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catreginae · 2 years

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Thou Shalt Not Fall: A Sad Tea Party

Warriors is confronted by three, worried friends.

A couple notes here! a) this is part 2! Part 3 is going up tomorrow! If you haven't read part 1 though, I think you can manage without it. b) you get all of these updates because I promised I would upload two chapters this weekend if Warriors won the tumblr sexyman contest. I'm sure you know the result if the first of two updates this weekend. c) I changed Artemis to Athena because quirkle gave me the strength to. No, it's retroactive yet, but it starts here.

“To the castle now?”

Warriors nodded. They've been in his era for a few days now and they've yet to find anything that warranted a band of experienced heroes. Sure, a few bokoblins here and there, but those battles turned into a competition with some of them trying to find the most surprising way to kill the bokoblins. So far, Wild was winning – he killed a couple with a mop. A mop. He knew Wild was good with a wide variety of weapons but damn, that was something else.

“If there's anything weird happening in Hyrule, Athena and General Impa would know. We should be there sometime tomorrow.”

Time nodded. He knew how it was.

“You looking forward to it, old man?” Twilight asked. “You know Athena and General Impa from the war, right?”

“I do miss Athena and Impa,” Time said with a smile. “I especially miss Proxi though.”

Warriors only hummed. Time would miss the one person who would let him get away with all of his crimes and even help him commit said crimes. He missed Proxi too, along with Athena and Impa, but he wasn't sure he could face any of them at the moment. Even plastering a fake smile for the others was hard and he was pretty sure that he wasn't fooling any of them, but they didn't ask.

He didn't miss the way Time looked at him with a frown when he failed to add anything to the conversation. It was difficult to talk to any of them when Warriors kept thinking about how he one day might tear one his brothers' throat out with his bare teeth. It was all too easy to imagine one of them laying on the ground, bleeding out from his neck, instead of the traitorous woman.

Maybe he should just stay at the castle and let the others leave without him. What any right did he have to stay with any of them? They would just insist he come along despite the dangers he posed because they were too damn kind for their own good.

“Warriors?”

“Hmmm?” He wasn't even sure who was addressing him.

“Are you alright? You've been really quiet and out of it since you ate all of that hemlock. Are you sure it didn't do anything to you?” Wind asked with a pout.

“Ah, it's not the hemlock. It's something else, but I don't want to talk to about it.”

And those were the words that would get everybody off his back. If there was one thing they all held close to them, it was their thoughts and their secrets. There wasn't a whole lot you could keep to yourself when you travelled with a bunch of people but they had their thoughts and secrets – until those secrets blew up in their faces, of course. Until then though, they kept their secrets close to their hearts and nobody pried until they really felt it affected the group.

The rest of the day went with everybody leaving him be.

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They reached the castle by late afternoon.

And that's when it all began.

A guard was assigned with guiding the others to their rooms for the evening while Impa and Proxi dragged Warriors away for a meeting with Athena. What kind of conversation would be just between the four of them? If it was about the monsters, shouldn't the rest of them be with him? Surely, Impa and Proxi recognized Time and Wind?

“Link!” Athena called out as they entered her study. She wrapped him a tight hug as Impa closed and locked the door behind him, then went as far as to close the windows as well, pulling the curtains across to darken the room. For a moment, the only source of light in the room came from Proxi and Athena's fireplace but thankfully, Impa was quick to light up some lanterns. Of course, the three of them would be considerate enough to close the curtains, but he really didn't need them to fret about him that much. He could handle indirect light, but he appreciated the thought nonetheless. “I've been so worried about you.”

“I've missed you too. I write when I can but I never know when the letters will arrive when I'm in another timeline.”

“It's not the letters I'm worried about. Please, have a seat.”

He almost didn't because it made him nervous, but she was his superior so he did as he was told. At the table, her guest table where she discussed reports with him sometimes, there was a steaming teapot and several cups. It made him wonder if she was expecting him.

“Tea? It's still warm.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled. She filled one of the glasses and he took it, bringing to his lips for a sip. It was unexpectedly fruity.

“We had a report of a strange murder from a town we know you frequent,” Impa started. He felt the blood drain from his face. Of course, the messengers were quick on their feet in peacetime and not when he needed them to be quick during the war. “Stabbed through the heart with a stake but the guards who reported it suspect it was the heavy trauma to the neck that killed the victim. Although I did not go see the body, the descriptions led me to believe it was the work of a vampire, and the stake was to prevent the victim from becoming a vampire themselves. Care to explain yourself, Captain?”

“She was a traitor,” he mumbled quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear over his roaring heart. He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth, trying to calm himself. He never expected the murder to get back to the castle. He really should have hid the body. He thought it was good enough to just make sure the others Links never found out. “She tried to poison me and my companions with hemlock. I'm very aware of how it tastes at this point. I wouldn't care if it was just me but she put eight other people in danger and most of them had nothing to do with the war.”

“I'm not concerned so much with the reasoning, Link. I know you don't kill unless your life or the life of somebody you care is threatened. It's a decision you don't take lightly. I understand that part,” Athena said quietly, putting one of her hands on top of his own. Warriors almost pulled away in case she was preparing to kill him with her magic. It was the first time he found himself afraid of her, afraid of what she would do now that she knew what he did. “But what happened? Why did you use your powers to do it?”

“I...” He clenched his free hand tightly into a fist. His cup of tea went ignored.

“Link, please, we're just worried,” Proxi said. “You never talk about the vampire stuff. It can't be good for you to bottle it all up.”

“What is there to even say about it? Nobody's found a way to get rid of the curse and nobody knows how to help me. We can talk about it all we want, it wouldn't do anything.”

“Link-” Athena started but all his frustration was starting to bubble over and when he was frustrated, he started rambling.

“I wish I could tell you what happened, Zelda, but I really can't. I was going to drink her blood anyway because I wasn't going to let get away with trying to hurt innocent people and suddenly, I'm just covered in blood! I don't fucking remember tearing her throat out, I just know that I did. I didn't want to go that far! I just have this... fucking blank in my memory and there's absolutely nothing that can be done because I'm just some monster that everybody pities! Hylians can't help because they don't know what it's like and vampires can't help me because I'm just different enough that they don't understand what it's like either. I don't even know why I keep trying!”

He didn't realize he was crying until the tears splattered onto his pants. Proxi nuzzled his cheek.

“I don't belong anywhere, Zelda, I really don't. I thought I fit in with the other heroes but if I kill one of them too? What if I can't remember doing it?”

“Link,” Impa started. “All of the people you came to the castle with know you're a vampire, correct?”

Link nodded weakly, trying in vain to quell the tears in his eyes, to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. All he managed to do was silence the sobbing though. He couldn't fight the tears, apparently.

“Then trust your companions to help you. You may have been brought together to fight a common foe, but you should take any opportunity to learn from new people and new environments. If you're not comfortable with us, then trust them. Surely, nine minds are better than one.”

“Most of them rely on me for all their vampires facts.”

“Maybe that's what you need – people who don't know,” Athena said simply. “A fresh perspective might help. You need to tell them what's on your mind though. They can't help if you don't let them help, if you don't tell them what's going on.”

What if he did tell them that he was scared of hurting them and they finally rejected him? What if they did what he wanted them to do – to be careful around him, to be wary of what he could do – and decide that the risks outweighed any benefits he brought to the group? Warriors wasn't sure he could handle it. He viewed them all as brothers. He let himself get attached to all of them. The rejection, even if it was the best for them, would hurt. It would hurt a lot.

“I don't know,” he mumbled.

“I know you have a hard time accepting help sometimes, but you need to put your head in the game and stop feeling sorry for yourself. How can you work in a group if you have such concerns and can't bring them up?”

Warriors had a couple of responses but he bit his tongue.

“Impa, that's enough.”

Impa hummed but otherwise stayed silent. Warriors took the moment to try to collect himself as Athena took both of his hands into hers.

“Link, no matter what, we're here for you. You're always welcomed here. We just want to help if you will let us.”

For a moment, he didn't know what to say, so he raised his teacup again and downed half the cup. It wasn't the way he liked to drink tea, he preferred to take his time with it, but he was desperate to just do something other than cry. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” It sounded basic, but he meant it. It wasn't like he had any other home to miss. “What of the body? Does Lady Elena know about what I did?”

“We haven't spoken but I suspect she's aware. However, the general population doesn't suspect a vampire so you're safe in the regard. They suspect a monster, so Lady Elena won't try to murder you, I'm sure,” Impa answered. “Although it's unusual for a monster to go for the throat like that, it's not entirely unheard of. It only screams vampire to whoever is already aware of the existence of vampires.”

Well, they weren't wrong about that. It was a monster. As if she read his mind, Impa pinched his ear and twisted. He hissed and swatted at her hand.

“Stop it. We're not here just let you wallow in self-pity.”

Athena cleared her throat. “Lady Elena might want to have words with you, so I would advise that you head to the manor next if possible. In the very least, she might know something about how to prevent something like this in the future. Of course, you and your companions are welcomed to stay here for a few days to rest and collect your thoughts.”

“The real reason why we're here is for an suspicious monster reports.”

“How about we talk about that tomorrow?”

“But Zelda-”

“Seriously, finish your tea, and get some rest. If not for you, at least for the rest of them, got it? I'm not going to let you fight monsters when you're so troubled.”

He supposed she had a point, so he downed the rest of the cup and put it on the table. If it one of his soldiers in his spot, he wouldn't put them in a battle because distracted soldiers were bound to get themselves or somebody else hurt. If a fight broke out now, he wouldn't be able to focus on it and that could be disastrous.

“Okay, tomorrow.”

“Good. Go get some rest or take a walk, alright?”

With that, he and Athena hugged it out again and he took his leave. Proxi followed him out of the room, nestling herself in his scarf as he walked towards his room. He wasn't sure where the others where placed, exactly, but he had his own room regardless.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“I know. I know you always have my back,” Link said softly.

He knew the others did too. He just... wished he could be honest with them.

#catreginae: thou shalt not fall #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #my writing #lu warriors #lu athena #lu impa #lu proxi

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sleeplessmidnight26 · 4 months

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1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

16. How did you discover AO3?

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

1. SleeplessMidnight was just something I thought of because I can’t sleep at night I guess. 😅 seemed like a cool username and now it’s stuck haha.

2. Before He Cheats is the my most popular, it had the most response, probably because of the huge twist I threw in there.

4. (I assume this should be 3 but I’m keeping it 4 to keep from confusion) Yes I have a few regular commenters. I do love getting comments and try to respond to each one as quick as possible.

5. I do keep going back to read Love Me (With No Explanation).

If you’re talking about mine, I keep going back to read You’re Safe Now. Because this one is the most meaningful to me. It helped me work through the abusive relationship I had with my last job.

7. I guess I find myself writing AU no powers with Marvel. I have written other fandoms but haven’t posted them on my AO3 account. Or like AU somewhat along the canon storyline with my own twist.

9. Hmmm 🤔 I guess I’ve got some ideas for some stories. I’ve been thinking of a threesome kinda situation 🫣 also maybe like a torture scene. Both I haven’t written but low key want to.

10. I guess I’d like to be better at writing smut? 😅🫣 I feel like my writing on that isn’t good. Like every scene I write, I delete and re-write it. I’d also love to be able to upload more but life 🤷🏽‍♀️

13. Too many to count. Haha 😂 one day I’ll get around to uploading them.

15. I have not co-authored a story. But I would love to if the opportunity came up.

16. My cousin showed me. I originally started on fanfiction.net not anything that was good but I’m locked out of my account so I can’t get back to that.

17. I wouldn’t consider myself famous, although I do find it wild that I got so many requests. I’d say I’m becoming well known but I wouldn’t consider myself famous yet.

18. I don’t know what I would call my readers/fans (omg I have fans😳) but if anyone wants to name them, go for it 😅

19. Not really. I’ve always kind of wrote stories, it’s been my coping mechanism. I stopped for a while because I was battling self harm but I’m now six years free of SH.

20. Just write, don’t think about who’s going to read it or if it’s good. Just write what you want. You can go back to edit later.

22. I’ve gotten a couple. I just ignore it or kill it with kindness. One comment I didn’t even get a chance to respond to before another reader came to my aid.

23 Smut, I’m so self conscious that I’m writing it wrong. 🫣

24. I have so many. My first request. I’ve also got some ideas that I need to get too. I have too many WIPs that it’s a problem.

27. I definitely feel like I have, or I hope I have.

28. My favourite story I’ve written would probably be beautiful trauma. It’s very different focusing on such an age gap.

29. Unexpected True Mates. It’s my first omegaverse story and I feel like I’m butchering it. Probably why it’s taking me so long to finish it 🫣

30. Honestly, I have been thinking of writing an actual book and getting it published. So maybe I’ll work on that. But I don’t know who would read it. 🫣

Wow that’s quite the series of questions 😂 it’s still wild to me that I have fans and people that want to ask me questions. But I do enjoy the interaction. Which is why I love comments. 🫶🏽 thank you!

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thunderpetal · 2 years

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YAY anon asks!! Anyway I would love for you to answer hmmm 19, 29, 32, 33, and hehe 37 please. :3 (feel free to omit any of them, I choose violence by choosing not to choose but you don't have to!) <3

Still can't believe I never realised I have anon asks off when I've been on here since like December. ANYWAY,

19 - Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

I don't know. I get inspired by lots of things. Music being one of them - I come up with a 'what if every character played an instrument' AU for every fandom I've in, even though most of them never see the light of day. I'm also inspired by songs from time to time, but not as often as other writers, I don't think?

My family also visits Italy every year, and I always get sooo many writing ideas when we're there, it's ridiculous. I think just being in a wildly different place to miserable England shakes up my brain enough that plot bunnies start falling out left right and centre.

29 - If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Ooh, this is an interesting question. I went through my recced bookmarks on AO3, aka my absolute fave fics collection. In the end I only found one I would want to add to, since most of them ended in the perfect place. But Kids Protecting Kids by quirkle is a fic that's really stuck with me (everyone should read it), and I would want to write a little mini sequel after Wild wakes up where him and Legend just get to have a little chat and breathe out. together. Just another dollop of comfort atop the hurt/comfort.

33 - How do you feel about crack?

I love crack! And honestly I don't write enough of it nowadays. I'm really good at dialogue so crack used to be my forte, I wrote lots of silly fics back in the day. Now I've moved onto more serious horizons, I suppose, but writing serious fics is still kind of a struggle for me. I miss writing crack. My closest fic to actual crack is probably Five Teaspoons, but that probably counts as more just general humour.

37 - Talk about your current wips.

Oh, you've unleashed a monster by asking me this!!

Someday We'll Stand Here By The Sun (TOH, ongoing) - My magnum opus tbh. It's like 80% written rn, and I'm able to keep up a weekly updating schedule on AO3 because of that. But it's still far from done! Anyway, after S2 finished I was full of post King's Tide ideas, and most of them have made their home in this big multichapter. The main plot is the story of Luz, Amity and their trauma /lh. I have so much brainrot for them and their relationship, and S2B builds on their mutual confession so well. As we know there are two episodes in which Luz shows the same character flaw - hiding things from Amity/her loved ones due to a belief that her problems aren't as important as theirs, and wanting to protect other people's feelings. The fact that Luz doesn't seem to grow out of this flaw despite 2 EPISODES focused on it says to me that it's 100% something ingrained in her that isn't going away anytime soon. But I'll stop before I write a whole Luz character essay.

Point is, with the whole 'helping' Belos thing, Luz totally blames herself for the Draining Spell and is gonna spiral post S2, feeling like she has to get back to the Isles asap and fix all her mistakes, and MAYBE that will make up for how much of a horrible human being she thinks she is. So why did I choose to write from Amity's POV, when I started writing this to explore Luz's emotions? Well, at first I was worried about SWSHBTS being a 'Amity is Luz's therapist' fic, but Amity has so many issues herself that that was not a problem lmao. And I deliberated on doing alternate POVs - even made a pros and cons list - but in the end I went with Amity's POV only because she has a lot of things to say! (But there may be a chapter of Luz's POV... you'll just have to see)

I just love this fic so much, it is my baby, and uploading it is kinda the highlight of my week rn. There is so much in future chapters that I am excited for the world to see. Also, when I started writing it, it was out of motivation to make more Lumity Post King's Tide angst, cause there REALLY wasn't enough, but there have been many more fics in that genre uploaded since I began, and I inhale each one like they're my life force. Cause they kind of are. WOW that was a lot of words too bad I'm about to infodump about another 2 wips

Untitled Music AU (TOH, unwritten) - So I said that I come up with a 'what if every character played an instrument' AU for every fandom I'm in, and TOH is no exception. This was going to be a silly oneshot and now it's expanded into a whole multichapter universe that mostly exists only inside my brain. When I have the time to actually write it, it'll be great I'm sure lmao

But essentially Amity plays clarinet, Luz plays oboe, and they're put in the same woodwind quartet by Raine, their teacher at Hexside. This leads to them starting to become friends, but as they do, Amity starts seeing certain weird/supernatural things around school. (This is a human/no magic AU, to clarify). She thinks she's just going crazy, but she decides to confide in Luz. Luz is of course overjoyed to learn there's a potential mystery to be discovered in their school, and immediately joins Amity in playing detective. Yes I want there to be mystery in this AU, but I really have not worked out the finer details yet.

Other character roles include - Raine as Head Of Music. Lilith as their second in command in the music department - but she was also Amity's clarinet teacher until Amity was like nine/ten. One day, she suddenly dropped all of her private students and joined Hexside as a teacher instead. Why? Who knowsss! (You'll find out I promise). Eda runs the wackiest corner shop that sells Everything You'll Ever Need, and Luz is her employee and also her only oboe student. She's a longtime family friend of Camila, too. She took in Hunter, who plays bassoon, and Luz still considers Hunter her brother in this AU. Willow plays flute. She and Amity have a similar arc to canon, but it plays out a bit differently in this. And - this is my fav part - Blight Industries is a well-known company, and engage in copious amounts of rainbow capitalism every year. Meanwhile the Blight kids still genuinely have no idea if Odalia is homophobic or not.

And last but not least - the LU multichapter where Time dies and Twilight picks up the ocarina to go back in time and save his life (working title). But Time keeps dying, so Twilight keeps using the ocarina, and before he knows it he's in a Majora's Mask nightmare scenario of his own. This is one I was planning to write this summer before SWSHBTS came in and demanded attention. Lots of attention. So, I'm planning to get to this when SWSHBTS is done. I'm just so excited to write it - it's really going to push me as a writer, but I'm ready for that challenge if it means i can provide juicy Twi angst. The poor lad. I'm really going to put him through the wringer. And Time too, considering he's gonna die many times in the fic, but that's kind of just the plot.

This question really enabled me, so I'm impressed if you actually read all of this. But thanks for sending this ask in, anon!

#jay writes #asks #swshbts #should i make tags for the other aus? yeah go on #toh music au #time dies the fic

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woogyu · 3 years

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A World Tinted Gold | Mingyu; Chapter One

Kalon; beauty that is more than skin-deep

streamer!y/n x werewolf!mingyu

notes; werewolf au, this is mostly just setting everything up, i’ve got BIG PLANS

word count; 1617

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summary; The only werewolves you encountered were the ones living inside your video games. They were nothing more to you than mythical creatures you often had to kill in order to complete objectives. You had a good thing going with your online gaming setup. Your supporters were kind and usually tipped well during streams. Sure it meant you had to deal with the occasional creep sliding into your DMs, but it was worth it. Playing games online was putting you through college. Little did you know your quiet life was about to be turned upside down at the hands of someone you didn’t think existed outside of the virtual world.

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** y/g/n = your gamer name

“Okay I’ve died like 18 times now, I think it’s time for me to give up” you said, looking in the monitor to see you friend, and fellow streamer, chucking softly. “C’mon, you’ve just been unlucky, let’s play a few more rounds” Ciri told you as she ran around completing tasks. You peaked down to take a look at the comments, smiling when you saw a lot of them were encouraging you to stay.

“Thanks everyone in the comments, and fine I’ll hang around for a few more” you said with a bright smile. This was the life of being an online gaming streamer. Smiling for the cameras and trying out different games. A lot of the time it was just trying to keep up with what was popular, right now it seemed to be Among Us. The game itself was fun enough, but you grew bored of it quick.

“Ciri, how is it that you’ve gotten imposter like 3 times in a row now” you groaned, shifting your headset a bit as you got ready for another game. “Life of a Witcher my dear y/g/n” she commented back in a fake accent. The two of you spent the next hour playing, it mostly consisted of Ciri whooping your ass. You made sure to thank new subscribers and people who donated as you went along.

“We had almost 20 thousand people tuned in for that one” Ciri told you after the steam had ended, the two of you having your normal video chat wrap up. You weren’t always the popular stream y/n, you started off making less than perfect videos for a handful of people and grew from there. Your channel grew a lot when you found the other girls. You, Ciri, Mimi, Cat and Maia were a group that the internet liked to call the ‘Gamer Gurlzz’. After the five of you started streaming together, viewership increased a lot. You comment section was often filled with a lot of higkey creepy dudes, but they were also the ones that tipped the best. You could handle some weird comments if it got you through college.

“Wow, that’s quite a big jump from last time” you commented with a low whistle, moving to put your gaming equipment away. “I’ll edit the stream so we can each upload it to the YouTube channel too” Ciri said, typing away one her keyboard. You smiled, it was Ciri’s idea to start the Gamer Gurlzz YouTube channel, a place for the five of you to upload edited streams and other extra content. “My dedicated little Witcher” you commented with a bright grin, earning a glare from the girl on the other side of the camera.

“We should start filming more vlog like content for the channel, people seemed to be really into it. They like the whole ‘getting to know us’ aspect of it I guess” Ciri explained, slipping her glasses on as she peered at the screen. You know that without Ciri both you and the other girls wouldn’t be nearly as popular as you are now. She was the brains of all of this, followed the numbers and helped guide your content. “Hmmm, of course they like that” you murmured, grabbing a make-up wipe and beginning to cleanse your face. You like streaming when it just involved gaming, when you just went by the fake name you created for your channel, y/g/n. You didn’t like the idea of random people on the internet knowing more about who you actually were, you wanted to keep some privacy.

“As long as we are careful about it, we should be okay” Ciri said slowly, understanding why you were worried. “I just don’t want people to start showing up where I shop and stuff. Remember how bad it was when someone leaked Maia’s hometown. She could barely leave her apartment without getting swarmed” you shivered, the memory not one you were eager to replicate. “I promise I’ll edit out or blur anything that could be revealing” Ciri said softly, not wanting to put any of her friends in danger.

“Thanks C, you’re really MVP of this team you know” you told her with a smile. Not only was she the most reliable co-worker you had, she was your best friend, you would trust her with anything. “Yeah yeah y/n, now isn’t it late there, go to bed” she urged you, rolling her eyes as she sat back in her chair. You hummed as you checked the clock, time zones made it difficult to set up streaming times with the other girls. “It’s 2am, I probably should head to bed” you said yawning, collecting your hair up in a ponytail. “Night babe, I’ll have it uploaded by the time you wake up” she said, blowing a kiss at the camera before hanging up. Ciri always had a way of making you feel better, like everything would actually be okay. You really trusted her to make sure that it was.

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The next morning you logged on to see that Ciri had uploaded the video and it had gained quite a few views in the short time it had been up. People were talking about it all over social media, which would be good publicity for your solo stream later today. Picking up your phone you quickly made a quick tweet about the stream to remind everyone:

Morning everyone! Thanks for all the support you showed me and @WithcherCiri last night. I have a solo stream later on today starting at 1pm, I’ll be playing some Genshin Impact and chatting with you all!

After pressing the send button, you set your phone down and hopped into the shower. You liked to alter your appearance a little bit for streams, mainly so that without the hair and make-up you could usually walk around without getting noticed. So far it had worked pretty well, which you were grateful for. After getting ready and slipping into something comfy, you slipped your headset on and began checking your equipment. Your tweet from earlier had gained a lot of positive attention, so you were eager to see how this stream would go.

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As it got closer to 1pm you began setting up, checking your lighting and getting ready. After pressing start you waited a few seconds before greeting the viewers with a bright smile and a small wave. “Hey everyone! Thanks for stopping by today” you said cheerfully, reading some of the comments before you started to play. There were a few usernames that always stood out to you, people who had been supporting you since the very beginning that were still around today. One of the ones that never missed a steam and was always active in the chat was someone who went by @gyu_97. You obviously didn’t know who they were, but you were always grateful for people who had been supporting you for a long time.

“Gyu_97 asked if I prefer cats or dogs? Definitely dogs” you said with a laugh, you couldn’t help but search for their comments sometimes. It was almost like seeing a familiar face in the crowd. “why? Oh well, I don’t know, I’ve always really loved big fluffy dogs. They are so warm and cuddly” you said with a giggle, answering a few other questions before turning to the game. You streamed for longer than you usually did, but you couldn’t help it, the crowd was really engaging today and fun to be around. You didn’t have any creeps commenting about your body or anyone talking trash, it was a really positive stream.

“I should probably go make something to eat” you told the camera as it neared 3pm, your stomach grumbling in protest of the lack of food. “I forgot to eat lunch this morning” you explained with a short laugh. “Don’t worry, the girls and I will be on tomorrow night for our regular weekly stream, so you’ll see me there. Thank you everyone for hanging out with me on this long stream today” you ended the video with a smile and a wave. Once the camera was off you collapsed back into your chair, rubbing your shoulders as you relaxed for the first time in two and a half hours.

“Right… food” you mumbled to yourself, standing up and heading toward the kitchen, you could deal with your equipment later on. A lot of people liked to tell you that being a stream online wasn’t a ‘real job’, but they didn’t know the amount of work that went into it. Each stream took up one to two hours of your time on average, and then there was all the time spent setting up and planning what you would play next. It was a full-time job that often had you working long days and sometimes even longer nights. You really didn’t mind, you enjoyed doing it and were thankful for the opportunity to do so. You just hated when people treated it like it was some easy hobby.

The rest of your night was spent editing your earlier stream so Ciri could upload it to YouTube and planning out the rest of your month. You email was a beat you weren’t quite ready to tackle after a long day; you were just eager to go get a bath and lie down for a while. Ever since you turned gaming into a form of income you never really played for pleasure anymore, it was something you really wished could change, but you could never find the energy to do so. Maybe someday you would rediscover the fun you used to have with playing games, but you didn’t see that happening any time soon.

#werewolf!seventeen #seventeen werewolf #werewolf!mingyu #seventeen fanfic #ultkpop #kim mingyu #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #Werewolf!AU #mingyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fanfic #seventeen fic #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen mingyu

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kass-ru · 3 years

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I finally did some writing for my bsd fanfic after months of not writing anything. It felt good to jump back in, but now I want to change some stuff around. It's so hard, but I've been doing good on actually writing the chapters out and then editing them at a later time. I'm hoping to finish chapter 9 and start chapter 10 this week. I really need to edit and upload chapters 3,4, and 5.

Hmmm, maybe I should finish Part One first then read it all the way through and make the necessary edits...yeah that might be good.

On the novel side of things, I've started the prologue of Project P. I've also worked out more character names and plot points for Project A. I still don't have a name for Project A 🥲 I really need to think of a good one.

Overall, today was very productive 🥰

#ru's writing diary #ru's novel #ru's bsd fic

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soulangel · 4 years

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Fox in the House- Chapter 2

Summary: At finally seeing the home she would be staying at, she’s surprised at how content she’s already feeling even though she’s only known them a few hours. She also gets to meet everyone she’s living with and is a lot less scared of them now that she knows their faces. Maybe they’ll let her sniff out their scents next.

Group: Oneus x hybrid!character

Genre: Basic domestic life, tiny amount of angst

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Not too much wrong in this chapter except a very anxious hybrid in a new environment. There are a couple swear words close to the beginning of the chapter but other than that it’s a safe read.

A/N: If anyone would like to be tagged in this story so you get notified when this story uploads, please let me know and I’ll add you to a list. Same with anything else you are interested in reading!

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The moment the three stepped into the house, the fox curled her tail around her waist and flattened her ears, teeth bared as she scented the area. Her ears were twitching every which was as she heard all the sounds coming throughout the dorm. People stepping down the hallway, someone playing a video game, someone singing, and a few people grunting while moving objects around. “I know it’s not much and there’s a lot going on for you right now. Do you want me to show you to your room?” The new person she’d met at the store offered gently with a kind smile.

She sized him up with narrowed eyes, tail swishing and swirling around her arm as she debated how this interaction could go. She finally decided after a couple moments that she’d allow him to lead her down the hallway seeing as she wasn’t 100% comfortable walking a dark area by herself yet, even if she could see better than they could. “Sure...that would be nice, thanks.” She mumbled softly, eyes bouncing around the room afterward so she wouldn’t have to look at him more than she had to.

He then started leading her down the small hallway until he stopped before the second door on the right, opening the door just a little bit for her. She waited a second to see what he was going to do before she slowly moved through the doorway, tail swishing in curiosity. When she was finally in the room fully, the guy opened the door all the way and stepped into the room before staying against the wall to make sure she didn’t feel trapped. “How do you like it? Hwanwoong did all the decorating for you, saying something about a bunny-hybrid telling him what you like?” He said, tilting his head in confusion for the moment as he waited for her to respond to him.

She barely twitched her ear in his direction since she was focusing on the little nook-like bed Hwanwoong had made for her. He’d also made sure to make her curtains darker so if she wanted to close them, it would feel like a dark den for comfort. Across from her bed-nook was a white oak dresser with what looked like little trinkets the members had found that they thought she’d appreciate. She stepped closer to see what they were before sniffing at them, finding multiple scents on them. ‘Either this stuff is their personal belongings they want to give to me, or they kept this stuff around for a while before handing them over. I wonder whose is whose.’ She thought before stepping away from the dresser.

She already was aware that she had no clothes to put in the drawers or her closet, so she instead went straight to the doorway with a small, “where’s the bathroom?” given to the guy.

He gave her a gentle smile and lead her down the hall to the third door on the left, moving to the other side of the door to give her access. “I know you don’t have any clothes right now, so if you’d like, you can borrow some of mine while we clean yours?” He offered, seeing the frown on her face when she realized the predicament he brought to light.

She finally stared up at him for the first time since she got to the dorm and he tried his hardest to hold back the gasp while staring into her golden eyes. “I don’t want to impose anymore than I already have. However I am able to help you is supposed to be my only task. I don’t want to cause you anymore trouble.” She replied monotonously, keeping as much of her frustration out of her voice as possible.

He sighed and shook his head. “You’re not here to do our bidding unless you want to. You’re here to be free, or at least more free than you were in that place. Also because Hwanwoong really wants a cuddle buddy.” He mumbled, looking to the ground so he wouldn’t be caught in her heated stare; unfortunately he could still feel the intensity of it on his face.

Finally she nodded her head the slightest inkling. “Thank you.” She whispered, disappearing into the bathroom after that to start taking her shower.

xXx

When she was cleaned and able to change into the clothes the guy had given her, she finally was able to feel just how dirty she’d been beforehand. In her defense though, Hojoon never really gave any of the hybrids a chance to clean themselves unless it was adoption day. And because she was on his shitlist, he didn’t care about how well she preened for the group, if at all. She really did not like that asshole…

Once she was in the living room, she took in a deep breath and allowed her senses to be momentarily overwhelmed with the scents throughout the house. One was familiar to her since it was Hwanwoong’s, the only one she’d really been in close contact with. Then there was the one she was with today whose clothes matched some of the scents; she’d have to get his name later. And then the rest were a little lost on her. She could faintly pinpoint one from when he was in the adoption center setting up the paperwork but didn’t know for certain. All she knew was the first scent she could recognize seemed to calm her down just the tiniest bit due to the familiarity of it. ‘Hmmm, where did everyone go?’ She wondered while looking around the room, noting the scents were fairly old compared to when she first walked through.

She was about to check their rooms when a note caught her attention on the coffee table by the couch:

“Don’t worry about being by yourself, Hwanwoong was saying it would probably be a good thing to leave you alone for now so you can look around without feeling pressured. But if you feel like you can’t be alone or you’re not comfortable in the place use the phone to get ahold of one of us. We’ll be there as soon as we can to help okay? Don’t worry about anything in the dorm room, and the remote for the tv is right next to this piece of paper if you want to watch something. Have fun, and we’ll see you tonight after practice!

Your Boys”

She frowned at the note and sighed. She was seeing his name pop up a lot….from the guy who helped her, to the 3 times he’d tried talking to her, even his scent when she took a moment to look around. It was like he was trying to fog her brain while “helping” her feel better. “This is so weird.” She grumbled to herself as she glanced at the remote, wondering if she should watch something on the television.

Deciding against it, she went back to the room she was showed by the one guy saying it was hers...she should really get all their names so they’re not all just “the guys.” That would definitely be a good idea. ‘Maybe a nap will help me feel better.’ She thought while crawling into her nook and curling herself up into a tiny ball, hiding her face with her tail and then wrapping the blanket over herself in her way of protecting herself. ‘Just for a little bit.’

xXx

“Rosy we’re home!” Hwanwoong’s voice rang through the dorm.

She stirred and felt her eyes moving around behind her eyelids, her ears twitching in response to the movement going on outside her bedroom. She had a feeling that...that word he used was to be for her, but she didn’t want to respond to it until she knew for certain that was what they wanted to call her. As much as she disliked the name. Just as she was thinking about that, someone knocked on the door and poked their head in. “Rosy? Are you in here?” The familiar voice of the other guy who helped her spoke out.

She barely moved in her nook and flicked her tail up over her face to hide herself as much as possible. Unfortunately, it looked like he caught the movement and looked over at her nook with a small smile. “Hey, did we wake you? I’m sorry.” He said gently, opening the door wider for his body to slide into the room.

She slowly sat up from her spot and stretched her arms out in front of her, still mildly asleep. She then blinked a few times to see clearly and looked up at the person standing in the middle of her room. “Wha time is it?” She mumbled before yawning a tiny bit, rubbing her eyes.

He smiled while watching the cute little actions of hers, watching her in amusement as she slowly found her bearings and was able to stand from her bedding, tail swishing slowly behind her. Without meaning to he reached a hand out toward her ear and gently pinched it between his fingers, rubbing it as gently as he could. She closed her eyes in content and started purring faintly at the feeling, relishing in the softness of his fingers before someone else knocked on her door, ruining the moment between the two. Once the spell between them was broken, she stepped away quickly and wrapped her tail around herself as a safety blanket of sorts, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth and her ears flattened against her head.

Hwanwoong stuck his head in and looked between the two with a bright grin until he saw the way she cowered, as if reprimanded somehow. “Hyung what happened? Did you hurt her?” He asked with a frown, stepping into the room and waking towards the poor little fox trying her hardest to shy away from them both.

He pouted the further away she got until she was at the opposite corner of the room staring at the two with her tail still wrapped around her, ears still flattened, and her eyes darting around her in fear. “Hey Rosy, it’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt you okay? You can trust us.” Hwanwoong said gently, holding a hand out for her to take so she wouldn’t have to feel so alone and scared.

She pushed herself further into the wall and shook her head, teeth bared in defense. “P-Please don’t...stay back…” She whispered, biting her lip while turning her head away.

Hwanwoong immediately stopped his advance toward her and stepped back to where his groupmate was at. “Uh, I think we should leave….let’s give her some privacy.” He said softly, leading the way out of the room.

She hesitantly took a step forward just as the door closed, and bit her lip softly, frowning to herself once she understood the unknown feeling she had was the mild discomfort of denying those two her attention. ‘I don’t understand. Are they trying to use me, or are they sincere in wanting me around just to be around?’ She wondered in her mind, tapping a finger to her chin in thought.

She quietly opened the door without a second thought and looked around, sniffing out the scents of everyone in the dorm room definitely staying in one area. She took a deep breath, wrapped her tail around her for security, kept her ears trained upward and twitching toward every little sound, and then took the few steps out to meet everyone officially. She rubbed her arm with her opposite hand and tentatively and gave a small head nod to the group in front of her. “H-Hello...I’m h-here to serve yo-you.” She mumbled out, immediately ducking her head back down toward the ground once she finished saying what she needed.

Hwanwoong gave her an encouraging smile and stepped closer to her. “Welcome home! My name is Hwanwoong. The one who helped me pick you up today is named Youngjo, or Ravn is his stage name if you’d prefer.” He said, pointing to the guy giving her a small and happy smile with a wave; the one who smelt like the clothes she was wearing.

Hwanwoong then motioned to the person beside him. “This guy with the black hair is named Seoho. He’s the one that was with me when we first went to sign the paperwork. He was the one that said we should pick you over anyone else in the shelter. Because we saw what was happening-” “Hwanwoong! You’re scaring her.” Ravn chided, motioning to her shivering frame, her tail swishing up to brush against her nose as she tried hiding her face in the bushy end of her tail where the pure white tip flicked against her forehead.

Hwanwoong frowned and rested a hand on her arm, immediately garnering a hiss in response to touching her. He pulled his hand away and then went back to talking as if what he was saying before wasn’t mentioned. “Uh, beside Seoho is Xion, or Dongju. He’s the youngest of us but you might get along with him well.” He continued on, rolling his eyes as if he didn’t actually mean his words.

She watched him as he continued to introduce everyone and couldn’t help the small smile on her face which was still hidden behind her tail. She wasn’t ready to reveal herself just yet, but if the way Hwanwoong was talking was any indication, she was truly safe for the first time since Hojoon showed up and ruined her life. Maybe, just maybe, these guys could help her. ‘Can they really help?’ She asked herself as Hwanwoong continued on for a couple more minutes until Ravn again hushed him from speaking too much and overwhelming her.

While she was lost in thought, Xion had walked up to her hesitantly and stopped in front of her, holding a hand out. “You don’t have to speak or do anything if you don’t want to, but it’s nice to finally meet you. Hwanwoong hasn’t stopped talking about you and how cool you are. Um, if you don’t mind me asking, do you have powers like they say hybrids do?” He rambled, clamping down on his lip when he finished to see if she’d say anything.

She awkwardly took his hand and only nodded her head, making sure not to say anything as he watched her, wondering what it could’ve meant that she was getting at. She glanced around the group to see them all doing their own thing except one person who was watching in mild interest and concern and then turned back to Xion, giving him a small wink. Afterward, she tucked her tail into her hands and started on her own little strut back to her room, smiling a little to herself at how genuine he and Hwanwoong seemed.

Just as she was about to close the door to her bedroom to go back to her nap, someone pressed on the door and gave her a small smile. “Hey uh, here are your clothes from earlier. Though if you don’t want them anymore we can always take you shopping for something you’d actually like. Also there was something I wanted to speak to you about before turning in, if you’re okay with talking at the moment?” Ravn had wondered, handing her the clothes before staring into her golden eyes.

Before he could get lost in the color of her eyes, she turned away from the door and allowed him into the room quickly, setting her clothes in the dresser drawers she preferred so as to start her organization process with her tiny amount of belongings. When she was done with that, she turned around to face him and gave him a nod to start speaking his mind. “If you weren’t able to hear him earlier, Hwanwoong was starting to call you something; Rosy. Are you alright with that name?” He asked her gently, watching as she mulled over the name and then gave a small grimace.

She scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out adorably and he couldn’t help chuckling softly at her. “Not a good name huh? How about this; until you decide what you want to be called, we’ll stick with that. When you come up with something, give the word and we’ll start calling you that, okay?” He offered, watching as she nodded her head with a tiny sigh.

He had put his hand on the doorknob when she took a step toward him, reaching a hand out to catch his attention. He turned his head to look at her and she gave a grimace of a smile. “C-Can we go shopping sometime soon?” She asked, mentally slapping a hand to her forehead for somehow skipping over the simple ‘thank you’ she wanted to push out instead.

He grinned and nodded his head vigorously. “Y-Yeah of course! We can go tomorrow if you’d like.” He replied quickly, happiness level rising exponentially at the surprised but happy gleam in her eye.

Maybe they weren’t so bad after all.

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pessimisticlatte · 4 years

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Glass Roses ~ Chapter 22

Adrienette/Adrinette ~ Marichat ~ Nathalie x Happiness ~ Gabriel x Ceasing Existing ~ Me x crying because my baby is finally done and I can start working on other fics

THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF GLASS ROSES, GUYS!!! I’m currently writing the prologue because I feel like a prologue is needed to tie up some loose ends (cough, comatose Emilie, cough). All chapters will be uploaded to AO3 for on demand viewing. If you’ve been reading since chapter 1, thank you so much for your support and I seriously hope you’ll read my next fic (it’s already in the works because I couldn’t help myself)! Anyway, on with the show...

“Hello, I’m Nadja Chamack with today’s news. The supervillain known as Hawkmoth was apprehended today after Ladybug and Chat Noir provided evidence to the police on his identity and his direct involvement to the ‘akumatisation’ of Parisians. Gabriel Agreste, renowned fashion designer and head of the Agreste brand, was revealed to be behind Hawkmoth’s mask, his son, Adrien, newly 18 has taken over as CEO of the Agreste Brand with Ms Nathalie Sancouer, Gabriel Agreste’s former assistant, acting as his proxy. Ms Sancouer has also confirmed that she has, in fact, adopted Adrien Agreste and that she has made the decision to remove Adrien from the public eye for the time being. Police Captain Raincomprix has set up police units surrounding the Agreste mansion to ensure that Mr Agreste and Ms Sancouer’s privacy is respected.

“This devastating discovery comes a week after Adrien’s 18th birthday, which was held at the Chateau de Agreste in Alsace last Friday, where Ladybug, Chat Noir and the rest of their superhero team were said to have been in attendance. One of our interns was lucky enough to be at the celebration itself and capture footage of one of the superheroes, known as Queen Bee, saved a civilian as they took a fall from a balcony. It’s confirmed that this civilian is okay and taking some much needed rest at home with their family. Gabriel Agreste is currently being held at La Sante prison without bail and heavy restrictions regarding visitors; the date for his trial has not yet been set but the Ministere Public has released a statement saying that it will begin soon and will not be open to public viewing as a normal case would be.

“That’s all for tonight, I’m Nadja Chamack, don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!”

Leaning against the doorframe, Adrien watched Nathalie switch the tv off and stand, slightly shakily, before she turned to face him with a sad smile.

“Are you okay?” Moving around the couch, Nathalie gently placed her hands on Adrien’s shoulders and looked up at him with worried eyes. He was stressed and not taking his father’s arrest well, though Nathalie had seen first hand that Marinette was more stressed about Gabriel’s arrest than Adrien was and she had to wonder if Adrien was worried for his father at all or if the haggard, reserved look on his face came from worry for someone else entirely.

“I’m fine but I don’t think you should be the one asking that. How’s your head?” Looking at the bandage afixed to Nathalie’s temple, Adrien checked that no blood was spotting the white linen as a tell tale sign of her having torn her stitches again. After her fall from the balcony, Nathalie had needed 8 stitches and had been prescribed medicine for her blood pressure, once news had gotten out about Gabriel being Hawkmoth, her doctor’s demeanor had changed to become one more understanding of the situation the poor woman was in.

“It’s alright, Adrien, I haven’t torn them again,” The night after Nathalie had come home from the hospital, she’d had a severe panic attack as she stepped through the doors of the Agreste mansion. The attack ending with her having torn 6 of her stitches and requiring the Agreste family’s preferred doctor to come to the mansion to stitch her up again. “I sent an email to all the news stations this morning asking that they respect our privacy. I doubt they will but at least Nadja Chamack has the dignity to say that we want it.”

“You need to worry less, Mum,” Hooking Nathalie’s arm into the crook of his elbow, Adrien led her to the dining room and helped her into her chair, right across the table from him. “Sabine and Mari dropped over a lasagna a few hours ago, I just took it out of the oven so I’ll be right back, okay?” Adrien dropped a kiss to the top of Nathalie’s forehead before disappearing through the salon doors leading into the kitchen.

After the whole Hawkmoth debacle, Nathalie and Adrien had decided to cut down on the amount of staff within the mansion. They’d made sure to hand write letters of recommendation for each of the staff members they’d let go, making sure to sign with both their names to ensure that Gabriel’s now tarnished reputation wouldn’t hinder them in getting new employment. The mansion felt even bigger and more empty without them but Nathalie had to admit that it felt even more like a home now that it was just her, Adrien and, occasionally, Jean-Luc Gorrille. She’d begun to look at smaller places for them to live, Adrien having caught her looking at some and having lit up so brightly at the idea of living somewhere smaller, quieter, easier to turn from just a house and into a home. She’d never been happier.

Emerging from the kitchen with two steaming plates of lasaga, a set of cutlery held in his mouth as another hung precariously between his fingers beneath one of the plates, Adrien tried to announce himself with a muffled ‘ta-da’ before he placed Nathalie’s plate down in front of her carefully and handed her the cutlery he’d been holding beneath the plate. Taking his set out of his mouth, Adrien moved around the table and took his seat.

“You know, it’s actually kinda sad,” Using his fork to cut away a small chunk of the lasagna, Adrien looked up at Nathalie with a wry smile.

“What’s kinda sad?”

“That neither of us can cook and yet we’re the ones preparing our meals,”

“I hope you mean ‘preparing’ very loosely because all you did was heat this up, Sabine and Marinette made it,”

“Damnit, Mum, why’ve you got to go ruining everything?” Laughing, Adrien spoke with joking accusation in his voice as he pointed his fork at Nathalie.

“Language, young man!” Kicking the joke right back to Adrien, Nathalie’s laughed joined his. “Or I’ll have to wash your mouth out with soap and send you off to your room!”

“Remember when you actually had to wash my mouth out with soap?”

“Yes! How could I forget?”

Sitting at the table together, reminiscing about happy memories of the past, both Nathalie and Adrien were given the very rare chance to forget about what was happening beyond the walls of the mansion.

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Leaning against the railing bordering her balcony, wind ruffling her dark hair as it lifted off the seine, Marinette looked out across the city toward the Agreste mansion.

“Hey Princess,” Dropping down behind her on light feet, Chat Noir walked up to his girlfriend and wrapped his black clad arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as she leant back into his warmth

“Hey Chaton,” Nuzzling her head up under his chin, she felt him squeeze her more tightly against him. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m alright, I think I did my grieving for him a long time ago,”

“I feel guilty...it feels like I took him away from you,”

Pressing a firm kiss to the crown of her head, Chat gently rubbed his thumb across Mari’s stomach. “You can’t take away something that wasn’t there in the first place, Mari,”

“But what if he could’ve changed?” It sounded as if she was pleading with him. Shaking his head, rubbing his chin against the top of her head as he did, Chat refrained from telling Marinette that his father wasn’t worthy of her remorse or guilt because he knew that it wouldn’t change anything, it wouldn’t change her mind or take away how she was feeling. “What if he could’ve changed, Adrien, and I took that chance away from him?”

“We’ll never know, Princess, and sometimes it’s better not knowing,”

“Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it?”

“To some people, maybe, but for us, I’d like to think that ignorance is happiness. If we stop asking ‘what if’ then we won’t have to feel the same pain twice,”

“Sometimes you say the smartest things and I have seriously no idea where it comes from,”

“It only happens when Nino lets me use the braincell,”

“Nino lets you use the braincell?” Mari let out a deep, rich laugh. “Which one of you broke it then because it almost never seems to work.”

“No comment,”

“Saying ‘no comment’ is still commenting,”

“You’re too smart for your own good,”

“Well, Chaton, one of us has to be otherwise god knows what would’ve happened to Paris by now,”

Pointing out toward the Eiffel Tower with a claw tipped finger, a grin hidden in her hair, Chat drew Mari’s attention to the colours dancing upon it. “Well, there would be a big statue of me right over there, big enough for you to see from here and swoon over,”

“What about a statue of me?”

“Hmmm,” He pretended to think for a moment, drawing giggles out of the girl in his arms. “I think I’d put a statue of you right outside my window so I could look at it all the time.”

“That’s kinda creepy,”

“Then, instead of a statue, how about you just stand outside my window forever?”

“Oh my god, no,” Thinking of the snowfall of Paris winters and the stifling gummy heat of French summers, Mari shuddered. “No, no thank you.”

“How about a compromise then?”

“What compromise do you suggest?”

“I get to look at you all the time ‘cause you live with me,”

Mari paused, her heart thundering in time with Chat’s against her back. “Let me finish university and then we’ll see,”

“You got accepted?” Pulling away from her, Chat turned her around slightly to look Marinette in the eye, gently pressing her back against the cold iron railing behind her.

“Yeah, I got accepted for a fashion and design degree,”

“Oh my god, I’m so proud of you,” Gripping the backs of Mari’s thighs, Chat lifted her up onto the railing and held her securely, more wary of balconies and such since Nathalie’s fall on his birthday, before pressing his lips to hers firmly. “I don’t know if there’s a time when I’m ever not proud of you.”

“Sometimes, you make no sense at all,” Wrapping her arms around his neck, Marinette pulled Chat Noir back into their kiss, the two of them illuminated by the lights of Paris and of the silvery moon beyond. This was a new world, a world without Hawkmoth, and there wasn’t a way in hell that either of them were going to let it slip through their fingers.

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funkymeihem-fiction · 5 years

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Special Delivery- Chapter 5

Mei looked up in a very guilty way from where she was crouched in front of the completely dismantled old television, its mechanical guts strewn on the floor. She’d rigged up a very crude semblance of a screwdriver from a connector tube,a rod, and several wires-- which she foolishly went to hold behind her back like a child caught with candy. And much like a child caught in the act, with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar, she sputtered and tried to make up some story or other.

“O-oh. I was just…I was—” She looked down at the mangled wires, projectors, and television bits in her lap. “I was only—”

The junker stormed across the room in a few long limping strides, glaring down at her and thrusting his metal hand out in a very accusatory way. “No! Bad girl! Give!”

At a loss when faced with someone scolding her like a dog, she dropped the makeshift screwdriver into his hand. His lower jaw thrust out thoughtfully as he turned it around, inspecting it with a keen eye. Slowly, his wild eyebrows lifted again, glancing between the tool and her and then back again. His fingers tested the wires around the tube’s hold, and he uttered a little ‘hmmm’ as he bent over and peered into the now-gutted TV.

After a moment, he turned to her with his crazy grin restored. “Yooouuu were trying to make an outie!”

“A-a what?”

“An outie! Ya know, trying to make an external signal! Tryin’ for an outward-facer, weren’t you? Lookit that, I see where you were pokin’ around behind the control receiver. Lucky for me, removed that thing ages ago. Needed it for something else, can’t remember what. It’s remote-workin’ only. Still, the fact you even knew where to look! Oh you clever little cunt, going to make an outie from my own telly. You’re something special, you are.”

Her eyes darted. She wasn’t used to being called a cunt, even in the Australian friendly sense. But he didn’t even seem angry at her. And even though she couldn’t keep up with his rapid slang entirely, he was right about the part about where she was trying to get an external signal. The tech here was so ancient that they still used old channels for uploading and ordering over the television, and she’d hoped that maybe if she could pry out the external, she could have rigged it to find a way online.

She’d expected him to be angry, or even possibly try to punish her when he found out, but at least she could have gotten a message for help. Overwatch might not have paid the junkers like Junkrat had hoped, but she would have been rescued (properly rescued, anyway) sooner than later. It was a calculated risk, and she had decided to take it.

But the inside of the television had been a mess before she’d even started it. It looked like someone, probably Junkrat had himself, had already taken it apart and cobbled it back together several times over. And the parts she’d needed had long been pried out, with a bypass and some wires hot-glued so the display still worked. But her plans to get the signal out had been thwarted before she’d even begun. It was as he’d said. The external had been ripped out ages ago, and she’d been poking around for anything else before he’d walked in on her.

He suddenly flopped down to sit on the mattress next to her, peg leg clattering and the joints within his arm whirring very faintly as he passed her makeshift screwdriver back to her. “Tell you what, love! You put it all back together again so I don’t miss any games, and I won’t even be pissed at ya much. That’s what a proper hero would do, roight? Although you’re really working at being the top worst houseguest I’ve ever hosted, and that’s really sayin’ something..”

Mei looked away in a rather guilty way. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fawkes. But I just needed to try and call my friends and tell them I’m okay. If they can get here, I’ll try to get them to give you some money and we’ll just leave, and then there won’t be any more trouble for either of us, right? It’ll just take them a day or two, and you’ll get paid. That’s what you want, right?”

He sputtered a little, running a hand through his filthy scorched hair. “W-well that’s not entirely…Asides, that’s not even the point!” He shoved one of the television parts into her other hand. “I been trying to tell you, there’s a reason we’re layin’ low with you. And I don’t need a bunch of cops or whatever suddenly runnin’ up outside my trailer and broadcasting to all of Junkertown that I was the one that stole you from the Big Boss!”

She pushed the rods back into place, twisting awkwardly at a loose wire. “What if I told them to be very quiet about it? Or maybe I could meet them somewhere?”

“You think the Queen don’t have eyes all over the bloody Outback?” he scoffed, holding the frame steady for her. “You don’t understand my position, love. Me and the Queen don’t exactly uh…Well, y’know. Not always the friendliest terms, me and her and kind of all the rest of ‘em too! So that’s why we’ll just take you out when it’s safe, take our pay, and scuttle back. Stealth mission! That’s still the plan. The Boss will be none the wiser, and then you can get back to whatever not-doctor stuff you do, and I can use some of the pay to visit you in China!”

Mei frowned at him, gathering up more screws and trying to replicate the mess that had held together the guts of the screen before. “I’m not really living in Xi’an anymore. That’s just where I’m from. I’m living in—” She trailed off, and realized all of a sudden that she had no idea where she was anymore. She had drifted ever since awakening in Antarctica, but where was home now? Gibraltar? She had turned Overwatch down for now, although Winston had told her there was always a place for her there. The environmental commissions had offered her numerous places to study and lodge, but she didn’t count them as a home. Her hotel room back in Sydney, maybe? No, that was silly…

Junkrat sniffed, looking a tad offended when she went silent. “Still feelin’ tight-lipped, are we? S’fine. You don’t gotta tell me.”

“I-it’s not that…”

He reached past her, crossing two of the wires and twisting them together. “Point being, darl, is that you just gotta suck it up and wait. And believe me, nobody hates waitin’ more than I do! But I can’t have you settin’ off and getting us seen by the Big Boss who ordered you. He’ll send enough manpower out here t’make a statement that nobody steals from him. And he won’t even get the chance to kill me, because Roadie will have already done it, for makin’ trouble for him!”

“Mr. Fawkes, it’s not my intention for anyone to get hurt. But can’t you at least let me tell someone that I’m safe? That I’m coming back and I’m okay?”

“Eh, they’ll just find out when we deliver you safe n’ sound, is what!” he replied cheerfully, apparently just not understanding her distress. “So it’s no worries. But you just— well, no way to say it lightly, is there? If you fuck this up for us, there’s a good chance that we’re dead as doornails. You just gotta be a good girl and sit tight and listen to what I say.”

She rankled a bit, pausing in her work, and her displeasure must have showed because Junkrat offered her that goofy grin and shrugged a bony shoulder.

“Nothing for it!” he said. “Otherwise it’s curtains for me and Roadie, and the Big Boss will find you again. Oh, and he won’t be happy, darl. Course, we’ll be dead but he’d take you alive, so he’ll probably take it out on you for giving him trouble and making him look bad. He’s that sort of a bloke. You think the ankle cuff there’s bad? Yeah, nah, I bet he’s already got a set-up ready for you. Probably tie you up an’—”

“Mr. Fawkes!”

He sputtered, at least realizing his folly. “Oh! Uh, well! Uh! Y-you know what I’m talkin’ about, Miss Mei! So let’s just fix the telly, put it back on the sports, then I’ll make us some tucker before we’re in for the night, yeah? All cozy, just you and me.” He reached across to the dials on the front of the television, flicking it on. But the screen wavered, and he cursed and brought his fist down on the frame hard enough to make Mei jump. “Bloody thing! How’d you even know how to take this apart, anyway? You don’t seem like a junker.”

“I am most certainly not a junker!” She carefully jammed her wobbly screwdriver into the back, tightening up the last bits as the frame crackled and the picture buzzed and solidified. “I told you, I have a doctorate in climate science, but I also studied mechanical engineering. I had to learn to make things work…during…emergencies…”

The emergency beacon blinked uselessly. No signal. Cold. It was so cold and getting colder. The wind howled outside, and she watched the ice grow thicker on the panes. The broken communication towered so tall above her, unable to send her desperate need for help. The lights flickered—

No. She couldn’t think about that now. She was back in the world again. Even if she was far, far away from where she should have been. If she even belonged anywhere, anymore.

Rat’s voice was talking, but she hadn’t been listening. “-arian meals, but I dunno what counts. Oi. Oi! Mei?”

She looked up from where she had been staring blankly into the back of the television. “I-I’m sorry. What?”

He prattled on, apparently not noticing anything amiss. “Wow, guess your head’s really more rattled than I thought! I was sayin’ the telly is working, what do you wanna eat? You said you’re not much for sausages. Shame, that. Could’ve fixed us a nice barbecue, all celebratory-like! Are you sure you don’t wanna sausage? Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind! You ever tried roo? Now, your very own Chef Junkrat knows how to prepare—”

“No thank you,” she said primly. “I would prefer not to eat a kangaroo if I don’t have to, please.”

“Tchaw! You’re missing out, I’ll have you know. Looks like the telly’s workin’ fine. Who knew I bagged a lil’ genius doctor lady when I was bein’ a hero? Of course, you’ve been giving me lots of trouble for it.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fawkes. I’m honestly not trying to get anybody hurt.” She folded her arms back over her knees with a frown. “I just wanted to tell my friends I’m okay. They must be so worried. Especially after…I told them I would be okay on my own. I thought I could get my life back on track? Poor Winston must be out of his mind if he’s heard by now—”

Junkrat eyed her rather carefully, though when she mentioned Winston’s name his bushy eyebrows shot up. “Oi! Who’s Winston? You got a boyfriend already?”

“Wh-No! Noooo no no. Winston is just a friend of mine. He’s a…um, he’s a fellow scientist,” she said. Junkrat was so unpredictable, she didn’t want to even begin to explain that the one she had been trying to contact was a super intelligent bio-engineered gorilla from the moon who was now running a covert Overwatch team. “He’s one of my old colleagues.”

The junker visibly relaxed. “Eh, I’m sure you can tell him you’re fine when we get you back to Sydney. No frets, darl! You just let ol’ Junkrat take care of everything until it’s safe out.” He hesitated, glancing down at his hand, before going to place it on her bare shoulder. “Chin up! It’ll all look better in the morning. Here we go, put the telly on whatever you like, and I’ll whip us up a supper!”

Mei sighed quietly. She was still pretty hungry, and it looked like she was going to spend the night on her mattress no matter what. Maybe she could at least convince Junkrat to take that awful chain off her leg? And she wasn’t going to get on his good side by wrecking the man’s few belongings or being too terse with him. So she just nodded politely, and tried to ignore how his fingers left little stains on her pale skin when he gave her a chummy little shake.

“I…I’m sorry about your TV. And your neck. And um—”

“Wot? My balls?”

Her eyes darted away behind her glasses, lips pinching at the mention. “Um.”

“S’alright! Though that was quite the fuckin’ direct shot, if you must know. Who woulda guessed you were such a fighter? Put up quite the scrap. Woulda been funny if the balls weren’t mine. You just have a rest and don’t worry your pretty head too much. I’ve got everything under control!”

***

He had everything under control. Even if Mei was proving to be a much harder nut to crack than he’d first thought. Especially after she had been the one to crack his nuts. But the little lady seemed pacified for now, or at least resigned to her fate. She had even apologized for their little misunderstandings earlier, which he considered a step forward.

And best of all, this ‘Winston’ wasn’t her boyfriend. Definitely another step forward.

Maybe she’d lighten up after a tucker and a good night’s sleep. He didn’t have any broccoli to give her: not yet, but he’d get her a whole pile of vegetables to gnaw on like a rabbit, and maybe she’d finally smile for him.

As it was, he would have to try and whip up something with what he already had. So he leapt upright, turned to give her a fond pat on her head, and limped over into his makeshift kitchen. What did he have, anyway? He always kept a ready supply of meats, but those were out. So were his cans of soups, his canned curries, and even his emergency cans of dog food (which he’d been forced to turn to more than once) all had meat in them. He was a carnivore at heart, and had stocked accordingly.

He eventually settled on dumping some beans and rice together, popping in some canned corn, onions, and several different types of hot sauce. Frankly, the whole meal looked like a rather sad affair to him. Even adding the dog food might have livened it up a bit. But for her, he persisted. He persisted in making her this sad, sad, healthy slop even when he had better stuff available, for whatever crazy reasons she had.

The television hummed the low voices of some news program, much as it always did. But he could occasionally hear her shuffling on her mattress behind him. A few times she even coughed or sniffled, reminding him that she was there. Dare he say, it felt almost wholesome? Just your average bloke cooking dinner for his date. Yes, his date was currently chained to the wall on pain of death for everybody, but he could ignore that part and hopefully she could eventually do the same.

“Soup’s up, love!” He whirled around with a steaming platter of rice slop, sticking the mixing spoon in it and walking it over to her. “Now, it might not look like much! But it…uh…well, it’s…it’s not much, actually. But I’ll get you something better soon, swear it.”

“Oh! N-no, it’s fine. Thank you, Mr. Fawkes.” She looked down at the rather anemic-looking meatless meal, seeming to inspect it.

He was heartened to see that it seemed to pass muster, and soon she was digging into it with hungry zeal like before. He really needed to get her a proper spoon if she was going to stay with him, although some part of him delighted at the way her precious little lips stretched around that larger spoon. Probably best not to watch too close then. He might start imagining other things and the last thing he needed was to pop a fat and then have to explain the bulge in his shorts to her. Couldn’t scare her or anything.

Instead he all but collapsed into a cross-legged sit at the coffee table across from her, starting to shovel food into his open jaws. They watched TV and ate together, which was what regular people did on dates, and things were going splendidly. Even if they had roughed each other up a bit and misunderstood intentions at first, that was all in the past now. He just needed to take Hog’s advice and try not to overwhelm his guest with…himself. And he could be charming without being overwhelming, if he was careful.

What did city folks talk to each other about? Mei was a fancy lady and his usual topics of bombs, sports, and barbecue probably wouldn’t interest someone like her. He eyed her where she was watching the screen, clearing his throat and trying to think of something else.

“S-so! Uh! It’s uh, it’s really weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

Shit. That probably wasn’t it.

She blinked and turned to him with a slightly confused expression. “Oh? Um, yes? I suppose it is. Although it’s really too hot for my tastes.”

“Phwaw, this is barely hot at all! Barely breaking a sweat in the arvo. Asides, better to be too hot than too cold.”

She tilted her adorable head at him. “Well…I’m afraid you’re going to be in for a very long few months ahead for your winter, then.”

“Eh?”

“Mm-hm. We were just talking about it at the climate summit. The dead zone in the Pacific has altered one of the main equatorial currents to your east, and the Flinders current is no longer going to push back the Antarctic Circumpolar current, which means all that cold water and weather coming northward from the pole is going to clash with another system that’s going to come from the Tasman Front and going to outflow, and create what is probably going to be rather harsh storm conditions, combined with the cooling effect from—”

He stared at her dumbly as she went on, his fork half-raised. She jabbered on more about things he didn’t understand, using words he didn’t understand, and she might as well have just been speaking Chinese at him, for all he knew. She even started gesturing, talking about frontflows and currentwhatsits and prevailingthingies.

“Oi!” he said eventually, pointing his fork at her. “You’re like a weatherlady on the telly! You didn’t say you were a weatherlady!”

She looked a bit irked at that, cute lips pinching off to the side. “I am not a weatherperson. I mean, not like that. And weather is just one aspect of the whole climate, the whole environment. I told you, I have my doctorate in climate science.”

“A weather doctor!”

“I…Um. Okay, yes. A weather doctor. I told you, I was taken from the environmental summit in Sydney. That’s why I was there. There are so many things that I can try to help with here. Australia has very particular problems with climate shifting—”

“And bots!” he agreed. “Fuckin’ omnics really did a number on Oz, eh?”

She looked at him and he couldn’t really place her expression, so he just continued.

“Roadie says things were real different afore the Omnium blew us all to hell.”

“Your friend— erm, your bodyguard? Was he around for the cataclysm? Were you? I mean…you knew Australia before the omnium, before there were junkers?”

“Heh! I guess so. Not sure how old I am, really. Don’t matter. Not that I can remember any of it, afore Junkertown. Ah, real shame I can’t take you into town proper.” He brightened, grinning at her again. “Show you some real junker culture. You ever been to a scrappin’, Mei?”

“A-a what?”

“A scrappin’! Oh it’s load of fun, you’ll love it. I’ll take you to one eventually. They test out the new mechs and fighters on the omnics we bring into the arena. Blood and oil, oi oi oi!” He hooted, banging his palms down on the table enthusiastically and not noticing her startled jump. “I bet I can get us tickets to the splash zone, even! And after the champs have finished scrappin’ the last omnic, they sweep all of ‘em up into the pit! Hehe! Sometimes they’re still twitching, although not for long after we start lootin’ for parts—”

She looked upset for some reason. “Mr. Fawkes, please!”

“Huh? Oh!” He blinked at her, smiling sheepishly. “Forgot you’re all fancy-like. Probably don’t want blood and oil all over your nice clothes, once I get some for you. We might miss out on the best parts by the time we get there, but for you? S’alright! We can just sit in the back. You can still see enough from the nosebleed section, and the back bleachers aren’t too—”

“No! No, Mr. Fawkes! Junkrat, that’s absolutely horrible. H-how can you even suggest…No, I don’t want to see that. That’s murder! You are talking about murdering innocent omnics. I’ve read stories about junkers disliking omnics, but this—!”

“Wha? Nah, nah, it’s fine. Aw, you got a real tender heart, huh? They’re just bots. They don’t got feelings.”

“That is not true!” She pushed her mostly empty plate away, giving him a horrified glare. “Just because omnics are different from us, that doesn’t mean they’re not people! Please don’t tell me you believe such awful things!”

Junkrat was torn between trying to pacify her and argue his point. His brain and his tongue couldn’t agree with each other, and it resulted mostly in him sputtering again, spittle flying off his lower lip, eyes flickering aimlessly from object to object in front of him as if searching for a solution. “Wha— No! Ffft! Sppt, nah! Yeah!— I mean, they don’t! Yeah, nah! No! Eh!”

That didn’t seem to help things. Mei only looked more affronted than before. “That is terrible. Completely barbaric. I’d read all kinds of warnings but I thought— Hmph! No wonder everyone hates junkers!”

His mind came into a sharp focus all at once, head jerking towards her. “Wot’s that?”

“I said that it’s barbaric behavior, omnics are—”

“Everyone hates junkers, eh?” he corrected her coldly, and his voice sounded strange even to himself. “Junkers like me? S’that what you said? No wonder, eh?”

“What? No!” She faltered slightly. “W-well I…I had heard warnings…”

“Warnings about junkers, yeah! Everyone hates ‘em! Trash! Belong in a bin where they were probably born, right?! Garbage people from a garbage home, nothin’ good can come from junk!” he snapped. “Yeh! Who told you all them warnings? Your little doctor friends? All the rest of you suits?”

“I never said—”

“Nah, s’great! Didn’t wanna take you to a scrappin’ anyway. Might get a speck of dust under your fingernails, perish the thought! And sorry my house isn’t good enough for you. And all the rest of it. Hope I didn’t filth you up too bad when I lifted you out of that boot. I know you suits aren’t used to us dirty junkers n’ all!”

She had been a suit after all. He’d been so stupid. No wonder Roadie had laughed at him. He’d been mooning over some stuffy foreign weather doctor, and she’d only been using her adorable little lips to sneer at him. This whole time she’d been sneering at him and he hadn’t let himself see it. He’d wanted so badly to believe that it had all been a misunderstanding, that she was just a good girl who was out of her element and just needed a helping hand. But he only had one hand, and she found that hand to be filthy and beneath her. Everyone hated junkers, after all.

Just another suit who looked down on him, like everyone else.

That was probably why she was wincing down, backing up on her mattress. “No! No, I didn’t say that. That just…it came out wrong, please. Let’s just calm down, Mr. Fawk—”

“You done with your food or not? I got things t’do,” he grumbled. “Things what might offend your sensibilities and all, Dr. Mei.”

Lowering her head, she slid her plate towards him. “I didn’t mean it like that. I am sorry, it’s just been a long day…”

“Then go t’sleep.” He snatched the plate and scraped it onto his own, carrying them off towards the sink. He ate the rest of his meal there, refusing to look back at her.

He could feel her eyes on him, though. And several times she made a noise like she was trying to get his attention. But if he turned around, he was going to say things that weren’t appropriate for a fancy lady like her…and he wasn’t sure if he sincerely meant them or not. So he just kept eating, shoveling the rest of their meals into his open maw. Even this shitty vegetarian meal he’d tried to make for her: waste not, want not.

“Mr. Fawkes?” she called gently. “Junkrat?”

He swallowed another mouthful of rice slop.

“…Jamison?” she tried.

She’d remembered his real name. Shit. Why’d it have to sound so nice when she said his name?

He paused, wiping at his lips with his forearm before he whirled around without looking at her. Limping over to his couch, he snatched up the rough blanket crumpled up atop it and unfurled it before throwing it at her. It settled rather comically over top of her like a shroud, though she pulled it slightly to the side and peered up at him with one of those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers…

Shame he was still peevish at her and all. He was allowed to admire if he was still angry, wasn’t he? Maybe he should ask Roadie that one, the old pig man seemed to have a real knack for romance and all. Maybe he’d been right about rescuing his fair damsel in distress, too. Being a hero was nothing but an awful lot of trouble.

“Just go t’bed, Miss Mei,” he finally grumbled, rubbing at the bruise around his throat. “You said it. Been a long day. Gonna stay up for a bit, draw up some new plans…Get you back to the city proper all the earlier so’s I can get my reward and you can get outta here. Win, win!”

“Is there anything I can do? I’m sorry for earlier— I sometimes have a temper, I know. Or…” She sighed a little when he climbed onto his stool at his workdesk instead. “M-maybe we can talk in the morning?”

He grunted an affirmative and bent over his stack of papers, grabbing his least-gnawed-upon pencil and getting to work.

“Yeh, alright.”

Behind him, Mei gave him a rather concerned look, but seemed to give up. She pulled the ratty blanket over top of her, curling atop her mattress as she switched off the television and pulled off her glasses, turning her face away from the yellow glow of his desk lamp.

“Good night,” she said softly.

Damn her, why did she have to mess everything up? Now he was pissed at her instead of her being pissed at him, and he couldn’t even imagine things like pulling himself into bed after her, or wrapping himself around that soft little body all cuddly-like, and maybe even her putting those lips on his forehead for a kiss goodnight. He also couldn’t imagine waking up right next to her, and making them breakfast in the morning like he’d intended to do, or laughing over cups of coffee like he’d seen pictures of in the magazines.

Maybe it was better to just imagine the fat stack of credits he’d get when he turned her in safely?

He chanced a very brief little glance back at the little bundle under his blanket, brow knitting before he made himself turn back to his desk and his stacks of drawings and plans.

Well, maybe it would be better this way. She clearly didn’t think much of junkers. And he supposed he’d never been cut out to be a hero in the first place.

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Chapter 33: A Night of Celebration

Fic Summary: “Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

Genre: a lot of fluff, recovery, really fucking domestic, waiter!Phil

Warnings: eating disorders, anorexia, bulimia, hospitals, panic attacks, references to past abuse, mentions of suicide, mentions of self-harm, a lot of awkwardness, small amounts of smut. This is potentially triggering so for your own sake, please think twice about reading if anything this might affect you.

Disclaimer: I don’t have personal experience with eating disorders, but have done some research. If I have anything about them wrong, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll sort it out.

Word Count (for this part): 4.1k

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A/N: Hey ho, so i posted a little update earlier saying this might be a few days, but I managed to get my act together and get this finished off tonight which feels so good. Okay, it’s short, but the last chapter was a bit of a giant, so this evens things out, right? This chapter has been a little bitch to write and has been plaguing me for the best part of a month, but I got there at last. I cant even explain what all I had to change to make this work, but I think I got there. I guess life would be easier if I had a beta or something, but I have no idea how that would work for me.

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Dan’s POV:

A couple of weeks on from the trip down to my parents house, everything was finally coming together. Phil had just got his application in for cooking school, Ethan seemed to be settling okay with my brother and parents and I was starting to put together a CV in preparation for the job hunt that I was planning to start soon.

Phil was putting a lot of time in at work, now that our lives had calmed down and got into more of a routine. We’d started to think about planning our wedding and while we hadn’t decided on much, we knew we didn’t have the funds to do anything extravagant. Phil was taking advantage of this calm spell in our lives to work hard and get our income flow a bit better. We wanted a little weekend away as a honeymoon, probably just down to the south coast, but we’d still need to fund it.

Tonight, Phil was out at work and I was making a start on a list detailing all the things we might need to organise. So far I had: venue, rings, registrar, catering, flowers, music, invitations, best men, ring bearers, suits. I knew there were probably many things I was missing, but it was a start. Maybe we should get the help of a wedding planner, or at least a married friend. I’d talk to Phil about it later, but I had a strong feeling that Louise could be a big help in figuring this out.

I laid my list to the side and got up to go and make some tea. I still found there were days where dinner didn’t quite sit right, but usually it was nothing a cup of herbal tea and a bit of relaxing couldn’t solve. While I was up I decided to fill myself a hot water bottle too; I might as well get comfortable because it was a couple of hours before Phil would be home. I returned to the sofa with a cup of tea, a hot water bottle and a blanket, with the intention of watching something on TV until Phil got back.

While I was trying to make my mind up on what to watch, my phone started to ring from inside my blanket bundle. I managed to find my pocket through the layers, and pulled it out to see who was calling. Ethan.

“Hi Ethan,” I said, answering quickly as I was slightly puzzled why he was phoning me personally rather than with Adam.

“Dan,” Ethan said, sounding a bit worried, “Umm, I was looking for some advice and Mum thought you might be able to help me?”

“What’s the problem?” I asked softly, knowing his emotions could be a bit fragile at times.

“Well I have my first psychiatrist appointment tomorrow and I don’t know what she’ll know already and what I need to say. I’m kinda stressing out about it but your mum thought you might have more of an idea what’ll happen,” Ethan explained.

“Okay,” I said, pausing for a few moments to think, “Right, for a start, we got your doctor up here to refer you to her, so he should have passed on notes about what’s been going in your life. I’m not sure if there’s any issues with data protection, but she’ll probably have most of your story. There will be some things, like the situation with your parents that she won’t know, but don’t feel you need to share all of it immediately, you’ll work towards that eventually. I suspect she’ll go over her notes with you at first and see if you have any other details to add. So you’re not going to have to explain everything; you might be asked to answer some questions though.”

“What if she asks me about something that’s difficult for me to talk about?” he asked, his voice sounding a bit strained.

“As a psychiatrist, she should be trained to ask things in a way that should be easier for you to answer, but if there’s something you’re not ready to talk about at the moment, just let her know and I’m sure she’ll understand,” I tried to explain.

“Okay,” Ethan said, but he still sounded rather anxious.

After a few moments silence, I spoke up, “Have you got any other questions for me? I’m trying to think what else I can do to help…”

“Can you persuade Mum to let Adam come with me?” Ethan said nervously.

“Is she not letting him? Why not?” I asked, a little confused why my mum wouldn’t let Adam be there for Ethan at this time.

“She doesn’t want him to miss school,” Ethan explained miserably.

“Is she around? Can I speak to her about that?” I asked, hoping I could do something for him and persuade my mother that it would really be best for both of them if Adam attended the appointment with him.

“Yeah, I’ll go find her,” Ethan said, followed by the rustling sounds as he moved the phone away from his ear and then moved around the house to find her.

“Ca-Mum,” he said, clearly still transitioning to calling her Mum, “Dan wants to speak to you.”

“Hi,” my mum’s voice sounded a couple of moments later.

“Hi Mum,” I greeted her, before continuing with the task at hand, “Ethan’s quite worried about talking to this psychiatrist.”

“I know, that’s why I suggested he talk to you,” my mum replied, curtly.

“And he has been, I’ve told him a few things that’ll hopefully help a bit,” I explained.

“Okay, that’s good,” she said. “So did you have something to tell me?”

“I was wondering why you’re not letting Adam go with him? It's clear that would make him a lot more comfortable,” I said, with a slightly demanding tone requesting an explanation.

“Adam’s got school,” my mum said, as if that explained it all.

“Mum, I know his education is important, but so is his soulmate. He’s going to be sitting in class feeling all of Ethan’s anxiety if you don’t let him go,” I explained, trying to persuade her.

“Hmmm,” she mumbled thoughtfully.

“What time is Ethan’s appointment?” I questioned.

“Half twelve.”

“And is school lunchtime still from twelve-fifty til one-fifty?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed.

“Take him out before lunch and you’ll probably have him back before the end of lunch. He won’t miss too much class,” I suggested.

After a bit more persuasion, my mum eventually gave in, or maybe rather begrudgingly agreed that I was right.

She returned the phone to Ethan and I spoke to him for a bit longer, giving him all the advice I could. I got to speak to Adam too; he seemed fairly confident that he would be able to support Ethan at the appointment, which was a relief. I could only give so much advice; having his soulmate there with him was really what he needed.

When Phil came home from work, he told me about his evening and I told him about mine. He’d encountered a few strange customers at work, which for Phil was nothing unusual. I told him of my phone call with Ethan and the outcome of that. Hopefully we would hear tomorrow how things had gone.

As Phil cuddled with me on the sofa, he found the now lukewarm hot water bottle on my stomach, which I had forgotten all about.

“Stomach ache?” he questioned softly.

“Just a little bit,” I explained, “Thought I might as well get cosy.”

“Shall we maybe get ready for bed soon and then we can get properly cosy and not have to move again?” Phil suggested.

“Mmm sounds good,” I agreed, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up with Phil in the warmth of our bed.

“C’mon then babe,” Phil said, a guiding hand on my back, “Let’s go.”

Phil and I changed into our pjs and brushed our teeth together. Once we were warm under our duvet, Phil made a move I didn’t quite expect him to. He slipped his shirt off, then helped me do the same, snuggling up against me, our naked chests making it that little bit more intimate.

“I know we’re not naked, but this makes you feel good, doesn’t it?” Phil mumbled.

“Yup,” I said happily, pressing a kiss into his shoulder, too comfortable to move and kiss him on the lips.

Phil and I took the night on in each others arms, warm, comfortable and cosy.

The next day, Phil and I decided that we would talk to Louise about helping us plan out wedding. We spoke to her on the phone, and after hearing her excitement already, we knew she would be a big help. We organised a day for her to come over and help us start off the process.

After Phil and I had finished lunch, about two o’clock in the afternoon, I received a phonecall from Adam.

“Hey, Dan,” he greeted me, “Thought I’d fill you in on Ethan’s appointment. Umm… it didn’t go very well…”

“What happened? Is he alright? Are you alright?” I asked, instantly concerned because I knew how anxious Ethan had been about it.

“We’re fine, we’re home now and Ethans hopefully asleep,” Adam told me, “Umm, it got too much for him and he ran out of the room. I followed him to the bathroom; he was like really panicking about everything… like he was crying and shaking and struggling to breathe and felt sick and stuff - maybe a panic attack?”

“Sounds like it,” I agreed.

“Anyway, I did what I could to help him with his breathing, holding him as that usually helps calm him a lot,” Adam explained. “And I texted mum to come for us as quick as she could; she was in a coffee shop just down the road.”

“Sounds like you did all the right things,” I commented, listening as he took a couple of deep breaths.

Adam continued, “When he’d calmed down a little, we left the bathroom. I left him with Mum for a minute to briefly tell the psychiatrist we were leaving. Then we went home; I know Mum had wanted me to go back to school but it wasn’t happening after that.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding although he couldn’t see, “So how long have you been home? He’s sleeping now, yeah? How has he been since you got home?”

“We’ve been home an hour; I took him straight up to our room and got mum to bring some water,” Adam informed me. “I got him out of his jeans and outer coat and whatever, and once he was just in boxers, I took my shirt off and we cuddled for a while amongst the blankets. We continued to work on his breathing, I got him sipping the water, just generally did my best to help calm him down. Eventually he got kinda sleepy, so he laid down and I stayed with him until he was asleep. He’s like fast asleep now, as far as I know anyway. I thought I’d take this chance just to tell you what happened, but I’ll probably be stuck by his side again later.”

“Did you talk about his feelings much and why it happened?” I asked.

“Not really, I was just trying to get him to calm down… I think he still feels sick too, which isn’t good, but hopefully that’ll pass in his sleep,” Adam added.

“Yeah, I’ve thrown up during a couple of anxiety attacks, but the feeling usually does pass,” I explained, “You’ve been doing all the right things from the sound of it, but yeah, just make sure he gets plenty of rest until he’s feeling better.”

“Okay, yeah, I will do,” Adam said, “Anything I can to make this easier for him… Um, we didn’t organise another appointment or anything but what do you think we should do?”

“I’d give it a day or two and see how he’s feeling about the whole thing. It might be he’s better trying a different psychiatrist as the first one is always necessarily the right one. I suspect with the referral they probably chose one at random, but they’ll all handle his problems in different ways. Clearly depression and suicide are gonna be the main things on his list to talk about, but it sounds like he’s suffering from a bit of anxiety, so one who works with anxiety might take things a bit slower with him. I’d speak to the staff at reception and see if they can give a recommendation.”

“Okay,” Adam said, a little uncertainty.

“At the moment though, don’t worry about that,” I told him,”… and I know you do, but try your best to be there for him. Maybe try and talk through the appointment with him to get an idea where things went wrong? Tomorrow might be hard if Mum makes you go to school, but alone time is good for him too.”

I could almost hear Adam making a mental note of all that I had said, being quiet and thoughtful at the other end of the phone. I wished him luck with everything and said goodbye, also letting him know that if either he or Ethan wanted to have a chat about anxiety, I would see what I could do. In the absence of a professional to help him at the moment, we were all stepping in as a support network to do what we could.

The next day, I received a further update from Adam in the form of a text, informing me that Ethan had a bit of a rough afternoon in the end:

Ethan had a bit of a rough afternoon yesterday. We tried relaxing, but he ended up having a rather restless sleep instead. Dinner was curry, which he thought would be fine, but he ended up feeling sick and going to bed early, then throwing up on himself in bed. I suspect he was still feeling off anyway from the panic attack. Today’s been better so far - I was at school but kept texting him to make sure he was doing okay.

Ethan had a sensitive stomach at the best of times, but it sounded like the lingering anxiety hadn’t helped matters. From just speaking to Adam, I couldn’t really get an idea how much the anxiety was still affecting him and I’d like to do what I could to help.

Aww that sucks - I’m glad he’s doing better today. If it would help to talk about it, I’m free this evening if you want to skype?

I’d made an effort to keep in contact with Adam and Ethan since they had left us. I knew things weren’t easy for either of them at the moment, so I was doing my best to be there for them, as I knew Adam struggled to speak to Mum and Dad about personal matters.

I think that would be good - I’ll see how he’s feeling after dinner and we’ll let you know

Later in the evening, Phil and I sat down on the sofa together to Skype them. Phil could leave if they wanted to talk to only me, but I knew his point of view on anxiety could be valued. The pair of them were sat together in bed, Ethan still displaying some signs of lingering anxiety. I didn’t dig too deep into what had caused his attack, only taking the information that he and Adam volunteered. Between Phil and I, we were able to provide insights from both someone with anxiety problems and that of a soulmate familiar with helping them.

I’d quite realised it until now, but helping Adam and Ethan over the last couple of months had also helped me in a more roundabout way. There was something about using your own experiences to guide someone else through theirs, which built up a kind of confidence within you. Although I would maybe never be completely ‘better’, I felt so much more confident in my body and in dealing with my anxiety issues.

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Two months later, it was the start of May and the wedding planning was well under way. The venue was booked, Phil and I had got our rings organised, Phil had booked the catering people and was in the process of liaising with them over the menu. Louise had helped to pull everything together, helping us pick out the music and flowers, designing the invitations, attending both of our suit fittings. We had decided to ask Adam and Ethan to be our ring bearers, as it was traditionally good luck to have another pair of soulmates bear the rings at your wedding. Phil had known straight away that he wanted his brother as his best man, but I was taking a bit longer to decide. Phil was my best friend and my brother was already occupied with another role.

I’d spent a while thinking about the traditional role of a best man. In the main they were someone to help you get ready in the morning and give an entertaining speech. Chris and PJ crossed my mind, but they were really Phil’s friends and something about that didn’t seem right. I knew that I didn’t do well with nerves, so ideally I wanted someone who would be able to help me calm down if I got a bit anxious. Louise had looked after me a lot on days when Phil didn’t want to leave me home alone. It was her advice that had helped me to deal with my anxiety at first and I would be ever thankful for that. I needed someone like her, kind and calming and understanding.

In expressing this thought to Phil, he came up with a solution which I hadn’t quite expected. “Why not just ask Louise then? There’s nothing to stop you having a best woman.”

In hindsight, I realised that Louise had done a lot of the jobs that a ‘Maid of Honour’ may have done in the run up to the wedding of a man and a woman. She was the perfect figure to fill this role and was so honoured when I asked her that she teared up a little.

Today started out like any other, but we soon discovered it to be a special day for Phil. He’d received an email from the cooking school he’d applied to earlier in the year and after dragging me to the living room for emotional support, he opened the email. It was great news, they had offered him an unconditional place on the course!

Phil was overjoyed, this being a big step along the way to his lifetime goal of becoming a professional chef with his own restaurant. He cried, happy tears rolling down his face as he sobbed in glee in, nestled in my arms. I congratulated him over and over, not only with words but with kisses. I knew immediately that a celebration was in order. This was a big deal for Phil and I wanted to celebrate with him.

I asked Phil how he wanted to celebrate, to which he answered, “With you! We could get takeaway and just celebrate here; I’d like that.”

With that, I decided that dinner was going to a takeaway of Phil’s choice, accompanied by champagne. Before it got to dinner time, I nipped out to Tesco to buy a bottle of champagne, some flowers and napkins to make dinner that little bit fancier. I picked up some popcorn and chocolate for Phil too, knowing how much he loved his snacks.

Phil took a while to decide what he wanted for dinner, but after some research he found somewhere that would deliver vegan pizza. He hadn’t had pizza since he’d been diagnosed as lactose intolerant and now, four months later, he was finally sorting that out.

Phil ordered a ‘cheese’ and tomato pizza, wanting a simple pizza to sample the flavours; he would potentially try something different in the future. I ordered a low fat cheese verison with peppers and sweetcorn on top, which sounded good. Despite each having chosen our own pizzas, it was a given that we would sample each other’s anyway.

While we waited for it to arrive, I set the table with wine glasses, flowers and napkins to make things that little bit more fancy. I attempted to fold the napkins in some fancy way, but that turned out to be a bit of a flop, literally.

Phil was amused by my setting the table for the pizza, but he didn’t call me out on it. I’d thought about making this element a surprise, but I couldn’t exactly shut Phil in our room until the pizza arrived.

When the door buzzer went, I told Phil to take a seat at the table and I took in the pizza from the delivery guy. I took the pizzas to the kitchen to serve them onto two big plates, then brought them out to the table, where Phil was waiting patiently.

I noticed that Phil already had his napkin on his lap, so I unfolded mine and did the same. I handed Phil the champagne to open, feeling that he should probably be the one to do that. The cork popped out with a small pop and fizz, and then Phil was pouring it out into our glasses. As cheesy as it was I did a little toast to his success in his new course.

“Thanks for doing all this,” Phil said, after swallowing the first fizzy sip of his champagne, “I wouldn’t have thought to have napkins and champagne with pizza, but it makes it feel like a bit more of a celebration!”

“That was the plan,” I laughed, “As you didn’t want to go out anywhere to celebrate, I felt like I needed to create some level of fanciness here.”

“Thanks,” Phil said, chuckling lightly and starting to pull apart his pizza.

We both got dug into our pizzas, Phil making appreciative noises at the burst of flavours in his mouth. He looked happy, maybe even the happiest I’d seen him in months. I was incredibly proud of Phil for getting into cooking school, but I was also happy to have treated him to a dinner he was enjoying so much.

My pizza was good too, the vegetables and low fat cheese making it a little different from Phil’s. What was even better, was I could eat it without feeling even the slightest bit guilty. It was all good for me and nowadays, that was all the reassurance I needed.

For dessert, we had a small tart, that was technically a generous helping for one. For Phil and I, that was perfect, as it allowed me to have a small bit and Phil would finish off the rest.

I cleared up and insisted that Phil didn’t need to do anything. Instead, he was to get comfortable on the sofa and pick out a film as I got the popcorn ready. A few minutes later, I joined him, setting the popcorn bowl on his lap and cuddling up next to him. In the duration of the film, we finished the rest of the champagne between us, not an intentional move, but it happened and neither of us were complaining about the slight tipsiness it provided.

By the time the credits were rolling, we were nice and cosy under a blanket, but with the alcohol in our bloodstreams, it wasn’t long before things took a turn towards being sexy. Small congratulatory kisses had turned into making out and before long, my hands were working their way under Phil’s clothes, and his under mine.

Despite stumbling slightly on the way there, I made the responsible decision to take this to the bedroom. Neither Phil nor I were particularly keen on defacing other parts of the flat, and even whilst mildly drunk, I remembered the morals of our sober selves.

It seemed only right that a night of celebration turned ended in the way it did, Phil and I having a glorious night of passionate love making. I tried to focus things towards Phil, doing what made him feel good, as this night was meant to be all about him. As we fell asleep in each other’s arms, I reminded him how much I loved him, gently nuzzling into him as I got comfortable. I felt at complete peace in Phil’s arms and my heart was full of joy for him at his achievement. Being soulmates, Phil’s life was a major part of mine, and knowing he was one step closer to reaching his dream made me feel like I was glowing with happiness. ‘I Love You’s were exchanged, but even those three meaningful words couldn’t express the combined happiness we were feeling.

Next Chapter =>

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mskinkyafro · 6 years

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This Moment On (Liam x MC)

A/N: So I was planning to post this before the latest chapter was released but I was hit with constant writer’s block with this fic so I’m so glad that I finished it but sad it won’t be uploaded before the ch. I love the stolen moments we get with our King and I like others was expecting a proposal so I decided to throw in one. A proposal to be dedicated to one another once everything was solved. Plus I’m posting a picture that I made envisioning my MC’s promise ring. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: An extension of the time spent in Shanghai with the two lovebirds Justice and Calvin. A secret rendezvous that’s is even more special than previous ones.

Rating: PG-13 ( A few innuendos are tossed in)

Word Count: 1,976

Riding back to the hotel in the limo Justice let the window roll down, enjoying the crisp cool air Shanghai offered. Even the chilly temperature from the wind couldn’t distract the warm sensations that are flooding through her body. She can still feel the way Calvin’s hands traced her sensitive skin, the way his lips grazed her neck, his pupils dilated and his arousal evident. Slowly closing her eyes to immerse herself in the memory. Not soon after she’s interrupted by a voice.

“Pardon me Lady Olivera, but we’ve arrived.”

Jolting forward with a slight blush painted on her cheeks.

“Oh of course! Ahem… Thank you. Have a good night.”

Exiting the vehicle she enters the hotel and heads straight to her room. Entering her room she notices Hana and after talking for a bit decides to get ready for bed. She reluctantly heads to shower not wanting to rid herself of Calvin’s scent. As the warm water cascades down her body, she loses herself once more to what transpired earlier that evening. She can still hear his baritone voice speaking those wonderful words he said earlier.

You astonish me.”

Replaying his voice in her head makes her heart flutter.

“You are the most loyal and tenacious woman I know.”

Justice knew she fell for the King a long ago, but tonight feeling his intense gaze bore not just into her own eyes but her soul confirmed any seeds of doubt that had sprouted during the last couple weeks. Seeing the admiration and love that was reserved for her and only her it was everything she needed to know that this was real and one of a kind type of love. The love you’d read in fairy tales and fiction. The type you’d see in movies and hear from generations of myths but never expect to experience in life.

As the steam of her shower fills the bathroom and fogs the doors and the mirror she shuts off the shower and exits to sit on her bed as she tries to untangle the knots in her curly kinky hair. Sitting there and reminiscing about this adventure she knows she made the right decision by boarding that plane so long ago. Rising to get dressed she hears a knock. As a habit, she reaches for something to throw. But looking at the door she sees a note slip under the crack of the door. Dressed in her PJs now she first opens the door and cranes her neck down the hallway seeing no one in sight. Closing it back she opens the note and immediately recognizes Calvin’s handwriting.

I know that our departure is the first thing in the morning but meet me at the lake at the break of dawn. - Calvin

Smiling to herself because of his sweet gesture. Before laying down she quickly texts Maxwell to arrange a limo to pick her up around 5:00 a.m. Content with everything being handled she fell asleep thinking of her beloved.

Awaking to the beeping noise that fills her bedroom, Justice shuts off her alarm and despite being annoyed to be awoken so early, it quickly leaves as she remembers she’s going to be spending more time with Calvin. She quickly jumps out of the bed and heads to change into her outfit. Since it’s early and cold out still she decided on a burgundy off the shoulder sweater and dark washed jeans that fit her perfectly with knee-high black heeled boots and a long white trench coat.

After applying a decent amount of makeup, fluffing out her curls, and examining herself in the mirror she turns to gather her phone. Content with her look she leaves her room and puts on sunglasses and exits the hotel from the back entrance in case someone is also up as an early bird. Waiting for her is the limo and once inside she gives the driver directions to the same location she was the day before.

Once she arrived she leaves the vehicle and walks around a bit before notice and tall shadow under a beautiful tree. Grinning she walks towards him and throws her arms around his neck. Before she rises to whisper into his ear, she experiences a deja vu of her body being pressed against a tree with her arm contorted behind her back. Always one to make light of a situation Justice says.

“I forgot, stealth and you don’t mix well. Even though my arm is starting to numb I wouldn’t be in this position again under different circumstances. Preferably one without clothes.”

Realizing his mistake he quickly lets her go and apologizes profusely, a red blush spread across his neck and face.

“My apologies Justice. As you know I’m always on alert especially when I’m “alone” in case of someone where to try something.”

“It’s okay I should’ve learned the first time from the races but like I’ve mentioned before maybe I just like having you pinning me down.” she says while throwing a seductive wink his way.

Amused and feeling a rush of warm sensations flooding to his lower half he shakes his head. Playing along he moves to wrap his arms around her waist and dropping his voice deeper knowing the effects it has on her.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. Anything for my Queen,” he whispers into her ear.

It takes everything in Justice’s body not to visibly shiver. Not able to contain herself much longer she leans up to kiss Calvin. Surprised by the sudden movement but welcomed to it he deepens the kiss. Pressing her closer to him as if he was trying to meld her to his own body, there tongues moving in sync. Finally coming up for air Justice speaks as Calvin focuses his attention on her neck. Leaving delicate kisses and inhaling her scent of honeysuckle and lavender.

“Not that I’m enjoying this but what brings on this impromptu early morning rendezvous.”

Lifting his head to look her in her eyes.

“You’re right I was hoping you come with me to watch the sunrise at our next location we won’t have as many opportunities alone.”

He moves to reach for a picnic basket and a blanket. He then sets it up next to tree and gestures for him to sit. Justice courtesy in a playful manner and sits. From their position they can see the beautiful waterfront they rode on less than twenty-four hours ago. Calvin sits next to her and hands her a thermos. She graciously accepts it and sips from it enjoying that it’s her favorite brew of coffee.

“Mmmm just the way I like it.”

Smiling Calvin pulls out a container full of warm cronuts. “I thought you’d enjoy these too.”

Looking at the cronuts her face breaks into a bright smile.

“My favorite coffee and my favorite treat. What’s the occasion?” Turning to face her he holds her hands into his.

“Everything up to this point of my life hasn’t prepared me for this. I always assumed to take the same paths as other royals. We walk with an air of prestige, we lead, sleep and repeat. The simple pleasures of life were lost to me. I never expected them nor wanted them, until I met you that night. That night I knew that this woman beside me who took me to the Statue of Liberty was something special. I never knew what it felt to have someone put me first and to love me, Calvin. Not the Prince of Cordonia but me, the real me.”

Touched by his words so far Justice places her hand on his cheek and tries to speak

“Calvin…”

“Please. Let me finish.”

She nods. He gently places her hand back into his.

“I was pleasantly surprised to see you join the competition and proud to see you succeed and charm everyone who was honored to cross paths with you. Slowly as our time together grew I knew I’d fallen and fallen hard. The night of my coronation should have been a victorious night for both of us and I’m sorry it wasn’t. That moment to see you taken away from me I knew I’d do whatever it takes to get you back. I was given a glimpse of true happiness and I refused to let that slip away from me. I always put Cordonia first before me and for the first time, I didn’t have to because I knew and still believe you’re everything Cordonia needs and what I need.

Like I said yesterday sometimes, when I find myself up against a particularly challenging decision as King, I stop to consider to consider...Which choice makes me worthy of Justice? I look to you for strength. I look to you for the courage to choose the right path, even when it is the more difficult one. That is also why I know that you are the only one for me. I can’t imagine life without you by my side, to inspire me and challenge me. To make me a better man.”

He then re-positions himself to bending on one knee and reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little black box. Opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond three stone setting ring with pearls on both sides.

“I was planning on giving you this last night but it wasn’t ready yet.”

Shocked, Justice sits frozen with her mouth agape.

“I love you, Justice Kennedy Olivera. This ring is a promise that from this moment to eternity I will love you and always be there for you. That you’ll still have me… and a country.” he says with a nervous laugh close behind his once stable voice.

Tears build into her hazel eyes and she quickly blinks them away. Her smile radiating from pure elatedness.

Feeling a little mischievous she stands up and faux thinks.“Hmmm, let’s see, a whole country plus a handsome King?”

She looks down to Calvin, his eyes gazing back at her. Smiling so hard that she feels as if her face my break she suddenly crashes into him making him fall onto his back.

“Yes! A million times yes!”

She quickly presses a kiss to his lips.He chuckles and while still sprawled out lifts up slightly to place the ring on her left finger.

“Other than holding a special symbolism of our time on the tour, do you know what pearls represent?”

“No, but I’m dying to know.”

“Pearls symbolize wisdom, loyalty, and dedication. All of these qualities are found in you. Other than your sense of humor, charm, and beauty I fell in love with these characteristics. With these alone, it’s more assurance you’re what Cordonia needs as a Queen.”

Kissing him tenderly once more Justice then pulls away and says “You don’t have to sweet talk. I already said yes.”

Smiling brightly as to have never felt so happy before quickly moves and picks up Justice swinging her around.

“I can’t help myself. I’m a King in love with an amazing woman.”

Her laughter fills the air around them and then she’s put back down. She turns to press her back into Calvin and moves to wrap his arms around her again and they watch the sun rise fully.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Calvin. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for allowing me to have an adventure of a lifetime.”

He places a delicate kiss atop of her head as they watch the beautiful colors swarm the sky. She pulls his arms tighter and breathes out a content sigh and relishes for the time being.They both understood that this moment is for all the star-crossed lovers like them. They made it through because they had one another and hope.

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ilovedhim-whydidyouhadtokillhim · 4 years

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I did this... It's an embarrasing number5xreader

Title: That's bullshit in any Language.

(I don't mean to be rude. It's a line Five says to the handler. Ill put un this post part 1 and 2.)

So. This is Five living his life with the Sparrow Academy, and you are an editor that wants to publish his story. It's a few years After you came back to 2019... And it might have some of my ideas on time travel and the comission. Nothing canon or comic canon because i haven't had time to read it yet. Sorry for the grammar.

Chapter 1:

There are plenty of your reasons that I don't understand. Why did you come back? Was it really because of your family or was saving the world that matters? Did you came back just to help them? or because you love them?.-

Those words hit the brain of your interlocutor like a gold lingot adorned with a lemon peel. Effect only achieved by the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, which was very far from this part of the universe.

-What do you mean by that?-. He replied annoyed, you were sitting next to a window, in front of you there was a young adult. You were wearing a white blouse and ankle-length skirt. -Well, if you have powers that go beyond reason, and you are capable of leasing with the physical laws that bind everyone else, shouldn't you understand that these are simply events that had to happen in a certain order so that your brothers and everyone else should simply disappear? .-

-What?- He said sissing, with a very pissed off look. You had spent the afternoon listening to his fantastic story. As an assistant to the chef editor at a science fiction publishing house, you thought the young man was trying to sell you his story. Mostly because of the effort he made to make it seem real, he probably wanted to give it a transmedia approach. You thought that perhaps it could work, uploading an internet page, a video game for smartphones and several Facebook pages would sell well too, you saw the future and it was probably easily adapted to the cinema or to a series, you even thought about the fanfiction. If you hadn't detected so many narrative problems… Which on the other hand gave realism to these misfits.

The expression on Five, the pseudonym under which he introduced himself, made it clear that he couldn't believe what he was hearing. But that's how new artists are, they live in their stories, their delirium. And it's understandable. You began talking again. -What Mr. Reginald told Diego, seems to me, it's true for everyone. But at least he's honest about it. In all their actions, these guys are all marked by their father, it’s really their main drive to act.-

You felt a slight guilt, someone so fanatical about their own creation had to put a lot of himself into it, so probably Diego, Klaus, Vanya and all of the others were just a human personification of a hurt part of his adolescence. -Excuse me for telling you this but even with fifty-something years you went to your father for advice. A man who was not older than you in his timeline. Even in the middle of all that conspiracy. You chose to believe in him. -

The young man seemed somewhat nervous, he was sweating a bit and his eyebrows were narrowing in a strange way. -Are you from the association?- he said sweating - Is this a new kind of psychological attack?-. These clarifications gave you a bad feeling, but you decided to joke: -Do you see me with a briefcase?-. It didn't seem to work as you liked. His face showed a terrible aversion and you felt fear. You took your things and left enough money to pay for your coffees, on the table.

-I think it is an excellent work of fiction, Mr. Five. But I think you should solve your problems and calm down a bit before you want to publish it. I don't know what had happened to you to come up with all this but it seems to me that with a good medication and a correct edition you could go far. You are still young and you could even have a great future as an author. But I can't work with someone in your current state.- You took your card out of the bag and gave it to him somewhat shakily. His face changed from rage to disbelief and you left a bit angry and scared.

He scrutinized the white card, it was made with a fancy paper. It had “Dark Horse Books" printed in black. -In my dimension these are "comics" instead of books - he smiled. He hit his head on the table "> your last name <,> your first name <",> phone number <,> office address <.

He realizedrealizado were just a smart girl. -She's probably right. Maybe in all this time I have just lived as a scared child under the table of a man who is not even my father, but the one from Sparrow Academy. After all, even the idiot Luther decided to make his life of his own in this world ...-.

Five called Diego. -Hello brother, another Apocalypse? - Five heard a tone that wanted to be playful but actually sounded concerned. -None, I just want to chat. Are you available for dinner? .-. Five had started college not long ago. Mr. Hargreeves had gotten the adoption papers of Five just as he would have been one of the boys he previously adopted. So everyone was amazed when that young man who looked about 20 "was actually 34".

When you were at home doing office work, you were surprised to know that your appointment for that day had been canceled and that you had stayed all afternoon listening to a poor schizophrenic or drug addict speak.

Chapter 2:

The uneasiness of the meeting with the boy passed and a few weeks later you had time in your schedule for a new interview with the young man who was supposed to arrive on that occasion. You have had coffee and the middle-aged man left.

Nothing out of the ordinary. More stories about zombies and society, it would be edited because it was an acquaintance of the manager. You were beginning to rethink working with that strange young man and his story. You remembered that sometime in your teens you heard about some babies that were born a without their mothers having been pregnant. And a kind of low-profile superhero league that most people took as a hoax to divert attention from things like Watergate, the White House affair among other things.

Probably if the boy was right you were looking at an excellent informant. And it could be an amazingly revealing book ... Especially with all the mythology surrounding JFK. You turned to the window and the young man was watching you from the other block. That again, gave you the chills. You saw him cross the street. It was fortunate that your cup did not have more than the sip you took or you would have spilled it all over yourself.

The young man sat in front of you, the husband of the owner of the cafeteria asked the young man what he wanted. The boy looked stunned. "HAZEL?" The man looked at him for a moment, because that was his ñame but the man was no acquaintance of him. "Excuse me young man, I don't remember meeting you." The boy laughed. -Don't worry, you reminded me of a friend, but it can't be you. It's good to see you anyways.- The man served their coffee somewhat puzzled and walked to talk to his wife, the woman turned her head the table and denied knowing him. Ultimately, neither of them knew who the young man was. This definitely raised several questions but you didn't know which ones. Mostly mportant, what would the young man talk about now?.

You were silent for a while. Five had his hands in his pockets. And you kept looking at the street. You saw how the steam from the coffee made waves above the cup. Again you wear a shirt and skirt. This time a white one with polka dots. Nothing that you could know of but the boy had been a bundle of confusion the last few days. He was not very enthusiast about human company, but he decided to separate from all his previous life experiences and for this he began studying economics. So meeting you at that moment in those clothes made him really dubious about why he was talking to you. Was he really addicted to the apocalypse as you and Diego said?.

Tired of the silence, you asked him a question that seemed uncomfortable for both of you. -The previous time, you only told me your nickname, Mr. Hmmm.- The man looked at you with surprise and smiled at you. -Francis... Reginald, Hargreeves.- you raised your eyebrows. Behind all that delirium, the young man did not look like a Reginald, although on a second thought he dressed like an upper-class young man. He was probably one of those rich young men whose excessive education, gets them a little upset with the world before they should be done with it. -You can call me Frank ... or Five. My siblings, they usually call me Five. So as not to be confused with my father. - The young man seemed somewhat annoyed.

-Oh, it's okay Frank. -, -What do you think of the proposal? . Despite the trust that the young man had placed in you, there was something that prevented you from treating him as a young man of his age. He obviously was not over 23. You didn't know if it was his story, where he is over 60 years old, if it was perhaps his possible mental illness or the aura of presumption that accompanied him.

-Ohhh. I discussed some of that with some of my siblings. They do not agree.- You imagined him sitting at an empty table like the last supper. Except he was just talking to himself. -I see you still don't believe me.-, the young man took out his phone and showed you a picture of him with his family. You could see a huge man, a condecorated policeman, a renowned violinist, an underground model who had worked for several covers with your publishing house, an actress who had just won an Oscar and the little brother. Now that you saw him next to all his family, his story was starting to make a little more sense. Besides, they were all obviously different. Now you thought that the young man could not be more than 21 ... And that it must be difficult to be good by the side of those successful siblings.

The young man seemed to guess your thoughts or maybe it was the pious look you gave him. -Whatever you are thinking, is not the case. I just study for fun. I actually work in a government agency. And believe it or not, for a couple of years I have been in therapy for the post traumatic stress that living so many years alone caused me. Stranded at the end of the world Dolores!-. The young man clapped his mouth quickly, that seemed to hurt. He turned completely red. You didn't know if it was because of the hit or if he had said something embarrassing. While he was telling you his story, his subconscious was quite careful to hide all the details from you about his wife, named Dolores.

And that was. Curiously, the point that he had discussed earlier days with his psychologist, apparently he had not understood (or had not wanted to understand) that the talk he had with you reminded him of his Wife. Only this time, it was really a person outside of himself who answered him with such sharpness and intelligence. And he wasn't going to accept it.

Not knowing all that internal debate, you took another sip of the coffee. "My name is in case you are interested." You said upset. He lowered his hands from his face, it was completely red. -Yes, I know , I just remembered someone while talking to you. - There was no going back after that statement. "Thank you for taking an interest in my story and for listening to a complete stranger say nonsensical things." He now seemed like a completely different person. This boy's range of emotions is a carnival.

-Don't worry, it's part of my job. To tell the truth, I confused you with a young writer and I was quite tough because he is a recommended person to whom we must publish.-. You smiled at him. Apparently the young man liked your comment. -Wow, I must be flattered then.-, -Pretty much actually. We are a very famous publisher present all over the world.-, -And timelines ... it's a joke.-. The young man said when he saw your expression. -For such and such a reason. I look very young. But I think there is something that is not clear to you ... I am also 34. I am not really a young person.- Five had decided to start living according to the age of his brothers. Since he had that opportunity.

You had a pleasant talk, and exchanged phones with the young man. Since the one he had was your work phone number. Probably something good had come out of this confusion. It had gotten quite late, and you had to be on the other side of the city. To finish a part of the work you needed to get up early the next day, a taxi would cost you a lot. The young man saw your concern. -I can take you home, if you want,-. He said with a mischievous smile. You didn't know what he was planning. But you accepted, and walked with him to a parking lot, while you were walking, he asked your address and places near your house, -Oh! I understand, near <>> and that <<< >>>, of course I do know what building you are talking about.- He said while rubbing his chin and doing some imaginary calculations in the air. Being quite far from people, he asked you to take him tightly by the arm. You took it and suddenly you felt something pull you back. You closed your eyes. Next, you were in front of your building.

"What had just happened?" You saw him up, he was a little taller than you and he had a mocking laugh. -I'm sorry that teleportation is not a gift that everyone has. But at least you already tried, right? -. You felt how your intestines took their place again and you got a bit nauseous. You ran to some nearby bushes but you were lucky that you weren't as sick as you thought. You wiped yourself with your sleeve. And you thanked him a bit puzzled. You saw him inquisitively. You had so many questions, but none seemed prudent to be the first. He laughed. He actually seemed like he was quite nice and smart when he wasn't an arrogant know-it-all. If all the things he said to you were true, then he probably did know a lot more than your average citizen.

He accompanied you to your door, said goodbye to you with a kiss on the cheek. He disappeared in front of you with a beam of blue light. Now you had an existential crisis knowing that the world had already ended twice in a past and a future that were actually the past of the present that you lived. And that was nothing at all digestible. After seven years working without missing a single day due to illness, you decided to take a week of unforeseen rest.

I had this posted here too: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26520721/chapters/64640455#workskin

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September 28th-October 4th, 2019 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from September 28th, 2019 to October 4th, 2019. The chat focused on the following question:

What is a part of your comic you don’t particular like right now, and how are you trying to improve it?

Kay Rose

Something in my current comic that I dont like is how my characters look inconsistent, to fix it, when im back drawing hopefully next week, I'd like to change my webtoon release time to every other week So i can spend more time making sure theyre on model, and not hurt myself again trying to get 15-20 panels done in a week like a scrub

Ash🦀

I came from a novel-writing background. Although I wanted to write for comics, of course I had to learn about the fundamentals of writing at all, but that made me too dependent on words, so... I think in the beginning, there was simply too much dialogue. I didn’t let the characters breathe because I felt I had to give people at least a rundown of the world, foreshadow future events, all the things. I wish I’d taken more time to let the characters breathe and let the art speak for itself. As I edit the second chapter, I’m taking out whatever isn’t necessary, and focusing more on the marriage of art and words, letting them work with each other. I also dislike that it took me this long to get from the “it’s almost finished” stage to the “it’s finished” stage, solely my fault. I guess I can’t say much more since it technically isn’t out yet, but the pages are all there and everything’s finished, and I’m sure I’ll learn way more about the process as I keep going.

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

1) Fast pacing. People have told me it’s not a problem at all, and it’s actually good to have a webcomic that doesn’t drag - but I do feel somewhat restrained by my self-inflicted chapter page count. Sometimes I have to squish some things together in (what I feel is) an awkward way. But maybe it’s just me wanting to show more??

2) Lettering! Lettering is not my forte. Typography itself was always a problem for me to get right in graphic design classes. One of the few critical messages I’ve gotten on Phantomarine is about the wide-set lettering, and it’s stuck with me. I kinda want to fix it up in the future, or hire a proper letterer. Or... hand-letter! I dunno, it’s just bothered me ever since it was pointed out...

Urbanjawdust

@Ash🦀 that is AWESOME. more power to ya!!!

DaemonDan (The Demon Archives)

Heh, the main thing I don't like right now is that I'm on hiatus XD But the biggest artistic issue I'd been having recently was my previous artist wasn't very consistent with character appearances, especially the women/girl characters. Now that I've hired a new artist, the first thing I paid him to do was to make character sheets of them, with the hope that this will let us be consistent going forward.

Deo101 (Millennium)

I think for me it's also gonna have to be fast pacing. I get so excited about moving on, and so afraid of dragging things out, that I tend to forget to linger where it's needed. Since it's been pointed out to me, I've been working on adding an extra page or 2 to really wrap up my scenes... but it's definitely a problem in my past pages.

Urbanjawdust

Does anyone struggle deciding how many pages to post per update?

I'm debuting a new series and am struggling to decide how many pages the first episode should be

Deo101 (Millennium)

Hmmm...... Personally, if I'm uploading more than one, I like to get it to a point of "kind of a little bit of a cliffhanger" every time

instead of a particular amount of pages

Kay Rose

I upload on webtoon, so I count by panels.

snuffysam

depends what kind of comic it is, how much you get onto a page, etc. like if a page doesn't have anything interesting on it, it should probably have more on it or the update should include a second page. or like if you have a comedy comic, you shouldn't cut off the page in the middle of a joke.

DaemonDan (The Demon Archives)

Also where you post it. On my own site, i post 1 page at a time. On Tapastic, I'll post a few pages per update.

AntiBunny

Probably the slow meandering pace at which the story is told. 13 years and I still haven't gotten to the point I planned. Mostly because I want fully realized characters, and they need to go through a lot to get there.

Erin/Leif & Thorn on Kickstarter

Tapas & Webtoon seem to be optimized for taller updates, but with a regular site I'd post one page/strip at a time. People who want to read in batches can still bookmark it (or add it to ComicRocket, etc) and only check in every few update.

Most of my CR bookmarks, I wait until the comic has at least 10 unread updates before catching up.

(exceptions are mostly things like xkcd where there's not continuity to keep track of)

...also, seconding the "my least favorite thing is that it's on hiatus" for But I'm A Cat Person. Combined with "my least favorite thing is that it's not finished". (One more chapter! Just the one!)

sssfrs

I honestly really like the direction "Joe Is Dead" is going right now but there are areas I could definitely improve. I need to figure out how to strike a balance between perfectionism and speed, so that I don't take too long to put out pages but so that I can still put out high quality work. I'm also trying to work harder on characterizing characters, making their responses more individual to who they are and the kind of things they think about. When I first started writing I was putting in a lot of lines that were helpful to move the scenes along but the characters didn't have so much personal motivation to say them. I've been editing my writing over several times in an effort to really streamline the dialogue. You can read Joe Is Dead on Tapas: https://tapas.io/series/JoeIsDead(edited)

DaeofthePast

While I'm not too fond of the colors I used in the first episode of Dating Not-So Simulation, I have to remind myself that the duller colors serve a purpose. It works for symbolizing Morgan's emotional state at the beginning of the story and it'll get more colorful as the comic goes on.

Desnik

What I don't like about http://ask-a-warlock.tumblr.com/ is that it's been a couple of years working on it and it's STILL not done!!(edited)

The Q - working on WAYFINDERS

Pacing is my biggest issue right now. The story is so huge, so I can't linger. But also a comic needs time and space to breathe. I'm trying to let the scripts flow in a natural way, but I'm nervous to see how it's going to work once we get to thumbnails!

Holmeaa - working on WAYFINDERS

it is going to work GREAT!

The Q - working on WAYFINDERS

Haha, well in that case... I'm excited!

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