious and fearful of people not liking what I make, so even posting THIS was a mental bAtTlE) But if you want to adopt this plot and make a story from it, have at it, it’s all yours! I’d love to read it, just make sure you credit me! Ciao! Feel free to let me know what you think!

#miraculous ladybug #ml derision #ml au #ml leaks #ml season five #le chien kim #miraculous ondine #kimdine #open for adoption #ml rewrite #scarlet lady #(for the mention) #marinette dupain cheng #xuppu #king monkey #slow burn #chloe bourgeois #miss hound #screw Thomas Astruc #free to reblog

[jessread-s]

✩💍🩶Series Review:

⋆ Enemies to Lovers ⋆ Dual Pov ⋆ Found Family

The “Serpent & Dove” series is magical in every way!

What makes this trilogy so great are Mahurin’s characters! I fell in love with Lou, Reid, Coco, Ansel, Beau, and Célie almost instantly because of their unique personalities, diverse backgrounds, relatable struggles, and of course, their heartwarming group dynamic.

I also adored Lou and Reid’s love story, so much so that I was in a constant state of swooning. They went through so many trials and tribulations across all three books and, against all odds, their love endured. Looking back on it now, their relationship development is so beautiful because the two come so far—from natural enemies as a witch and witch hunter to a devoted husband and wife.

I cannot wait to read “The Scarlet Veil” so that I can check up on all my favorite characters and be romanced by a certain vampire Célie falls prey to.

Cross-posted to: Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads | StoryGraph

@epicreads

#serpent & dove #serpent and dove trilogy #serpent and dove series #blood & honey #gods & monsters #shelby mahurin #reid diggory #lou le blanc #louise le blanc #lou and reid #reid and lou #coco monvoison #ansel diggory #beauregard lyon #enemies to lovers #found family #dual pov #morally grey characters #slow burn #paranormal romance #ya romance #ya fantasy #fantasy romance #book review #booklr #book blog #book blogger #book recs

[smallblueandloud]

the eponine x cosette x marius ot3 anon is back !!

check back with me in a few days anon and hopefully i'll have something more substantial for you

don't mind if i do :3 but also, i thought i'd tell you that you've mildly inspired me to start writing fic again. i'm not sure i'll ever actually finish, but there's that!

HI ANON I LOVE YOU I'M SO SORRY FOR VANISHING

that makes me so happy!!!! fic is such a fun and glorious thing <3 i took a two-week break from writing because of a family trip (and then depression kicked me in the ass) but i'm coming back to it today and i am very happy about that :D

since we last talked, i have outlined the fic!! i have a pretty good sense of where it's going, which makes me happy. (there are still LARGE chunks of this fic that are not outlined -- notably the resolution, lmfao -- but i'm hoping those sections will take shape as i get a better feel for the fic as a whole)

also... i wrote one of the most important scenes :D

“Dearly beloved-- well, now I sound like a priest.” Eponine sighs. “You’re thinking about it too hard.” She lets the pen drop. “You have to think about it-- listen, Marius is going to know who you are as soon as he gets the letter. This isn’t about introducing yourself in the usual way. You’re trying to avoid a WhatsApp romance, aren’t you?” Cosette crosses her arms, watching her. “So how would you do it?” “I’d lose the self-consciousness,” she says, bluntly. “This only works if you commit fully.” Cosette shakes her head. “I can’t just stop being anxious. I’ve never talked to him, I don’t even know what his voice sounds like!” “Marius is a romantic,” says Eponine, firmly. “He’ll love whatever you write for him. Look, let me--” She scribbles something down, more focused on displaying relaxation than the quality of her writing. Marius-- I want this to be more than just a summer fling. I don’t know what your voice sounds like, but I know what it feels like to have you live in my heart, in my thoughts, in my life. Will you start this experiment with me? Will something bloom through the pages of our letters? When she glances up, Cosette is staring at her, awed. Belatedly, Eponine says, “Something like that.”

#hi anon thank you for your patience i am sorry again for disappearing <3 #sb and l answers #sb and l is writing #sb and l rambles #anonymous #les mis #éponine de bergerac #cosette x éponine x marius #i'm not 100% on the letter that eponine writes. i was gonna try to base the letters to marius on the letters in the movie #but it turns out it is very hard to find a script of that movie that actually tells you who's talking #and i haven't seen it recently enough to find my way around a transcript without character names #anyway! now i am working on the letter-writing montage #and uh. suffering a little because i have to do a sapphic slow-burn while also doing Letters Stuff #(i am also worried about us forgetting that marius exists lmfao) #but we'll get there!

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Will you ever write Jade's story? (And what format?)

Also curious if you have a story outline, and if you'd be willing to share sometime? Jade is fantastic and I'm very curious about her.

Hello (٥⁀▽⁀ )／

So uuhhh, can't say I "haven't" written the story yet....

I do have the whole ass story written in my docs but... it's the vomit of my 3 AM Ghost x Jade brain rot and some of it are like shitty af LMFAOO. Regarding me sharing this stories are likely an impossibility since I want to DRAW THESE.

Don't even ask me to publish this shit on AO3 either cuz I will not 😭 It's so badly written at the moment--

But thank you so much for the love on Jade! I too would really love to share her story and journey with you guys but-- yeeahh.

#HOLY FUCKKK #THAT'S TOO LONG #TOO LONG #Im gonna start filtering the story cuz this is too much... #I LOVE SLOW BURN ALRIGHT #Ghost x Jade #ghost x oc #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #simon ghost riley #charlotte jade le jardin

[lltntbt]

The Renegades books feel like reading about ladybug and cat noir but darker and more morally ambiguous.

I love them.

#Renegades #marissa meyer #archenemies #Supernova #Ladybug #cat noir #miraculous chat noir #miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #Honestly if you like the Serie I recommend the books #enemies to friends to lovers #Books #slow burn #book things #booklover #bookworm #booklr

[quoth-the-goblin-nevermore]

Hey Les Mis girlies, gays, and theys! I'm hoping to get my Enjolras/Grantaire fic "Unwilling Apollo" off the ground. If your interested please take a look :)) It's got 3 chapters as of tonight and hovering a little under 5,000 words.

#lgbtq #les mierables #les amis #les mis #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #slow burn #my fic #grantaire #enjolras #enjoltaire #fanfiction #ao3fic #writing #gay #combeferre #enjolras was a charming young man capable of being terrible

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hey ship with dinah

#respectfully and not politely #// she's a great lover #// we love slow burn so *le shrug*

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your favorite 246k* thiam enemies to friends to lovers slow burn post canon high school drama filled fanfiction is BACK!

I have posted two (2) new chapters in Summer School, the spin-off of my other Teen Wolf long-fic La nuit!!

Summer School is focused on Theo and Liam's complicated, growing relationship after they meet in BHHS for summer school, around a year post-canon. They are paired together because Liam needs help in Biology (Theo's specialty), and Theo needs help in History (Liam's thing). Will they put their differences aside to cooperate? Who will hit the other first? How many days will it take them to get expelled? Find out here!

(*it is not 246k words long and probably never will, sorry for the clickbait) (but it will hopefully be very long, when I eventually finish is)

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HEEEEEE ÇA GROOVE SOUS LA CANICULE ?

Je publie enfin la suite de cet ✨AU multilanguage kt✨après un looooong moment d'absence (j'avais un peur de me répéter dans mes écrits et qu'on tourne en rond autour du fait que personne ne se comprend...) Et là je remercie tout particulière @miung-dreamer (cadeau pour toi ☀️💖) qui m'avait inspiré il y a un moment déjà l'idée de ce petit texte ! Voilà l'équipe, passez un doux moment et attention à la canicule (ou les orages) prenez-soin de vous!!

Nos ombres qui dansent.

C’était le soir d’une fête spéciale, exceptionnelle. 

Les domestiques et les cuisiniers avaient passé toute la journée à préparer un immense banquet. Tel un défilé ; les assiettes et les plateaux d’argent s’étendaient à l’infini, débordant de nourriture  des morceaux de viande juteux, des fruits et des légumes de toutes les couleurs, des colonnes de pâtisseries et bien évidemment, le meilleur vin qui puisse exister, arrivant expressément de Rome. L’intérieur de la grande salle de réception du château avait été décoré par les armoiries des différents tribus, et clans : message de paix et d’apaisement. Une musique joyeuse résonnait sur les murs de pierre. 

Les invités de ce soir venaient des Territoire du Nord. Ils commémoraient l’équilibre et l’unité des terres dans une quête commune et salvatrice. L’humeur festive enveloppait la demeure du Roi, tous étaient rassemblés en son nom et celui de l’harmonie neuve qui régnaient là où la guerre avait fait rage. Ils célébraient une nouvelle ère qui commençait. 

Et pourtant Arthrhy était préoccupé. Son visage était fermé dans une expression ombrageuse, sa main ne quittant jamais le pommeau de son épée. 

Il marmonna, la mâchoire crispée par une colère sourde, une anxiété grandissante. 

« Non mais, une idée à la con, j’vous jure… » 

« Ah pas faute de vous avoir prévenu… » lui répondit le seigneur Léodagan, assis à sa droite comme toujours, levant les épaules en évidence. « L es Pictes c’est un toujours un merdier à gérer, surtout quand les Orcaniens sont dans le coin… » 

Une seule erreur diplomatique et la paix durement conquise était brisée.Certaines querelles n’avaient pas été entièrement réglées  le royaume d’Orcanie et les tribus nomades Pictes, d’anciens ennemis, devenus alliés par obligation et non par nécessité. Une tension épaisse et électrique régnait dans la salle. 

Le refus du roi Loth de venir à cette soirée s’était fait savoir par la reine-guerrière. Elle avait rassemblé sa garde, ainsi que les hautes figures auprès d’elle, et elles lançaient des regards furieux et indignés aux invités décorés de la bannière d’Orcanie. 

Dame Séli parlait longuement avec elles ; essayant de les convaincre de ne pas agir imprudemment. 

Arthrhy se méfiait de la véhémence de ces habitants ;  il les connaissait grâce des récits de bataille et d’études. Parmi les autres celtes, les Pictes étaient considérés comme des païens, vénérant des Dieux très anciens, discutant dans une langue incompréhensible, oubliée. Il y avait des rumeurs terribles sur ces gens  des guerrières sanguinaires au pouvoir magique puissant, un peuple toujours au bord de la révolte. Les Pictes avaient repoussé les Romains, avaient refusé de s’agenouiller devant la Croix. Ils s’en moquaient de l’épée de flamme, ou des prophéties qui proclamèrent Arthrhy Roi des Rois. Ils ne partageaient pas les mêmes croyances. 

Leurs cheveux longs étaient parsemés de tresses, d’ornement de plumes et de pierres scintillantes. Leurs corps couverts de tatouages à l’encre bleue qui représentaient des symboles, sortilèges de force, de pouvoir, de protection, les emblèmes de leurs tribus respectives. 

« Si jamais la garde picte décide de se foutre sur la gueule avec les Orcaniens, on est sacrément dans la merde. Vous risquez de vous faire détrôner salement. » Souffla ennuyé le Roi de Carmélide, masquant mal son inquiétude et sa nervosité. 

« Merci du soutien beau-père… »

Arthrhy les observait méticuleusement, comme on surveille un animal sauvage, dangereux, du coin de l’œil dans l’attente de l’attaque, de l’embuscade. 

Et puis, soudainement, la lourde porte s’ouvrit brusquement. 

La délégation picte se leva, alertée par le bruit, prête à se défendre. Les Orcaniens tournèrent leurs têtes vers la seule possibilité de sortir, craignant voir des guerrières surgirent par milliers. Arthrhy retient sa respiration, sa main attendant l’ordre de dégainer son épée. 

Mais aucun hurlement d’attaque pour interrompre les festivités. C’était la Reine qui entra, sereine et souriante. Elle se dirigea rapidement vers les dames Pictes. Elle  les salua chaleureusement les unes après les autres dans cette langue avec des sons venant des profondeurs de la terre, mais aussi légère que le souffle du vent, une mélodie invraisemblable, magique. L’atmosphère se transforma.

Peut-être que les mots de son épouse apaisaient les craintes des guerrières, calmèrent leurs envies de vengeance, et prônèrent les idées de la paix. 

Arthrhy était médusé, son regard ne pouvait se détacher d’elle. 

Sa femme qu’il croyait incapable de diplomatie, idiote aux arts de la conversation, maîtrisait parfaitement la situation parmi les siennes. Elle leur offrait une confiance aveugle et sincère. Et les Pictes qui se sentaient menacées étaient rassurées en voyant une alliée  du même sang, de la même famille. La Reine ne montra aucune peur, aucune mauvaise intention, alors les guerrières l’appelaient « Vanora »  elles s’inclinaient, touchaient ses cheveux, ses vêtements ; comme une déesse, une créature féerique et bienveillante. Elle leur offrait une preuve de bon augure. 

« Regarder ma fille, une vraie princesse picte, moi je vous l’dis. » Avoua le seigneur Léodagan avec une immense fierté, Arthrhy avait presque cru apercevoir un sourire au coin de ses lèvres. 

Sans préambule, avec un groupe de femmes, la Reine se mit à se remuer en riant joyeusement. Elles dansaient en ronde autour d’elle, chantant avec des mots inconnus, et des mouvements étrangers aux coutumes d’ici. 

Ghenifar portait une robe pourpre, ample, sertie de broderie au fil d’argent. Arthrhy était fasciné par les volants du vêtement de son épouse, qui virevoltaient dans l’air, léger et souple, ses cheveux sombres tourbillonnant autour de son visage, dévoilant quelques perles blanches parsemées parmi les mèches brunes. Elle avait toujours aimé danser lors des banquets. Elle semblait glisser de main en main, ses yeux mi-clos, et un sourire radieux sur ses lèvres roses. 

Mais le Roi fut vite sorti de ses rêveries en entendant des cris, semblable aux hurlements des loups. Les soldates Pictes frappaient une pulsation vive sur leurs plastrons de cuir, et la ronde autour de la Reine devient plus rapide. Elles se mirent à fredonner d’une voix bizarrement aiguë, et riaient à gorge déployée. 

Au milieu de ce vacarme  ; sa femme dont les joues étaient plus rouges que le vin dans les coupes. Les autres conviés semblaient s’amuser de ce jeu ; ils battaient le rythme avec les couverts sur les tables, ils rejoignaient les guerrières dans leur hilarité, et chantaient des mots qui ne ressemblaient à rien aux oreilles d’Arthrhy. 

« Qu’est-ce qu’il se passe encore », s’interrogea le Roi. 

« Oh vous allez comprendre bien vite… » Lui répondit son beau-père, ne contenant pas la malice dans sa voix. 

Ghenifar s’avança vers lui, toujours accompagné par les acclamations des invités. 

Ses joues étaient en feu et elle se mordait la lèvre inférieure dans un geste nerveux. Elle inclina la tête devant son Roi, respectueusement, son silence timide, et ses yeux pétillants d’une émotion qu’Arthrhy n’arrivait pas à lire complètement. 

Arthrhy se leva de son trône, presque peiné de voir son épouse dans cet état sans y comprendre la raison, et ce geste provoqua un mouvement dans la foule, des applaudissements et des rires. 

« Mo thighearna… » Elle lui dit, sa voix aussi petite que possible, un murmure à peine audible. Elle n’osait pas rencontrer le regard de son mari, elle fixait le sol comme si les secrets de l’univers y étaient inscrits. Il reconnut le noble titre qu’elle lui adressait. Ghenifar lui parlait toujours de cette façon profondément respectueuse, une politesse extrême, mettant la distance raisonnable entre eux. Elle ne l’avait jamais entendu l’appeler par son prénom. 

« An gabhadh tu dannsa còmhla rium » elle demanda, et la foule cria de joie, les couverts tambourinèrent plus fort sur les tables. Des clameurs de victoire accompagnaient les chants amusés des convives. 

« C’est quoi vos conneries  ? Attention, j’suis pas du tout d’humeur à… » Arthrhy foudroya Léodagan d’un regard, l’obligeant à faire office d’interprète. Il n’avait aucune envie de jouer les devinettes ou de comprendre ce dialecte rugueux du Nord. 

« C’est une tradition picte, j’ai eu le droit au même bordel à mon mariage… » articula le roi de Carmélide entre deux éclats de rire. 

Ghenifar prit le bras d’Arthrhy, attirant enfin son attention vers elle. 

Son cœur battait à la chamade dans sa poitrine, comme un oiseau essayant de sortir de sa cage. Elle passa sa langue sur ses lèvres sèches, cherchant les mots en brittonique qu’elle avait appris pour lui faire comprendre sa demande. Arthrhy ne put s’empêcher de baisser les yeux, suivant le mouvement de cette langue, presque imperceptible, complètement innocent, mais il eut l’impression qu’un feu brûlait sur ses joues. 

« Vous, dansez avec épouse »

Le Roi resta muet, interdit. 

Encore une tradition barbare et absurde. Il détestait danser. 

Il chercha déjà un moyen de refuser poliment son invitation ; lui explique sans faire offense. Mais il se rendit compte bien rapidement du silence assourdissant dans la pièce qu’il ne pouvait d’accepter. 

Elle espérait, le souffle court, ses yeux brillants, et il se demanda si elle l’avait toujours regardé comme ça, avec autant de dévotion et de désarroi. Tous attendaient la danse du Roi et de la Reine, le couple seigneurial qu’ils formaient, l’illusion d’un amour pur, chaste, exemplaire. 

Masquant mal son malaise, Arthrhy posa sa main sur la sienne. 

« Bon bah, allons-y alors… » 

Il l’entraîna au centre de la pièce sous les yeux de tous. Il n’avait aucune idée de la sorte de danse qu’elle attendait, il ne connaissait pas les coutumes de ses origines. Il répéta les gestes qu’on lui avait appris, une autre femme dans un pays en ruine, un souvenir lointain maintenant qui semblait appartenir à une vie passé. Il se rappelait dans la cour de la villa, le soleil sur sa peau, le chant des hirondelles, l’odeur du miel, la paume d’Aconia posée son épaule, ses yeux d’ébène pénétrant, hypnotisant. Il pouvait presque entendre la chanson qu’elle fredonnait du bout des lèvres pour donner le rythme.

Mais ce soir, ce n’était pas Aconia dans ses bras, mais Ghenifar ;  sa main gelée dans la sienne, et l’autre, maladroite, contre sa clavicule, et peut-être pouvait-elle sentir le sang pulser dans ses veines. 

La musique changea, une mélodie joyeuse, pleine d’espoir et de promesses. Ils effectuèrent ensemble les premiers pas, le corps de sa femme suivant attentivement ses mouvements. Jamais ils n’avaient été aussi proches. 

Il pouvait détailler les mystères de son visage  ; la courbe de son nez, ses cils voilant ses iris noisette, la forme de sa bouche, cette teinte rosée sur ses joues. Elle gardait son regard figé sur son médaillon, elle n’avait pas l’audace de lever les yeux vers lui.

« Vous ne vous débrouillez pas trop mal. » Il murmura, se pencha vers son oreille pour lui confier ce secret. C’était un geste fou, démesuré, mais il n’avait pas pu s’en empêcher. 

Elle sursauta contre lui, surprise de ce rapprochement étrange, tendre. Elle redressa la tête, ses pupilles tremblaient de ce sentiment immense et innommable qui grondait en elle.

« Vous être pas trop mal non plus. » Elle lui répondit avec un demi-sourire, discret, effronté. Son accent faisait vibrer les mots dans sa bouche, comme un sortilège. 

Et elle s’éloigna de lui, quittant ses mains et ses bras. 

Les clameurs redoublèrent de force et les mélodies s’élevèrent avec entrain. Dans un éclat, la musique changea de nouveau, une cadence endiablée, les tambours résonnaient dans sa cage thoracique, la harpe s’arrangeant étrangement bien avec la guitare et le souffle des bombardes. 

Il resta les bras ballants, incapable de bouger, les yeux rivés sur sa femme. 

Elle virevoltait, les pans de sa robe dévoilant légèrement le haut de ses chevilles, sa peau laiteuse, elle ressemblait à un mirage, à une apparition divine, ses hanches qui ondulaient sous le rythme des applaudissements et des chants. Elle tournait, et sa voix s’envola, limpide et mélodieuse, dans cette langue indéchiffrable qui appartenait à une tribu lointaine et secrète. Rayonnante de son sourire espiègle, petite princesse indomptable et sauvage, trop jeune pour le devoir qu’on lui imposait, le rôle qu’elle devait supporter. 

Elle revient vers lui, plus proche que jamais, leurs corps entrants en contact, comme un coup de tonnerre qui déchirait le ciel. Elle riait, son regard ne quittant jamais le sien  pétillant de cette passion destructrice qui pourrait tout ravager, déclencher des guerres et mettre le monde des hommes à feu et à sang, cette émotion si pure, si intense. Sa femme, la sienne, devant les dieux anciens et le nouveau, comblée et amoureuse.

Il eut soudain une pensée épouvantable qui le transit d’angoisse, car à cet instant il voulait franchir cette frontière, briser son serment, et adorer cette femme, la rendre heureuse.

C’était une idée déraisonnable, délirante, impossible. Il était terrifié, des fourmillements dans ses doigts, ses genoux ne demandaient qu’à se prosterner devant elle. 

Sa compagne se déposa lentement au sol, la tête gracieusement inclinée. Arthrhy se dirigea vers elle, conduit par une volonté autre. Son cerveau complètement vide, ensorcelé par cette danse et le chant de Ghenifar. Il ignorait lui-même ce qu’il allait faire une fois proche d’elle. 

Il tendit le bras pour qu’elle puisse se relever. La foule applaudit, sifflant de bon cœur. 

Ghenifar leva les yeux vers lui, et il était comme foudroyé par la tendresse, la dévotion qu’il recevait. Il en était parfaitement indigne. 

Il déposa un baiser sur sa main, et la terre s’arrêta de tourner. 

Les étoiles brûlaient dans le ciel, mais aucun feu n’était comparable à celui qui étincelait dans les yeux de Ghenifar. 

Ils restèrent peut-être un millième de seconde de trop à se regarder l’un l’autre, un moment d’oubli où Arthrhy n’était plus prisonnier de Rome et de ces fantômes. Juste une seconde suspendue, perdue. L’idée terrible de lui voler un baiser naquit dans son esprit. Il sentit ses oreilles brûlées, et une bouffée de chaleur le força à se racler la gorge avant de prononcer le plus respectueusement possible.

« Merci ma Dame. »

Ghenifar comprit, aucune des langues qu’elle connaissait ne pouvait l’aider à trouver une réponse. Elle espérait que ses yeux pouvaient parler à sa place. 

Arthrhy n’arrivait pas à lâcher sa main, alors il l’emmena avec lui vers son trône, sans rien dire. Il marmonna pour lui-même « C’est mieux comme ça… Les gens sont contents et puis voilà… » C’était des excuses, des mots sans importances. Arthrhy préféra ignorer le regard étonné de son beau-père, il voulait sentir la chaleur de la paume de sa reine contre la sienne. C’était grisant, merveilleux, terrifiant. 

Ils passèrent le reste de la soirée l’un à côté de l’autre, et les invités auraient pu croire que le Roi était véritablement amoureux de son épouse. Ils ne se parlèrent pas plus que ça, juste main dans la main. Arthrhy était agglutiné à son trône, enseveli sous des conversations diplomatiques stériles et il buvait le vin des Romains pour apaiser le dessin des hanches de sa femme qui ondulaient sous la musique. Ghenifar l’admirait du coin de l’œil, un sourire ravi qui ne quittait pas son visage. Ses amies d’enfance venaient la voir, riant avec elle, et complimentant sa danse et son chant. Elles parlèrent dans leur langue mystérieuse du nouveau Roi. 

Parfois, par inadvertance, leurs regards se croisaient, et la foule devenait nébuleuse, une masse informe, irréelle. Le brouhaha incessant se dissipait, ne laissant place qu’aux battements de leur cœur. Elle lui souriait toujours, comme s’il n’existait que lui parmi les ombres sans noms, avec cette même tendresse débordante, cet amour plein d’espoir. 

Il avait une furieuse envie de l’amener danser encore ; qu’elle puisse tourbillonner et que son rire fasse fuir les démons et la colère. Mais il n’en fit rien. Il était un lâche, un idiot. La douleur et le désir tenaillaient ses entrailles ; il n’arrivait pas à maîtriser l’ardeur de son regard quand il la contemplait, et pourtant tout son corps était victime d’un poids terrible, immobilisé sur son trône. 

À un moment, il oublia ses promesses, ses devoirs, et ses idées contraires. Il se pencha vers elle, et il murmura pour qu’elle seule puisse à le comprendre. 

« Je suis content d’avoir dansé avec vous. » Le sourire de sa femme était si radieux qu’il aurait pu en tomber amoureux. « Vous… Vous êtes une excellente danseuse. » Il rougit violemment comme un gamin en entendant l’ardeur de ses propos. 

Ghenifar eut un joli rire, pétillant, sans moquerie ni malice, juste une joie pure et sincère. 

« Merci. »

Arthrhy, bêtement heureux de ce moment de bonheur que le destin lui accordait. 

Si gouverner l’impétueuse et divergente Bretagne était son fardeau, celui d’être un époux n’était pas aussi horrible qu’il l’avait imaginé… Peut-être qu’il pourrait s’y habitué ?

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