my heart softens to your name kastle holiday fic, ~8k words

surprise, i have no chill and posted this super early!!! xo

“Wait! Karen. Um.” Lisa wrings her hands and glances at her dad, who raises a brow. “I was wondering–I heard you say you don’t have Christmas plans. Dad is making a ham, and mashed potatoes and pie and everything. And I would–we would–like it if you came for dinner. To say thank you. And sorry. Please.” “Oh!” Karen pauses, glancing between the two as she watches the silent conversation their faces seem to be having. “Well, thank you Lisa. That’s very nice of you to offer, but I wouldn't want to intrude.” “You wouldn’t!” Lisa smiles pointedly at her dad. “Right, Dad?” The ensuing silence is deafening, and then Frank finally turns and smiles, looking awkward but not upset. “Hope you like lumpy mashed potatoes.”

even sleeping you astonish me

Happy RWRB New Year's, @ninzied ! It was a pleasure to write for you for @rwrbnygiftexchange !

Summary: The utter irony.

To be at a climate conference and have a storm descend upon the proceedings was perhaps poetic. To have the storm be intense enough to flood half the hotel and cut off transportation to the mainland was concerning.

But to have it all culminate in Henry having to share a room with Alex Claremont-Diaz was as if Mother Nature herself was having a laugh.

A gentle AU wherein there was only one bed.

Last night at the Miss Universe pageant in Florida, the reigning Miss Singapore, Bernadette Belle Wu Ong, walked the stage. Ong strutted out while wearing a red bedazzled bodysuit, cuissardes, and a red and white dress. The dress, a riff on Singapore’s national flag, was created by designer Arwin Meriales. - Vogue

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Altered Carbon (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Takeshi Kovacs/Kristin Ortega Characters: Takeshi Kovacs, Kristin Ortega, Poe (Altered Carbon), Elias Ryker Additional Tags: Fix-It, un-fuck the ending, Mostly Canon Compliant, Takeshi Kovacs is a sap send tweet, Happy Ending, it’s what they deserve, Light Angst, at least I think it’s light, I’m not very good at judging these things lmao Summary:

There’s a universe where he leaves and never sees Kristin again.

kastle aesthetic || fic rec | into the peace of wild things by @ninzied​​​​​​​

Frank steps forward, into the moonlight.

She’s well-hidden, nothing more than a voice between shadows on the other side of the pale swath of grass that he finds himself standing in. It wasn’t for lack of his sharpened senses that he hadn’t been able to make out the rest of her until now.

She has the figure of a woman, but she’s no more just a woman than he is just a man.

As he approaches, she shifts back a little, but there’s a defiant square to her shoulders that tells him it’s not in her nature to go down without a fight.