#if youre wondering im sourcing it from the ao3 version of it (which is more professional)

[randomwriteronline]

@crystaltoa reblogging my feverish badly written bionicle-cave essay unaware that im in the process of transposing it to my final academic paper fills me with a pleasant sort of vindication regarding the quality and validity of my stupid incoherent dumbass ramblings

[sparkly-angell]

Hi! Could I ask for a Superbat prompt? Fake dating? Thank you!

Hey anon, remember me? When you asked this five months ago? Here it is. (Im sorry it took me so long, I got into univerity (finally) and life became a wreck!) 

Hope this is enough apology: superbat, fake date, 3k, pure fluff ;)

Prompt me | Ko-fi | AO3 version  🌻

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“No way.” 

“Bruce, no one will recognize you, please–”

“I’m not doing it.” 

“You just have to stand by my side and smile every now and again.” 

“Why don’t you ask Diana for it?”

Clark’s mouth clamped shut. Because she’s in Themyscira sure as hell wasn’t going to make Bruce suddenly decide that yes, he was giving up his weekend to go with Clark to a school reunion back in Smallville and pretend to be his plus one because Clark accidentally bought two tickets. He knew it was no use to try and convince Bruce, but it wasn’t like he had a choice, not really.

“Please, Bruce, it’s just one night. I’ll even get Ma to make that family recipe pork roast I know you love.” 

Bruce’s eyes shifted from the CCTV screens to him, calculating, before they got back to work, and back ignoring Clark.

“Go bother Lois.” and with that, he started tapping on his keyboard as immaculate as always.

“Lois is covering a big story this weekend.” Not a lie, but Clark didn’t want to ask Lois for this.

They’ve broken up over five months now, but no way things wouldn’t turn awkward if she said yes.

Clark sagged his shoulders, feeling resignment wash over him. Guess he ought to look for someone else. He was sure Barry would be excited to go with him. He glanced at Bruce again, his eyes never leaving the screen, deep in concentration as if Clark had never been there to bother him in the first place. He smothered a sign.

“Yeah, ok. Sorry to bother you. I’ll go see if Barry would like to go, then.” he turned and walked hopelessly up the stairs to the mansion. Maybe Alfred would take pity on him and offer a few of his delicious cookies.

The tapping of the keyboard stopped and Clark heard Bruce’s chair swirling around.

“Barry is your second option?” Bruce asked incredulously, “Barry?”

 Clark frowned, “Why not?”

Bruce let out a series of unintelligible noises before taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose. “That kid has a crush on you, Clark.” he got up from the chair and ran a nervous hand over his hair.

Clark’s eyes widened. “He what?” 

Bruce scoffed and shook his head. “It’s so obvious even a blind man can see it.”

His face fell to the ground. Well, if it couldn’t be Barry, who would he be taking? No one felt quite as right as Bruce, but he already said he wouldn’t…

Bruce met his eyes but quickly averted it, clicking his tongue. “Stop with the long face. Ok, I’ll go with you. But just this time–and I get to chose your suit.”

Clark smile threatened to split his face in two as the butterflies inside his chest somersaulted cheerfully.

“Thank you, Bruce, you won’t regret it!” he sprinted excitedly the remaining stairs all the while shouting, “I’ll tell Ma to buy some pork!”

-

Clark was panicking.

He paced from one side of his apartment to the other, trying to quench his nervousness back inside. Not that his apartment was big, no, it wasn’t even 7 meters in length, but he needed to move to distract himself while he waited for Bruce to pick him up.

Clark squeezed his eyes shut and let an exasperated groan.

Why again did he invite Bruce, of all people? 

He hadn’t realized how stupid his decision had been until the postman came baring a fancy, expensive looking box for him that morning. Inside had been the deep blue suit he now wore. It had come with a note.

‘Please, wash up before putting it on, don’t mess it up. I’m picking you at 6pm.’

He looked at his watch again. 6:15pm.

Ok, he breathed, only one minute since he last checked time. That’s progress.

Bruce was late, but that’s fine. He’s always fashionably late, isn’t he? Yes, that was it. It’s not like Bruce forgot about it. Right? He even went through the trouble to get Clark a proper suit, which, indeed was the finest cloth his body has ever come in contact with.

He slumped on his bed, ignoring the painful crack it let out. If he was being truthful, he actually appreciated this few minutes Bruce gave him. At least he could get comfortable with the fact that he would have to pretend to be Bruce’s boyfriend for a night.

His face heated up instantly. Clark abruptly let his elbows fall on his thighs as he massaged his temples soothingly. Ma would be calling him dramatic, but this felt necessary.

How was he, Clark Kent, the worst liar on the planet Earth (except when it came to his identity) to pretend not to have a massive crush on Bruce Wayne, so that Bruce doesn’t notice, while pretending to be in love with said man, at the same time?

Clark was considered super by some, but this decision was just plain stupid. Maybe super stupid.

A single, clean knock came from his door. Clark spurted to his feet and straightened his clothes, trying to make it even and stop it from looking like he had just been lying on his bed pitifully. One last look in the mirror told him his glasses were a little off, so he quickly adjusted them.

Ok, he breathed out. He was ready.

…Or so he thought. Clark’s breath wasn’t so much as taken but punched away from his lungs as his eyes skimmed over Bruce. He had knew his friend looked good in suits, Clark even saw it face to face a few times before, but for some reason, Bruce looked especially gorgeous in Clark’s hallway lights.

His suit was a smart grey, that hugged him in all the right places, not that Clark would expect anything less. Black slick shoes that looked just bought and a expensive looking watch finished the look. But what had caught Clark’s eyes was his tie, which matched the exact colors of Clark’s own suit.

Clark hoped to anyone listening that his blush didn’t look as bright as it felt. He looked at Bruce’s eyes, blue, sparkling eyes and felt a pang of love mixed with a small dose of lust washing his body. Clark cleared his throat and gave him a shy, trembling smile.

That seemed to snap Bruce out of his own world too. A light blush spreaded over his cheeks as he averted his face away, schooling his expression before facing Clark again.

“I knew the blue suit would look good on you.”

Clark froze with his heart in his throat, watching Bruce walk back towards the flight of stairs he’d just climbed.

-

Clark couldn’t say he missed most the people from his high school years. Of course, there were some people he still talked from time to time, who had also moved to Metropolis and who he would go out with and have a coffee. 

Whenever in Smallville he met with the ones he was closer and decided to take on family business. But it wasn’t many people, he was never one of the popular ones, never want to have the spotlight in his face, specially with his powers flowering in his teens.

So it didn’t make much sense that they were getting all this attention from everyone in the party.

They’ve traveled to Smallville by one of Bruce’s jets, stopping on the Kent’s farm, and from there, they went to the school with Pa’s old truck, not to call too much unwanted attention. The travelling was mostly quiet, they went over the plan as Clark gave Bruce a quick once over of his classmates and his old school. He told Bruce he was a hundred percent sure no one would recognize him. Smallville wasn’t one to keep up with news, specially in the business department. So he needn’t worry.

What Clark didn’t expect was that, even so, they still stood out a lot.

“Maybe is the suits.” Clark whispered to Bruce once the girl who had been talking with them excused herself to the bathroom. Bruce scoffed.

“But these are really simple.” he shook his head in confusion. Clark bit his lips, holding back a laugh, “What’s so funny?” He scowled at Clark.

Clark only shrugged and shook his head. Bruce wouldn’t get it.

“It’s definitely our clothes Bruce.” he couldn’t help the smile that broke his face. God, they were totally overdressed for this reunion and Clark could barely hold back his laugh.

“Or maybe they are stunned that small and shy Clark Kent became a gorgeous tall man that wears good clothes and has a handsome rich man as partner.” Bruce leaned over him, voice flirtatious as he smirked playfully. Too close.

Clark gulped dryly as a crimson blush crawled over his cheeks. This was all an act, he reminded himself, Bruce was doing it for their flirting façade to continue.

He smiled back and tilted his head to the side.

“Of course, that’s very humble of you, dear.” he winked. He could do that too. Two could flirt. Clark might not have Bruce’s experience, but he could follow a little flirt.

Even if his heart kept drumming desperately. 

“Clark? Is that you?” Clark turned around following the source of the woman’s voice. He’d completely forgotten about the other people around them, but smiled once he found himself face to face with Lana. 

“Oh, Lana! How are you?” he gave her a quick friendly hug before getting closer to Bruce’s space. Faking it or not, Clark felt a lot more secure near his friend. 

“I’m fine! Just got here, actually.” her eyes fell on Bruce. She smiled, “And this is…?” 

“Bruce, Clark’s partner.” he held his hand out and shook hers cordially, giving her his best captivating smile, “Nice to meet you, Lana.”

She smiled back, a faint blush covering her beautiful high cheeks. Clark held back the urge to roll his eyes. Of course everyone would be enchanted by Bruce.

“The pleasure is all mine.” she said, voice but a purr. “So? How did you two meet?” She turned back to Clark.

“Work. Bruce is my colleague.” 

“Oh? A journalist as well?” Lana took a sip of her drink, eyes never leaving them.

“Not quite.” Bruce winked, knowing full well how mysterious he sounded and sneaked a hand over Clark’s waist. His heart jumped, eighth time that night, but Clark leaned into it casually.

Lana raised an eyebrow.

“That makes a woman wonder.” she taps her chin amusedly a few times before dropping her hand, “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Clark, and you, Bruce. I’ll catch up with the others, maybe we can talk more later, what you think? It’s been quite a while.”

“Sure it has.” Clark smiled as they both watched her dazzle away.

“You didn’t tell me Lana was your ex when you told me about her.” Bruce deadpanned right on his ear. Clark didn’t know how he still had blood to continue blushing like that.

“How did you know?” there was no point denying it, now that Bruce said it out loud. 

Bruce scoffed and gave him his signature ‘why do I even need to explain’ expression. “It’s written all over you two.”

Clark groaned miserably and Bruce squeezed his his hand over his hips compassionately. Clark blushed, suddenly reminding himself Bruce still had a possessive arm around him. And if he was truthful to himself, he enjoyed the feeling very much.

“Let’s go for another round and later we can get some air, what do you think?” Bruce suggested leading them towards another couple. He raised his eyebrow and smirked, “This is not so different from my galas, it’s quite fun.”

“I thought you hated the galas.” Clark frowned.

“It’s gratifying to see people taken aback by my presence. Especially when they don’t know who I am.”

Clark rolled his eyes foundly. “You are horrible, Bruce.”

Bruce’s smile only grew. He winked again, now directed at him.

“You know it.”

-

“I can’t wait to go home.” Clark said with a sigh. He sat down on his school’s front steps, resting his chin on his hands. All the houses from the main street in front of them were already closed and sound asleep, the only thing illuminating the village were the scattered street lamps, that gave the impression of golden auras hovering the houses. Clark loved it.

It was probably somewhere near two in the morning. Most people already left, a few were too drunk to move, and others were enjoying what was left of the reunion. Not Clark and Bruce.

Bruce rested back into his elbows, also observing the lights from afar. He looked astounding. His coat was gone, he left it inside somewhere, and had his dress shirt sleeve rolled up to his elbows, which, in Clark’s opinion, shouldn’t be as sexy as it was. Bruce had a distant look on his face, eyes probably miles away from where they where.

“Thinking of Gotham?” Clark asked, half joking because he knew the Bat always had his city in mind.

Bruce turned those deep eyes to him. Clark’s breath hitched.

“Honestly? No.” Bruce admitted with a faint voice. His eyes traveled over Clark’s face until going back to his eyes. He let out a vague laugh. “I was thinking about that pork Ms. Kent promised for lunch tomorrow.”

Clark’s eyes widened at the confession. The cricketing around them seemed to lower to a whirring as even the crickets chosen that moment to end their day.

“You’re going to love it.” Clark said, recomposing himself and smiling softly at his friend.

“There isn’t one thing Martha Kent’s ever done that I don’t love.” Bruce whispered, and Clark’s heart threatened to jump from his chest. He broke their intense glaring, feeling a pang of regret stabbing him on the chest.

The night was ending, and so was their relationship, even if fake. Tonight had been both a blessing and a curse, because for all Clark had enjoyed dating Bruce, it was all an illusion and soon reality would put him back to his place, now with a small taste of what could be.

Bruce seemed to notice his glooming state and schooched closer, so they were both sharing the same warmth. Clark burned.

“I should have invited Barry.” he blurted out without thinking. Bruce stiffened next to him, yet Clark didn’t dare turn his face to look at him.

“Why?” Bruce’s voice had now an anxious edge that wasn’t there before. 

Should he say it? Clark was already in a bad place, maybe confessing his feelings wouldn’t matter now.

“Because this part would hurt much less. Wouldn’t hurt at all.” he whispered into the night.

Bruce fell silent and Clark squeezed his eyes shut. He could almost hear that big brain putting the pieces together. Clark only had a few seconds before Bruce got up and left him for good. Maybe it was a bad idea after all.

Too late to change it now. 

Bruce interlaced his fingers together and held tight even as Clark gasped and snapped his face in Bruce’s direction, alarmed. He didn’t dare say anything about it, he didn’t want to break this moment. He even stopped breathing at some point.

“You know why I said yes to come here with you?” Bruce asked breaking the silence softly. Clark waited for an answer, still clammed. “I got jealous of Barry getting the opportunity I’ve been wanting for months now.”

“Bruce…” but Bruce closed his eyes and shook his head lightly, a few locks of his hair falling over his eyes.

“Just– don’t. Let’s just stay here a little while, ok?”

“Ok.” Clark receded. He contemplated the street for a moment before he leaned closer to Bruce, feeling joy bash over him as Bruce embraced it. Their hands a solid connection between them and their hearts, both beating in insane rhythms, yet it easily became Clark’s favorite song.

Bruce rested his head on Clark’s shoulder, the pressure making his heart beat faster, if that was even possible. Clark hummed approvingly and stretched his arm behind Bruce, supporting their weight and successfully getting closer to Bruce.

His smell was intoxicating this close. It was sweet but with a characteristically twinge of something spicy, and if Clark took a deeper breath, he would be able to sense the steel and the kevlar from his uniform.

Oh. Bruce’s face was so close to his, closer than it has ever been. Clark’s cheek was pressed against his forehead, it was just a matter of turning, only a few degrees, and he could– and he would–

“Bruce,” he whispered sounding almost desperately to his own ears, but he was past the point of embarrassment now, “can I?”

Bruce contemplated the question silently and Clark hoped he didn’t have to specify what he wanted, but not long after, Bruce nodded. If Clark didn’t know better, he would say Bruce was shy.

Slowly, afraid of scaring Bruce, Clark turned his face until they were nose to nose. His throat constricted, excitement flew through his veins as they shared one last look, blue eyes unfazed and determined, looking past Clark’s own eyes, looking inside.

He felt raw, exposed. He never wanted this feeling to end.

Clark’s eyes fell, focusing on the one part of Bruce he’d been trying the most to ignore the entire night. His lips were perfectly drawn, soft, Clark could tell only by looking. He leaned forward, only a few inches, and got surprised when Bruce was the one to close the remaining distance.

Yes, soft, was the first thing in Clark’s mind as their lips came together, dancing to the silence music of their heartbeats. Clark’s chest exploded in tiny shatters of relief and love and passion and lust, all mixing into one big emotion that was Bruce.

His hand instinctively found its way to Bruce’s cheek, cupping gently as his thumb caressed him lovingly. They broke apart, forehead against forehead as they breathed hard, not so much from lack of air, but from the intensity of what they just did.

“Why don’t we go home?” Clark rasped out, voice overwhelmed with emotions. Bruce gave him a tiny, intimate smile.

“I’d love to.”

[gatesofember]

Hey! I wrote solangelo fanfics a few years ago, and im hoping ot get back into it again. I was wondering if you had any advice for writing fanfics when you ahve a tumblr? Because I was thinking about posting them on ao3 and ff net (yeah, ik, but its where i used to post them and i still have followers, so) and I was wondering if i should post them on tumblr with links to ao3/ff net, or put ao3 as the source, or just not post them on here... idk. i guess i was just wondering what you would advise

Post here, too! Links from ao3 will automatically be shared by @ao3feed-solangelo, but I think it’s nice to make your own post, too. That way, you can include whatever tags or additional information you want and you can add the full text. I used to just post links here, but now I post the whole fic because I think some people use tumblr as a main platform to read/share fics. Also! @solangeloweek is doing a Will Solace birthday event soon, so participating in that could be a great way to publicize!

This next part is important but kind of hard to explain. If you copy/paste text straight from your word processor to Tumblr, Tumblr will get rid of all your formatting (e.g., italicization). You need to convert your fic to HTML to keep your formatting. To get it to HTML, I paste my text into AO3 with the rich text editor, save the draft, then open it back up and view it in the HTML text editor. Then I copy the whole thing, open a new text post on Tumblr, switch from rich text editor to HTML, and paste. I don’t know if the way I explained that makes sense, but if it doesn’t, I can easily make a little tutorial with screenshots. Let me know! (Btw, this should be fairly obvious but don’t even try to make Tumblr posts on mobile.)

As for how I set up the Tumblr posts: I always use a “read more” link when posting for two reasons: 1) so that I don’t annoy people with a ridiculously long post, and 2) for editing purposes. You know how you always find 50 glaring typos right after posting? Imagine people reblogging that typo-ridden version over and over again... *shudders* With a read more link, they’re sent straight the original post, which you can fix and edit as much as you want.

You can check out my arranged marriage au tag or arranged marriage au directory to see how I set up Tumblr posts now. Here’s a link to the most recent installment. Basically, I format the posts kind of like this:

Title of Fic

Title of Series (if applicable)

Pairing: (e.g., Solangelo) | Rating: (e.g., T)

Link to previous work in series (if applicable) | Link to next work in series (if applicable) | Link to Fanfiction Directory (if you want to make one) | Link to fic on AO3

Summary paragraph.

-Read more link-

Text of fic.

You can add a ff link next to your AO3 link. Hope this helps! Remember to tag your fic appropriately (pairings, characters, book/series titles, etc. — you can check out my posts for ideas on tagging) and let me know if you have more questions.

[serahne]

im kind of curious on your thoughts on a/b/o... do you mind sharing?

Of course !

The a/b/o trope is pretty recent from what I can tell - I honestly can’t remember any a/b/o fanfiction prior to the ao3-aera - and has been written in many, many different ways, so I’ll start with a small definition, so we all know what we are talking about.

( Source )

The Alpha/Beta/Omega trope is a kink trope wherein some of all people have defined biological roles based on a hierarchical system, with the terms originating from animal behaviour research. There may be werewolf, knotting, or other animalistic elements involved, or the characters may be otherwise purely human.

I have very little interest ( or knowledge ) in the fury community, and any a/b/o fic I’ve read were with humans, just so you know where I stand. But I think it’s important to remember that it started as a porn. And I don’t have a lot to say about porn in general : I understand that some people have their preferences, a/b/o isn’t worse or better than another kink.

I personally think that if you read one porn fic with a/b/o elements in it… you pretty much read all of them. It’s not something I avoid at all cost, if it’s well-written I’ll read it, but the trope tends to erase the characters’ personality from canon and… I mean, I am reading fanfics to read about my favorite characters.

But enough talking about the ‘kinky’ side of the trope, and let’s talk relationship and world-building.

Alphas are generally dominant and able to impregnate Omegas. Male Alphas usually have a knot when aroused.Betas are often presented as having “normal” human anatomy with none of the special attributes of Alphas or Omegas.Omegas are generally lowest on the hierarchy (although in some fanworks Omegas are rare and prized)

A a/b/o society is a terrible society, where people are put in a hierarchical system depending on their biology. Considering the percentage of women writing fanfictions, you can understand why this trope talks to them, on a world-building level. More than just ‘alphas demand, omegas obey’, we see that a lot of masculine attribute are attributed to alphas (strenght, charisma, agressivity) and feminine attribute are attributed to omegas (beauty, grace, fragility). I’m not going to spend a lifetime on it, but omegas are the ones who are sexually assaulted in fics, omegas are the ones who receive sexist remarks, they are the ones with the passive role in a relationship.

There are a lot of people who don’t like a/b/o because it’s sexist, homophobic, but I personally disagree that a setting can convey any value. It’s the way it’s treated that matters. And, technically, the a/b/o can make for an amazing story. Two people from different social statues, who still manage to fall in love and are united to fight an unfair society… this is some cool shit, and the plot of a ton of teenagers-oriented litterature.

From what I’ve read ( and excluding the porn, because I really have nothing more to say about this, enjoy what you enjoy people ! ), there are three ways to write the a/b/o trope :

The most-common, a.k.a, the romantic comedy

The a/b/o setting is mostly there to add some spice to the relationship but really, it could just as well happen without. The subtext of sexism isn’t really adressed, and most of the time, the a/b/o trope used there is a ‘lightened’ version, where omegas aren’t subjected to any bad treatement or anything. Can also be used to justify a m/m relationship in a context where it wouldn’t be accepted, I guess. I don’t have strong opinions on these, they are problematic as much as a romantic comedy can be, you are still rooting for the characters to get their happiness because they seem to be happy together. Can be pretty short if it doesn’t have a subplot.

Favorite one : Seeking his hand, by magic__mind. It’s Victorian AU fanfiction, with L and Light from Death Note. I like slowburn, and I like pining characters sending each others letters, so that’s right up in my alley.

My favorite, a.k.a, let’s burn the society, or let’s die trying.

Okay, that might be a little misleading. But these are basically fanfictions that treat the a/b/o system as the enemy. Often starring a mighty omega who is - pardon my french - sick of this shit and absolutely decided to turn the table around. This kind of fic will include a lot of internalized se… omegaism from the character, before they realize that they aren’t the ones he should hate, he should hate the entire society instead.

If the fanfic focuses more on the relationship, then it’s about building a relationship with someone that you are not the equal of, and how frustrating and impossible it can seem. A good relationship is necessarily a balanced one, and the a/b/o trope is a big ‘nope, try again’ in this philosophy.

I personally do think that writers who takes the time to go this way tend to make an amazing job.

Favorite one(s) : Primitive Liars, by Nilahxapiel, another L/Light ( can I say that the Death Note fandom probably has the best a/b/o fics ? ) where my favorite scene has Light getting drunk, and calling L, and because L knows that Light would feel humiliated if he manhandled him or helped him, he gets drunk too, and they both jump from a bridge or something. This is beautiful.

And A Stiller Doom, which is an Ota/yuri from YOI ( even though the relationship takes the backseat ) where the a/b/o trope is arguably just an excuse to talk about discrimination, and the way society hierarchize people. It’s just the most politcal fic I could think of with this trope.

The “E.L James, is that you ?”, aka I checked the tags three times, and I wonder if the author forgot to add ‘abusive relationship’.

You know, it’s that kind of think where you wonder if you should be rooting for the omega to escape the hell out of his alpha, or something. Weirdly enough, a lot of these fics can start like the other two, with an independant-minded omega ( we can see some shade of ‘I’m not like other girls’ sometimes but… ) who wants to live their lives like they want to, and are devastated when they learnt they are omega…

… and then their arc is about accepting their place and submitting to an alpha, and it’s fine because they are in love ?

This is really the category that gives a bad name to a/b/o fics, and there are quite a lot of them out there. It’s often the fic where you get the extra-feminization of the omega, insufferable jealousy from the alpha confronted to a rival that is somehow ‘hot’, mpreg, sexual slavery, etc… In these fics, the a/b/o dynamic is treated as something positive, that brings two people together and offer them happiness, and that’s worth it because they are oh-so perfect for each others.

These fanfictions tend to have the most sex scenes, so I could link them to the ‘kinky’ side of the trope but the truth is… that the writers didn’t think one second at their context. They didn’t realize what kind of story they were writing. And honestly sometimes I’m just… what ? You can’t have character A rape characters B and then expect me to ship them, right ? RIGHT ? Obviously, the ‘consent’ question isn’t even one in these fics.

I can’t read their fics, because they create such dissonnance in my brain. I just want to reach to my favorite character and shake them until they go back to being themselves instead of being some kind of cliché omega/alpha that was forced onto them. There is nothing sadder than watching your favorite character tries to fight an unfair, disgusting system and then slowly giving up and be satisfied with their lot in life.

TL;DR

The a/b/o trope is still pretty young, and I feel like the fandom still didn’t entirely understood what a society affected by this trope would be like. Some authors do, and I honestly love their fics, but a lot of writers still take the entire world-building at face value, without seeing it as a metaphor for our own world - which it’s totally. I do have hope that in the future, the writers will be me knowledgeable on this trope, that they will read others’ take on it, and will stop ignoring the subtext.

Let’s face it, though : the porn will stay.

[lvtvr]

Deepest Shade fic playlist

i made one bc i am Basic™. updated as i go along! it’s gonna be so fuckin long lads

note: the final song on this playlist is instrumental music that gives off the noir vibe i’m going for, so it’s good to just have on in the background while reading!

read the fic

listen on youtube

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Tracklist

Feeling Good - Michael Bublé

Donatella - Lady Gaga {warning: potentially triggering lyrics re: eating disorders}

Autumn Leaves (jazz standard)

La cathédrale engloutie - Claude Debussy

Reflets dans l’eau - Claude Debussy

Nights Of Love - Papa Roach

Toxic - Britney Spears (Postmodern Jukebox cover)

Blow Your Mind (Mwah) - Dua Lipa

Runaway (U & I) - Galantis

How To Be A Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds

Ain’t My Fault - Zara Larsson

Gambling Man - The Overtones

Desire - Meg Myers

The Man - The Killers

Call Me Devil - Friends In Tokyo

Chandelier - Sia

Dazzle - Oh Wonder

Casual Affair - Panic! at the Disco

Just (Tap) Dance - Lady Gaga (Postmodern Jukebox cover)

Kung - Samir & Viktor

Heaven Knows - The Pretty Reckless

Hit & Run - Hayley Kiyoko

Fever - Peggy Lee cover by Sloane Skylar ft. Shaun Canon {original version on Spotify}

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

I’m A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe

I Don’t Care - Fall Out Boy

Runnin’ - Adam Lambert

BLUE - Troye Sivan ft. Alex Hope

Hotter Than Hell - Dua Lipa

After Party - Adore Delano

Stay - Zedd, Alessia Cara

Trouble - Valérie Broussard

Oops!... I Did It Again - Britney Spears (Postmodern Jukebox cover)

Still Falling For You - Ellie Goulding

Buy The Stars - Marina and the Diamonds

Constellations - Adore Delano

No Money - Galantis

Symphony - Clean Bandit ft. Zara Larsson

Ambient jazz music

more notes/thoughts about each song under the cut! ♡

Feeling Good: This was the song that inspired the fic. It was originally going to be a oneshot, and this was my soundtrack for it. Love that big band swing. Also I’ve heard from a reliable source that it has a James Bond vibe, which is just *ok sign*

Donatella: I’ve listened to this song so many times while writing this. So many. It was originally my sassy Lance song, but is also an A+ Lotor song ksdlgjsg

Autumn Leaves, Reflets, Cathédrale: Played on the piano by Lance in ch. 1. I picked the Debussy songs because they’re both water themed.

Nights Of Love: HOLY SHIT THIS SONG. A forgotten gem from my long-buried emo phase, this song is ridiculous and a bit embarrassing and incredibly indulgent. This song is this entire fic in music form. I am so happy. *wipes tear*

Toxic: Look, you just don’t need to explain why Toxic is on a smut fic playlist. Ever.

Blow Your Mind (Mwah): Possibly one of the most Klance songs ever. Just look up the lyrics trust me on this. Also the video is kinda gay and full of hot girls like can blonde pixie and camo shirt both date me pls

Runaway (U&I): God. This is so Lance I die. “I know that I’m rich enough for pride” GOD leave me alone

How To Be A Heartbreaker: I fuckin love this song and I can’t believe I didn’t put it on here earlier, so thanks to the asker who reminded me that I should.

Ain’t My Fault: Just ... a good thirst song in general.

Gambling Man: Self-explanatory. Recommended bg music for chapter 2.

Desire: It’s just. Sexy. And honestly reflects what I imagine Keith’s sexuality to be like? Very wild, untamed, yet needy as fuck

The Man: This was recced by Yulivee @AO3 as a good song for Lance and the act he puts on!! 

Call Me Devil: The Lotor song holy shit im dyin scoob

Chandelier: Langst™ Dazzle: THIS SONG IS SO IMPORTANT THIS SONG WAS MADE FOR THIS FIC I HONESTLY CANNOT DEAL IM A MESS PLEASE LISTEN TO IT. Also this was originally from Ruvi’s playlist for this fic!!

Casual Affair: This is what I listened to while I was writing the first scene in chapter 5. I love it so much. Also from Ruvi’s list.

Just (Tap) Dance: That’s right!! From Ruvi’s list!! Why don’t I just put u in charge of the fic, mate. Also I like this version better than the original tbh

Kung: Okay listen I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist......... this is basically a trashy Swedish party song about living like a king and there’s one line that goes “boys who struggle, cry and fight / no one can lose it like we do” and I just. Listened to it a lot while thinking about Lance and Lotor. It’s an open secret that I love trashy pop music so just indulge me here DJSDKGJdg

Heaven Knows: Gives me a Keith vibe just in general???

Hit & Run: I love this song so much. Inspired the piano bar scene. From Ruvi’s list.

Fever: This is what Lance plays at the bar and I would DIE for this version I love it SO MUCH.

Million Dollar Man: This is about Lotor. Got dam. (thanks Ruvi im just stealing all of ur recs jsgjsdg)

I’m A Wanted Man: Also gives me a Keith vibe. Good for when I’m thinking about his backstory.

I Don’t Care: I listen to this to picture Keith thirsting for Lance tbh

Runnin’: GOD I love this and you can actually interpret it as being about any char but for me? It’s Lotor. Most definitely.

BLUE: Keith’s feelings for Lance. catch me crying in the club

Hotter Than Hell: Listen I’m always here for that good sexy content and this is it aaa (also this artist is like my age im???? wow)

After Party: the actual best lancelot porn song bye

Stay: This was recced by Sky, and, well, Klance.

Trouble: I love this song so much?? Just the vibe and her voice and everything? I mostly put it on here to indulge myself. (Also, I found it via that space cowboys AU by Mytay on AO3, so check that out if y’all wanna!!)

Oops!... I Did It Again: Lancelot!!! Also I fuckin’ love these covers, goddamn.

Still Falling For You: Okay so I couldn’t resist putting this on here too, because it’s like... the quintessential (heh) Klance song. If your Klance dynamic doesn’t fit this song, you’re not doing Klance right; that’s just an objective fact.

Buy The Stars: The Lancelot Song, pals. oh my god. ohhhhhhh my god.

Constellations: this is for a scene that hasn’t appeared in the fic yet but oh boy am i crying

No Money: This is a Lance song and I’m not telling you why.

Symphony: Sky linked me this one too and I have been crying ever since I think y’all can figure this one out for urselves aaaa