May 20, 2024
can't believe that not only have I started writing fanfiction about Haarlep but to top it all off it's not even smut but elaborate musings on incubus ethics with a sprinkle of trauma for everyone involved
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can't believe that not only have I started writing fanfiction about Haarlep but to top it all off it's not even smut but elaborate musings on incubus ethics with a sprinkle of trauma for everyone involved
Quick prompt
The prompt:
Jonah woke up and noticed the other side of his bed was empty he got out of bed and went to take a shower.
After his shower he got dressed and went to the kitchen and saw his live In boyfriend Cyrus Goodman making eggs
“Hey babe” Jonah said
“Hey Sweetie, How did you sleep?”
“I slept like a baby, how about you?”
“I Slept fine, woke up a bit early so I decided to make us some breakfast”
“Looks delicious, Thank you"
“Hopefully it will taste as good as it looks"
Jonah Hugged Cyrus from behind and said “if you made them I am sure I will love them, Almost as much as I love you” he then kissed
“I Love you too, now go get some plates so we can eat"
As they ate Jonah and Cyrus talked about their plans for the day, Jonah was going to work and Cyrus was going to stay at home and work on his screen play
“I was right the eggs were great” Jonah said after they ate
“Oh come on Jonah we both know for a fact you are only saying that because you love me”
“c’mon Cy you are a fantastic cook, you need to believe in yourself more you are so great even though you don't believe it"
Later Jonah was preparing to go to work
“Aren't you forgetting something” Cyrus asked
“I don’t think so, I have my wallet, my keys and that’s all I really need”
“seems to me you are forgetting something”
“I am? Oh I know what it is”
Jonah leaned in and gave Cyrus a peck on the lips and then pulled away"
Cyrus blushed and began to stammer
“Th-Thanks, But I uh meant th-this" Cyrus said
As he pointed to his open hand
Jonah looked and saw his cell phone in Cyrus' Hand
“Oh I forgot about my phone, Thank you so much Babe” Jonah kissed Cyrus on the cheek
“Bye Cy" Jonah said as he opened the door
“Bye Jonah" Cyrus said as he watched Jonah leave for work, he smiled feeling that he is extremely lucky to have Jonah in his life
Title: just a boy from cuba Series: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Allura/Lance Word count: 450 Summary: When Lance takes Allura to visit the cave that led him to her, she seizes the opportunity to tell him something important. Notes: AO3 link
Lance knocked at the air with far more enthusiasm than the demonstration required. There was a passion in so much of what he did. Allura hadn’t met many people in the entire universe with such vivacity.
“And then her barrier went down, just like that!” he said. His voice echoed within the cavern walls.
“Well, you’re so charming,” Allura said, laughing. “How could she decline such a request?”
Lance looked away, kicking at the dirt.
“Ah, back then, I wasn’t really…”
By this point, Allura could predict his spirals. He’d already apologized for his behavior back then, but a reminder of that would do little to reassure him now. She reached for his shoulder, squeezing it gently.
“The Blue Lion saw your potential,” she said. “She knew who you would become. And that person is…very charming.”
It was Allura’s turn to look away. She should have felt perfectly confident, knowing what she knew, but some force kept her from seeking eye contact. Her peripheral did provide a glimpse of Lance when she dared to look. That nervous smile looked like it was about to wobble right off his face.
“Like uh…like Prince Charming?” he asked, in a tone that wasn’t quite hopeful, but rather like he was bracing himself for a fall. Not like before, when he didn’t care how she reacted, when it was all a game.
Allura could only assume that “Prince Charming” was a reference to something specific from Earth culture. However, she had her own way of relating to such a concept. She’d met Prince Charming. Handsome, suave, flattering, convenient, taking charge… It was everything she should have wanted. But now, even if he’d truly been as she imagined, it wouldn’t feel right.
When she finally looked over at Lance, he was looking back. Still bracing himself, a hint of that familiar self-deprecating smile on his lips.
“No,” Allura said. She rushed to her next words, realizing that his expression would crumble in that instant regardless, and hating the sight of it. “Not Prince Charming. Just…Lance.”
Lance, who bathed the mice and played with her hair and went on so many Monsters & Mana adventures with her and managed to convince Coran to let them go shopping for sparkly things and unwisely attempted to jump across the Blue Lion’s paw. Lance, who was the best at cheering her up, no matter what.
“Oh,” he said, cheeks flushed. “Well.”
Allura slid her hand down his shoulder until she could draw his into a hold, offering him a smile. He startled, but tentatively returned the gesture.
If she was going to find any kind of happy ending amidst all of this, it could only be with him.
Alone Time
Alone Time
Rating: Mature
Summary: An extension of the kiss scene in 5X08
Excerpt
He pulled back with a long suffering sigh that didn’t match the affection and lust in his eyes and shook his head at her. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Well,” she said, reaching out to tug him back against her, “I was hoping we could celebrate our recent engagement,” she didn’t miss how his smile widened as she used that word, “but if you’d rather not…”
He reached out and caught her hand in his, tugged it up until he could press his lips to the back of her hand. “I could be convinced.”
Read on Ao3
@tauremornalome tagged me in smth so I have risen from the dead.
The rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.
To make this easier I'll go for last 20 published fics rather than overall written stories, otherwise I'd instantly loose track.
Counting backwards:
20. Lesser Passions
The huge fur coat should have looked ridiculous, really, but on Elias, wrapped tightly around his bony shoulder, it regained an almost redeeming, old-fashioned charm.
19. Unfavourable
His leg was almost completely healed when they brought him into Wilde's make-shift office and the muzzle had been removed, for now.
18. Linguistics
Carter wasn't sure how it had started.
17. Kiss and Tell
“He doesn’t kiss me when he’s sober."
16. Not very sensible either
Peter paused in the doorway to his old childhood room.
15. Bedtime Brew
Peter poked his head out from the kitchen.
14. Sky High
Peter was 14 years old when Conrad got married.
13. Sleeping Beauty
Elias had once read an article about a woman with narcolepsy
12. Hurts so good
Martin almost dropped the kettle when Peter materialized before him.
11. Family Values
They made port around 7pm.
10. The Vessel
Martin stared at Peter, waiting for the punch-line.
9. Thee Kisses
“Just ask him out already.”
8. All alone and a-lowly
Peter wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of having to play messenger.
7. Happy all the Time
His brain had always been a little glitchy and oh that’s just funny, isn’t it?
6. And all is well
“I need some fresh air.
5. Changing Tides
Oswald had been one of the first rogues to take him seriously and they had soon evolved from lucrative business partners to actual friends.
4. Indebted
Christopher Drawlight was not a particularly well liked man.
3. Kindness Repaid
There was something fascinating in watching Jonathan eat.
2. House Call
Don’t you fret
My little pet
We’re off to see the doctor
And if this doctor isn’t in
We’ll have to find another.
1. Arts and Crafts
Edward did not stare at the green crayons and didn’t have the urge to take one of them either.
Observations
Well the pattern certainly is that I apparently have a tendency to start with a characters first name (11/20, damn). I also have a thing for jumping into stories during the middle of a conversation or similar in media res shenanigans, which is less surprising.
Faverouite line... oh this is hard. I suppose it’s from The Vessel aka The Platonic Fear Orgy (“Martin stared at Peter, waiting for the punch-line”). I like the way it throws you right into the conversation without knowing what exactly has been said but understanding fully how exasperated Martin feels. Which is your faverouite, squad? (Also wtf is up with this new tumblr design, I’ve only been gone for a year or so when did this happen? lol)
Anyway, tagging whoever is still following me despite the fact that i’m mostly awol atm. Hit me with those opening lines y’all.
the two most recent files in my google docs are called “AND THEY WERE FLAT MATES” and “King Lear IN SPACE” respectively and I’m not quite sure what that says about me as a person
It’s actually kinda funny how with Jon and Martin tma has two main characters that between them pretty much cover 80% of my issues and yet whenever I write tma fics I still choose to project onto Peter fucking Lukas, of all people.
new working title for my current main wip: “Peter Lukas is a strong independent fear monster who don’t need no man (except he does, he really does and he’s going to monologue to Martin about it for at least two more pages)”