AU where Geno and the pens are part of a secret organization that time travels to maintain the flow of historic events, and on one mission, Geno is tasked to go back to the 1820s to save a man (whose great-great grandson will eventually be key to a medical breakthrough that will change history) from a freak accident involving a horse carriage gone rogue.
Anyways, the man is super thankful and insists on treating Geno to dinner, and Geno is hesitant because he’s really not supposed to interact this much with the subject but the man won’t hear a no. So Geno gets taken to this guy’s estate and meets Sidney, the man’s youngest son, who is beautiful and intelligent and basically Geno’s exact type. So right there and then Geno knows that he’s screwed.
Bungou Stray Dogs Characters and Their Real Prototypes
1. Nathaniel Hawthorne — one of the first and the most universally recognized masters of American literature. He made a great contribution to the genre of novel and introduced elements of allegory and symbolism into the literature. Was in the spiritual Brook Farm commune. Was fond of the theory of transcendentalism. His famous work is ‘The Scarlet Letter’ (Scarlet Letter)
2. Margaret Mitchell — an American writer, author of ‘Gone With the Wind’ (Gone With the Wind)
3. Lucy Montgomery — Canadian writer, known for her serial of books about redhead orphan girl Anne Shirley. Her famous works are ‘Anne of Green Gables’, ‘Anne of Avonlea’, ‘The Story Girl’ (Anne of Abyssal Red)
4. John Steinbeck — an American prose writer, author of many world famous works and short stories: 'The Grapes of Wrath’, 'Eden of the East’ (Grapes of Wrath)
5. Francis Scott Fitzgerald — an American writer, the largest representative of the so-called 'lost generation’. He’s known for number of novels and stories about the 'jazz era’ of 1920s and, of course, for his work 'The Great Gatsby’ (The Great Fitzgerald)
6. Howard Lovecraft — an American writer and journalist working in the genres of mysticism, horror and fantasy, combining them in his own style. Ancestor of Myths of Cthulhu. Known for his works ’The Call of Cthulhu’, 'Dagon’, 'The Silver Key’ (The Call of Cthulhu)
7. Mark Twain an American writer, journalist and public figure. His work covers many genres - humor, satire, philosophical fiction, publicism and others. As an author, he took the position of the humanist and democrat. His famous works are 'The Adventures of Tom Swayer’ and 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn’ (Huckleberry Finn and Tom Swayer)
8. Louisa May Alcott — an American writer who became famous for her novel 'Little Women’ which was based on her memories about her growing up time with three sisters (The Story of Little Women)
9. Herman Melville — an American writer and seaman, the author of 'Moby Dick, or the Whale’. Wrote not just prose but also poems (Moby Dick)
10. Edgar Allan Poe — an American writer, poet, essayist, literature critic and editor, the representative of American romantism. The creater of modern detective style and genre of psychological prose. He became famous for his novel 'Murders on Morgue St.’ (A Cat on Morgue St.)
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Jyn is not often nice to other people. So when her new neighbours Baze and Chirrut are, she doesn’t catch on to what’s happening until it’s too late and she’s made new friends. Then she has to come up with a way to thank them…
Before she knows it, not only is she learning to cook, but she may have made another new friend. Jyn’s not sure she can handle this much sociability.
Modern AU of a grocery store trip (because otherwise Rhys could just winnow it in).
-Feyre, Rhys, Cassian, Mor, and Azriel live together
-Amren has her own place because she can’t stand “the repulsive smell of those boys”
-Rhys and Feyre are in charge of getting everyone together to go to the store (duh). Mor takes an hour to pick out the right outfit while Cassian complains that he’s hungry
-Finally everyone is ready and they pile into the car.
- No one can agree on the music. Feyre wants to play classical, which Cassian cannot stand. Mor would prefer some pop, and Az would like some pop-punk (none of them expected that). Rhys, the driver, decides that “driver picks the music and the backseat drivers shut their cakeholes” and puts on 80s love ballads.
-When they arrive at Target, Cassian and Mor are shoving each other to get in first. Rhys and Feyre sigh as if they are long suffering parents. Az just wants to blend in the background.
-Cassian immediately starts stocking up on alcohol. He insists that 5 bottles of spiced rum is needed. Az quietly slips a bottle of absinthe into the cart. When everyone gapes at him, he shrugs
-Rhys tries to be practical with his food choices, but Cassian and Feyre seem to be more interested in getting all of the chips in the store. When Rhys frowns at his darling girlfriend, she only winks at him
-Mor drags Feyre over to the clothing section. Feyre tries to remind her that they are there for food. However, Mor insists that “this skirt will make your ass look amazing!”
-Mor was right
-While the girls try on clothes and the boys argue over which meat has more protein, Rhys slips off and collects good items that will actually make meals
-They finally get to the checkout line. Feyre and Rhys look haggard from dealing with their “children”
-Mor and Cas are bickering again.
-Rhys spots Amren walking into the store. She takes one look at the commotion they are causing and runs the other direction. Rhys doesn’t blame her.
Should you fall in love with someone, even in the slightest, your skin becomes marked with vibrant colors that depict the story of your emotions. A tattoo, per say. However, should they or you fall out of love, the bright hues dull to black and the feelings you once had for each other melt away. To many, it’s a blessing to not have to live with the pain of your past. But what’s the point when you have too many reminders–say 27?
Pebbles bounced against the sidewalk, caught between the concrete and the rubber soles of boots dragging across the pavement. The movement was slow and the sound was reminiscent of a modern romantic defeat, another tally to add to the chalkboard. Another inked reminder that would be incomplete on a pale skin canvas.
A single finger rose to itch at the back of a studded ear, scratching just above the intricate black swirls of patterned water that was splayed over a neck. The owner of this design–and the 27 others cluttering his skin–wasn’t a lost cause or a serial romantic as many had come to believe. But potentially the most unlucky man in the world.
There were many others like him, decorated in dozens of these brandishes to signify their accomplishments in a manner akin to a trophy shelf. Their skin was littered with these marks of past lovers who were only intended to become blackened symbols. However, hoarding tattoos of ones he adored was not a game to him like it was to others; he feared the attention and judgment that his ink gave him.
He was enamored by people and their stories, the things they had to say and the words that they would whisper to him. Falling for them was simply a side effect of his own curiosity that he had no control over, as the patterns would only appear when the emotions were mutual. People were drawn to him, not for the art etched into him, but for his elegant thoughts and charming words.