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alittlehuntress) wrote2017-01-19 05:46 pm
alittlehuntress) wrote2017-01-19 05:46 pm
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This or That 💫
Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing and I'll tell you something about the story I'd write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write).
1. soulbonding
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
*If you're not sure of my fandoms you can find some of them on my profile 😎
1. soulbonding
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
*If you're not sure of my fandoms you can find some of them on my profile 😎
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Also what a cool meme, I love this.
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So : Merlin/Leon and 9. forced to share a bed
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Okay, I'd probably set the story during the Age of Enlightenment, where Liv's affliction would be perceived as something fundamentally evil, perhaps even a sin. And Liv, Babineux, Ravi and Peyton would be part of the intellectual movement and they'd fight for zombies to have rights as any other living person. Major would support them. And (because I loved him even though he had a short existence) Lowell would be a writer.
Another would be a Regency Era AU, featuring parasols, bonnets, love triangles, misunderstandings and a whole lot of dancing.
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So this is gonna be super cliché: Merlin and Leon are part of the security team for newly appointed King Arthur Pendragon, and they're joining him on his tour across Europe, they're afraid some of the king's old enemies will try to harm him which makes them be close to Arthur--and to each other by default 24/7. They start talking and getting to know each other, they find it's easy to talk about nothing and they fall into a comfortable routine. One night as they arrive to a new country heavy with exhaustion they're met with the surprise the adjoining room only has one bed. They fight over who's gonna take it, coming to the agreement to just share the bed, why not? It's a mattress big enough for two. Only it isn't because they find each other in their sleep and wake up all over one another.
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When Arthur had suggested they take some time off from work and go on a holiday together he figured they'd spend two weeks in the Virgin Islands getting a tan, enjoying the beaches and putting their hotel room to good use. Merlin had been ecstatic and Arthur thoroughly congratulated himself for being such a good boyfriend. He should've known the idiot that is Merlin would find a way to make Arthur want to hide his passport on a regular basis so he can't return to England.
Turns out Merlin suffers from a wanderlust that could not be quenched by just seeing the Iguazu Falls, or visiting the Riviera Maya, or by horse riding in Boracay. Arthur's pockets are full with currency he won't be able to use again. He must be mental for following him. As it turns out his feelings for Merlin didn't change a bit after crossing the Atlantic.
And here he is six months down the line back in familiar soil watching Merlin hold a tiny bundle between his arms, a huge smile on his face as if he's discovered the meaning of life.
"Arth-" he begins but Arthur stops him, his palm raised.
"No, I know what you're thinking and the answer is no. This isn't like you bringing another stray cat home. This is a--" he stops, considers his words, his sigh is so heavy and loud he's sure every visitor at Tintagel is aware of his predicament.
Merlin eyes are dangerous slits. He's ready to fight Arthur on this. "Don't be daft, Arthur. It's a baby. Say it, ba-by. You'd think we're talking about a bomb."
"Might as well be. You want to keep the baby," Arthur says folding his arms. Finding a baby among the caves and waterfalls of a Cornish Town wasn't in his plans. "I don't even understand how he ended up here." He looks over at the ruins of what once was a formidable castle, the cliff's edge is close to where they're standing.
"It's magic Arthur. I can feel it. He feels safe with me. With us."
(Yes, I kinda wan to write this nooow)
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It'd be so fun to see Gwaine in Percy's body. I'd go down the route of a romantic comedy where at the end they come to an understanding and realize each other's struggles and of course they fall in love.
Sort of summary: After years of friendship the last thing Percival expected to happen was to wake up in the wrong body. His best friend's body to be exact. Now he's got to walk across town in a new skin and stop from glancing at the window's around him. Gwaine's face staring back at him is unsettling. They have to set things right. Find a cure and get on with their lives. After all, how long can he pass as Gwaine without a hitch? Gwaine thinks they should find out.
Wade's teleporter is on the fritz...Again. He thought it was safe to leap in the air gaining momentum to take Spidey with him. Both runaways, compadres, best friends thwarting the evil guy's plan of un-aliving the shit out of them by teleporting to one of Wade's safe houses. It was an honest mistake.
"I'm going to end you," Peter says making his best impression of Hulk. Probably. He looks drop dead gorgeous mad. His mask bunched up in his hand. Eyes fiery. It suits him.
"Oh, come on. It's not like I meant to get us back to Ancient Greece on purpose. Technology failed me!"
"What are we going to do?"
"Blend in. Take selfies. Transform all this homoerotic tension between us into something more tangible." Wade shrugs, watches how very slowly Peter relaxes and prevents an almost smile to grace his features.
Peter sighs. "If you suggest I wear a chiton draped over one shoulder, be prepared to be a feast for lions."
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They all say this is for the best. He struck gold with this deal. Instead of going to jail he gets to be paraded around as Wayne's trophy husband. Jason isn't sure anymore. He'd rather be back at the crappy apartment he shares with Dick, his obnoxious and infectious bright smile directed at him from upside down. But even he says this is good, and who knows, Bruce Wayne might be a good man. Sometimes Jason believes Dick is way too hopeful for the world they live in.
He looks at himself in the mirror. The guy looking back is nothing like him, his tie is choking him and in twenty minutes he'll have to leave this room and mingle with Gotham's richest and announce the engagement. Christ, his engagement.
There's a knock on the door and he must have granted permission because Wayne. Bruce Wayne. Bruce walks in looking just as lost an unsure as Jason feel. It's a small comfort but he takes it.
"Are you ready?" he asks commanding Jason's attention.
"As I'll ever be," he says and there must be something in his tone because Bruce looks as if he's been slapped.
"You can always say no, there's still time. I don't want to force you."
"You're not. I agreed. I just don't understand why you're marrying someone like me if you want to change your public image." Jason is confused. Out of all the eligible bachelors with better education and millionaire back accounts he doesn't get why Bruce chose a street rat like him.
Bruce chuckles taking Jason by surprise. "Because you're the only one who could hack into my security system like it was child's play. I think with you here things are bound to get interesting."
"If that's the case I hope I don't disappoint," Jason says, the tense atmosphere around them changing into something more pleasant, "I do have one request though."
"Yes?"
"I don't wear a tie ever again. I can't breathe."
Bruce's deep laughter is the final push he needed. Here goes nothing.
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Omg, it's hard to choose a pairing from The Flash, I ship poor Barry with several people. Buuut that said I like the idea of this being a Barry/Leonard fic where Len is a virgin because he'd be so snarky about it or about hiding the fact.
For Hannibal I'd write Hannibal/Will. Hannibal is a virgin, he's never been very interested in full on sex, he likes the erotic aspect of it, the bond he can have with somebody, when he meets will he reevaluates his stance on sex as they form an intimate relationship that's satisfying for both of them. And respectful of each other.
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Magnus wanted Alec to see the world with him, experience life beyond the Institute and discover there's so much more out there than the life of a Shadowhunter. Slowly Alec's become more bold, realizing he's free to hold Magnus' hand, to lean in and kiss him easily with no hang ups. Despite it all Magnus been patient and let things progress on their own accord and time, but apparently the universe didn't get the memo because he's currently trapped between the walls and Alec's warm body. The bed is narrow and Alec turns in his sleep edging closer to Magnus. He can only resist for so long. He wraps his arms around Alec, brings him so close it's be hard to tell where one begins and the other ends. He closes his eyes, Alec's breathing lulling him. In the morning he will personally give his thanks to whoever messed up their reservations and gave them a single bed.
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Merlin stares as Arthur trudges across the room, his movents awkward as if he just went through a recent growth spurt and he's adjusting to the way his skinny legs move and the length of his arms. He winces stopping in front of the mirror. "You have the worst taste in clothing. What is this?" he asks pulling on the neckerchief around his neck. Merlin slaps his hands, that one is his favorite.
"It's not like you're a fashion authority. I almost got lost in the sea of red that's your wardrobe." The blond locks of his--Arthur's--hair looks odd, his usual smirk a frown. This Arthur is all wrong.
Arthur pokes him in the ribs. Hard. "Hey! Why'd you do that?"
"So you stop making me look like miserable."
"Yeah? Then don't make me look stupid."
"I'm just playing you accurately," Arthur responds.
Merlin wants to pulls his hair. Maybe he should. It's Arthur's after all. If they don't find a way to revert the spell Merlin is going to cause Arthur serious pain. It's easier now that he has unlimited access to his body.
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Why can't I manage to write more than drabbles at the moment?
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Thank you!! This really made me smile!
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And ooh yes, I kind of thought for Hannigram you might say Will was the virgin but that's so much better with Hannibal changing his mind about sex because of the way he feels about Will, that would be gorgeous.
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I love it when Bruce shows he has a warm heart hahahh
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Maybe one of these days inspiration will strike you to write something longer!
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Always! Gwaine puts fun first, and looking for a solution is the last of is worries hahah I feel for Percival.
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Barry definitely makes a very good Little Black Dress Always and forever hahahah he's just got that quality about him.
Thank you! I thought about it a lot and then I figured it'd be Hannibal. Like, sex would be such a complex thing for him and then Will would come along with his pack of strays and sarcasm to fuck his perfectly constructed world. But in a good way.
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THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! MY HEART IS FILLED <3 <3
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And awwww that snippet <3 so good.
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Thanks! I love Spideypool tbh