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hansoulo · 4 years ago

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ain’t it a gentle sound (the rolling in the graves) - pt. 6

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo/f!Reader

Warnings: tiny mention of canon-typical violence, fluff!!!! wow imagine that

Word Count: 1.15k

Gif Credit: x by @bobafvtt who is an angel baby that feeds my carrillo addiction

A/N: the ending of this timeline!!! not to worry tho more shall come soon 🤡also ive had “i really like you” by carly rae jepsen stuck in my head since i started this stupid thing and now u all finally get to see why

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You looked beautiful when you slept. You always looked beautiful, it didn't really matter when or how or where, but here - in his bed under morning light - you were iridescent. He’d spend hours looking at you if you let him, mapping out every expanse of your skin until he was dizzy with it. With you. Everything with you is softer around the edges, backlight and glowing from the inside out until the entire world is tinged sunburst yellow. Before he had to leave and it was painted scarlet again.

Horacio didn’t want to think about that now, though. It was Saturday morning on a summer day and your arms were slung around his neck. Everything else could wait.

You moved your head from the pillow beside him to rest on his chest, eyes flirting with the idea of opening. Not yet, please. Let me look a little longer.

“What time is it?” you mumbled, slurring and quiet. Your eyelashes brushed his collarbones as you looked up, heavy-lidded and slow. His hands left your waist to cup at your cheeks, fingers skimming sandpaper-light as they smoothed away the furrow of your brow.

“It’s still early,” he assured you, tracing the shell of your ear. “Go back to sleep.” You nodded, your head a dead weight on your neck as you settled.

Your tone was humorous when you met him with a mock salute, whispered and apparently oblivious to the way he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the words. “Yes, sir.”

⫸ ——– ⫷

“Horacio” you spoke into the pillows, muffled by down and cotton. Turning to face him, you were met with the sight of his bare back, rising slowly as he slept. “Isabella’s crying.”

He made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat, the muscles in his shoulders rippling as he shifted. Snorting slightly at the sight of his bedhead, you contemplated the idea of grabbing a camera before getting up, your legs meeting the slight residual chill of morning air when you lifted the covers. The clock on his bedside table read just past six and you groaned, rubbing at your eyes with a sluggish hand as you walked towards the door. Twenty minutes later she was changed and sated, sleeping quietly again for what you hoped would be at least another two hours. Don’t jinx it.

Your bare feet met the cold tile of his kitchen floor as you stepped forward, mind still fogged over and molasses sticky. You could walk around his apartment with your eyes closed, though, so you weren’t too worried.

Coffee would be nice. Yes. Coffee. Motions slow and rehearsed, you opened the cabinet to bring out the mug with the chipped lip, white china smooth against your hands except for the single grained slope that had worn duller after years of rubbing touch. You leaned against the counter as you waited for the pot to fill, the rough granite pushing into your hip but doing little to wake you any further. The mug was filled shortly after and you forgoed any cream or milk, remembering how he only put in ungodly amounts of sugar. You took a hesitant sip, wincing at the heat and bitterness that stuck waxy to the roof of your mouth. You’d make another cup later. He could keep this one.

Setting the mug down on the small stand beside Horacio’s bed, you looked down at him. He looked handsome when he slept. Younger. Less stern, less hard and commanding the way you knew he could be but chose to quell. (Around you, anyway.) You brushed back the hair curling short on his forehead, biting down on your lip to resist the urge to grin like some love-sick teenager. It would be a little fitting, though. Love-sick. Drunk on it. A thing innocent but still shadowed, pressed down on all sides and smothering sweet. Like the faint trailing of a melody, echoing discordant on its reverb.

You lay back down, allowing yourself to be swallowed by the morning sun.

⫸ ——– ⫷

“Are we still just friends?” you teased, your fingers tracing mindless circles across his stomach. A kiss was placed at the crown of your head, slightly chapped.

“I don’t think we ever were just friends,” Horacio said with a small laugh, the words tickling and making you squirm. Humming quietly, you nodded.

“I guess not,” you agreed, shifting on the bed so you could turn and face him. “After all, I don’t think friends do this,” you said as your mouth scraped the stubble of his cheek, drawing out a small huff that fanned over your face. “Or this,” and you let it trail down to the curve of his jaw, the faint taste of salt sticking onto the dull grooves of your teeth.

You were gentle with it - with this broad, carved man that allowed your curiosities - light and saccharine to make up for all the time you had spent waiting, denying yourself of things readily given - a penance made all the more torturous by the cruelty of its beauty. But you were your own god now. “Or this,” you whispered as you finally reached his mouth.

Horacio’s chin dipped down, eyes tracing the swollen flesh of your lips as the pad of his thumb did the same.

You didn’t really believe in destiny but if it meant this, if it meant him, it was suddenly something more tangible. A body you could hold, arms that you knew would open, something that had somehow - slowly and without warning or notice - turned into someone.

“I like you,” you breathed.

“I like you, too.”

“No, I-,” you said a bit desperately, pleading. The words were hot honey in your mouth, dragged and longing for a thing you already had but were terrified of losing. “I really, really like you.” His small chuckle seeped through your hair, broad arms encircling your waist and pulling you in tighter. Lips met your temple, firm but still tender.

You pushed up from where you lay on the bed, hands splayed across his chest to steady yourself as you looked at the man beneath you. The words you had yet to say hung suspended in the air, enveloping the room in a hazy, gaseous thing that tasted bitter, a bit like almonds and copper, in the back of your throat. You leaned down, gulping air with another press of your mouth against his, open and slotting easy. It was deeper this time - insistent and repeating all the things you both already took as gospel. I love you. I love you. I love you.

You pulled back, shared breaths falling in tandem between two beating chests. Your voice was quiet.

“I love you.”

“I know,” he smiled, a hand coming to cup the nape of your neck, guiding your head down until his lips ghosted across the bow of your mouth, heady smoke and sandalwood exhales prompting your eyes to close. “I love you, too.”

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quentinblack · 4 years ago

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Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 5: Andromeda II - Wotcher! (link to full story on FF.net)

Featuring: Andromeda Black and Ted Tonks

Word Count: 3.5K words

Warnings: References to Abortion and Drugs

The foul stench of warm beer engulfed Andromeda as she made her way into the dingy lit pub. It was awfully humid at the best of times, but in the July heat it was unbearable. The Leaky Cauldron was more or less empty, save for a few middle-aged wizards who she expected scarcely left the place. The barkeep nodded in acknowledgement at her.

“What can I get ya?” he asked, as he smiled Andromeda noticed that more than a few of his teeth were missing.

“Oh. Sorry. I am just meeting a friend-

“JUST MEETING A FRIEND?!”

Ted’s booming voice gave her a shock. She hadn’t noticed him at all when she’d walked in. Andromeda absent-mindedly reached to sort out her hair, but then she stopped herself when she noticed what she was doing.

“Sorry Quincy, won’t be stopping for a drink today,” Ted said to the landlord. “Make sure you save some of that Weizenbier though. I’ll be back in with Dirk next week no doubt!”

“Look forward to seeing you, Ted. Can’t promise I’ll still have any left tho’, popular stuff that, them Bavarian goblins sure know how to brew a beer!”

“That they do,” Ted quipped, as he reached out for Andromeda’s hand.

“Come on, ‘Dromeda, not got all day,” he said as he guided her towards the exit that faced into the muggle street.

“I am still not sure that I approve of that nickname,” Andromeda noted to him.

“Well I’m not sure that I approve of that purple cloak you’ve got on!” he cracked back at her. “You can’t go prancing around Southend in that in the dead of summer!”

Andromeda’s heart stopped.

“But you said…you promised that you would bring me a muggle dress to wear, Ted!”

She couldn’t believe it. She was going to look like an absolute idiot. The muggles would all be staring at her.

“Oh bugger! I did, didn’t I?” Ted said as a very serious and guilty look swamped his face.

Andromeda was crestfallen. It was the first time she was going to meet Ted’s parents and she was so very desperate to make a good first impression.

“I will look like such a fool, Ted.”

“You would indeed… it’s just as well I didn’t forget to bring you a dress then, isn’t it?” he chortled, before laughing loudly at her.

Andromeda felt her blood boiling. She hit him playfully on the arm over his denim jacket.

“Ted Tonks! You are such a... such a…

“Devilishly good looking quick-witted chap?” he quipped, before grabbing her gently by the waist as she went to hit him again. She saw his green eyes smiling at her, before he closed them and kissed her softly on the lips like he’d done on many occasions over the last few months.

“I was going to say scoundrel,” she said at the end of their brief embrace.

“Scoundrel’s good too,” Ted replied with a grin on his face, before he began crossing the road.

“Where are you… that sign over there says the nearest train station is that way. I thought you said that we were going to get there the muggle way?” Andromeda asked, pointing in the complete opposite way to where Ted had begun walking.

Ted smirked.

“We are getting there the muggle way. No trains though!” he said, as he continued to stroll down the street, before stopping abruptly in-front of a red car. He slapped his hand on the bonnet. “What’d you reckon then, Drom? Nice motor, ain’t it?”

Andromeda felt a lump in her throat. “You. You cannot mean that… that

“Ford Cortina Mark II. Finest piece of totty to ever come out ah’ Dagenham. Brand new. Or so me old man said. Surprise present for me 17th birthday. I told him not to of course. Soon enough be able to apparate everywhere anyway, but he insisted on getting me a car. Could hardly turn him down could I?”

Ted reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of keys, then put them into the door on the left hand side and opened it, indicating for her to get in.

“Come on, ‘Dromeda. I told Mum and Dad we’d be there at one!”

“But Ted. Travelling by train is one thing, but in a… in a car?”

“You’re not scared are ya?!” he asked incredulously. She was. She was very scared indeed.

She had read all about the muggle contraptions which were widely considered death-traps with wheels. The Daily Prophet was always reporting on new stories of witches and wizards narrowly avoiding getting run over and such forth. Muggles were awful at driving them, far worse than even the clumsiest of broom riders or carpet flyers – and there was a flying carpet crash or incident at least once a fortnight. In some circles there were even murmurs that the Ministry should put an outright ban on them.

“You’re welcome to get the train if you want, love. Good luck getting there without me though!”

Andromeda huffed and puffed, but eventually relented and got in the passenger side. The inside of the car was one of the most confusing things she had ever encountered. There must have been almost a dozen different nobbles in the car, with numerous symbols and numbers that made absolutely no sense to her whatsoever.

Ted got in on the driver’s side and after a brief look at a map he revved the engine, thus beginning her first of many forays in muggle vehicles.

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Andromeda was starting to regret her decision not to just get changed in the back of Ted’s car – he had promised to get out and not to look and it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, but she felt embarrassed getting undressed in the back seat of a car.

The smell of fried meat and pancakes wafted in from the Little Chef restaurant and flooded the humid cubicle. It was one of those moments where you questioned everything that had happened in your life to lead up to that moment. She was getting changed into a loud muggle dress in a dingy toilet cubicle in a muggle service station, which was a weird sort of complex of petrol stations, toilets and restaurants which were strategically stationed at various parts of the muggle motorways.

It seemed quite sad that such was the struggle of transportation for muggles - that whole businesses operated around them having to stop for food or toilet breaks in the middle of travelling somewhere. You didn’t need to stop for a toilet break when getting a port key or using the Floo network – that’s for sure!

Andromeda opened the door after squeezing into the dress and stared at herself in the mirror by the sinks. It was almost like an out of body experience. She was certain that the person looking back at her was herself, but at the same time she knew that it simply couldn’t be. The muggle dress that Ted had picked out for her to wear made her look, well, like a muggle.

The dress, which Ted had quipped was “Slytherin green” was in-fact a much brighter green than Salazar’s favoured dark emerald. It was a very bright green, like the zest of a lime, with a bright white trim around the collar and the bottom of the sleeves – it almost made her feel like a key-lime pie. It was a far brighter shade of fabric than Andromeda would ever willingly wear, but perhaps what was the most disconcerting was how short a cut the dress was. It fell a few inches above her knee, which, especially given her lack of tights, by her Mother’s strict standards was nothing short of scandalous.

She stared into the mirror expecting, or maybe just hoping that eventually she would feel a bit better about herself, when suddenly a stranger tapped her on the shoulder.

“Oh my god I love your dress, hun! You look rocking, girl! Where did you get it?” said the muggle woman, who Andromeda guessed was roughly her own age, if not a few years older. She had fair skin, with even fairer hair and was wearing the wackiest dress Andromeda had ever seen. It was purple, but it was also orange and red and yellow – it was enough to give you a headache just looking at it.

“Sorry I err… it was a present, from a friend, you see,” Andromeda said nervously, wondering what her Mother would think if she knew she was talking to not just a muggle-born wizard, but a proper full-on muggle girl.

“Ah, well you tell that friend they have great taste! Say, sorry if I’m wrong, but you look fairly liberal with a dress that short. Here, take a flyer!”

Andromeda took the leaflet, mumbled a slight thanks and looked down and it as the stranger scurried away.

OUR BODY – OUR CHOICE!

On the 27th October our elected politicians will make a decision on whether WE have the right to legal abortion.

We’re marching in London on SUNDAY JULY 30TH

Will you be there? Remember – WE SPOKE out about the right to contraception and THEY HAD to listen!

Make sure YOUR VOICE IS HEARD!

Andromeda really wasn’t sure on what the general consensus of contraception and abortions was in muggle quarters.

Contraception was easy enough – it was a simple spell that was readily available and easy to learn for any teenage wizard worth his salt. It had been around for centuries and whilst it was a little controversial – the vast majority of the pureblood men and politicians who opposed it were all likely using it and cheating on their wives anyway.

Abortion though, well, it was fair to say that certainly was a bit of a taboo subject in the Wizarding world, especially among pureblood families.

It was quite difficult for a lot of pure-bloods to get pregnant in the first place these days, which her mother put down to inbreeding – and in years gone by she had never missed an opportunity to make snide remarks about her sister-in-law, their Aunt Walburga, who had married her cousin, Uncle Orion.

In the more recent history however, her Mother liked to keep a low profile at Black family gatherings. It was one thing to have married your cousin, but it was another thing altogether to have the shame of your firstborn daughter having an abortion at 16.

It was never publicly revealed which Slytherin boy had impregnated her sister, but Andromeda certainly had a few candidates in mind. It was probably Yaxley – that was certainly the most popular rumour, but there was no guarantee that it wasn’t Lucius or even Thorfinn Rowle.

Andromeda even suspected that such was Bellatix’s promiscuity that perhaps even she herself did not know who it had been. But what she had known was fury like nothing she had seen before. Their mother had been incredulous – and their father, well, Andromeda had never before seen him so disgusted at someone who wasn’t a muggle or a blood traitor.

“Wow! Look at you! Barely even recognized you and what’s that, have you grown legs? Consider me impressed,” said Ted, as he smirked. He hid it well, but Andromeda did not fail to notice his eyes lingering on her legs for longer than a momentary glance.

“I shall take that as a compliment,” Andromeda said, biting her lip as she got back into the car.

“Imagine what your family would say if they could see you right now! Where did you tell them you were going today?” Ted asked as he drank from his bottle of Tizer.

“I told Mother I was meeting a friend, not a lie by any means. I told Cissy where I was really going and who I was really meeting though of course.”

“You’re gonna be in the right shit if you ever fall out with her! The stuff she’s got on you…”

“Why would we ever fall out? She is my little sister! We tell each other everything Ted, we always have done. You know what Bellatrix is like. Cissy and I always had to stick together! I am not sure that she entirely approves of our err… courting… but she would never tell Mother, Father or Bellatrix about it. Besides, like I said, she tells me everything too. I know all about her little love affair with Fabian Prewett.”

“Well, if you’re sure you can trust her,” Ted said nonchalantly as he turned on the car radio and flickered around with it a bit.

A slow, brooding guitar melody got under way, before the thundering sound of crashing upbeat drums kicked in.

“Well that’s ironic. Fitting song for us, I reckon,” Ted remarked.

I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK

I SEE THE GIRLS WALK BY DRESSED IN THEIR SUMMER CLOTHES

I HAVE TO TURN MY HEAD UNTIL MY DARKNESS GOES

“Cracking band, The Stones,” he said, strumming one hand on the dashboard. “Got nicked on drugs charges the other week too, helluva story that. Imagine that. Laying in ya’ cell and Keith Richards and Mick bloody Jagger walk in. Christ.”

“Drugs charges?” Andromeda asked. “I do not understand.”

“Drugs are illegal substances. You can get arrested for buying or selling them on. Not too sure I can think of a wizarding equivalent.”

“What do these drugs do exactly if they are illegal?”

“Well, some of them are a bit like alcohol I s’pose. Bring you up, take you down. You know liquid luck, right?”

“Well, I have read about it, yes.”

“Yeah, exactly, read about it. Incredibly rare. Incredibly expensive stuff. Even a posh young witch like you’s nevva come by any…”

Andromeda flushed slightly at being called a “posh” witch.

“Right so with these drugs though, you can get a similar experience to Liquid Luck for what the average man earns in a few hours work. A lot of people just do them casually for a bit of fun now and then, but some people get proper addicted to some of them. End up ruining their lives over ‘em.”

“Oh. That sounds awful,” sighed Andromeda.

“Yeah,” agreed Ted. “But the old bill only went and busted Keith’s gaff didn’t they? They turned up at the house and found everyone high as a kite! Caught Jagger with a bit of speed, not that bad really. Charged Keith for letting people smoke cannabis in his house, what a load of nonsense. Harmless stuff that is” he said, shaking his head and looking annoyed, then he started laughing. “That’s not the best bit though! You know how the plod reckon they know they were all high? Well, they reckon that Jagger’s missus was wearing nothing but a fur rug when they turned up. A fur rug, ha-ha can you imagine them walking in and finding that?”

“That does sound like quite the shock. That poor girl,”

“They’ve got to be careful though, they have. Newspaper reckons that one of the other guys there, not in the band, just some random toff, well they reckon this bloke had a load of heroin on him. That’s proper dodgy stuff that is.”

“It is?” Andromeda asked curiously. “What is it?”

“Proper nasty stuff. One of the most addictive drugs out there. You ever see a homeless person off their rocker, they’re probably on smack. Ruins lives that stuff does. You get someone hooked on that – they’ll do just about anything for you to get another hit of it.”

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Southend High Street was in many ways much like Diagon Alley. There was a vast array of smells, sounds and sights to ensnare one’s senses, with an endless stream of adults and children alike bustling around all of the shops. Whilst it was alike in that sort of sense – it was also in just as many ways completely different, it was almost like being on another planet, such was the contrast.

“There ya go!” Ted said, as he thrust a strange, yellow ice cream which had what looked almost like a little brown stick pointing out of the middle into her hand.

“Thank you, but err, what is it may I ask?” she enquired.

“That is the finest ice cream you’ll get in the country, love. Lemon ice. It’s sort of like a mixture between ice cream and sorbet. Rossi’s finest! With a chocolate flake, Cadbury’s of course! No idea why they call it a 99 though, they’re only a half crown each. Could buy like 8 of them for a pound.”

Andromeda took a slight lick, then a nibble and she did have to admit it was very nice indeed, although in the summer heat she found it was melting rather rapidly.

“I will never understand muggle money,” she sighed.

“Probably for the best anyway. Rumour is they’re getting rid of half crowns soon anyway! Mental if you ask me,” he snorted indignantly.

“Right well,” he pondered whilst looking out into the crowd of people ahead of them, whilst intermittently slurping big chunks of his own lemon ice. “Dad said they’d meet us outside Keddies at 1 o clock. Now by my watch that should be just about…

“Wotcher!”

Andromeda jumped slightly as Ted’s father popped out from out of nowhere and slapped his hand on Ted’s shoulder. He was slightly shorter than his son, as well as slightly rounder, but there was certainly a strong resemblance there. At a guess she would have said he was about 40.

“Alright, Dad!” Ted hollered, as he embraced his father warmly, being careful not to spill any of his ice cream on his father’s shirt. Andromeda had now spotted a slightly younger and slightly slender looking women, with dark brown hair standing alongside Ted’s father, who she assumed was Ted’s mother.

“Mum, Dad, meet Andromeda…”

“Wotcher,” his Dad said to Andromeda, as he pulled out his big hand and gave hers a firm shake. Andomeda offered a faint hello in reply. “Robert Tonks. But everyone calls me Bobby. This is my wife, Agata…”

“It is pleasure to meet you, Andromeda,” she said, in a vaguely Eastern European accent that Andromeda could not quite pick out.

“Teddy has told us so much about you. You are even more beautiful than he said you were.”

Andromeda flushed slightly at the thought of him telling his parents that he thought she was beautiful. She had to think fast to deflect away from it.

“Teddy?” Andromeda asked sarcastically at Ted. She had never heard of him being used by that name before. He blushed slightly. Ted’s father ushered them to start walking north and they continued their conversation as they trekked through the high-street.

“I call him Teddy ever since he was little boy. He was Mummy’s little teddy bear,” Agata teased gently. Ted shot her a hideous look filled with embarrassment.

“Oh don’t you worry, Andromeda. I’m sure there’s plenty more he’s kept quiet from you. We’ll fill you in on all of the secrets!” Robert said, winking once at Andromeda and then at Ted, who shot him a look that was halfway between anger and fear. “I hope that ice cream’s all you’ve eaten, Ted. Corr. Me and your mother taking you out for lunch with your missus and you’re on the ice creams already! What are ya like ehh, son?”

“You know what they say, Dad. Like father, like son!” Ted shot back.

“You calling your old man fat?” Robert scoffed incredulously.

“I’m not callin’ you skinny!” Ted joked.

“Bloody cheek! ‘Ere Andromeda he’s only showing off cause you’re here. Bet your parents don’t let you talk back to them like that, ehh?” Robert said, sneering at his son.

“Well… err no. Not quite,” she replied.

Ted and his father seemed to be exchanging in good natured banter, not uncommon to see between fellow pureblood students, but the idea of a parent and son or daughter talking to each other like that was a very alien concept to her. The Black family were all about respect, well, when Bellatrix wasn’t involved she supposed.

“Do you like seafood, Andromeda?” Agata asked her.

“Yes, I do quite like fish I suppose,” Andromeda replied politely.

“Well that is perfect. We take you to best seafood restaurant in all of Southend,” Ted’s mother said proudly, as they finally reached the end of the high-street and caught a glimpse of the sea-front. The tide was in and the crisp, blue waves were shining in the distance.

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kpopseregi · 5 years ago

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flowergirl. Chapter 2

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link to chap 1 -- ( flowergirl. Chap.1 )

* flowergirl. Chap. 2

Genre : Soulmate AU

Pairing : Yunho X Reader / Woosan / Seongjoong

Warning : none except light curse words.

Recommended playlist : Talk To Me- Red Velvet

Words : 1.7k+

The morning came. Yunho has never been so energized like that in his whole life. Even if it just for a moment, it’s already been a colorful life for Yunho’s. Just imagine if they were together. Ah, what a heaven. *RINGSS RINGSS* (sorry im bad at imitating those alarm clocks TT) Shit, he was running late, Hongjoong gonna spank his sorry ass. (He likes it tho :p) He wear his usual boyfriend’s look, to impress his soulmate, Nana. Speaking of her, he curious about that Wooyoung guy. Was he her’s boyfriend? Please no. He waited for her long enough. Damn it! Another daydreaming. He gasped after looking at his watch and races to the door.

He arrived at Hongjoong’s place in 10 minutes with hope that he is not going to get killed by that tiny boss. Just his luck, Hongjoong was also running late. “Ayy lover boy, come here, I need you to arrange what Hongjoong has extracted 2 months ago.” Mingi smirked. Yunho was flustered. “What lover? You’re wish.” Too late, San has already informed everybody. As expected, Reporter Choi San doing his duty. Well,this is a big news as Yunho never has a girlfriend despite all his friend has one before encountered their respectful soulmate. ‘Saying about being loyal.’ Mingi shrugged. Heck! Even clumsy Mingi had ten and more before he met Aisha. Ehem.... for some experience. Damn, that tall girl already dominated Mingi’s little princess heart with her boyish charm. Blessed with great figure and athletic abilities, Mingi was so damn grateful. Suddenly...

*BANG* As they were about to do some work, Hongjoong slammed the door. Poor those big babies almost has mini heart attack. ‘Well,his expressions doesn’t seem that great’ Mingi and Yunho exchanged looks and thinking the same thing. (plot twist:real soulmate -.-). “Do I looks like someone who would cheat to you?!” That tiny man ask both of them. They just shakes their head. “Right!? How the hell he get that idea that I would cheat with my customers? How the hell did he even become my soulmate? Aren’t soulmate SUPPOSED to trust and understand each other? Why the hell this world has this soulmate thingy? I should just live in somebody’s pocket,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Then he slammed his workroom door. Poor doors.

“I didn’t even know Hongjoong have soulmate?” Yunho asked Mingi. “Well, how the hell you would know? They broke up just before you came on your first day. That’s why Hongjoong was a bit mean when he interviewed you. But don’t worry, deep down, he is a kind man. Damn, I cringed at that.” Mingi and Yunho laughed. “But... aren’t you supposed to stay with your soulmate through thick and thin?” Mingi just sighed. “It’s the couple decision to break up or to stay. But in returns, your heart is the one suffering. So it’s better to treat your soulmate well.” Yunho smiled. “Nice words, clumsy Mingi.” Mingi grinned.

The bell rings to indicate new customer has come in. Yunho was about to greet the customer but the customer has backhugged him. He blinked. “Umm... who are you?” Yunho’s heart started to race, this time it’s not that ‘crush-looking-at-you’ kind but ‘shit-is-that-a-burglar?’ kind. “It’s me bro!” San yelled excitedly. Yunho sighed. “Bro you scared me!” Yunho whined. San actually was on his morning break to grab some coffee after his morning weather forecast news but decided to hang out at Hongjoong”s shop instead. “How’s my big babie Mingi doing?” Mingi popped his head from the store room. “Doing well Sannie! Aisha surprised me with a private event last night for our 2nd anniversary.” Mingi excitedly share his story with a dreamy face. San nods. “And you Yunho?” Yunho sighs. “Hopefully I can meet her today tho.” He pouts. “Where is that exactly?” Yunho just shrugged his shoulders. “I met her at the alleyway that goes straight to P.S flower shop.” San squints his eyes. “Is that what I think I heard? She has connection with Park Seonghwa then?” San mumbled. “What?” Yunho asks in curiosity. “Nothing! Oh, look at the time! Chief Kim gonna search for me, take care guys!” San headed toward the door. Yunho and Mingi just waves to his back.

“Yah Nana, look at meeeee!” Wooyoung stomped his foot. “Shut the f up Wooyoung. You know I can’t even look at myself.” Wooyoung suddenly looked guilty. Yeosang nudged him. “Why the hell you said that?” “Sorry! I’m not used to it!” Wooyoung whisper-yelled at Yeosang. “You know she was sensitive about it right? Even she’s pretending like it was nothing.” Wooyoung just sadly stares at her. Yes, even if she was not perfect, Wooyoung still likes her. “Wooyoung, I know you’re staring at me.” Wooyoung just looked away. “When did I do that? You’re mistaken, sis.” Nana rolled her eyes. “BRO, YOU LITERALLY DID THAT WHEN YOU FEEL SAD OR GUILTY ABOUT SOMETHING, I KNOW YOU LIKE THE BACK OF MY HANDS.”

Wooyoung was startled. “How did you know that?” Wooyoung asked. “Let’s say I use my other sense better after I lost my eyes. Call that intuition. And bro, we literally grew up together.” Suddenly, Yeosang starts to speak, “If you didn’t butt in someone’s business, you probably can still see us you know.” Wooyoung kicked Yeosang’s legs. “Yeosang-ah, don’t be mean!” “What, I speak the facts only.” Yeosang shrugs. Nana bit her lips. “If you didn’t like befriend with someone who likes to butt in someone’s shit, then don’t.” She left the table. “Sorry Yeo, but you’re being a dick. Wait Nana!” Wooyoung chases after Nana. “I don’t like to befriend with a stupid whose slow with his love life either.” Yeosang sips his tea.

Nana arrived at the rooftop of her school. Wooyoung quietly closes the door. “Am I being stupid Wooyoung?” Wooyoung shakes his head, ah, he forgot Nana can’t see him. “Nope, no at all, Nana.” “I didn’t even asked to be blind! I never thought it would backfires on me! If only... “ Nana sobbed. Wooyoung hugged her. “No, Park Nana. You did the right thing. You do know that God help someone who helps other people right?” Nana nodded. “Good, and you know Yeosang didn’t mean what he said right? He just worried like me and Seonghwa after the news. He is the one who panicked the most you know? Saying things such as ‘Wooyoung if something happens to my baby while you’re slow driving right now,you’re dead.’ He cares about you like a lot.” Wooyoung shuddered.

“Okay, I should probably search for him.” Nana seems a bit touched and pulled back. Wooyoung saw the snorts attached to his uniform but didn’t say anything. “Sorry for that Wooyoung, to watching me crying my ugly ass” Wooyoung shakes his head. “As long as my princess happy.” Nana smiled. The nickname he used on her still used till today. Strangely, they’ve never fight. Just annoying here and there, mainly Wooyoung started it tho. This special bond they’ve shared till this day never failed to amazed them.

They went back into the class. Other students badmouthing Nana right in front of her as they were jealous with how beautiful and smart Nana is before that accident happens. The badmouthing now has worsen since Nana became blind, saying she’s an attention seeker. And Nana just start loosing her confidence. Before, she would retort to those rumors strongly but now she’s scared they will be worsen and she can’t protect herself if Wooyoung and Yeosang were not around. But when Wooyoung came, they changed their attitude. Yeosang can’t stand this kind of behavior. “Hey you bitch one and bitch two. Stand up.” The girls who were badmouthing Nana stands up instantly. If Nana was a gun, Yeosang was a bazooka. That kid never losing a verbal fight even once in his life. Straight up burn everyone with his words alone.

“Wooyoung and me didn’t fail our last year final exam on purpose and retake this year just to hear you bullying Nana. Your face doesn’t get approved even if you just wished to be our girlfriends. Even a tons of make up and plastic surgeries will not cover your ugliness because that comes from your heart. Yet you call an ulzzang and natural face like her an ugly woman? Apologize.” The girls were speechless and stuttered but before Yeosang could raise his voice, Nana grabbed his arm. “That’s enough, let’s go Yeosangie.” Yeosang just let her drag him away to their seat. Just in time, the teacher came in and the class starts. “I’m sorry for earlier Yeosangie.” Yeosang just smiled and patted her head.

After the school ends, Nana went straight up to Seonghwa’s flower shop. She called for her brother, well, no one is answering. But, after a while, her heart started to beat fast. ‘Shit,not this again.’ She quickly went to hide behind the counter. The door’s bell were ringing and someone sounds breathless as if they just ran. ‘Fuck, I’m not ready to meet him yet!’ “You’re here right? And you can feel it too. Please, I’ve been waiting to get to know you..” Nana’s heart just a bit melted by his sweet voice. “Sorry, but I’m not ready to meet you yet. If you were willing, can we just exchanges name for today? We can take it slow.” As long as that is what his soulmate wants, Yunho obligated. Even if he’s already know what was her name. (Doesn’t want to sound like a stalker~) “My name is Jeong Yunho, and I’m waited for 20 years to serve my beautiful soulmate.” He said it so cheesily that Nana starts to blush. “My name is Nana, I’m sorry but I don’t want you to see me in this condition right now. Can you please leave? You can come when I’m stabilized myself tomorrow.” Yunho just confused and agreed with it as he doesn’t want to come off as pushy soulmate in their first meeting. After he left, Nana released her breath. She didn’t even realised she was holding her breath this whole time. But, she kind of wondering, what kind of face does he has? Dog-like? Cat-like? Doesn’t matter, she can’t see them anyways.

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sassysweetcollegegirls · 6 years ago

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The thing about Loving you pt2

Lance woke up his head was pounding and his eyes felt like they had been dunked in sand and put back in his head to see what stuck. The light was different and he had to rub his eyes and squint to realize the blinds were closed and he wasn’t in his bed.

Lance bolted upright trying not to panic as he clutched a blue knit blanket to his chest and looked around him. The room he was in was bare aside from a single small photo on one wall with a door to the bathroom that was shut and a white dresser and was that a dog bed? Lance was lost the last thing he remembered was being at the welcoming party and drinking strawberry wine with Kincaid...But Kincaid didn’t have a dog did he? Then an even worse thought struck Lance.

He closed his eyes before lifting the blankets up to see if he was wearing clothes. To his surprise he was settled into a pair of sweatpants and he lifted the waistband nervously Still has his kitten covered boxers on. His party clothes were sitting folded neatly and then he notices the hoodie big and black with the gold lettering that spells out Classic.

OH No.

Only one Person on the Atlas he knows owns a hoodie with the word Classic and a dog bed. It’s not for a dog thugh more like a giant Black space wolf.

“SHIT.” Lance murmurs panic filling his chest.

“Nice of you to join the land of the living” Keith says standing in the door of his bathroom. He is wearing a pair of identical sweats to Lance’s and he’s topless. His shoulders are large and relaxed the muscles seem to stretch as he towels the ends of his hair.

“W-what are you doing here Mullet?” Lance asks as he pulls the blanket up over his shoulders almost as if to hide the evidence of his hoodie being anywhere on his body.

“This is my room Lance.” Keith chuckles and leans against the door looking at Lance with the violet eyes that Lance had fallen for a long time ago. The thing with Lance was he knew he had feelings for Keith. He knew what the little twist in his gut meant when Keith touched him during training, he knew what it meant when Keith looked at him and he felt all his skin tingling just at the very idea of him looking.

“I tho-”Lance starts his cheeks are pink

“That you went home with Kincaid?” Keith scoffs and turns back into the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth he turns back to look at Lance.

Lance watches Keith’s toothbrush with almost a sadness. That toothbrush had gotten closer to Keith than he ever would. Keith turns to spit in the sink and Lance watches his adams apple wanting more than anything to press his chapped lips there and see what kind of noise he could draw from the black paladin.

“He found me as I was leaving, asked me to take you to your room. I couldn’t remember which one it was. Thus we ended up here.” He steps forward tossing his towel into the bathroom and turning off the light in one smooth step and Lance closes his eyes trying to remember.

He remembers coming in to Keith’s room how Kosmo had been sleeping and how he had suddenly blipped out.

“Did I send Kosmo away?”

Keith snorts and it’s one of the snorts that Lance likes the one where he’s smiling and trying not to be insulting at the same time,” You mean before or after you called him Ka-Floof, and tried to touch him while he’s sleeping on his back?”

Lance pulls the blankets up over his head and groans loudly as Keith smiles crossing his arms.

“is there anything else I need to apologize for now?” he asks Keith while he’s stashed carefully away under the blankets.

“I carried you here. Changed your clothes. Tucked you in.”

“YOU CHANGED MY CLOTHES” Lance shouts and throws the blankets down and he looks at Keith who is standing over the bed arms crossed smiling softly.

“Yes. I quote,’Kif the buttons are mean.’ you were fucking helpless.”

Kif. Oh god. He’d said the one name he’d sworn to god he would never ever speak out loud to Keith ever. The one the little kids called him that he thought was so cute and freaking dumb but it fit,” Is there any other reason I shouldn’t melt into a puddle right now?” Lance asks quietly and Keith sits down on the bed his back to Lance.

He is quiet. His back is full of scars that Lance has seen before. Each one is different some are pink and long others are pale like his skin and blend in. Keith takes a deep breath,” You asked if I hated you...” his shoulders don’t move but Lance can see him counting time on his wrist.

Every single cell of Lance is screaming to reach forward and ask if Keith answered him last night. IF somehow in his drunken idiocy he had actually done something beautiful and wonderful and like what he wanted. He reaches forward to try to see if thats the case but Keith door slides open and Shiro steps in his eyes are wide as he looks between the two boys Keith sitting head hung on the end of the bed

“Uh...Am I interrupting something?” Shiro asks his voice is hesitant. Kosmo whines and Shiro winches at the sound,” Kosmo won’t stop whining.”

“Did you take him on his morning run?” Keith asks getting up as the wolf bounds into the room to greet him.

“I tried but he kept blipping around and I was nervous I’d lose him. Lance are you Alright?” Shiro asks stepping up to the bed to touch Lance’s forehead in a very paternal manner.

“Just a little hungover Right Buddy?” Keith offers for him and Lance looks at him and then at Shiro who frowns not to pleased with the idea of him drinking.

“Yeah...I’m just gunna get going. Have you seen my shoes?”

“’Gone’” Keith says pulling a t-shirt over his head making Lance turn away.

“Shoes don’t just disappear Keith.” Lance grumbles looking through the stack of neatly folded clothes.”

“’Magic. Kif. Magic.’” Keith whispered as he passed and Lance gasped because it brought back a clip of a memory. Keith handing him a pair of pants and him struggling with the button and then Keith coming forward to undo the button for him. His hands had lingered on Lance’s hips as he carefully handed him the sweatpants and then that’s it.

“Keith wait.” Lance calls shyly wanting to ask him suddenly unsure.

Keith stops and turns to look at Lance his hands tangled in the coarse fur of Kosmo. “ Just make sure you wash them okay?”

“Okay...” and then Keith is gone but Lance is wondering. Did they maybe? Wouldn’t he know if they had?

***

He was sitting in the Kitchen with Hunk after he’d changed and done all the important coalition duties he’d needed to. Well more like Lance was laying on the kitchen Island with Hunk mixing ingredients on his belly in one of his big metal bowls.

“Why are you moping on my counter?” Hunk asked as he cracked an egg

“ I think I may have slept with Keith....” Lance mumbles covering his eyes with his hands not willing to look at the yellow paladin as he confesses.

“ YOU DID WHAT?”

“I Don't know if I actually did or not okay!?!” Lance huffs and he looks at Hunk and then he tells Him exactly how he woke up how Keith was showering how he was dressed and the two little bits he does remember and Hunk listens all the while pouring and measuring spices and adding them to whatever he is making in this said bowl.

“Lance I hate to break it to you but I don’t think you slept with Keith.” Hunk says as he leans back against the counter and looks at his friend content to let whatevers in the bowl just sit. “It sounds like Keith was 100% a gentleman and you asked him if he hated you. “

Lance swallows and looks down at the hoodie the gold Lettering and black was hard to pass up because of how comfy it was and warm. It smelled like Keith too.

“So...what do I do Hunk?” Hunk looks at Lance and then at the bowl on the counter and at Lance’s hoodie.

“You go ask.”

***

Lance is standing outside Keith’s door with this little bag of terrible shaped treats for Kosmo. He’s wearing a different shirt that doesn't have buttons and jeans but he still looks nice. Keith’s clothes are sitting in a little black bag he borrowed from Hunk and he looks at the door worried that maybe he’s being dumb.

He raises his hand to the door and knocks closing his eyes and waiting. Theres a soft curse as Keith opens the door and Kosmo’s snout sticks out between the door and the hallway.

“Lance?”

“Hi....Can I come in?”

Keith takes a moment and then he opens the door inviting Lance into the space which is dark. The whole room is lit by Christmas lights around the floor that he didn't notice this morning.

“ This is neat..” Lance remarks referring to the lighting and Keith shrugs taking a seat on the bed where He’s been not more than a few hours ago shirtless,” I brought Kosmo treats...and your clothes...”

Keith looks at both articles and then at Lance like they are some sort of Alien offering and Lance sets them awkwardly on the dresser. Before he goes to sit next to Keith on the bed. Keith is softer looking somehow. His entire posture is relaxed almost like he'd just needed time to soften into this shape of Keith. Lance nervously bites his fingers.

“Keith?”

“Yes Lance?”

Lance looks at Keith's face and he can se the calm purple of his eyes and how Keith is watching him waiting patient,” D-did we..Did we maybe...”

“Did we what Lance?”Keith prods gently.

“Did we have sex last night?” Lance blurts his fingers go to his mouth and he bites down hard on the tips nervous and ashamed for even asking this dumb question. Would someone like Keith even touch him?

“I told you you shouldn’t do that.” Keith sighs reaching up and taking the hand that’s in Lance’s mouth out. He doesn’t wipe the saliva off he simply just pulls the fingers into his and starts rubbing circles into his skin. The action is so soothing and domestic it makes Lance ache,” No Lance. I got you a pair of pants and I tried to help you put them on and you said you could handle it..Then I tucked you into bed. I laid down with you, and you asked if I hated you...” Keith’s voice was soft like he was holding onto the details of the story for himself. He sounded sad about the last part.

“Are you mad at me?” Lance asks because he can't help it. He feels so insecure and heres Keith rubbing circles in his hand willing to fill in wherever he asks.

Keith closes his eyes and shakes his head softly his voice is soft,” It’s hard for me to ever really be mad at you.”

“Then why do you look so sad Keith?” Lance can’t help it he reaches over and grabs the other boys chin. There are tears falling out of the corners of Keith’s eyes.

“Because I’m an idiot.” He responds his voice is sure

“Says the one who didn’t get drunk of their ass and end up having to apologize.” Lance scoffs and theres a smile but the tears just seem to flow harder,” Keith what did I say?”

“Nothing.” His bottom lip trembles and Lance’s heart feels like it’s breaking into pieces.

“Well did you respond to me?” Lance asks and Keith’s face is a mix of pain and just wanting to admit it. Slowly he nods. Lance just wants Keith. He wants to pull him into the space of his arms and just not let go.

“You fell asleep though.”

Lance blinks and he realizes why Keith might cry. Had he said something important had he said something meaningful that he wanted Lance to know...” You could tell me now you know...” Lance offers and he makes a show of looking around the room under the bed and through the bathroom. “ It is just us. “

Keith closes his eyes and bows his head into his lap. His words are soft,” I told you how much I love you...”

Lance sits there his brain clicking into overdrive. KEITH KOGANE LOVED HIM? The man who teased him infinitely and said he could die in a hole when he fucked up. The one who carefully carried him from a party and dressed and cared for him. Sure he’d loved Keith for years. He’d pictured kissing him, sleeping next to him and numerous other activities. But to finally have those activities, be a possible reality?

Lance couldn’t tell who reached for who first. Keith was still holding his hand moving with small circles and then He was looking at Lance his face clear. Then his nose was bumping Keith’s jaw as he was trying to kiss his cheek but Keith wanted something else. He sought Lance’s lips like a dying man sought water and Lances couldn’t satisfy the the thirst.

Their lips made sloppy sounds that made Lance more turned on then any porno he'd ever watched and Keith’s fingers found their way to his hair and he couldn’t help but groan because Keith was warm and in his lap and more than willing to his touch. When they drew away Keith’s eyes were closed and he was panting

“Were idiots.” Keith panted

“Excuse you.” Lance snorted

“ Your telling me you didn’t feel that?” Keith asked

“ I was waiting for you to catch up.” Lance teased

Their laughter filled the room and Keith pulled lance into his lap,” Call me that stupid name.” Keith pleads

“Keef?”

“No the other one.”

“Kif.” Lance says laughing as he is settled firmly into Keith’s lap.

“Yup. That’s it. You heard him Kosmo. He’s drunk. He’s stuck here.”

Kosmo rolls his eyes and curls up on the bed while the two boys hunker into Keith’s bed. This time both of them are sober. Theres no secrets. No hurt feelings. Just two boys in love and a space wolf.

#klance #angst #confession #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #vld kosmo #idiots #kissing #crying #the morning after

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queen-asante · 7 years ago

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ejucated immigrant

((AUTHOR’S NOTE: @eene-fangirl For the Fanfiction Weekend Challenge! I should probably wait to post this for Rolf Appreciation Month, but there’s a lot of Jonny backstory/headcanons in here, so I thought it would count. Basically, it’s a poem from Rolf’s POV but it’s technically about Jonny, or rather, Jonny was my muse for this.

I haven’t written a poem in Rolf’s ‘’voice’’ since 2014 but believe it or not, that one little line that Edd says in ‘’A Case of Ed’’ inspired the poem (you know, the one), and as I was reading Ntozake Shange’s for colored girls who have considered suicide/ when the rainbow is enuf, it produced said result. A turnip for your thoughts? I don’t normally write Rolf like this, it’s actually more like Rolf emulating Ntozake Shange for those familiar with her style. As an Indian Immigrant girl who’s considered suicide, that book changed my life, she’s my idol. Hence, the poem is written in ebonics and all lower case to pay homage to Shange (and I consciously dropped third person redundancies, it wasn’t a mistake). Three non-EEnE characters are briefly mentioned: the first one is Vanessa, my friend who’s half African-American and half Haitian. The second one is Ice, who belongs to my friend, Dani. Ice, in her world, is a black and white cat who becomes Double D’s pet. Rolf fears him because he’s not only black and white, but he shares the name of Immigration and Customs Enforcement by pure coincidence. Dani didn’t plan this, as she created Ice before she met me but she liked the idea of giving Rolf a reason to fear the cat, and so we came up with that story together. The third one is Dr. Feelgood who was my therapist, it’s not her real name, it was an affectionate nickname I coined for her in my years battling Bipolar Disorder Type 3.

As a closing thought, much apologies for the length, also tumblr’s going to mess up the format.))

‘’ejucated immigrant’’

dear gods,

i be 14 wit skin as rough as treebark & hands dat look old

i waz the dark skined immigrant wanting to bathe in bleach

Brown Black / Blue Black / Amber Beige / Bister Brick Bronze / Chestnut Chocolate Cinnamin

Copper / Drab / Dust / Ginger / Fawn / Ochre / Coffe Colourd Caramel

Tawny / Terra-Cotta / Henna / Sepia / Umbre

lookin in the thesurus eddward wit two ds give me when i come to dis country

everything spell Brown but nothing spell White

White sound nice like pearl like snow like milk like golden skined white skined light skined

honey dipped / lemon kissed / but begging for ivory / fair frosted silvery ashen boy jimmy

your white hands on my brown skin

i waz the dark skined immigrant botherin to drag you round

you stand there like a closed mouth statue & you insult my way of life

think you know everythin / rolf just some ignorant third world peasant or somethin

but we be livin dis way longer than the foundin of your land

your country young my country old

numbers & poppy / it just to give you illegitimately born breeds of donkeys

somethin to hee-haw over / science say there no gods either but who know dat

you cannot contain lightning bugs in a jar

i waz the dark skined immigrant dreamin of shakin the mr presidents hand

the former mr president wit eyes like a tired old man & Brown his Brown like a mud bath

it really too bad you know / rolf like your former president

dat black man who dont check dixtionaries for validation of his blackness

he not so bad / he waz sympathetic to the plight of the immigrant but his hands tied

not blame him / he not god he not have all the power in the world to fix dis weather

dis cloud dat hang over your land & who the hell is perfect?

it really such a shame / i dream to see the Hill / see the pearly house painted white the place where he live meet him shake his large brown hand / one brown hand to another

cept i not black / rolf not have to be / not pass / rolf european he is white not bloodless

he not pass he not be white enough for your country

cept i be white on the inside look coloured on the out but i aint no coloured

under my skin i am more than a colour

whoever herd of white passing for person of colour

but suddenly i get to dis country & i be treated no different than jonny

so alls i got is coloured dreams

poor grate nano lived & died on silly dreams / well they not exist

there be only reality & reality not kind to the dark skined indigenous immigrant

no one know what i supposed to be / take a wild guess

indian pakistani mexican romani rolf herd it all & none suppose right

they only looking at my face / the outside the outside not matter

cuz i waz the dark skined immigrant not italian not irish but the other kinds

& no one will see unless rolf cut open his veins & bleed

a Wood Nymph have my colour & if i check off the box dat say caucasian i get a funny look

from the lady sittin behind the counter wit the yellow nail polish & beaded eyeglass

spose if jonny do the same they wont believe him neither

jonny be good

yous see him dancin / wearin his stomach out / dark skined bare feet / swayin his hips

& grate thin arms but he not care dat he gots splinters in his fingertips

his nails turnin all black & blue & those chapped lips look like eyes starin out atchu

the gods make dis child the way he is

wit skinted knees & all & elbows pointed outwards readin you like a map

always wit the label on the left side

but he bootiful & he know it / beauty sometime come in the empty coffee can

not in the paper lillies or plastic pearls

you cant make a silk purse from a sows ear / even if dat ear be made of wood

of wood widda crayon drawn smile

jonnys mother the madwoman in the attic

rolf be certain jonny the wood boy some kind of elf from the passage of Valhöll

the mother of the Tree Sprite she not like rolf / well she not like any child it seems

weepy jimmy-boy & rolf invited to jonny-boys abode for a meeting of the Urban Rangers

& tho his mother never says so we feel she not like us very well

she never ast us to stay for lunch

even tho rolf personally would not eat a morsel of what these people eat

& we always been so polite to her but still she build walls

rolf believe she jealous of us becuz jonny likes us

she come out to the parlour / barefoot / flowers in her wild tangled mess of black raven hair

like yoko ono & wearing a long paisley skirt / she bootiful in an earthy sort of way

but she has a wild look in her eyes like a tigress

a violently insane expression like a german vampire dat make rolf think of bertha mason

she looms over her son like a dark older sister becuz they look so alike

altho her skin much darker / a deep chocolate brown / her complexion remind rolf of vanessa maybe she is haitian / she like the demon in nanas stories the one we all have widdin us

who comes out when we try too hard to be good children

she look at white as snow jimmy & myself like she disprove

either she not like us the uniforms or both

rolf forget tho these hippies wit their anti-establishment

they think every uniform represents what jonny calls ‘’the Man’’ & dats what it is rolf think

she not want jonny in the organisation

becuz she think it goes against their opposition to social norms

rolf could tell she wanted to ast us to leave / she not like jonny spending so much time wit us

becuz then he not at home meditating wit her or whatever it is they do

jonnys family is strange / they not eat meat & walk around shoeless

rolf has been called a gypsy by the children at school but flower child jonny seem to rolf more of a gypsy if there ever waz such a thing

he is almost ethereal / his family must be from a clan of faeries the kind nana warns rolf about but brown-skinned jonny seem harmless enough

i watch his mama put a daisy in the pocket of his jeans

i not know if his daddy be white or black but what difference does dat make

rolf understand it is important for a child to love their family no matter their faults

i know The Giving Tree still love his mother

even if she would prefer him to leave the Urban Rangers

of us three jimmy be the whitest of white jonny the blackest of black & i somewhere in between

but any one of us can walk into a puerto rican bar & start speakin spanish

& no one would know what we are

race too complicated & people too narrow minded / want everything boxed in

one day we waz layin on dat grassy knoll / jonny & i

where the trees whisper to us & we whisper back

cuz you know the boy talk to trees & i listen to his voice / & i be lookin at our hands you see

cuz we waz layin inches apart a flower between us & i tuck it behind his ear

then i look & see my skin only one shade lighter than his

tho the sun make me browner than i really be

out in the sun for hours & hours plowing & plowing the fields

by sundown i roasted coffee bean brown / as black as the inside of a chimney

& if i stumble into town any passing stranger would think i waz Black i mean African

id have to stay out of the sun for days to get my old colour black lest i wander round wit only the whites of my eyes visible on my sun burnt dyed rust brown brown skin

& hair so course youd suppose it come off a horses ass

lookin more like an American Indian than a White

i holdin the back of my hand up to jonnys now

how bout dat two brown hands one dark & one light but whos to say i not be a dark white & he not a light skined brown

dont you dare tell me what i am & am not

bitch dis aint no south africa where yous all can reassign us based on what you think

i aint no sandra laing but sometime i wouldnt mind bein black if it meant for you to leave me be

in fact ill gladly be whatever you want me to be but i am what i am

not black enough for black not white enough for white so what am i?

dont box me into Black & White / cuz in dis world brother dat not exist

im sorry as hell but i gettin real tired of bein called

an illegal / an alien / a wop / a gypsy / a guinea / a brownie whatever you want to call us

all your bigoted slurs clumping us together like we one & the same

dat fine but papers or no papers not define who i am

so uncle sam can take it & shove it

welcome to america!

i be having a long love affair wit your country & people

i also be having a war wit em

mama told me there are limits for dark skined immigrants stuck in dis light skined first world

we come over the border wit all the rest of them

wit all them people from central & south america

wit all them refugees from africa & asia

guess what we blend right in we look no different

look just like any other brown faced ‘’illegal alien’’

border patrol take one look at us & think we just like the rest

cuz yesterdays europeans are todays mexicans & middle easterners

coloured Sons of Shepherds gots few chances

what it like to be bilingual / to speak in two tounge

ah but to be fluent in one & not the other tryin to find any definishun in the dixtionary

in which i drop third person redunduncies cuz i only one person not three

& i only speak two language

you speak spanish?

no habla inglés

you speak english?

i dont speak spanish

one day the hat & head as one edd boy say oh rolf! youre so unejucated!

i think my ears deseeve me but i know what i herd

i wish to strike his milk honey cheeks full of nonsense

& say to him i am the ejucated immigrant you be warned about

dont talk to me bout ejucashun

i sale cross the oshun

i wash up on your shore

i lern another language

it wasnt easy

what you know bout ejucashun

all you know come from books & theories

at least i know where i stand

you are a child & i am old old old my hands notted thick wit veins like the roots of a tree

you say i sound angry / yea i angry but not as angry as you

cuz there nothing they fear more than a minority who knows what up

i used to be fraid but not no more

i used to fear the plainclothes agents in Black & White uniform

of immigration & customes enforecement / of ICE police

of eddwards Black & White cat name Ice on ICE

he must be making fool out of me to call a domesticated beast after homeland security

a cat in uniform because the gods make him so not by choice

like there be some purpose to it / i waz the dark skined immigrant you made fun of

i see what they do to the undocumented immigrant on the telly

but now i not be fraid / becuz you cant touch me

so the grapefruit widda red ugly mouth & bleached hair sit in office now

damming all them people from ‘’shithole countries’’ / just as well but we here to stay

it not what i ast for but no use fighting it

& i will gladly pull the bookmarks from my english dixtionary

the one double d edd boy give me

no longer will i bathe in bleach / only use to washing dishes & floors

i not some bloody floor

‘’immigrant’’

at least i can spell dat / i look it up in the dixtionary

websters dixtionary / who the hell is webster?

but now it marked up used copy wit yellow post it notes

i use it a lot to lern your tounge

i not smart but i sho as hell not unejucated / papa can tell me dat

i be in your country in first place to reseeve ‘’best ejucashun’’ like grate nano wanted

grate nano waz an adventurer / a dreamer wit big goals

he travell far & wide seeking fame & fortune

when he a very young boy immigrants from every cesspool in western & eastern europe set sale for The North / it waz always grate nanos dream to travel North

everyone say he more insane than a bovine wit mad cows disease

there no room in dis life for dreams they tell him / he prove our village wrong

when rolf eight years of age grate nano briefly left the Old Country to set sale for america

everyone say he be too old / he never too old for dreams

he wanted to find dat American Dream he hear so often about

spoken wit fondness by the tinkers who visit our land

he returned from his valiant voyage wit stories about what he seen

in the North he said everyone has cars & money & television & running water

no one listen / The North the North they say dat is all you ever talk about

he waz a man who dreamed of a new life for his family & so he decided to send for us

& make a better life for ourselves after the plagues of the land had haunted our family for years grate nano promised us america he said youll soon be eating apple pie from off a china plate white picket fence / coca cola / santa clause / marilyn monroe / empire state building

it sound like a fairytale he spun a legend dat the streets waz paved wit gold

& we believed him for shining in grate nanos eye waz a dream & so here we are

rest his soul he wanted so much to buy us light & sun & clean wind of the oshun

‘’immigrant’’ waz a new word for rolf when he first come here

did not know after hearing the stories from grate nano dat he would soon be one himself

rolf not know what dat mean & still really dont

the dixtionary definishun say \ ˈi-mə-grənt \ noun. a person who comes to a country to take up permanent residence

\ ˈi-mə-ˌgrāt \ verb. [to go or remove into; in, into, and migrate, to remove.]

to come into a new country, region, or environment in order to settle there: opposed to emigrate.

oh sorry dat definishun not say we unclean people / flea invested vermin

sickly serpents who not speak english / greaser / sheenie

contagions of american society / incredibly dirty tramps fresh off the boat

so pervasive / such nonwhite filth / staring back at pitch black faces

not blonde haired & blue eyed / nonwhite skin only fit for dirt & waste work

mama papa kiss me goodbye i going to haiti

but it is what rolf is now it part of his identity just as much as the colour of his skin

just as much as bein a pagan / just as much as bein a male

just as much as bein the Son of a Shepherd

now rolf a new man living in the New World

i am an immigrant

sometime i wish i waz shug avery / bootiful fictional dark skin harlem singer

half man half woman / wit my large glittering masculine thighs i make an animal of men

maybe i have the courtesan complex

so i ast dr feelgood what my diag-nonsense

& she say poor soul you suffer from Stressed Shepherd Syndrome

okay so we all crazy in one way or another / it alright for some

of a mannequin in tears / of personal prejudices

im an unejucated farm boy from No Mans Land

im a poet who write in english

neisatnaf i isatnaf ne / ttim tetrejh dem gnyalp re lesgnel og gem tolrof nuh

rettenremmos i sirb ne mos rav ed / gem etlatrof nuh dro retsem nadrovh

etted tal eddejks rofrovh? / enneh lit gem trekided gej og enneh teksnø etrejh ttim

senneh enenyoø ås gej etted tla eddejks rofrovh

& this is for Sons of Shepherds who have considered suicide

fin

#my writing #poetry #poem #eene #ed edd n eddy #jonny #jonny 2x4 #rolf #jonny appreciation month

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askeddie-kaspbrak-blog · 7 years ago

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((Mun: Alright the second oneshot which is follow up to the previous one is done which you can find and read here c: While this one is probably not as extravagant as the previous one this one is mostly just fluff more than anything. I found it to be adorable tho. Enjoy <3 ))

Eddie was in his bed as he heard the shower in the bathroom turn off. Richie was in need of a shower and so he went and did. As long as Richie was close by, Eddie felt safe. Though he couldn’t close his eyes as his full concentration was at the door. His heart pounding fearfully he could practically hear it in his ears besides the white noise of the ventilation in the bathroom. Many “What if’s” had been plaguing his mind. Making his paranoia even worse. It was bad enough that he kept questioning if everything in the hotel room was clean enough. He has heard many times from other people how traces of another’s semen can be left behind or any other bodily fluids that are left unattended by the staff. Eddie didn’t even want to look under the covers to spot potential stains. The thought of it made him want to vomit. This was going to be a very very long night, he thought. A long sleepless night.

The light had turned off in the bathroom and Richie stepped out, still drying his hair with a towel. Having to only wear his pajama shorts.

“You gotta appreciate these hotel bathrooms. Nothing says like ‘welcome to Derry’ but have our hoity toity shitter decors and bodily wax build up around the bathtub rim. A classic.” Richie cockily remarks, walking towards the bed.

“Don’t remind me.” Eddie said with agitation. “It’s bad enough that we have to sleep in these filthy sheets. I hate it.”

“Awww, but that’s all part of the Derry experience, Ed’s. It’s not that bad.” Richie threw the wet towel across the room and climbed into bed.

“Yes it is.” Eddie mumbled into the pillow.

Richie could only roll his eyes. He crawled under the covers and huddled next to Eddie. The scent of clean waft off from Richie and into Eddie’s nose. It was welcoming and it gave Eddie the safe reassurance he needs. Richie’s skin was still slightly damp, but it really didn’t bother Eddie too much. It gave his skin a rather nice shimmer to it.

“You haven’t changed at all, Eddie. Probably a lot more paranoid than you were when we were kids.” Richie states, running his hand onto Eddie’s cheek.

Eddie sighed contently, sinking his light pink cheek into the hand. He felt as if he were home. The gentle aching sensation in his heart. God, how he had missed all of this. He had missed Richie. Far more than he even realized.

“The same can apply to you, Richard. Your mouth seems to continue run after all these years.” Eddie smiles, nuzzling against Richie’s hand.

“Naturally.” Richie replies.

Eddie could only chuckle as he scooted closer to Richie. Sliding his smooth hand across Richie’s chest. It was almost covered in thick hairs. All scattered with some grey hairs peeking here and there. A classic sign of aging. Even after all these years. Richie still looked to be in his prime. Even if after all the stress of being a comedian, he’s still got his charisma. It was practically Richie’s signature personality.

Richie purred softly, feeling Eddie’s fingers being gently tangled in his chest hairs. Eddie’s fingers had the feminine touch. Gentle, curious, and careful. It had shined his innocence perfectly.

“Eddie …..” Richie whispered of what almost sounded like a moan.

God, mother would NEVER approve of this. That’s why it felt so good. Years and years of being pushed back, he can finally be this close to someone he knows that he could trust. It made his heart pump rapidly.

“You’d be the first that I have really done this. I felt like it has been years since I’ve ever had this kind of intimacy.” Eddie said, his hand sliding up to Richie’s jawline.

“It has been years.” Richie corrected with a little smile, moving his head to where his lips meet Eddie’s hand. “Call me crazy, but … I’m fallin’ for ya all over again.”

Eddie let out a whispered giggle, covering his mouth with his free hand only covering a little bit of his wide smile.

“You would be the first.”

“Only this time, I’m serious.”

“Oh? You? Serious? Richard Tozier, serious? You are just full of surprises.” Eddie said in a posh like voice. “Are you sure it’s really you, Richie?”

From that, Richie gave Eddie’s little nose a bit of a playful pinch.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the smartass here, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Well, what can I say? You have been a rather ‘bad’ influence on me, and don’t call me that.”

Richie tried his best to not burst out laughing, so an ugly snort was the only sound that he could manage to spew out of his mouth. It was contagious enough for Eddie to laugh. He was so cute. His laughter was like pure bliss in his ears. This, was what he really needed.

“Admit it, you love it.” Richie said, one of his legs intertwining with Eddie’s.

“Oh my god your legs are hairy.” Eddie squirmed a bit from the ticklish feeling on his legs.

“Oh, sorry there, Ed’s. I don’t exactly shave my legs. Feelin’ yours is as soft as a baby’s ass. God damn.” Richie shrugged, “Not that it's bad to get in touch with your feminine side.”

Eddie could only roll his eyes and just caught on that Richie was already half way of being ontop of him. Did he mind? Not exactly. Was it a bit surprising? Very much so. Even if the room was dimly lit he could see Richie’s ice-blue eyes perfectly. So much life was inside of them. Happy and carefree. One of the many things that he admired about Richard. How in a situation like this happening, he still manages to display an optimistic attitude. Eddie loved him for it in fact. He loved him so much.

Eddie didn’t say anything else except to brush a lock of hair out of Richie’s hair. The silence between them beginning to grow made their hearts skip a beat. With the tension rising, Richie lowered himself to have their foreheads touch and noses practically inches away from each other. Eddie’s breathing was becoming more apparent, his eyes drooping.

“R-richie …. I-I ….”

Tozier could only smile. Slowly closing his eyes before he could softly place his lips ontop of Eddie’s. As suspected, they were soft and well taken care of. It made him feel slightly embarrassed of his chapped lips due to him biting them out of stress. He heard Eddie letting out a soft whimper, which made him back up a bit.

“A-ah shit, sorry.” Richie apologized.

Eddie shook his head.

“No, Richie. You just surprised me is all. When I think about it, in this current position, it was to be expected. I’m a horrible kisser.” Eddie smiled sheepishly.

“Could’ve fooled me. You have very soft lips, Ed’s.”

As if Eddie’s face couldn’t get any redder.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

“Only saying the truth.”

Richie let out a victorious chuckle before scooting himself down to where he can lay his head down on Eddie’s shoulder. The only sight that he could see of Eddie was his neck and chin. Not a single dark hair was in sight. It was all well shaven and clean, probably smooth too. Richie couldn’t help himself but to place a few kisses from the neck to the jawline. Eddie started to squirm again along with letting out a few uncontrolled whimpers and giggles.

“R--Richard! Y--Your m-mustache! Beep beep!” Eddie kicked his legs, laughing.

“At least I found a way to make you laugh if my jokes don’t work.” Richie grinned, nuzzling against Eddie’s neck.

“You’re such a kid sometimes, I swear.” Eddie catched his breath, wiping the tears off from the corners of his eyes.

“You love me though”

Eddie blinked. After a few seconds of being quiet, he placed a hand on Richie’s hair, stroking it softly. What was he ever going to do with him?

“Yeah. I suppose I do.”

#muns writing #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #eddie/richie #reddie #stephen king #stephen king's it

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silvertsundere · 2 years ago

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Silver Talks AniManga (28/05/23)

no imas or jigokuraku anime this week cause they were both on break nothing else of note I don't think, p chill week

Anime

Megumin Ep8

honestly there's not much I have to say about the episode itself BUT last episode, I thought the cook guy sounded super familiar but I didn't look it up but at the start of this ep he was talking and I was like "man no way they got majima for this random guy" but they actually did and also, there was an animation error, right before this screen there's a far shot of the scene and she has her hood on in it, despite not having it on before AND after it so that was funny to spot

Mashle Ep7

we're finally really in the first battle arc, tho the animation continues to be nothing impressive as expected. hoping that at least the big fight with the boss looks good but we'll see. I also forgot that razor showed up here too so that was nice, hope that his fight gets some love too cause he deserves it. tho I did like how the text at the bottom there sunk in sync with mash that was a cute touch, it was also all wobbly while he was talking underwater

Pokemon Horizons Ep8

what the hell bocchi the tuber has a face good ep tho, the livestream with her reading the baddies' goon's comment was funny and riko's reaction to having her comment read was great too, average chatter moment lmao also in 2 more weeks we're getting anime nemona so very excited for that, hopefully she has a good voice

Manga

Blooming Love Ch5

she just keeps getting better and better really cute chap, it's a shame that this series is gonna switch to be every other week instead of weekly but with how fast it's moving (for a romance) it prob won't be that bad

Dandadan Ch107

we finally out of the vamola backstory and back into the action very cool chap, especially seeing the pay off of momo seeing all that and regretting how she treated vamola my favourite part were these 2 panels, in opposites pages, after the exact same amount and layout of panels above it. the parallel of how soft momo's eyes are when she's reassuring vamola and then how sharp and serious they are when glaring at the aliens is extremely good

Kindergarten WARS Ch7 - 9

it's p funny how much of a lover boy dough is anyway good chaps, mostly action but it was good

Saihate Quarter Ch13

you know, for a series that has the risk of getting axed it sure doesn't feel like it's building towards a conclusion so maybe it won't happen that soon

Kaiju 8 Ch86

you know, since #9 took over the old man, this makes a lot of sense but since they didn't mention it in the shinomiya fight I hope it isn't just a thing for this one kaijiu cause of narumi's relationship with isao. it's still cool anyway, but it would be kinda lame for the baddies to have access to something like this, giving the number kaijus isao's knowledge and not doing it but we'll see

Pension Life Vampire Ch7

what the hell?? a serious chap? I know it had some goofs but it was still surprising to see something serious happen. tho it most likely won't be as bad as it sounds next time

Shuumatsu no Valkyrie Ch78

nothing much going in this chapter other than setting up the fighters for the next round leonidas and apollo, totally expecting apollo to win but we'll see how it goes

ST☆R: Strike it Rich Ch3

it was good timing to check yesterday when the new chap was gonna come out cause I didn't realize it'd be today. anyway, this was the end of the lil introductory arc so should be getting a lot more fights from now on

The Ichinose Family's Deadly Sins Ch26

SEE I CALLED IT however many weeks ago I did, I said that him waking up from the dream wasn't real and he was still in the coma and looks like I was right. god this shit just keeps running around in circles while I'm begging it to end.

Fabricant 100 Ch23

very convinient for her to suddenly get a new hidden power she had all along and was never hinted at when they're fighting the final boss

Nue's Exorcist Ch3

introducing some more eye candy to the series isn't a bad idea, tho that one panel of fanservice was pretty unnecessary. still nothing great so far, but he's finally met one of the exorcists nue mentioned before and they're setting up a club to deal with spirits and stuff, which will help give some structure to the series in the coming chaps. we'll see how it goes from here but I'm still not very hopeful about it's chances with how bad ch1 and 2 were.

Kill Blue Ch6

interesting choice to have the first 5 pages of the chapter have no dialogue but it worked well enough I think. this was basically all about the cliffhanger from the previous chap but I didn't expect things to progress this fast

Do Retry Ch4

this guy jacking it WAY too much but anyway, they're using the money each fight is worth as a sort of power level so that's neat, tho it doesn't mean much at the moment that this guy's worth 10k when there's nothing else as a point of reference

Witch Watch Ch110

you know fran only got introduced semi recently but her chaps are some of the most fun ones, tho this one felt like it repeated the same joke a bit too much for me

Cipher Academy Ch25

nice chap finishing setting up the next arc which will be 1v1 tournament style battles between the different classes, tho we'll most likely only see the class A ones for obvious reasons. I also liked to see iroha using others' mannerisms like they talk about here and later in the chap too, it's cute and it also reminds me of medaka

Blue Box Ch102

good chap, especially that big scenery shot very pretty. the ending is very exciting too the confession may be happening sooner than expected

Spy x Family Ch81

very weird to have a whole chapter with not yor or anya and with no jokes either, tho it's a good change of pace I think

Tenmaku Cinema Ch7

nice chap, like I said last time it's good that's already doing filming and not wasting much time

Undead Unluck Ch160

phil's arc is over, it wasn't as good as the other ones of fuuko putting back the team together but I liked that for once fuuko's plans didn't go like expected from her previous knowledge

Mashle Ch157

cool chap, it was nice seeing the baddies mash has beaten helping out. also not related to the chap but me and mega were talking about it yesterday and we're p sure mashle won't end while the anime is airing which would explain all the stalling not that long ago

The Elusive Samurai Ch111

weird to see a chapter without the main cast, but not a bad chap, just setting up the current situation of the country and the various faction after tokiyuki's failed war, just some more chaps and we'll go back to them. tho I'm curious to see if matsui is gonna follow historical fact or do something original when that happens, but I'm leaning more towards the latter

Sakamoto Days Ch120

extremely good chapter to end the flashback sequence, more than half the chap had no text boxes and was all great action. just makes me hope and pray even harder than when it does get an anime adaptation it gets the treatment it deserves unlike what mashle has been getting

Akane-banashi Ch63

nice chap, I knew the salesman wouldn't lose to this guy that didn't get any screentime before this competition, tho I didn't expect to see his backstory, hopefully it'll only be a bit of next chapter instead of dragging on for too long

Ayakashi Triangle Ch131

suzu............. not much to say tho, it was mostly set up for this next lil arc tho that ending was p funny. yabuki reading doujins for these ideas

#silver talks animanga

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intelligentdumbass · 4 years ago

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List of Apollo and Athena interactions I found, because I am very bored and very desperate, I’ll link to all the fics (except for the sherlock one cause I already scrolled past it by now and am lazy, you can prolly easily find it yourself tho)

The excerpts cut from the fics are in italics, and there would obviously still be a lot if I included literally every interaction, so it’s just the ones in fics I liked in this one search (or just Apollo and/or Athena fics I liked in general):

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1) Her grey eyes scanned across the great hall. Her expression impassive as always. She turned when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She scowled at the person. All he did was smile. Athena then proceeded to glare at Apollo.

“Relax Athena, you to need chilli out sister,” Apollo said trying to get her to relax.

Athena didn’t respond. She shrugged off the hand he placed on her shoulder. She turned elegantly and left.

“Athena. You can’t leave just yet.....Athena? Athena! Get back here! Athena!” Apollo yelled while speed walking to the goddess exiting the halls quickly.

He managed to catch up to her and get ahold of her wrist. She froze in place and he said,”Hey c’mon Artemis will disappointed if you don’t stay. What about Persephone?”

Athena stiffened when he mentioned Persephone. He caught her in his trap, got ya. She turned facing him. Her face showed nothing. An impassive, neutral look.

“Fine,” she sighed and closed her eyes.

He gave her his best beamed expression. A large grin and all. Athena rolled her eyes and shoved him lightly. ‘You truly are annoying.’ Apollo gave her a mock offended and hurt expression from the light playful shove she gave, smiling softly immediately after. Athena smiled gently back.

They smiled at each other- Yes I am always weak for that. The fic itself mainly focuses on Persephone and Athena’s wholesome sib relationship, which was also cute. The author said in the notes that it was their first fic too and supporting people is nice so here it is

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2) Okay so this one doesn’t have an excerpt cause I couldn’t really choose one. Basically imagine greek gods but mafia au and just read it it’s really well written and is mostly in Apollo’s pov and Athena does appear in it. I think you need an ao3 acc to see it tho

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3) SHAMELESS SELF PLUG CAUSE Omfg my own stuff actually showed up not that deep into the search I-

It’s just the compilation of one shots I’ve already posted here though, plus some old probably cringy ones that I didn’t post (first chap of which was apollo and athena so lmao, even back then I loved them huh). It’s here if you wanna see i guess. I think one of favourite lines about them I’ve done (aside from hcs atill stuck in my head) have to be:

“Apollo, allow me to introduce to you your sister”

Apparently the blonde wasn’t that shocked at the idea of a sentient voice inside your head, so linking his thoughts with theirs went smoother than expected.

‘You remind me of him, our father, I mean.’ She told him once. ‘Both of you are impulsive and stupidly stubborn’

“Oh? Is that a roundabout way of saying you think I’d make a great king?”

‘No, quite the opposite actually.’

“Now wait, hold on a second!” Their father raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying I’m...”

Apollo laughed and, despite only being an incorporeal voice inside his head, Zeus could’ve sworn his daughter smirked.

By the time he finally returned to Olympus, Apollo was a tall young adult with blonde hair well past his shoulders, and their father welcomed him with open arms.

Even back in the age of the Titans, Athena had always had an urge be a goddess with her own physical body. Now that, unlike Ares, she actually had a brother that was starting to hog all of their father’s attention, that longing for freedom only got worse. Plus, she wants to be able to fight and stab people too.

‘Let’s see who gets to brag about being the best after I kick your ass.’

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4) Okay so there isn’t really an Athe and Pollo moment that makes me go omfg in this, or at least, not a specific moment that stands out because the entire fic is basically Athena and Apollo taking care of a sick Hermes and AhhhHHH wholesome. I barely know anything about the pjo stuff before toa but this was still cute nonetheless cause FINALLY someone made fluff of this trio. Anyway yeah here

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5) This one is less of Apollo and Athena, and more of just Athena really, thus the lack of another excerpt. BUT I still really like it (and I may or may not have already it before but read it again anyway) so here it is. I think it’s description best describes it: Athena through the ages, trying to understand soft feelings.

Here it is.

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6) This isn’t an Apollo nor an Athena centred one, hell it’s Hades and Persephone. I just feel obligated to include it here because it’s the closest I ever got to seeing Apollo/Athena in the tags.

Butttt the only interaction they really had was

I mean, it is mainly a Hades/Persephone fic but damn if you were gonna add “implied Apollo/Athena” I couldn’t help but be a little curious about how it’s implied. It’s incomplete and the last update to this was at like, 2013 so yeah. I guess you can check it out if you’re curious.

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And yes that is it. At some point the list just devolved into me going “Wow wonder which boy band/fandom cross over is next” at which point instead of reading a little I just started scrolling through the search results while I show one of my friends screenshots of the chaos I scrolled past-

I was VERY bored okay, and I have come to the conclusion that the only fic that had any part that was focused on athena and apollo interacting aka centring around them interacting might’ve been mine- either that or I’m blind. (As in just greek mythology in general and not crossed over with another ip)

Either way I rlly am alone on this bromance canoe huh.

Got curious so typed athena/apollo in ao3. So far as expected it is mostly ace attorney.

Also surprisingly there was a fic with athena/hermes? Nothing rlly happened in it, just the implication that Herm had a crush on her and Athe thought of him as her fav bro.

The idea of Herm having a crush (and being really persistent) and annoying the hell out of Athe tho (and prolly gets his ass saved several times by either Apollo and Zeus before he gets dismembered) is kinda hilarious

#this was a FUCKIN journey #you have no idea #the ships in the tags ive seen #and also the cross overs that had never once crossed my mind-#anyway yes #at this point #i should just write some myself huh #rambles #bromance besties

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ask-the-eddsworld-boys-blog · 8 years ago

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Your tomatt fic was so nice I loved it to pieces! I also love the fact you didn't use Matt's real last name bless you kind soul. Tho I wanted to ask if you could potentially do another tomatt fic? Maybe like a first/blind date sort of thing? I understand you're busy tho pfpf but again thank you for that fic and I hope you have a really great day sweetheart!

AO3 Link

I can’t help but feel Matt is ooc aaa I hope it’s okay.

It was a nice, simple day of doing jack shit until Edd, the son of a bitch popped his head into Tom’s room, wicked grin on his face. That was the first clue something was going to go wrong. Then, after dragging Tom out of his haven, he leaned down so they were so close he could feel his friend’s breathing, he had said five words that made Tom’s blood go cold.

“I got you a date.”

They both had then proceeded to scream for different reasons. Tom did, because he didn’t agree for Edd to set him up, wasn’t ready, and Edd was just screaming because he was screaming. After the screamfest, Edd dragged his friend back into his room and forced him to wear something nice, and get ready, because it’s at seven and he was not going to let Tom be late.

That is how he was here now, in Edd’s old beat up car, wearing a black shirt and ripped jeans with a black and white checkered tie and matching bracelets. Edd was jumping his seat, frantically wishing him good luck and giving bone-crushing hugs. Tom slams his head on the dashboard and groans. “I can’t do this, Edd.”

“Sure you can, he’s a cool guy!”

“It’s a guy!?” Tom yelled, sitting up straight again. “I haven’t been on a date with a guy since highschool!”

Edd huffed, patting him on the back. “You’ll be fine! I’ve known him for awhile, you’ll love him. His name’s Matt. Now go!” Edd shoved Tom towards the car door, all the while Tom complaining. When he finally got out the car, he slammed the door shut, and Edd peeled off, tires squeaking as he hightailed it away. Tom sighed.

“Guess I’ll have to walk home later.” He huffed, turning and walking into the diner he’d been dropped off at. It was a bit run-down but still had some class. It reminded Tom of the nights he’d sit in it during highschool, either fucking around with his friends or just listening to music and looking at rain outside. Something poetic that was calming to him. He trudged up the steps and swung open the door, ignoring the painfully loud bell on his way in. The place was empty, except for the employees behind the counter. He went and sat in a booth around the middle, leaning against the corner where the leather seat met wall. He checked his phone, the time reading 7:10. Fuck. He was still a bit late, despite Edd’s efforts. Did the guy leave already? He would be impatient if that was the case. Tom tapped his fingers against the diner table, pushing down his anxiety. He looked outside, watching as the sky grew darker. Gazing outside, he let his mind wander.

After awhile of silence, the loud ring of the bell by the door jolted Tom out of his dazed-out state. Looking over, a tall ginger had walked in. They made eye contact, and he smiled and waved at Tom. He weakly waved back, mostly just staring at the dude. Shit, he was hot. The man Tom could only guess was Matt walked over and leaned on the table, still smiling. “I take it you’re Tom?”

“Yep.” Tom replied quickly.

“Edd’s friend?”

“The one and only.”

Matt laughed at that, and slid into the booth across from him. Tom smiled a bit. The most he usually got out of someone was a chuckle. “So, uh.. what’s up?” Matt asked, clearly lost as for what to do. Tom was in that same boat.

“Nothin’ much, I guess. I was dragged out of my room and then back into it, though. It’s been a bit of a quirky day.”

Matt chuckled again, and Tom smiled. Matt leaned back and twiddling his fingers. “You, uh, want to get something to eat?”

Tom blinked. “Oh, shit- yeah, that’d be nice.”

And so the night went on.

They made idle chatter, which then turned into a loud, laugh-filled conversation, filled with Tom’s dick jokes and Matt’s absent-mindedness, it was quite a spectacle. Whenever Matt laughed at one of Tom’s jokes, it made him melt in his seat. It was the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. When he didn’t understand one though, Tom would just pull up a picture of some obscure image that, miraculously, explained the joke. Matt, surprisingly, had a lot of stories to tell, all that Tom wanted to hear all about. He said he was a musician. Matt was a part-time model. He pointed out it all started with an ’M’, like his name. Tom kept smiling throughout the whole thing. He couldn’t recall a single other damn night he had been so at ease and happy, and even more surprisingly, with some hot, intriguing guy he’d just met. Though, the longer the blind date went on, the more Tom realized. And felt. And laughed. This dude wasn’t just a piece of hot ginger ass, his personality was also great. His voice was absolutely brilliant. He just hoped Matt liked him as much as he was warming up to the ginger.

After about an hour and a half go by, Matt takes both of Tom’s hands, holding them in his own. “Tonight was a lot of fun, Tommy! It’s been amazing talking to you.”

Tom’s face flushed, and he looked down at their hand-holding session. “Thanks, you too.”

Matt leaned forward then, and planted a quick kiss on Tom’s cheek. Before he could fully pull away though, Tom reached up and grabbed the collar of his lavender shirt, and pulled him back in. Their lips met, and Matt almost fell against the table. His lips were soft and much more perfect compared to Tom’s chapped ones. Tom pulled away, and Matt slumped back in his seat, dazed. Tom smirked as Matt let out a soft sigh, before quietly asking, “Is that what third base is?”

Tom burst out laughing, holding his stomach as Matt joined in too. They both laughed until Matt stood, panting from the outburst. “Alright, I should go.”

“You know what third base actually is?” Tom smirked.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Of course! Now, you better call me or something. This was real fun, we have to go out again sometime.”

“Yeah,” Tom replied, staring at the man. He didn’t want him to leave just yet. “I definitely will.”

Matt smiled, teeth bright as the sun as he hopped up and down for a few seconds before waving and yelling goodbye as he left the diner. Tom stayed sitting at the booth, staring at the door before shifting and looking out the window. He couldn’t see Matt anywhere, he must have turned around the corner. Slowly, he got out his phone and texted a quick message for his friend to haul ass and come pick him up.

It was a short ten minute wait until Edd finally arrived. By then, Tom was exhausted from all the interactions. Edd leaned back, waiting for Tom to tell him about the night. Instead, he just slumped in his seat, kicked his feet onto the dashboard and closed his eyes. Edd huffed. “So, how was it?” He asked.

“’M tired.” Came the annoyed reply.

Edd rolled his eyes. “Good? Bad? Tolerable but you just want to get drunk to forget it?”

Tom was quiet for a bit. Edd sat there, waiting patiently for an answer. Finally, Tom quietly said just the thing he was hoping for.

“It was.. nice.” His cheeks blushed a gentle pink, and he turned his head away so his friend wouldn’t see it. Edd made an excited, sort of squeak sound, and he jostled his friend around.

“You like him!” He squealed.

“Edd, god damn it. Fuck off.” He groaned, mumbling at the end. Edd looked like he was about to explode.

“You are going out with him again and I will not take no as an answer.” He huffed, getting out his keys.

Tom rolled his eyes. “I was planning on doing that already.”

“Good.” Edd nodded before starting the car. As they drove down the road, he leaned close to his friend’s ear and whispered, “Remember to use protection.”

“Edd you asshole!” Tom screamed while Edd snickered as they drove away from the small diner.

#mod wolf #fanfiction #ooc #tomatt #thank you so much btw!!!

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peachcitt · 8 years ago

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a soft chap 32! @gigiree @megatraven @luvclick

guess who didn’t finish this until like an hour ago hahah you could even argue i literally just finished it since i didn’t finish going over it until now. oops. but i still reached over 5000 words which is what i kinda planned since i wanted to make the chapters longer (still gonna take forever tho hahahhahahhhh) anyway this chapter got real soft in the end and i just. dang. wow i love when these kids get soft

Read from the beginning/where it’s originally posted here

Story description: They say that curiosity killed the cat. But it can do a whole lot more than that.

Chapter description: Marinette saves a life. Other stuff happens, and then these kids get soft for each other.

Rated: T (because some things may not be suited for some audiences... nothing major for this chapter honies)

Marinette stared at Alya. After everything that had happened, Alya just passing out from heat stroke felt a little underwhelming, and Marinette took a moment to think about the strange humor in that.

And then it finally registered in her mind that Alya had passed out from heat stroke.

“Oh, God,” Marinette muttered, panic starting to set in. “What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?” She put her hands in her already very disheveled hair, looking around at the orange dirt and rock and feeling the heat of the air pull beads of sweat out of her pores.

As she was looking around frantically, her eyes landed on a very conveniently placed water cooler with a small stack of Styrofoam cups stacked next to it. She fumbled for a cup with shaking hands and poured some water from the water cooler into it, praying she didn’t spill most of the contents by the time she reached Alya.

She hurried over to where Alya had collapsed on the bridge, careful not to look over the sides at the flowing river of molten lava. Kneeling down, it struck her that she still had no idea what to do.

Yes, she had water. Did she know what to do with it? No.

“Please don’t be dead,” she said softly, placing a shaking finger on Alya’s neck to try and feel for a pulse. “That would be very bad.” She had a pulse, but it was a little faint. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief none the less.

She looked down at the quickly evaporating cup of water in her hands and then at Alya. “Please don’t take offense to this,” she said, and then dumped the water directly on Alya’s head.

Alya spluttered awake, her dark green eyes snapping open and very quickly focusing on Marinette, who immediately shifted backwards to give her some space. Her gaze flitted around the surroundings, seeing the water cooler, the cup in Marinette’s hands, Marinette.

Realization at what must have happened dawned on her face, and she stared at Marinette with a bewildered look.

“Um.” The initial freak out of witnessing someone collapse had faded and was now replaced with the freak out of reviving someone who had collapsed who just so happened to have a nasty habit of trying to kill humans. Now that Marinette had gotten this far, she had no idea what to do next. Alya could literally kill her at this moment, and it would all be Marinette’s fault because she revived her.

But Alya didn’t do anything.

She carefully stood up on the rickety bridge, regarded Marinette for a moment longer, and then walked away. Walked away.

Marinette sat on the bridge for who knows how long, wondering how her luck managed to be so good in that moment. And then she realized that her skin was starting to burn a little from her proximity to lava. And that her shin was stinging. And that there was a deep ache throughout most of her upper body.

Now that there was no adrenaline pumping through her veins to help along her movements, it was a difficult task to stand up and walk to steady ground.

She knew Chat would be returning to her at any minute, but she didn’t really like the idea of sitting down and waiting for him by the water cooler and trying to tend to her wounds. The best option was to continue forward and rely on the hope that Chat would find her again, which didn’t seem all that unrealistic since he had done it before.

Continuing on the path, she was very relieved to see a save point glittering on the ground a few feet in front of her. Blocking the path after the save point stood what looked to be a laboratory, pristine and white. There were two paths that went to the north and south, which Marinette guessed were ways to get past the laboratory, but the north path was blocked by two guards who seemed relatively passive about her presence.

Thinking about how to keep moving came second to the save point, though. Save points could heal. Which means that when Chat met back up with her again, she wouldn’t have to worry him too much.

The world went still as she touched the save point, and the blistering heat of the air lessened a little. Marinette breathed a little sigh of relief.

Seeing such a strange laboratory in a place like this…

You’re filled with determination.

Would you like to save?

Marinette pressed the ‘yes’ button, the heat immediately biting at her cheeks as the world unfroze.

“It’s pretty hot here, and I promise it’s not just because I showed up.”

A small shriek slipped from Marinette mouth as she jumped back, one hand clutching her chest, the other held out in front of her in a defensive manner. Chat stood staring at her, seemingly amused with her reaction. “You scared me,” she said, relaxing a little at the sight of his face.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

It only took a moment for Marinette to remember on what terms they separated on, and she frowned, looking over his expression to check for that look of hurt that he’d had when she brushed him off. There wasn’t any trace of it.

“Is Manon safe at home?”

“Extremely grounded, but safe,” Chat said with a shrug. “But I think she’s okay with her sentence for now. By the time her mom finished scolding her, I’m pretty sure she was ready to pass out. I left when her mom made her take a nap.”

“That’s good.” A worry that had been weighing Marinette down lifted. And now to the other worry. “I… I’m sorry for acting cold to you when you left to take Manon,” Marinette said, voice hesitant. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, then looked up at Chat, who was watching her carefully.

“But you aren’t sorry for what you said.”

Marinette took a deep breath. “No. I’m not.”

Chat let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I figured as much.” He looked down at the ground, making a fist in his hair as he thought. “I think we’re just going to have to agree to disagree, bug,” he finally said, looking up at Marinette and letting go of his hair. It stuck up at several odd angles.

“I don’t see why we have to disagree,” Marinette said, crossing her arms and furrowing her eyebrows. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want you getting hurt,” Chat countered, giving her a look that said she wasn’t understanding something very important. “There’s so much at stake if you get hurt, and I’m just trying to protect you.”

“The same goes for you,” she said, unrelenting. “When I saw Alya just now-”

“You saw her?” Chat interrupted. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

She blinked. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“So, what? You’re just going to not tell me things because you think it isn’t a big deal? Even though it is?” He was obviously angry, but Marinette couldn’t really understand why.

“Of course, I would’ve told you at some point, it just didn’t seem that important at the moment,” she said, taking a step back. “Stop being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous?” Chat demanded, and Marinette shrank back a little. “I’m just trying to help you out, make sure you don’t get killed! It’s like you don’t understand how much I care about you and how much I want to be a part of what you’re doing.”

Marinette looked down at her boots, trying to think of what to say to that. “You’re right, maybe I don’t,” she said slowly, picking her words carefully. “I don’t understand how much you care, but if it’s like that, then you don’t understand how I care.” She paused, looking up at him. He was taking in every word she was saying, and she knew that now he would actually listen to her. “The reason I’m so intent on you staying away when Alya is around is because I care about you. You say you want to protect me, and I’m saying that I want to protect you.”

Chat blew out a breath, his shoulders falling as if his muscles were just now letting go of tension. “I know that,” he said, nodding his head. “I know that, but I think it’s a little late for that if Alya already knows I’m with you. There’s no point in trying to protect me from her if she already knows, okay?”

Marinette didn’t like it, but she nodded. “Okay.”

“Now can you tell me what happened?”

And so, she told him everything.

“Can’t say I’m pleased with being called a traitor,” Chat mumbled after she finished. “But it looks like she’s finally understanding that you aren’t evil. She’ll probably stop hunting you down.”

“Because I threw water on her face?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “Sure, it sounds dumb, but Alya has a strong sense of loyalty. It’s why she’s stuck with the Royal Guard for so long, even though she didn’t agree with the policies at first. You saved her life, so now she probably feels indebted to you.”

“Which means that she won’t be killing me so avidly.”

“Basically.”

“Nice to know.”

Chat looked up at the white laboratory behind Marinette, a strange look crossing over his face. “So, what’s next?” She looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. “Ah, I guess I should be the one figuring out what’s next.”

“You being the tour guide and all.”

“Right.” He looked around, his eyes catching on the guards blocking one path. “Best not to get in any sort of fight, so that path is a no go. We can go through the lab pretty easily, I think, so that’s an option. The other path,” – he pointed to the unblocked path – “is where the ferryman is, so if you want to go back to Snowdin or Waterfall for any reason, we can go there before the lab.”

Marinette pulled out her yo-yo, opening up the storage compartment and peering at the contents. She had a bunch of odds and ends that she’d collected in there, as well as a few more gold coins than what she remembered having. Her stock of food had been depleted to one unicicle, Stormy’s Nice Cream, freeze-dried packaged food, and Fu’s crap apple. It seemed like too much for one person to have, but then again Marinette got hurt quite often. And she’d very much like extra just in case Chat got into trouble, too, which was almost a given.

“I think I want to head back to Snowdin for a little bit,” Marinette said, closing her yo-yo and slipping it back into her pocket. “Just to go to the shop and get some food before we move on.”

Chat scanned Marinette’s face, and then the entirety of her appearance. Under his scrutiny, she shrank a bit, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. She knew she probably looked more than bit rough, given that the last time she had a proper shower was when she and Chat were in Snowdin.

“We’ll stop by Grillby’s, too,” Chat said with a nod of his head, starting to walk towards the path to the ferryman. “It’s been a while since we had a proper meal. And I think we should get some rest at the Inn, too.”

“We just had rest at Nathaneal’s,” Marinette said, although she wasn’t really protesting to the idea of a shower and a warm bed for at least a couple of hours.

“Real rest,” Chat said, casting a look over his shoulder at her and giving her a soft smile. “We both know we need it.”

They reached the end of the path, the sound of slow moving water echoed throughout the cave-like place, which had the same sort of blue and purple rock that Waterfall did. Reading a book on a small boat that was floating gently on the waves of the river was a man wearing clothing Marinette would best describe as archeologist-like. He wore an Egyptian ankh around his neck, and the glass lense of one side of his glasses had been shattered, giving Marinette a clear view of his unsettling blue eye, no iris or whites that she could tell. A pharaoh’s headdress adorned his head.

“Jalil,” Chat said, and the man looked up from the thick book in his hands, leveling Chat and Marinette with a stare that made Marinette’s blood run cold. His blue eye seemed to glow unnaturally, while the other eye was just a regular cerulean sort of color. It didn’t help that he didn’t seem to be pleased with their presence.

“Chat,” Jalil replied, snapping the book closed with a sharp thud. His gaze shifted to Marinette, who was standing rigidly perhaps a foot her so behind Chat. “I haven’t seen you before. Who might you be?”

“My name is Marinette,” she said, stepping forward.

Jalil got up from his lounging position on his boat, stretching and popping his back, and he placed the book on top of a pile of others. “Well, Marinette, would you care for a ride on my ferry?”

She looked over at Chat, unsure. It sounded as though Jalil was only offering a ride to her. “I would,” she said hesitantly, “but Chat also-”

“I know that,” Jalil interrupted, and although his voice wasn’t loud or scary, it still made Marinette flinch. “If he’s with you, he can ride.”

“Oh, okay,” Marinette said, her voice small and unsure.

“Thank you, Jalil,” Chat said, bowing his head a little.

He side-eyed Chat, his lips twitching just the slightest bit down before his expression returned to neutral. “Don’t mention it.”

Chat helped Marinette into the boat, gripping her hand as she stepped inside and not letting go until he himself was inside as well. As if he was afraid Jalil would leave without him.

Jalil picked up the oar to the boat, positioning himself at the bow and slowly steering the boat onto the faster waves of the river. The boat rocked gently with each stroke Jalil made, and Marinette sat with her legs drawn in, her limbs feeling stiff.

She looked over at the pile of books by Jalil’s feet. They were all about time travel.

They spent a few minutes in silence before Chat spoke up. “Have you… made any progress?” he asked, and Jalil’s grip on the oar tightened. His knuckle turned white.

“No. She’s just as lost as the last time you bothered to ask.” Marinette didn’t miss the bitterness in his voice.

For a moment, Chat remained silent, and when Marinette looked over at him, she saw that he was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyebrows scrunched together. “Jalil, you know I-”

“Science isn’t your thing anymore,” Jalil interrupted, tone blunt and monotonous. No trace of emotion whatsoever. “I know.” And then quieter, to himself. “I know.”

The rest of the ride was spent in a heavy silence. When they reached a small snow-covered dock, Jalil gently pulled the boat to a stop, dipping his oar deep into the water and holding it there, as if that was the anchor.

“Service is free,” Jalil said as Chat climbed out of the boat and helped Marinette out as well. “Come to me when you want to go back to Hotland.”

“Thank you, Jalil,” Marinette said. He only offered a slight nod, picking up the same book he’d been reading when they’d arrived and opening it back up. It’s like Chat and Marinette didn’t exist anymore.

“I’m sorry about that,” Chat said dipping his head as he led Marinette through the quaint outskirts of Snowdin. “Jalil and I have a sort of history.”

“And it isn’t all that great?”

Chat glanced back at the direction of the ferry, his footsteps pausing for a moment. “He partially blames me for something that happened in the past. He blames me more for not helping to fix it.” His steps resumed, and Marinette followed after him, trying to process the words.

“Why aren’t you helping now?” she asked, looking over at him. His eyes were troubled as he stared down at the dirty snow. “I mean, if you’re okay with me asking.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he said, casting a look over to her before returning his gaze to the snow. “It’s a valid question. I wish I could provide you with an answer that made sense.”

“So even you’re not sure why you aren’t helping?” Marinette asked, her eyebrows knitting together. “Chat, that’s-”

“Don’t get me wrong; I know why. It’s just that the story is pretty complicated. Not to mention long.”

Marinette was silent for a beat. “Okay. Just… Tell me when you think we have time. When you’re comfortable.”

Chat looked over at her, and his expression was as soft and smooth as honey, his lips turning up into a little smile. “Thank you, Marinette.”

They were now in front of the small shop that they had intended to go to, and Marinette gave Chat one more worried look before she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Rose, the shopkeeper, stood behind the counter, arranging some products and trinkets into a pleasing pattern. She looked up at the tinkle of the bell attached to the door, and her face brightened visibly.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, and Marinette blushed a little at the broad grin that spread across her face. “I remember you! That newcomer who was just passing through with a special friend.” Marinette blushed even more. “Though I don’t remember catching your name.”

“Marinette,” she said, walking forward a little shyly. “Hey, Rose.”

Chat looked between the two, his eyes narrowed. “Well, we’re just here for-”

“Oh, goodness, Marinette! Is Chat the special friend?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. Marinette looked over to Chat, and she realized that the last time she’d been in the shop, she’d bought a bell for Chat. Which he was still wearing. She guessed it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

“It’s really not like that,” Marinette said, waving her hands a little and blushing furiously. She wondered if she was lying.

There was a beat of silence. Chat stepped up beside her, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “Sweetheart, it’s not nice to lie like that.”

“Oh, my God,” Marinette mumbled, trying to decide if she should get even more flustered or just roll her eyes. It felt like it had been forever since he’d used such a dumb nickname and had teasingly flirted with her. Now that her feelings were a lot more solid than before, she wasn’t sure if she could handle it.

“I was right,” Rose cooed, and Marinette shrugged out of Chat’s grasp, putting a hand over her face. “Oh, no need to be embarrassed like that. Being in love is great.”

“She’s right, honey,” Chat whispered into her ear, and Marinette could just imagine the horrible smug, shit-eating grin on his face. She shoved his face away.

“Anyway,” Marinette said, trying to shift the conversation away from whatever was happening. “I came to get some more food.” She looked around the shop, her eyes catching on a cooler she vaguely remembered.

She walked over to it and pulled out three bicicles, thinking about how much the other ones she’d bought had helped her. “I think this’ll be all,” she said, placing the bicicles on the counter.

Chat walked up behind her, placing his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist. Marinette’s heart did a little dance. “Are you sure that’s enough?” he asked, and she turned her head a little to look at him only to find that he was already looking at her, his face centimeters away from hers.

“I still have all the other stuff,” she said, trying not to show how much that affected her and turning back to the counter. His hair tickled her cheek.

Rose told them how much it would be, and Marinette pulled out the gold coins from her yo-yo, carefully counting them out and placing them on the counter. After they had paid and Marinette had put the three bicicles in her yo-yo, Rose gave them a little smile.

“I’m glad you two came in when you did. I was just about to head out to visit my partner out by the capitol. If you had come a little later, you would’ve missed me,” she said, and she grabbed a bag behind the counter and lifted it up for them to see.

“That would’ve been bad,” Chat said, though he didn’t sound like he would’ve cared much. Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Marinette said, disentangling herself from Chat’s arms and watching as Rose stepped out from behind the counter.

“Same to you, Marinette,” Rose replied, following them as they walked out of the shop. She flicked the light switch and the warm glow of the shop turned off. When she was out into the snow, she shivered. “I hope to see the both of you again soon,” she said, turning back to them and giving them a parting wave before heading off to what looked like the dock that Chat and Marinette had been. For a brief moment, Marinette wondered if Jalil would be back there when she and Chat wanted to leave. She shook the thought away.

Marinette turned to look at Chat, raising an eyebrow. “What made you act like that?” she asked, and Chat stuck his nose in the air.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The smile playing on his lips told her otherwise. “Where do you want to go next? We could eat before sleep or after, your choice.”

For the moment, Marinette let Chat’s behavior slide. She thought for a second. And in that second, she realized the drowsiness pulled out of her by the cold air. “Sleep first.”

“You got it, bug.”

The Inn was right next to the shop, so the walk wasn’t a long one. When they walked inside, Marinette recognized the boy behind the counter, and it seemed he recognized her as well. A playful grin pulled at his face when he saw Marinette and Chat walk in together.

Chat held out his hand to Marinette. “What?” she asked, tearing her eyes away from Ali.

“Give me some gold coins so I can pay for our stay.”

“What? I can pay for it myself.” She looked over at him, squinting at the noticeably jealous look on his face, his eyes fixed on Ali. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“Hm.”

Marinette looked at Ali, who seemed to be laughing a little. “Oh, my God, you’re ridiculous,” she said, letting herself laugh and pulling out her yo-yo to hand Chat the money.

“Call me whatever you like, sweetheart,” he said, walking to the counter by himself and thrusting Ali the money before returning to Marinette. “But ‘careful’ is my middle name.”

“That’s kind of a bad middle name,” Marinette said as Chat led her to the room they’d be staying in. She waved to Ali as they left the lobby.

“Thank you.” Chat pushed open the door to the room, letting Marinette go in before he followed after her. “Do you want to shower first?” he asked, and Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.

“Are you saying I look dirty?”

“Yeah.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I’ll shower first.”

Pulling her yo-yo out of her pocket and setting it on the nightstand, Marinette looked around for a towel, found one in the closet by the bathroom, and then walked into the bathroom before shutting the door. She took her hair out of her pigtails, making a face at her dirty appearance in the mirror.

The shampoo was the same as last time – CB brand and glittery pink – and Marinette knew she’d have to brace herself for whatever jokes Chat would throw her way after her shower.

Her shower was short and wonderful, the warm water sliding down her body and relieving the stress in her muscles that she didn’t even know was there. It seemed she had just gotten so used to being wound up.

When she finished, she toweled herself off and gave her hair a quick brush through with her fingers, trying her best to fix her bangs into something half-decent. She got back dressed in her tank top, sweater, and shorts, which looked just as new as when she first got them. She grabbed her boots and hung the towel around her neck as she walked out of the bathroom, leaving the light on for Chat.

He was laying on the bed, his hands underneath his head, eyes trained up at the ceiling. When he noticed that she had finished, he sat up, looking over at her at grinning at her glittery hair. “I had missed that hair,” he said as he stood up.

“Yeah, and I had missed when it was clean,” she said, giving him a light shove. “Now you get clean, too, and we’ll match.”

“Oh, how couple-y.” He danced out of her way as she tried to slap his arm, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door with a laugh.

Marinette sat down on the bed with a soft smile on her face, running the towel over her hair one last time, her eyes scanning over the room. And then they caught on the closet by the bathroom. Chat didn’t take a towel in the bathroom, did he?

The water wasn’t running, and it would probably be a process to take off the leather bodysuit he was wearing, so Marinette figured she wouldn’t burst into the bathroom and find him naked. It would be fine. She hoped.

She grabbed a towel from the closet, gave two short knocks on the door as a slight warning, and then opened the door.

He was facing away from her, his shoulders stiff, head bent down. He wasn’t wearing the leather body suit. He was wearing a regular plain, white t-shirt and blue jeans. The sight of his bare arms, tan and muscular, made Marinette freeze.

Slowly, he reached out to the countertop, where a silver ring sat. Marinette watched the movement of his bare hand, the way the lines of his bones moved under his skin. He put the ring on.

His shoulders relaxed. He brought his head up, and Marinette saw his black cat ears materialize on top of his head. She saw the outer edges of his domino mask finish materializing as he turned around.

“Marinette,” Chat said, his tone something unidentifiable. “You startled me.”

She stared at his arms, his hands. The area of skin where the collar of his t-shirt dipped low. “I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered, finally looking up at his eyes, which were the same as they always were. “You hadn’t taken a towel in, and I figured you weren’t naked yet, so I-”

“It’s okay,” Chat soothed, taking the towel from Marinette and putting a bare hand on her shoulder. She resisted the urge to stare at it. “Thanks, sweetheart.” With the same hand that was on her shoulder, Chat pushed her gently out of the bathroom. He gave her a smile before closing the door.

Marinette walked calmly back to the bed, where she sat down and flopped back. She put her hands on her face, resisting the urge to scream.

In retrospect, she did understand that Chat couldn’t wear that bodysuit all the time, but the sight of his skin still came as some big shock that rattled her insides. And it looked like the mask and ears could also be taken off, though he didn’t seem like he wanted her to see that.

She thought about what Chat would look like without the domino mask and the bodysuit. It was near impossible.

Chat got out of the shower a few minutes later, but Marinette didn’t look at him, keeping her hands over her face. She heard his footsteps approach the bed.

“Yes, I know. It’s a shock. I can dress in clothes that aren’t leather.”

Marinette snorted out a laugh, but she still didn’t look at him.

“Are you embarrassed by the sight of my perfect and flawlessly tan skin?”

“Narcissist.”

“You bet.”

She lifted her hands to look over at him. He wasn’t wearing the bodysuit, just the same white t-shirt and blue jeans, but he was still wearing the mask and cat ears. He was looking at her with concern.

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised,” she admitted after a moment, sitting up and making room for Chat to sit beside her. “Objectively, I understand that you probably don’t wear that all the time. Still weird, though.”

He let out a little laugh, and he took her hand as he sat down, playing with her fingers in his lap. “See, that’s why I wear the suit. People’s eyes will burn if I don’t.”

Marinette looked down his hands, feeling the skin on skin contact. “My eyes aren’t burning.”

“Must be because you’re special.”

They spent a minute or so in silence, and then Marinette looked up at Chat. There were little flecks of pink glitter in his hair. She brought a hand up to run her fingers through the wet golden locks, her hand catching on a few tangles. “We match,” she said, gesturing to her own hair.

“How couple-y.” He brought his hand up to her face, pushing her still-damp hair behind her ear and tracing her cheek with his thumb. He leaned forward, and for a moment, Marinette forgot how to breathe. He bumped his forehead with hers. “We should sleep.”

“Our hair is still wet.” She got up from the bed anyway as he pulled back the covers.

“It’ll be fine.” He climbed onto the bed and pat the mattress beside him. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“We both get sick and die,” she said, laying down beside him.

“Or our hair dries nicely as we sleep and we don’t have to worry about it when we wake up.”

They were both laying on their sides, facing each other. Their hands filled the space between them, and Marinette looked at the skin of his hands. She reached out scarred fingers, slowly entwining them with his smooth ones.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she almost couldn’t handle the look on his face. The soft smile, warm eyes – it was almost too much. But she kept staring. And he kept staring.

“You have to close your eyes to sleep,” he whispered.

“The same to you.”

“I don’t ever want to look away from you.”

“God, you’re a sap.”

“You’re right.” He squeezed her fingers. “Close your eyes.” She closed her eyes.

She felt him kiss her fingertips, and then she drifted off, finally asleep.

#miraculous tale #miraculous tale fic #i sort of gave up on the chapter description lmao im sorry #its just that so many different things happen that it's like?? it can't be summarized so easily in a couple of sentences #but trust me its a good chapter #foreshadowing happens and its Good #also i sent a screenshot of th last few lines of this chapter to a group chat im in and one of the members was like #'i can't believe you wrote soft and also relationship goals'#and i was laughing so hard because ive never even been in a relationship isn't writing cool #also im sorry if portions of this chapter are slow or blocky i had real bad writer's blocj for the past couple of weeks but i kinda #tried to push through it the past couple of days #i think the block was like a direct result of heckin binge writing 5000+ words in a day with the last chapter hahah #i wrote at most like 3000 today so it shouldnt be too bad this time around #anyway yesterday i went thrift shopping with a friend of mine an she bought so many dad shirts it was great #and she convinced me to buy this super questionable 80's style windbreaker #when i wear that out i have 0 doubt that i will be shunned but its chill maybe im wrong #but i also got a couple cute clothes and i found a reall y nice regular old zip up sweater #you wouldn't believe how hard those are to find #like i don;t want some faux velvet almost pea-coat think with big buttons and no hood #i just. want a regular sweater #and i found one #im pretty happy about that #and i got other cute clothes so im excited bout that #i think i had chemistry homework but i don't really want to do it #i think there's a test tomorrow and i haven't studied but i have it atthe end of the day so it's okay #also ive been listening to my sappiest playlists for th past few days and its just like #aaaaaaaaa #also as i was writing the end of the chapter today i was listening to shawn mendes so that probably explains how soft everything got lmao #but yeah ive been listeing to soft music that's for being in love and idk about love but like is definitely happening right now and #idk how to feel about that

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