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the-drunken-huntsman · 6 minutes ago
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Fuck it modern au Anais's family is still alive, her dad was the one to get her into fighting and even though it makes her mom worry too much they still come out to as many of her fights as they can. She actually gets to watch her little siblings grow up, her little sister works at a horse ranch and her little brother is a busking musician.
@drunkmiraak
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laurentspup · 12 minutes ago
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Friends... Is that what we are? (Lamen AU) Part 3
Part 1 | Part 2
Part 3: Platonic Date
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Okay I can say now that the next part will be sweet. You know, in their idiotic way. Hope you all enjoy this one!!! I love you all… bros. And college is almost done so hopefully more consistent updates !! Also message me your thoughts!! But also read the tags and your reactions are very funny thank you ♥️♥️
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stardust948 · 25 minutes ago
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ursa & Zuko (Avatar), Azula & Ursa (Avatar), Azula & Zuko (Avatar), Ozai/Ursa (Avatar) Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Ursa (Avatar), Azula (Avatar) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Ursa (Avatar) is a Good Parent, Not abandoning her kids this time, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Mentioned Ozai (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar) Being a Terrible Parent, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta we did like men, Autistic Zuko (Avatar), Sensory Overload, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, one shot turned series, Azula & Zuko (Avatar) Have a Good Relationship Summary:
Under the cover of a storm, Ursa takes her children and escapes in the dead of night.
Chapter 3 is up!
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ruinsofxerxes · an hour ago
hiii!! do you have any edwin modern au fics to recommend please? thanks<3
OF COURSE!! :D Most of these are just nice one-shots but yeah, I love modern edwin!!! Why is it so good?!?!?!
Coffee Shop Reunion | smell the flowers for me, then ink what you see | Hugs Heal the Wounds Tears Leave Behind | Anticlimactic | The Best Meetings Aren't Planned | Golden Eyes and Bottomless Pits | Serendipity | Winter Heat | And It's Not a Big Deal is pretty well known so you might already know it!
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leemika · an hour ago
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- 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬,
chapter 8: darling
summary: a peasant girl moves into the castle, mistaken for someone else. she ends up attracting the attention of the nation’s five princes.
pairing(s): jake, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon, niki x fem!reader
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chapter is under the cut !
As y/n and Jungwon finally arrived home, he was quickly swept up by the kingdom staff.
A man’s work is never done, I suppose.
She decided to go down to the garden to try and clear her mind.
She was a bit uneasy about what Jay told her, not in the way of a schoolgirl crush, more as, what would happen had she decided to stay?
The way she saw it, there was no option better than the other.
If she was to leave, she would spend her life on the run with a new life. She would start a war and put the entire Kingdom in danger.
If she was to stay, she would live a potentially miserable life as someone she wasn’t. She had been deceiving the whole royal family this entire time, and she was going to continue doing so for her selfish/personal benefit?
None of the options seemed like the right choice. What was she even meant to do? Her disturbed mind was eased by staring at the shades of the multi-colored sky, as she let out a long sigh.
“Rough day?” She jumped slightly in surprise, as she turned around.
“Hey, Jake. Not really. Just a little homesick, I suppose?” She reasoned, but her eyes remained filled with worry.
“I’m sorry that you’re missing home. Think on the bright side though, once you’re queen you’ll be able to freely visit your own kingdom whenever you please.”
If only it were that easy.
There’s no way she’d ever be able to return to her own village, even as queen. She’d be found out right away, and killed on spot.
“You’re right, thanks Jake. But I guess I’m also a little conflicted. Can I ask you something?” She hesitantly asked, unsure of what to do.
“Let’s say you have two options, and neither of them are really good, but you feel like either way you’d end up hurting someone. How would you decide what to pick?”
Jake raised an eyebrow at her, but eventually let out a sigh. “As cheesy as it sounds, go with whatever your gut tells you too. For decisions like this, you have to let your heart decide for you, not your mind.”
She slowly nodded, as he shot her a warm smile.
“Thank you, Jake. It means a lot.”
“Of course, Darling.” He beamed before patting her on the back and leaving the garden.
As soon as his back was turned, Y/n released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
“darling...i like that.”
get ready y’all bc i don’t think ur ready
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ladysunamireads · an hour ago
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American High-school AU
american high-school AU by rikoisdead
bnha but they're in america
(last names are still used. i feel gross using their first names for some reason lol)
Words: 5430, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Nedzu, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Everyone
Additional Tags: Bullying, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, heat exhaustion, dress codes, american highschool, Angst, Hurt, hurt/soon to be comfort, Todoroki Shouto is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Bullied Midoriya Izuku, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Friendship, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like men
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31221497
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mysalyss · 2 hours ago
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Chapter 17 is up, marking me breaking the 100k word milestone with a fic that was born out of random musings and massive encouragement from my best friend Sawyer
3 chapters to go ~
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xamaxenta · 2 hours ago
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Disassociating by daydreaming about Yusei riding his motorcycle and wielding his stardust lance
Even better Judai sitting behind him using the built in rockets on his giant mecha sword to boost the speed of the motorcycle
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croinagreine · 2 hours ago
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Early Morning Rescue...
Nurtured from [ x ]
rattle rattle rattle
3 A.M.
rattle rattle rattle
A head tilts up off the pillow. Sleepy eyes that peers through the dark. Blurry vision at the neon numbers staring back.
3: 04 A.M.
rattle rattle rattle
A hand that fumbles out from under her chin. Swims beneath the blankets and sheets as she inch by inch maneuvers herself out of the human made cocoon. Fingers wrapping around the phone, as she leans her upper body towards the side of the bed. The phone brought to her ear as she slides the answer button over.
       “’lo?”
Brows knit as she listens to the greeting. A lagging brain struggling and hitching, even as it recognizes the voice. Green focusing in on the offensively bright clock.
3:05 A.M.
     ....I guess I’m a’ Suffolk County General.
Eyes go wide. Adrenaline rushing through her veins, as movement speed increases a little. Legs that shift to the edge of the bed as the rest of her sits up. Arm previous encompassing her slipping away to the mattress. Sleep rubbed away half heartedly.
            “Are ye o–”
More words. Words that take their time in explaining what’s going on. Why Beth’s calling her at three in the morning. And the list of injuries keeps going. Bruised ribs. A broken ankle. A concussion. And by the time Beth’s begging her not to be mad--
Feet have hit rug. Have crossed wood flooring. Yoga pants have been hopped into, shirt and sweater pulled on without much consideration if they match. Socks on. shoes grabbed. A hand through her hair as she sneaks back out of the closet and out the door. Though a second later she’s coming back for her purse. A note left over the top of her husband’s phone: Beth. Accident. Went to pick up from hospital. Home soon. And she’s down the stairs.
Cramming feet into shoes in the kitchen. Keys grabbed from the dish on the island. The cold coffee from the fridge and poured over ice into her trusted travel mug. And the garage door is going up.
            “What? No. Oi’m on me way, luv. Ye jus’ stay p---”
A clearing throat nearly ha her jumping out of her skin. Turning away from the back door to see her husband’s man leaned to in the door way. The only thing saving him from being dressed in what he was born in a pair of loungers. And it takes a second for her heart to sink back down into her chest.
          “Chris’ ye gave me a start, Michaeline.”
                Dinna mean t' startle ye. Is some thing wrong?
          “Hm? Oh uh..M’afraid Beth’s gotten into a bi’ o’a mess. Needs a ride home from hospital.”
             Care for me to fix up the car? Himself 'd make a rug o' me hide if I dinna offer.
          “Oh no-no. Oi’ can manage. T’ank ye t’ough.”
And she’s out the door before he can continue to remind that Himself would lay an egg for Michaeline letting her go out this time of day alone.
           “Beth? No. Jus’ Michaeline wonderin’ where oi’ were off ta. As I was sayin’ ye stay pu’ an’ oi’ll be roi’ght t’ere, alroi’ght?”
A quick good bye as she gets the car going. Hands on the wheel and ready to back out when...A breath. That’s let out with heavy frustration and a portion of defeat. Eyes to the ceiling before the car’s turned back off. Bag and keys dragged out and a kind of walk of shame back inside. Where her husband’s man is now  entirely dressed and standing by the kitchen island.
          “Oi’ve had t’rather sudden realization oi’ dunna know how ta ge’ ta Suffolk County General so...f’ye dunna moi’nd oi’ll be takin’ ye up on t’at drive?”
A smirk that she knows she definitely deserves, as a set of keys to a car he’s much more used to driving are dangled in front of her face.
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oxymoronicsoul · 2 hours ago
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Age of Transition.
A Darklina Office Romance, set in Modern Ravka
Art by the lovely and talented @wqemzz-blog
Written for Grishaverse Mini Bang @grishaversebigbang
Summary-
She knew this transition was not about becoming someone better, it was about finally allowing herself to become who she'd always been.
Ao3 Link
Here's some naughty(?) Genya & David excerpt from the fic to whet your appetites!
The man tries again, “The hardware is not functioning properly.”
“The last I checked, it was working spectacularly.” The emphasis on the last word is somehow sultry.
“Lieutenant, what I mean is, the up-time is not enough.”
“Oh, I assure you, sergeant, your uptime is more than enough for me.”
Guess who's the lieutenant and who's the sergeant? ;)
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i think jack and Will do not play sports but I think Elizabeth is a wrestler
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incendiary-idiot · 3 hours ago
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title . comfortable in kaeya’s hoodie characters . kaeya type . fluff, modern au
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you lounged casually on your couch, moving into a more comfortable position to lay down in, then pulling out your phone and scrolling on random social media platforms. your apartment was rather empty without the presence of the person you shared it with: kaeya alberich.
you didn’t have anything to do on that day so you just stayed home while kaeya went to work at whatever-his-work-was. what you did know was that he wasn’t going to come home for a bit, so you were free for the whole day, for all you knew.
mm, you kinda missed him. you were in the kind of mood where you wanted to just sit and read while he sat next to you, scrolling on his phone as you were doing right now. the kind of mood where you wanted to talk about random topics and listen to his voice while laying on his lap.
you were in a clingy kind of mood, to put it simply. you wanted to spend some time with him today, but couldn’t.
before the two of you had moved in with each other, you’d end up spending hours on call with him almost every day, whether it be a video call to speak to each other while gaming, or a normal voice call so you both could just sit comfortably where you were while you listened to each other talk as you did your work.
you decided to snoop through his belongings and wear one of his things. you liked how his big clothes looked on you.
oh my god, you had found one of his spare black face masks. he wore face masks which were specifically the colour black because it made him ‘look cool’, in his words. you didn’t understand how the part of his face covered by the mask didn’t sweat up a lot on hot days, because yours did even when it was cold, but you just stopped questioning it. whatever floats his boat, right? either way, you found his sense of style rather attractive, but his voice and personality were more attention-grabbing.
you decided against grabbing the mask. you were indoors, in your own home, anyway.
you continued looking through his room and eventually you found his shirts. where the hell did he store the hoodies?!
wait, you found more interesting. his button-up shirts were in a neat pile in a drawer, and beside them were his sweaters. you loved when he wore those, it made him look really nice. sometimes his outfit was accompanied by a necklace. and, if we were trying to impress, he added some fingerless gloves, rings, and a chain clipped on his pants.
you opened a closet, finding some jackets hung inside. these were also part of kaeya’s ‘signature style’. the jackets were the kind of ones that had fur lining the hood. you never really liked wearing those too much, because whenever you did, you ended up zapping yourself from static electricity multiple times. so you avoided wearing one if you could.
beside the fur-lined jackets, finally, were the hoodies. kaeya didn’t wear them much, because he was the type of person who would use more of a different kind of clothing style. he used hoodies when he really wasn’t bothered to put much effort into his outfit, like when he went out only to buy simple groceries or when it was cold inside the house. other times it would be when he had nobody to impress and simply be himself, like when he was snuggling in bed with you or spending the day at home. both of you knew that he didn’t have to use fancy clothing for you to appreciate him, and vice versa. each of you were fine as yourselves.
“jackpot,” you said to yourself, taking the nearest hoodie and shutting the door of the closet softy. the hoodie definitely was too big on you, but you told yourself that you’d make it work somehow. you put it on and even though it was cold from being stored inside the closet, as it wrapped around your smaller form, you ended up feeling all nice and cozy with the hoodie hugging your body snugly.
you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw your reflection staring back at you. kaeya’s hoodie reached down to the middle of your thighs and the sleeves went way past your hands. raising your arms a little bit, you chuckled softly seeing your sweater paws.
you loved wearing kaeya’s big hoodies.
your phone, which your dominant hand had still not let go of, started ringing, scaring you half to death. after cussing quietly at the phone alarm for calling you at your peaceful time, you dismissed it.
dumb alarm telling you to make yourself some lunch.
rolling your eyes but ultimately deciding to actually cook something for yourself since you found that your stomach was rumbling, you went to the kitchen and decided to make a simple fried egg and some mint jelly for dessert later on. while the egg was cooking, you heard the barely noticeable yet very familiar jingle of keys near the apartment door. that key-jingling belonged to a certain someone’s specific set of keys.
“I’M BACK— oh hey. that for me?” kaeya said, gesturing to the egg you were still cooking. you shook your head in response, signalling that no, the egg was yours and yours to eat. kaeya clearly didn’t seem to accept your answer.
“too bad, it’s mine.”
“i hate you, kaeya.”
“you know you love me.”
“unfortunately.”
“hey, that hoodie looks a bit big on you. i wonder why.”
“shut up.”
“you could’ve just asked me to give you a hoodie beforehand, y’know.”
you ended up cooking another fried egg for yourself since kaeya took your first one.
the two of you wound up watching something on your tv while cuddling on the couch. you held kaeya’s colder hands in your significantly warmer ones, and you chuckled at how he muttered about how his hands were so cold he was ‘losing the feeling’ in them even though it was a hot day.
“are you gonna give back that hoodie?”
“no. i’m comfortable.”
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