send me this emoji and a character ask game: 👑 + matthias helvar + fluff, please? :) <3
hello anon! i'm assuming you meant this emoji: 🚀 but if i'm wrong and you're pulling from a different ask game, just let me know, lololol.
(i also respect how no matter the ask game, matthias helvar shows up in my inbox. i just think it's neat that we all love him so much <3 )
🚀 send me this emoji and a character, and i will tell you what fanfic trope/AU they best fit into
MATTHIAS HELVAR in a MODERN, FAKE DATING! AU.
you and matthias are friends who met in college, through your mutual friend inej ghafa. he's always been the serious, polite, yet-easily-flustered type, and the two of you get along incredibly well. your conversations over the themes in literature and film are legendary (though your other friend, nina, complains that the two of you ruin every movie night as you try to debate the merits of directorial choices right in the middle of the film - either watch the film by yourselves or at least aggressively text your thoughts to the other, goddamn), your mutual obsession with Big Dogs is endearing, and your friendship is incredibly dear to the both of you. you'd never do anything to jeopardize what the two of you have...
and yet, when it's time for your sibling or cousins wedding, and you just know your family is going to get on your case about your lack of a romantic partner (how old are you, again? and didn't you just graduate last year?), there's really only one person you can think of inviting to go with you, under the pretense that you're dating. bad decision? you sure do hope not, you already told your parents the lie and everything.
and this is matthias we're talking about! he's not going to make any of this weird, right? i mean, he's going to be Very Against The Idea when you first propose it (because he's a man or morals or whatever *dramatic eye roll*), but he's malleable! He'd do anything for you - jesper laments about it all the time ("helvar doesn't do jack shit for me until (y/n) asks him to :(") - and it's not like you're going to fall in love with your best friend over a two week trip to hawai'i (and who even gets married in hawai'i anymore? how cliche can this almost-married couple be?), right? you can push that nagging feeling that you'd really like to date matthias for real to the back of your mind for just a little longer, right? i mean, choosing matthias was simply a strategic move. you're already incredibly close (he even knows about your poor ability to hold alcohol - and he doesn't mind the fact that you're a clingy drunk!!!); he has the cleanest track record of all of your friends (the last thing you want is to bring kaz brekker home to your parents, could you imagine the nuclear fallout); he's not doing anything important anyway (so then why does wylan keep looking at you like you've ruined his weekend plans?); and he's already featured on your instagram enough to make his boyfriend status a legitimate, though hidden, fact (it's not your fault that your dogs just love matthias more than you and that matthias looks insanely cute when playing with the puppies). yes, you're making a strategic choice. there's nothing else happening here... no, you aren't wishing there was something more happening here...
just two weeks... you can make it through two weeks...
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9 with demelurina
hello you probably forgot you even sent me a prompt because it's been almost a year but i finally wrote kind of a ficlet and i hope you like it
Prompt: "should i cook today?" "i--don't trust you with my kitchen, babe."
Warm breath on the back of her neck dragged Demeter awake, floating from darkness to the grey morning light. Lips brushed over the lobe of her ear. Demeter smiled lazily. She curled back into the warm body tucked up behind her. Wiry arms pulled her in closer and teeth grazed down to the lobe of her ear, tweaking gently.
Demeter blew out an amused breath. “Lemme turn.”
Bombalurina’s arms loosened just enough for Demeter to roll over. They tightened again as soon as hazel eyes met hers.
“Hello,” Demeter said.
“Mornin’,” Bombalurina answered. Her voice was still sleep-rough.
“Didn’t think we’d get to sleep in today?”
“I’ll be back late-ish,” Bombalurina said softly. “Depends on how long load-out goes.”
“Oh, right. Forgot about that.” Demeter yawned. She touched her nose to Bombalurina’s playfully, letting her eyes slide half shut. “Better make the morning count, then.”
Bombalurina’s lips curled slowly. “Oh?”
“Mm,” Demeter hummed.
She leaned in. Bombalurina’s lips met hers, slotting together for a long, slow kiss – lips pressing softly together in the quiet still of the morning. When they finally pulled apart Demeter licked her bottom lip. Bombalurina’s eyes were shaded to near brown.
Demeter smiled in satisfaction and closed her eyes. “Should I cook tonight?”
“I– don’t trust you with my kitchen, babe.”
“What?” Demeter’s eyes snapped open.
Bombalurina was already cringing. “Didn’t mean for that to come out so quickly.”
Demeter sat up, knocking Bombalurina’s arms away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well I know you’re not going to break anything,” Bombalurina said hurriedly.
“So?”
“It’s... more about... using the non-stick pans? On the stove?”
Demeter stared at Bombalurina until she winced.
“It’s only that last time there was a fire.”
“I thought we agreed that wasn’t my fault.”
“You were... ah... passionate in your own defense,” Bombalurina said, with the air of someone hedging their bets.
Demeter glared at her. “So much for the morning.”
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Demeter skipped the end credits and started her third episode of Murder, She Wrote. Bombalurina was doing something in the kitchen that involved coffee– with cinnamon. Her favorite. When the various sounds of kitchen clattering stopped, Demeter crossed her arms and burrowed down into the sofa, determined not to accept any forthcoming apology. She focused on the screen, stubbornly watching Jessica Fletcher working on an archaeological dig until legs for days and a button-down shirt stepped in front of it.
Demeter grunted. Bomba knew what the button-down shirt did to her. “You’re blocking the TV.”
A coffee mug floated into her vision and back out as it was placed on the side table. Demeter looked down at it, then, finally, looked up. Bombalurina stood there, hands folded in front of her, looking pathetically sad.
“Alexa! What does–.” Demeter started. She paused, frowning. (Bombalurina tried very, very hard not to let her lips twitch into a smile but failed and frantically had to compose her face back into something sad). Demeter frowned harder. “What?”
Bombalurina managed to look even sadder. “What, ‘what’?”
“What is this?” Demeter asked, waving her hand in Bombalurina’s general direction.
“This is contrition.”
“Alexa!” Demeter barked. “What does ‘contrition’ mean?”
“Contrition is defined as sincere penance or remorse.”
Bombalurina choked on a giggle. Demeter huffed.
“Get out with your contritionalness!”
“It’s ‘contrite’, babe,” Bombalurina said.
Demeter threw a pillow at her. “Get out! Go dress!”
Bombalurina ducked away, finally letting out the laugh she hadn’t been terribly successful in containing anyway. “See you tonight!”
Demeter picked up her mobile and pulled up her messages with Munkustrap, typing furiously: How much should ‘contrition’ cost her?
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Meanwhile with Digimon Adventures' KouTai{/shiro} (Koushiro x Taichi)
Someone involved with the Chosen Children, to Taichi Yagami: Uh, so, is Izumi REALLY your "friend"?
TAICHI:
Taichi, slowly: ...Why do you ask?
That Person: Well, I mean, you guys don't even hang out super often. It's like Izumi's always off hiding somewhere. Like aside from the work he does, like that Izumi doesn't even want to be around peopl---
Taichi, cutting That Person off: "Koushiro" has Koushiro's OWN stuff to do. I don't need to "hang out" with Koushiro "24/7" to know that Koushiro cares about the team---
Taichi's mind: (And 'me')
Taichi: --Koushiro likes email communication and long distance type stuff anyway, Koushiro LIKES writing out the "thoughts" even if Koushiro rambles a lot, so I sometimes have to tell Koushiro to 'scale back' a bit so I can keep up with what Koushiro says, but--
That Person: No, I mean, don't you think Izumi needs to work on communicating with you better?
Taichi:
Taichi:
Taichi: ...It's true that Koushiro is a very private person, and our communication could always use "improvement", but I think the one that needs to ""work on communication better"" is you.
That Person, Probably:
Taichi: (I'm outta here.)
Koushiro, later on, genuinely surprised: ...You said that?
Taichi: It was either sit there and listen to them put you down for the rest of the conversation, possibly multiple times, or do something about it. I chose the--
Koushiro: --Latter.
Taichi: ...Yeah, so--
Koushiro: (I'm glad Taichi-san said that) but...
Koushiro, definitely not shyly: Well, um... "Thanks."
TAICHI: (...Koushiro's thanking me Koushiro's thanking me Koushiro's thanking ME KoushirO'S /THANKING ME/----)
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