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"Ice Cold", a Leon Kennedy x reader fanfiction

As an Art and Design student all you want to do is just knuckle down and finish that one goddamn piece you've been working on for months. Too bad your time is constantly stolen by your Waiter job with minimal pay, but hey, at least the tips are good if you unbutton your shirt that one more time.

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Chapter 6: The Bar

“You have to be kidding me right now!” You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “It was the first time I haven’t shown up to work, I always did my job exactly how you wanted me to and this is your thanks? I told you what happened and you don't even care at all! I was literally unconscious and in shock after what occurred that day.” You exclaimed and shook your head, not believing what you were hearing.

“I'm truly sorry, but you know how we handle things here. I'm sure a young and outgoing person like you will find a new job without any problems. We will send you the money for the last days you were working. Now, if you will excuse me, I’ve got a restaurant to take care of.” Your boss, well ex-boss, went through the door and left you standing in his office in disbelief. You picked up all your personal items before then heading to the front door. You looked around once more, thinking about all the years you were working here. You said one last goodbye to your coworkers before heading out the door, leaving this part of your life behind.

You went to your own car - finally having a driver's license after Leon made sure you got your private lessons - ready to drive home. But as you were sitting down you realized that that wasn't what you really wanted. The best thing to do now was to see Leon, so that's exactly where you were going.

You pulled into Leon’s driveway and parked in front of the front door. “I didn’t know you were going to be here today.” Angel greeted you as you stepped out of the car.

“Neither did I.” You answered and walked to the door, letting yourself in. You found Leon in the kitchen and he was leaning over a bottle of whiskey. “Leon?” You raised an eyebrow, thinking it was kind of early to drink but didn't say anything to him.

You must have scared him as he shot up to look at you. He looked rough, his hair was a mess and his grey clothes were stained. “Buttercup!” He smiled as he walked over to you. “I didn’t know you were coming over today, I thought you were at work.” He planted a kiss on your forehead and rubbed your arms.

“I got fired.” You simply blurted out, rather than trying to avoid it. “Since I didn’t go to work that one day last week my boss seriously wasn’t happy.” You lightly waved Leon off of you and sat down at the kitchen counter. “I’ve never missed a day for like three years but one day! One day! Is enough to get me fired.” You placed your head in your hands and groaned.

“Well fuck that guy.” He pulled a cereal box out of a cupboard under the kitchen island and placed it into a bowl.

“Fuck that guy…” You replied. “Now I need to waste the next week of my life trying to find a new job.

Leon finally put some milk into the bowl too. “You’re a college student, you don’t need a full time job.” He placed the bowl in front of you as you looked up at him. “Eat up, Buttercup.”

You looked down at the cereal and you pushed it around with your spoon. “I’m not really hungry, Leon.” You pushed the bowl back towards him and you brushed your hair with your hand. “It’s not that I need a job, I just like having one, it keeps me busy and the extra money never hurts.”

“But wasn’t the pay terrible?” He raised his eyebrow as he began to eat your food. “And super sexual? Your co-worker Mimi told me about how you would unbutton your shirt and wear super tight pants so that the customers would tip you more…”

“True.” You admitted. “So I’ll look for something different. Maybe I can be a personal assistant like Angel and Daisy.”

“They’re more than just assistants y’know.” Leon continued to eat. “Those two have joined me on a job, saved my life once or twice.”

“It’s four in the afternoon, why are you eating cereal?” You eventually asked.

“We don’t have any food, Angel wasn’t able to go shopping this morning.” He said as he placed his empty bowl in the sink. “How about an office job?”

“That’s a bit boring, dontcha think?”

“Umm. How about that internship you were going for?”

“I still have three months left of college, once I'm done with that and I have the grades for it, I can apply.” You admitted as you got off the bar stool, not having eaten any of the food Leon gave you. Leon watched you while you were filling your glass with water and some ice to cool down. You drank it and watched Leon do the same, just with his glass of whiskey. “Isn't it a little too early to drink?” The words left your mouth before you were even thinking about it. Now it was Leon's turn to raise an eyebrow at your comment.

“Are you my mom or what now? I think I know when or when I cannot have a drink.” He snapped at you, which really surprised you.

"Obviously I am not. But that's not really responsible of you, is it? I just don't get it, why you're drinking at this time and so often in general the past weeks." You thought about what you were saying, realizing his drinking behavior dates back to the first time you even met. "I get that your job isn't easy and stuff but day drinking? Really? Seems kind of low to me, Leon."

Leon let out a laugh and shook his head. "If all you want to do now is complain you can leave. That's not what I wanted you here for."

You looked at him again with big eyes. "So you don't wanna talk? I don't know what it is that’s between us, but it can't always be good and fun. I'm literally just worried about your health!"

"Worried? I think I know what's good for me much better than you do, I'm not the child here." He spat at you as he drank from his glass.

"So if you’re not ‘the child’ does that mean that I am?” You looked at him speechless. “That's how you see me? I understand that I'm a lot younger than you but I'm not a child! And just because I'm trying to talk about something serious? What is going on with you Leon?" He didn't even look at you. Instead he poured himself another drink and took a sip. You shook your head and let out a scoff. You then grabbed your jacket and went to the door. Before leaving you looked back to Leon, hoping he would apologize or stop you from leaving, instead you got nothing. You slammed the door behind you shut and you heard something break. “A fucking mansion and his front door cant even handle a slam..” You muttered to yourself as you went over to your car. Angrily you left his driveway and drove in the direction of home.

Your roommate was home for the holidays, leaving you in your apartment alone. Rather than sitting on the couch feeling sorry for yourself you tried to get some work done.

Looking for jobs was much harder than you remember. “Host. Nope. Grocery store worker. Eh, I guess that could work. Stripper?! Hm, if I'm desperate enough, maybe…” You spent hours looking and applying to jobs, most of them being just over minimum wage but any money is better than none.

Eventually you gave up and just began to watch TV on your laptop, endlessly flicking through the channels available to you. Since none of it looked interesting you put on something random and picked up your sketchbook. As the noise played in the background and your pencil ran across the paper your eyelids became heavier and heavier, those combined with the fact that it was now eleven at night.

The sound of your phone vibrating on your wooden desk ripped you from your sleep. At first you ignored it, being far too tired to want to actually open your eyes. It started to vibrate again. You rubbed your eyes, trying to see clearly in the dark and waking yourself up. You looked at your phone confused, wondering who wanted you so late at night. You unlocked it and looked at the time first. “Almost two in the morning... damn”, you muttered to yourself. After that you checked your notification and let out a sigh. Multiple messages from Leon just in the past few hours you were asleep. You didn't even bother looking at them, knowing that he was drunk. Most of the messages didn't even make sense and there was no way to read or understand them. Before locking the phone again, an unknown number called you. Unsure about who it could be, you waited for the call to end. But soon after the same number called again. You let out a sigh, answering the call. "Hello? Can I help you?" You asked tiredly. You didn't recognize the voice talking to you, but you could hear Leon mumbling in the background. The person told you something about Leon being totally wasted and that he requested for you to come and pick him up. Unsure about what to do, especially after the argument you had earlier, you still agreed to picking him up. You ended the call and put your phone away. Putting your head in your hands, you let out another sigh and shook your head. You quickly went to your kitchen and put on a pot of coffee, needing caffeine otherwise you would fall asleep before you even got to Leon.

As you grabbed your jacket, phone and coffee you looked at your car keys and shoved them into your pocket. You knew you couldn’t take your car as you didn’t want to leave it at the bar considering it was twenty miles from home. “Why couldn’t he have gone to a local bar?”

You waited outside in the rain for a taxi to come and pick you up. You’d be sure to charge this cost on Leon’s credit card.

Faint music was in the background as you walked through the door to ‘Billy’s Bar’ and it only took you a second to find Leon. “Buttercup!” He waved and blew a kiss at you the second he spotted you.

“Hey Leon.” You somewhat smiled as you sat down next to him at the bar. “What mess have you gotten yourself into?” You muttered as you waved over the bartender, them giving you the bill. “How can you rack up eighty dollars in one night?”

You searched Leon’s pockets for his wallet but came up empty. “Woah there Buttercup, let’s go home first before you start to pull my pants off.” You simply rolled your eyes at his drunk comment.

You groaned as you gave up the search for his wallet and eventually you just placed your own stack of cash on the bar, giving a little extra for the bartender as a tip. “Come on.” You got off the stool. “Let’s get you home.” Leon got off his stool and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Jesus Leon, don’t do that…” You wiped the kiss off of you and shook your head as the two of you left the bar and into the pouring rain. “Keys?” You held out your hand and he placed his keys in your palm. The keys to one of his fancy cars that you don't even know the name of but you were pretty sure that it was an Audi of some sort. It had four doors and four wheels, good enough.

“I can drive Butterc- cup.” He hiccuped as he talked, proving just how much he shouldn’t drive.

“I’ll be fine…” You clicked the keys and the lights on the car flashed. You took Leon to the passenger side of the car and forced him off of you as you opened the door for him. He leant on the roof to help himself into his seat and you then closed the door behind him. “Alright, it’s just like my car… just a lot quicker and a lot more expensive…” You mumbled to yourself as you hopped in the driver’s seat and started the engine. The loud roar was enough to make you almost pee yourself due to your nerves.

You gripped your hands on the steering wheel and put the car into drive. The car immediately shot forward and you instantly slammed on the breaks, causing Leon to bash his face on the dashboard. “Oh fuck!” You put the car into park and looked at Leon’s nose. “I’m so sorry.” You carefully brushed your hand on his nose and luckily it didn’t feel as if it was broken.

“I’m fine…” Leon’s eyes rolled back in his head and he leant back in his seat. You simply huffed at him and leant over him, grabbing his seatbelt. As you went back to your seat you sighed at him as you looked at him sleeping.

You buckled your own seatbelt and started the car again, now more carefully. You checked all the buttons and hoped for the best as you left the parking spot slowly. Before you stepped on the gas once more to drive onto the street you looked over to Leon, who was now half asleep. Just sometimes he looked up again or out the window without saying anything. Which was probably better because he wouldn't say anything useful anyway in his state. You drove on the main street and gripped the wheel, concentrating on the dark and rainy road before you. You tried putting on some music but soon shut it off again because it just irritated you. So you just drove around silently trying to find a way to Leon's house. Every now and then Leon muttered something, more to himself than to you. You shook your head blaming yourself for his behavior. Letting out a sigh you concentrated on the road again and silently went on.

You drove for around five minutes before Leon began to get bored. “Buttercup?”

“Hey Leon…” You replied to him, keeping your eyes on the road because you didn’t want to swerve into a ditch.

“You’re the best.” You could see him smile at you in the corner of your eye. He held out his hand and you simply ignored it. “Please?” He wiggled his fingers, wanting you to hold his hand. You scoffed as you dropped your right hand from the wheel, placing your hand in his. “I love you, Buttercup.” He smiled at you again but you simply ignored it.

“You’re drunk, Leon.” You took your hand back from him, in annoyance.

You wanted him to say that he loved you, but not like this, not in a drunk slur. “I’m serious.”

"Yea, sure you are." You rolled your eyes and looked straight to the street, not giving him anymore attention.

"You're so mean, Buttercup." He began whining like a little child which made you laugh sarcastically.

"You’re behaving like a child now, Leon. I told you earlier today that it doesn't have anything to do with ages." You shook your head, thinking about the argument from earlier.

"I'm sorryyy..for snapping at you like that earlier.. do you forgive me? Pleaseeee Buttercup.." You raised your eyebrow at his apology, not thinking much of it.

"I can't forgive you when all you do is lie when you’re drunk. Say sorry again when you're sober and we'll see." You felt him moving in his seat, now directly facing you. You gave him a short look and tried pushing him back into his seat. "Leon, please sit down correctly. I can't concentrate like this."

He had a smug smile on his face now. "Am I all you can concentrate on now?" Leon came closer to you and you backed up, now shoving him away with your right hand. The road in front of you was still slippery and dark and you couldn't drive like this. In a short motion you stepped on the brakes and stopped at the side of the street. Now facing Leon as well you tried pushing him back into his own seat, hoping he would leave you alone now. He still resisted and even though he was totally drunk he still was stronger than you. He grabbed your wrists and came closer to you, almost sitting on your lap now. You were able to keep some distance with your legs but it wasn't an easy task. "Buttercuuup.." He began again as he started playing with your fingers. "I'm serious.. I loveee you, since the first time I met you." You looked at him, searching his face. People always say that drunk people speak the truth but a part in you didn't want to believe it. Not because you didn't have feelings for Leon, but this whole situation seemed wrong to you. You realized it wouldn't get you far when arguing in this state so you just let him talk, not giving it much thought. Leon continued talking but he soon noticed you didn't even listen anymore. As soon as he came closer to you again you snapped back to reality.

You unfastened your seatbelt and got out of the car. You walked through the rain to Leon's side of the car and also opened his door. He looked at you confused but didn't say anything. You loosened his seatbelt and almost threw him out of his seat and out the car. He just about caught his balance, looking at you perplexed. You tried finding the right words but didn't even know what you were doing here. Leon leaned on the side of the car, already totally soaking wet. "Leon, I don't know what's going on with you but I can't continue driving when you keep on annoying me like that! So please just shut up or we're gonna stay out here until you're sober again, I don't care!" You shouted towards him, hoping he would even hear you through the loud and heavy rain. You came closer to him again, waiting for an answer. It seemed like hours passed, but Leon didn't say a thing. You groaned and opened the back door. You grabbed Leon's arm and pushed him inside. Overwhelmed by the sudden force, he fell into the backseat taking you with him. So now you lay on top of Leon, both of you totally wet. You felt Leon's warm breath and also the smell of alcohol. You suddenly felt hot and everything around you seemed to stop, all you saw was Leon. He looked you deep in the eyes and you into his. Without even thinking about it, you felt Leon's big hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to his face. And the next thing you felt were his lips on yours. For a split second you leaned into the kiss, before realizing what was happening. In an instant you shot up and pushed yourself away from Leon. He looked at you, confused and heartbroken. "Leon. Let's just get you home now." You helped him put on a seatbelt without speaking another word and then went back to the driver's seat. The rest of the drive home neither of you spoke a word but every now and then you felt Leon staring at you from the back.

Finally you arrived at his home. Even though it was raining you could still make out the driveway and main door. You didn't bother parking the car in his garage, so you stopped in front of the door. You took the keys and before leaving the car you looked back at Leon. He wasn't asleep. He looked out the window, like most of the time during the ride. It reminded you of a child that wanted to stop at the local McDonald's but his parents didn't want to. You shook your head and tried hiding your smile. After that you left the car and also helped Leon out. Both of you didn't say a word as you walked to the door. Leon's arm was around your back for balance but you didn't mind it. It was better than letting him walk alone and him ending up injuring himself. You opened the front door, which was unlocked to your surprise. Apparently no one in this house thinks it could be possible that a thief would come here to say hello. You took off your own jacket which was totally drenched and hung it up. You then did the same for Leon, without any words exchanging either.

"I should probably get you something dry to wear. You're gonna get sick otherwise." You said more to yourself than to Leon but he still heard you and agreed.

"Let's.. just go upstairs and change there. It doesn't matter if the house gets dirty." Leon already started walking towards the stairs but you soon followed after noticing how he couldn't even walk straight. You then helped him upstairs and you went into the bathroom.

"I'll get you something to sleep in, just.. sit here and don't move. Can you do that for me?" He nodded silently and you left the room. You went into his bedroom and got some pajamas for him and also something for you to wear. As you entered the bathroom you found Leon sitting in the bathtub, naked. Even though you've seen him half naked before this wasn't what you wanted to see. Covering your eyes you threw his pajamas over. Obviously he didn't catch them so now they were lying next to him. "Jesus, Leon. What are you doing? I asked one thing of you and-"

"Sorry, Buttercup.. I just didn't want to freeze." He put his legs closer to him and rested his head on top of them. You shook your head and even though you didn't want to, you had to agree with him. You were also cold and wearing wet clothes didn't help. You sighed and looked at him. "Are you gonna shower by yourself or do you need help?" You felt like his caretaker right now but you also couldn't leave him hanging now. He looked at you with big eyes, which basically begged for you to help him. You sighed once again before walking over to him. You started the shower making sure it was warm enough. It was just a quick way of warming him up, not wanting to spend any more time with a naked and drunk Leon. After you were done you helped him out of the bathtub and put him into a towel. After drying him a little bit you helped him get into his pajamas and walked him into his bedroom. You watched him get into bed and before taking a shower yourself you saw him drifting off into a deep sleep. Closing the door behind you silently you went back into the bathroom and took a shower and changed into some of Leon's clothing. Nothing too special but at least it would keep you warm. After you put all the wet clothes away you went downstairs to try to get some sleep as well. You entered the living room and lay down on the big couch. Just a few minutes later you felt sleep take over and take you into a world of dreams.

You woke up the next morning to Angel's voice. "Hey there. Sorry to wake you up, I just wanted to see you before heading out again." You sat up and stretched, looking at Angel. "Thank you for bringing Leon home. I wasn't home yesterday and.. I'm sorry you had to see him like that." You shook your head, putting a hand on Angel's shoulder.

"Don't apologize for that. It's no big deal.. I think. Does this happen often? He was so.. weird yesterday." You looked down, feeling guilty for snapping at Leon like that yesterday, maybe being the reason for him ending up drunk.

"It's, well, it happened before. He always likes to drink but I'm not sure what's going on to be honest. But don't worry, okay? It has nothing to do with you or anything. Chances are high he's just fed up with work, I don't blame him." You nodded, smiling at Angel now. She then stood up and gave you a small smile before turning to leave. Before leaving though she turned back to you. "I prepared some coffee for you and Leon. Maybe try waking him up. And.. try not to be too mad at him, would you?" She waved to you one more time before leaving the room and soon the house.

You got your two mugs of coffee and you went up the stairs to wake up Leon. As you put your hand on the doorknob you could already hear his snoring so you made sure to be quiet. He laid face up on the bed and his hair was extremely messy, so rather than waking him up like you originally planned you just sat on the chair by the window and drank your coffee. The rain from last night was still just as terrible, if not worse to the point where you couldn't even look out the window, you needed some other source of entertainment. You picked up one of the books that Angel had placed in there as decor and began to read it. It was only a small book, something about a knight in shining armor there to save the princess, just like all the other fairy tales. As you were reaching the end of the book you could hear Leon beginning to stir, his breathing had become a lot lighter and his snoring had stopped, meaning he was pretty much awake now. You took another sip from your coffee and you could see Leon sitting up in bed. He had his hand on his head and you could tell that it was pounding. “Good morning, Sleepyhead.” You gave him a faint smile as you tapped the table, another mug of coffee waiting for Leon.

He groaned as he waved his arm at you, wanting you to bring the coffee to him. At first you just shook your head at him and clicked your tongue but he wouldn't give up, you were too tired to argue about it so you just sat on the side of the bed, your back facing him. “You’re mad."

“You think?” You snapped at him, still looking forward, at the blank wall in front of you.

“I’m sorry, Buttercup.” He sat up properly and shuffled towards you, being careful not to spill his cold coffee. “I was being stupid. I had a bad morning and I just wanted to chill out for the rest of the day, have a nice drink and just relax by the pool or something.”

“Oh so me arriving for a surprise visit, that's what derailed your day?” You turned to face him and you could tell that the two cogs in his brain were working overtime.

“What? No!” He shook his head as he tried to get a grasp on the situation. “I overreacted to you asking about my drinking problem-”

“Oh so now you admit that it's a problem?” You interrupted him, by now your body was fully turnt to him, just by your body language he knew that you were more than just pissed at him.

“It’s always been a problem.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I can try and explain it.” You simply huffed at him, wanting to hear his excuse but still wanting him to know that you're angry. “After Raccoon City I began to get pretty bad nightmares. Like really, really bad nightmares. You can guess why.” You simply nodded at it, feeling guilty now that you got him to explain. “I couldn’t sleep for weeks at a time, so I tried my best to just keep myself busy. Hobbies, people, anything. I would sometimes go out to bars and whatnot and I figured out that after a few drinks I would usually sleep better that night.” He adjusted himself in bed so that he was fully sitting upright, his full attention on you as he talked. “I’ve been doing it for years, Buttercup. It’s just a hobby I guess.”

You didn’t really know what to say. Sure you lived with college kids so you were around drinking fanatics 24/7 but an actual alcoholic? You didn’t have much experience.

“Buttercup, I’ve tried everything.” He leant forward and grabbed your hand, rather than you recoiling like the night before you accepted it and you shuffled yourself closer to him, sitting cross legged next to him on the bed. You hesitated before leaning your head on his shoulder and also grabbing his hand.

"I don't know how I can help, Leon. But you can't continue like this. I.. I didn't recognize you yesterday, you were so different. I don't want to worry about you, when you're out for a drink. I just-" You looked up to him with big eyes, some tears forming inside them. You felt so helpless and even bad for not noticing anything earlier. Leon squeezed your hand.

"Shh.. it's okay, Buttercup. After I met you, I tried to stop drinking, you can even ask Angel. But the nightmares never end. The only time I was able to sleep through the night was.. when you were here and slept next to me. Knowing I wasn't alone, feeling you next to me, it helped me." You blushed and gave him a small smile, but deep down you knew this wouldn't help long-term.

"Even if I stay here to sleep in your bed, you will always want to drink. And I can't be here with you all the time. You need.. we need something else to fix this problem." You took a deep breath. "Leon, I think you need professional help. Like, I don't know, medication to help you sleep?" You looked at him unsure of what you could do to help.

"I tried that before, Buttercup. I swear I tried it many times before but I also fell back into this habit. I can't change it anymore." You shook your head.

"No Leon, stop saying stuff like this. You may have tried before but.. now I'm here. I'll help you. I promise I will not leave your side, we will do this together. We can work in small steps, you hear me? Like.. you always drink your whiskey with ice, right? What about you trying to put in less alcohol and more ice? Step by step? It's worth a shot and this way it isn't cold withdrawal. What do you say?" You looked at him with big eyes, kind of proud of your idea. A small smile rested on Leon's face as he looked at you.

"It's worth a shot. But don't get your hopes up too high. This won't be easy and.. if things don't work out, I don't know who I'll be then."

"Leon. I am not leaving you alone now. We will do this together and no matter what happens, I'll be here. I believe in you." You lay your arms around him and hugged him. You felt his arms around your body and smiled. After a short while you let go of him. Both of you took a sip of your stone cold coffee and sat there in silence, the only sound being the rain outside the house.

You saw Leon fidgeting around and looked at him questioningly. Before you could ask what he was thinking about he began speaking. "You know, uhm, what I said yesterday. I meant it. Sure, I was drunk and all but…", he turned to you. "I love you. I have for a long time now but I didn't know how to say it. But I really do." You looked at Leon with big eyes, shocked that he would bring this topic up again. Unsure of what to say you stood up and walked around the room. Leon's gaze followed you and you felt bad for not saying anything. After walking up and down you finally sat back next to him again. "Leon, I.. I don't know what to say. I mean.. I. God. Leon. I love you. I really do." You let out a small laugh. This whole situation felt so bizarre to you. You saw a big smile growing on Leon's face and you had to return it. He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you to him. You looked each other in the eyes, knowing what both of you needed now. Leon closed the gap between you two and after so long you kissed him. Without being drunk. Just a real and honest kiss, both of you wanting it and knowing it was the right thing. “So what was the bad news that you got yesterday morning?” You asked him as you pulled away.

“I have to go to Italy for a job.” He smirked. “But I think I might drag you along with me, we can have some time together once I'm done with work.” You thought about the offer for a split second before agreeing.

"At least I don't have a job where I have to ask for permission anymore." You jokingly said, trying to make the best of the situation.

"Well then we have a plan. Sooo, you better get home and pack your things. We should be at the airport early tomorrow morning. I'll text you the time and pick you up. Sounds good?" You nodded before going for another kiss. You stayed at Leon's house for a while longer before eventually going home and packing your stuff. You were excited to be by his side at a job and couldn't wait for it anymore. God knows what you've gotten yourself into...

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In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 24: Slip of the Hand

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, blood/gore, stitching/medical instruments, knives, sickness, light body horror

Summary: Juniper picks up an old hobby while Heisenberg makes a big mistake while working on a long-standing one.

Feedback appreciated, 18+. Sorry it’s slower everyone I’ll start posting a bit quicker next month

Juniper sat on the balcony, the sunshine warming her enough to be comfortable. In the recent weeks she and Heisenberg went back to damn near normal, or as normal as their life had ever been given the circumstances. She was fully healed and feeling bright and chipper.

Heisenberg even started to call her newer nicknames more often: like wifey, love and his Mrs.

Juniper got back into making sketches. She was very rusty and most pictures looked little more than doodles but it brought her joy. Heisenberg even found her a whole stack of empty notebooks.

She was using one of them, drawing a sketch of a raven. The bird of interest was sitting on the balcony ledge, watching her with bright eyes.

It cocked its feathered head, making curious gurgles as she looked between it and the paper.

“You are such a pretty bird.” Juniper complimented, earring a throaty little trill in return.

Juniper’s pencil scratched against the paper, “Just like that.” She cooed, “You’re being such a good bird.”

She concentrated on the drawing for a short while longer, looking up at her muse. Eventually she was happy with the finished product, shading in the feathers with the pencil.

She turned the notebook around, showing her work to her subject. “Do you like it?” She asks, holding it before the Raven.

The bird gave a little hop, almost in surprise, leaning in a bit to look over the portrait. It gave a throaty croak of approval, ruffling its feathers.

Juniper giggled, “Thank you!” She turned to look at it again, happy with her work. She closed the sketchbook, standing and stretching a bit.

“You were radiant.” She complimented the bird, reaching out a hand slowly towards it. The raven allowed her to give it a soft stroke down its onyx feathers, closing its eyes in contentment.

Juniper said her goodbyes to the bird, collecting her supplies and heading back into the factory.

The raven sat for a long moment, watching the closed metal door before hoping off into the air. It gave a few strong wing beats before it disintegrated into a moldy cloud, done with its tasks.

Unaware of anything amiss Juniper put everything away, tiring her hair up in preparation to find Heisenberg. She knew he was finishing up a Soldat, so wanted to give a hand if needed.

The smell of blood and oil stung Juniper’s nose as she neared the lower workshop. As she opened the door the smell grew so strong it almost fogged her senses for a moment.

Her stomach clenched, taking over the scene.

The most recent soldat was on the floor, head crushed into a bloody pulp. Dark liquid oozed out of it, mixing with the iridescent swirling of oil and the bright crimson of fresh blood.

Fresh blood?

Juniper’s eyes widened, seeing blood drip from one of the creature’s many drills. Her eyes followed the splatters until they found the source.

Heisenberg sat in a chair, eyes dilated and chest heaving in short strained breaths. His arm rested over the nearest desk. A deep gash ran the length of his forearm, alabaster peeked through the flesh of the bone within.

The wound welled blood across the table, staining papers and dripping onto the floor. Juniper saw medical supplies haphazardly around his vicinity, where he attempted to mend himself before the shock set in.

She rushed over to him, touching his face, trying to keep panic from overtaking her.

“Heis..honey can you hear me?” She asked, “You need to breathe.”

His eyes flicked over her face, jaw tight as he huffed out of his nose. She saw blood pulse from the wound as his muscles twitched.

Scrambling to get clean gauze she soaked it in healing fluid before pressing it over the wound.

Heisenberg took a sharp intake of air, pain rippling through him.

“Hold this.” Juniper took his free hand in her own, guiding him to press the gauze over the worst of the wound.

He complied, still looking forward, almost unseeing.

She looked around the mess, not seeing what she needed. Rushing to one of the supply cabinets she found thread and a medical needle. She’d only done things like this on dead bodies, never being taught the intricacies of mending living flesh.

Juniper hoped that her lack of skill would be enough for his healing abilities to take over.

Returning to him, the pressure he’d placed on the wound slowed the bleeding slightly.

“Still with me?” She asked, moving his hand away to clean the wound.

She saw his pale eyes shift to look at her for a brief moment before returning to their ordinal position.

“This is going to hurt.” She warned, threading the needle. She tried to pull the ragged flesh back together the best she could, sinking the needle in to make the first stitch.

He groaned, moving a bit. Juniper angled herself to hold him still as she worked. With shaking hands, she kept stitching up his arm, it becoming more difficult as she neared the worst of the wound.

“B-Butter…cup?” Heisenberg’s voice wavered, shifting a bit.

“Stay still.” Her tone was warning, “I’m trying to fix you up.”

She was able to close the wound, frowning at the divot left in his arm from the loss of muscle in the area.

Juniper cleaned the area more thoroughly, dabbing more healing salve over it.

The stinging sensation sobered Heisenberg’s mind ever so slightly.

“Breathe.” Juniper instructed, finding clean gauze. When she began to wrap his arm he was able to speak a bit to her.

“What happened?” She asked.

“Ba-bastard woke up…” he managed, “…too fast, di-didn’t real-ize…”

“It’s alright.” Juniper soothed, taping down the end of the wrapping, “Can you walk.”

Heisenberg swallowed hard, unable to answer.

Juniper stood, helping him to his feet. He swayed heavily, leaning on her. She grunted, getting his arm around her shoulder for support. It was hard getting to the elevator, his feet like concrete. But she was finally able to get him back to the apartment, sitting him on the bed as she took off his necklaces and boots. His glazed eyes watched her wordlessly.

She helped him lay back, covering him up so he could come down from the shock. His good hand clutched the wrappings of his opposite arm.

Juniper sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to smooth hair from his face.

Heisenberg woke up in the bed, it was dark and his arm ached terribly. His memory was hazy at best, the soldat scraping his bone was the last clear thought. It wasn’t the worst thing he’d endured, but he honestly expected to wake up on the shop floor like so many times in the past.

His hand found his injured arm, fingers tracing gauze.

How the fuck had he managed that?

He tried to sit up, a painful spike jolting through his head. His mouth felt dry and a migraine was threatening him.

“Fuck.” He cursed, falling back onto the bed.

Soft hands found his face, and under the blanket of pain he didn’t realize their owner right away.

“Karl?” Came a sweet voice.

“I’m…f-fine.” He answered, blinking up into glowing green eyes. He winced as another ripple of pain wracked his brain.

“You’re a lying bastard.” Juniper’s lips pursed.

He tried to give a tight chuckle, “Tell me something I don’t know sweetheart.”

He felt her leave the bed, his mind clearing slightly.

Her finger lightly tapped him, rousing him to look. She offered him a glass of water.

“You’re dehydrated.” She said matter-of-factly.

He sat up enough to take the glass, downing it thankfully.

The liquid helped, allowing him the small mercy of thought. “Did you?” He gestured to his arm.

“Mhm.”

“Damn…thank you.”

“I cleaned a lot of the blood, but I couldn’t do much about the soldat.”

“That’s fine, I’ll toss him to the Lycans.” He shrugged. He sat up more as she settled on the bed near him. She made a sound as he ripped the gauze away from his arm. He looked over the rough stitching, “Well it’s together.”

He lifted his hand, one of the kitchen knives whizzing through the air, one of the lights flicking on.

“Hey!” Juniper’s stomach clenched when she saw him angle the tip of the knife into the stitching, “What are you doing?!”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, snapping the stitching, pulling them out with small winces. After he was done he showed her his arm. She made a small mummer of surprise.

The gash was now bright pink, in the earliest stages of scaring. It would be a bit more ragged than most of his but it was definitely healing over.

“Already?” She almost gasped, reaching out to delicately touch the new tissue.

“Ain’t my first rodeo, buttercup.” He gave her a toothy smile, “And ain’t my worse fuck up.”

“I didn’t think it would be so fast.” She admitted, meeting his eyes again.

He set the knife on the side table, “It usually is as long as it’s not too extensive. If you help it along with what you did, for example, even bad shit can heal within a day or two.”

“Like can you regrow limbs?”

“I’m not a fucking lizard!”

“If you still had the limb?”

“If you're fast enough, and get it back together right, it would probably heal.” He frowned, “I’d rather not test it….my intestines hitting the floor was the worst I’d like to deal with.”

Juniper’s eyes were the size of saucers, making Heisenberg bark with laughter.

“It was a long time ago, don’t worry about it.” He shrugged again.

“Don’t worry about it??”

“I was younger and thought my cock was big enough that I didn’t need to be careful.” He smiled, “I learned my lesson….mostly.”

“Hmmm.” She frowned.

Heisenberg eased back into the bed, his muscles still aching. He’d lost too much time with the current soldat now being a wash. Juniper watched him, knowing that look of determination that spread across his feathers.

She clung onto him.

“Rest for a bit longer.” She nuzzled into him, “You’re still healing.”

He snorted, “I don’t need rest for healing.”

“Please stay.”

“I’m behind schedule already, kitten…”

“Just a few more hours?” She begged.

He gave a deep sigh, feeling the tug of the warm bed and Juniper’s even warmer snuggles. “Just a few hours.” He pressed.

Juniper wiggled with victory, cuddling deeper into his side. He wrapped an arm around her, smiling when he felt her relax into the contact.

They settled into a much more restful sleep.

Something felt wrong the moment she woke up that morning. Heisenberg had long since gotten to work, he had to trash the old soldat and start prepping the next. But him being gone was not unusual.

Juniper went about the beginning of her day normally, trying to ignore the churning in her gut. The feeling worsened as she descended the elevator, the heat making her head swim.

As she came through the door to the workshop, the smell of organs and old blood hit her nose. It was a smell she was long since accustomed to. At least she thought she was.

Her stomach suddenly clenched and before she could react she curled forward, vomiting onto the shop floor.

Heisenberg looked up with alarm, dropping the liver back into the cadaver’s abdominal cavity.

“Shit, are you ok doll?” He asked suddenly, ripping off his soiled gloves.

Juniper’s head pounded as her body shivered with another round of vomit. Saliva dripped down her chin as she looked shakily up at Heisenberg, tears burning her eyes.

He helped her into a chair, handing her a bucket.

“What’s going on?” He questioned worriedly, putting a hand to her forehead. She wasn’t hot, no fever.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head, holding the bucket to her chest, “I felt queasy when I woke up.”

“Hmm.” He frowned, “It’s probably the cadou.”

Juniper remembered the night she stayed by Heisenberg’s side when he was sick.

“What do I do?” She asked, feeling another bout of nausea wash over her.

“Wait it out.” He said frankly.

She gave him a narrow look before retching again.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly until she was able to speak again.

“Let’s get you back upstairs.” He helped her stand.

Once she was back in the apartment, Heisenberg got her a fresh bucket and a glass of water. “You take it easy ok.” He pointed to the bed. Before she could protest he placed a walkie talkie on the bedside table, “If you need anything just call.”

The rest of the day she focused on staying hydrated, the feeling washing back away like the tides of the sea. It never quite left her, however, not being a brief bout like Heisenberg was accustomed too.

It was all very puzzling to Juniper…

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changbin angst where hes getting married to someone but on the wedding day he sees ex girlfriend reader w their 3yo daughter (he left before they knew she was pregnant) and the rest is up to you:(??

Aurora-Changbin

Synopsis- Changbin left you for a new love but what happens when you interrupt his wedding with a surprise.

Angst and fluff... I got carried away

5.3k words

Warning: cussing that’s it.

This was requested. Thank you to the person who requested, I tried to make it angsty towards the end

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Some things were not meant to be. It was clear to you, to Changbin, and to everyone around you that you two were not meant to be. Never was. You both tried so hard in the relationship to make it work but he fell in love with another girl. Someone from his work. “Changbin, can we talk?” He ignored you, too busy smiling at his texts. “I have to tell you something important.” He said as he looked up at you. You sat down ready to listen, waiting patiently to talk to him about your relationship. “I’m in love with someone else…” Despite knowing that you two didn’t harbor feelings for each other, you still couldn’t help the tears that stung your eyes. “Oh…” That was the only thing you could manage out. You felt sick to your stomach and your news was long gone by now.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” Changbin sighed out as he hugged you. It was just a friendly hug. The tears spilling from your eyes now, wet the shoulder of his shirt. “I wish you well.” You truly did. You wished Changbin well with his newfound love and all things in the future. He spent the rest of the night comforting you and packing. While you sat on the bed watching him, he was packing quickly, happy that you were being so understanding. “I’m setting this by the front door so I don’t wake you when I leave.” “So you are leaving before I get up?” Changbin nodded and you sighed. Might as well say your goodbyes now. “Changbin, this has been an interesting relationship and I’ve had fun. I hope that she loves you too because you are a great guy. I wanted to say my goodbye to you now so...goodbye.” Changbin smiled and wished you goodbye as well before laying down to sleep.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains and you looked longingly at the empty spot next to you. You had been up for an hour now, not being able to go back to sleep. The bed seemed comforting despite being cold without Changbin’s warm body next to you. In reality, you didn’t want to get up and see the empty half of the closet and the random producing gear not there. It was normal for you to have someone living with you. A sigh left your lips as you sat up. The hunger for food forced you to the kitchen to make some noodles. “I have to get used to being alone, Ziggy.” You said, talking to your brother’s cat who was meowing for you to feed him. “See, if Minho would stop taking in random cats then he might have room for you.” A small laugh slipped from your lips as she dove head first into the food. You grabbed your own food and took a bite only to rush to the bathroom to throw it back up.

You weren’t sick. There was no way. You hadn’t left the house in the past month due to getting laid off and Changbin didn’t get sick. That’s when it hit you. A few weeks ago, Changbin was feeling extra stress and you opted to help him relieve his tension. It led to a long steamy night that was platonic. You rushed to slip on your coat and your shoes, running out the door not bothering to lock it. Your neighbor was a mean woman who had a reputation of hitting people, no one dared to commit a crime in your area. The shop was open and you looked at the choices of pregnancy tests. “I’d recommend grabbing one of at least three different brands dear.” You looked to find a woman in her early thirties who seemed to have been through this process before. “I’ve been in that same position. It’ll be scary at first but you’ll love it later.” Grabbing three tests, you thanked her and checked out.

Back at home, it was a waiting game. You slumped to the floor when all three came back positive. It was definite. You were pregnant. Changbin didn’t pick up when you called, in fact, the phone didn’t even ring. Minho texted asking if everything was alright, something about sibling telepathy.You found out, Changbin had blocked your number and blocked all mutuals. Now you were stuck to grow and raise a child on your own. “Minho. I need you here.” Your voice was shaky and urgent. “I’m on my way.” He didn’t bother knocking knowing that you wouldn’t answer. Instead he rushed straight to your bedroom to find you huddled up in a ball. “Are you okay? I’ll go punch him for blocking you.” “I’m pregnant.” That was all you could say and Minho fumbled for his phone to call Changbin. “Don’t. He doesn’t want me in his life anymore.” “He should still know. It’s his kid too.” Minho dropped it after you shook your head again. “He made his decision.”

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The following weeks were spent over the toilet in the morning and searching for a temporary job through the day. Somehow, some way, you had to find a way to make some money to support your kid. Eventually, you stepped into a small tattoo parlour, the smell of gel deodorant overwhelming your senses. Surprisingly, you didn’t get nauseous at the smell unlike the coffee shop. “Hello, may I help you?” A familiar woman in her mid twenties came to the front. You recognised her immediately. “Lisa!” “Wow, _____! I didn’t recognise you for a minute.” You laughed and agreed that you have changed quite a bit. “How is Changbin?” “He’s gone now. Found a new love.” Lisa offered you a kind, sympathetic smile. “Well, I hope you are doing well. Let’s sit down and talk, it’s lunch anyways.”

The two of you caught up, gossiping about everything that’s happened since High School. “So he left you pregnant?” Her face was contorted in disgust conveying her annoyance. “I didn’t find out until he left.” “I swear, I’m going to hit him really hard. The nerve he has to block you after that.” Your laugh echoed through the parlour at your friend’s support for you. “So you never told me why you were here.” “Oh, yeah. Do you think you could get me a job here? I just need something that I can do to make money. Even if it is cleaning toilets or something like that.” Lisa beamed wide at you. “I’m not putting you at the toilets. That’s disgusting. We have been short staffed in the tattoo section since our front desk person quit and I was forced to the front.” You could work at the front desk. “When do I start?” “Tomorrow.”

The day went by fast and you found yourself laying in bed for the night feeling giddy that you found a job. Minho of course was the first one to know about it and he congratulated you. “I’ve been wanting a tattoo. Where did you say you work again?” “The tattoo parlour down by the candy shop.” You could hear the distant sounds of scribbling on paper over the phone. “I’ll be there tomorrow.” Before you could protest, Minho had already hung up. “Why is he like this?” Ziggy meowed and curled up next to you, falling asleep. You sighed and plugged in your phone soon doing the same. Maybe you can do this by yourself. Yeah, you can. There’s no maybe about it. With Lisa and Minho by your side, you had this in the bag.

Your morning went by smoothly, aside from the cat knocking you down. Lisa smiled at you as you entered the store. “Hey, babes. Ready for today?” “As ready as I can get.” She showed you the ropes and introduced you to the two other tattooists. “This is San. He’s the best at colored tattoos. And this is Jongho who’s the best at the chromatic tattoos. I am the best at lining I guess.” Lisa shrugged and you kept the information in your mind. You still had an hour before the store opened so you decided to talk to the others and get to know them before setting up your area. At eight o’clock sharp the bell rang and you looked up. You laughed a little as you watched the figure walk up to the desk. “Don’t you know it’s mean to laugh at potential customers.” “Sorry, Minho. What brings you here today?” Your brother smiled at you before explaining the type of tattoo he wanted. “Okay, I’ll get one of our tattooists to draw it out and get you inked up.”

His face dropped when he saw you bring Lisa out. “Lisa?“ “Minho!” You laughed as they talked while she drew a small cat for him. “Let’s go to the back.” The shop was quiet as you waited for customers to enter. “You look bored.” You jumped as Jongho came up beside you to sit down. He smiled and took out a sketchbook. “The mornings are usually quiet like this. Everyone is at work.” “It makes for good drawing time, too. We can create new tattoos or inspire other designs.” San added while grabbing another chair to sit on the other side. “You guys drew all these by yourselves?” You asked in amazement as you looked at the drawings that were scattered and framed around the room. “Most of them. Some came from our mentors.” Each drawing was carefully sketched and lined with love for the work. Your gallery view ended when Minho came out with tears in his eyes.

“Why’d you let me do that? It hurt.” The boys snickered while you sighed. “As I recall, you were the one that wanted it.” “No remorse for your older brother. I gave you my love and siblingship and you give me no respect.” Minho was always dramatic when he was in pain. You swore up and down that Shakespeare would be jealous. “Suck it up, buttercup!” “Ugh.” You rang him out and laughed as he mumbled about something random on his way out. “Your brother is funny.” “He’s dramatic, San. I can’t with him sometimes.” The clock ticked by slowly and the boys kept you company while they drew. The bell rang announcing a new customer. “Hi, I need a tattoo.” You smiled at the customer who was a girl that couldn’t be older than nineteen. The bell rang again, an older woman entered behind her. “Did you already talk to the lady for a tattoo.” “Yes, mom. I was trying to.”

After looking around, the girl decided she wanted a flower tattoo on her hip. “Can you do it?” She asked you. “It’s nothing against you guys but I’d feel more comfortable with a girl.” “I don’t do tattoos but my friend Lisa can.” Soon, the others became busy as more customers came in. The buzzing sound of the tattoo guns soothed you. The door opened revealing a taller man, about 5’10. Instantaneously, you were mesmerised. “Excuse me?” He waved his hand in your face. “I’m sorry.” “Is San busy?” You blinked, trying to remember if he was. “Yes, he is. Do you need a tattoo?” “Yes, I do. I guess I am early for my appointment.” Your finger scanned down the appointment book until you found the 5 o'clock slot. “Seonghwa?” He nodded. “San should be done soon.”

You were correct. San finished up his client quickly and took in Seonghwa while the other customer paid. Jongho finished quickly after and joined you. “Looks like Seonghwa is here?” You nodded surprised that he knew the customer. “You know him?” “He’s been getting tattoos for a year now.” Seonghwa didn’t seem like he was the type to get tattoos. “Really? He looks like this was his first time.” “Nope.” Jongho told you more about Seonghwa. “He really has a sleeve tattoo?” Now that you think about it, he was wearing a coat when he came in. “Yep. He’s working on the other arm now so he comes in at least once a month.” It was silent for a few minutes until Jongho spoke up. “Do you have any tattoos?” You shook your head. “No but I want one.” “What kind?” He tilted his head, curiously looking at you like a puppy would.

“A sunflower. It reminds me of the little girl I used to be.” Jongho smiled and nodded. “That’s a cute idea. It suits you.” “Do you have tattoos?” The boy nodded and unbuttoned some of his shirt to show the tattoo that cascaded over his chest. You looked in awe at his tattoos, almost reaching out to touch them but stopping yourself from embarrassment. “They’re so pretty!” “San-hyung did them.” The detail was immaculate. “Are you stripping down for her or something?” The two of you turned to see San and Seonghwa walk out. The tattoo that was freshly done, was covered up and you frowned. However, you did notice it was down towards the front of the forearm. Jongho looked anything but embarrassed about the ordeal. “She asked if I had tattoos.” “Does she have any?” You shook your head no before he could answer. “She’s a tattoo virgin! If you get a tattoo, you have to let me do it.” San pleaded while the rest laughed.

It was well into the night when the parlour closed. You cursed yourself for not bringing a coat and walking here. The air nipped at your skin as soon as you stepped outside. “Hey! Don’t think you aren’t going anywhere without protection.” You squinted into the dark to see Lisa emerging with Jongho. “I’m fine.” “You’re pregnant. You’re not fine.” That’s how you found yourself walking home with Jongho. When you stepped in front of your apartment door, you could hear the neighbour screeching. “I don’t think it’s safe here. That right there sounds scary.” “She’s just a little, old, mean lady.” His face scrunched up. “Those are the worst.” “I hope it isn’t that far to your home from here.” Sighing slightly and shook his head. “It’s only a few blocks opposite of the parlour.” “Jongho. Why don’t you come in for dinner. As a thank you and so you can warm up, your nose is red.”

He smiled and you worked on dinner. Jongho found himself playing with your cat while looking at the plethora of pictures on the wall. A few of you and Minho, a few of you and Changbin, a few of you, and a few of Minho. A laugh escaped his lips as he looked at a picture of you where you shaved your eyebrows off. “What are you laughing at in here?” When you saw where his gaze was directed, you yelled and pulled it off the wall. “I already saw it.” “It stops from further embarrassment.” A little bit later you served dinner. “Mmm. You know who would like this even more than me?” “Who?” He took another bite, relishing all the flavors. “San and Seonghwa.” “Do you think either of them will take leftovers?” Yes, he nodded. “Is Seonghwa even going to be there tomorrow?” Once again, Jongho nodded. “He’s getting a tattoo cover up on his other arm?” “What is he? Rich?” Jongho laughed. Tattoos were pricey, even small ones were. “I don’t know.”

Jongho left your apartment full and happy. Somehow, he squirmed his way into doing the dishes for you. “It’s the least I can do since you made me food.” He had argued with you for ten minutes until you gave in to him. The small tupperwares were filled with the food and ready to go tomorrow. You decided that you wanted to freshen yourself up. A nice long shower warmed you up and prepared you for sleep. It had been a long day at the tattoo shop and you enjoyed it but it left you sore. Ziggy curled up on your chest and purred. “That tickles.” You giggled out making the cat meow at you for moving. “Okay, okay. Sorry.” With the cat on top of you, you slowly drifted to sleep. Somehow, you didn’t move all night while sleeping and neither did the cat so when you woke up you winced in pain.

When you looked in the mirror to check out your outfit, you noticed your stomach protruding a bit more than usual. “I need to set up an appointment to go to the doctor. Just to make sure you are healthy.” You decided on a simple loose sweater today, not wanting to make the same mistake as yesterday. The shop was warm when you walked in, a sign that someone had been there for a while. “Hey, sunflower!” “Who-oh hey, San.” His sleeves were rolled up while he cleaned and you could see the tattoos residing on his arm. “You seemed to be fascinated by tattoos there, sunflower.” “They are so cool. The amount of work that goes in it is impeccable.” San smiled and helped you put your lunch in the fridge. You decided to stand today instead of sit by the cash register. “You look tense.” “I’m sore.” San grabbed a painkiller and gave it to you. “Here. You need it. People are going to be scared if you are squaring up to them.”

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Months passed by and you fell in love with the parlour. San, Jongho, Lisa, and even Seonghwa have begun to feel like a family to you. Seonghwa even came in early just to talk to you. Sometimes he’d come in on days he didn’t get tattoos just to hang out. This day wasn't any different. The door opened showing Seonghwa walking in. You went to greet him when you stopped and stared. He wasn’t in his normal leather jacket with a random rock band t-shirt, rather now, he was in a plain white sleeveless shirt. Finally, you could see the tattoo collection he’s been working on. “You’re staring, Sunflower.” You jumped as San came up behind you to greet Seonghwa. In return, Seonghwa smirked at you getting called out. “I’ll be right back, hyung.” He nodded and watched as San made his way to his area to disinfect.

“You looked lost, princess.” Heat rose to your cheeks at the simple nickname. “I-I like your tattoos.” “Thanks.” While San took his sweet time, Seonghwa teased you endlessly. “So I heard you went to the doctor yesterday. How’s the baby doing?” “How’d you find out I was pregnant?” Seonghwa smiled and pointed back at Jongho’s area. “He keeps telling me, he’s going to be an uncle.” You made a mental note to hit Jongho for not talking to you first. Either way, he is right, he will be an unrelated uncle as will San too. “Yeah, I found out that Lisa knows the gender and plans on throwing me a gender reveal party tomorrow.” “Am I invited?” You smiled. “Of course, Hwa! You are family.” Seonghwa opened his mouth to respond but San chose that time to call him back. Watching him walk away, you sighed. The words he was going to speak were lost scattered in the air like dust particles.

Lisa told you to dress nicely so you put on a dress that revealed the baby bump that was now growing bigger and bigger. You didn’t bother with make-up because you knew you were going to cry today whether it was from joy or the hormones. The shop was eerily quiet when you entered, but then again, it was a party and Lisa loved being extra. “You know, you guys are going to scare out the baby if you pop out of nowhere.” “You ruined our surprise.” You laughed at Lisa coming out from behind the counter. The other four spilled out into the room as well. Minho, Seonghwa, San, Lisa, and Jongho were there to celebrate you and your baby. “I can’t wait so are you ready for the reveal?” You nodded. “Then pull the plastic off of Jongho’s arm.” There was the signature black plastic they used to cover up tattoos.

“You did not get a tattoo for my gender reveal.” Jongho nodded. You stepped forward and carefully peeled the plastic from his arm to reveal a Sunflower colored in with yellows and pinks. “It’s a girl!” Minho screamed as he saw the colors and you hugged the nearest person to you and cried. “She’s going to be beautiful just like you, princess.” The chest you were crying into vibrated with the hum of the voice. You looked up to see Seonghwa smiling down at you. “Did you just call me beautiful?” “Yes.” Your hug became tighter and the others went back to get some cake. “How about you let me take you on a date.” “You aren’t going to leave me because I’m having a kid are you?” Almost offended, Seonghwa backed up. “Of course not. If this goes well, I’m not going to care if you have a kid or sixteen of them.”

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The date went extremely well and you started to see Seonghwa more often. He went with you to your doctor appointments, stayed up with you in the middle of the night when you were craving random things, and he helped you with chores. Sometimes, he came into the parlour to bring you a random thing you didn’t know you were craving. You two were peacefully sleeping when you woke up in seething pain. A wet feeling soaked through your night dress. Another sharp pain. “H-Hwa?” You stuttered out, trying not to scream. Seonghwa woke up and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah.” “She’s coming.” He bolted up and helped you change your dress because you complained about the feeling. The entire way there, Seonghwa sped with his blinkers on and constantly checked on you. “Are you alright?” “FOR GOODNESS SAKE. I LOVE YOU, HWA BUT IF YOU ASK ME THAT ONE MORE TIME, I’M GOING TO SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS.”

The doctors took you into the hospital room and prepped you for the latent phase of labor. While you waited for the dilation to increase, Seonghwa called the others and it seemed like they raced there because within minutes, the entire group was surrounding your bed. “I’m going to be an uncle.” “We all know I’m the real uncle.” “Shut up, Minho.” The boys bickered back and forth while you felt another contraction. Hours of pain and pushing later, your baby lay in your arms. “What’s her name?” The doctor asked you, wanting a name for the birth certificate “Aurora…” Jongho was the first one to hold the baby aside from you. Seonghwa pouted but still let him hold the child. “Hi, Aurora. I’m your favorite uncle. I’m uncle Jongho.” “Seriously. I’m the uncle. I’m the favorite.” Minho whined as Jongho passed along the baby.

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It’s been three years since Aurora was born. Three years since you fell in love with Seonghwa who has been a father figure to your kid and a great boyfriend. He stayed at home while you went to work to support the family. Every once in a while, he brought the little girl into the parlour to bring you food and she visits the others when they aren’t busy. The customers absolutely love her. “Hey, mama! I brought some...umm...food.” “You did?” Aurora nodded while you swept her bangs out of her face. “I think we need to cut your bangs again.” “Cut...my...bangs?” You pointed to her hair. “Is that my favorite little niece?” “UNCLE JONGHO!” She squealed and ran into his arms while you were left to check out the customer. Seonghwa laughed as San came out as well. “We all know I’m her favorite.” Aurora played with Jongho’s hair while he went on break.

“Hey, this came for you today.” Seonghwa remembered while pulling out a fancy letter. You took it and opened it to pull out a letter. “You have been invited to Hwa-Young and Changbin’s wedding in two days. We hope to see you there.” “Isn’t that your ex?” San asked and you nodded. “Seonghwa, will you go with me?” “Of course, princess.” He kissed your cheek before calling for Aurora. “Aww, can uncle Jongho come over tonight?” “They all can. I’ll make dinner for them.” She cheered and hugged everybody goodbye before grabbing his hand. “Did I miss Aurora?” “Yes, Lisa, you did.” Lisa grumbled and pouted before going to clean her equipment. “YOU’RE INVITED TONIGHT FOR DINNER!” You yelled towards the back and she yelled out an okay.

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You and Seonghwa dressed up in your best outfits. Your daughter was dressed up in a pretty pink dress and had her hair braided courtesy of Lisa. The trip was short as the wedding venue was only a few miles away. “Oh, hello! You must be Changbin’s friend!” A pretty woman made her way up to you. “Hi-“ “Can you help me get ready, please?” You looked at Seonghwa, a bit overwhelmed but still going to help and he nodded taking Aurora to find a seat. “Sure.” The woman grabbed your hand and dragged you to a dressing room. “I’m Hwa-Young! Changbin’s fiancée. I invited you because I saw photos of you together and decided you two were great friends.” “Actually, I hope you don’t mind but I’m his ex. Don’t worry though, I have someone else and I’m here to show my support.”

Hwa-Young pursed her lips and smiled. “It’s okay. You seem really nice anyways.” She stepped into a magnificent wedding gown and asked you to help her tie the back. It was a struggle but you managed to lace it up and tie it tight like she asked. “You have a pretty little girl.” “Thank you.” She’s Changbin’s too, you wanted to say but you kept it quiet, not wanting to ruin the event. Hwa-Young thanked you and rushed to get to the doors. You slipped inside before the band started and found your seat. “She’s really nice.” You whispered. “Mommy, shhh.” Aurora hushed you and pointed at band playing. Gasps sounded through the crowd as Hwa-Young walked down the aisle. The ceremony was beautiful and well executed. After the I do’s and vows, it was time for the party. You mingled with Changbin’s siblings when they realized you were there. They played with your daughter as well.

Then, he noticed you. He was confused why you were there because he didn’t invite you. “What are you doing here?” Could’ve been a better way to phrase that. “Congratulations, Changbin. I’m here to celebrate your big day.” “Look, if this is because you managed to find feelings for me-“ Seonghwa walked up to you, handing you a drink. “Is everything okay, princess?” Changbin shut up immediately. “Oh there you are, Binnie! I see you found your ex slash friend I invited. She’s really nice. Have you seen her daughter?” “Daughter?” As if on cue, your daughter ran up to you. “Mama!” You lifted her up and Changbin’s eyes widened. “Binnie? Is it just me or does she kind of look like you?” He noticed the similar features. “How old is she?” “Three.” His face dropped. “When’d you find out?” “The day after you left.” Aurora smiled at the faces that Seonghwa was making to distract her. You’ve definitely noticed that she had Changbin’s smile.

You asked Aurora to introduce herself. “My name is Aurora.” Changbin looked in awe at his daughter that he never even once wanted to know about. “I want daddy to hold me!” She reached for Seonghwa and Changbin felt his heart drop. It should be him she’s calling dad. Seonghwa took Aurora and led her to go see the other kids. “I want to talk to you about her.” “I never knew.” Of course he didn’t, he blocked you. “You were the one who left me and blocked me. I tried to reach out to you but you never answered me. I was left all alone to raise a child. If I didn’t have Seonghwa and my friends to help me-” You hissed out stopping for a breath, annoyed at his pathetic excuse. You’re starting to regret coming to the wedding. “I didn’t want to think about you. I wanted to focus on my new life. I didn’t think you’d get pregnant.” “I came here on good terms and was willing to let you visit your daughter but now, I don’t know if I want to.”

You turned away to grab Seonghwa and Aurora to leave but Changbin stopped you. “You said she was my daughter so I have a right to see her and visit.” Now, this was ridiculous. Luckily, Hwa-Young turned up the music and distracted the people from the argument going on in the corner. “You have NO right to see her. You didn’t even bother to let me tell you. Hell, with the way you are acting, you don’t deserve to see her until she’s old enough to make her own damn decisions. Congratu-fucking-lations. You ruined your own damn life.” At this point his wedding was forgotten. With anger in his eyes he spoke up. “LISTEN. SHE IS MY DAUGHTER. I WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH HER. SHE SHOULD BE CALLING ME DAD, NOT SOME RANDOM DUDE!” The music was forgotten as people looked towards the drama.

“I CAME HERE IN PEACE WANTING TO CELEBRATE YOUR DAY BUT SINCE YOU WANT TO BE DRAMATIC LET’S BE DRAMATIC. THAT RANDOM ‘DUDE’ IS MORE OF A DAD TO HER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE. THAT RANDOM ‘DUDE’ WAS THE ONE THAT TOOK ME TO THE HOSPITAL AND HELPED ME RAISE HER. THAT RANDOM ‘DUDE’ IS THE FUCKING LOVE OF MY LIFE SO FUCK OFF CHANGBIN.” Changbin reached for you one last time but you slapped his hand away. In your way out with your daughter and boyfriend, you apologized to the crowd and wished Hwa-Young well. With tears forming in his eyes, he watched you walk away. The rest of the party went on but he was only half there. When it came to gift time, he opened a small gift that was from you and Aurora.

It was an 8x10 photo frame of Aurora smiling. A card was put to the side explaining that it was his daughter. He realized that you had in fact planned to keep quiet and tell him about his daughter through this gift. Now he screwed up what was supposed to be the best day of his life by being a selfish prick. You on the other hand were defending your daughter and he couldn’t blame you. He couldn’t blame you for yelling at him and refusing him to see his daughter. He couldn’t blame you for calling him out. Changbin set the photo to the side and finished opening the rest of the presents. None had any meaning to him. They were stupid housewarming gifts like a blender and a mixer. At the end of the party though, his sister slapped him and called him out for being an ass.

You felt no remorse for Changbin. Jongho and San were at the house when you got back home. “I’m going to take a shower. Have uncle Jongho change you while daddy gets changed.” Aurora nodded and ran to jump on uncle Jongho to tell him what you said. You washed all the bad thoughts off of you and changed into a simple set of pj’s. When you went out to the living room, you found Seonghwa, Jongho, and Aurora playing hide-and-seek. Your daughter giggled in delight when Seonghwa found her. “I gottcha. Come here you little munchkin.” She ran away from him and you laughed as Seonghwa chased her around the living room. “Ah you’re too fast for this old man!” He slumped to the floor and she walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Catch me daddy!” Seonghwa got up and ran after her again, this time catching her and smothering her with kisses.

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mwdders · 5 years

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Tattoo

You draw Harry a tattoo and he add’s something a little special to it.

Word count: 2K

Warnings: none I don’t think

Enjoy!

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“Love, come here would ya?” You look up and see Harry sat at a table a few feet away from where you were sat drawing.

“What is it?” You walk over to Harry and put your hands on his shoulders as you stand behind him, chin resting on his shoulder. He leans up, placing his head on your chest, “Will ya draw me something?” He questions, “Like what?” He pulls your hands from where they lie on his shoulders, drawing them into him, and they’re now crossed over his chest.

“A tattoo.” You cough as he speaks, “A ta-tattoo?” He nods, leaning his head back to look up at you, his hair tickling your chin. “You’re the best drawer I know and to have you draw me a tattoo would be amazing.” You move and slip out of his grip to sit on the table in front of him, placing your feet on the chair in the gap between his legs, “What do you have in mind?” He smiles, shuffling his chair closer, placing a hand either side of you.

“I want an anchor with a ships wheel somehow intertwined with it.” You nod as he explains, “And where do you want it?” He stands up, pulling his jacket off then lifting his shirt, “I was thinking here?” His chest already had a few tattoos on but there was a space just to the right of his belly button. “That could work.” You picture ideas in your head, as you think about the space you have to work with. “I’ll draw a few and see what you think yeah?” He nods, letting his shirt go before leaning in to kiss you. “I trust you with whatever you come up with.” He says as you pull away, “I hope so.”

You tap his shoulder and he moves so you can stand down from the table, “Is there anything else you want to be on it?” As you stand up, he grabs your hips pulling you into him, “Can’t think of anything.” He places a light kiss on your forehead before saying, “Unless you want to draw your face too.” You roll your eyes and hit his chest, “No Harry, I don’t.” He laughs and you move out of his arms, “I’ll get started.” You walk over to the booth you where hiding in and turn to a fresh page in your sketchbook.

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Putting your pencil down, you were happy with what you had drawn, you just hoped Harry was too.

You sigh before picking up the book and walking through the chip shop and out onto the shop to find him, the wood creaking under your weight, the ship swaying with the choppy waters and the flag whistling in the wind, there was no one else around and you were about to look elsewhere until, “Hey sugar plum, finish my drawing?” You turn your head slightly unsure as to where his voice was coming from. “Up here.” You peer up and see Harry sat in the crow’s nest. “I did.” You wave your book in the air, “Come down and I’ll show you.” Harry smirks before shaking his head, “I canny come down, I’m on look out.” He watches as you roll your eyes causing him to chuckle, “You’ll have to come up here.”

You hated going up to the crow’s nest, it was the worst part of the ship because of how high up it was, but nonetheless, you climb on the mast and up to the net ladder, proceeding to the top. “Ay, fancy seein’ you here.” Harry jokes as you shuffle your body into the small space next to him. “Never again.” You mumble as you get comfortable although that was hard with how much the ship was swaying. “Let’s see it then.” You open your book and flick to the right page, showing him the sketch.

He runs his fingers across the drawing, admiring all the little details, “Darling I love it.” A sigh of relief leaves your lips as he smiles. “I love the way you’ve done tentacles to weave them together. It’s amazing.”

“I was so worried you wouldn’t.” You whisper, pulling a strand of your hair to tuck behind your ear as it blew in the wind. “You’re so talented, no matter what you’d of drawn, I’d of fallen in love with.” He sits closer to you, wrapping an arm around you, “I can’t wait to get this done later.”

You relax into his side, listening to his heartbeat, as you look out into the horizon, the brightly lit Auradon castle coming into view.

“We’ll get there one day.” Harry says and you sigh, looking down at your hands, “What if they don’t want us?” His body tenses and he places his hand under your chin, lifting your face so you’re looking up at him, “Who wouldn’t want you my queen?” You blush and close your eyes, appreciating the moment, “I just want a better life.” You mumble, “I know,” Harry sighs, pulling you even closer to him so your legs were across his knee’s, his hands resting on your thighs. “I want to be free, I want to be free with you and Uma and Gil, and do what ever we want.” He sighs, his jaw tightening as he keeps his gaze out to sea. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t talk about what we can’t have.”

Harry turns his head quickly to you, “Love don’t, we will have that one day. I promise you.” He draws patterns with his thumbs in a comforting manner, as you both sit in comfortable silence, “I’m gonna go and see if Darty is about to do my tattoo, do ya wanna come with me?” Harry breaks the silence and you shake your head, “I’ll meet you at the chip shop.” He nods before standing up and helping you to your feet as well.

Harry goes down the ladder first, insisting to catch you if you were to fall, “I got you.” He puts his hands under your hips as you reach the bottom, helping you jump down from the mast. “Thanks gorgeous.” He blushes at the nickname you call him, grabbing your hand as you walk side by side off the deck. “Meet you in a few hours?” He lets your hand go, before placing a light kiss on your cheek, “Can’t wait to see it.” You hand him your sketch book and he walks off in the direction of Darty’s.

You walk down the stairs and into the chip shop through the back, in hopes of seeing Uma. You and Harry had been together for a year now and it definitely felt like longer, you were hoping to talk to Uma and ask her advice on telling Harry that you love him, she was his best friend after all.

“Uma?” You call as you enter her room, it was dark but you could hear something coming from her office. “In here.” Her voice startles you slightly, but you walk over to the other door and open it.

“Hi buttercup.” You roll your eyes at her nickname, “Take a seat.” She points to an old chair that had more splinters in it than you’d ever seen. “I want to ask you something.” She peers over her shoulder before putting down her pencil and swivelling around in her chair. “I’m all ears.” You make eye contact with her and sigh, “I think,” you stop and take a deep breath, “I think I’m ready to tell Harry that I love him.”

Her expression is unreadable before a smirk appears on her lips, “About damn time.” She chuckles, “Do ya know how long he’s wanted to tell you he loves you but been too scared you might not say it back?” You gasp, “Re-really?” You stutter and she nods, “Baby yes. He’s head over heels for you.” You smile widely, “I’m head over heels for him too.” She nods, “I know, I see the way you look at each other and I didn’t believe in love before, but the way you care for one another and how I know you’d both put your lives on the line to save the other, that’s love.” You giggle, “How do I tell him?”

You suddenly become very nervous and feel the need to fidget, “Just say it, it doesn’t need to be a big thing just casually slip it into conversation, you don’t have to worry or be scared.” Uma stands up, sitting next to you, “Where is he right now? Just find him and tell him.”

Turning your head you stare at her, “He’s gone to get a new tattoo, he should be back soon.” She then stands again, hooking her arm under yours and pulling you up, “Well off you go, wait for him in the chip shop and tell him as soon as he gets back.”

Uma opens the door pushing you out, “Do it or you’ll be on deck cleaning duty for a month.” She sarcastically waves before shutting the door, you stand there bewildered for a second before making your way down to the chip shop, unbeknownst to you, Uma had a front row seat, to witness it all, she was sat above the shop looking through a hole in the wall she’d made to keep an eye on proceedings, thank fully it came in handy for times like this too.

You take a deep breath as you sit at a table and wait for Harry, you only had to wait about 10 minutes before he came sauntering through the door but it felt like forever.

“Alright darlin’” he walks over to you, leaning across the table to place a kiss on your lips before sitting in the chair next to you. “Well? Let me see it!” You ask, forgetting for a second why you were so nervous. “Hold on beautiful.” He smirks before taking his jacket off, he’s about to lift his shirt when he says, “You’re gonna wanna get a real close look.” He pats his lap signalling for you to sit, you raise an eyebrow at him before shrugging, you sit on his thighs, holding onto his shoulders so you don’t fall.

“Voila.” He takes his shirt exposing his chest, the fresh ink taking up the majority of his abdomen, “Oh my gosh.” You gasp, it was amazing. “Harry.” You rub your fingers across his skin and that’s when you notice, your fingers stop and your heart beats faster, “Is that-“ He nods and you run your fingers across where your initials lie in the middle of the ships wheel, small but not small enough to not be seen, “You,” you look up at him still in shock, “I-“ Harry stops you, and kisses you slow, his hands resting on your hips yours behind his neck, “I love you.” You mumble, you feel his body tense and he pulls back, “Y-you do?” You nod, a strand of hair falling over your face, the smile on his face is from ear to ear, “I love you too.”

You giggle as you kiss him again, pulling him closer to you with the hand you had behind his neck, “I can’t believe you did that.” You chuckle, resting your forehead on his, “I did it, because I love you, and I was so scared to tell you, I thought that maybe this would of been a way for me to show it.” You run your fingers through his hair, “Hold on, Harry Hook, scared of something?” He rolls his eyes, “You do know how to ruin a good moment don’t you lass?” He chuckles wrapping his arms around your waist holding you tight to him, “I do try, I do try.” You joke, “That’s why I love you.” You kiss his shoulder as you relax into his arms, his body heat engulfing you, “You’re mine forever.” You whisper into his neck, placing a kiss just below his ear, “As are you mine darling.”

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The drawing the tattoo is based off.

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delicatebluebirdruins · 4 years

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The Hunger Games: Mockingjay

The Hunger Games; Catching Fire

Part One

- “I try to work out what is true and what is false”

- “I’m still not entirely convinced that I was hallucinating... the floor turning into a carpet of writhing snakes”.... nope

-- So many good quotes in this first chapter alone

- “Some walks you have to take alone”

-- I wonder who were the other Capitol rebels

-- Kat’s reaction to seeing Peeta on the screen breaks my heart

-- Poor Peeta

-- I love the imagery when Katniss says she’s going to be the Mockingjay, with her arms slightly raised as if she had wings

- Kat about the pearl holding it to her lips “It’s soothing a cool kiss from the giver himself” --- “a token it will make until I come home to you”

-- I love Katniss and Prim talking together

- Coin: want to present Gale as your new lover? Me: oi shut it

-- I always love Cinna’s sketchbook

-- I love the prep team’s interactions with Katniss... what happened to them after the series ended

- the prep team where punished because Octavia took a slice of bread

- Mrs Everdeen reading the pain on a person’s body

- I want a story about Greasy Sae

- Precious Posy... I want a story about Gale and his family like what happened to them all

- I am mad that the hummingbird room was cut in the film

- I love the bow Beetee designed for Katniss (I wonder what happened to it)

- Finnicks line being give to Effie kind of annoys me

- aww Katniss

- I love this scene for so many reasons but especially when the berries are mentioned and how they affected the different people

- I love Finnick so much

-- a big regret of mine was not being able to ask a teacher about why they were so shocked that Rue was cast as black... I was fifteen at the time It doesn’t excuse me being quiet

But I was also a coward. I wasn’t even able to tell a teacher about the time a girl dry humped my head, I dropped something on the floor because she and her friends kept staring at me and laughing and I couldn’t look at them any longer so I had to duck down and when I did she got up and came over and I froze and well she grabbed my head and shoved her crotch onto the crown of my head whilst her friends laughed and the rest of class and teachers didn’t notice I have only told one person this story and that was last year

- Finnick Odair in his underwear

- I love Cressida and I want to know more about her

- I love the hospital scene for so many reasons

- Kat about the bombing: “I assumed, as usual, it was my presence that brought on punishment”

- I always love the fire is catching speech

- I love Katniss so much

- I wish we saw the tribute to the tributes videos

- I love Kat and Finnick having a meal together- though I still don’t understand why he wanted them to hide their knowledge of seeing Peeta

- I love Finnick and Kat “hunting” together

- The Hanging Tree: I never realised it was jabberjays in the “dead man called out to his love” and I hate the pop remix with a passion

- Katniss: “I could remember almost anything set to music after a round or two”

- Katniss speculating about the song is pretty spot on

- I dislike the kitchen kiss so much

- Peeta’s warning :(

Part 2

- I don’t know why but them in the bunker is a favourite scene of mine

- “I almost hiss at him too” it was crime they didn’t have JLaw hissing at Buttercup in the film

- First Peeta hijacking ref: “waging a sort of battle in his mind”

- and more chats with Prim

- and chats with Finnick

- I love Buttercup

- Plutarch x coffee was amusing

- “Glance at Finnick who gives a thumbs up- But he’s looking pretty shaky himself” -- my poor babies

- my poor precious Finnick- I wonder whom among Snow’s friends got poisoned one I am certain he poisoned is Lysistrata

-- I wonder what was going through Gale’s head when he volunteered

- Katniss is so giddy to see Peeta and well you know

- Prim telling of Plutarch is *chefs kiss*

-- Poor Portia and all the other stylists and prep teams

- “I can’t say Gale’s absences have inconvenience me”

-- I love Delly

-- I hate District 2 kiss because of that article written in 2018

-- Wraps Finnick and Annie in blankets and glares at Gale

-- I love Gwendoline Christie in the MJ 2 behind the scenes

-- what could be worse than what Gale said about the workers in the Nut

- I just love Boggs

- District 2 speech is also great and she quoted Peeta!

- the capitol having emergency supplies stockpiled... Me: i bet they have

- Oh Finnick and Annie’s wedding :)... Katniss: “Finnick loves Annie and that’s good enough for me”

- Katniss seeing Peeta makes me sad

- Poor Johanna and of course I love Johanna

- I love Finnick and I want to hear more about the sea turtle which stole his hat... hey is there any fanart of that scene?

- everyone was creeped out by Peeta threatening to steal Annie away from Finnick

- “everything screams in my dreams tonight” this line always chills me

- gulps “your squadron leader gets hit by a mortar” mortal being a type of bomb

- I love the pine needle sachet that Katniss makes Johanna

Part Three

- I dislike Haymitch at times and this lecture of his is one of them

- I love Jackson for coming up with Real or Not Real

- I love Mitchell trying to act

-- Looks at Cressida with huge heart eyes

- the best brotp Finnick x Peeta

- “now this place tastes like the arena”

- I love Messalla’s moment about the centre unit

- Peeta with Pollux

- “Katnisss” Me: shit x3000

- “Snow can’t tolerate looking like a fool”

- everytime Finnick’s ***** gets me and I just love my boy

- “don’t let him take you from me”

- Tigris! is in Ballad fucking fight me on this

- “my face runs into a hanging chain and I pull it”... snorts

- Jagged sutures and smear on cream vs gently rinsing and bandaging

- “I know it happened and yet it doesn’t seem real” *whimpers*

- the guy who was mistaken for Peeta :|

- Tigris and the can of salmon

- all the next events are a lotTM

- and then Prim and the medics died

-- did you know there are people who were angry at Katniss for not showing emotion after Prim died? No well there were and I don’t like them

- Snow: snake eyes again; about Prim: so wasteful

- Haymitch: “more boy trouble” Katniss: “I don’t know why, but this hurts me in a way Haymitch rarely can”-- Thoughts?

- what happened to Effie

- I still Katniss voted yes because she wanted Coin to think she was still on her side

- “Its all over when the Mockingjay sings”... “hour after hour of ballads, love songs and mountain airs”

- I love Greasy Sae

- I really want to know what was going through Peeta’s head when he decided to dig up evening primrose bushes

- “flakes of skin the size of playing cards” owie ouch ow ow nope

Bonus CF: I love Mags just wanting a nap

- poor Madge

- poor Buttercup and Katniss I just love them bonding

- growing back together is something I love... does anyone have good fic recs for growing back together?

- I love the description for toast babies so much

-- “I make a list of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do” I remember I had a very bad day and I was reading this scene and was looking at this blank notebook I had and thought why not and just have this small notebook with a few different stories of kindness in it and things I drew a picture of the blue mockingjay on it and a dandelion

- “Much worse games to play” It took me awhile to understand what this meant and I understand now

It was kind of a ride rereading this series again especially after Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and you know what I still love this series and these characters

I don’t see Lucy Gray turning into Coin but I do see them as being related

#ellie rereads #mockingjay #the hunger games #long post #balladspoilers #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas spoilers #tbosas #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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himluv · 4 years

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Thoughtful

Another Solavellan oneshot, because this is my life now. Set a week or so after A Different Kind of Truth.

Riallan stood at the war table with her advisors and mulled over what her next steps should be. The Hinterlands were rift-free now, and she’d rescued their soldiers from the Avvar. She knew that she could only delay sealing the Breach for so much longer, but she was adamant that the mages get settled and rest before she called upon them. She could return to the Storm Coast, but she’d only just felt like she’d dried out after the Mires. She wasn’t sure she could handle another week of rain.

“Herald,” Leliana said.

“Hmm?” Riallan looked up to see the ghost of a smile on the Nightingale’s lips.

“It is getting late,” she said. “Perhaps we could continue this in the morning?”

She looked around the table, at the knowing look between Jospehine and Leliana, at the distinctly uncomfortable look on Cullen’s face, and Cassandra’s barely concealed excitement and knew that they were up to something.

It couldn’t be later than five, and they’d worked well past that before, but she didn’t argue. “If you think that’s best,” she said.

Josephine shuffled her papers into a tidy pile. “I know I could use the time. We have several dignitaries from Orlais requesting a tour of our operations.”

“How exciting,” Cullen said, a wry smile on his lips.

“Riveting,” the ambassador said. “If you have need of me, I will be in my office.” She left the room and thus released them from the spell of the War Council.

Cassandra followed Riallan out of the Chantry. “What will you do with your evening?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Maybe I’ll have dinner in the tavern. It’s been awhile since I’ve irritated Sera.”

The Seeker snorted. “It does not take much.”

She smiled. “Sometimes it’s the simple things, Cassandra.”

“Maker knows, that is the truth.” They paused at the side door to the tavern. “Have a good evening, Herald.” It was an oddly formal farewell, but then, Riallan thought Cassandra was frequently oddly formal.

“You too, Seeker.” Inside the tavern was loud, the evening festivities well underway. Maryden strummed her lute and sang an upbeat song, one a few folks seemed to have already learned.

“This one’s ‘bout me!” Sera crowed when she spotted Riallan. She bounced her head along to the beat, a giant grin on her face. “Catchy, innit?”

She listened for a moment and had to admit that it was. “Not too bad.”

“Yeah. Wait a tick,” she squinted at Riallan. “What are you doin’ here?”

“In the tavern?” Riallan looked around, waiting for the punchline.

“Yeah, you’re s’posed to be--”

“-- in meetings!” Varric said, joining their conversation. “You’re always in meetings.”

“Right, yeah. Always stuck blabbing with ol’ curly hair and stabby whatsit.”

She looked between them and crossed her arms. “All right. You’re being weird.” Sera opened her mouth, but Riallan cut her off. “Weirder than usual. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Varric promised. He covered his mouth so Sera couldn’t see his lips. “Between you and me, Buttercup has had one too many.”

Sera blew a raspberry at him, but didn’t otherwise deny his claim.

“If you say so,” she said. “I’m going to order dinner. If that’s all right with you two?”

Varric raised his tankard to her and smiled. “By all means, Herald.”

If she thought her companions were acting strangely, the bartender confirmed all of her suspicions that her friends were up to something.

“Good evening, Flissa,” she said.

“Your worship,” the woman said, promptly ignoring the two other patrons that sat at the bar. Riallan felt bad, but neither man seemed to care. “Order anything you like. I’ll have it sent to your quarters straight away.”

“My quarters?” She had planned to eat with Varric and Sera. Maybe even see if Bull and Dorian wanted to join them.

“Yes, Ma’am.” She smiled, but her nervousness soured the expression. “We’ll bring it to you, just like he said to.”

“Like who said to?” What was going on in this village?

Flissa covered her mouth with one hand. “Oh. Oh no. I’ve ruined it, haven’t I?”

“Considering that I have no clue what is happening, I don’t think so Flissa.” She smiled, finding the woman’s good-natured panic actually endearing.

“Oh good!” She ran her hands through her hair, then rested them on her hips. “Now what can I get for you, Herald?”

Riallan ordered a larger meal than usual, one with more red meat than she would typically eat. She had a reason to treat herself this evening, after all. She waved to Varric and Sera on her way out, both of whom lifted their glasses to her as she went.

Once outside, she looked up the stairs to where Solas usually stood, but he wasn’t there. The wind bit at her as the sun set behind the mountains, so maybe he’d just gone indoors to avoid the cold. But she didn’t think so; that would be too convenient. He was up to something.

It wasn’t until she stepped into her cabin that she remembered their conversation in the Fade all those nights ago. They’d been so busy, traipsing through the Hinterlands, solving so many problems that she’d completely forgotten they’d even talked about her birthday.

Solas clearly had not.

In the center of her room stood a large tub, steam rising off the water in gentle wafts. It smelled wonderful, like crystal grace and lavender, fresh and floral. The fragrance alone made her want to climb into the tub and let all of her troubles melt away.

But there was more than just a warm bath waiting for her.

A small table sat next to the basin. On it sat a bottle of Antivan Red accompanied by a delicately stemmed glass, a leather-bound book, and a note. As much as her fingers itched to open the book, she started with the note. His handwriting was unsurprisingly neat, the letters crisp and swooping into one another. Somehow, the words looked just how he sounded.

Riallan,

I hope you do not consider this impertinent, but I do not think it unreasonable you have an evening to yourself. Unfortunately, I could not avoid including some of the others in my plans; getting ‘fancy Orlesian soaps’ on such short notice would have been impossible without Leliana’s assistance. The wine is a gift from Lady Montilyet. She assures me that this vintage is particularly satisfying. Dorian crafted the rune heating the water, which he insisted I mention. The book is a gift from me.

I hope all is to your liking.

Annar’vegara’shenathe nuvenehn,

Solas

She stared at the note, blinking back sudden tears. Riallan knew he was thoughtful, that was readily apparent from their conversations in the Fade. But she couldn’t help thinking that this was an awfully big gesture coming from him. She set the note down and took up the book with trembling hands.

She had no idea what to expect in a gift from Solas. Maybe a text about magic, or ancient Elvhenan, if such a thing existed. But the soft, leather cover held neither of those things. It was a sketchbook, and now she recognized it as the book he’d carried with him during their travels so far. She’d noticed him drawing, of course. He’d spent many an evening with the book on his lap, a soft ball of light hovering over the pages as he sketched beside their campfire.

She had no idea what he drew, and she hadn’t wanted to pry. Now she held the answer in her hands. The first few pages were mostly landscapes, quick sketches of rocks and creeks and trees. She recognized some of the landmarks from her time in the Hinterlands. She leaned against the edge of the tub, fascinated by this glimpse into his point of view.

The next drawing was so detailed it barely qualified as a sketch. She recognized the long, bony fingers and the lines in the palm as her own, even with the gash of the mark down the center. There were notes in his tidy script around the drawing, so small she had to squint to make them out.

On the back of that page was a rough sketch of her face. Her brow was furrowed, eyes closed, the lines of her vallaslin drawn in light dashes on her forehead and cheeks. Even though the sketch was obviously a quick one, she felt breathless at how accurate the image was.

After that there were more drawings of members of the Inquisition. Cassandra and Varric, Leliana, even Cullen and Jospehine. They all made their appearance in the pages of Solas’ mind. There were depictions of the Breach and the demons that appeared through the tear in the Veil. Those pages were often shaded with aggressive strokes, the graphite smeared and angry.

As she flipped through the pages she got a sense of the timeline of the book. It started with his journey to Haven, then his time watching over her, followed by the first days of the Breach and the Inquisition. Toward the middle of the book were drawings of plants and animals, familiar landscapes from their travels so far.

And the closer to the present she came, the more she saw her own face staring back at her. Looking back over her shoulder. Sitting at the fire, a smile on her lips. Sitting with her back to him, looking out over the water of the Fallow Mire. There was even one of her barefaced with long hair, as she’d been as a child. As he’d seen her in her dream.

Riallan flipped the page and met with blank space. She blinked, turning pages to find more of his drawings, but the remainder of the book was empty. Her heart sank, the disappointment heavy in her chest. She would have looked at his drawings the whole night if she could. She cradled the book to her and wondered at receiving such a gift. She had no words for what it meant to her.

A knock at her door announced the arrival of her dinner. Flissa brought it herself, hemming and hawing and generally making a fuss. She left it on the table beside the tub and wished Riallan happy birthday, which made the elf blush.

Once she was alone, she eyed the tub. The rune would keep the water warm and she wouldn’t be gone long enough for the food to go cold. Her mind made up, she held the sketchbook tight against her chest and hurried out into the cold night air.

She hesitated at his door for just a moment; she’d never been inside his cabin before. And despite his presence in hers only a few weeks ago, she feared she was intruding. Then she thought of the tub, the wine, and the book in arms.

She knocked gently and instantly worried he wouldn’t hear her. But of course he did.

“Riallan,” he greeted, surprise on his face. He looked her up and down and realized she must be cold. “Come in.”

She stepped over the threshold and turned to him before he’d even closed the door. “Thank you,” she said. She couldn’t keep the blush from her face or the tremor from her voice, but she refused to let that stop her. “You didn’t have to do all this. The wine, the soaps, this book? Really, it was more than--”

He shook his head but a smile played at the edges of his mouth. “I hardly acted alone,” he said. “Did you read my note?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I read the note! But, Solas, this book?” She shook her head. “It’s amazing. I knew you enjoyed drawing, but I had no idea you were so talented.”

He looked away, suddenly bashful under her gaze.

“I can’t keep it,” she said.

He looked up at her sharply, hurt flashing across his face. She held the book out for him to take, but he didn’t move. He eyed the sketchbook and swallowed before reaching out to take it. “May I ask why not?”

She smiled at him. “It’s not finished,” she said. “I want to see what you’ll draw next.”

He looked at her as if she were some intricate riddle, a puzzle he couldn’t manage to solve. It was that intense, searching gaze she’d come to expect from him, and this time it sent a flash of heat through her.

The flush of embarrassment on her cheeks only made her more self-conscious. “So, yeah. I’m going to go… take a bath now?” She bit her lip at how awkward she sounded. With any luck she would drown and never have to face him again.

He laughed, but opened the door for her, his sketchbook tucked under one arm. “Happy birthday, Riallan,” he said as she walked past him.

“Thank you, Solas.”

Even as she walked back to her cabin, eager to enjoy her evening of solitude, another part of her couldn’t wait until she fell asleep. These days, the best part of her day happened long after she’d slipped into the Fade. She expected tonight would be no exception.

#riallan lavellan #solavellan #dai #solavellan hell #my writing #fanfic #this is my life now

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Tattoo Fixers : Panem

Author: @thegirlfromoverthepond

Rating: T

Summary: Katniss needs someone to fix a bad tattoo.

AN: Deepest, deepest thanks to the amazing @xerxia31 who beta-ed this piece.

Even though I liked the prompt, it took me times to find the idea for this story - until I watched my TV, which prompted an episode of Tattoo Fixers - London. Maybe some of you from the EuroClub know about it ? Anyways, here is my take at this week’s prompt.

Hope you have fun.

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She would be fascinated by the ballet of assistants running around the shop if she wasn’t embarrassed to be sitting there, being prepped by a team of make-up artists and a hairdresser.

Just looking at the people putting mascara on her eyebrows or trying to tame her hair was a spectacle in itself, with their tattoos poking out from under every bit of clothing, along with piercings or blue hair.

Katniss felt utterly out of place, waiting for her turn to appear on a television show she didn’t even want to go on. Alas, it was the only free way to fix something she had regretted since she had woken up after a particularly drunken night with her cousin Gale.

It was all Gale’s fault. It had been the day of her father’ funeral, the day after Gale buried his own. After the ceremony, after everyone had gone home, Gale had taken Katniss out. She hadn’t asked, just silently nodded when he had grabbed the keys of his father’s old pickup, heading out to their favorite spot in town, to get drunk.

In the hopes they could forget the void left by their fathers.

They had spent hours in that bar, drinking until they couldn’t drink anymore, until everything faded into blackness. The next morning, however, they’d woken up together in the bed of the pickup truck, each sporting the mother of all hangovers and a lovely souvenir of their evening

Apparently, they had somehow found their way to a tattoo parlor.

Since that night, Gale had sported a wonderful peacock on his biceps, which he still found funny all these years later.

Katniss wasn’t as lucky. She all but hated the cartoonish, badly drawn bow and arrow on the inside of her forearm. The only good thing about it was its size - tiny, so a wristband could cover it easily. She took to wearing one everyday. Solid. In leather.

Arrow. Her father’s name, had been inked forever on her arm. She would have loved it if she had been able to choose the drawing properly, instead of having been branded with a cupid-ike tattoo design.

Hence her presence on the set of Tattoo Fixers, a reality show where talented tattoo artists helped people cover up their tattoo disasters with gorgeous works of inked art.

Removing the tattoo was way too expensive for her bank account. But Prim had convinced her to share her story with all the whole country, risking the humiliation of being branded as a drunk crazy woman on cable TV.

Wonderful.

“Katniss? You’re on in five,” a young assistant told her, making the team of preppers buzz around her like there was a breach in a beehive. One man, Flavius she thought his name was, because why not, was complaining about the state of her nails, how chipped they were, how he couldn’t do miracles, how he couldn’t find time to fit in a manicure in the remaining five minutes.

“I’m a botanist. It would be destroyed by tomorrow anyway.” She shrugged the thought away, almost taking pleasure in the disgusted look on his face. Take that, Flavius.

When the assistant came back, all smiles and happy mood, Katniss followed her out of the parlor and onto the street. Just like any other participant, she would have to walk to the shop, entering as if she was a totally random client.

Bull.Shit.

The only random part was which tattoo artist she would choose. At least she would be surprised by their drawings.

This was staged TV, reality-TV. She usually couldn’t stand it.

She sighed, taking her place ion the street.

“Remember, start walking when the director shouts ‘Action!’”

Katniss resisted the temptation to roll her eyes.

She started walking as casually as possible when she was told to, entering the shop as naturally as she could manage, trying to avoid laughing at the host’s attire of the day. Nobody ever bothered telling Caesar Flickerman that he might be colorblind. Today, he was mixing a flashy orange shirt with beautiful purple bermuda shorts. No doubt the episode would air in summer.

“Here is our next client!” Caesar sounded a little too enthusiastic at her entrance into the parlor. “What’s your name, darling?” He took her hand, helping her sit on the couch facing the one where the three tattoo artists were sitting.

She took a deep breath before answering, hoping her voice didn’t falter.

As she explained why she was there, Katniss took a good look at the three people in front of her, mentally thanking Prim for the briefing she’d given Katniss before she left that morning.

There was the woman, Jo, whose body was almost fully covered in tattoos and piercings. Only her face remained pristine, making her red hair stand out. She was sitting next to Finnick, who as the star tattooist of the program was sitting between his two colleagues. Finnick’s body was a work of art. Prim had swooned over it for much too long when she had briefed her sister, showing Katniss pictures of the man who appeared to live his life shirtless. Katniss had then been privy to the numerous tattoos that adorned his back, a chinese setting, dragon included.

She had seen several shots of him, of his so perfect body that made women of all ages swoon over him. Of course, Katniss was well aware of the dispatch of muscles, the Greek-god physique Finnick had, and fully expecting to be struck with lust as soon as she laid eyes on him in person. Yet nothing happened.

Nothing. At. All.

She was much more intrigued by the third tattooist, sitting next to Finnick. If Jo was a picture of the bad girl, Finnick the perfection, this third person was something else. He screamed “normal”, standing out from the two others, in Katniss’ opinion. Maybe it was because she couldn’t see a single tattoo on him, not even the required tribal band around his biceps.

There was something about his blue eyes, about his messy blond air that made her look at him more than the two others. Something that attracted her.

“This is Peeta, but we call him Peet. He’s the newcomer as Cato decided he needed a year off,” Finnick said and Peeta smiled. “So, how do you want us to cover the tattoo? Any specific request?”

“Well, nothing arrow-esque, or cupid-like. I’d like something that’s more inspired by nature,” she said. She just wanted the stupid bow and arrow to be covered.

Both Finnick and Jo grabbed their sketchbooks and started to draw. But she could feel Peeta’s eyes on her, lingering for a few seconds before he in turn, dived in.

“Well, tell us about you, Kathy?” Caesar said,making idle conversation to allow the tattooists time to finish their drawings.

“It’s Katniss, actually. Nothing thrilling, I’m a botanist and I live with my sister, Primrose.”

“Oh, that’s nice, she’s named for a flower!”

Katniss couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She knew this part would be cut because nobody really cared about the chit chat between a host and someone they would forget as soon as she left the office.

“Just like I am, it’s kind of a family tradition.”

“And you’re a florist! Isn’t it amazing.”

“I’m a botanist, but not far away.”

She was already over her talk with the host. A talk she was quite sure only lasted a few minutes, still felt like two long days.

“We’re ready, Kitty Kat. Here’s my drawing.” Jo handed over her sketchbook, on which a beautiful cat was displayed. With red fun, he would have been a striking copy of her sister’s cat, Buttercup, aka the bane of her existence. “You strike me as independent and very focused, hence, the cat.”

“It’s beautiful, Jo, thank you,” Katniss said, as she took in the beautiful shape of the cat’s ear, the detailed eyes. The woman had talent.

“I went for something more… natural,” Finnick said. “ I hope you like it!” He handed her his sketchbook, then leaned back on the couch, taking a sugarcube out of his pocket before popping it in his mouth.

On the page in front of her was a display of gorgeous intertwining orchid flowers.

“I can do them in different shades, like a watercolor painting, you know?” Finnick added, as Katniss stared in awe.

“It’s lovely, wow, I wasn’t expecting that, Finnick.” Between the two drawings, her choice was made. She wasn’t even sure Peeta would be able to compete.

“She’ll pick mine, guys, I’m ready to bet ten bucks!” Finnick lifted his arms in victory.

“It doesn’t have to be a big one, right?” Katniss asked, hoping his answer would be a no.

“It can be whatever you desire, sweetheart.” Finnick’s voice was sugary, and his green eyes sparkled as he winked at her.

Which made Katniss roll her eyes.

“Well, Finnick, this one’s immune to your charms.” Peeta’s voice, amused, chimed in. “Katniss, here is my take for your tattoo.”

She put down Finnick’s sketchbook to take Peeta’s. There were no words to describe her feelings when she looked down at the drawing on the paper. She had expected something somewhere between Jo and Finnick’s like an animal in nature, or just a drawing of a beach, absolutely not what she had before her eyes.

Peeta had drawn a wave.

A single, simple wave.

Yet, the closer she looked, the more details she could see. The wave was made entirely of flowers.

Primroses and katniss were braided together with such precision, with such attention, it was mesmerizing.

From two feet away the drawing looked like a wave.

But to her, for the closer her eyes got, it was a flower wall.

She opened her mouth to talk, to express how incredible she found the drawing.

No words came out.

She had to take a deep breath before gathering her thoughts before she was able to talk again.

“This. This is what I want.”

“Shall we go, then?” Peeta asked, rising from the couch.

She nodded her agreement before following him to the back.

She was glad the cameras didn’t filming the whole process. They were busy filming other segments with other “clients”.

“What prompted you to draw this? I mean I had no idea that was what I wanted until you showed me…” she asked.

“Your talk with Caesar. You told him you were a botanist, that it was a tradition to have flower names in your family. So I checked what Katniss was. It came up with sagit-something…”

“Sagittaria sagittifolia.,” she said under her breath.

He laughed, as he charged his machine with ink.

“Yes, that. You said you live with your sister, and I remembered you told us you got this awful thing after a funeral so I added one and one… You must have a pretty close relationship with your sister.”

“Yeah, we do …..” She was watching him come closer with his machine. She had a question, though. “How do I know you can tattoo? I mean, you don’t even have any of your own?”

“I do have one tattoo, but it’s hidden. I’m not as extrovert as Finn and Jo.”

“I noticed.. Could I see it ?”

“Well, it would involve you seeing me at least half naked… “

She blushed. “Oh, my, sorry…”

“No need to apologize. I did Finn’s dragon, and can show you pictures of previous works I’ve done, if you need references …. “

“It’s okay, I trust you.”

He smiled, a gentle, kind, warm smile at her words.

As soon as he started working on her forearm the cameras returned. He explained the steps he was taking, using the shape of the bow for the wave, the body of the arrow to line up the braids of flowers.

“It’s done. You can look.” His voice took her by surprise. She looked down, finding herself at a loss for words, again.

There was no way she would hide this one under a wristband.

After the mandatory shots for the TV, Peeta was wrapping her arm in cello, when he asked.

“I kinda won twenty bucks earlier, thanks to you. Want to share it with a tea?”

“No,” she answered. As his face fell, she added, “But I’d love a hot chocolate with whipped cream, if you know a place.”

He knew a place.

(Turned out he had a tree of life tattoo along his ribcage. She could spend hours tracing it with her fingers. Or her tongue.)

#tales of panem #talesofpanem #week 7 #wave #thegirlfromoverthepond #submission

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lordofthenerds97 · 5 years

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Hey there! Can I request a ship pleeeeease? I'm 20, tallish, short, curly hair, and sometimes wear glasses. I love cartoons, art, and reading. I'm super OCD and have a lot of anxiety. I can be super awkward but also outgoing. I'm extremely sarcastic and have a short and explosive temper. I'm extremely protective of my friends and family. I love being outside and anything to do with nature!

Of course you can, hun!

I ship you with...

Alexei!

You were on your way to visit your Uncle Jim. You were supposed to stay with him and your cousin El for three weeks

He hadn’t been answering his phone for the last couple days, but nonetheless, you were on your way to Hawkins. You didn’t have anything to worry about. Right?

The top to your Camaro was down as you drove the sunny roads, letting the wind blow through your curly hair as you hummed to the mixtape your brother made you

You took your eyes off the road briefly to grab your cherry slushie and push up your aviators

When you looked back up, you let out a scream and slammed on the brakes, dropping your drink and whipping the wheel around

When you finally stopped, there were skid marks all over the road and your car was then turned sideways

You had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as you sat there, breathing heavily and trying not to panic

“What the he**?”

You heard your door being ripped open and you felt a hand on your arm

“Y/N?”

You looked over to your Uncle, who looked a little worse for wear

“Uncle Jimmy?” you choked

He pulled out of the car and into his arms where you let out a sob, hugging him tightly

“It’s okay, Y/N. I got you.”

“But...but...”

He shushed you and began threading his fingers through your curls, something he knew calmed you down when you were on the verge of losing it

You hugged him tightly and let your tears stain his floral shirt

“Hop?”

He turned slightly at the sound of Joyce’s voice

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” the woman asked as she rushed towards you. She took one look at the scene and then glared at Hopper

“That’s a good question, Joyce,” he said. “What are you doing up here, kiddo?”

“I...I was supposed to visit...you and El...” you managed to squeak

He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands through his hair, cursing under his breath

“Did you forget?”

He let out another curse which made you smile softly, still being held by Joyce

You sniffed and wiped your nose on the sleeve of your rolled up flannel before taking off your glasses that were now askew. “What are you guys doing out here?”

The panic was slowly subsiding and you were able to think rational thoughts

“My jeep broke down...the engine might have exploded.”

You rolled your eyes at him

“Would you mind giving us a ride?”

You nodded and gestured to the car. “Go ahead. I don’t think I’m going to drive for a while.”

“Good. Smirnoff! Get over here!”

You winced at how loud his voice was and almost let out a yelp when another man emerged from the woods

He was handcuffed and wore a small frown as he approached

His eyes settled on you and his expression changed completely. “Is she hurt?”

Hopper rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t understand you.”

“Hurt?” he tried again, his voice slow and unsure as he gestured to your shaking and tear filled form

“No, she’s okay.” Joyce said before Hop could answer

“Who’s this?” you asked nervously, hugging your arms around your middle

He took a few steps closer to you and inclined his head. “Alexei,” he said

You grinned. “I’m Y/N.”

“A pleasure, Y/N.” he said with a smile

And that was how you were cajoled into helping them get to Illinois

Joyce gave you the rundown as Hopper drove. You were sitting in the back, content with Alexei while you dug your sketchbook out of your purse

It was something that always helped to settle your raging mind

Alexei watched curiously as your hand moved across the paper

After a few moments of him staring, you shifted a little closer so he could see what you were doing

He watched for a few more minutes before he spoke up. “Pretty...”

You grinned at him while Jim glared at you both from the rearview mirror. “Hey, Smirnoff, quit trying to flirt with my niece.”

When you finally got to where you were going, Jim tossed the keys back to you and led your small group up to a warehouse. After introducing yourselves and Hopper telling the man to open up, the door opened with a bang

You let out a screech at the gun that was suddenly swiveling between you and Alexei

You let out an annoyed growl soon after, placing your hands on your hips

“Listen here, son. I don’t know who the he** you are or where the he** I am. What I do know, is that I’ve had a rough day. I almost ran over my uncle, had a panic attack in the road, spent the afternoon dealing with the sexual tension between those two, and now, I have a freaking gun in my face. I’m certainly not in the mood for this s***, and I don’t need this kind of energy. So if you kindly get that gun out of my face, I will consider not breaking your arm in three places.”

Everyone looked at you in surprise. You had walked towards the man with the gun as you let out an angry rant, even shoving your finger in his chest when he was pressed up against the wall

He looked between you and the other two, raising an eyebrow. “I like her. Come in.”

You crossed your arms as you followed the group into the warehouse that he apparently called his home

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Y/N.”

“That was a he** of a speech, Y/N. Did you ever consider joining-”

“Leave my niece alone, Murray.”

About an hour passed and Murray set you and Alexei in front of the TV, which was playing Looney Tunes. You were happy to oblige until he opened his mouth

He had to make a snarky comment

“Have fun kids. The adults need to have a conversation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Then you might want to stay here, Murray. I don’t think Uncle Jim would take too kindly to you eavesdropping on their conversation.”

He let out a snort and ignored you as he walked away. You, on the other hand, smirked triumphantly

You had found a bobby pin in your purse and quickly undid the cuffs that held Alexei, to which he was grateful

The two of you got to know each other as best you could, despite the language barrier

But when Hop tried to get him to talk, Alexei wouldn’t open his mouth. Without a few demands being met, of course

And you were perfectly happy to put your order in

An hour later, he reappeared with some slurpees, and food from Burger King. You happily began sipping on your own drink before taking out some fries

As soon as Alexei took a drink, he scowled, making you laugh at his expression

“It’s strawberry.”

Murray quickly translated and Hop tried his best to stay calm as he explained, “There was no more Cherry. Y/N got the last one.”

And with that, you glanced over at Alexei as Murray translated. His features softened, but you took the drink from him and replaced it with your own. You took a sip and broke into a smile. “Good thing I like strawberry too.”

And that was it

From that moment on, Alexei was smitten with you

Anything else they asked him to do, as long as you were around, he willingly did it

He did it because he knew you cared. You did your best to accomodate him, even if it wasn’t exactly to your advantage. You listened to what he had to say and Murray was rather helpful when it came to understanding each other

You learned a few Russian words along the way, your favorite being придурок, which meant dork

That evening, Murray was dividing places to sleep. “Joyce, you can have the spare bedroom, Hopper, you can take the living room, and Y/N and Alexei can share the pullout.”

You raised an eyebrow at the connotations Murray was suggestion, to which he just grinned

You huffed and grabbed your duffel from the car, knowing you had some pjs with you. Alexei probably wasn’t going to be comfortable in slacks and a button down shirt, so you threw him a pair of large drawstring sweats

He looked at you in surprise as you walked out of the room to change

When you got back, you tapped on the door, waiting to hear his quiet voice

“Yes?”

You stepped back inside, your baggy shirt covering the short shorts you wore

He was standing in front of the couch, trying to figure out how to get the bed out

You laughed at his confused expression before walking over and pushing his bare arm to get him out of the way

You pulled the bed out of the couch and he watched in what you would call wonder

He grabbed a pillow. “You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew what he meant when he began to make a small bed on the floor. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, guiding him back to the bed

“As long as you’re not a bed hog, we can share.”

He grinned at you as you made yourself comfortable before settling down beside you. “Goodnight, little one.”

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unklarity · 5 years

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Critical Role: Jester

“I use Thaumaturgy to open all the windows.”

“Click “keep reading” for more photos and a description of my Jester magic box! :)

First of all, I adore Jester, because who doesn’t? Second, I’ve been wanting to fill a box with glitter and rhinestones and unicorns for ages, so of course I was waiting for the opportunity to make a Jester box. This box was a bit different for me as I usually work with darker wood, and I had to fight my instincts the entire time to sand the whole box and stain it darker, even though I knew that the lighter wood color would fit better.

I decided to try wood burning for the first time on the lid, which was a bit nerve-wracking, but I love how it came out. I wanted it to look a bit unpolished, so I fought my instincts (again) to go over it and make it look perfect. I decided to go with the Traveler symbol because, while it’s not the entirety of her character, her relationship with the Traveler shaped who Jester is in a big way. (Also, the gems are inset, which was another thing I learned for this box and can’t wait to do again!)

The inside lid is definitely a contrast to the simplicity of the outside, with Jester’s spiritual weapon and guardians, plus loads of pink and sparkles.

Three of the big things I knew I wanted to include were Jester’s sketchbook, her Haversack, and a little Traveler statue like the ones she’d made with her paints. The sketchbook, of course, is green, and filled with some of the sketches Jester has done, the Moon tarot card, and a tiny Traveler pamphlet; The tiny Traveler mini has been hand-painted my me, his face hidden as always by his signature green cloak.

The haversack is full of donuts, gold coins, pastries, and perhaps a romance novel, among other things, such as her pearl of power, a charm for Kiri with a black feather, dagger and heart (stamped with “I am very sweet”), a green ribbon from Calianna, and the sapphire necklace from her Mom.

As far as stones go, there aren’t as many in this box as in some of the others. Like Caduceus, I ended up with barely enough room to fit in all the things I wanted, so I left the crystals for last and worked with the tiny amount of space I had remaining. There’s an aqua aura quartz tower (for help processing emotional disturbances, grief and trauma) and a rose quartz tower (for unconditional love), as well as prehnite, a healing stone that focuses on people who heal others, moonstone for mischievousness and illusion, and kunzite for help processing emotional trauma, releasing fear and grief and promoting peace. There’s also pink tourmaline and a rhodonite heart for healing, support, and joy, chalcedony for nurturing and trying to bring harmony to others, amazonite for using creativity and art as a communication device and to help with emotional difficulties.

Now for the potions! These were a ton of fun, and also an interesting challenge. Initially, I came up with themes super quickly (which was blessedly a contrast from Fjord and Caleb, who took FOREVER) but as I worked with them a bit, the things I wanted to convey shifted and I changed directions a few times. Potions 1-3 are in the first photo and potions 4-6 are in the second photo (in order from left to right).

The first potion is meant to signify Jester’s origins. Her loneliness as a child, having to remain hidden as the daughter of a courtesan, and the Traveler or adults being her only “friends.” She was definitely sheltered, but made the best of it and still viewed her childhood as a positive experience that led to her becoming an agent of chaos via the traveler. There’s heather for solitude and loneliness, rosebud for youth, a mix of sea salt & black salt for being sheltered/overprotected, nutmeg for having to stay hidden, bluebell for mischief and laughter/trickery, calendula for joy, and a daisy for innocence, loyal love, faith, and cheer. There’s also forsythia for anticipation/waiting for adventure, peony for happiness in childhood, and purple carnation for whimsy/capriciousness. It is sealed with the symbol of the Traveler.

Potion number two deals with who Jester is as a person and what is important to her. She is many things: a cleric, an artist, an agent of chaos, a follower of the Traveler, but there’s so much we still don’t know about her despite how open she seems to be. In this potion is acorn for power and wisdom despite youth, cinquefoil for wisdom and being on a journey or quest, olive leaf for searching for a home or family, sage for healing, cedar for strength and confidence in abilities, and goldenrod for magic/divination/scrying. There’s also rose for attracting friends, violet and vervain for creativity, sweet pea for attracting adventure and chaos into one’s life, and buttercup, which has a lot of meanings: naivete, cheerfulness, charm, directness, beauty, and “big things come in small packages.” Sealed with a donut stamp and silver wax.

The third potion is about Jester’s struggle with feeling like she has to be happy all the time and smile her sadness away, or always be available to comfort others. It seems to me like she constantly doubts the validity of her negative feelings even though she doesn’t do the same with others - especially when she’s dealing with fear of being alone/abandoned after being kidnapped and after being in the HFB. On the contrary, though, she’s quick to soothe that doubt in others, whether it’s doubt in her god or the M9’s doubt in themselves. This potion contains pansy for love and spreading happiness (which, to me, is Jester’s love language), chrysanthemum for optimism, baby’s breath for comfort and hiding behind simplicity, yarrow for fear and doubt in oneself, amethyst for fear of abandonment. It also contains chamomile for difficulty dealing with trauma, cypress for grief and loss, and rosemary for protection (specifically, trying to protect and heal her friends in battle and prevent any more loss from happening). Sealed with a crystal heart stamp, silver wax and blue pigment.

The fourth potion represents Jester’s experience with love and life as almost an outsider. She is unfamiliar with life outside of the Lavish Chateau, and her experience with romance is almost entirely from books and stories. This obviously creates a pretty large disconnect between her and others, as well as leaving her with a lot of doubts in herself, as well as the motivations and actions of others. For example, she doesn’t know how to deal with her feelings for Fjord when he doesn’t react like storybook characters - and she argues with Caleb because she can’t understand that not everyone grew up as privileged as she did. This potion includes hibiscus for romantic love, red rose for storybook ideas of romance, and vervain for wealth, not having to worry about money, and growing up with “culture.” There’s also basil for confusion, and lilac for for growth, representing her journey from ignorance to knowledge and naivete to wisdom. Sealed with a unicorn stamp and silver wax.

Potion number five deals with Jester’s relationship with her mother. her mom, relationship with mom as a child vs as an adult. As a child, Jester didn’t have much companionship beyond her Mother and the Traveler, so she definitely put her mother up on a pedestal (and still does) and saw her as someone who could do no wrong, but now that she’s an adult and has left home, she starts, bit by bit, to see her mother as a whole person. She compares herself to her mother, and definitely seems to feel inferior to someone she’s held up as an ideal of beauty, grace, talent and kindness - but we see her just beginning to acknowledge Marion’s shortcomings and mistakes as part of her character and accept them, as well as have hopes and dreams for her mother as well as herself. There’s pink carnation for mother’s love, red carnation for admiration and “I miss you,” rose quartz for love, pink sea salt for protection and soothing, and lavender for her mom’s perfume. There’s also gold coins for Marion wanting Jester to be comfortable financially, and mugwort for Jester beginning to worry about her mom as an adult and wanting the best for her/wanting her to not have to work anymore. Written in the bottle is “I send a message to my mama,” for all the messages Jester has sent to Marion. Sealed with a ruby stamp and silver wax with red pigment.

Finally, the sixth potion is about her friends. Jester has always shown incredible loyalty and love for her friends. When she says to her mom, “These are some really good people I’m with,” it’s clear she believes in the rest of the Mighty Nein and their goodness even when they don’t. There’s jasmine for amiability, magnolia for loyalty, zinnia for remembering absent friends (Molly, and Yasha), agrimony for thankfulness, cloves for camaraderie (one for each member of the M9 including Molly). Also included is dogwood for devotion, garnet for familial bonds, and delphinium for levity, fun, big-heartedness, ardent attachment, and joy. Sealed with lollipop stamp and silver wax.

Thanks for reading! Jester had sold. You can check my “magic boxes” tag to see the rest of my CR magic boxes or see them on my website at unklarity (dot) com! <3

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theluckiestwitchathogwarts · 4 years

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Operation Secret Garden

Good morning and a happy holidays to my @mlsecretsanta recipient, @amlbfan!! I hope you enjoy it~

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“Are all the flowers planted?” Marinette heard Alya mutter into her earpiece. On the other lines she could just hear her friends give their signal.

“Perfect, go Rose!”

“Uh, me?”

Marinette could see Alya roll her eyes in her peripheral vision before replying, “No, the other Rose!”

Rose made a sound of confusion as Juleka chuckled, and pushed her cart forward.

After a few seconds of silence, Juleka’s voice crackled in their ears, “The rose has no thorns. Sunflower, you’re up.”

Marinette giggled softly as Alya grinned. She was so glad Alya roped them into this. Mylene squared her shoulders and, looking both ways, crossed the street to Officer Raincomprix.

“Ah, young miss, I believe you’re in my uh, my daughter’s class! What can I do for ya?”

“Monsieur, there is an illegally parked car across the street!” Mylene exclaimed, pointing towards the Gorilla’s car. Officer Raincomprix looked in the direction she pointed and narrowed his eyes.

“Thank you, mademoiselle, I’ll take it from here!” He marched off towards the car, and Mylene spoke into her earpiece. “The sunflower has shone! Tulip, you’re up!”

“Marinette, are you excited?” Alya left her microphone off and turned to face her best friend.

“More nervous than anything! What if something goes wrong? Or he actually does have his phone on him? Or-“

“Girl! It’s gonna be-“

“The tulip is… uh… I’m in place!”

“Perfect timing, Tulip! Buttercup just finished! I’m going to go hide, Lotus. Head around the corner! But don’t make it seem like you were waiting for him! I know you haven’t finished that dress design Rose was after!”

The two girls stood up and ran; Alya hid behind one of the pillars and Marinette sat on the steps by the rickshaw, taking out a sketchbook and flipping the pages to a half-drawn dress as Alya told her to. She idly moved her pencil around the page, half-assing strokes as she listened out for Adrien’s footsteps, feeling hyper-aware. Slowly, light pitter-patters made their way into her eardrums and she began to feel nervous. What if he wanted to wait for The Nanny to get back? What if he didn’t want to go with Marinette? What if-

“Marinette?”

“Ahh!!”

Even though she was expecting him, Adrien’s voice cutting into her thoughts still managed to spook her. She shot up, almost tripping over and Adrien narrowly dodged her head from breaking his jaw, which definitely would not have pleased his father.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry, Marinette! What are you drawing?”

“Oh, it’s a Rose for dress! No, uh, a dress for Rose! I felt a little crowded at home so I came out to get some fresh air! All your posters- uh, your dad’s fashions were uh, I see them every day so-“

“Haha, I get it! I wish I could get out of the house so freely like you!” Adrien’s gaze moved from Marinette’s face to the cars by the kerb, scrunching up slightly in confusion.

“Where’s…”

“Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, it’s just, my bodyguard should be here by now…”

Marinette heard a whisper behind her and turned her head a little to see Alya mouthing, “Ask. Him,” in her direction. She turned back to face him, counted to three in her head, then stuttered out, “Uh, hey, how about we rickshaw take home together this? Wait, no-“

“Sure, okay! Can I borrow your phone to text my bodyguard? I left mine in the car.”

“Oh, sure! It’s-“ She clicked the button on her phone but the screen did not light up. “It’s dead. Sorry, Adrien.”

“If we’re quick it should be fine! Are you ready?”

“After you!”

Adrien stepped into the rickshaw, holding his hand out to help Marinette in and soon the tall buildings of Paris moved past them as the rickshaw driver began to pedal.

“My house is the big one with a wall and gate around it, across the Seine and near Francis Dupont School, sir,” Adrien told the driver with a smile.

They reached the river after a short while when Marinette pointed out, “H-Hey! There’s Andre’s ice cream cart, you want stop do to- uh, do you want to stop?”

“Uh, sure! It shouldn’t take too long, right?”

“Yeah! Stop here please!” At the latter sentence, Marinette turned her direction to the rickshaw driver who smiled and nodded, slowing the rickshaw to a halt. Marinette hopped out of the rickshaw, feeling the warmth of Adrien’s hand leave hers and realised with a panic that he never let go.

“Marinette and Adrien, two of my favourites! I’ll fix you up, I hope you’ll savour it! Mint for his eyes and blueberry for her hair, and topped with cherry for their lips!”

Marinette’s face burned bright red as she glanced over at Adrien, who was just as red.

“Uh-“

CRASH. SCREAMING. MORE CRASHES.

Adrien and Marinette turned to the direction they came from and to their horror, buildings were toppling over, sending dust into the air. A large, blue, gorilla-like being was standing on all fours behind it, growling and stomping through the streets.

“Is that-“

“It’s my bodyguard!”

Adrien shoved the ice cream back into Andre’s hands, grabbed one of Marinette’s and ran back across the bridge.

“Ah-h-h! Adrien, what are you doing?!”

“We need to go!”

“Yeah, let’s hide, but not towards the akuma!”

“I think he’s akumatized because of me... I need to show him I’m all right.”

“Adrien, listen to me.”

He finally stopped struggling against Marinette’s grip and turned to face her.

“Let Ladybug and Cat Noir handle this. I don’t want you to get hurt trying to handle this, your fault or not! Okay?”

His eyes softened, “Alright.”

They both turned, still hand in hand, and ran for the other end of the bridge. Alix skated past them, leaving a small trail of flower petals behind as she shot off and turned left at the end of the bridge.

After running for a few minutes, they ended up in front of the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Marinette ripped open the door and shoved Adrien inside.

“Stay here, I’ll hide somewhere else! He won’t suspect you hiding here!”

“What about you?”

“He doesn’t know me, Adrien! I’ll hide out at Alya’s!”

“Okay, stay safe!”

Marinette ran a block before hiding in an alleyway, letting Tikki out of her bag when she was hidden.

“Marinette, you really should have thought this plan through!”

“This wasn’t my plan, it was Alya’s!”

“But you agreed to it! And you’ve seen how protective that man is of Adrien!”

“I know Tikki, I’ve learnt my lesson. Now, spots on!”

A shimmer of red light washed over her but Marinette barely gave a thought to the magic as she threw her yo-yo and flew away.

Swinging over the rooftops back towards the bridge, Ladybug found Cat Noir already running, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Cat Noir! Have you heard anything about the akuma?”

“Nope, what about you?”

“I heard on the bridge that it’s Adrien Agreste’s bodyguard!”

“You were on the bridge?”

“Uhhh,” Ladybug cringed internally. She couldn’t give away where she was without raising suspicion about her identity. “N-No, Andre the Ice-cream Man told me when he saw me at the start of the bridge!”

“Oh, okay! So what might the akuma be?”

They were now in the air, flipping towards a rooftop and bounding over it, closing in on the buildings that had been knocked down. The Gorilla was further down the street and had not yet noticed them. Ladybug squinted her eyes and looked carefully at him.

“I can’t see anything obvious... maybe in his pockets?”

“Do you reckon we could get close enough for that?”

“We’re gonna have to trap him. Lucky Charm!”

She threw her yo-yo, which transformed into a cell phone, and she sighed.

“Who am I supposed to call? What does this me-”

Ladybug paused and glanced over at the Gorilla, then Cat Noir. Her Ladybug vision lit up on their beings.

“Apparently, the magic is telling me to call him. Well, that’s the akumatized object out of the way!”

Cat Noir frowned. “How are we supposed to call him? How do we get the phone from him?”

“You need to run over there when I say so and grab it from his hand as he takes it out. Ready?”

He nodded and turned towards the Gorilla.

Ladybug pressed a button on the polka-dotted phone. It began to ring, and the Gorilla’s phone rang loudly in his pocket. He paused and began to reach for his phone.

“Now!”

Cat Noir pushed off and ran towards the Gorilla, leaping through the air and grabbing the phone from his fists just as he lifted it to his ear. Once safely on the other rooftop, he broke the phone and the akuma flew out of it.

“No more evil-doing for you, akuma. Time to de-evilize!”

Her yo-yo swung out and grabbed the butterfly, purifying it.

“Gotcha! Bye bye, little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!”

She threw the spotted phone into the air, spreading the magic of Creation around Paris and restoring the fallen buildings. Ladybug swung down to the ground near the restored Gorilla as Cat Noir descended on his staff.

“Sir, are you okay? Did you lose someone?”

He merely grunted, and showed a picture of Adrien on his phone.

“Oh, I’ve seen him! He was heading back to the mansion near Francis Dupont School with a friend! If you head back now he should be there soon,” Ladybug replied with a smile. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell your boss!”

The Gorilla grunted again, the hint of a smile on his gruff face as he entered his car nearby and left.

“So, pound it?”

“Pound it. Lovely working with you again, Bugaboo!”

Ladybug smiled before turning and leaping back towards the bridge again. She swung over the rooftops and landed in the alleyway near her house. De-transforming, she opened her bag for Tikki before she ran back to the bakery, colliding hard with Adrien as he opened the door to leave.

“Ow!” “Oof!” They proclaimed at the same time, cradling their heads briefly.

“Are you okay, Marinette?” “Sorry, Adrien!” They spoke again simultaneously then giggled, breaking down into laughter.

“Only I’m this clumsy, I must be rubbing off on you! Anyways, did you stay safe in the bakery?”

“Yeah, and Alya’s was safe too, right?”

“A-Aly- Yes! Yes, I was there, safe! Safe, yep.”

“It’s too bad our ride home got cut short with the akuma. I guess I should head back home now so he isn’t angry again.”

“Can I walk you home?”

Adrien smiled softly, replying with, “Sure.”

The short walk from the bakery to the mansion was quiet and Marinette glanced over at Adrien a few times with a blush grazed along her cheeks. Arriving at the Agreste mansion came far too soon, in her opinion.

“Y’know, despite hiding from the akuma, I had a good time with you, Marinette. Let’s do it again sometime!”

“Y-Yeah, sounds like good plan! A good plan! Haha, you’re good, uh, a good friend! Yeah…”

“Yeah… I’ll see you at school?”

“See you then, Adrien!”

Marinette watched as he approached the mailbox, spoke to the camera that popped out and soon enough he was through the gate. He stopped to wave back at her before heading inside. Marinette waved back then headed around the corner and squeaked, sliding down the wall.

“Tikki, did you hear that? We’re gonna hang out again!”

“I’m so happy for you, Marinette! You should tell the girls!

“Y-You’re right!”

Running back to the bakery, she sent a group text to the girls.

“Operation Secret Garden was a success!”

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