#mystical-flute

[justanoutlawfic]

Swanfire Month Day 6 | What is your favorite Swanfire fanfiction? Pt. 2

Black Coffee and Pumpkin Pie by @mystical-flute. A fabulous Modern AU, based off of the story Emma tells Henry about his father. Emma is a waitress, Neal is the new guy in town who works as a fireman. Heartwarming with a wonderful Papafire subplot that will make you cry.

On AO3

[manifestcentral]

GRACE BETTER NOT BE DEAD I SWEAR TO GOD.

SHE IS AND IM SO MAD AND IM MAD ABOUT JARED TELLING MICK THAT ZEKE WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE I HATE IT HERE

[millenniummmbop]

Your new piece with Orichalcos!Kaiba??? *chefs kiss* Amazing.

👉👈 Thank you!!! 💛💛💛

[hergan416]

Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji

Thank you for the ask!

I'd absolutely drink with Zoro. He'll drink me under a table, but I feel like he'd be comfortable. Also I feel like anything else with Zoro would be a ton of effort--he always gives like 110%, and I could NOT keep up with that.

Make out with Nami. If she lets me. I'd even forgive her if she picked my wallet in the process.

Date Luffy. I feel like there would be no pressure with him, and the dates would be really fun and we'd get into lots of trouble adventures. I'd be exhausted at the end of the day, but I think it would be fun.

Fuck Usopp. Honestly, with all the gadgets he makes, I bet he is great with his hands. blushes profusely

Punch Sanji. Sorry not sorry-- Stop creeping in ladies' baths with your stealth suit, then we can talk.

[kibibarel]

I am SUPER late to the SWSH party but... Oleana, babe? Eat a Snickers. 0-1000 real quick.

don’t make fun of her!! she’s just very stressed...! 😭😭

[flimflamfranky]

What if Hiyori is rallying troops in the Flower Capital?? :o She probably had a way to contact Denjiro without Kawamatsu and Zoro knowing. She may have been able to take the Flower Capital for the rebellion.

oo i like that idea 👀

i’ve said this before, but it’s highly likely that the current raid of onigashima is gonna end badly, given that the wano arc is following the kabuki theater structure. and if that happens, then our protags will need somewhere to regroup and recover. and it would make sense for that to be organized by someone who, so far, hasn’t been involved that heavily with the rebellion.

and while i don’t think orochi is dead cuz of the having multiple heads thing, he being rousted from power might make things safe for hiyori. kaido doesn’t have the same level of hatred for oden’s kids that orochi had, so he might leave her alone if she doesn’t seem involved.

i just hope whatever tragedy happens isn’t the death of her or momo

[cianmars]

For the writer's asks: We could be heroes (just for one day) + #4!

“You’re pretty…” PJ trailed off squinting as he tried to figure out the right way to put it.“Dishevelled?” Neal suggested. “I’m not saying it’s not a good look on you,” PJ teased, “it’s just not normally what you’re like.”Thank you! 

(I literally forgot absolutely everything about this fic so I had to open it up and skim read it... I’m a bad author - this is gonna be a long post with several favourite dialogues cause I’m bi in everything I do so can never choose just one)

(shameless fic plug- We Could be Heroes AO3

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? I like the Step-Dad Robin moment: “Robin, what are you doing here?” He frowned and swiftly placed the photographs back into his wallet, pretending he hadn’t been staring at them. “I don’t have anything in my calendar-” “You’re my kid, I don’t need an appointment.” He smiled at him steadily, it would take a lot to knock the smile off of it. “You eaten today?” David nodded his head without even debating it. “Yeah.” Coffee counted as food, he glanced at the clock on his desk, it was later than he realised. “Hrmph.” Robin made a half laugh half judging noise in the back of his throat, it must have been obvious that David was lying. “Well it’s nearly lunch, and I’m sure you’ve been here since before the sun rose and you’ve probably drunk your weight in coffee; let’s go grab something.” “I was going to just order something for here, I have a couple of cases I should be working on.” “Any trials today?” David shook his head. Robin’s voice sounded as bright as his smile. “Perfect, we can go out and get something.” “-Robin-” “-You need fresh air, Davey.” His voice was firm, commanding, and the same one David had copied when he had become a father himself. “We’ll go and have some lunch, my treat. Grab your coat.” 

The instant sibling bonding/ally-ship between Emma and Neal:

“Did we…?” She trailed off. “We never met.” Neal told her, only guessing her question as the thought had been on his mind too. He gave her a half shrug and a comforting smile. “I guess it means there’s no expectations between us, y’know? We can just start from the beginning.” Ah, so she hadn’t been imagining the expectant looks from David and Mary, as though hanging on her every word and waiting for her to tell them that she remembered them. “You remind me of someone, my friend.” Neal frowned. “The friends you stole the car with?” Emma stiffened, he didn’t sound too judgemental, but he had the look on him which August wore when Emma suggested that they do something ever so slightly illegal, she normally got her way with him despite this. “ I stole the car, they were just with me.” She watched him nod and accept it and felt like perhaps she would have an ally here.

Some Mama Snow:

She handed the outfit she had tried on to the fitting room clerk before turning back to Mary Margaret. “I’m sorry that I’m not girly, I’m sure it’s one of the things you were looking forward to before I was born, I mean you already had Neal, anyway,” she shook her head at her own rambling, “I’m sorry I’m not very girly.” Emma began to walk but Mary stopped her, she turned her back towards her, Mary’s hands were on her shoulders and Emma was forced to stare into her eyes, she realised for the first time that they were the exact same shade as her own. “Emma .” She froze as she realised the same thing that Emma had: they share the same eye colour, she had never thought they would ever match, when Emma was a newborn she was blue eyed and Mary hadn’t thought they would change as Neal’s hadn’t. She realised she had waited a little too long and didn’t want Emma to pull away from her again. “Emma , all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be healthy and happy, that was what I wanted before you were born and that’s what I want now. You could dress in pink and dye your skin and hair pink or you could dress in potato sacks, I wouldn’t care so long as you were happy.” She stared into her eyes until she was certain that Emma had got the message. Then she cracked a smile. “I might worry about you catching a cold if you wore only potato sacks though.”

Snowing being divorced but still pining for each other: “The plaid was a lot like the ones you used to wear.” Mary smiled slightly at David before remembering herself and looking back down at her cup. “I probably still have the same ones-” He took a big breath in as though he was about to say something but he cut himself off before he could accidentally let slip that he remembered Mary stealing the plaid often. He cleared his throat and looked down at his coffee. 

And last but not least my baby gays Neal and PJ:

There was a pause as PJ evaluated Neal, who was scrubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, PJ finally let out a laugh. “You scared me man, you know some junior nearly jumped in to save you? I stopped them, told them you could breathe, I’m not sure if they believed me but they were clearly willing to risk it.” PJ’s good humour left a sour taste in Neal’s mouth as guilt worried his stomach, but it was also a relief, Neal let out a snort. “Well better to lose me than to upset the captain of the lacrosse team.” He joked, giving PJ a playful shove. “I’d have saved you.” PJ’s smirk was missing some of the cocky heat and which made it come out somewhat solemn. But Neal’s mind was on the bubble he had somehow formed under the water. It dawned on him why the person must have thought he was drowning. It was the same reason why when he was a small child his parents had always panicked when he was swimming trying to reach the bottom of the water, with no bubbles yet a lot of splashing. “How could you tell? I don’t make bubbles.” “I would know.” PJ replied, his whole heart in his words. They were silent again, for a minute, for two minutes, for enough minutes that they were teetering on the beginnings of something else, something more . There was the sound of younger kids, bursting into the room on the other side of the pool, excited chatter and a teacher yelling them not to run. Neal sucked in a breath and PJ took another step back, Neal could practically feel the distance between them, as though releasing the pressure against a balloon. He felt an ache inside of him. And like that the moment was completely over.

Side note I think I may have rediscovered my love for this verse so thank you sooooo much! 

[violetfaust]

#no offense to bucky but i really don't think sebstan has ever been more attractive than as jeff - Violet you are absolutely right and you should say it.

Ha, I missed you when you sent this, but that’s two of us!

I mean...