In his life, he was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan. He had two dreams. One, to be the one and only Monique Gibeau in post-war France. The other? To be with the one and only Mischa Bachinski. When Noel figured out his sexual identity, he realized something else. That he was fond over...
"You're so reckless, Lockwood. There are no lengths you won't go to." "You know it's because I love you, right?" Lockwood and Lucy. If you are as heartbroken over never seeing them officially admit how much they love each other in the books as I am, then maybe you've come to the right place. It will happen eventually...
Choir has been so boring lately. It's always the same old "Listen to the ginger who puts everyone down and sight read the music you've learned all semester!" Nothing fun ever happens. I sit down in my chair for choir when I notice a person talking to Father Marcus, frowning an uncontrollable amount. This should be in...
mischa used to write in a journal to help improve his English but he ended up writing in it all the time. especially about noel. (my headcanon btw) these entries probably wouldn't be the only ones in his journal but i just wanted these entries to be about him and noel. these are all just little ideas i had for nischa...
just what the title says. Will probably do things like angst, fluff and chatfics. Its mostly nischa / Passionfruit but I might do other ships, feel free to suggest things.
Random Ride The Cyclone Mischa x Noel fan fiction! I'm not exactly sure how to describe the plot, but keep in mind that this takes place BEFORE the accident. ◦•●◉✮ 𝐶𝑂𝑅𝑁𝐷𝑂𝐺 ✮◉●•◦
Noel had basically never talked to Mischa in his life. They had a few small interactions, but never held a full conversation. Then one day Mischa totally saves Noel's ass from getting kicked and they become friends. Mischa has a bi-wakening and then yeah (This fic is told entirely from Noel's perspective btw) SHIPS: ...
Alexander knows he loves Laurens. He also knows that he is straight and only has a platonic relationship with Laurens. He does not think about the taste of Laurens' lips, the soft curls of his hair framing his honey-drop freckles, the curve and snap of the muscles under his skin, or the region under his breeches he wo...
