HoneyOpal
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Aside from the fact that Hawkmoth still possessed most of the miraculous and Felix had taken the peacock and gone MIA, along with other secret-superhero-oriented issues, Marinette was also dealing with average teenage girl problems, like-
“Adrien. Nice of you to finally join us.”
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This is a fic I've had in my head for literal years, since I joined this fandom in like 2016, and I finally decided to write it after watching the season 4 finale. A slightly aged up AU/canon divergence where the kids are a couple years older, but mostly canon and set during season 5. This fic is basically just my idea of how the final battle with Hawkmoth will play out and how these crazy kids will finally get together. Essentially probably gonna be a 75k word headcanon. Lots of reverse love square antics and also normal love square antics. DOES FOLLOW SENTI!ADRIEN THEORY; but happy vibes.
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His pillow wasn’t a pillow. He was resting on top of a man. A very handsome man. With purple skin. Professor Venomous.
Ah, Lord Boxman thought, smiling sleepily and closing his eyes again. That explains it. Mystery solved.
Wait. Why was he using Professor Venomous as a pillow?
“Daddy?” Shannon’s voice called, again.
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Professor Venomous and Lord Boxman have been spending quite a bit of time together lately, working on their plan to get rid of those infernal Plaza Heroes. Shannon, Darrell, Raymond, and Fink begin to notice how close they've become as a result of it. Chaos ensues. A Voxman fic (commissioned by @imaherooo on tumblr).
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Everyone depended on him. They were depending on him, the way that he had feel that they hadn’t been before, the way that he had desperately desired them to do. They chose him. Lance. As their champion. Just like he’d always wanted.
A chance to prove himself.
And he crashed. And failed.
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This is a fic request from laurlovescookies on tumblr! They asked for some Lance and Red angst to give as a gift to their roommate and I obliged! This was super fun to write and I really hope y'all enjoy it! If you want me to write a fic for you, please feel free to send me a message at my tumblr: luxuriant-starlight.
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A 100% Not Romantic, Strictly Business Meeting by HoneyOpal
Fandoms: OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes
26 Nov 2017
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Maybe… He thought. The reason I’m so n- agitated is because…
His mind flashed him images of Professor Venomous- with his violet skin, full brows, chiseled jaw, smooth dark hair, and those soft, relaxed, glistening eyes. Lord Boxman’s pulse raced.
It’s because…
“I’m impressed...” The imaginary Venomous in his head told him, with a genuine smirk on his face, extending out his hand, making Boxman’s heart skip a beat. “I admire your dedication to crushing those Plaza heroes.”
Oh.
“I admire you, Boxman.” Imaginary Venomous looked up at him, eyes sparkling with sincerity, his hair flowing in the wind.
That’s why, Boxman realized. I’m agitated because…
Because I’m so excited about getting close to finally getting rid of those Plaza pests!
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A post-VNO, first date Voxman one-shot (and my first OK K.O. fic ever!) written as a request for aika-the-cupid on tumblr. Lots of fluff and denial.
If you'd like to request a fic from me, please message me here on ao3 or on my tumblr (luxuriant-starlight) for more information.
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"Sometimes... Chat would look at her, his blonde hair illuminated like a halo in the dimming, orange sunlight with a lovestruck smile. As if she singlehandedly contained every beautiful thing in the universe in the very fabric of her skin. It drove her crazy.
Crazy enough to make her want to lean in and just-"
Steamy, fluffy, sinful Marichat oneshot requested by a fan! Mostly PWP, but one-sided reveal at the end. Enjoy!
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On Heists and Home Economics by chellethewriter
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
31 Dec 2019
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Over the last few days, Annabeth has spent a great deal of time imagining what was stolen, what could cause Percy and the Stolls so much antagonism and strife. She imagined valuables and prized possessions and even—thanks to Malcolm—something as ridiculous as an engagement ring.
But never, not once, had she considered the possibility of a baby doll.
Because who in Hades would?
“That wasn’t just some children’s toy!”
And Annabeth can feel it. She can feel Percy's rage bursting forth with his words—a pressure that whips through the pavilion like the briny wind of a sea storm. It's something primal, she thinks. Something desperate. So when Percy rises to his feet, climbing and cresting like a tidal wave, Annabeth doesn't blame the Stolls for shrinking toward the floor. If she didn't know Percy so well, she would do the same.
“That doll,” Percy grits out, “is worth fifty percent of my Home Economics grade!”
Now available as a podfic by LeadingLady3