#postal ninja fanfiction

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So here's a hilarious fact - I wrote Care Bears fanfic for my Digital Literacy class final project. Enjoy!

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fandom: hitman

pairing: diana/47

rating: passionate necking

summary: 1941 in Paris, a man, a woman, and some stolen documents. How delicious.

tagged: Alternate Universe - 1940s, Paris (City), La Resistance, casablanca vibes, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @postalninja!!!!!!! I hope you have an amazing day!!!!! I really enjoyed writing this little folly of glamorous agents in occupied Paris, and I definitely want to revisit La Burnwood and her Agent again.

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For the prompts; Auron/Lulu with: “ what if i never see you again? ”

(Several months late in answering this, for which I apologize profusely - will hopefully get to the other unanswered prompts before too long!) "What if I never see you again?" she had whispered, tears beading onto the lashes of her tightly shut eyes as she melted into his embrace. "We can't undo what is done," he had answered, his normally gruff voice soft with regret. "My spirit is destined to the Farplane... But I hope you will visit me there, when you can." And so Lulu came once more to Guadosalam.

She'd visited the gate to the Farplane before; to see Chappu, her first love, and Lady Ginnem, her first failure.

The climb up to the stone stairway now seemed more bitter, more plodding than before.

Was she destined only for doomed relationships? Moving on from Chappu had been hard - devastating, at first. But she had done it. But Auron... her heart still raged at the fact that their time had been cut so cruelly short. He'd already been dead when she'd met him - there was no other way this could have played out. And yet, she'd fallen for him regardless - desperately so. He'd been a kindred spirit, and she had known that he would understand her better than anyone else ever had. Or ever would. When she stood before the image that the pyreflies offered of him, Lulu could not help the hot tears that rolled down her face. She simply stood there and drank him in, remaining in place long enough that her feet began to ache. She sighed. "I don't know if you can hear me," she murmured. "I used to believe that the dead could - that's why I came here in the past. But now..."

She shut her eyes, clenching her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

"Belief hardly seems the comfort it used to be. "I know I should be happy - or, at least, content. We defeated Sin. Spira knows true peace. Your sacrifice was not in vain." She exhaled a defeated breath, her eyes opening again so that her gaze could alight on the illusory form of the one she had lost. "But I miss you. I wish I could join you. "But you... Auron, would you want me to live? To go on without you? It seems too cruel a fate." She stared at him silently once more, the image offering no answers. "'This is your world now', you said," she recalled softly, "But what am I to make of it? A guardian without a summoner to protect and no pilgrimage to embark upon... And a woman without her beloved." All at once, her tears overwhelmed her, and Lulu fell to her knees, sobs wracking her body. She hadn't wept like this in years, but her despair had worn her down. Ever since she had lost him, the world no longer seemed to make sense. She'd been so strong for such a long time, and now her sorrow had eroded that shell, leaving her hollow and lost. Casting her gaze up, she watched Auron's image through the haze of her tears. "How did you do it?" she wailed. "How did you keep going for ten long years after you'd lost everything? Why didn't you give up?" Silence. Lulu crumpled further to the ground, hunching in on herself as she wept. After a time, she ran out of tears, and looked up once more. Auron's form stood there still, motionless, as if he were watching over her. Tell me that you can hear me, she silently prayed. Give me a sign, anything, to show me that you want me to go on. Because I can't - not unless you want me to. She watched, gazing at the planes of his face, waiting. And then, she saw it. His good eye blinked slowly, and the faintest smile pulled at his lips.

"Au-Auron?" Lulu said, pulling herself up to her knees and then to her feet. "Auron, can you hear me?" The gentle curve of his mouth remained. He looked more at peace than she had ever seen him in life - or in his Unsent state, more accurately. He was beautiful. Lulu's tears returned, but they were less bitter, more cathartic than they'd been. "Thank you, my love..." she whispered, her hands pressed over her heart, "for believing in me."

[postalninja]

The second of my two fanfic final projects for university this semester! Luckily my professor is cool and gave us a creative project option for the assignment, because if I'd had to write another research paper I would have lost my goddamned mind The Clerk's Tale from Griselda's perspective, in an attempt to humanize her character and figure out her thoughts and feelings. I wrote it in two days and it could definitely use some polishing, but I don't want to spend any more time on it, so too bad! XD

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I wrote it! Only took five months or so, but I did it! @screaming-firehawk - Let me know your AO3 handle if you have one, as I’d love to gift this fic to you! ^_^

I have this fic idea of a period drama AU stuck in my head of 47 as the Lusty Wodsman in the employ of Lady Diana Burnwood, whose favourite pastime is watching him work with a glass of wine in her hands. I hope it gets stuck in someone else's head too, especially a fic writer or a fan artist.

Dear God please let��Lusty Wodsman be his name 

[postalninja]

My Octopath shortfic series For Redemption - For Master - For Love has reached 1k hits!!! ^_^ This is my first Octopath work to reach this milestone, and only my second work to overall (the first, my Violet Evergarden fic, I consider an outlier, because it has always been my most popular work by an order of magnitude). *throws confetti and streamers in celebration* :D

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Chapter 26 - Bargaining Sir Bernhard had left them with a dilemma, one which the queen pondered ceaselessly in the coming days.

Though she and Olberic had discussed the matter in the wake of his conversation with the traitorous knight, they had yet to come to a decision in regards to Bernhard's fate. And so, while her husband was out seeing to organizing their troops, H'aanit found herself languishing in bed, trying to force herself to land on a solution.

Sir Bernhard was a murderer; there was no denying it. He had slain a foreign envoy, and for this treason, he needed to be punished. But his crimes did not end there – he was embroiled in a conspiracy against the crown, one which had remained cleverly hidden for over five years. No one at court would understand what he had truly done... but perhaps they didn't need to. Continue on AO3

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Fashion Party Confidential - Drawtectives

I wrote a Drawtectives fic for Yuletide! It’s a mini-episode including drawings!! There are shenanigans!!! Summary: This week, on Drawtectives: When a planned night out with their adopted son is spoiled by an unyielding bouncer before it could even begin, the Drawtectives must find a way to ingratiate themselves to the would-be designer by offering their special talents.

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Can I just share a line from a WIP that I’m just, so happy with right now? Won’t specify fandom or context to avoid spoilers, but: Dejected, [redacted] could do nothing but follow in her wake, like a dog kicked by its master – anguished, but obedient.

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HHHGNNGG! I just needed to come onto Tumblr and flail a little because the Octopath Traveler AU story that I’ve been working on for several months already on and off is starting to come together SO MUCH, and I am just EXCITED. At first, it was sort of just me wanting to play with a different romance trope and I was having a lot of trouble figuring out the worldbuilding, but I am finally THERE, and there is going to be so much DRAMA and it is going to be SO. GOOD. I cannot wait to finish this story, and I already know that it will probably be two stories, and maybe more than that in a series depending on where it ends up taking me, but I wish it wasn’t time for me to go to bed because I want to keep writing but I need to work in the morning so... sigh.

But after this week I’m on vacation, so THEN I’m going to write my butt off! :D

[postalninja]

7 for the Ask Game, please!

47 watched as Cortazar struck Diana across the face, saw her body crumple and fall to the ground. His fists clenched in silent fury, his vision blurring with the effort to stop himself from reacting. He needed to play the part. He was simply Mister Flowers, nothing but a sommelier, and Diana was just another Herald. If he could keep himself together a little bit longer, just until Yates dismissed him, then he could allow his rage to drive him towards his goal.

His eyes stayed on Cortazar as Diana rose to her feet, regal and poised as ever, and was led from the room. He was going to kill this man. And he was going to enjoy it.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Octopath Traveler (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Olberic Eisenberg, Werner (Octopath Traveler), Erhardt mentioned Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, headless horseman au, halloween fic, Unhappy Ending, canon-divergence, Creepy, Darkfic, Referenced Decapitation Summary:

When mysterious hoofbeats begin sounding near Cobbleston at night, Olberic, wishing to protect the village, lends his aid investigating their cause... though it may ultimately lead him to his doom.

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Chapter 5 - Consequences His face dejectedly buried in his hands, Olberic sat on the sitting room sofa in the royal suite, heartbroken and distraught.

H'aanit was finally asleep in their bedroom, having eventually given in to exhaustion after hours spent weeping.

Would a day not come when his wife no longer had need for tears? What more must go wrong in her life before the Gods were satisfied with her suffering?

Primrose came to sit beside him, laying a comforting hand to his shoulder. Olberic lifted his head, meeting her eyes. Continue on AO3

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Chapter 8 - Reinforcements When Olberic and H'aanit retired to their bedchamber later that night, the prince found himself troubled still by their earlier conversation.

How deep had the plot to bring down Hornburg truly gone? Who had Erhardt been working for? Who had summoned that army to their doorstep?

As he settled into bed, he could feel the same tension radiating from H'aanit beside him. He could tell that his wife was deep in thought.

“Are you as disturbed by all of this as I am, my love?” he asked hesitantly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her upper arm.

“Yes,” she admitted with a breathy sigh. “And I fear that there might be bigger implications at play.” Continue on AO3

[postalninja]

An excerpt from my current WIP; an Octopath AU, where H’aanit is a princess and Olberic is a knight in her service (because I wanted an excuse to make them fall in love all over again, okay???) A bit more than six sentences, just to not cut a paragraph in half. “He sheathed his sword, and sat on the low wooden bench at the end of the practice yard, watching as the large double doors of the gatehouse opened. In marched a small procession; a few fellow knights who he had not seen at the castle before, the trumpeters who had so rudely interrupted his practice, several ladies-in-waiting, and... the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon.

Her pale hair was intricately braided and coiled around her head, though a few tendrils seemed to have come loose, framing a face which could have been carved from marble, had it not been brought to dazzling life by a pair of hauntingly green eyes. She stood tall and confident, her measured strides flowing smoothly from beneath a fitted riding gown topped by a thick, fur mantle. There was a deadly grace to her that he recognized from having spent his whole life around fighters; noble though she may be, she was surely trained in the use of a weapon.

He knew who she was, of course. He had heard much talk of Princess H'aanit since his arrival in the Woodlands, though he had not yet had the honor of making her acquaintance. When he had been brought into King Z'aanta's service, he had learned that the king had a daughter, and that she was away on a diplomatic mission in the Frostlands. It seemed that she had now returned.“

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A chance comment by an inebriated Z'aanta changes the course of H'aanit and Olberic's relationship in a way neither of them expected.

Stonegard Tavern

H'annit smiled over her mug of mead and rolled her eyes at hearing Z'aanta exaggerating his exploits once again. His audience was Olberic, whom she has warned of her master's penchant for embellishment.

“I tellen thee, the size of the beast was beyond imagining! And yet still, one arrow from my quiver was all it tooketh!”

The old man's speech was beginning to slur; the three of them had been at the tavern since early evening and it was now long passed the stretching of the shadows of night. It seemed that for every mug that H'annit and Olberic finished, Z'aanta would consume two.

Olberic chuckled deep in his throat, a warm and rich sound. "Most impressive," he admitted. "I should have liked to have seen it myself."

Z'aanta smiled crookedly. "Ah, dost thou doubt me, Olberic? Tellen him, H'annit.

H'aanit leveled her gaze at her master. "Tellen him what? That my master inflatest the greatness of his deeds when he is in his cups? He knoweth this."

Her response elicited a hearty laugh from Olberic, and a widening of Z'aanta's eyes. "H'aanit, thou woundest me," her master dramatically replied. His expression softened, "Ah, lass... 'tis good to spenden time with thee again. I never doubted that thou wouldst succeeden in rescuing me."

Z'aanta gestured his mug towards Olberic. "And Sir Olberic! I must thanken thee for thy part in helping H'aanit with her quest. She is most fortunate to haven such a strong companion to rely on."

Olberic lifted his mug in turn. "It was my honor. Though I am certain she could have managed on her own; she is quite skilled in the art of the fight. A credit to your training."

Z'aanta laughed and bellowed, "That she is! To H'aanit!" and proceeded to drain his mug.

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