#writober2019

Writober Day 1 & 2 - Missing Moment & Fluff

Pairing: Logince

Characters: Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders

Words: 445

Warnings: food mention, the rest is pure unadulterated fluff y’all

Notes: Remember that Logince student exchange fic I wrote some months ago? Here is a little missing moment from Logan’s year abroad -you can read it as a stand-alone, but I suggest reading the OG fic anyway for some more fluff and various gay shenanigans.

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Day 1 & 2 (you’re here) || Day 3

Roman slides down the kitchen’s floor, grabbing the wooden spoon to gently stir the boiling sauce. He grins as he lets the different aromas filling the kitchen wash over him, turning slightly down the heat under the pot as he hums along whatever song is currently playing from his phone.

“It smells amazing in here,” comes a voice from behind him, an all-too-familiar pair of arms wrapping around his waist.

Roman’s grin widens, happiness blooming in his chest as he puts down the spoon in his hands to turn around and properly greet his boyfriend.

E NIENTE...

Ho intenzione anche io di partecipare alla ficoctober 2019 (con un po' di ritardo ma tranquilli recupero tutti i prompt entro oggi)

Il regolamento lo trovate qui se volete partecipare.

Поискала, нашла несколько вариантов и теперь проблема выбрать один:

They expect him to dream freely behind bars—

Four walls with gaps where they can watch as patrons would in a zoo.

Standing still with wide eyes, staring as he remains motionless.

Deep breaths of stale air, one hour of freedom outside,

To the captor, superb conditions for thinking;

The captive animal, an adrenaline shot—

The system cannot see the cage inside their own.

Silence induces thought induces action induces—

He will break this system’s enclosure,

Shatter the glass, bend the bars,

Become the animal they feared.

They should instead panic at the notion that

A beast does not anger in silence,

And where one roars, others follow suite.

Garrus realizes just what a certain word means and how it relates to him in particular after a rough night at Afterlife. Clearly, gay men are hardcore.

(Warning, a brief moment where you think there could be homophobia, but it goes away)

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Garrus had often seen Omega when he was working. Never did he think he'd actually be inside the place as somebody gave its top boss the news someone was trying to take her out. Life was funny that way.

“I found on one of the mercs going after Archangel. Somebody doesn't like you.”

Shepard slid the datapad over with a careful prod, then returned to his normal sitting position. On most people, Garrus would have read that as trying to hide a hard on. However, the man didn't have the look in his eyes as he watched Aria T'Loak herself read it over. Then he got to watch her throw it at somebody. Her temper was indeed legendary – he almost felt bad for that poor batarian who was lucky to keep all four of his eyes.

Then she was back to looking at her guest. Most people would have killed – and had – to try to get that kind of attention. It wasn't sexual, just business, but still. Shepard had Aria freaking T'Loak all to himself for a second of her precious time.

Some might call him a lucky bastard.

“You've done a lot for me, Shepard. Let me return the favor.”

#6 writober2019

Fandom: Miraculous, Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Pairing: Adrinette (Adrien x Marinette) / Lukanette (Luka x Adrien) / Lukadrien (Luka x Adrien)

Prompt: Bromance (pumpFIC) 

Other tags: fluff, love triangle, confusion, poor ***

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Salve a tutti, purtroppo con questa sono arrivata davveeero in ritardo!! Ma non temete, anche oggi troverò del tempo per scrivere quella del settimo giorno!

Comunque, questa fic è uscita un po’ così, voglio dire, la prima cosa che ho pensato con “Bromance” era Lukadrien.

Trama: Una cena, un triangolo amoroso, e un terzo incomodo. 

Come fosse finita in quella situazione… se qualcuno glielo avesse chiesto, Marinette avrebbe semplicemente risposto sottolineando la sua sfortuna cronica che, in quel campo, si faceva sentire in modo particolarmente evidente.

Nel bel mezzo delle vacanze estive, la classe aveva deciso di organizzare un incontro, o meglio, una cena invitando una cerchia ristretta tra compagni di scuola e amici.

Juleka dunque ne aveva approfittato per invitare Luka, sapendo che molti, Marinette compresa, andavano molto d’accordo con il fratello.

La notte prestabilita era giunta, e Marinette, come al suo solito - malgrado fosse stata causa di un’akuma -, era arrivata in ritardo.

I suoi compagni avevano occupato tutti un posto, lasciandole la possibilità di scegliere se sedersi direttamente accanto a Luka, o se tenere una sedia di distacco con lui e occupare l’altra.

Ma non aveva nulla contro di lui e, anzi, era consapevole della cotta che lui aveva preso per lei, quindi si limitò ad approcciare il tavolo, a salutare con un ampio gesto della mano tutti i presenti, e a intraprendere una discussione con il ragazzo riguardo una canzone che questo stava scrivendo in memoria delle molteplici occasioni in cui loro due si erano incontrati.

A quell’ammissione tanto balda, Marinette sorrise, spostando il suo sguardo altrove non appena riconobbe il familiare calore al volto; nel fare ciò, però, i suoi occhi si posarono sull’ingresso principale dell’edificio ove, sulla soglia della porta, riconobbe subito la massa di capelli biondi che ormai conosceva quasi pelo per pelo.

Lo vide avvicinarsi e la realtà attorno a lei sembrò rallentare, lasciandole il tempo di interrogarsi su quale fosse la probabilità che Adrien avesse un qualche appuntamento lì, a quella stessa ora.

Quando, invece, lo vide approcciare l’unica sedia rimasta libera, ovvero quella accanto a lei, Marinette poté udire il suo cuore battere contro la gabbia toracica con più violenza e si ritrovò a pochi passi dallo svenire, sorretta solo dallo schienale della sedia e dall’idea di non fare figuracce davanti ai due ragazzi – e alla sua intera classe.

- Ciao Mari, ciao Luka - disse questi, regalando ad entrambi un sorriso sincero mentre prendeva posto, non notando il sorriso lascivo trattenuto appena dalla ragazza al suono del suo nomignolo.

Mari!?

Il suo voltò continuò a deformarsi finché non perse completamente il controllo della sua espressione facciale, ritrovandosi a fissare il biondo con più determinatezza di quanto intendesse.

- Ehi Marinette - la richiamò all’improvviso la voce di Luka, costringendola a voltarsi - È un abito stupendo! -

Lei sorrise imbarazzata, arrotolando con fare nervoso una ciocca ribelle attorno al dito – L-L’ho fatto io -

- Davvero? - disse sorpreso Adrien, puntando – innocentemente – lo sguardo sul suo corpo avvolto dalla seta color rosso e fissandolo per un tempo sufficiente abbastanza per farla quasi svenire - Ma è fantastico! Sei bravissima. -

Non contento, aggiunse - Dovresti farlo vedere a mio padre -

A quello, Marinette sussultò sul corpo, sorpresa sia che la sua cotta si stesse direttamente complimentando con lei, sia che fosse talmente colpito dal suo progetto, da proporgli di chiedere il parere di uno stilista tanto esperto quanto Gabriel Agreste!

- C-Che dici? Voglio dire, sei grandioso! Cioè! Sarebbe grandioso, se potessi chiedere a tuo padre -

- Qual è il problema? Magari un giorno lo sostituirai. - aggiunse entusiasta per il possibile successo della sua compagna.

Marinette chinò completamente il capo, fissando le mani strette in grembo attorno alla seta rossa, finché una mano sulla spalla richiamò la sua attenzione, portandola ad incrociare lo sguardo con quello sicuro e profondo di Luka - Puoi riuscirci senza problemi. Mi hai sempre incoraggiato, quindi ora fa lo stesso con te. -

- Anche tu hai un grande talento con la chitarra - disse Adrien, ricordando le circostanze in cui si erano incontrati, prima che arrivasse un’allerta akuma, si intende.

- Dovresti partecipare a qualche talent show -

Luka lo guardò, sorridendo - Non ci ho mai pensato. -

- E dovresti! Non è da tutti suonare la chitarra in quel modo. -

- Prenderò in considerazione il tuo suggerimento, allora. -

Adrien annuì, voltandosi verso la tavola ove una cameriera aveva appena posato alcuni piatti di antipasti - Luka, qual è il tuo cibo preferito? -

- Pesce. -

- Pesce? Perché vivi in una nave? - sorrise lui, sussultando quando comprese di aver usato lo stesso tono ironico di quando era nei panni di Chat Noir.

- Volevo dire… Non volevo offenderti… -

Luka sorrise sinceramente, scuotendo il capo - Nessuna offesa presa. Anzi, è bello avere un lato spiritoso. -

- E invece tu? -

- Mmh? -

- Hai un cibo preferito? -

Adrien ridacchiò, portando indietro il capo - Dolci. Amo dolci di qualunque tipo: biscotti, brioche, croissont… -

- Allora la prossima volta ti farò assaggiare i pasticcini di mia mamma. -

- Non vedo l’ora! -

Dopo quelle parole, entrambi, sorriso stampato sul volto, rivolsero la propria attenzione sul tavolo, ora pieno di stuzzichini e antipasti, augurando a tutti una buona cena.

[Before we start:  I wrote it in Russian and suddenly decided to translate. Being honest it's my first real attempt, I had some translations _from_ English before and it was totally fine. Now I'm absolutely not sure about my text. So I will be very glad if any native English speaker would take a look and tell me something in comments (or at least, would tell me something like "pls burn it down, your English is way too awful"))).]

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The ducklings swam around following their mother, who quacked at them now and then - having enough imagination, one could decide her voice was firm.

"It's time," she called softly, as promised - not immediately, giving time to get an eyeful of a sunny summer day in a spacious park.

"Yes, sure... but can you give me a few more minutes?" he asked with concern, keeping his eye on ducklings.

Death came closer, looking there with interest, and reached into the pocket of her tight black jeans.

"Didn't you have enough time?"

"I did. But they didn't."

On cue, ducklings suddenly began to almost run on water, frantically flapping their small wings, but no one flew up. Mother duck, quacking angrily, swam in a circle and even ignored a piece of bread thrown in her direction.

"What for?" Death threw a handful of crumbs into the water and leaned on the railing, watching ducklings.

"They're learning to fly. Watch carefully... this is about to happen."

The ducklings rushed through the water again, running circles after their mother.

"I haven't watched ducks for centuries," Death said, smiling carelessly and widely. "Let's wait until they take off, right?"

"Sure."

He thought that now it seems like he would be waiting for her and hurry her up a bit later. Weird, he always imagined Death as some kind of damn important, respectable and gloomy person, more likely a male, and she wasn't like that at all. She was cheerful, pretty and very, very lively.

On the next lap, one duckling finally got off the water, flapping its wings, and his brothers and sisters immediately followed suit with the approving quack of mother duck.

Death laughed clapping her hands enthusiastically. She was genuinely delighted with the sight, as if she'd seen something like that for the first time - although she'd seen thousands of thousands of worlds, their birth and doom, she'd seen the most amazing creatures and most unbelievable stories...

And yet she was totally childishly happy for the ducklings who had finally learned to fly.

And this was, perhaps, the infinite wisdom of her Endless life.

"I'm ready," he said quietly, giving Death the opportunity to fully enjoy the sight. Nobody seemed to notice her, even though there were a lot of people in the park, and she laughed loudly and contagiously. Only two people sitting on the other side of the pond, not talking, stared at their direction - from that distance, it was difficult to see them, they were just white figure and black one, but he had a feeling like he could sense this unblinking glance at himself.

"Let's go then," Death offered her hand, smiling. "And thanks for ducklings. I wouldn't have noticed!"

He smiled gratefully, taking her hand, glanced at the park for the last time and closed his eyes, dissolving into an infinitely gentle cold touch. The last thing he felt in his life.

Death ruffled her shaggy hair and thought it would be necessary to tell about ducklings to her always gloomy brother. To annoy him a little, because it's definitely impossible to amuse him, so at least she'd have fun herself.

She leaned over the railing and smiled cheerfully.

"Hey shorties! Well-done!"