Au where Marinette was meeting Alya for a con after a shift at her parents’ bakery, forgot to take off her ladybug-patterned apron, and saves comic book legend Master Fu from a driver not paying attention, inspiring him to make one more comic series before retirement. He announces that at the con, but Marinette doesn’t see it because she had to leave to go back to work, and only later, when every social media outlet is flooded with the news, does she realize she is the one who saved Master Fu.
Group: BTS Member: Hoseok Type: ANGST, minor bit of smut word count: 1466
Warnings: blood mentions, sexual content, death mentions
A/N: Inspired by Pretty by The Weeknd (song and MV). I promise i’ll write some happy smut later, i was just feeling really angsty while listening to the song!
When a whore of a white dove sings her song That’s all we want to hear
He looked at the thick blanket of white clouds in the clear blue sky, watching from inside the plane as it was finally making its landing on the ground of his homeland after a whole year of being away. The small, rounded rectangled window revealed glimpses of the town he knew so well and missed deeply. It wasn’t necessarily the town he missed rather than the house in it, where you would be waiting for him.
He smiled as he imagined you impatiently anticipating his return after 365 days without him. How he’d worship you when he’d finally set foot in the house you shared together. He’d make love to you all night, the day after, the night after that day and the day after that night. Being apart for such a long time is hard. It changes things. It changed you. He knew that. He tried to text and call you as much as he could, but words through a mobile device can’t keep a woman warm. His lips pressed together into a thin line at the thought of it. He promised himself he wouldn’t get jealous. He couldn’t expect you to stay lonely and frustrated while he was away, choosing his career over his relationship. He accepted the fact you slept with other men while he was gone. But as soon as he lands, you’ll be his again. He consoled himself with that thought when things got hard.
words: 10.6k summary: By all accounts, Adrien Agreste has the perfect life. But he often
wonders what it would be like to visit the past, and one night, he
finally gets the chance. (A Midnight in Paris AU!)
a/n: a big shoutout and lots of love to the lovely @operamatic who gave me the idea for this in the first place! Buckle up for some 1920s ladrien, present day adrinette, and a little bit of 1890s ladynoir 😊
Adrien Agreste should be perfectly content right now. It’s a sunny
spring morning at the Giverny Gardens, the breeze is perfect, and he’s
standing on a romantic bridge next to his fiancée and childhood friend,
Chloe Bourgeois, who looks like a vision in her pale yellow sundress.
Any other man in his place would feel like the luckiest man in the world.
And yet—there’s something not quite right, like he’s got every piece
of the puzzle in place but the last one and he can’t find it anywhere in
In the year 2016, the world is invaded by monsters of an unknown origin. These monsters, called the Bugstar, have begun infecting people using a computer game virus. The genius gamer M must master the Gamer Driver and the legendary Gashat games in order to fight against the Bugstar as Kamen Rider Ex-Aid. A variety of Riders based off of different game genres will appear!
Game Start! Clear the game, eradicate the Bugstar!
Short but important one. Next chapter is gonna be so long I don’t even care anymore. I should probably start loading these on FF net too…
Chapter Eleven:TheApple Far from the Tree
Lucy sighed as she shifted in theplush armchair that was once a decorative item in one of her father'smany useless rooms. It was not like he wanted guests over, ever. So,she took it upon herself to practice the art of thievery on the
particular seat that now was her ‘throne’. The smooth cloth felt nice
on her bare skin, library days meaning she could wear shorts and
whatever else she liked as long as she remained inside at all times.
Nobody from the outside dared intrude
on Heartfilia property, especially on Sundays.
At her side, a fresh cup of tea rested
on its cup plate, in turn sitting on a silver platter with crumpets
and other small snacks. The teapot was the only item that did not
match the clean flowery looks of the china, the spout cracked and
aged with constant use and wear.
The set Lucy used had been a gift for
her thirteenth birthday, but the pot belonged to the set her mother
received as a wedding present. After Layla’s passing, Jude tried to
smash every last piece of the beloved set in his pained rage. The
little teapot was the only thing Lucy managed to save.
All around her, books were stacked in
order of topic, becoming more like a wall of literature that shielded
the blonde from the cruel world. Not even Levy dared to disturb the
organized chaos of the leather bound books, knowing Lucy had a plan
for them and would return them to the shelves after the items served
Speaking of, the blue haired woman
coughed as she glanced up from her massive desk in the center of the
library, the light of the sun casting through the giant windows at
her back. Lucy glanced up from her tome of Fioreian history, pulling
off her red rimmed reading glasses in amusement. “Yes?”
The petite librarian rose a brow,
setting down her quill and crossing her arms over the paperwork; eyes
leveling with the blonde heiress with serious knowledge behind her
lips. “You have been in here for the past five hours, Lu-chan. Is
something else troubling you?”
Something else, referring to the
morning after Jose’s party when Lucy came barreling in with nothing
but her sleepwear on and asking about the assassin caught that night.
Levy, fortunately having heard about such an incident along the
grapevine just hours earlier, informed the blonde that in a strange
upset: the assassin broke out and vanished. Jose was clearly upset,
claiming that the assassin had help and clearly was a threat to his
Hence the doubling of his guards.
Lucy shook her head with a smile,
grabbing the handle of the dainty cup and blowing on the hot liquid.
“No, just doing some reading to pass up my writers block. That
prisoner escaping Jose’s grasp was quite a distraction. Knowing Sir
Jose, he must certainly feel embarrassed about his prisoner escaping,
but that is none of my business.” The woman mused with a
light giggle, sipping her tea with great poise and airy care.
Levy giggled, rolling her eyes. “No,
never.” Her arms unfolded, fingers pinching a quill as the
librarian began to bury herself back in the paperwork. “Though, I
do wonder about your little meetings in the gardens…”
Lucy choked, nearly dropping the
delicate cup back on its plate as she breathed, face turning bright
red. “Wha- I do not- what do you speak of?!” she spluttered, not
at all graceful or totally inconspicuous. Her face burned under the
blush, her whole head feeling hot.
The librarian chuckled, pressing her
hand to her mouth to hide the grin that was so obviously there.
“Right. My eyes have deceived me. You were not going to the gardens
for a boy. Not you.”
scowled at her friend, huffing. “Levy, I do enjoy the company of
blue haired woman grinned wolfishly, hazel eyes sharp for the kill.
“Oh? You seem to favor that one bush at the corner of the garden-”
Han: Leiaaaa… Ben’s wearing Anakin’s robes again!! Are you going to tell Luke, or should i? Leia: Luke’s a Jedi, Han!! You’re his father ffs, you tell him!!
(It’s hard when you have to raise a force sensitive emo punk son. I’ve always imagined him going through Anakin’s stuff, and trying it on..pissing Han and Leia in the process coz the robes were the only thing that was left and Ben was obsessed with anything and everything that belonged to Anakin..that is, until he found the helmet)