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eunoiaflow3r · 4 years ago

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when worlds collide - h.p. x gn!avenger!reader

a/n: bahahahahaha no one reads harry x reader lmaoo you don’t have to tell me - i know. but still, i thought this was a cute idea and i went with it. hope you enjoy :)

not edited.

also: timelines don’t match up bc i don’t want to do the math so harry is like 20 - 21 and your like 19 - 20 in 2020. Civil War and everything on didn’t happen. Fred didn’t die.

gn = gender neutral

warning(s): “language!” - captain america.

word count: 3.1k

request(ed): no.

summary: stephen sends y/n to a strange new place with...wizards?

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Never doubt Stephen Strange. That's something that pretty much everyone has accepted. Never second guess the wizard man. Usually you'd agree. Usually you'd just let the man babble about whatever he needed to and then go about your day.

Not now.

The fuckery.

Now you were here (wherever here was) after some flashes of orange and a "be careful." Did he even do the spell right? Is this really where you were supposed to be?

It was dark, and dirty and you just wanted to go home and not talk to anyone so you turned yourself invisible.

You were born with your powers - you think. You were adopted so you wouldn't know where your powers came from. All you know is that one day your parents couldn't find you, even though you were right there. Instead of thinking you were some kind of alien and throwing you out to labs, they helped you control it the best you could.

It was difficult at first, all things considered, but you got through. You discovered you had another power as well. Force fields. Those came in handy during the battles. (You helped where you could), and Tony Stark took you in afterwards as his own. He helped you create your suit, and your name, and discover more about your powers, he was basically a dad to you.

Your parents were a little hesitant letting you join the Avengers, but once they realized this is what you were meant to do, and you had people just like you protecting you, they couldn't keep you from that. They just couldn't.

So here you were, invisible, in some dark and creepy alley. There were doors either side of you, so you got out of the way considering they could open and smack you in the face at any given moment. You heard loud voices and laughing and cheering from both ends of the alley so you walked towards the one in front of you.

The voices were so loud and echoey that you really couldn't focus on anything else. Maybe that's why you didn't hear a boy behind you trip and fall into you from behind.

"I'm so sorry." he said helping you up.

You turned around to help him, he got awfully dirty, and searched for his glasses that fell off his face.

Once standing, he took out a stick, waved it over him, and all of a sudden the dirt and gravel was gone.

"How did you do that?" You were no stranger to magic, but this was something you've never seen before. And why would he do it in front of you? For all he knew, you were an unknowing human.

"What?" He asked eyebrows furrowed together, accent strong.

"With the stick."

He chuckled shoving the stick back in his cloak.

"The stick." He smiled and looked you up and down. "It's a wand. You must not be from around here."

"Yeah, what tipped you off?" You noticed the lightning bolt scar on his head. You wondered how he got it.

"The accent, the clothes, the inability to recognize a simple wand, the ability to be here, not recognizing me, and wait - where is your cloak?"

"Cloak?"

"You were just invisible a moment earlier but I don't see your cloak anywhere."

"I don't have one. I can make myself invisible without a piece of fabric or your fancy stick." You say sarcastically. Were you flirting?

"Handy." He grins. "The name's Harry Potter."

He holds his hand out for you to shake. "Y/N L/N."

He asks you if you want to talk somewhere besides a dark dirty alley. You agreed. It took some convincing though to let him use his stick to clean the clothes you had on, but to change your outfit to something less, standout-ish.

When you felt the witch hat on your head you immediately snatched it off your head and glared at him.

He just laughed.

Once out of the alley, you breathed in the now clean air, and was mesmerized. People were bustling in and out of small shops, animals were flying and chirping around their owners, children were running around with their friends and siblings, and people were waving sticks, or wands, just like Harry used.

"C'mon, this way." He smiled at your awestruck face. It reminded him of when he first arrived with Hagrid all those years ago.

He brought you inside a coffee shop, and sat you at a booth near the window knowing you'd probably want to still look outside at the new scenes.

After ordering, and a few moments of silence as you looked around, you decided to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"We're in Diagon Alley. It's like an outside mall."

"I mean like, planet? I guess?"

"Earth."

"Earth?"

"Well, more specifically London. Diagon Alley."

"London?! I'm in London?!"

"You've never been? To Earth? Or London?"

You rolled your eyes silently cursing Strange. "I'm from Earth. The United States, actually. I just wish he'd put me on a fucking plane or something instead of making it seem like I was going to Mars."

"He?" Harry was very curious.

You looked into his green eyes, your mind wandering. The guy in front of you was very attractive. His dark hair complimented his eyes, and his glasses made him even more attractive.

"You guys are wizards right?"

"Really? What gave you that impression?" He asks sarcastically. "The sticks, the pointy hats, or the big bowl with green liquid sitting outside?”

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny. It's not my fault you live into the stereotype of brewing potions in your cauldrons -"

"Oh well I can only assume you're one of those Avengers from the States, yeah?" He grins. "You guys are all over the news."

"Yes, sure -"

"And don't one of you wear capes and another shoot lasers or lightning or whatnot? Sounds very stereotypical to me."

You laugh as the waitress brings over your drinks and muffins. You thank her. "No, well yes, that's Strange and Thor, but that's besides the point -"

"Well of course it's strange." He grins and winks and you over his mug. He was purposely annoying you and found great joy in it.

"Anyway," you sigh getting back to the point. "Do you guys have a Wizard here, like a powerful, trusting, all-knowing kind of guy?"

His eyes dropped slowly and his smile dimmed for a moment before slowly widening once again.

"Had. His name was Dumbledore."

"Our guy is Stephen Strange. Or Dr. Strange. He sent me here, and I'm not sure why."

"Hmmm." He hums setting down his mug. "Are the states in danger? Were you sent here on a secret quest that would put you through tough trials that would risk your life but would ultimately save everyone you've ever loved so you just have to do it?"

You were in a silent shock. "Uhm. No, not that I'm aware of, no."

"Well then perhaps your Wizard Strange is playing matchmaker."

"Matchmaker?"

"Well you were sent here weren't you?" You nod. "Arrived outside the exact place where I was and I just happened to bump into you? Sounds like a set-up to me."

"Or a coincidence."

"I'd like to think it was fate that I bump into the most attractive person I've ever seen and they don't know who I am and won't judge me 'cause of my past." He took a bite of his muffin.

"Should I be worried?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that out yourself." He winks.

You decide to eat your muffin as well. It was a comfortable silence until you looked out of the window and noticed a guy crouching down behind a cauldron...with a camera.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there a man outside taking pictures of you?"

His eyes widened. "Oh shit." He whispered. "Here." He took out a baseball cap and put it over your head, hiding your face from the camera.

He gets out of his seat quickly pulling you along with him to the back of the shop but before you could say anything he had his wand pulled out.

Next thing you saw was a couch and living room.

"Wow." You panted. "What a way to bring a girl home."

"I apologise Y/N, I block them out so much I forget they're even there and now they've seen you, and have a story and -"

"Wait, wait, wait, are you wanted for murder or something?"

Harry walks over to his bookshelf and pulls out a rather large book. After opening up on the table, he waved his wand over it and beckons you over to read it.

'Boy who lived.'

'Golden boy defeats Voldemort'

'winner of Triwizard tournament'

And there was so much more… 'Harry Potter' in bold just strewn across the pages. His whole life story.

Your eyes widen at everything. "So both and neither. War hero. How come I've never heard of you? Or any of this?"

He smiles at the pages fondly, running his fingers across the letters and reminiscing on his times at Hogwarts.

"Unlike you Avengers, we like to keep our business private and quiet. We don't like prying eyes."

You scoff. "Not our fault we have alien invasions every year."

Harry agreed and for the rest of the night you sat on his couch talking and sometimes arguing, over every little thing. It felt like you two had known each other forever.

You're not sure when, but you fell asleep there and woke with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist. You're not sure how the two of you ended up this way, and you realized you were practically strangers, but you didn't want to move. You just wanted to tangle your fingers through his dark hair.

But you didn't. Instead you stared at his closed eyes, and focused on his long, dark, eyelashes that fluttered a little from time to time. You thought about how you could get used to this. Waking up with his arm wrapped around you.

You told him last night that if he was actually a serial killer, and wanted to kill you that you had a whole team of people who would rip him limb from limb. He had no doubts and looked actually scared of your threat.

You thought about what it'd be like to live here among people like you.

Stomach grumbling, you decided to get up and see if he had anything you could make for him. It's the least you could do. His face turned when you left his arms, but you quickly pulled the blanket over him so he would be able to sleep a little longer.

You found his bathroom, and washed your face. In your backpack was a toothbrush and some toothpaste so you brushed your teeth, fixed your hair, and got dressed.

By the time you got out of the bathroom, you noticed Harry was still sleeping so you went into the kitchen and tried to find anything remotely close to breakfast foods. By the look of his inventory, you could tell he was very good at cooking but hadn’t been to the store in a while. He did have some eggs and toast though so you decided to make that.

In the middle of it, you got a phone call from Strange.

“Strange?”

“Harry Potter.” he says.

“What?” you were so confused as to how Stephen knew ANYTHING.

“You’re in his place, we've been tracking you.”

“So I guess we should probably have a talk about privacy? I don’t know, it just seems like something we should discuss you know? Cause usually people can respect that - especially people who just DUMP you here in the first place -“

“Calm down that’s what the mission was. While you were sleeping, we searched the place with a camera we put on you and he’s not who we thought he was. You completed the mission L/N. Great job.”

“Is he a danger?”

“Not necessarily. Just making sure your fine is all.”

“What -?”

He hung up.

Why wouldn’t Strange tell you his intentions? Why would he let you stay here if he thought Harry might have been a bad guy? Why would he risk that?

Right as you hung up Harry Potter walked into the kitchen with his lenses in between his shirt - he was cleaning his glasses.

His dark hair hung over his eyes but his eyebrows were raised.

“You made breakfast?”

“It was the least I could do. I didn’t mean to fall asleep but thank you for letting me stay.”

He smiled and put his glasses back on. In doing so his gray shirt lifted and you could see his abs. You turned away a blushed.

“It was no big deal. Thank you for making breakfast, love. You didn’t have to.”

You didn’t say anything and instead placed both of your finished plates on the dining room table. He followed you and sat down immediately digging in.

“These are the best eggs i’ve ever eaten Y/N thank you.”

You smiled in response but then frowned remembering your conversation with Strange. You should probably tell Harry.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “You were wrong.”

He gave you a look that meant “about?”

“Dr. Strange - the wizard I work with - he likes to check out potential threats and make sure that ya’know - the earth stays safe and everything. Je can kind of see the future and its propabilities. He did the same thing with Thor and his brother Loki.”

“Okay, go on.”

You cringed. “And so he called me and told me that he sent me here so he could see you? I don’t know I guess he saw you as a threat and wanted to make sure you weren’t.”

You looked at Harry but his face was clear of any and every emotion. He just continued to eat his eggs. It was silent.

You ate a bit at your eggs too until he spoke up which made you look up.

“I can’t say I’m very surprised honestly. With everything you guys manage to fuck up there I’d wanna know if someone else was about to create shit problems too.”

You sighed with relief. He wasn’t mad.

“I’m sorry really Harry, I didn’t even know.”

“No yeah it’s fine. I get it. I still think he sent you specifically for a reason though. There’s just no way we aren’t soul mates or something.”

“Oh shut up Potter.”

He smiled. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Gee your head must hurt.”

He squints at you jokingly. “You should let me take you out. I can show you around today. Y’know, so you can see what wizards are like.”

“Is this a date?”

His face flushes red and he looks down at his plate. “Yeah, yeah it’s a date.”

And a date it was.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Harry! Again?!” You practically screamed. Harry called it aparation but you call it hell. You let it go the first time but damn. He barely even warned you, just took your hand, held it tight, pulled you close, and waved his wand.

It was teleportation. Something you’ve never ever done before.

“Fucking hell Potter I’m going to murder you.”

“And Strange was worried about your safety? This is like your 4th time threatening to end my life and besides, it wasn’t even that bad.”

You rolled your eyes.

Throughout the day Harry showed you all sorts of things you’d never ever seen before. This consisted of every flavor jelly beans (and by every flavor they really meant every flavor), a chocolate frog, and never ending bubble gum. And that was just on the candy side.

He took you inside this joke shop ran by two of his friends from his old school he called hogwarts. They were twins that went by the names of Fred and George. The only twins you had ever met was Wanda and Pietro but telling the story of Pietro’s death seemed to sour Harry’s mood but excite the twins. The fact that he sacrificed himself for a little boy made him a hero in their eyes. They begged you to tell them more stories.

By the end of the day you went back to Harry’s place and you were exhausted. You can’t believe all that you’ve seen and eaten. How was this stuff even possible? How was it all hidden? You were amazed.

Harry was glad to see you had a good day and glad that he had met you. When you got back, he told you that you could stay another night...and perhaps in the bed instead of the couch. He hadn’t meant it in a dirty way but that didn’t stop you from laughing until tears came out of your eyes. He was so awkward at times. Once he had to ask if it was okay to take your hand while you were in the street and it was so cute how he couldn’t really find the words even for something as simple as hand holding.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

You both were laying in his bed facing the other.

“I had a lot of fun today. I feel like i’ve known you forever.”

He grinned from ear to ear and was glad that you couldn’t see him. He would have been beyond embarrassed if you’d seen how unmistakably happy that made him.

“I had fun with you Y/N. You’re great company.”

You were silent for a moment.

And another.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

You were scared of his response and your heart was practically beating out of your chest. What if he was just being friendly? What if he just wanted to be friends? You would have made a huge fool of yourself. You were going to turn away embarrassed until his hand came up to your face and slipped onto your cheek. He was so warm. His lips pressed against yours for a moment and then he pulled away.

After a moment he reconnected and moved his lips against yours slowly. Your hand went to the back of his neck and toyed with his hair. He groaned into your mouth. You smiled and scooted even closer to him. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and kissing. You didn’t want to pull away but you had to.

“Harry.” you said practically breathless.

“Yeah.” he was breathless too.

“I want to show you my world. You should come see New York.”

“Yeah? You wanna show me those alien invasions and robot attacks?”

You laughed and snuggled into Harry. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your neck.

“Mhmm.”

“I’d love to see it.”

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peonypearls-muddled-musings · 3 years ago

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Hello! I’m Tiff! I’m 33 (she/her; aro/ace) and I’m a hobbyist writer and artist! I work full time and lately I’ve been trying to get my mental health under control so I’ve had periods of inactivity and I’m trying to get back out there with interacting and keeping up with posting regularly. I have dreams of publishing my works one day; that is if I can make up my mind on ideas and get writing lol

I write fiction with hints of fantasy and sci-fi; typically the stranger the premise, the more I’m invested. I’m inspired by works such as Disney’s Gargoyles, Studio Ghibli, Unico in the Island of Magic, and Final Fantasy 7, to name a few.

I have three major works; all of which are in the pre-writing/rough draft phase (which is a fancy way of me saying writing is hawrd)

Princess Dagney and the Seahorse King is a road trip/sins of the father themed story. Two hundred years after Shapeshifters ruled earth in the far future, humanity has found their footing again. Dagney is the daughter of the only Shapeshifter with a royal title, King Dargon. When her little brother becomes deathly ill, a chain reaction of events leads Dagney to the home of an enemy to protect her father, only to find two unlikely allies in the king’s twin sons in exchange for a favor. Dagney and her father agree to assist Crown Prince Colme and his brother Olerqus on a journey that will bring Dargon back to his harrowed past, and Dagney will learn the truth of what her father and her ancestors, both human and Shapeshifter, have endured. Risky choices are made, family relationships are put to the test, and bonds formed out of hardship will create strong alliances while old grudges are dissected and put aside in order for the future to thrive.

PDatSK celebrates it’s 5th anniversary this August!

You can find PDatSK posts HERE

Across the Years and Universe (Formerly Bequest) Is the story of aging actor Tad Irving and his family. Tad has always been different; whether from his unique, inhuman strength, or his mesmerizing ocean eyes, which helped his rise to fame as a young man. Now at the age of 59, he’s found odd things occurring. Voices whispering his name, and the sound of footsteps that only he can hear. The last straw is a trip to the beach when a freak tidal wave nearly kills his wife, Eileen. Tad fears for his family’s life, and thus he takes a journey back to his hometown to see if he can make heads or tails of his situation. As it turns out, there’s more to his childhood, and long before, that he has to learn. He meets a strange spirit by the name of Gnonan, who knows Tad by a different name: Viggduranth. The two travel to a secret, sacred place, hidden by mists in the ocean, to their home of Soror, where Spirits now live in peace away from humans. Tad learns his future with his family may be coming to an earlier end than he wanted, and he must find a way to prevent it from happening; even fighting Viggduranth’s presence within him.

I’ve been working on this story since 2011, and is my longest, most changed piece, and it continues to find it’s footing as I’ve grown with it. You can find it under the Bequest tag, as I’ve only just recently changed the name, and I’m still not 100% on the one I’ve chosen. You can find posts HERE

Hark is my most recent idea, and, like the others, is still very much under construction. First idealized as a space opera with symbolism taken from the biblical story of the birth of Christ, Hark is about Corbin Gabriel Ghallager, a man from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, on a now desolate earth in 2098. Earth is covered in domes to try and keep what’s left of civilization comfortable. Most of the population has moved to the space colonies on Mars. Corbin, who is a laser technician for the Mars Space Fleet, and suffers from Chron’s disease (which has forced him to live with an ostomy), chooses to live on Earth, but he rarely gets to see his dearest friend, Teagan, who is a celebrated doctor on Mars. During scheduled downtime on Earth, Corbin, who is determined to find ways to either tap into old water supplies on Earth, or find a new sustainable planet, is out in the wastes when something catches his eye - a falling star? He goes to investigate, only to find an alien in a crashed pod clutching an egg. In helping her, Corbin realizes Mars Forces are nearby, and he gives her shelter. He learns where she’s from, and that the Mars Colony has been using her and her now deceased mate to tell them the location of their home, so it can be colonized by humans. Corbin, heartbroken, agrees to take her back with the help of his crew and Teagan; even if it means risking their lives in the process.

Hark was first created sometime in late 2018

You can find Hark’s posts HERE

I have another work that’s been on backburner for a long time: CoffeeBoy; the story of a disgraced CEO who must be the errand runner for his competitor’s viper of a daughter, only to be confronted with a secret offer of partnership from her to take down her corrupt father. This was first thought of back in 2014 and hasn’t seen much work since, unfortunately.

My current focus is PDatSK; as it’s the one that’s felt a little easier to work on, even though most of my works have changed so, so much, and change takes time with me between work and periods of dormancy. I had hoped to make PDatSK into a comic, and I would still like to, but that may not happen for another few years; at least until 1. I have the story down and 2. I want to get a PC setup to download some programs (like blender) that might help with things like backgrounds, because work leaves me drained.

But besides that, thank you for reading and have a lovely day (or night)!!

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elsanna-shenanigans · 4 years ago

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April Contest Submission #11: One Last Heist

Words: ca. 3,000 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: no CW: Swearing and name calling

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Tonight, on Arendelle News Network. Westergaard Groups has secured rights on the coin of the kingdom Arendelle. The coin, which has the observe of two ruling Queens of the kingdom of Arendelle in the 19th century, took the world by storm early this year. The coin confirmed the theory of two female monarchs rule the kingdom after being debated for decades.

The CEO of Westergaard Groups has assigned Hans Westergaard to be responsible for the safety of the coin. The young and capable Hans has been favored out of thirteen brothers.

However, the coin may be targeted by high-profile robbery groups. The infamous Snow Sisters has a tracked record of successful heist that has caused fear among security firms. Rumor has it the elder sister possesses ice power that contribute to their success but no confirmation on the claim. The coin may be their next target.

When asked about the Snow Sister, the CEO believes Hans could handle the responsibility. He had faith with the young prodigy to keep the company’s most valuable item in good hands.

Westergaard Groups also holds other ornaments and artifacts in its collection.

***

The car drove into the falling rain at midnight. Puddles of water slush through as the car goes by. It was Elsa’s favorite weather, next to snow because she was in her element. As she was born with ice and snow powers, she had a knack with water since snow was just frozen water. She was more confident than she normally would. Which is important for tonight’s heist.

They received a job a month ago to rob the medieval form the Westergaard Groups. The client was interested in the symbolic of the coin and would be ashamed if the coin was kept by someone who didn’t appreciate history. The job was from one of Elsa’s oldest clients. Not that Anna knew who they were since the older sister was the one who dealt with them. Anna would usually prepare the gears and come up with the plans. Elsa gave her second opinion on it. Most of the time, Elsa agreed with Anna’s plan which made her really happy.

It was a simple heist job. Nothing too difficult for them. Especially when Hans overseers the security. Oh, she had not heard that name for a long time. That douchebag of a child wanted to guard the coin. As if he was something to prove to his others 13 brothers or something. Could not wait to see his face when he found out the coin was no longer under their possession anymore.

They arrived at the targeted location, the Westergaard tower or what Anna would call it, the Dick tower. The reason was the phallus-like design, similar to a certain human’s body part (no need to describe it). So fitting with the family’s personality.

Based on Anna’s research, the coin stored at the underground level of the tower. Secured inside a vault with sophisticated security and what not. Luckily for the snow sisters, Hans and his men were idiots and left some loopholes that the sisters could exploit. Was it intentional or not wasn’t the matter, all that mattered was that this heist would be done swiftly.

Elsa’s blue eyes met with Anna’s green eyes. No word needed to exchange as they could communicate by staring at each other in the eyes. But as usual, Anna stole a peck on the lips. Elsa still falls for it after many Anna had done it. A hint of blush could even be seen under dim light from the dashboard, making Anna so satisfied that Elsa was still a shy person under those regal and serious demeanors. It never got old.

Elsa parked the car across the street and went outside. Elsa stood facing the tower and Anna joined her afterward while put on her hoodie. The falling rain-soaked Elsa’s uncovered hair. Even though Anna found it silly to not cover it, the sight of her sister was breathtaking. The look of determination and focus made Anna feel hot inside.

Focus, Anna. Focus. Be like Elsa. You have an important job tonight. The plan is simple, break in and break out, and nobody gets hurt.

Anna’s inner hype vanished when a chill hand held hers. Anna turned her head to see Elsa gave her a warmest smile.

Would be great if this was a date?

Even since they started their career five years ago, they have been working non-stop. Started from a small chocolate house and slowly raised to the banks and vaults. Anna was there every step of the way at her sister’s side. She and Elsa worked as a team efficiently. Able to know to do and what each other thought was a blessing and an advantage in the field.

Although Anna could not help but wished to have at least kept one of the items that they stole. She knew those items for the clients and breaking their trust would be bad for them, but the stolen items caught Anna’s eyes. And tonight, was no differ.

***

Elsa walked alone to the main lobby. There were two guards sitting behind the counter, one of them was looking at their phone and the other was asleep. The loud footsteps from Elsa’s hills alerted the guard. He snapped at Elsa’s direction, “Ma’am, this place is closed.”

And with that, Elsa’s raincoat dropped and so did the guards’ jaws. She revealed the bodice that hugged her body, showing her model-like silhouette. Her eyes opened half-way and nipped her lips. Elsa sauntered with a wide swing of the hips. Footsteps on the marble floor reverb in the lobby, mesmerized for those who heard them.

The guard dropped everything that he was doing, and his partner opened his eyes wide open. The guard suddenly collapsed and snoozed away after Anna zapped them from behind. Anna took the access card from them.

“Damn perverts. I hate it when they look at you like that!”

“It can be like that sometimes,” she holds her hand, “Jealous?”

“No.” Elsa gave her a smirk. “Okay, yes. I’m jealous, so what?”

“Don’t worry,” Elsa stood closer to Anna, “I only have eyes on you.“

Gosh, Elsa. You’re making me flustered.

“You’re welcome. Nice shot, by the way. You always amazed me with your sharpshooting.” said the elder.

This was going to be a difficult night.

***

Rows of monitors stood in hanged on the wall. The two night watch monitored the tower’s CCTV to see any unusual activities. One of them spotted one.

“Look, the camera on hall six is foggy again.”

“Relax, sometimes the camera got foggy. It happened a few times before.”

The guard looked back to the monitor, “Hope nothing bad happens tonight.”

***

They walked to the hallway to the vault. Since the CCTV has been dealt with, Anna could zap the other guards with ease. She asked Elsa to obscure the vision of those cameras by fogging the lens. The older sister used the vent to channel her power to reach out the camera. It alerted them to the anomaly in the first week but died down after a month. They think it was a normal occurrence by now.

The vault finally opened after a conversation with the guards, which may boil Anna’s blood by how friendly the conversation went. The coin displayed inside the glass display box in the middle of the vault. The camera will not be problem, but Anna took out a can and sprayed it around the vault. Lasers can be seen along the path.

“Allowed me,” said Anna.

Anna slithering her way through the web of lasers. She had trained back at their safehouse by replicating the laser exactly as now. She took a month of training so she could do this without break a sweat. She glanced at her sister and pleased to find out she was watching her intently. Every step she took brings her closer to the coin. Anna could see the intricate detail of the coin. The engraving of the 19th century monarch was so detailed, Anna could see the faint freckles on Queen Anna.

She had seen the coin before, based on her research and planning, but when looked at them up closely, nothing short of breath taking. Two queens ruled the kingdom side by side. Not only that, but they were also sisters. Talked about defying the status quo of the 19th century. Lesbian and incest, such scandalous. She wondered how they managed to live life with such a controversial lifestyle. From what she researched, the youngest was warm while the elder was cold. Together, they made up a great pair. No wonder why they ended up together.

Anna reached in front of the display. She sprayed more to see there were any hidden lasers, which were none. She looked around the display, only to find out the coin placed on seemed to be a pressure sensitive detector as she expected. She brings out a dummy coin which weighs the same as the coin. But she needed a placeholder while switching the coin.

When she was ready, she lifted the glass display and slipped a chewing gum on the detector. She needed to do it previously. Failure to achieve might activate the lockdown procedure and trap them inside. She applied pressure on it and lifted the coin. So far, everything went well. She put the dummy coin on the stand and kept the coin inside the cushioned case. She admired it for a few seconds before storing it inside her bag.

She slithered her way back to her sister. She moved a bit suggestively this time to see if she could make her sister flustered. She stretched and bended her body inhumanly. The laser was all forgotten. She locked her eyes with her sister. She trusted her instinct to cross the laser field. Anna put a bit more stretched on her acrobatic because why not.

Anna safely out her laser field and judging from Elsa’s expression, she quite enjoyed the show from her little sister. Eyes dilated and lip biting. Elsa pulled her sister and pinned her on the wall, followed by a chaste kiss.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Don’t know. You judge me,” Anna smirked.

Elsa kissed her again. This time, the kiss lingered longer. After a while, they parted lips. The older sister rested her forehead on the little one.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Anna.”

“I know. I like when you worry about me.”

“Always.” Another peck from Elsa. Anna addicted with the kiss. She just wanted more.

“C’mon, let’s get out here.”

***

“Wanna play a bet?” said the guard.

“What is it?”

“We guess which camera will be foggy next. Every time you’re right, I’ll give you ten euros, and every time I’m right, you have to give me ten euros. If either of us are right, we keep our money.”

“Sound fun. Let’s bet.”

“Deal.”

***

They walked out after a successful heist. However, a figure stood tall at the end of the door. Elsa and Anna cautiously walked towards it. Anna could see familiarity, however.

“We meet again, Anna,” the figure spoke.

Oh, it was him.

“Anna, you met Hans before.”

She sighed in defeat, “Yes, I met him before. He’s my ex from high school,” said Anna timidly.

“And you’re still cunning as always. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment? Ever since the foggy CCTV, I knew it was you two doing. I stayed up all night for the past month. Everyone thinks I’m crazy for staying up late because I was expecting you two to come.”

“Looks like you plan worked, Anna.”

“Yup, poor Hans for being responsible. Just like I planned.”

“Excuse me, Miss Elsa. I hope you wouldn’t mind if I talk to you sister.” Said Hans.

“Proceed, ” Elsa said in monotone.

“How are you being? I heard you’re fucking with your sister now. Gosh, I’m glad I broke up with you.”

Anna gritted her teeth to stiffen her anger. Hans and his snarky remark always made her blood boiled. She glad she with Elsa now.

“Shut up, Hans. That’s none of your business. Besides, I’m the one who broke up with you. You cheated on me. I can’t believe you’re dating someone else behind my back.”

“At least I didn’t fuck my own siblings.”

“That doesn’t make you less of an asshole.”

“Whatever, sister fucker. Now that our past is settled, let’s talk about the present. The coin?”

“Sorry, this thing is on its way to the new owner.” said Anna.

“You know I won’t let that happen.”

“Oh yeah, what are gonna do? Stop us?”

“I do what I must.”

He brings out something from this back. A rifle-like contraption with a tank placed on top of it.

“Behold, ze flammenwerfer.”

“Why does he call that in German?” said Elsa.

“He does that sometimes. To make him look smart by being bilingual. I may have liked him back then because of it,” said Anna.

“Is that why you always flustered whenever I speak in our mother language?” Elsa smirked.

She could not hide the blush crept into her face as a flash of memory hit her. “What? No, of course not,” said Anna.

“Er du sikker på det?”

“De… de… definitely.”

“Ladies, I’m right here.”

“We will continue this later,” said Elsa. “May I know why you’re in charge with security?”

“As you know, I was chosen by my father to guard the coin. All my thirteen brothers were against his decision, but I managed to persuade him to give me the task, with a catch. I need to prove myself worthy to bestow this position. And what better way to prove by capturing the infamous Snow Sister. Now, you two are here. I shall capture you both and show you to my father that I’m worthy and proving to my brothers they were wrong.”

Hans ignited the flame thrower, “With the power of fire, I shall stop you…”

An ice blast pushed him back and pinned to the wall with ice. His flammenwerfer fortunately survived from the blast. He struggled to move as the ice covered his lower torso and both his arms.

“He brags a lot, doesn’t he?” Elsa said.

“Yeah. He won’t stop talking. Always talk about this and that.”

“Good thing you broke up with him.”

The sisters walked to poor Hans stuck on the wall. He still tried to free himself from the frost but with no avail.

“You two are going to pay for this.”

“I don’t think so, playboy.” Anna snide.

He grunted. “Go and run off with sister, Anna. You’re disgusting, sister fucker.”

Anna was about to punch him only to be stop by Elsa.

“Yes, Anna is a sister fucker because she only fucks me. Unlike you, womanizer.”

“Fuck off.”

“We will.”

“Say hi to your thirteen brothers and your father. I’m sure they will be proud of you.” They fled off from the tower.

“Curse you, Snow Sisters!”

***

“This is ridiculous.”

“Said the loser. While I am 100 euros richer tonight.”

He grunted by the loss. As the fog faded, he saw someone familiar. “Hey, it’s that the boss?”

“Yeah. Oh shit. Scramble the alarms! The Snow Sisters are here!”

***

The alarm blared after they went outside. but the police arrived at the scene. The shower of rain still poured when they got out.

With a flick of her finger, ice shards formed at the bottom of the police’s car. It punched the tires and froze the door the prevent the policemen from getting out. Another flick, wind rushed through from the west. Frost started to build up as the temperature of the surrounding plummeted to subzero. The police had to keep their body low to prevent them from being blown out of the place.

Some of the cops attempted to chase them but their vehicles broke down due to the extreme weather.

While chaos ensued, the snow sisters used this chance to get to their car. Elsa led the way, holding her sister’s hand as she guided through the snowstorm. They giggled along the way in. After safely boarding the car, Elsa turned on the car and zoomed out from there. The snowstorm slowly faded away as they drove away.

***

“Um, Elsa. I want to tell you something.”

“Is it something important?”

“Yes.”

The one of Elsa’s hands left the steering wheel and pressed the autopilot button. The car chimed to indicate the car had engaged the autopilot. Only then, Elsa let go of the steering wheel and turned her head towards Anna.

“I’m listening,” Elsa said.

The stern voice from Elsa left Anna goosebumps. She was a woman with focus and when she focused, she would give full attention to the subject matter. And that subject matter now was her little sister. Anna gulped as she tried to proceed with her conversation.

“I was thinking if we could take a break from this,” she paused to see if there were any reaction from Elsa. Since there were none, Anna continued, “It’s been five years since we began our career and we’ve been working non-stop since. I was hoping we could go somewhere where no one knows. Just you and me. Spending time together and forget the world for a while.”

The stern from before softened and a smile crept to the elder’s face, “Anna, you have no idea how long I am longing this moment. The truth is, this was meant to be our last job.”

“Wait, what? Really?”

“As you said, we spent so much of our time into our career that we didn’t spend time for ourselves.” Elsa held Anna’s hand. “And actually, this job wasn’t for a client. It’s actually a personal reason. And it was for you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. I never gifted you anything all those years and tonight I wanted to change that. The coin symbolizes two sisters who engaged one another to become one. I want to be like that with you. I want us to become a thing.”

Elsa took the coin and placed it in Anna’s hand. Anna could not believe her wishes had finally come true. To spend time with her sister together and also the coin.

“Thank you,” said Anna sincerely.

“You’re most welcome. Jeg elsker deg, Anna.”

“I love you too, Elsa.”

***

A/N:

Language translation: -

German: ze flammenwerfer – the flamethrower

Norwegian: Er du sikker på det? – Are you sure about that? Jeg elsker deg – I love you

Disclaimer: I used Google Translate to translate from English to the respective language, which might be wrong. Sorry in advance if I translated it wrong.

#elsanna #submission #April 2021 contest #prompt: break

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shera-dnd · 5 years ago

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Remember Me

So this came from an interesting little conversation on the Glitra Discord and now I turned into a fic

I know the action itself isn’t very detailed, but I kinda just wanted to focus on the ANGST!!!

Also I’m considering what I should write next. Do I write the fluffier follow up to this or do I just write some good clitra? I’ll think about that later, for now enjoy this mess

They were tired of fighting, of arguing, of losing, of being alone, that is why they were being so nice to each other right now, that is why they were so open, why they were always touching, always so close, at least that is what Catra told herself. They were tired and alone and that was the only reason why. It didn’t matter how much she questioned herself every time she woke up clinging to Glimmer and feeling more well rested than she had felt in months.

It had started with a touch. They didn’t talk much for these first few days, all they did was cry in their own corners of the cell, until someone reached out to someone, until a hand reached for a shoulder. They still cried, but at least they didn’t cry alone.

Those first days had been difficult, but things had grown a little better by now. Glimmer may have lost her sparkly magic, but she still had Weaver’s spells. Catra may have lost...a lot, but she could still fight, they could escape this, they just needed a plan.

“New plan then” Glimmer offered for the nth time that day and Catra rolled her eyes, expecting another suicidal plan “What if we sabotage the engines and crash the ship into the planet”

“We would die” Catra sighed and shook her head, though she continue to lean against Glimmer’s side - she hardly left it these days - “Painfully” she added

“I can teleport us out” She remarked

“With what magic, Glimmer?” She asked, tired of having to be the voice of reason every time.

“Once I get in range of the Moonstone I should get my magic back and teleport us both out” She explained “I’m sure of it” Catra got up so she could look Glimmer in the eyes, but still refused to let go of her. As if she would disappear as soon as they stopped touching

“How?!” Catra asked, her voice louder this time and carrying more than a little worry “How do you know we won’t just get ourselves killed?” ‘get you killed’

“I just know it. Trust me on this okay?” She pleaded “We can make this work” She clung to Catra too and gave her a reassuring smile.

“Fine” Catra sighed, unable to argue with her “But we still have an army of hordaks between us and the engine room” Catra reminded her. They had used a spell to scout around the ship and no matter where they looked, Prime’s armies awaited in number.

Glimmer pondered this for a moment

“We need a distraction” she declared “One of us starts trouble and gets Prime’s attention and the other uses the distraction to sabotage the engines. Even if one of us gets captured distracting them, as soon as we get close enough to the ground I can just get us out of here”

“Yeah, one small problem there” Catra started, still not completely sold on this “Prime can read minds, remember. If he captures one of us the other is doomed”

Glimmer groaned. Another plan scrapped. At this rate they would have better luck just waiting for Adora and the other princesses to show up and save their asses, it was not like either of them had much pride left to take a hit anyway, but Catra still hated the feeling of having to be saved. There had to be a way to make Glimmer’s plan work, even if Prime got them, maybe if they got him to send his troops somewhere else, but how could they trick-

“How much did Shadow Weaver teach you again?” Catra asked, her voice and body tense now. She didn’t like this plan, but it could be their best chance.

“I got a hang of most of her spells” Glimmer answered, a little confused by the sudden question

“What about memory magic?” The words felt heavy in her mouth

“I’m not gonna just rewrite your memories like that, Catra”

“You just make me remember a different plan and then when Prime catches me he’ll send his troops a completely different way” Catra explained, she knew Glimmer would hate this idea as much as she did, but it was the best chance they had, so she left very little room for argument “it’s either that or hope your friends show up soon and save the day, but I’m pretty sure they got their hands full on the surface”

Glimmer took a deep breath. This was not something to be done on a whim

“Are you sure about it?” Glimmer asked, her voice was firm and her eyes looked deep into Catra’s. Catra flinched under the intensity of her stare, she was pretty sure of her decision a second ago, but now her uncertainties had returned full force. Still she nodded “You know that if I do this you…”

“I’ll believe you’ve betrayed me and left me to die” Catra completed, too aware of that fact “We’ll just have to live with it until you set my memories back”

“Catra, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can and you have to!” Catra interrupted, this was their best chance out of this shithole. She couldn’t just leave Glimmer trapped here forever, she had to do something “Just get it over with so we can both get back home” So Glimmer could back home, Catra didn’t exactly have one to return to anymore.

Maybe she could ask Glimmer to rewrite that too. Give her a childhood, make her life happy, make her a good person. That idea sounded more tempting than it should be. She had to focus on the plan, foolish dreams could wait for now.

“Fine, I’ll do it” Glimmer answered, sounding dejected. Glimmer approached Catra and held her face in her hands, it was soft and tender touch, yet it brought no comfort “Ready?”

Catra nodded.

___

Catra wiped away the stream of tears from her face. That was odd, she didn’t remember crying. Well, that didn’t matter, what mattered now was preparing for their big escape. Just book it to the escape pods. They didn’t have to know how to pilot those, just jump in, hit a button and hope for the best. It was a simple plan, but so much could go wrong. Catra had been stuck with a feeling of sinking dread as she considered more and more ways this could fail.

“Glimmer” Catra eventually called. This was a stupid decision, but not the worse she’d make today, she was sure.

“Y-yeah?” She asked, her voice weak and tired. Did Catra miss something?

“I…” Catra started, the words getting caught on her throat “If we don’t make it”

“We will make it, Catra” Glimmer assured her, holding her hands.

“But if we don’t” Catra began moving closer to Glimmer “I just want you to know that I-” Glimmer seemed to pale, visibly flinching back and letting go of Catra’s hands

“You can tell me when we’re out of here” She interrupted, too fast and too loud. Catra immediately regretted that stupid decision.

“Fine then” Catra sighed “Ready when you are, Sparkles”

In a few moments they were both running through the corridors of Prime’s ship, running away from all his clones, dodging lasers and doing a lot better than Catra expected. This plan could actually work. That was until Horde Prime showed up.

His presence seemed to make the clones more coordinated, her aim more precise, he issued no command and fired no weapon, but just by being there things had taken a turn for the worse. She dove around a corner to get some cover and landed on top of something very soft.

For a second it was if time had stopped. Laser bolts froze in the air as Catra’s brain processed how close she was to Glimmer just now. Sure, she had been close to Glimmer nearly every moment since they arrived here, but never like this, never with their faces this close to one another. It may have been the adrenaline or how fast her heart was beating or the risk of imminent death, but right now Glimmer looked almost mesmerizing.

“I’m so sorry” Glimmer said, holding back tears. Catra hadn’t noticed the hand against her chest and the glyph that had formed there. Next thing she knew she was sent flying right back into the clone army. A boot holding her to the floor as she watched Glimmer leave her behind.

No no no, please no. This can’t be happening, this can’t be real, not again, please! This has to be a dream, please let this be a dream.

She felt prime lifting her up, followed by the terribly familiar feeling of someone prodding through her mind. She didn’t care anymore, she was too stunned to fight back.

“Such a foolish little plan” Prime mocked “Take her back to her cell and send troops after the other one” He commanded.

Of course Glimmer had left her, Catra thought to herself, she just needed someone to use as bait for her plan, she just needed an emotional play thing so she could feel better about herself again. Catra was just a complete idiot for thinking Glimmer ever even gave a shit. Catra was just another fucking tool once again. Why did she ever believe otherwise?

Catra was flung back into her cell, making no effort to get off the floor. That was it, there was no way out anymore and no one would come back to save her, all she could to was lay there and cry, cry until there were no more tears, cry and scream until she forgot how to feel anything else but this misery and hate that filled her heart.

A bright flash of pink surrounded her and she clawed at it frantically. Glimmer was sent flying against a back wall, with a cut on her arm. Before she could react, Catra was already on her, wildly clawing at her.

“Why!? Why!? Why!?” She screamed, punctuating each word with a swipe of her claws.

“Didn’t-’” Glimmer began, but a cut to the face shut her up. Catra didn’t care why. She just wanted her to pay.

“I trusted you!” cut “I cared for you!” cut “I thought you were my friend!” cut, cut, cut.

“Didn’t know you had it in you!” Glimmer shouted and Catra stopped, memories came rushing back as the trigger phrase dispelled the magic in her mind. What had she done?

“Glimmer!” She called, jumping back at the sight of everything she had just done “I didn’t...I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay” Glimmer assured her, even though she was shaking and her face and arms were now covered in bloody cuts “Nothing Adora can’t fix” She put a hand on Catra’s shoulder and in a flash they were back in the Whispering Woods.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” she kept muttering as she held onto Glimmer. Still in shock after all that had happened. She knew now that her betrayal wasn’t real, that it was all an act, but it still stung, she still felt the pain of being thrown away by another person she loved.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I promise” Glimmer repeated softly, with a shaky smile on her face and tears of pain in her eyes. Catra did this, the guilt adding to the turmoil of emotions inside her, she felt like she was about to vomit. Noticing the struggle on Catra’s face, Glimmer moved closer to hold her “Everything is gonna be fine. We’ll just go back to Brightmoon, Adora will heal me and everything is gonna be fine” She assured her.

“Please, never do this again, please” Catra pleaded, barely holding back her tears

“I promise” Glimmer said, holding Catra close. She flinched at the pain, but still held her as pink light enveloped them “I’ll never leave you again”

And with flash of sparkles, they were both finally home.

#glitra #catra #glimmer #spop spoilers #spop #shera #fanfic #ANGST

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enbyleighlines · 5 years ago

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This is prompt 3 of 3! Thank you again for so many amazing drabble requests! I’ve really enjoyed working on these

Here is Jiang Cheng / Nie Huaisang: Flowers

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Jiang Cheng quickly realizes that there is one downside to taking Nie Huaisang to a zoo for their first date. Namely, that it sets a prescedent for more unconventional dates. It’s not like he can fall back on the traditional dinner and a movie. Nie Huaisang’s expectations are probably a lot higher than that.

So after some deliberation, and some internet research, Jiang Cheng decides to take Nie Huaisang to a botanical garden.

On the drive over, however, Jiang Cheng starts to doubt himself. Is a botanical garden too grandiose for a second date? Or perhaps it’s too archaic? Will Nie Huaisang think Jiang Cheng is trying too hard?

These thoughts plague Jiang Cheng until he arrives. Then he catches sight of Nie Huaisang, and his frontal cortex momentarily shuts off.

Nie Huaisang is wearing sunglasses and a wide-brimmed sunhat, with a vibrant yellow flower tucked into a green ribbon. They also have on a short-sleeve blouse with a high collar and pearl-like buttons, jean capris, and sandals with more flower-themed buckles. They look like a preppy socialite, but somehow they make it look good.

It’s eerie, how just one glance can make Jiang Cheng feel like he’s gone braindead. He shakes his head, forcing his mind to reboot. Then he strides over.

“Hey, Huaisang,” Jiang Cheng calls.

Nie Huaisang removes their sunglasses, and gives Jiang Cheng a smile that reaches all the way up to their eyes. “Cheng-xiong,” Nie Huaisang greets, “Hi! I hope you brought sunscreen.”

“Sunscreen?” Jiang Cheng repeats dumbly.

“Yes, sunscreen!” Nie Huaisang pulls forward a small bag they had on their back, and fishes out a tube of sunscreen. “We’re going to have clear skies all day. I brought some extra water, too, in case we get thirsty.”

Jiang Cheng marvels as Nie Huaisang cups his hand and squeezes some of the sunscreen into the palm. Their hands are so soft.

“You really thought of everything,” Jiang Cheng says. He can still feel the warmth of Nie Huaisang’s touch even after they pull away. The effect is only slightly lessened when he begins rubbing the cool sunscreen into his skin.

Nie Huaisang shrugs and looks away. “I like to be prepared.”

Jiang Cheng knows that Nie Huaisang can get a little dodgy about compliments. That’s only one of Huaisang’s many oddities and complexities. They can be so confident one minute, and so bashful the next. Even after being friends for years, Jiang Cheng is still figuring them out.

“Anyway,” Nie Huaisang swiftly shifts the subject, “Which path do you want to take first? I’ve never been here, so you can lead the way.”

“I’ve never been here before, either.”

Nie Huaisang blinks. “Really?” They ask, “How’d you know this place existed? I’ve never even heard of it!”

Jiang Cheng winces, but he stays honest. “I did an internet search.”

There’s a second of silence, and then Nie Huaisang bursts into a stream of delighted giggles. It’s the kind of full-body laugh that makes the skin around their eyes wrinkle.

Jiang Cheng flushes. “Hey—”

“That’s cute,” Nie Huaisang interrupts, before Jiang Cheng can get the wrong idea, “That’s so cute! Cheng-xiong, you’re too cute.”

Now Jiang Cheng flushes for a different reason. He glowers off into the distance, since he can’t muster the nerve to glare at Nie Huaisang directly. Jiang Cheng has never thought about himself as cute before. He wants to keep being cute, for Huaisang.

“Sorry, I’ll stop laughing.” Nie Huaisang reaches over to take Jiang Cheng’s wrist. Their thumb presses against his pulse. “Let’s head into the garden.”

—

The botanical garden is, Jiang Cheng learns, far more interesting than he had anticipated. He chose it only because he knows Nie Huaisang likes pretty scenery, and what could be prettier than a giant garden? But even Jiang Cheng finds himself mesmerized by the vast array of plants. He had no idea there were so many different kinds of trees.

It’s kind of like walking through an enchanted forest. The narrow pebble paths lead them in winding circles, over a babbling brook, through curtains of willow trees, and into a maze of flowers.

Nie Huaisang is insatiable. They keep stopping to take pictures with their small camera. They even take the time to read the carved stone plaques detailing each plant’s scientific name. Their eyes burn with a fire Jiang Cheng remembers from their first date, in the wolf enclosure. Jiang Cheng also learns that when Nie Huaisang is in laser focus mode, little can be done to win back their attention.

But there’s something about standing back and watching Nie Huaisang get all fired up over mundane things that makes Jiang Cheng supremely happy.

The flower maze is not only a feast for the eyes, but for the nose, as well. The fragrance in the open air is crisp and not overwhelming, like it might have been in an enclosed space. The flowers themselves almost look unreal. They are far more varied than Jiang Cheng thought possible. Many droop like bells, while others have intricate patterns on the petals.

Nie Huaisang all but swoons over them. They spend the most time by the orchids, admiring the unique shapes and textures of the petals.

Some of the orchids are so strange that they seem like they belong on a different planet. Jiang Cheng catches sight of one with feathered edges, like the wings of a bird. The scientific name reads: ‘Habenaria radiata’.

“Hey,” Jiang Cheng says, “Come check this one out.”

Nie Huaisang turns and loudly gasps. “A white egret orchid!” They coo, and squat down to get eye level with them.

“A white what?”

Nie Huaisang doesn’t dare tear their gaze away as they breathlessly explain, “A great white egret is a kind of bird. It’s also called a great white heron. They’re my favorite kind of shorebird. So elegant, just like these flowers.”

The flowers are indeed very pretty, but Jiang Cheng can’t help but stare at Nie Huaisang.

Their eyes are sparkling, their lips parted and soft, their faint smile hypnotizing... Jiang Cheng takes in all of these features, trying to imprint it in his memory. Nie Huaisang is so... cute. Not just on a surface level, but all the way down to their big, easily overexcited heart. How did it take Jiang Cheng this long to see it?

But that’s not quite right. Jiang Cheng has always seen how special Nie Huaisang is, it’s just he’s never allowed himself to focus on it before. If he did, he might have to investigate his attraction to them.

Such a thing would have been impossible, when Jiang Cheng was so insecure about his manhood. Now he’s free to admire Nie Huaisang’s beauty all he wants.

Nor is he limited to simply stand back and stare.

When Nie Huaisang straightens back up, Jiang Cheng tilts their head towards him with a finger.

Nie Huaisang’s breath catches, their lips still parted and soft.

Jiang Cheng leans forward, in a soundless request for permission. Huaisang meets him halfway, joining their mouths with a breathy sigh.

Conscious of their location, Jiang Cheng keeps their kiss short and sweet. Yet, when he pulls away, Nie Huaisang seems dazed, like they’re waking from a deep dream.

“What was that for?” They whisper.

But Jiang Cheng can’t give voice to his thoughts. He’s never been good at that, and besides, it would probably just come out wrong. So he kisses them again, on the lips, and then one peck for each cheek.

Nie Huaisang giggles under the barrage of affection. Their skin is warm with a blush that makes their face rosy pink.

“Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang murmurs, speaking softly into the space where they’re sharing the same air, “Thank you for taking me out. I’m... I’m so happy.”

Jiang Cheng cups Huaisang’s flushed face in his hands and gives them another kiss on the mouth. This one lingers, with Jiang Cheng savoring the sweet, vaguely minty taste of Huaisang’s breath.

They part again. Nie Huaisang giggles. “Jiang Cheng,” he pleads, “Say something.”

“I appreciate your passion for this stuff,” Jiang Cheng tries, “You just... appreciate things so damn much.” He hopes Nie Huaisang understands what he’s trying to say, because he’s sure he’s messing this up. “It’s... cute.”

“You’re cute,” Nie Huaisang retorts.

“Thanks,” he returns, awkwardly.

“Mm.” Nie Huaisang presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s nose.

And then they continue on down the path of flowers. Jiang Cheng holds Nie Huaisang’s hand in his, fingers interlocked. It’s incredibly romantic, and Jiang Cheng immediately feels good about the location he’s picked for their date.

He’s just going to have to keep getting creative for their subsequent dates...

#sangcheng #asks #drabbles #leigh’s writing #mo dao zu shi #mdzs modern au

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doginabirdcage · 5 years ago

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Rapture

Welcome to another installment to my mythos series. This is a prequel to Pluto and Proserpina. Enjoy!

It isn’t often that he will leave the depths of the underworld to walk on human soil. He’s found himself in a congested forest, trees tall and plenty. From his home he could hear the old wives’ tales about how dangerous it is, how people who go in there never come out. But he is a god, and he didn’t believe in old wives’ tales. Humans knew who they should fear more: him, the inevitable time where he gets to cart them off to their personal oblivion.

Grass dies under his feet as he walks through the enchanting forest. The further he walks in, the more tree trunks seem to curl in on themselves, forming an arching path. Light is beaming through the informal structure and his eyes sting for a moment. Tightly, he closes them to soothe the ache, and once his eyes open again he has a laser-like focus.

Flowers begin to pepper the area as he’s approaching; he can see that he is heading somewhere different. The grass is slowly overtaken by a sea of colorful flowers, and he stands in the beauty, with his black clothes and white hair; a scarecrow in a field. Wilted petals surround his toes, he sees a flower half-crushed beneath the sole of his boot.

A faint hum reaches his pointed ears and he is alarmed. The sound is soft and whimsical and he is surprised he feels drawn to it. He can barely hear the noise but it causes a vibrating warmth in his chest that causes him to blindly follow the melody. It grows louder and louder, he is inordinately pleased to get closer to that hypnotic melody. He gets close enough to finally decipher that it is a lone woman, not a band or instrument, just her own vocal chords creating a bell-like harmony that is ensnaring him so.

A woman.

He’s brushed off many courtesans, outright refused proposals, and given harsh glares to nymphs who attempt to seduce him. But this woman’s voice has managed to pull him towards her, and she is completely unaware.

He should stay away from her.

Burning curiosity gets the better of him. He has lacked the euphoria of childlike wonder for so long that he is swept away by it all, and he is walking at a faster pace. A figure finally appears in front of him, and it’s just her back: long hair like his, but pure black. She wears a peasant’s attire and sits dead center of the meadow.

She’s looking up at the sky and singing.

He takes another step and she turns to look at her intruder.

“Oh, hello!”

Anchored in place and mesmerized by her face, he merely stared. The gauzy fabric she wears is bunched along her bare shoulders, and he finds himself licking his lips.

“Do you want to sit down with me?”

“Mm.”

And he does. His clawed fingers lace through the flowers as he sets his palm down on the ground. They dry out instantly, turning a muddy brown and crunch.

“I see,” she whispers and looks up at him. Their faces are much closer now, and he can smell just her, not the musk of a million flowers under his nose. Her eyes are sharp and playful looking, tilting upward, her mouth puckers on its own and her nose slopes into a charming upturn, much like the rest of her features. She covers her hand with his.

“Me too.”

Looking down at their hands, he watches the remains of nature regain its color. The flowers he withered with his morbid touch are alive and fragrant again, petals splayed out on his fingers.

He can hardly speak now, utterly beguiled by her aura and wishing to be closer. He remembers berating his obsessed siblings, those who tattoo love on their very soul all for the sake of another person who can disappoint them. He thought he didn’t have that soul, he assumed he was immune, meant to be a subject of ire and grief and that alone. But here this woman is.

His head dips down towards her, she is petite and he can tower beside her. Her breath flutters on his lips and her face comes a centimeter closer.

He just met this woman. He should handle this meeting with care.

He doesn’t really know what he’s doing.

She invades the space on her own, touching his lips with hers without warning. He’s the one who jumps, looking at her with a startled expression. He suppresses how unbecoming it is for the lord of the underworld to be so squeamish.

Something inside him cracks, like fine porcelain.

“I’m sorry, I...” she stutters and curls her body away from him to look at the flowers to the right of her. His gaze follows, and he sees that she’s been collecting them into a bouquet.

“I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to. I don’t even know you yet and I’m over here kissing you!” She hasn’t turned back to him and he is becoming restless without looking at her. All he sees is her hair folded behind her ear, the expanse of her neck, an inviting earlobe...

He leans down and kisses her bare shoulder. “It’s okay.”

She shoots around and his face is suddenly met with her collarbone, which he kisses as well. She tastes heavenly, though he knows heaven doesn’t exist, but if it did... it would be her. She seems to put blood in his veins, gives him a heart to pump quickly at each one of her hesitant ministrations, the tickle of the tips of her fingers making him dizzy.

“Oh...” She moans, putting her small hands on the crown of his head. “I guess you feel this way too.”

His tongue comes out to lick the dip where her neck is and she pulls him closer.

“I’ve never done this before,” she says quickly.

His head comes up to meet her gaze. He soaks in her entire visage, from her delicate hairline to her toes curled in the grass.

“Neither have I.”

She smiles so brightly he almost feels the same sting the sun gave him earlier, but this time the beam is penetrating him deeper. He leans forward to claim her lips again and she obliges with newfound energy, the shame of inexperience leaving her as both of them lay themselves bare for one another.

As her tongue opens up his mouth, he feels light bloom within him like it never has before. Sunlight has found its way inside of him, the crack she created in him moments before becoming a fissure, then a void, one that fit her perfectly. In desperation he lifts her into his lap and she giggles melodiously. He can feel their mere energies fighting one another, his inclination to destroy being overgrown by her immense power of life. Her laugh elicits one of his own, a deep and bellowy chuckle he’s never heard before.

Their energies are cycling together in such a pleasant thrum that they effortlessly find themselves face to face, him watching her from above. She’s framed by all of the flowers peeking around her thick hair, flowers she brought to life. Pollen and perfume floats to his nostrils and he is overcome with hunger, with an insatiable love that couldn’t be contained in just one roll in nature’s garden.

Her garden.

Down he goes, enveloping her mouth in a searing kiss that smears her joyful cry between them. She’s clutching his garments, pulling apart the cloak that hides him from her. It snaps open with a satisfying pop, flung over and out of sight. His clothes were as loose as hers, they could get as close as they wanted, their garments feeling like mere blankets between their bodies.

She’s hiking her legs up over his hips and grinds over his erection. Between her thighs is a warm oasis he desperately wants to explore, though he doesn’t know how he will first. She’s started to shiver against him slightly, hips bucking tentatively against his hardness, which he begins to reciprocate with fervor. Mewling, she begins to kick up her gown, rucking the fabric into an accordion bunch around the top of her hips.

Looking down at her pussy is a divine gift, and maybe there’s a heaven, maybe they’ve been keeping it from him all this time. He may not be allowed to know. But it’s here in front of him, as it should be, in the most beautiful presentations he could have conjured in his own mind. The thatch of hair between her thighs frames her pink slit perfectly. His clawed hand moves over to stroke the seam, a sticky string of wetness clinging to his finger once he pulls away.

“B-by myself, I have...but—“

“Me too.” Their combined naivety strokes the flame that’s started to roar inside of him. It wasn’t the cold blue flames of the hellscape he inhabits, but a warm, fiery red, a vignette of the warm heat of her mouth on his.

“Have I been waiting for you?” She gasps out.

He leans down and strokes two steady fingers down the crux of her thighs and she trills in reply. Capturing her lips in a kiss, he tells her the truth, or at least, what is true to him.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

They are lost in each other’s eyes for a moment, the pregnant silence feeling like seconds.

“Come here, then.” She smiles softly and wraps around him. Their next moves happen seamlessly, his throbbing dick slicking against her wetness. He didn’t think it would feel so overwhelming, so inviting. He rubbed himself against her, the head nudging her clitoris and taking a few shuddered breaths out of her.

“Mmm...I didn’t know this could be so good.” Her legs bow open further, hips canting downwards and brushing him closer to her entrance. “Ah!”

He can’t take it anymore, he wishes to give her what she’s given him, a gaping hole that only he’ll be able to fill. He wishes to put a knot in the string that seems to have them tied together, as many as he can, just to forge the bond tighter so that it may never break. Brushing his member up and down her wetness, he strokes her juices along his length and bites the edge of his lip in anticipation.

Then he’s pushing in, the walls of her pussy sucking him inward while she squeaks at the intrusion. He knows he should go slow, as he isn’t a complete horny idiot like his other siblings, but suddenly he’s empathizing with their recklessness. A pliant, gorgeous woman is panting beneath him, lips glossy and swollen from their shared indecency. There’s a tight pussy hugging him and removing nearly every last rational thought he could have.

All there is the irrational need to possess her completely. He leans over and pushes in with small thrusts, inch by inch. She’s whining then, gasping for air and pushing her hips upward to ease his cock in deeper.

“You need more?”

“I need it all,” she gasps, “Can’t you see?”

He thrusts in all at once and she shrieks with a mix of painful delight, tears streaking down her cheeks and creating more blooms beneath her once they touch the soil.

“You’re beautiful,” he says reverently, quietly. She repeats it after he says it, hand coming up to trail down his neck and pull on the loose fabric of his clothes to reveal a sculpted chest.

“Oh gods,” she wails, “Yes, please—“

The slow canting of his hips becomes swift and punishing, their bodies slapping together with a blunt thud. He’s fully seated inside her, a tremendous feat for such a small girl, but her glittering eyes and the sluicing of their combined fluids tells him not to worry. Her hips twirl slightly under him, and he’s almost blinded by it, in love with the way her pussy grips his cock and how she doesn’t stop talking, even if he doesn’t say anything in return.

She says the filthiest things with such captivating flowers circling her head. He realizes they really are knotting together just like he hoped, the time they’ve spent with each other becoming a permanent imprint on his psyche. He needed her with him, he needed the gifts she has, her zest for life, her gorgeous pussy.

“Come with me, girl,” he groans with his face in her throat and she hums. Their sweat mingles together on his forehead, causing him to slip down her nape slightly and smell the wildflowers underneath her hair. “Come live with me.”

“Anything you want,” she groans, her thighs locking around his hips and pushing him in all the way. “I don’t think I can go on without you anymore.”

He rears upward and looks her in the eye from above, brutal and fast thrusts making all of her assets jiggle and jump while she moans, the meadow’s landscape rustling under the force of their carnal desires. It was music in his ears, a perfectly conducted harmony created by her cries and the steady rhythm of their coupling.

He's more lightheaded as the time goes on, feeling his spirit nearly exit his body when he finishes inside of her, which her pussy milks hungrily; hers to claim. She jerks in his embrace, holding tightly to his shoulders while she rides off her own precipice.

Somewhere around this world, it is aptly called a little death.

"Mmf." He struggles out a forceful exhale through his nostrils. He's never spent, never tired, never satisfied. But she's found a way to pull him all the way down to earth with a trail of lacy florets that led straight to her. Everything in him has been absorbed by her in that instant, a permanent link forming between them.

"You're beautiful," she repeats softly, hand coming to rest between their bodies, over where they've joined. "This is beautiful."

He knows he will never let her go now, even if she attempts to leave. Based on her hazy expression and her half-closed eyelids, he'd safely assume she's not planning to depart yet. Her body spasms around him, a pleasant vibration to feel while his spent cock soaks inside of her.

"I've never felt so alive," she says wondrously. "I think we've opened up a can of worms here."

"Pandora's box," he hedges.

"Or that," she giggles in return.

The two of them finally choose to untangle after spending an indiscernible amount of time basking in their afterglow. She marvels at the depths of the underworld with piqued curiosity instead of unbridled fear. Beneath her feet, grass manages to grow under every one of her steps.

He's warm, for once.

#inuyasha fanfiction #mythos series #lemon #Sesshomaru and Rin #can i call this post a celebration of SUPERPORN SUNDAY #ok im leaving back into my hole #one last thing: losing your virginity is not this painless to anyone who is sneakily reading this when they're not supposed to...I SEE YOU

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hocenimlatine · 5 years ago

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Love Has Many Spots

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! He’s a Valentine special from my series PASSENGERS on Ao3.

Summary: It's been five years since Hux has taken public transportation.“I remember all the times the two of you would take the bus on weekends for little trips and Harry and I would occasionally bump in. Is it strange now?” She asked, catching him off guard. His brows furrowed, how was it not already strange to be talking about his dead ex-fiance. Bumping into people was one of the reasons he hated public transportation.

Armitage Hux x Black Reader

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All you asked was, “Do you have any plans for Valentine’s day?” And Hux paled at the question. Of course, he wanted to do something for her that day he was just undecided.

“I-I...well...I mean,” He floundered around spewing out random words.

“It’s just a question Armitage, no need to have an aneurysm.” Y/N took a bite of her mashed potatoes. “Zara’s having a party and I wanted to know if you’d come with me.”

He visibly relaxed, taking a breath before thinking over his plans before replying. “It’s a Friday night, I’m available. Is it some kind of love-themed party?” He chuckled, the only one amused at his little joke.

“No, black and leopard; it’s her birthday.” You replied.

“Oh what a nice birthday, double the love.” He smiled at her before continuing to eat.

“No, it’s actually the fifteenth, we just have a habit of celebrating into our birthday.”

He froze, eyes looking up at you.

How could you so calmly bring your birthday up?

“Darling, why didn’t you tell me your birthday was in two weeks?” Hux sighed, very disappointed that he never asked about it.

“Because it’s not, mine is in March.” She shrugged. “I just never told you because I’m pretty sure both of us are trying to avoid the age talk.”

And she was right, Hux had been avoiding that big time. They knew there was a difference of age, it was just how much. Clearing his throat, he slicked back his polished hair before asking the inevitable.

“So, how old will you be in March?” He watched as she indifferently said: “The same age as Zara.”

Of course, she would want to be playful now.

Her eyes glanced up to see his furrowed brows before truthfully answering.

“I’ll be twenty-four on March 17th.” Twenty-four, you were going to be twenty-four in March, which means you are only twenty-three.

“Okay,” His voice rose an octave because the difference might be a little larger than he thought.

Y/N stopped eating and waited for him to present his age. Instead, he pulled out his phone and pulled up the calculator.

“Do you really not know your age?” She laughed.

“When you get my age, you tend to try and forget.” He said before putting his phone away and he just stared at her.

“So…”

“I’ll be thirty-four in May.” He said almost in a whisper. You leaned closer for him to say it a little louder. Clearing his throat he repeated himself. You sat back and thought over his words.

“So ten years?” She said and he nodded. She hummed and he took a deep breath as they sat in awkward silence.

“Is there...a problem?” He asked, praying that you wouldn’t bolt out of here.

“Armitage I do like you, I really do, it’s just I never, I mean I knew you were older than me, just not ten years.” You said honestly. Well, you didn’t run so that was good.

“Would you like to not continue?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, no, no, it’s not that. It’s just thinking about it sounds weird but I like you, Armitage.” Your hands flew to his. He was so relieved to hear this, caressing her hand he said

“Ok, but just let me know if it ever gets too much, I care about you and I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable.” And with that, you nodded.

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Hux eyes were glued to the screen of his computer as he read the latest report. His laser-sharp focus was only jolted by the placement of mail on his desk. He mumbled thanks to Veronica as he continued to read. Reaching for his pen, he knocked over the pile of mail and instantly groaned when he had to pick it up. Bending down, he noticed a pink envelope against the manila and white ones. With furrowed brows, he picked it up noticing it had no sender address. He looked to the door and back to the card.

How was it able to get past the mailroom?

Still, he opened with a frown only for him to relax at the sight of a valentines day card. It read: ‘I had no idea what to get you for Valentine’s Day’, covered in glitter and hearts, he opened it up to hear a deafening smooch sound that had him as pink as the envelope. ‘So how ‘bout a kiss!’ was printed inside the card right above your neat signature. Hux shut the card and slid down a little in his seat trying to hide his blush to no one in particular. If a silly little card had him acting like this, imagine what a real kiss would do.

Later that day, after you had trudged home from afterschool you were welcomed to a busy house of Zara and a few friends getting ready for tonight. Your foot wasn’t even in the door before the girls came squealing at you. Y/N was so tired and wanted to take a nap before going out, but the bus took longer than expected and there was no way the girls would let her sleep. No one even said hi as they all were pulling her to the kitchen.

“What are you guys doing to me?” She braced herself. “Please let me at least take off my coat before you make me a drink.”

But surprisingly, you weren’t met with a row of shots, you were met with a large bouquet of flowers and a card. On the counter stood a glass vase with a bright array of flowers; orange calendulas, red chrysanthemums, white daffodils, snowdrops, and yellow primroses created a beautiful base for a single red rose that bloomed from the top.

“We’ve been waiting for you to get here so you can read us the card.” One of the girls said. You gave her a look; she didn’t need to know what was in the card, but you were thankful they didn’t open it.

“Honestly, he’s really putting effort, you deserve it,” Zara said. Opening up the envelope, you read the small little card and the girls watched as a smile began to appear on your face. This caused them to bounce off their feet asking you to read it. You gave in handing the card to Zara as you held the gift and smiled.

“My Darling Sweetheart, I hope these flowers show how much you’ve brightened up my life since the day I’ve met you. Each flower represents the months I have been so lucky to share with you; to joy, passion, new beginnings, hope, but above all, love.”

Zara read and the girls yelled. Y/N hugged them tightly as she ascended up the stairs to put them right near her bed.

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Hux had to work late and would be meeting you there, which strangely had you nervous. Scrunching your toes to bring warmth, you nervously rocked back and forth as you waited for him.

“Oh my gosh, stop being so nervous you look hot.” Zara scolded you.

Y/N took a deep breath before taking her advice; there was no reason to be nervous. After all, he already had met Ally and Zara, there were only a few people here that were invited that she actually considered friends so he wouldn’t be judged too much. The door opened behind them, revealing Hux wearing a black suit and a white dress shirt. Both girls turned to look at him, Y/N with heart eyes and Zara with daggers.

“The theme is leopard.” Zara spat. Hux felt as if he was caught as his eyes widened. Unbuttoning his jacket he revealed the leopard lining. This, as well as a seal enveloped for her, had Zara very pleased.

“Subtle, quite nice.” Zara nodded.

Once their interaction was over, he turned to you who stared at him as if he was something out of a magazine.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him.

(Y/h/c) hair was slicked back into a sleek ponytail that moved along with you revealing your mesmerizing face; the makeup you wore was just enough to accentuate your natural beauty, “Hi, Hap-” Before he could finish his sentence they group was being led to their room. Y/N grabbed his hand and he followed with a blush settling in his cheeks. The room was large with a 70” television and their own personal bartender.

“I was afraid she was going to skin me alive.” Hux followed closely behind, taking a seat next to you. Like the gentleman he was, Hux began to help you out of your faux leopard coat only to falter. His jaw slightly dropped at your outfit. He’d never seen you in something so...revealing. Placing your jacket down, you fixed the straps of your black bustier lace jumpsuit that hugged every inch of your body, every.

“You alright?” She asked at the blinking Hux. Clearing his throat he nodded which made her smile. “Good,” Y/N said, placing her hand on top of his.

Zara began talking, thanking everyone for celebrating her birthday with her, especially since it was Valentine’s day. At this, you squeezed his hand. Hux looked at you, who was still focused on Zara, but a small smile appeared on your face and then to his as well.

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.” Zara turned her back to the crowd and shimmied out of the full length black faux fur before revealing the vintage Versace leopard baroque silk dress. Everyone clapped, snapped, and whistled at the fashionista’s outfit of choice.

Hux couldn’t deny he felt slightly out of place. Everyone was young and very much into their “brand” as they all had their phones out all focused on Zara. But he took this time to look at all the couples, they were all different. Of course, he knew love came in different shapes and sizes, but after finally telling each other their ages he couldn’t help but be observant. Like right now, the couple across from them had to at least have a 15-year difference, because she definitely looked closer to Hux’s age than her boyfriends.

At least he wasn’t the oldest one. And at least he was with you.

“She looks so good right?” Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. Hux just smiled and nodded, because he would need much more than a vintage Versace dress to take his eyes off of you.

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The drinks were pouring and the karaoke was flowing as everyone slurred the words to their favorite song. Hux sometimes participated, but it was so hard when he didn’t know the words and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He even hated it when he had to take a phone call and had to leave you. When he came back, he stood at the bar observing you and Zara sing together. It was a slow song, but the cousins had so much fun singing it. A lopsided grin appeared on his face before he took a sip of his drink. His eyes fell over the slope of your shoulders, the curve of your back, sway of your hips, but most importantly your lips. Enrapt in thought, he had missed Zara pointing him out to Y/N, who then made her way to him.

“What are you doing over here?” You pouted.

“I just want to sit and look at you, you’re mesmerizing, is that alright?” He sent a small smile to the girl who peered up through coated lashes. In her drunken state, she rolled her head along with her eyes. He couldn't help but laugh.

“By the way, Happy Valentine’s Day Armitage.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.” He smiled.

“Did you like my gift? I know it wasn’t much.” Y/N said. A blush immediately appeared on his cheeks at the thought of the card. She couldn’t help but laugh: “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes, did you like mine?” He asked wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I loved it, Armitage, it was beautiful.” You told him honestly right before a mighty yawn. His brows furrowed, this wasn’t the first time tonight that he had caught you yawning. It was just little ones here and there, but this one was the exhausting type.

“Are you alright? Have you not been getting enough sleep?” His worried voice caused you to smile. He was so cute when he was worried about you.

“I’m just tired that’s all. I had a long day.” She scratched her head. “As soon as I got home I had to get ready and then I had to make sure everyone who pre-gamed got here safe.” He pulled you closer before softly smoothing down the hairs that were affected by her actions.

“Well, if you want to go I’d be happy to take you back.” He said, but you shook your head.

“Stupid Zara lost her key, we have to go back together.” She sighed.

“Well whenever you both are ready to go let me know. I’ll be back, I have to use the bathroom.” Y/N released him from her hold and went to search for Zara. Hux’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked in his arms and how he so badly wanted to kiss you. Absentmindedly, he opened the door to the bathroom only to see a sight that he shouldn’t have and quite frankly didn’t want to. “Oh, I-I, I’m sorry,” He immediately closed the door.

“I told you to lock the door!” He heard Zara shout-whisper before she was popping her head popped out. “Ginger Styles,” She called out and he guessed that was him. He turned to see her give him a serious look. “Take Y/N home,” Zara said.

“I-I offered to take you guys hom-”

“No, take her to your home. Tell her to put the keys in my bag and that I’ll be recovering.” She cut him off and he nodded.

Walking back to the party room, Y/N noticed how flustered he looked. “Are you okay?” She asked. He sat down and took a deep breath. “Yes, if you’re ready to go now, just let me know, I’ve been advised to take you to my place.”

Her brows furrowed at his sentence. “Who said that?”

“Zara did.” He replied. You began to get up and look for her but Hux grabbed your hand. “You do not want to look for her, trust me. She said to leave the keys in her purse and she’ll be recovering.”

You might’ve been drunk, but you knew what that meant.

“Oh...Oh my go-” Y/N’s face scrunched up in disgust. “I mean I’ve heard them have sex and I’ve been traumatized ever since, but you saw them?” She whispered and he nodded. “Poor baby!” Throwing your arms around his neck you held him tight. His fingers grazed against your back before landing on your sides and gently squeezing you tight.

“Are you ready to go?” He mumbled to the side of your face and she nodded.

After saying your goodbyes, Hux was helping you into the back of a cab, the two began their long journey to Manhattan. Surprisingly, they weren’t nervous. Maybe it was the mixture of alcohol coursing through their blood or maybe they were just so comfortable with each other, it didn’t matter that he was taking you to his home.

But, in your case, you were so tired you had fallen asleep on his shoulder within minutes of driving. He held you close as streetlights cast over your beautiful face. His thumb would gently rub circles on the back of your hand as he watched you sleep. An angel was what you were, as his eyes would always fall to your lips that were puckered and agape. You were exhausted but you were exquisite in his eyes.

A few blocks away from his building he woke you up. Exiting first, Hux walked around the back of the cab to open your door to help you out. With his arm around you and your head on his arm, he led them to the elevator to his apartment. You, in your tired state, didn’t fully take in the full opulence of the lobby, the elevator, or the hallways to his apartment. But entering, you couldn’t help but gasp as you were met with a large view of the Lincoln Square area. Hux let you take the lead, turning on the light to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. Your eyes fluttered around watching New York City move beneath you. Of course, he would live somewhere with a view like this. He made his way beside you studying your face.

“Armie...this is beautiful.” She said breathlessly.

“It doesn’t even come to a close second.” He replied; you turned to find his eyes already on you. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Hux said, before pressing a kiss to your lips.

#Armitage Hux #armitage hux x reader #hux x reader #hux x you #black reader #hux x black reader #armitage hux x black reader #POC #star wars poc

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issabangtanfic · 5 years ago

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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 1)

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Synopsis: When for once rich doesn’t rhyme with Christian Grey.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

A/N: Feel free to submit a cover! Tell me what you think in my inbox! Enjoy!

“Hello, hello, hello, hello!” I sing, trotting inside the office, waving at whoever wants to see it, too much in a rush to actually stop and greet everybody.

“Someone’s late for a meeting.” Ava, our receptionist and secretary throws at me from behind her desk , making fun of me, as always. I mean, I’m quite good at making a show out of myself, I can’t blame her.

“I forgot my bloody portfolio!” I shout in explanation, running the best I can in those heels.

“Morning Jade.. Elijah..Sam..Anthony.” I say, passing their working stations. I reach my office and circle my desk, trying to find my portfolio amongst the pile of rubbish on my desk.

For someone who makes a living out of organising spaces, I sure know how to orginize my stuff. But I’m working on It. Or at least, I plan on doing that. I find my portfolio under a pile of calendars I didn’t know I had.

When I look up and prepare to leave, Ava is standing in my doorway with her usual plate of warm pancakes that she brings every morning.

“Hi. Oh, sorry I don’t have time.” I tell her, exiting my office. She gives me a knowing smile and just stands there, knowing I’ll end up taking one.

I take a few steps back.

“Just one.” I mumble, rolling up a pancake. “Bye!”

“Maya, honey.” I hear my boss and idol, Frédérique Meunier- Fred, call me. I stop dead in my tracks with the pancake in my mouth, knowing he’s about to scold me for being late. And today is not a good day to be late. I’m late precisely for the meeting I can’t be late for.

“Yes?” I say, slowly turning around to face him. He’s narrowing one eye at me. I know I have to come back from this meeting with a contract. The client’s rich, the project’s big, and he requested me specifically.

“Are you late for the Violet Mansion meeting?” He asks, but I’m pretty sure he knows the answer to his question. Or does he? I narrow my eyes back at hm, gauging.

“Define “late”.” I try. He sighs deeply.

“You’re lucky you’re talented. Go.” He mutters, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. Fred always tells me I make him age quicker than he’s supposed to. Today I see that. I take my cue and turn around, trotting out of the office just like I came in.

“She’s something.” I hear Fred mumble to himself, and I’m pretty sure it’s a compliment.

The mansion is located outside London. It’s a 30 minute drive from the city center, where our office is. I usually work in the city, being specialized in modern luxury. This is a first for me, and I’m excited. I hope me being 45 minutes late isn’t going to be a big deal.

There is a long driveway that leads to the house, with old but huge metal gates before it. Through the bars, I can see the Violet Mansion, which is not violet at all. The building is named like that because the original owners were lavender dealers and their backyard was famous for its lavish parties in a purple see of flowers. It’s been centuries, but the name sticks.

I don’t know who the current owner is though. I just have his name. Jeon Jungkook.

I ring the intercom.

“Name, please.” A male voice slurs from the other side of the line. How about Hello? Rude.

“Maya Fair. I’m the interior designer.” I reply. I wait for an answer, but there’s just a loud buzz, and the gates open slowly. I squeeze through when there is enough space for my mini and park my car in the driveway, at the bottom of the steps that lead to the porch.

I take a moment to appreciate the monster. This mansion is old and Italian, almost immaculate with fair stones. No one would believe this jewel sits right outside London. What I love about the exterior are the two stairways that lead to the porch.

I walk up the stairs and prepare to knock on the door, when it opens on its own. I meet a tall- taller than me - asian man. He’s wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, the top buttons of it undone and letting appear a path of pearly white skin. His face is… a version of perfect. His sturdy brown eyes are pinned on me, his eyebrows furrowed and his whole being radiating with charisma.

The sight of him knocks the air out of my lungs. He is beautiful, in a dirty and disturbing way. He stares at me, clearly having no plans on greeting me first. I need to speak.

“Mr Jeon.” I try, though I could be wrong. He could be an employee, but my gut tells me he owns this place. He radiates with power. But it’s his eyes I’m mesmerized by.

“Hello, I’m Miss Fair. I’m terribly sorry for being late.” I manage to speak without my voice breaking, but I’m sure I’m betraying my mental state. I stretch my hand out, and I almost squeal when he takes it in his. He shakes my hand with his firm yet a bit clammy hand. They are warm. My heart starts to pound in my ears.

“I’m even sorrier Mrs Fair. I thought my PA had called you to tell you you didn’t need to come anymore.” He says, letting my hand go. He has an American accent.

“Oh. Are we postponing?”

“No, I gave the protect to someone else.” He counters, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trousers. That’s when I notice how well they fit him, and how they hang perfectly on his hips.

Wait what? My face falls, realisation sinking into my brain.

“Someone who was on time.” He adds when he sees my face. What?! He gave it to someone else just because I was late? He doesn’t even know what i could do with it! And he asked for me specifically. I have no way how he knows about me by the way.

For a second, I manage to forget his hypnotising looks and focus on my work and the situation at hand.

“But is he or she better than me?” I challenge, crossing my arms over my chest. “Maybe you should find out before appointing anybody for such an ambitious-”

“Punctuality,” He cuts me off, taking a step closer to me and stepping out onto the porch. My heart jumps in my throat as he gets closer. His aura engulfing me. “Mrs Fair, is something I demand from all my business partners. He lectures. I swallow, his words missing my brain. I can’t seem to look away from his face, and I start blushing when my eyes land on his mouth.

If I don’t stop right now, he’ll notice. I start remembering everything that happened this morning. I really thought this would be just like any other day, and here I am, shaking like a leaf in front of the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, who also happens to be an asshole and is about to get me fired.

“It’s professionalism, etiquette, politeness. I don’t work with people who waste my time.” He says, his tone icy. He speaks slowly but each of his words feel like a violent slap across the face.

“Even if they could do greater things than others?” I retort, because as hot as he is, I think it’s a stupid way of thinking. He narrows an eye at me, frowning. “Suddenly I’m quite curious as to how your business is doing, considering you like closing doors for petty reasons.”

“Petty.” He scoffs.

“Let me see this mansion and I’ll expose my ideas.” I propose. I’m in survival mode. His looks and the manliness he radiates with have made my head spin, but now I’m back in the game.

“With that attitude?” He scoffs at me again.

“It’s my ideas that I sell, not my attitude.” I retort. His head tips to the side and he takes a moment to study me, eyes searching on my face like lasers. They crack open my business armor, and as I try to hold his gaze, I suddenly see a point of something dangerous in his eyes. I’m the first one to look away.

“After you, miss Fair.” Mr Jeon grants me after what feels like an eternity, stepping aside to let me in the mansion. I take a few step in and wait for him to close the door, taking in the sight of this building.

If the exterior speaks in Italian, the interior screams…help. The interior is a mix of Rococo and Mediteranean designs, which looks… shocking.

The structure of the house is Italian, with white stones on the walls, wide arcs as openings, no doors, dark beige tiles on the floor, but the furniture is out of time. Everything is beautiful and pristine, bu it’s red, baroque and rococo. English rococo. English and Italy don’t go together very well. I’m hoping Mr Jeon is going to ask me to bring him to Italy with this one.

“My PA is giving a tour to the other designer.” I hear his loud voice way too close to me, enough to make me jump and snap me out of my reverie. I turn to look at him. “So you’re stuck with me for that part.”

“You called two designers for the same job?” I ask, quite shocked.

“I’ll compare your ideas, see which one I like the most.” He replies simply.

“You sure show little faith in me for someone who requested me by name.” I throw, hoping to get an explanation about that.

“My brother recommended you to me.” He declares, staring at me, then his eyes dip to my lips, and my chest, I think. “I see why, now.” He adds more quietly, before turning on his heels. My jaw drop as I stare at the back of his head. What a fucking boor!

“Excuse me?” I utter, prompting him to turn back around.

“I most certainly didn’t sleep with your brother, whoever that is.” I say categorically, glaring at him. He laughs at me, boyish and loud. His eyes get smaller and small wrinkles appear next to them, and he beams, his face radiating with light.

Now I know what a true beautiful smile is.

“Miss Fair will you please unravel your knickers,” He says to me “I was only talking about your attitude.” He explains. Oh.

“Since my brother loves to piss me off, I guess he recommended me someone just as infuriating as him.” He throws at me, and as negative as his words are, his tone, and the way his eyes twinkle, tell me it’s more of a compliment than an insult.

I dont’t dwell on it though, because I can’t think straight when he’s looking at me. I purse my lips.

“Great. Can we start discussing the project?” I prompt. His smile fades away.

“Would you like a drink?” He proposes. Actually, my mouth feels dry, because I have been internally dry-heaving ever since I laid my eyes on him.

“No, thank you.” I lie, just wanting to get on with the tour. Nodding quietly, Mr Jeon shows me upstairs and across the mansion.

“This, is where I might need you.” He says as we enter a totally different section of the building. As if another part had been attached to it like a piece of lego, the interior morphs from a patchwork of ancient style manor to a jewel of modern luxury and minimalism.

We step onto a mezzanine that gives onto a lounge area. I’m tempted to scream down the room, certain it’ll echo.

“I just bought this mansion, and it has this extension.” He explains. This place is immaculate.

Needing to keep a trace of that, I pull out my small camera from my bag and snap a quick picture. I lift my head to immortalize the diamond chandelier

“I want this,” I hear Mr Jeon say, and he puts his hand over my camera, lowering it. I look back at him, and he’s throwing daggers at me with his eyes.

”to become the whole mansion.” He finishes. I clear my throat.

“This?” I point towards the lounge area. He can’t be serious.

“Yes. I want more luminous rooms and pale colors. All that red really gets on my nerves.” He mutters, leaning against the guardrail of the mezzanine.

Why would he do that? White walls, really? Beige floor tiles? One leather sofa here and there? It looks beautiful, sure, but in its own genre. That’s not the spirit of the mansion. I thought he was going to ask me to bring back the mozzarella of this place, not turn it into a Dubai hotel.

“Why not just build another mansion?” I propose.

“Pardon?”

“You want to rob this building from its character, and that’s a shame.” I explain, and I’m too worried about that mozzarella spirit that I don’t realise I’m stepping a line.

“Why not build your own building and give it its own identity?” I propose. “And it’s not like the rest is ugly.”

“The colors and the furniture are-“

“I’m not talking about the paint, but the shape, the structure, the skeleton of this mansion.” I cut him off, needing him to understand. I love my job, but I hate that the clients have no vison, that they don’t feel what energy buildings and houses give off. This is going to be a murder.

“If that’s what you have planned for this project, I don’t want in on this.” I tell him, looking straight into his sturdy brown eyes. He frowns down at me.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I murmur. He lags for a second, is mouth hanging slightly open, his lips parted in a way that lets me see a bit of his tongue, and that’s enough to distract me again.

“You make all this fuss for me to let you in and you give up because you like the mouldings?” He says, threat in his voice.

“Yes.” I reply sternly.

“This,” I wave towards the extension. “Is absolutely beautiful. It’s divine.” I tell him. Turning on my heels, I walk back to the place where the old building is.

“But this is the mansion we’re in.” I place my hand on the rock arc that serves as a doorway. I look back at him, hoping he’s getting what I’m saying. His face is a knot of confusion, and he looks displeased. This is pointless.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time, but I can’t murder this old guy.” I shrug, giving the arc an affectionate tap. I can’t believe I’m refusing such a project, but my heart won’t handle it. Shit, Fred won’t handle it if I come back empty-handed.

“But I can pass it to a colleague of mine. She’s phenomenal when it comes to minimalism, and Italian furniture. She’ll do fantastic.” I add quickly, almost stumbling over my words. Mr Jeon opens his mouth to talk but he’s cut off by sounds of heels treading the floor. My eyes follow the sound and I see a man and woman walking up the mezzanine in our direction.

“No need.” Mr Jeon says to me. “Miss Bingfield here is only too willing to be part of this.” He says, waving towards the middle-aged woman accompanied by another asian man. I freeze, feeling defeated.

“And she was on time.” He adds. Ouch. The woman flushes, clinging to her portfolio and battling her eyelashes at him. I look away, feeling nauseous.

“There are a few things we need to discuss, Mr Jeon.” She murmurs to him.

“Jimin, please show miss Bingfield back in my office.” Mr Jeon orders, and the guy- Jimin, as I know him now, strides past me, greeting me with a nod, followed by the other designer.

Mr Jeon strides over to me.

“I’ll walk you back to the door.” He says, his words feeling like stabs in my stomach. This is disastrous. I barged my way into this mansion by acting cocky and confidant, and know my confidence has been shattered to pieces, and I feel humiliated.

“I’ll show myself out, thank you.” I mutter, turning on my heels. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle any more time in his company.

“I insist.” I hear him say as he walks next to me. I shut him out, looking down at the floor as we walk back to the entrance of the mansion, but my head shoots up when I feel him casually put his hand on to small of my back.

A current of electricity travels through me, and I almost forget how to walk. Now It’s all I feel, the heat of his hand, through the material of my dress and through my skin, through my flesh and inside my core. I take quicker steps, my breath caught up in my throat.

What is this? Why am I like this? I completely lost my composure the second I laid my eyes on him and I fucked things up. Not only did I miss a contract, a beautiful Italian architect work is going to be destroyed and I humiliated myself in front of a man who knew I’d do just that.

I’m such a failure. Tears of frustration rise up to my eyes, making them sting. And my throat tightens and my nose starts to feel heavy with snot.

“Could I yse the bathroom quickly?” I blurt out, feeling like I’m about to lose it. Jeon stops abruptly in his steps.

“There’s one right there.” He point at a door behind me. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.“

Avoiding his gaze, I dive into the bathroom and look the door just in time, bursting into tears right after. I slap my portfolio on the vanity, angry at myself and that piece of crap who doesn’t recognise beauty. Taking deep breaths, I wipe my tears away, wanting to calm down as fast as I can.

If you want to cry Maya, you can, but get out of here first.

Checking myself in the mirror, I’m relieved to see my eyes aren’t red yet. I smooth my hair down and gently slap my cheeks, giving myself a mental pep talk. Just one more minute with him.

You go down the stairs, out the mansion, into your car and byebye sexy douche bag. You can do this.

Taking one last, cleansing breath, I assess myself one last time in the mirror. I look just fine. I walk out the bathroom and retrace my steps until I’m back at the stairs. Mr douchy is waiting for me like he said, hands in the pockets of his fine trousers.

In dead silence, he escorts me to the door, opening it for me.

“Pleasure meeting you, Maya.” He murmurs, offering me his hand. The way my name rolls off his tongue makes the hairs on my nape rise in attention.

“Miss Fair.” I correct him, shaking his hand. He gives me a knowing smile. He knows.

“Miss Fair.” He repeats, letting my hand go. “Lovely meeting you. I mean it.” He murmurs, and I act as if his wors aren’t about to make me shake like a leaf. I muster up the last bit of confidence he left in me after thiose twenty minutes.

“I’d say the same thing, but I don’t lie.” I reply on the same honeyed tone as him. He makes a surpried but subtly pleased face. The guy is having his fun right now.

“Great day to you Mr Jeon.” I mutter, turning on my heels and doing my best not tosprint away. I walk down the stairs and don’t hear the door being closed. I understand he’s stilll watching me from the porch, so I try to march as confidently as possible without turning back.

I make it to my car, and I feel safer there. I sigh deeply, leaning my forehead against my steering wheel. I want to go home. I physically sag, all strength having being drained out of me during this… whatever this was.

i joldt up when I hear a loud buzz, and see the gates slowly opening in front of me. Pulling myself together, I start the engine and squeeze through when I have enough space, driving away without any intention of coming back.

I drive back to the office, and it’s almost empty, almost everyone being gone on their lunch break. Sighing deeply, I sag agaisnt the chair of my desk, dropping my head between my hands.

How the hell am I supposed to tell Fred I lost the contract? It was almost a done deal. He requested me by name.

Fred always complains that I refuse deals because I’m ’too’ passionate about what I do. And I try, really try to work on it, but it really makes me emotional to see people ruining houses and architect work because of trends.

I absolutely love my job, I love architecture, and that’s why I want to do it properly. But can I call it proper work when I keep losing money?

“So? How did it go?” I hear Jade, a colleague of mine ask me. When I look up she’s entering my office, closing the door behind her and leaning against the door. She looks at me with shiny eyes, her lips pursed in anticipation. Even she was excited about this.

I burst into tears, dropping my head again, feeling defeated for the second time.

“Hey.” Jade croons, walking over to me. She sits on my desk, one of her hand coming down to stroke my back comfortingly.

“I’m a monumental fuck-up.” I sob, wiping my eyes only to let more tears fall out of them.

“Honey, what happened?” She asks me. I look up at her through my damp lashes.

“He gave it to someone else.” I sniffle.

“The project? Why?” She breathes, her face a knot of confusion. I sniffle.

“Because I was late.” I confess,. “And because I refused when he gave me a second chance.” I test it on her, lifting shy eyes to her face to see her reaction so I can imagine Fred’s.

“Maya.”

Hugh. I drop my head in my hands again.

“Fred is going to kill me.” I groan.

“Well, he’s out of the office all afternoon, so calm down.” She says. not denying it. He is going to kill me. Tomorrow. I have 22 hours to live. I’ll take that.

“Than man, Jeon Jungkook, he’s quite something.” I mutter.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?”

“You know him?” I shoot my eyes up at her.

“My husband works with him sometimes. He’s tough in business.” She explains. Tough in business? He’s tough period. “But hot, right?” She smirks.

I don’t reply and look away from her, not wanting to confess that just looking at him turns me into an anxious sappy puddle. My office phone rings.

Sighing, I quickly grab a tissue from the box on my desk and wipe my nose, picking up the combine,

“Hello?” I say as I take the call. Jade gives me a sympathetic tap on the back before leaving me to my business.

“Maya? Mr Jeon on line 2 for you.” Ava says from the other end of the line. What?

I thought I’d never have to deal with him again. I think secretly I was relieved he gave the project to someone else, now I’m getting nervous again just at the idea of being on the phone with him. This man is bad for my blood pressure.

I take a few seconds.

“Put him through.” I tell her before hanging up. I wait, staring at the phone on my desk until it starts ringing again. And I wait. It rings once, twice, three times, and I pick up at the fourth time.

“One second please.” I say quickly before putting him on hold. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I want him to think I’m busy. I take his call after another twenty seconds.

“Union design and architecture, Maya on the phone, how can I help you?” I say, sounding as professional yet nonchalant as possible.

“Maya?” His voice sounds like buttery pancakes, my name in his mouth making me ball my fists as my blood rushes through my veins. I put my fist in my mouth, calming myself down.

“Who’s talking?” I pipe up.

“Well, the man whose name the receptionist told you.” He retorts. “But nice try.”

Ouch.

“What can I help you with, Mr Jeon?” I sigh. He even defeats me at my twisted mind games.

“You forgot your portfolio in my bathroom.” He informs me.

“Oh.” I say. “You can throw it away. I have multiple.” I lie. I don’t have multiple portfolios, I’ve lost them all, but I’m not meeting him again to get it back. He can have it.

“Noted. But that’s not the only reason I’m calling.” He retorts. God help me. “Do you do evenings?” He asks me.

“No, I don’t.” I lie.

“Something tells me you’re lying.”

HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW?

“Mr Jeon, why don’t you just tell me what you want?” I ask, exasperated.

“I will. Let’s say tomorrow around seven?” He proposes. Oh sweet mother of jesus, I’m seeign this man again, aren’t I?

If it’s work related, I’ll have to go. It could be an occasion to get a contract and prevent Fred from firing me.

“Maya?” He calls when I don’t answer.

“Miss Fair.” I correct him.

“Miss Fair, can we meet at seven?” He sounds amused.

“-Ish.” I tell him.

“-ish.” He repeats. “Good. I’ll send you the address.”

“Perfect.”

“See you tomorrow, Maya.”

“Miss-“

He hangs up before I can correct him. Christ, what am I getting myself into?

Seconds later, I receive a text on my phone from an unknown number. It’s nothing but un address. How did he get my number? Oh, my portfolio.

I drive to the location Mr Jeon gave me. It’s outside london but closer than the mansion. When I actually make it to the adress, I meet nothing but a dirt road, and my GPS indicates I’m at destination. But there’s nothing. Nothing expect another car, Mr Jeon’s Audi, which he’s leaning against, waiting for me. He’s wearing a suit today as well, but this time he has a jacket and a tie. The jacket fits him perfectly. I have a thing for well fitted suits, men in suits, him in a suit…

My heart starts to race again just at the thought of being close to him, talking to him and having him looking at me with his deep pools of brown.

I park right behind his vehicle and get out my car with shaky legs.

“Maya.” He greets with a soft yet dazzling smile, stretching his hand out to me.

“Miss Fair, please.” I correct him, making sure he doesn’t cross the line again. I fully intend on not letting him trample me. I shake his hand, and I think I make a good job hiding the tingles that run through me when our skins touch.

“Miss Fair.” He concedes, nodding softly, his fingers lingering against my palm as I slip my hand out of his. “You’re looking lovely today.” He says appreciatively, taking me by surprise.

Wait, what?

I’m suddenly self conscious, know that I know he notices the way I look. My cheeks heat up dangerously, and I’m a bit listless, my mouth going dry.

This god-like creature thinks I look lovely today.

My mouth hangs slightly open in shock, and I can’t seem to manage to form a decent answer- or a decent sound, for that matter. His eyes slide down my legs.

“Maybe I should’ve told you to bring flat shoes.” He muses, crinkling his nose. He crinkles his nose!

“We’re going for a hike.” He declares. I blink rapidly.

“Are we?” I manage. He nods silently.

“Follow me.” He invites.

My feet accepting to cooperate, I follow him down the lane, entering the forest. We walk in the nature for a good five minutes, the forest slowly morphing into darker woods. And That’s when I start to wonder just what I am doing, following an asian sex symbol in woods outside London.

I think I should run. No one knows where I am. Hell, I don’t even where I am. When I decide to stop and run, we make it out of the woods into a huge parcel of greenery, standing just at the bottom of a hill. There is a stairway that has been built to reach the top. It’s made of white stones, and from the bottom, it forms a mosaic with roman designs using perspective vison.

I’m fascinated and curious. There is actually something up here. The stairs are rundown though, broken in several places, pieces missing, the overall structure looking unsteady. But it’s beautiful.

“The steps are broken. Be careful where you step.” Mr Jeon says to me as I start climbing. This is such a shame. These stairs must have looked amazing in the past.

“You still don’t want to tell me why I’m here?” I ask, detaching my gaze from the stones under my feet.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” He replies elusively.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again.” I murmur, and watch as his brow furrows. He looks at me quizzically.

“I never said that. I said I was pleased to meet you.” He reminds me. Well, that’s something you say to anyone when you’re polite enough. I didn’t think-

“And I said I meant it.” He adds. So, that man doesn’t know how to lie? He really was pleased to meet me? He, for sure, had a ver strange way of showing it.

“Ah!” I shriek when the stone under my foot wobbles and detaches itself from the step. I stumble forward, but Mr Jeon’s strong hand stops my fall. He grabs me by the upper arm and yanks me up, pulling me flush against him.

I look up at him, mortified by his proximity. His heat pours out onto me, from his chest onto my side, and from his hand onto my arm. The delicate smell of fresh yet musky cologne engulfs itself in my nostrils, and his brown pools stare at me intently, bordering on a slight glare.

My heart is in my ears, pounding hard and heating up my cheeks.

“I said be careful.” He murmurs, letting me go. When he steps back, the air gets thinner, and I can actually breathe. That’s when I realise I was holding my breath.

“Thank you.” I mumble, actually thanking god he stepped away, but then I feel his fingertips sliding across my palm. I look down at my hand as he slips his in it, clipping my fingers down with his thumb across my knuckles.

“We’re almost there.” He says, holding my hand up. My mouth dries out, all the moisture in it going straight to my hand and making it clammy. He’s holding my hand.

He slightly tugs me forward, prompting my feet to move. And while he thinks he’s helping my go up the stairs more steadily, he’s actually making it worse for me because my legs have turned into jelly.

He lets me go once we make it to the top, and I meet an abandoned horror house. It’s actually a windmill house, from old America, again, right outside London. But it’s broken down, rundown, old and scary. The windmill is placed on the left, a large column maybe ten meters high. It’s made of old white stone that went beige with time.

“What’s this?” I ask my client as we walk down the grave pathway.

“My old guy.” He declares, watching me. His old guy? He has some sentimental connection with this shell of a house? We stop under the porch.

“You’re giving me this…project?” I ask, incredulous. He really was pleased to meet me.

“It’s not a project.” He shakes his head softly, looking up at the mill. “It’s my whole life.”

I swallow. He sure does know how to put pressure on people.

“And I want you to work on it.” He adds, and deep down, in a small, unused part of my brain, I tell myself he’s not just talking about this house.

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Laser Tag’s Fun But

Summary: There's no better way to celebrate your fifth anniversary than with a fun game of laser tag. But Jay has other plans... Bruiseshipping. Valentine's Day special.

Pairing: Jay X Cole, Bruiseshipping/Geodeshipping

Cross-posted on FFN and AO3

@evelinaonline I lied, I can’t keep away from writing bruise... X3

Laser Tag’s Fun But

Jay couldn't remember much, except for the fact that Cole had been insisting that Jay not have any plans for February the 14th.

Jay stared at the date on his calendar for hours.

February 14th. That was Valentine's Day. What in the wide wide world of Ninjago could Cole possibly have planned that was so important, that Valentine's Day needed to be plan-free and marked ahead of time?

Other than the fact that it was Valentine's Day and their fifth year together.

Zane's voice plagued his thoughts suddenly. "I do not understand. Aren't the two of you dating?"

The blue ninja blinked several times, then squinted at Zane and at his surroundings. Where was he? Oh, that's right. He was with Zane, outside, in the courtyard of the Monastery.

Jay had walked in on Zane reading a magazine and started blabbering to him every single little thing that was on his mind. Specifically the thousands of questions that had infested his thoughts when Cole spoke of February 14th.

"Couples often spend Valentine's Day doing some kind of romantic activity." Zane said as Jay wrinkled his nose in response. "And Cole is your boyfriend, so I do not see the problem here."

"Well, no duh. Of course you wouldn't get it. You and Pixal have like, some kind of psychic connection I bet." Jay crossed his arms and pouted like a child, leaning against one of the poles. "Look, I, I didn't mean it that way, it's just, every year, whenever Valentine's Day rolls around, Cole has some amazing, big, adorable gesture to share with me… and I feel like I just can't return the favor. I mean, yeah, he's sweet. I can't say no to that."

Jay placed a hand to his forehead, chuckling softly.

"What I'm trying to say, Zane, is… is that I'm scared, okay?" The lightning master buried his face in his hands, muffling his groan. "Every year, his surprises always get better, and this year? Oh, I just had to get him something else this year, didn't I?"

Zane raised a brow. "What did you get him?"

"A pair of wireless headphones," he lied. Truth be told, he had a much more bigger gift to give Cole this time. One he hoped would seal the deal. "I thought about getting him chocolates, but I got him those on our very first Valentine's Day. Technically the same day as when we got together. I was trying to be romantic, he was trying to be romantic. We're both just so-"

"Jay! There you are! You ready, buddy?" Cole piped, sliding up beside him.

Jay nearly toppled over the edge of the stairs at the sound of Cole's voice. He held on tight to the pole, praying for his life.

How long had Cole been standing there?

And how much had he heard?

There his boyfriend stood, the biggest smile on his face and his eyes twinkling with excitement. It took Jay a while to notice the jacket Cole was wearing - the one Jay had bought for him as a joke while they were at the store.

"R-Ready?" Jay shook his head. "Yeah I am! What am I ready for?"

Cole's eyes narrowed. "Dude, it's Valentine's Day. You can't possibly tell me you forgot." Cole kissed him quickly and added, "Again."

Jay's face reddened. "No, no, no, no. Of course not! I was just talking to Zane and things started to get all fuzzy…" he cleared his throat. "So, where are we going?"

"Well that'd just ruin the surprise," Cole chuckled, taking Jay by the hand.

"What? You gonna blindfold me till we reach, wherever it is you planned to go?" Jay smirked.

"Actually, no. We're just going to have a little walk," Cole responded by tugging Jay closer.

A walk? Jay said to himself, following Cole's lead as they started for the city. "See ya later, Zane!" Cole called out to him as they were leaving.

Jay waved goodbye sheepishly to his nindroid brother, before letting his thoughts drift back to Cole.

It wasn't long before the two of them were finally in downtown Ninjago City.

Cole was doing an excellent job of keeping his mouth shut as Jay shot him with a question every once in awhile. The master of earth always considered himself to be good at keeping surprises. Jay was simply the one to test it.

Now, the ninja of earth felt it was his turn to ask the questions. "Can I ask you something?"

This took Jay by surprise. "Shoot."

"Okay, what did you think I had planned for today?"

"Oh, to celebrate our fifth anniversary in dating and Valentine's Day?"

"The numbers don't mean anything, Jay. But go on."

"Hm… I don't know, maybe something really top notch liiiiike a boat ride in one of those romantic canoes, and then maybe an hour or so at the amusement park, where I was thinking we could take some pictures in the photo booth, before we cuddle it up back home and… make-out?" Jay raised his shoulders, keeping an innocent face.

Cole gaped. He surely did not plan any of that. Maybe one or two of those things, but definitely not that. "Did you want to do all that?"

"I'm just spitballing ideas, you asked."

"Well, I hate to disappoint but," Cole gestured to the door, "after you, Freckles."

Jay rolled his eyes before walking past Cole and into the building.

Cole shut the door with a proud smile, moving past Jay and to the man beside the front counter.

Jay looked around the room, confused. Why was it so dark? And why were they here?

"Hey, Darreth," he heard Cole say to the other man. Jay cocked his head. What the heck was going on?

"Are they here?"

"Been waiting for you forever. Don't keep them waiting, Cole," Darreth pointed to the room across them.

Jay spun around to face Cole. His boyfriend threw him a glance over the shoulder and held out his hand before the two of them entered the mysterious room.

Waiting inside were two other people. One of which was Nya, and the other Kai, both of them with grinning features.

"What took you guys so long? Don't tell me you were taking your sweet sweet time getting all goo-goo eyed around each other," Kai teased, nudging Cole slightly.

Nya slapped her brother upside down in the head, "At least you two finally made it. Darreth was getting tired of waiting outside. Are we ready to begin?"

"Depends if this guy can keep his focus," Cole ruffled Jay's hair, watching as he awed, jaw-droppingly, at the things in the room. Cole couldn't begin to fathom just how much he loved watching his boyfriend get all riled up about the smallest of things, or even, the biggest of things. It was a precious sight indeed.

Jay held back a gasp when he saw the vests strapped to their chests and the nearly plastic objects in their hands. As he turned to Cole, he found his boyfriend already sporting one of his own vests and another in his hands for Jay to take.

"Oh my FSM, is this…?" Jay started, slipping into the vest, still a little too mesmerized by it all. A voice boomed over their heads as lights began to flash.

3…

Cole quickly placed a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead, covered by a mess of wildly untamed chocolate hair and he nodded.

… 2

"It is."

1…

The second the doors opened, Jay sped past Nya and Kai, dragging Cole with him by the hand to a fort on the far left side. He crouched down, holding back a fit of giggles and the rush of excitement.

"How did you - I - stars above, Cole-"

"Use your words, Jay," Cole joked.

"You're awesome. You're like… the best boyfriend in the entire universe. How?"

Cole grinned, getting down to eye level. "Easy. Got some help from Darreth, apparently he knows the people who own the place, and booked an appointment for some fun. Here at the Ninja-Laser Tag Zone. Need I say more?"

Jay bit his lip, dropping his gun and tackling Cole into a massive bear hug - if his arms could wrap all the way around that was. "This is going to be so fun," he said in a low voice, pressing a kiss to Cole's lips.

"Well it's not going to be as fun if we just lie here on the floor exposed to Team Red over there," Cole laughed, looking up at Jay.

"Gah, you ruin everything!" Jay crawled backwards, reaching his laser tag gun. "C'mon, let's go see if we can find them!"

When Jay stepped out, he heard a loud cry and turned his head to see Nya running at him swiftly with the gun pointed for the square on his chest. With a yelp, Jay spun around, ushering Cole onto his feet and for them to start moving.

As if things couldn't get any worse, Kai jumped out from behind a wall, recklessly aiming his gun.

Both Jay and Cole burst into a fit of giggles as they ran around the obstacles, trying to find another hiding spot and away from Kai and Nya.

The four of them ran in circles for what felt like forever. Kai and Nya would chase Jay and Cole, but then somehow, they'd switch, and Jay and Cole would end up chasing them. It was a never ending loop, one that filled Jay with a rush.

Eventually, Jay had picked up on Nya's scare tactics and managed to hit her square on when she stumbled upon a hiding place where Jay was waiting patiently.

After three hits, Nya was out of the game. Which only left Kai.

"Nice job, Sparky," Cole panted, almost out of breath.

"We only have three minutes left in the game," Nya warned from the ground. Cole helped her up, turning to Jay.

"Think we can catch Kai in three minutes?"

"While I think it's impossible, yeah. We got this." Jay clasped hands with Cole, a smile edging its way up his face.

"Team Crackle!" The two of them cheered in unison before splitting up once again.

Jay tiptoed around the corner, his eyes sweeping the floor for Kai. But the master of fire was nowhere to be seen. He had managed to stay out of both Jay and Cole's sights for nearly the entirety of the game, how ever were they going to find him?

The lightning wielder moved closer to one of the foamed forts, holding the gun close to his chest so to protect his square.

Two minutes, he thought to himself, biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

Two freaking minutes. This was impossible.

Jay looked to the floor, thinking.

It almost felt like Kai had just left...

In a hurry, Jay jumped out from behind the fort, arms in the air as he started for Cole. "Cole! I-"

The sound of the beeper clicked in his head and he stopped, looking down at his vest. A big red X sat in the middle and Jay gaped, huffing.

"Gotcha!" Kai pumped a fist in the air, running circles around Jay. "Man, you should have seen the look on your face! Did you think I left? It really felt like that didn't it?"

Kai praised himself too much to notice that Cole had snuck up from behind, firing thrice at the center of Kai's vest.

"Oh, ha, ha. Fine, you're the winner, Cole!"

"I heard my boyfriend call for me, I come." Cole spared a glance at Jay, smiling, then turned back to Kai, "Can't take him down without dealing with me afterwards."

"That was the most fun I've had in years," Jay told Cole as he wrapped his arm around Cole, leaning into him.

When the two of them had arrived back at the Monastery, they found a picnic blanket laid out in the middle of the courtyard waiting for them.

Two pillows sat on either side, one black, one blue.

Jay had looked to Cole curiously, asking if he knew about this.

Needless to say, it was Cole's idea, in which Zane had played a part in helping to set up.

"I like this," Jay hummed, "Just me and you, under the stars, here. Together."

Cole tilted his head, bringing his knees up for a close. Plates of crumbs lay all over in front of them, glasses tipped and their single plate of chocolate cake nearly all finished.

"I can't wait to see what you have planned for our sixth year together," Jay murmured, burying his head into Cole's chest, feeling sleepy.

Cole's eyes popped open at the word sixth and he looked down on Jay, lips tightening into a frown.

Jay looked up, raising a brow. "What's wrong?"

"Our sixth year together?"

The way Cole had said that made his stomach turn.

"Uh, yeah… what's… going on?"

"I… when are we going to stop counting the numbers?" Cole blurted, catching Jay by surprise. "Five seems special but, we don't have to count how long we've been together. When I'm with you… I feel like time just doesn't exist. We don't need to count."

Jay stared. Maybe now was the right time to reveal his gift.

"You're right. We don't need to count."

Cole's mouth gaped. "What?"

The blue ninja separated himself from Cole, reaching behind his back. Cole remained lost and confused.

Slowly, Jay pulled his hand out, holding something small and circular to his chest.

"We don't need to count. We're always going to be together. Because you love me. And I love you. We love each other, right? So why not just count till infinity? Call it a go?"

Jay held out his hand, pulling apart the little medallion. "Cole… be my Yang?"

Cole couldn't believe his eyes.

Was this really happening?

His boyfriend, sitting criss-crossed in front of him like the utter dork he was, with two halves of a medallion, asking Cole to be his Yang.

"Through all we've been. All we've done. You've always been there for me. I didn't always ask for it, but you stayed with me anyways."

Cole opened his mouth to speak, but found his words caught in the back of his throat.

"You're... you're the best friend anyone could ever have. You're stiff, but kind, you're gentle, you're-you're everything I could ever ask for. Heck, you don't even deserve me but yet, here we are." Jay found himself laughing, "Special best friends, right?"

When Cole finally found the effort to speak, it all came out as a sob. He tripped over his own words and yet Jay couldn't care less.

He knew Jay was sulking in the moment. He knew Jay was holding on desperately to everything he had just to make this moment last. To make it worth it.

"Cole?"

"Yes. Yes!"

In another effort to bear hug Cole once again, Jay burst into laughter.

With his half of the medallion, Jay pinned it to Cole's chest, rubbing it to shine.

"I love you so much."

Cole pulled Jay into a firm kiss, pinning his half of the medallion onto Jay's chest.

"I love you too."

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thefreshfinds · 5 years ago

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JOHNNY QUEST THE REBEL:

Johnny The Quest’s rhymes are beyond any listener’s wildest dreams. While others use their music to speak on artificial topics like sex, drugs & their drip, Johnny Quest the Rebel uses his natural skill to not only put the hating n-ggas to sleep, but he also conveys an influential message. If it isn’t through clever punchlines & entendres, then he gets personal — telling his own story for others to relate to. However Johnny Quest the Rebel is one who believes that one should F.R.Y.D (F.ollow R.each Y.our D.reams) because he knows what it’s like to feel lost & unsure of how you are. Wholeheartedly he defines as one who’s empathic, truthful & real. The “Rebel” side comes from a daily challenge of having an active role in life. “I believe that one of our purposes is to unravel the world.” he goes on to say. On the whole Johnny Quest the Rebel is the voice who demands the world to give up the answers because often we are left wondering “why?”

Starting his musical journey in two different points of his life — Johnny Quest the Rebel first got his big break in 2000/2001. He recalls the first time he freestyled with his older brother & cousins in his Grandma’s basement, saying that they all grew up pretty humble. So Johnny figured if he could be a kid star like Bow Wow then they would never have to worry about money. As he grew up & did a couple of group projects, it wasn’t until he hit rock bottom in 2012 when he started to use music as a therapeutic process to help battle with anxiety & depression. “Music, amongst a few other things, helped me re-instill my confidence & got me out of my low.” Johnny Quest the Rebel adds “It always has, even as a listener, but I just owned that I wanted my music to do for others as it had for me.” After hearing responses from his music, Johnny decided to take music seriously. He was going to live his dream & wake up the people! Till this day he’s thanking his lucky stars. To define Johnny Quest the Rebel’s sound, would be more of a renaissance style. It has all the main components of our golden era of hip hop: storytelling, being the voice for those who are afraid to speak & genre defying — testing all sounds solely to reach different audiences. DREAM gives you a snippet of Johnny Quest the Rebel’s versatility and star power. “You will hear me express how it feels to have a dream even that moment when you realize you can really make it happen.” he adds. “Find your dream & pursue it with 1000% effort, 10x the amount you personally thought you could give.” All in all DREAM sheds some light on Johnny Quest the Rebel’s journey & gives people who have dreams some inspiration to keep going. Like the famous writer Marsha Norman says, “Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”

The Break Down:

1. Dream: Stomping into your circadian rhythm, Johnny the Quest keeps one alert in the first song “Dream”. Before the beat drop, an high pitched voice echoes out “Dream” over the white noise. Then the beat fuses in beside the familiar voice with sprialing hi-hats, an 808, reverse & futuristic sound effect. However once Johnny booms in saying “all I had was a dream” that’s when things go in full effect. As the beat continues on, Sunnie sings the chorus with effortless passion & sensuality, “If I close my eyes a little longer, baby everything will be ok *insert vocal run to “ok”*/In fact that don’t kill me, it only made me stronger/Well I say turn a dream into tomorrow/And turn tomorrow into today. Johnny Quest the Rebel then uses smooth yet minimal auto-tune for the cut-throat bars he’s about to spit. Ultimately, Johnny Quest The Rebel leads by example that anything is possible if you work hard for it & advices others to do the same. Sometimes we wait for opportunities to come but we should go and find them instead. An example can be seen from this very line from Johnny: “All about the timing, not the diamonds or the risk/But a young Rebel said I need to shine too/Hunting down dreams cause they won’t find you/.../If it glitter & it golden let it blind you.”

2. Truth or Dare: “Truth or Dare” levels up as the second track with a finely tuned violin chord & 808’s that are guaranteed to stick with you from the very beginning to the end. Ultimately the wise MC speaks on his undying hunger to accomplish his goal to make it. “Young Pixar, for my dreams I will risk all. Only way is up when you’re coming from a pitfall.” Even when he’s lived in a nightmare, he still rose with the sun & made things happen. Not only for himself, but for his people as well. Johnny Quest the Rebel also feels highly blessed & favored to be living his dream. Fading out is a voice that says “Don’t wake me up.” & then the famous phrase (and album title) “Dream.”

3. Projects 2 Mansions: “Projects 2 Mansions” breaks the rims off the speaker with it’s stormy base (& yes! It really does sound like it could come off an 90’s sitcom). As the base goes ham, the background leaves some space for the twinkle effect & hi-hats to work it’s magic. The reverb here is the “oooh” & “yeah” that’s highly pitched but also mesmerizing. As Johnny Quest the Rebel questions the listener “Is this everything that you’ve dreamed of? The most hated on I dream love.” he also uses punchlines & metaphors to speak on his luxurious life, living his best life with the homies & gives the haters something to think about. “Hustle like Russell, back when I had to bag a Kimora.” Johnny Quest the Rebel also spreads the word on how it happened (& if you do this too, who’s to say that it won’t happen as soon as tomorrow!?) “Cause I done paid my dues, I swear they cost a lot/.../Only reason that I’m here, somebody paid for me/Don’t get caught up in these streets & be somebodies prey homie. Instead of a 9 to 5, he’s doing what he loves. But to get there is pretty simple: Dream first, hustle second.

4. In My Zone: “Channel surfing on electric waves,” Johnny Quest the Rebel gives us some insight on what pushes him on a daily to achieve his dreams. “Catch Johnny on the star track/..All white but I’m all black/90’s baby so I’m all that/Searching for my bag of chips on different continents. Trying condiments. Even when the going gets rough, Johnny Quest the Rebel advices all in the song to just stay in your zone because eventually it will all pay off. Believe it or not, he’s been through the drafts. Still, he can never be taken out. In unison a feminine voice says in the back “In My Zone.” during certain parts (& the vocals even resemble the singer, The Weeknd’s range). The beat also has a chill-wave feel to it & just cruises into your cerebral cortex.

5. JOHNNY TSUNAMI (SKIT): This short excerpt sounds as if it comes from the greater times when technology was on the rise. At first the interviewer explains who Johnny Quest is & ask then goes on to ask him the question, “Why this quest for the perfect wave?”. Gracefully, he stays composed & gives the best answers to this one which are followed by a couple more.

6. Top of The World: As he takes a hit & answers how to catch the perfect wave — Johnny Quest the Rebel, the beat goes ham with laser beams & hi-hats. While on a “surf board with a dream catcher,” the MC goes to say that this first verse was a favorite because he left some gems that most people won't understand on the first listen. “I love when people listen them come back weeks or months later & are like, “Oh that’s what you meant”. This song also falls in as his favorite one off the project as well, “It came together so smoothly & it’s a dope song.” he adds “I wanted a record that I was able to stay true but that could be listened to in different spaces that everybody could get on they wave.” For me, I interpreted this song’s message as a P.S.A for those who are afraid to break out of their comfort zone. Don’t say you’re going to do something. Just do it. Even if you fall, brush yourself off. Try again. After all, you create your destiny. An example can be seen in these lines: “Life’s a b*tch & I treat it like a model..Now they’re calling me the Native Sun/Waves speaking in my native tongue/Talk back with a body language/English probably is a second language.”

7. www.(420 Reprise): Paying contribute to his right hand Mary Jane, the beat takes a sultry approach( which could be contributed thanks to the fumes or the lighter that sparks up in every song off of Dream) & finds a way to our “Blaze it Up” playlist. As the guitar strings make an appeasing tune, Johnny Quest The Rebel speaks about his daily ritual: to smoke & drink water. Yet he also lets us in a little & speaks on the best piece of advice he’s received from his lady “She tell me not to worry ‘bout what they say/Master your high, grasshopper till you feel like Sensei/And then you treat the world like it’s your dojo/ You gotta give back where nobody can steal your mojo.” At the end, the guitar goes into solo & nails what a guitar riff should sound like.

8. 20/20 Vision: In midst of the snaps, snares & twinkle sound effect — Johnny Quest the Rebel sings in auto-tune “I see in 20/20 my vision, so clear, so clear.” According to the MC the profound message is that any/everyone who has a dream is going to see their vision before anyone will support it or believe it is possible. “Shit this record might make someone quit they day job.” Johnny adds. As long as you keep your focus & work ethic intact then the sky is the limit.

By: Natalee Gilbert

LINK(S):

1. DREAM: https://soundcloud.com/jquesttherebel/sets/dream

2. Instagram: @jquesttherebel

#soundcloud #freshfinds #music #musicblog #rap #listen #banger #musicians #hip hop #follow #johnnyquesttherebel #dream #mixtape #unsignedhype #motivationalquotes

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anonthenullifier · 6 years ago

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This Wasn’t What I Had in Mind

Title: This Wasn’t What I Had in Mind

Gift for: Carlye (@scarletphantom1704)

Rating: T

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: During a rendezvous with Vision, a seemingly innocent excursion forces Wanda to remember all she has lost.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15996662

Prompt: I would love to receive a piece of fanart/or a fanfic of Vision comforting Wanda after a flashback, triggered by an ordinary object, and a panic attack in public. (MCU)

To Carlye: This was a fun but challenging prompt. I hope the story meets what you were wanting with the prompt :)

To Anya (@atendrilofscarlet), my beta, you are amazing! Thank you for reading so many versions of this in such a short time period and answering all my questions :D.

To everyone else, I hope you enjoy this too!

Made for the Scarlet Vision Exchange 2018!

It is freezing. Wanda suspects the only reason the steam hovering in front of her face isn’t crystallizing is because of how rapidly she is sucking in the frigid air and then pushing it back out. It’s so cold her wool-gloved hands are buried deep in her coat pockets instead of seizing the opportunity of the moment and holding Vision’s hand. In lieu of intertwined fingers, their bodies are huddled, shoulders and hips practically glued together as they stare forward.

“Did you know,” he glances down at her, movements minimized to retain heat, “until today the coldest day in Sopot’s history was -2.5 degrees Celsius?”

She’s fairly certain the winters at the compound were comparable to now, possibly worse, yet the rush of air coming from the sea seems to banish all potential warmth, leaving just a gray, lifeless wraith of an afternoon. “Don’t tempt me with such balmy facts, Vizh.” What she assumes is a breathy laugh, though could easily be a shudder at the bite in the air, mingles with the crashing of waves against the embankment of ice along the shoreline. “You know, this really wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“I did offer an alternative of staying in the hotel next to the radiator.”

Wanda cracks a smile at the specificity of the statement, his mind so vast and yet during their clandestine meetups it collapses to only reach out as far as what they are doing in the present, disregarding any subtext of a time further than now. “We’ll go back soon.”

A nod and a bump of his shoulder confirms his desire to do just that, “I believe that is for the best,” his voice shifts to being overly concerned, a tone that has been increasingly common for the past several weeks, “I do not believe it is in your best interest to develop pneumonia again.”

Wanda shrugs. In her opinion, the downsides of being sick were far outweighed by other factors. “Got you to stay with me for longer.”

“Yes,” a tiny smile sparks a small, welcomed ember in her chest, “though it also almost led to my discovery.”

“You act like Nat hasn’t pieced us together yet.” Sneaking around is never what either of them wanted as a basis of their relationship, which is why it was almost a godsend when Nat confronted her months ago. Anger mixed with disbelief and betrayal, but in the end was a hope, a guarded, questionable hope, one that allowed for an understanding to be reached that so long as Wanda was safe and checked in when required, she could be happy. Despite this, Vision still insists on never crossing paths with the other rogue Avengers. Likely worried that the pressure of lying about seeing four people would be too much. Giving vague and unhelpful answers to Ross about his time “searching” for her has already taken its toll on his demeanor, she’d never ask him to add to that responsibility. Wanda veers their thoughts from that particular topic, determined to make the most of their rendezvous. “When I started pestering Steve about a beach getaway, this wasn’t really what I meant.”

Vision glances down at her, then to the desolate stretches of sand, before finally settling his gaze on the angry, icy sea. “Though not ideal, tactically this is smarter. During the summer there are upwards of 2 million people in this city-“

“I know, Vision.” It’s been a hard set rule of Steve’s that they avoid peak tourism seasons when determining the locations each time they move around. Arguably large crowds could provide more cover, a greater chance to blend in, but it also means more eyes and cameras that might happen to upload one of their faces to Twitter or Instagram. That doesn’t mean Steve had to send her here in November--even September or early October would have less tourists and have the added bonus of potentially being warm enough for a proper beach vacation. “I just had it all planned out and it didn’t involve freezing our asses off.”

“Well,” he removes his hand from the safety of his pocket and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to nestle in the blissfully warm crook of his arm, “If it were warmer, what did you envision us doing?”

The images of such a dream flash through her mind, all nondescript as to the beach itself, given she had no idea where Steve would send her, but there are commonalities in all beach resort areas. “We would have woken up early,” a disbelieving wrinkle mars his forehead and she nudges him with her shoulder, “earlier than usual, at least. Maybe we’d grab breakfast and buy some snacks and then head to the beach to claim our spot before all the tourists descend.”

“So far we have been successful with your plan.”

Wanda regrets that they are outside because it means she can’t watch his irises spin in delight at the dryness of his sass, so she’ll have to settle for the slight, prideful smirk on his pale face. “Well if you want to continue with the plan, then slap on a speedo and dive right in.” The incredulous silence stretches out for several seconds. She can practically hear the gears in his eyes swishing while he figures out a response, his distaste of immodest clothing in public (for himself, personally. He believes everyone else can decide for themselves what is and is not comfortable to wear in public) is a topic they have discussed at length when she tried to get him to wear shorts over the summer. Wanda happily fills the continued silence, pushing the idea just a touch more by offering him the argument she had already crafted for his inevitable hesitation in the swimwear. “It’s what all the locals wear, you wouldn’t want to stand out.”

“I-” another long pause precedes the cautious, diplomatic cadence of his diverting words, “well it is really, um, an incredibly unfortunate happenstance for us to be here when it is so cold then.” Vision doesn’t allow room for her to comment further or persist in ribbing him on the matter. “What else, did you have in mind?”

“Well, after we had swam and enjoyed the sun,” the latter not even attempting to peek through the clouds for emphasis, instead remaining hidden in its own winter gloom, “we would walk the pier until we got to the end of it where there’s just the sea in front of us and the sun on the waves.”

“Sounds lovely.”

Wanda smiles at the warmth in his voice. “We’d watch the water, talk some more, I’d definitely kiss you-”

“That part of the plan can certainly still happen.”

“And then,” Wanda pulls her hand from its safehaven in her coat so she can wrap her arm around his waist, relishing the tightening of his grip in return, “we’d grab ice cream and go back to the hotel for some alone time before you have to leave.”

She can sense the wistfulness of his mind soaking in the imaginary sun and it almost makes the air around them feel a few degrees warmer. “Perhaps we can salvage some of it.”

“Oh?”

An enthusiastic, mesmerizing grin matches the brightness of his eyes as Vision looks down at her, “I believe there was an ice cream stand open not too far from here and,” he steps away from her and places his leather-gloved hands on her upper arms, “if I can manage to figure out the radiator, we can adjust the temperature in the room to allow for us to pretend it is summer.”

Wanda’s cheeks ache, possibly from the icy wind assaulting her face, but a more probable explanation right now would be the broadness of her smile, “Sounds perfect.”

The ice cream stand is harder to find than Vision’s plan suggested, their search leading them in a meandering labyrinth of cobbled streets and alleys as they investigate every building that has the same pink and brown ice cream cone sculpture. Eventually, after what feels like twenty stops, they come across a lone ice cream vendor.

Wanda’s image of this moment is different from reality, her memory filled with hot summer days and smiling faces handing her ice cream that’s started to ooze down the ridges of the cone, whereas the man shivering behind the glass case is mutely unimpressed by Vision’s very friendly, “ Dzień dobry*.”

A harsh, “What do you want?” is the reply. Wanda laces her fingers through Vision’s, noting the tension in his muscles and preparing for the talk they’ll have later, at how, because of his accent, among other things, he can never pass himself off as a native speaker wherever they are at. She thinks it’s kind of cute, his belief that he could ever mask his proper English accent to fit in, but she also sympathizes given her own experiences of trying (and failing) to not be an “other” in public after moving to New York.

To help with his attempts to blend in, Vision has started eating with her, treating his choices in food like he does everything else -- with a laser focus and a desire to be equitable to all options. What this invariably means is that he is about to ask about every single flavor, combo, sauce, and cone. Given Wanda already knows what she wants (it’s what she gets every time), she responds before Vision gets a chance to read any flavors, “Stracciatella.” A heaping cone is passed over the counter, her tongue happily running through the creamy, chocolate speckled heaven while her eyes turn to take in the tiny, ill-insulated building as Vision mulls over his choices.

It’s a basic ice cream store. The requisite signs about toppings and pictures of beaming beach goers in speedos (something she’ll kindly direct Vision’s attention to while they eat) lining the walls. There’s a section of the far wall with postcards and fading pictures with autographs. One catches her eye, a recollection of those faces surfacing though she can’t quite place it until she notices a melody in the air. The music is different from the usual happy, bubblegum pop of these places. The song playing from a speaker behind the glass case curves her lips up, the fast paced, punk sound unmistakable. This was one of Pietro’s favorites and she hasn’t heard it in a long time. Wanda makes a mental note to have Vision listen to Hladno Pivo later, even if he’ll dislike it, most likely critiquing the harshness of the vocals and the clashing of the instruments. “And what is this one?” Vision’s voice draws her attention back to the counter where he’s pointing at another flavor and the man, knuckles white around the ice cream scoop, is doing his best to not be annoyed at all the questions.

“ Kasztan, it’s uh,” the man waves the scoop as he searches for the word, then he snaps the fingers of his other hand, turning to Wanda, a congenial almost hopeful uptick in his voice as he switches languages, “kesten, ja?”

A tingling in her chest blooms at the question. “It’s um,” Wanda nods her head, trying to close out the song so she can focus on translating the word. “It’s,” the tingle grows into a claw, wrapping its digits around her ribs as bursts of fiery light erupt from her mind. She turns towards Vision, hoping his curious and bright eyes will do what they always do best: calm her. “It’s um chest-,” yet the words fumble out as her breath begins to fail her, the talons of remembrance puncturing her lungs,”-nut”.

Vision’s Interesting fades away, the movements of the ice cream vendor slowing as he spoons out a cone, but Wanda finds she isn’t really there anymore. Instead she is ten again, lungs spasming into coughing fits as she sucks in the fresh air. Pietro is at her side, hand clutching her own, pulling her each time he coughs to get the last of the dust from his body. You would think, after a bombing and numerous rescue missions, that someone would be helping two children in the street, and yet there are terrifying screams coming from the stretchers being carried out of the building that garner all of the attention from the medics and the bystanders. “Dođi,” Pietro tugs her hand but her feet stay firmly planted to the ground, eyes refusing to leave the hole in the building where their home used to be. “Dođi, Wanda, otišli su.**”

Eventually she budges, head hanging low as they wander the city, no one noticing them until a woman stops them several streets over. Pietro handles the conversation, Wanda’s mind far too lost to comprehend what is being said, something about if they need help or if they are hungry. Whatever is said leads to an ice cream cone shoved in her hand, her fingers begrudgingly scrunching around the paper wrapper. Why she has ice cream is a mystery, it’s not a hot day, it’s not a happy day, it’s not even a filling food after days trapped under a bed. A hand waves in front of her eyes, focusing her energy on the beaming, filthy face of Pietro, a beige hued mound of ice cream hovering at her mouth, “To je kesten***”

A frantically quiet, “Wanda?” dissolves Pietro’s smiling face.

Vision waves a hand through the air, brow etched with concern until she nods, swallowing down the rising bile at the memory, refusing to give in to it now, “Yeah?”

“Would you like to eat outside?” It’s not what he actually wants to ask her, not what is coursing through his mind or painted all over his disguised face, but to maintain their cover, it’s the best he has.

“Um,” Wanda stares at the beige ice cream cone in his hand, attempts to nod, but gets distracted by the room closing in, inch by inch, a subtle, unnerving minimizing of the space around her. A numbness spreads through her hands, one that is different than the flow of her powers, and it follows the rapid increase in her heart rate. Deep breaths should work, at least Vision always made her do it in the early days of their friendship. A steady inhale, hold for three seconds, and then an exhale. Repeat as many times as needed. Eyes, she can hear his voice in the distance, as if through a wall, need to be trained on one item. So Wanda looks straight ahead, only to see the damned cone and the trickle of ice cream oozing over the paper wrapper.

Pietro always ate his ice cream fast enough to not let it melt, no matter if they were ten, fifteen, twenty, he always ate it joyfully and quickly. And it was always the same flavor, he refused to eat any ice cream that wasn’t chestnut, they even learned which parlors carried the flavor, on which days, and who they could convince to give them either a free cone or a discounted one. He should be holding that cone right now.

The trickle of despair dripping into her soul suddenly turns into a downpour and she can feel the bullets ripping through his body, her knees ache at the cuts from when she fell--lost, confused, and angry. Years had passed, literal years without Pietro, and she had coped, survived, learned how to move on, yet she needs him back. Desperately wants that constant, to feel his mind, hold his hand. Wanda’s body starts to shake. She closes her eyes, clamping out the image of the cone, breathing in deeply again and again, though it becomes more difficult, the absence of Pietro too much, her soul torn asunder day after day after day without him. She no longer even has the Avengers, doesn’t have the compound, can’t count on Vision to always float through her wall, or get the shit beat out of her at training to distract her. The world hates her, half her former teammates hate her, she’s a wanted fugitive with no prospect of salvation. Much like when she was ten, clutching Pietro’s hand, eating ice cream. Only he’s not here anymore.

Her chest burns, breaths shallow and labored as the world seems to dissolve, the past mixing with the present, taunting her with a blank and empty future, and she can’t determine if she’s ten, if she’s falling with Sokovia, if she’s sleeping in a shelter with Pietro’s arms around her, if she’s back at the compound listening to the soothing lull of an English accent, or if she’s in Poland on a freezing day eating ice cream with her undercover boyfriend.

Only Pietro ever fully understood her when she spoke of separating from reality like this, of getting lost in the sea of memory, where each wave crashing down brings only more confusion. Wanda is falling now, a weightlessness overtaking her, and she closes her eyes as she feels her home plummet from beneath her, heart shattered and body empty, accepting her fate to join Pietro, wherever he went.

There is a feeling of movement, not of free falling, but hovering, her eyes cracking open long enough to see the world morphing around her: walls dropping away, the wind picking up around her head, stirring her hair, her legs swinging freely. There is motion and there is sound, words muffled and muddled so that she isn’t sure if people are screaming for help in the hell of flames, demanding why they are being asked to leave their homes, taunting her on the streets, calling her a criminal and a witch, or even just asking if she is okay. Her senses function like a kaleidoscope, shifting and rotating so that each combination of stimuli produces bursts of distorted experience that masks what exactly is happening or where she is. Wanda closes her eyes tighter, time slipping through her grasp, her fingers grabbing at the strands of her life, instead scrunching into the fabric of whomever is holding her-- maybe it’s Pietro, guiding her to wherever he’s been; maybe it’s Vision saving her from falling with Ultron’s carcass; maybe it’s the guards securing her after another flare up of her newly gifted powers; maybe it could even be her mother, cradling her after a night terror.

There is a chiming and then the world stops moving.

“Wanda?” A voice reaches out to her, calm though fraying at the edges. “Wanda.” Lavender fills her nose and a sweltering heat cocoons her. “Wanda, it is all right.” The ground under her sinks and creaks. Wanda flexes her fingers, digging her nails into a stiff fabric and a fluffy foundation. “Wanda, I made you tea.”

She opens her eyes a sliver, just enough to confirm she is on a bed, noting a blurry patch of crimson not too far away. A sound attempts to come from her mouth, but her throat is parched, unwilling to function more than a croaked, “Vizh?”

A hand runs through her hair, each stroke diminishing the thoughts, bringing her back to the present. “I am here, Wanda.” It’s enough to vanquish most of the confusion, solidifying which reality she is currently in, yet still her body sinks under the weight of Pietro’s continued absence. “Do you want to discuss it?”

They established a routine in the early months of being Avengers, back when she was still figuring out who he was and what she was after everything, back before she could kiss him whenever she wanted, before she could slip into his mind at any given time, before he held her in a way that wasn’t just for comfort. It’s been a long time since they’ve used it, but clearly he remembers. Step 1: Neutralize the chance of public detection, Step 2: Utilize the calming principles of lavender and chamomile tea. Step 3: Offer to talk. “I-” Wanda tries to sit up but he lightly presses her down, crawling into the bed next to her so that their eyes are level. The gears are back, whirling in a frenzy that clashes with his overall calm demeanor. There’s so much to say, so much of it has already been said, countless times and honestly, she has no desire to talk about all of it again, can’t help but feel embarrassed at still having panic attacks like this. “Kesten was Pietro’s favorite flavor.”

“I see.” All of his empathy and apologies (ones for not being able to stop it sooner, for not being able to save Pietro, for not being able to take this pain away, for them being forced to moonlight as a couple) are wrapped into the two syllables along with a firm, nonjudgmental understanding that she doesn’t want to talk. “Would you like to try muscle relaxation?”

Wanda wants to know who all saw her attack, witnessed her crumbling facade, whether it attracted too much attention, if someone caught a picture and uploaded it somewhere. But he’s already moved them to Step 4: Regain control. Wanda decides to play along knowing there should be plenty of time to interrogate him as to what danger she placed them in. “That sounds nice.”

Unlike all the other times he did this at the compound, Vision wraps his arm around her, placing a chaste, loving kiss to her forehead before starting the process. “We will start with your hands.”

The first time he had her do this, she felt ridiculous, challenged him on it and refused for a time. Eventually he convinced her which soon transformed into her hoping he’d recommend this technique, as it allowed her more time with him and a chance to purposely place all of her attention on his voice. “Ready.”

“Focus on your fingers,” she wiggles them, brushing his stomach in the process, “I am glad you found them.” The smile is easily detected in his tone, but fades quickly as he instructs her. “Now focus on each hand individually, first squeeze your fingers into a fist, noting the tension," Wanda nestles into his chest, following his instructions, bending the fingers of her right hand into a shaking fist. "Good, now ease your fingers open until there is no tension left.”

Her mind and powers calm as she begins to loosen the control of her grief, her fingers relaxing and dropping down one-by-one in relief. “Right hand good to go.”

A hand brushes through her hair, “Good job. Now your left hand.” She repeats the process, clenching and then unclenching her fingers, exhaling happily once both hands are resting against Vision’s body. The next step is her arms, so she starts to flex her right arm but pauses when Vision hugs her closer, drawing her forehead tenderly to his lips again. Such contact was never included in their routine, yet he seems indifferent to the change, segueing calmingly to the next part, “Well done, Wanda. Now-”

She stares into his eyes, awed at the twists and turns of life that brought this man to her and how he can so easily transition her from an all encompassing loss to the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. “You’re changing the protocol.”

“I, um,” Vision frowns, not an upset or angry gesture, but a contemplative and shy move as he runs his fingers along her back, “thought such a gesture might aid in your relaxation. Perhaps a rewards based system of motivation.”

The timidness that fueled each touch and word in the early days of their not-quite-friendship-but-not-quite-lovers relationship has fallen away over the last year, giving way to this new, still cautious, but more confident side of Vision. Wanda grins, “I think it sounds helpful. Want to keep going?”

The half-arc of his lips is radiant, “Yes, now your arms.” He scoots away from her, leaving enough room for her to follow his instructions, “tighten your right bicep, drawing your forearm up.”

“Welcome to the gun show, Vizh.” It’s a joke he didn’t comprehend the first five times she used it, but now he simply smiles, head shaking as he watches her flex her muscles before releasing her arm to lay back down along her side. Then she repeats the action, and the joke, on the other side before Vision moves back, their chests touching as he lays another kiss on her forehead. “Next?”

They move through her body, his even commands guiding her to raise her shoulders up to touch her ears and then lower them into a peaceful state. He kisses her forehead with another “Good job.” Wanda sucks in a deep breath, creating tension in her lungs, only this time it’s under her control and Vision’s supervision, not a sense of gasping but a sense of order, her breath releasing against his face, causing him to blink rapidly before bestowing her reward. Her stomach collapses in and then expands out in time with his voice, only she pushes it farther than she's supposed to, bumping him with her body which leads to a quiet laugh as he kisses her again. “Lastly, Wanda," Vision holds her close, their foreheads touching as he talks, "squeeze your left thigh and curl your toes, then release.” Wanda sighs as she finishes the exercise, body sinking into the mattress, not because of grief anymore, but a sense serenity and contentment.

Several minutes pass in silence, only the slight buzz from the radiator and the even rhythm of Vision’s breathing filling the air around her with a pleasing warmth. Having allowed her time to bask in her relaxation, Vision tiptoes into his next comment, “I am sorry.”

“For what?”

He shifts slightly, the springs complaining until he settles, lips pursed and eyes twisting in anxiety, “That the day did not match your expectations.”

None of her beachy daydreams included this moment, this is undoubtedly true, yet Wanda finds herself content to be wrapped in his arms, cuddled close on a freezing day. “It’s not your fault, Vizh. The day wasn’t horrible.”

“Not horrible is a poor benchmark for a day when we get so few together.”

Wanda grins at him, freeing her left arm from his embrace enough to draw her hand down his face, watch as his eyes flutter shut at the touch. For all that she has lost, all that she will lose in the future, she’s overjoyed that amongst all of that she has found him. “Well, there’s still time for you to fix the radiator and slap on a speedo.” He kisses her, stifling her laugh and distracting her from the world and all its cruelties for just a bit longer.

*Dzień dobry: Good afternoon ** Dođi. Dođi, Wanda, otišli su: Come on. Come on Wanda, they’re gone. *** To je kesten: it’s chestnut!

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supernova1us · 6 years ago

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TFA-Transform and roll out(recast)

a fic based on the TFA opener but with the original planned cast, with red alert and hot shot replacing ratchet and bee.

Optimus prime sat at his command seat watching the old war historical documents, longing for the supposed glory they portrayed. Red alert, the slim red and white femme medic and second in command came up to stand behind him.

“sir, why do you insist on continuing to view outdated archives?” she asked calmly

“all the great autobot leaders learned from the past”

“but war time lessons are no longer needed. The great war has been over for centuries, and by the will of the all-spark, it will be the last one we see”

“but don’t you wish you were there, just a little? To see what it was really like? What the decepticons were really like?”

“I have learned all I need from studies, like you should have. And from what I’ve read of the decepticons, I’d say we’re better not knowing”

Red alert then directed optimus’ attention to the sight of the massive green autobot Bulkhead dangling from a cliff by his wrecking ball, shouting for help.

“at the moment though, I think your “soldier instincts” are needed elsewhere” she said dryly

Optimus huffed and they made their way to the cargo bay and exit ramp.

“I get it red alert, war is bad, but do you ever get the feeling that we’re programmed for more than just repairing space bridges?”

“I have a diagnostics program that erases those thoughts like a virus in a fire wall” she said with the slightest hint of sarcasm

Optimus huffed as they transformed and headed out onto the asteroid. The hard thing about having red alert around was how monotone she could be. It was so hard to tell when she was happy, serious or snarky. The only emotions she expressed normally were anger and annoyance, usually towards Hot Shot. Hot shot himself was hopping up the hill to try to free bulkhead, moving like a sleek blue, red and yellow streak.

“hurry up, I really hate heights” bulkhead whined

“calm down bulkhead, im working as fast as possible, and there is no bot faster than me, and you know it” he grinned

Hot shot produced his arm mounted flame throwers and shouted with excitement at unleashing a blast wave of flames on the rocks, or would have if he could produce any in the vacuum of space. Grunting at the realization, he started banging and stomping on the rocks to free the wrecking ball, rocking its owner around.

“oh, I think im going to blow a gasket”

“calm down and try to hold it in a little long…”

Suddenly the rocks cracked and broke apart and crumbled, sending both bots falling to the ground. After they landed on each other, optimus and red alert arrived and transformed. Red alert narrowed her eye with frustration at the sight of hot shot being dinged up and in need of repairs, again.

“alright, what seems to be the problem?” optimus asked rhetorically

“the problem? The problem is that we are stuck out in the middle of nowhere crushing rocks for outdated spce bridges!” hot shot snapped

“what I don’t get is why anyone would want to transport to this allspark forsaken sector” bulkhead added

“that isn’t the point bulkhead. We have a job to do here, and no problem is insurmountable with the right tool…and a little team work”

Optimus began chopping debris with his axe and encouraged the others to join in. bulkheads strength made crushing the rocks easy, though it was harder for hot shot to break them down, especially with his flame throwers so weak. Low level heat blast were however enough to weaken them enough to break down. Red alert, though thinking the task below her, also helped; laser blasts from her prosthetic hand to cut through them easily. Optimus suddenly realized that they were one crew member short.

“you to prowl…hey, where is prowl?’

Suddenly a shurikan whizzed by optimus to slice a nearby rock before returning to the hiding prowls hand. The aloof black and gold bot then stepped from the shadows.

“just have to know the weak spot” he said with a hint of condescension

“next time, might want to give us a little more waring” optimus cautioned with and edge

“that would just mess up my timing” prowl said dismissively

Red alert turned from the others only to look up to see a smiling bulkhead, only to turn in another direction, pretending to be adjusteing he rhand emblacement.She shook her head; the conflicting personalities of their crew were creating an unproductive and hostile working environment. This was far from the career she thought she would have.

Hot shot saw red alerts discomfort with the situation and, as always, decided to push her buttons.

“careful doc bot, if you frown any more your lower jaw is gonna detach” he smirked

She then produced a laser scalpel from her emplacement and leveled it with hotshots face.

“If that is the case then I will just have requisition your own” she said calm but in a threatening tone

“why is she so grumpy all the time?” bulkhead whispered

“you’d by grumpy to if you had one servo in the scrap heap” he smirked

Suddenly the taller femme was in his face and her tone far more harsh.

“I may have one servo in the scrap heap, but my audio receptors still work perfectly, and if you do not stop pushing me rookie, I will gladly disconnect your vocal processor” she scowled

Sensing the tension, optimus wanted to give his team something to focus on.

“ok, I know we’re stuck out here in the middle of nowhere on a thankless assignment, but remember, we’re all cogs in the great big autobot machine…”

“not this speech again” prowl moaned

He buried his face in his hand in annoyance. Hot shot was also more visually pained by the experience. Bulkhead and red alert where just as weary but where better at politely feigning interest.

“…a machine that’s stronger as a whole, than any one component part. Together, we can move montains”

The speech was punctuated by sudden rumpling of rocks around them and activation of the space bridge they were clearing. The blast of energy sent them and the debris flying in every direction.

“oh you sure have a way with words boss bot!” hot shot yelled as he tumbled away

In an impressive flurry of moves, prime utilized his axe and grappling hook to stop the debris, aid each of his team mates and shut down the space bridge. As the dust settled and the autobots picked themselves up, they were left in awe of the unassuming prime skills.

“impressive” prowl admitted as he shut bulkheads gaped jaw

“where’d you learn moves like that?” bulkhead asked

It was a question everyone was asking inside. Red alert was busy fixing hot shots damaged shoulder but turned away to glance at optimus, wanting to hear the answer as well.

“I trained at the autobot academy” optimus ashamedly admitted

Red alert stood and her eyes narrowed skeptically.

“so, what is an academy trained bot doing leading a mere maintenance crew?”

She felt a sting fury. As the medic, she had no knowledge of this about her commander.

“well, whats one of the best medics the autobots has ever seen her also”

Red alert was viably taken aback by his knowledge and forwardness in the question.

“ooo, burn. He got you good red. But for real boss bot, her, I don’t think so. The bed side manner is a little too rough around the edges. Let me guess prime, wash out? Yeah, me to. They said I had an issue with authority, and let’s face it, they were threatened by the up and coming Magnus I am…”

Hot shots yammering was only silenced when red alert clasped her hand tightly over his mouth. Optimus was suddenly drawn to an otherworldly light emanating from a rock. Against the advice of his crew, he cleaves it with his axe, revealing a strange glowing artifact.

“what is it?” bulkhead spoke up

“don’t know…maybe we should take it back to the ship so the doc bot can check it out”

No rebuttal or argument came from red alert, who just look at it completely astounded, almost mesmerized.

“red alert..?”

“telatraan 1 to optimus prime. Unidentified spacecraft entering this sector: Energy signature consistent with decepticon warship”

“decepticon, that must be a mistake. The decpeticons were destroyed centuries ago” optimus voiced

“Defeated in battle, not destroyed. An “academy bot” should know that prime. We should get back to the ship immediantly”

“but what is that thing?”

“I have a wild theory but we must secure it first”

Red alert quickly transformed and had the artifact loaded into her alt mode and sped off towards the ship, with the others following behind her. They quickly boarded their ship and made full speed away from the new ship. In the cargo bay the artifact was unloaded and red alert began examining it franticly.

“red alert, any idea what it is”

“you seem to be the historian prime, does the all-spark sound familiar”

“obviously. The most powerful energy source in the universe. It gave the spark of life to all cybertronian”

“every bot knows that story” bulkhead groaned

“yeah, along with spark eaters and were-turbo foxes” hot shot joked

“According to records, one of the main reasons the great war was won was by ensuring the all spark remained out of decepticon reach. It was reportedly sent through a spacebridge to be hidden in some unknown corner of the galaxy”

“incredible” optimus admitted

“so your saying we, of all bots in the universe, found the all spark?!” hot shot shook

“perhaps, it found us” optimus mused

“Unlikely, prime. It is merely and energy source of unknown magnitude, But I must admit I never thought I would ever see it. The research and knowledge I could gleam by examining it could be…”

“warning: spacecraft approaching. Positive identification as decepticon warship.

“it isn’t the only one that’s found us” prowl said dryly

The crew got to their bridge positions and made all speed for autobot controlled territory. Prowl checked the scanners for the persuing ship.

“it’s following us” he reported

“you desired to see the decepticons up close, well looks like you’ve gotten your wish” red alert said dryly

Optimus frowned at the statement, realizing the irony in the situation.

“yo, tell me this aint actually happening. We are not getting chased by decepticons. We’re just a maintenance crew” hot shot complained

“we cannot out run them forever, and any attempts at combat are astronomical” red alert commented

“not without back they aren’t. patch me through to cybertron command head quarters” optimus ordered

“wow, when you want back up you go straight to the top” bulkhead commented

Optimus smiled at the compliment, slightly savoring his memories in the original field. Red alert raised a skeptical brow, confused on how optimus could even have clearance to high command. The creen lit up with the large chin and blue armor of sentinel prime. Red alert was even more shocked, knowing vry well that sentinel was second in command of the elite guard.

“optimus prime, you mean they still let you command other autobots” sentinel smugly smiled

“don’t start sentinel, just put me through to altra magnus”

Red alert was surprised again, that optimus apparently knew sentinel personally, but also thinks he could talk to the supreme leader of the autobots simply by asking.

“now how could a third rate rock buster possibly merit the autobot supreme commanders attention?” sentinel said dismissively

Red alert and the others all frowned. Word was known that sentinel prime was an unlikable bot, but seeing his condescension first hand was fuel boiling. Hot shot frowned up at the prime, having had past experience with him, getting and itchy trigger finger with his flame throwers. However, optimus’ experience with the other prime was far more personal, and was having none of sentinel attitude under these circumstances.

“display cargo hold visual” optimus ordered

Red alert clicked few controls and a video feed was brought up for sentinel to see of the allspark. His look and temperament immediately changing, he casually patched them through. Red alert turned and gave optimus and approving smirk at his clever maneuvering. Suddenly and stern looking and aged blue bot appeared on the screen. His eye briefly glanced to register red alerts presence before focusing on optimus.

“ultra magnus here optimus, we’re tracking your decepticon signal; probably just a lost scout ship. Ever since we drove them off cybertron, the cons have been wondering the periphery. They’d never be so foolish as to invade autobot space. Still, I’m sending out a strike force to intercept if necessary. In the meantime, you and your bots just sit tight. And prime, don’t try to be a hero, it’s not in your programming” the commander finished his orders before the screen went black

“decepticons still on our tail and closing in fast” prowl reported from the scanners

“then were the flag are they?” hot shot pointed out

Getting antsy and a nervous feeling in his spark, optimus began typing orders into his control panel.

“telatraan 1, set a course for the nearest space bridge” he ordered

“but Ultra magnus said to sit tight” bulkhead questioned

“with all due respect, ultra magnus isn’t carrying the all spark”

Red alert couldn’t argue with the logic; sitting there would be poor solution in the circumstances. The ship did as commanded and came about quickly to head back to the space bridge they were previously dicked with.

“so, we’ll make a V line for the nearest space bridge and blast through whatever debris is in our way” he ordered

As they made their way through the thin asteroid field, their path was suddenly blocked as massive fearsome purple war ship rose to block them. Red alert qickly calculated that it appeared to be at least 50 times larger than their repair ship.

“uh, boss bot, I don’t think we can blast through that” bulkhead said nervously

“oh slag” hot shot squeaked

“I’ve never seen a decepticon ship up close” bulkhead added

“according to archives, none have and lived” red alert admitted with a bit of depression in her voice

Optimus scanned it and ran it through the information archives, and red alert leaned over to see his result.

“it’s a command ship, I recognize the markings from the history vids” optimus announced flatly

Red alert read the same description on his screen and turned to look at the enemy with visual distress

“megaron” she added in shock

“hooooo, hold an astro sec; megatron, as in the cruel and merciless decepticon leader? The bot they say is bigger than ultra magnus, that could single handedly destroy whole ships and city blocks. The megatron that is said to eat autobot protoforms for breakfast, that megatron?”

“yes. Though I do not put much faith in the protoform eating part” red alert said with a straight face

Hot shot scowled at her condescension; he hated being looked down on by other bots. The only bot he liked looking down at him was bulkhead, and that was only because he was taller than him.

“quit giving him a hard time doc” bulkhead voiced out

“and perhaps who should quit enabling his belligerent behavior” prowl turned to bulkhead

“enough arguing, all of you! We have a more serious situation here; why aren’t that attacking”

“there are any number of reasons or strategies. But, why are we not also mobile, should we not attmpt to flee or out maneuver them?” red alert asked

“if we do they will counter, but we will let them make the first move so we can counter. Always let your adversary be the first to make a mistake” he answered calmly

Clearly optimus’ time in the elite guard training had done more for his leadership skills than she had previously noticed. Suddenly one of the decepticon ships’ cannons trained on them and fired. Optimus ordered the ship to take evasive maneuvers and they dodged the blast. Red alert felt an increasing feeling of fear and fury rise in her. It was a decepticon booby trap in the last days of the war when she was a very young medic that had taken her original right hand. No she felt slight panic at being so close to such conflict again. Optimus fell on his command console and made an order that secretly surprised the medic.

“activate emergency defense system; codename: omega”

Red alert was shocked. Optimus’ knowledge of that part of the ship less so; he was the commander and likely knew of the ships history, but that he would actually attempt to activate it.

“im sorry; this function has been disabled in compliance with cybertrons ongoing efforts to conserve energon” telatraan 1 reported back

“what?!” optimus gasped

Another energy blast grazed the side of the ship and knocked the autobots about as the ship automatically swerved to avoid other attacks and rocketed past the larger vessel.

“we’re as good as dead aren’t we? Oh god this is it for us, for me”

Hot shot went into a brief panic, his wrist spouting flames as a sign of his distress. The calmed as they managed to pass the decepticons and get by them, the larger ship slowely following and continue to fire.

“was does it feel like they’re just toying with us?” hot shot asked

“all shots appear to be targeted to disable us, not destroy us, why? Red alert added

“because they want the allspark and don’t want to risk destroying it with us” optimus frowned

“warning: asteroid field. Initiated alternate route” the computer announced

“override” optimus ordered it

The ship continued its course, swerving all about to avoid he asteroids that the continued enemy fire simply shredded through. The decepticon ship sped up and came to briefly look over them, yet its laser blasts had stopped. Near the ships midsection a small space craft appeared and closed in on them. Optimus realized that it wasn’t a craft but an alternate mode. He knew from his studies that many of the decepticons had flight capabilities and alternate modes. Thye zzomed in on the object with their rear security cameras and suddenly saw it transform into a tall, bulky and fearsome grey bot. A large weapon, the legendary fusion cannon, sat on their arm and a cold scowl on his face when the image zoomed in.

“is that megatron?” optimus gasped

The shock and horror were shared by the whole crew.

“you never said he was so big” the already big bulkhead spoke up

“you never said he could fly” hot shot added

“technically, we didn’t say anything” red alert answered the comments

Megatron came by and zoomed past the side of their ship then vanished from view. The all braced yet no attack came

“huh, guess he wasn’t coming for us” bulkhead piped up

The ship was suddenly rocked from above. Megatron had perched atop their control room and was burning a hole through with his cannon.

“red, seal the hull breach. Prowl, hold the ship steady. Bulkhead, hot shot, guard the allspark. I’ll try to hold off megatron!”

“but we’re just a repair crew, we aren’t built for this kind of action!” hot shot shouted

“then consider this an upgrade” optimus answered

“that is not how upgrades work, just for the record” red alert spoke up

The younger bots ran off out of the room while the others did their jobs. Using a security cam for guidance, he took direct control of the hulls external arms and took hold of megatron himself, grabbling with him and attempting to prey him off the ship. There was a sudden a sudden massive external explosion that rocked the ship and sent everyone sprawling. The ship was badly damaged and sent into an uncontrolled dive towards the space bridge asteroid.

“warning: hull breach. Sealing hatches alpha, omega and epsilon” the computer reported

As the large smoking hole in the ceiling was sealed and extinguishers put out the flames, optimus struggled to see through the fading layer of smoke and get up and get to the controls.

“warning: planetary impact imminent” the computer came again

“go to manual override” optimus ordered

“can you do that?” prowl question

“all ships of this “make” do” red alert answered

A set of control handles released and optimus took hold of them, attempting to steady the ships plunge. He managed to pull up their trajectory and glide along the asteroid surface towards the space bridge. In the hold, bulkhead and hot shot began to panic as the all spark began to react and glow.

“what’s it doing, make it stop!” hot shot panicked

“whoa” was all bulkhead could say

Suddenly its energy burst out and enveloped the entire ship. The energy also surged forth and activated the space bridge, and in another burst of light the ship passed through it. After the light faded they autobots began recovering to see they had materialized over a moon that circled a green and blue planet.

“prowl, red alert, everyone alright? Bulkhead, hot shot, report”

Optimus did not see a large figure loom behind him until it took hold of him and pinned him against the wall; Megatron had survived and gotten through the hull breach. He was far more intimidating in person; dark grey and red colors, thick spiky armor built for combat and twice the size of optimus. His face bore burning red optics and a frown so grim it would give the necrobot chills. At closer inspection, the blast had destroyed most of his right arm, only his upper arm, stripped to its bare structure, remained.

“the all spark, where is it” he spoke in deep raspy voice like death

Prowl and red alert, overcoming their fear of the warlord, charged to tackle him. Prowl jumped onto his arm to try and get optimus free while red alert clung to his side and lasered him with her hand tool. The larger bot swung about, knocking them away. He pinned prowl under his foot while still holding optimus and held him against another wall.

“I grow impatient” megatron growled

Optimus shot his grabbling hook best them towards the control panel, switching a lever.

“artificial gravity diabled” the computer announced

They all began to float freely and with his massive size rendered moot, optimus managed to free himself and force megatron away.

“clever strategy prime, giving us more of an equal advantage” red alert commented

Megatron floated near the ceiling and jammed his arm nub into a gap in the metal to steady himself. Suddenly hot shot and bulkhead came floating intot he room

“hey, I’m a land bot not a flying bot, who turned off the hey…”

Hot shot twas then dinged from behind by the larger bulkhead.

“sorry, my bad” he groaned

Hot shot was sent spiraling out of control until he hit a surface; megatron large leg. The autobot car looked up to see the massive decepticon leader staring down at him.

“you cons are even creepier in person” he smirked

Megatron growled, not amused and past his boiling point, drew his sword from subspace and began slashing at the diminutive nescience.

“oh slag, scarier to! Someone help, im to good looking to be scrap!”

“everyone, get into position for a concentrated attack on my signal” optimus whispered

Prowl then whizzed past optimus in a solo attack on megatron.

“prowl no, wait for my signal!”

Optimus went to grab him but his hand passed through him; it was one pf prowls holograms. Meagtron did not know this though and slashed at the allusion and thus missed the real prowl attack him from behind. Prowl slashed with his shurikan, severing the nub that remained of megatrons damaged arm as well as his anchor from the gravity distortion. The decepticon leader roared in pain as he began to free float through the room.

“ok, the decoy was a nice touach, but once again, a little warning would’ve helped!” optimus groaned

Optimus was then bashed from behind by an out of control bulkhead

“would it kill you bots to say something like heads up or, I don’t know, watch out or…”

“incoming!” red alert yelled

She had grabbed the severed section of meagtron arm and hurled it back at him, knocking the decepticon back and into the control panel. This caused the engines to kick on and their ship drove towards the planet, heating as it entered the atmosphere. The forward thrust and sudden return of gravity sent the autobots slamming into the walls. Optimus however was sent sliding down the main corridor towards the cargo hold. Red alert saw that megatron followed after him. She knew he would need help and wanted to follow but had to ensure the others were alright first. It would take all of them to hold off megatron. Landing in the cargo hold, optimus had barely come to a hault when megatrons foot crushed down on his upper body. He looked up to see the warlord looming over him, sword in hand, so tall that his face looked as if it were in shadow.

“now bring me the all spark, and I may spare your miserable autobot lives” he sneered

Megatron brought his sword to cut through optimus, who blocked the blow with his axe. The struggled against each other’s strength until a bright light caught megatron attention. It was the all spark, the treasure of his millions of Steller cycles of searching. His foe distracted, optimus saw his chance and extended his axes handle to its limit, which managed to hit its target, the exit ramp control panel.

“docking tunnel deployed” the computer deployed

The tunnel extended out and opened, and a torrent of suction and pressure overwhelmed the room and the two bots were pulled out through the shaft. Optimus slowed his exit by digging his axe blade into the wall. Megatron had lost his sword and under threat of falling out, reached to grab at optimus to save himself. Knowing megaton would still be a threat to them all and the all spark, optimus knew what he had to do and forced the decepticon away with a hard kick. He heard the spark chilling roar megatron let out as he fell from the tunnel, super heating into a fatle projectile in the atmosphere. Optimus watched until the fiery form disappeared from sight and prayed it was the end of the enemy.

“telatraan 1, close docking bay” he ordered

“closing docking bay” I replied

As the bay shut and optimus freed his axe, he weakly made his way back to ensure the all spark was secure. Thankfully, it was safe and undamaged by the battle.

“optimus, do you read me?” red alert came over the coms

“im here red, what is it?”

“are you alright, where is meagtron?”

“gone. Whats the situation?”

“the ships out of control and caught in the planets gravity. We’re going down”

“ill be right there”

Optimus staggered back down the corridor towards the control room, getting banged around with the turbulence of their planetary entry.

“warning: planetary impact imminent” the computer reported

Optimus made it to the head when he saw from the view that time was short.

“everyone into the stasis pods” he ordered

Each of the other autobots made their way into their stasis pods, but hot shot spun around to see optimus wasn’t joining them.

“aren’t you coming boss bot?”

“not until I’ve steered us clear of this populated sector!”

He took hold of the controls and directed the ship over the alien buildings. The others looked to optimus until their pods closed and activated, sending them all into stasis. Finally, as the ship dropped lower and lower, optimus cleared the city and the ship was set to land in a large natural body of water. Satisfied that them and the natives were save, optimus locked the controls and rushed into his own stasis pod. The last sight he saw was the skim of water over the ship as it splashed down and sunk into the depths. He was left to wonder how long until telatraan 1 wound be able to reactivate them as everything went dark and he slipped into stasis.

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Illuminate - Research

Light painting is a creative use of long exposure techniques. To get a light painting picture all u have to do is open your camera shutter long enough to record the moving light sources as blurry streaks, a scene or object can be brought to life by painting with a beam of light .

During light painting, the camera will register the streaks from your light source backwards like a mirror image.

Finding an excellent location is crucial in light painting photography. If it’s too bright, it may drown out light painting. The best background should be dark enough to allow to use a shutter speed of up to thirty seconds.

Light painting is tricky because you don’t see what you’re doing until you finish taking the photo.

Equipment for light photography:

- Camera Body / Lenses ( You can use any type of lens that you like for light painting. A 50mm or even a regular kit lens will do fine in most situations. )

- Tripod - to avoid Camera Shake

- Shutter release

- Stop watch - you need it for timing your exposures

- Light source - it could be a cell phone, flashlights, lasers etc

( A friend is a great addition to a night of light painting! )

Camera settings for light painting:

Mode: Manual or bulb.

Shutter speed: 30 seconds.

F-stop or aperture: 8 or 10. Its best to start with f/8 because it’s wide enough to let enough light in and still maintain deep focus.

ISO: 100. The higher the value you choose, the more sensitive to light your camera will be. However, selecting a high ISO also introduces noise that can ruin your image.

Image quality - raw

Turn off any image stabilization (IS or VR) on your lens..

Light painting tips:

The most important one is to keep your light moving.

Don’t shine the light source back at the camera otherwise you will create a bright spot in the image.

Set your camera up on a tripod and take a few test shots.

Selecting a light source is important.

You can decrease the exposure by closing down the aperture

Use lots of different angles - don't be afraid to experiment

Different surfaces are going to react to light differently.

Light painting Photographers:

Simon Bond - Simon Bond is a creative photographer from the UK, but now based in Asia. He now educates people about his various photographic styles through blogging with Digital Photography School, Expert Photography, and his own website.

Simon’s 7 Killer Light Painting Tips

1. Choose the darkest location possible. This will make the effect of the light painting stronger. That might mean heading to a beach, or into the forest.

2. Preplan the direction of the light painting, and think about the shapes you wish to create.

3. Keep things simple. The light painting needs to form either a leading line into the frame, or a focus point in the frame. Avoid over cluttering the whole frame with light patterns.

4. Experiment before going out to shoot on location. The Pixelstick has many light pattern presets you can download from the company website. You can also vary the brightness of the stick, and how long the stick fires for.

5. Use varied exposure times. For more complicated patterns, exposing for 10 seconds or longer is needed. If you want to light paint with different setting in the same frame (say two different colours), then I’d suggest at least 20 seconds, perhaps even using bulb.

6. Shorter exposure times also work well. If you’re photographing with a model it’s better to keep to about 1 or 2 seconds, and keep the light painting patterns simple. A simple round circle spin takes around 1 second for instance.

7. Incorporate a flash. Longer exposures with a model are possible as well, though the model will have to sit very still. A combination of light painting and strobism is recommended, as the strobe will freeze the subject.

Using a flash to brighten your scene and subject can help create otherworldly images. Photo by Simon Bond.

Photo by Simon Bond. The play of light here reminds me at first glance of an angel's wings.

I think his pictures are a great example of light painting photography. They look almost like they were converted in Photoshop. Both photos were taken in the same place and arrangement.

Light painting artist Hannu Huhtamo has been light painting since 2008 but it was back in the 1990's when he shot his first light painting image.

Hannu Huhtamo‘s light painting is notable for many reasons, but perhaps one of the most impressive aspects of his work is his symmetry. His large body of work is filled with lush and mesmerizing flowers of light and glowing structures that put others to shame.

Photo by Hannu Huhtamo.

Work like Hannu’s truly shows the power and appeal of light painting. I really enjoyed watching his light painting photos.

Despite the fact that the first picture shows a seemingly boring arrangement of metal, the creator of this picture managed get an interesting light painting image by adding small lighting elements.

About the second picture I think that is interesting in itself, even without the element of light. The composition of this photo attracts attention as well as the object

Trevor Williams - he is a member of the Japan -based light painting group Fiz-iks. The attention he pays to his surroundings and the way he incorporates them often take his photos to the next level and is partially why his work is so notable.

I found him during the research and I liked his work, especially the photo below. The climate of the photo is amazing and also choice of location is interesting, the red light works perfectly with this place.

The way the light is created it makes a some kind of light cage around the character. I think we can interpret this as boundaries that people create for themselves, their comfort zone.

Photo by Trevor Williams.

Michael Ross is a briliant light painting photographer and his high concept photos are pulled off in a way that appears effortless, yet anyone who has tried their hand at light painting knows just how difficult some of his results are to come by.

His work reminds me of disco lights which is really cool.I think his concept of photos makes him stand out among other photographers.

Photo by Michael Ross.

I wonder what prompted the photographer to create this image and how it should be interpreted. I think it's beautiful that every potential recipient can interpret it in his unique way. For me it looks more like a spontaneous photo than a planned photo session.

Conclusion

Light painting photography is a fun way to teach yourself about how a camera works and also is an excellent way to get creative with night photography.

Few useful videos foe beginner in light painting photography which I found on Youtube

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