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Winter Passing | Chapter 12

Summary: After car accident leaves him at the base of a mountain with no sign of civilization for miles, a breakup is the least of Henry’s problems. Just as death’s icy fingers begin to coil around him, salvation presents itself in the form of an old cabin in a clearing. Despite years of being told fairy tales and ghost stories that warn against such things, he uses his last of his strength to reach the cottage. When he wakes, he finds not a demon, but an angel, long removed from the insanity of the modern world. Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x OFC Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: A wee bit of angst. A/N : To make up for the last update, this one was far easier to hash out, and ended up being longer than I even planned. Enjoy!

Stepping foot inside the coven took Henry’s breath away. Gone was any sense of Roman architecture, replaced by the arresting columns and vaulted ceilings made fashionable by the Gothic movement. Looking up, Henry’s eyes widened as he realized the pinnacles of the ceilings were open to a sky that seemed not-of-earth. Stars shone not only white, but pink, purple, and blue, while the moon looked as though it might sink into the entryway at any moment, hanging so close, Henry felt like he could reach out to touch it.

While he knew that they’d just been out in the sunlight, being under the cover of darkness inside somehow felt more fitting. Hand clasped tightly in Olivia’s, Henry found himself unable to move, rooted to his spot as he took in the grandeur and magic of a sky so familiar, yet so very, very different from his own. Were it not for the feel of Olivia’s soft palm against his, Henry would have sworn he was in a dream.

When he finally managed to tear his eyes away from what was above him, Henry took in the impressive surroundings, finding them equally as captivating as the night sky. Each stone archway was intricately carved and immediately caught his gaze. Some told part of a story, like the stations of the cross, others were adorned with what he could only imagine were symbols important to the coven; some simply held filigree the likes of which he was accustomed to seeing in ancient buildings all across Europe. Every 20 paces or so was an ornate candle-lit chandelier, the yellow of the flames contrasting nicely against the wash of blue light from the night sky. Marble statues twice his size and portraits painted during the renaissance flanked each walkway, Henry finding it oddly bittersweet that he wouldn’t have time to take in each one. It took a gentle tug on his hand to bring Henry out of the whirlwind of art and history, and looking down at Olivia, he couldn’t help his sheepish smile.

“I know. It’s a lot to take in. We don’t have much time. Dinner’s in half an hour,” Olivia smiled knowingly, jerking her head towards one of the two grand staircases.

“Is this a formal dinner?” He asked as they followed an usher up the stairs, Henry’s voice soft and almost conspiratorial as they went.

“Yes, but don’t worry, you won’t be underdressed. There’s a reason I packed light,” Olivia winked, pausing behind the usher as the man opened the door to her apartments.

“Bigger than I imagined,” Henry breathed, walking into a room fit for a 14th century princess. An ornately-carved, four-poster bed covered in navy velvet took up the majority of the room, with a matching mahogany fireplace across from it. As he watched Olivia step over to it, Henry had to press his lips together to keep from chuckling. Unlike the hearth back home, this one was taller than Olivia, allowing enough space for her to walk into it if she chose.

“Shall I be wearing chainmail for tonight’s festivities?” He joked, Henry moving to take a seat at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on Olivia as he watched her start a fire with a simple snap of her fingers.

With the room well on its way to being adequately heated for the night, Olivia gave Henry a deadpan smile. “Hardly, unless you consider a tux the modern equivalent,” she replied, moving to stand between his legs, her expression softening as she met his gaze.

“Thank you for coming with. I know it’s a lot in a short span, but I feel better with you here, rather than leaving you alone out there with no idea how to defend against that apparition,” she whispered, stroking her hand across his cheek, grinning at how his stubble felt against her fingers.

“I’m thrilled to tag along. This has been incredible and we’ve only just arrived,” Henry whispered back, cupping Olivia’s face in both hands before giving her a sound kiss, leaving no doubt that he was there for her, and enjoying every moment of it.

Though Olivia wanted nothing more than to fall back into the soft sheets and connect with Henry the way they tended to do whenever they had a free moment, she knew the schedule was tight and that Theofina would not appreciate their tardiness.

“Alright handsome, get up, time for your fitting,” Olivia smirked, knowing it would take a bit longer to prepare Henry than it would for her to dress. “Arms out, legs slightly apart, like you’re at the tailor’s, please.”

She watched the confusion grow on Henry’s face, Olivia hiding her smile as she walked slowly around him. The idea had been in her head since the first invitation, but had finalized only as they’d driven from Rome to the gates.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her right hand until it was level with Henry’s chest. Like he’d seen happen before, waves began to form right in Olivia’s palm. This time however, the water was the color of the sea at midnight, the waves far calmer than he’d seen in the past. Mesmerized by the glint of the water against the moonlight that filled their room, Henry didn’t notice Olivia moving her left hand into position.

A sudden burst of cold hit him, forcing Henry to shut his eyes momentarily as he shivered against the temperature change. When he opened them again, he found himself donning a navy tuxedo jacket with black lapels, a white shirt with labradorite buttons, slacks the same inky blue as the jacket, and to top it all off, a black bowtie and patent-leather Oxfords. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror next to the hearth, Henry found that Olivia had even managed to style his hair, his curls defined and not weighed down in the slightest; it was the best he’d ever looked, for any event he’d been invited to.

“Wow.” He managed, smoothing a hand over his lapel admiringly.

“That’s nothing. Watch this,” Olivia smirked, giving Henry a wink before stepping back. With the same left hand raised, this time towards herself, Olivia raised both hands over her head as she began to spin. Henry watched as the water in her palm began to cascade down, coating her as though it were paint. With one final spin, her street clothes vanished, a gown fit for a queen in their place.

Henry gasped out of instinct, having never seen Olivia look more stunning. With a lace-covered bodice and a train that mimicked the ocean waves she was a master at creating, Olivia looked every inch the powerful witch Henry knew her to be. It was the color, however, that put the cherry on top. A deep hue reminiscent of the sky above them, the color against Olivia’s olive skin was breathtaking. Mouth ajar, Henry stood transfixed, more impressed by the woman in front of him than of any statue or painting.

The coven hadn’t seen a human in its midst in quite some time, or so it seemed, at least to Olivia. As they descended the grand staircase, she knew all eyes were on them, and for once, was grateful for the veil those of her order wore during any event. Dyed to match her ensemble, Olivia felt secure in the knowledge that she was one of the best-dressed at the celebration of Imbolc, a fact confirmed when she heard several other witches’ teeth clicking as she passed them on their way into the great hall.

Stopped at the door only to be given a candle, Olivia let any thoughts of others disappear as she closed her eyes, took a breath, and remembered those who had come before--most importantly, her mother.

She took in the hall as she opened her eyes, finding peace and beauty in the multitude of white candles that filled the room, knowing that if nothing else, she’d enjoy a proper celebration of Imbolc, not the simplistic version she was used to year after year.

“You’ve set tongues wagging,” Estrella’s voice made Olivia beam, and in looking over, she found her closest friend looking immaculate in a gold and black ensemble that brought back memories of wars long forgotten.

“You kept them,” Olivia mused softly, reaching out to touch one of Estrella’s many gold arm bands reverently.

“How could I not?.”

The two touched foreheads, saying more with silence than they ever could with words. Henry watched the exchange with respectful interest, realizing for the first time how little he knew of Olivia’s history. Whatever had occurred between them, Henry knew it had only served to bring them closer, and for that, he was glad. Olivia had seemed like such a solitary creature at first, that knowing she had at least one friend who was like blood to her, eased his heart a little.

It was Theofina’s voice that broke the moment, her low tone one that immediately called for respect and attention. No matter what they were doing, the whole of the coven stopped to listen.

“Welcome all to our celebration. Imbolc is a time of hope and renewal of strength. Of new life, and growth. A promise of things to come and a light at the end of the darkness. We come together tonight not only to reamplify our power, but to grow stronger as a coven. Welcome to all who are joining us for the first time, or for the first time in years. May you seek that which you wander for. Let us begin the feast!”

Not five minutes into dinner and she could feel the stares directed at Henry, most of them lustful in quality. The women of her coven had never bowed to the societal pressure to be modest or demure. If they wanted a man, they made it plainly apparent, and despite being a mere mortal, the women of Athanato Fengari wanted Henry.

Olivia’s only saving grace was that Henry seemed to pay them no mind, his attentive gaze fixed solely on her and his plate as they ate. Bolstered by tender touches to her back and hair, Henry silently made it clear he only had eyes for her, and as dinner progressed, she relaxed and began to actually enjoy her food.

Just as she was finishing her plate of Parthian chicken and fire-roasted vegetables, Olivia felt a tap at her shoulder. Looking up, she came face-to-face with Theofina, the older woman wearing a wry smile that immediately put Olivia on edge again.

“Nice of you and your…plus one to join us,” she greeted, her tone withering as she looked down at the couple.

“Thank you for having us,” Olivia said, feigning a smile for the benefit of everyone watching. Without looking, she knew that everyone in range was looking at them, not only because Henry was human, but because Theofina so rarely singled people out during festivities.

“It’ll be your first Imbolc in the coven since--”

“Yes, since then,” Olivia cut her off, not about to let Theofina air out the past in front of members she didn’t even recognize. Though she was under no illusion that her history wasn’t been spread like wildfire each time a new class of girls initiated into the coven, she didn’t want anyone getting the pleasure of hearing it from the horse’s mouth.

“Well, you know the offer still stands, even though you’ve chosen a mere human as your temporary companion. We have…ways of making it work. All you have to do--”

Olivia stood abruptly, her face mere inches from Theofina’s. There was heat behind her glare, and though she stood firm, her hands shook visibly.

“I will never agree to that arrangement and you know it. I see now the true reason why you summoned me. I should have known things would never change with you still in power. My mother was right about you. Absolutely right.” Olivia spat, her eyes filled with fury and anguish for the past.

Without allowing Theofina time to respond, Olivia fled the great hall, tearing into a run as soon as she was outside the room, not stopping until she reached the scrying pool in the garden. Tears washed down her cheeks as she collapsed at the edge of the inky water, not noticing it slowly begin to swirl.

Henry, who’d bolted out of his seat as soon as Olivia had left the room, was only a few steps behind, his strides getting longer as he stepped over the beginnings of the newly-planted hedge maze that would soon envelop the pool. His expression softened when he saw Olivia curled over, hands covering her face.

“My love?” He spoke softly as he approached, Henry reaching out to smooth a hand down Olivia’s exposed back, before taking her chin in hand so she could meet his gaze. She could only manage a moment’s glance, before a fresh wave of tears caused her face to crumple in grief once more. Henry moved swiftly, sitting down and easily bringing her into his protective embrace. Cradling Olivia close, he simply held her as she cried, knowing better than to offer platitudes for a situation he still didn’t fully understand.

Slowly, the sobs turned to whimpers, then to the staccato silence of someone trying to regain their normal breathing pattern. Eyes closed, Henry could feel the pain radiating off Olivia in waves, crashing against his own heart despite the fact that she was composing herself.

“I’ve always wondered if my mother’s death was truly an accident. Witches, in general, aren’t exactly the type to have accidents. We don’t kill easy. Theofina’s unrelenting need for the power that runs through my veins--that ran through my mother’s--makes me wonder if the rumors are true. And her wanting me to get pregnant...Gods, I could only imagine what she would do to the infant. It’s why I had it all removed in the first place.”

“You had a hysterectomy. That’s why you said I was shooting into a desert.” Henry remembered their conversation, understanding now why she could speak on the subject with so much more ease than other women who’d had the same procedure under different circumstances. Olivia nodded, turning her gaze to the scrying waters. With a wave of her hand, she brought up a scene that though silent, nevertheless made Henry immediately hold her tighter, his expression creasing in pain for his beloved.

There in the murky ripples, was a scene reminiscent of the Spanish Inquisition. Olivia’s face contorted in a perpetual scream as Estrella worked quickly to remove the organs that both women knew couldn’t stay. Panic filled the room, Estrella continually looking over her shoulder between cuts, urged on by her friend’s pain and need. Olivia’s face was pale and clammy, each muscle strained taught as she fought to remain conscious through the ordeal. Unconsciously, Henry cupped her head, pulling it flush to his chest before kissing her crown over and over again.

“Estrella was kind enough to help me; she risked not only her life, but her place in the coven for me. She was quick with the blade, and ensured I recovered properly.” Olivia’s voice lowered to a whisper before she added, “She keeps that which is most sacred hidden away, where even I can’t find it.”

Henry squeezed her close, holding on tightly, until the image on the water had passed, replaced by that of an older woman. Looking closer, Henry recognized the face immediately, though the fear associated with it vanished, the new version of it full of life. Kind eyes nearly identical to Olivia’s stared back at him, the woman’s expression filled with joy and appreciation.

You were made for her as she was made for you. Keep her heart and she’ll keep yours. Remember… Life is full of surprises.

Jolting as he heard the voice clear as day in his head, Henry looked down to find Olivia’s tears had returned, this time hand-in-hand with a smile just as bright as her mother’s.

“Mater,” Olivia whimpered, reaching out to touch the water, her fingers stopping mere inches from the surface as she realized that moving the water would break the image.

“I miss you so much. There wasn’t enough time. You still had things to teach me.”

The words, coupled with Olivia’s tears, left Henry’s own vision blurring. Though he had no idea how long it had been since her passing, he knew to count himself lucky; his own mother was still alive and just a phone call away. Without realizing it, he began to rock Olivia, tears slipping down his cheeks as he watched the two communicate in silence.

A rustle in the garden made them both look up, Henry quickly wiping his tears as he readied himself for another confrontation between Olivia and Theofina. Instead, he found Estrella and a few other women standing just beyond the hedge maze, each holding a candle.

“It’s time, sister,” Estrella spoke softly, her expression one of understanding as she caught sight of the tear tracks on Olivia’s face. With a discreet wiggle of her fingers in the water, Olivia made the image of her mother disappear before standing. Taking a deep breath, she wiped a hand over her face, Henry watching in awe as any sign of her tears disappeared, Olivia looking as fresh and put together as she had upstairs, hours before. Wiping his own eyes once more, he followed her as she cut back across the hedges and joined her sisters.

Watching as the line of men and women shuffled ever closer to the door of the great hall, Henry began to feel his nerves take over. Though he knew how to do it, he’d never considered himself a great dancer. He watched, hugging Olivia from behind as each couple in front of them were announced and promptly took the floor, moving swiftly around the great hall in what he could only assume was a Foxtrot or some variation of it; whatever version it was, it included far more spins and turns than he’d ever done with anyone.

Squeezing his hand, Olivia smiled up at him reassuringly. “Don’t fret. I’ll be the one getting dizzy,” she joked, giving his forearm a gentle jostle.

As their name was called, Olivia moved into position, slipping one hand in his while the other slid up to his shoulder. With a bright smile, she counted down and moved them out, leading only for a moment until Henry got his bearings.

The candles seemed to flit in and around them, dancing it seemed, along with everyone in the hall. Before he knew it, they had already lapped the room, not one foot out of place. Head held high, Olivia beamed up at him, pride and love clear in her gaze.

The more they danced, the more time seemed to slow. Looking at all the blurry, passing faces in the crowd, Henry could feel the energy being created, each spin and turn amplifying it to such a degree that he wondered whether those in the outside world could see it, a homing beacon of sorts.

He was in awe, shaking his head as they went for another lap, unable to fathom how every movement felt so light and effortless; it was as if he’d been a ballroom dancer all his life. Though he was almost positive a certain element of magic was involved, he couldn’t put his finger on when it had happened, and dared not think too hard on it lest it break whatever hold on him it had.

Instead, he waited for the swell of the music, and when the time was just right, he leaned down and kissed Olivia with all the love he had in his heart, hoping it was enough to lift the heaviness of the day, if only for one, perfect moment.

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eternalnight8806-3 · 5 years

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Ch 3 The Cat and the Fox

Category: Romance, Modern College AU

Rating: Will be Explicit but for now I’ll just say Mature for language and drinking

Pairing: InuKag

Words: 2,357

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Hey, I have a kind of personal question for you

InuYasha rubbed his tired eyes and stretched. He had been staring at his laptop for the last 3 hours straight trying to finish this damn midterm paper. The sound of his phone buzzing caught his attention. Who the hell would be texting him at 2 a.m.? Miroku was downstairs with the other idiots watching some stupid Netflix show he never could get into about a women's prison. The goofy grin that spread across his face upon seeing her name was completely accidental, or so he would tell you.

Shoot

What happened to your mom? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I was just sitting here thinking about it and I realized you never told me how she died. But it's totally fine if you don't want to tell me. I swear.

InuYasha almost laughed out loud at her obvious text babbling. It's cool. She had breast cancer.

Oh sweetie I'm so sorry. It must have been so hard to lose her that way.

Honestly, it wasn't long after her diagnosis. She was already stage 4 by the time they caught it. They tried everything they could but a month later she was gone. It was hard. Still is. I miss her a lot. She was my rock

Yeah. I don't know what I would do without my mom. She's the kindest woman ever. She's always supported me in everything. You never mentioned your dad though?

He died when I was a baby. I never knew him.

Wow.

Yeah. Hey what are you doing up anyway? I thought you had to work this weekend?

I do. Couldn't sleep. My brain just won't shut off.

Missed me that much in 24 hours?

You're incorrigible

Always

You don't have a humble bone in your body do you?

Maybe one

* eyeroll emoji *

What time do you have to be up?

In exactly 2.5 hours. I have to catch the 5:45 train to get there on time.

Jesus woman! Go to sleep!

I already told you I can't

Do I need to come over and sing you a lullaby?

InuYasha regretted that the instant he hit send. She would definitely think he was total creepy bastard now.

Lol. You don't know where I live

He hesitated before typing again. Fine. I'll call you. I hope you like shitty renditions of twinkle twinkle little star.

* a series of crying laughing emojis *

Can't be worse than my little brother trying to sing to our cat Buyo.

You have a brother?

Yep

Me too. Well a ½ brother. Older. And an asshole.

Oh yeah? Ever talk to him?

Not really. Like I said he's an asshole.

Got it. Foxy doesn't like his big bro

InuYasha's eyebrow quirked. Foxy?

Ummm... yeah???

What is that?

Ummmm

Your name?

Is it now wench? ;)

Ha. Ha.

Hey, what do you call me?

Catwoman

I suppose that makes sense.

Why do you call me Foxy? ;)

Because of your costume

Suuuuuuure

You're obviously delusional

Am I?

Severely.

Well you're the one talking to me at 2:45 in the morning

Yeah. I know. I need a padded room next to yours

So I can sing twinkle twinkle for you?

OMG stop! I'm going to wake up my room mate!

Sorry...

You really should get some sleep wench.

I know.

Night Foxy

Night wench

InuYasha couldn't sleep after that. He felt guilty for keeping her up, even though she had texted him first. Inane images scrolled past his eyes as he delved into the internet black hole, searching for something to occupy his mind. Finally, when he realized it was about 5 minutes past the time she said she had to be awake, he decided to make sure she had gotten up ok.

Wakey wakey wench

Kagome groaned aloud at the sound of her alarm. She tried to roll over and go back to sleep but then her phone dinged.

Don't wanna

C'mon. You gotta. That job you love so much is beckoning

Damn you

You're cranky in the morning ain't ya?

Only for people who won't let me sleep

But you have to go babysit brats

Uggggh. Fine. I'm up. Happy?

Are you actually up? Like out of bed?

Kagome put her feet on the floor next her bed. Yes...

Don't believe you

She sent him a picture of her feet on the floor.

Sexy

Shut up jerk

Get ready for work wench

I would if someone would quit distracting me

I'm distracting huh? ;)

You're maddening

Only for you wench

I'm getting dressed now

I'll be right over

Ha. Ha.

Again, I remind you, you don't know where I live

I'll sniff it out

Very funny

Seriously, I'm up and getting dressed now

Go back to sleep

She pulled off her nightclothes and tossed them in the direction of her hamper as she made her way over to the closet. Pulling out a sweater and jeans, she made her way back over to the bed where she'd laid her phone.

Never did

What? Why?

Just distracted

Kagome wasn't sure what to make of that, so she decided to ignore it as she pulled the jeans up over her hips. Then go to sleep. Weirdo.

Only after I know you get to work ok

You're nuts. I won't get there for another hour!

So?

Go to sleep.

Nope. Gotta know you're safe.

The sweater made it's way over her head and down to her waist. Overprotective much? She grabbed her hairbrush and set to work on her tangled mane.

Only of cheeky wenches

Oh now I'm cheeky? The hairbrush returned to her nightstand.

Yep

Kagome picked up her purse and keys before quietly exiting her room. I'm leaving now. Go to sleep

I told you, not til you're at work

Kagome didn't respond during her 20 minute walk to the subway station. She hoped he would fall asleep waiting for her to text back. No such luck.

Oi wench! Where'd you go?

To the train

Hahaha

Cheeky wench

You on the train?

I am now.

Good. How long of a ride is it?

20ish minutes

What do you normally do on the train at too damn early o'clock?

Lol. Well, listen to music, or read. Sometimes I people watch but there aren't too many people on the train this early on Sunday.

People watch?

Yeah. People will do the weirdest things when they think no one is watching them. I've seen people practically doing it right in front of me before

Doing what exactly? ;)

Shut up

Never wench

You make it too easy

Do I now?

Yep.

Will you just go to sleep?

You at work?

Then I'm gonna go with no

How did I see that coming?

Idk maybe because I've said it like 1000 times already

Alright alright I get it.

' Now approaching 10 th street station' came the automated voice over the loudspeaker. Kagome stood and slid her phone into her pocket to keep it from falling out of her hand as she exited the train. Since the station was nearly deserted it was easy for her to maneuver her way out to the street to make the short walk to work. Once outside, she saw that the sun was now fully on the horizon, creating beautiful hues of pink and orange. Stopping for a moment, she smiled and took it all in. The crisp autumn air whipped her raven locks around her shoulders. Seeing the sun between the trees, Kagome couldn't resist the urge to snap a photo with her phone and send it to her new self-proclaimed watchdog.

Isn't it so beautiful Foxy?

Just like you wench ;)

Kagome snorted as she walked and texted at the same time. You don't know what I look like

Sure I do. Long black silky hair, eyes the color of dark chocolate, ivory skin. See? I know

Still, you've not seen my face

Don't have to

She didn't know how to respond to that. Lucky for her though, she rounded the last corner before coming up to Yoro North's front door. She took a picture of her hand opening said door and sent it to him.

All safe. Please sleep now? I'd feel awful if you didn't get any sleep because of me

Not your fault wench. I'm a big boy. But I promise I'll close my eyes now. Have a good day at work.

Thanks Foxy. Sweet dreams!

Kagome tucked her phone back into her pocket as she walked right past Ayame's death glare without giving the girl a second glance. As she stepped around the corner to make her way back to the classroom, she found herself cemented smack dab into Koga's chest.

“Whoa there, sweetheart!” He said as he grabbed her shoulders and gently pulled her back. “You alright?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Kagome shook her head to clear the fog from having the wind knocked from her slightly. Looking up into his sky blue eyes, she didn't miss the smirk that crossed his features at her antics. “I-I'm fine, Koga. Thanks. Hey, actually there was something I wanted to run by you if you've got a minute?”

“Sure thing, darling. Step into my office?”

Kagome had noticed his use of several terms of endearment in the last few days, but she didn't mind it so she didn't say anything to her new boss about it. Instead, she walked into his office and sat herself down without being prompted. Koga came around her to sit himself on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms lazily and smiling down at her.

“What can I do for ya, love?”

“Well, I've noticed that we don't ever take the kids anywhere outside of this building and its grounds. Is there a reason for that?”

Koga's face took a decidedly less happy appearance. “Kagome, this building is all that stands between these kids and the outside world. Humans aren't exactly welcoming to our kind, with the exception of the rare person such as yourself. We don't take the kids anywhere for their own protection but also for yours. You've seen how they can be with eachother. Imagine if they did that to a human? The backlash would be catastrophic.”

Kagome frowned. “So, they never get to leave here? Ever?”

“We occasionally take them to other facilities to interact with other children, but for the most part, yeah, they stay here.”

“And it's absolutely out of the question to take them to say a park?”

Koga's eyebrow quirked up in interest. “A park? Kagome, we have outside areas here for them.”

“I know that, Koga, but they should interact with other kids. Even human ones. I think it'll be good for them to socialize outside of their comfort zones. Some of them desperately need it. Besides, imagine if you were on the front lines of demon-human coexistence?”

Koga sighed deeply. “Kagome, I wish things were different but they're just not. I can't allow you to put the kids or yourself in that kind of danger. I'm sorry.”

The look of supreme disappointment that crossed her features nearly caused the wolf to cave. “If you say so, Koga. I'll go relieve Ginta and Hakkaku now.” She stood and exited his office with slightly slumped shoulders. She had been so sure she could convince him to let her take the kids out for a little while. Sighing, she decided she would just have to keep working him down until he agreed. Eventually, he would see her reasoning.

xxx

The next two weeks almost flew by for both InuYasha and Kagome. Even in the midst of studying for their impending final exams in a couple weeks, the pair never let a night pass without talking. It became part of both of their routines. They both looked forward to hearing from the other. Something that both of their respective room mates had not failed to notice.

“InuYasha, are you ever actually going to meet this girl?” Miroku asked his hanyou friend one Saturday afternoon.

“I have, jackass.”

Rolling his eyes, Miroku huffed. “You know what I mean. Sango and I have actually been on actual dates and you know, know eachother's names.”

“Bully for you. Now fuck off.” InuYasha practically yelled as he tried to stick his headphones on his ears.

Sighing, he took his friend's obvious hint and went downstairs to meet Sango. Upon seeing her leaning against the banister, fingers looped in her jeans, he couldn't help but smile. She smiled back and asked, “Everything ok up there? I thought I heard someone yelling.”

Miroku took his girlfriend's hand and went to exit the house. “Yeah. Just my room mate being an idiot.”

Sango raised an eyebrow in question. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He met a girl at the Halloween party but has yet to actually learn her name or even see her face outside of whatever mask she was wearing. They just text constantly.”

Sango's eyes widened. “Th-they do?”

Miroku didn't hide his puzzled expression. “Yeeeeeah...”

“Um... well...”

Stopping mid step on their trek to the campus food court, Miroku eyed his girlfriend suspiciously. “Sango?”

Biting her lip, the girl looked down at the concrete. “I think your room mate is texting my room mate.”

Eyes widening to nearly the size of saucers, Miroku burst out laughing. “You're kidding!?”

Shaking her head, Sango responded, “Nope. She calls him Foxy. I guess he was wearing a fox costume or something?”

Miroku was nearly on the ground by this point. “Jesus! Yep. That's him.”

“I don't see how this is so funny.”

Finally calming himself, Miroku placed his hands on her shoulders, “Because my dear Sango, this cannot be purely coincidental. Maybe the strings of fate had a hand in this, eh?”

Sango rolled her eyes. “You're an idiot. What are we gonna do? I can't just lie to her.”

Placing a finger on his lips thoughtfully, Miroku had a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Mayhaps you won't have to my dear...”

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we're artists, baby | kth

→ synopsis ; taehyung was incredibly, unbelievably talented in any medium you could offer him. y/n ? she couldn't draw a stick figure if she tried.

→ word count ; 2011

→ genre ; fluff ?? angst if u squint ?? idk

→ pairing ; street artist!taehyung x art hoe!reader

→ a/n ; this is for my MF BOYFRIEND TAEHYUNG’S BIRTHDAY bc he's the love of my life my angel my world and he deserves nothing less than the mf best okay okay ik it's late don't BULLY me

There are worse things in the world, Y/n believes. Having your life turned into a Law and Order SVU would be worse, of course. Hoseok could be inviting her over to blindly set her up with another one of his endearing friends who she would much rather be good friends with.

That would definitely be worse.

Unfortunately, Y/n can't help but feel a bit self conscious. How couldn't she, when a masterpiece sat in front of her, nearly taunting her with talent she so greatly wanted to obtain yet couldn't even find in herself. She looked at the mural, an art piece by one anonymous ‘Vante’, the tagging artist that has been taking the internet by storm.

If you ask Y/n, she wasn't jealous. Not at all.

If you ask Namjoon, he could tell you about the nights where Y/n got a little bit too tipsy and poured her heart out about her insecurities and jealousy swimming for the artist she didn't know.

Y/n gazed at the piece again, wrapping her arms around herself due to the sudden chill. Cocking her head, she tried to put the piece together. Hues of yellows and golds sprouted from a detailed portrait of a young child, tall against the blacks and grays sprouting from two parent figures.

What did it mean-

“Y/n, come on we're gonna be late.” Hoseok hummed, shivering at the wind that was picking up. Nodding, Y/n comfortably grasped his hand, letting him maneuver through the large crowd around the new art piece. “You think this movie is gonna be good? People think it's gonna be shitty.” Hoseok turned towards Y/n, who seemed lost in her own thoughts.

“Earth to Y/n-”

Y/n flinched at his loud tone. “Huh- sorry.” She ducked her head sheepishly, and Hoseok hummed, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “It just- how does someone have that much talent? It isn't fair-”

“Stop- You have talent in other places. I’ve never heard someone with a voice like yours, now-” Hoseok tugged Y/n into the movie theater. “-we came here to have a good time.” Smiling brightly at Y/n, she couldn't help but mimic it, as he led her through the crowd. “I hope Aquaman is good, I just want to watch a good DC movie, you know?”

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at her friend’s distress, forgetting about her worries even if it was for a moment.

Yoongi was going to kill him.

Well, kill him, scold him, same thing. But Yoongi doesn't have much room to talk, so Taehyung sneaks out anyway, a backpack filled with spray paint and stencils in tow. Except this time, Jungkook was tagging along for the first time.

One day Taehyung will teach himself not to give into Jungkook’s big doe eyes, but tonight was not that night.

“Hyung- Hyung! Where are we going?” Jungkook whispered, sneaking behind Taehyung with a camera in his hands. Clicking record, the younger man pointed the camera at Taehyung, a little smile on his face as Taehyung shook his head in amusement.

“Kook-ah, I told you not to record this-”

“Hyung why do you hate me.”

A sigh escaped Taehyung’s lips, as they both boarded the last bus at twelve am, the glare of the lights messing with the camera in Jungkook’s hands. “Exclusive interview with the world’s most famous tagging artist, Vante-” Jungkook purposely shoved the camera in Taehyung’s face, causing the elder to laugh and swat him away.

“We're here-” Taehyung hummed, getting off the bus with Jungkook following closely. Approaching Los Angeles’ City Hall, Jungkook gasped.

“You can't paint here, you’ll go to jail-”

Taehyung laughed, pulling out his stencils and placing them properly just before the steps of the building, quirking his eyebrow playfully at Jungkook’s concern. “I’m not afraid of jail.” He stated simply, and Taehyung guesses that was enough for Jungkook, as the younger male found comfort in just recording his work.

It wasn't long before Taehyung was almost done, and Jungkook was actually impressed at how fast his friend could get a piece done. “Wow, hyung-”

Taehyung simply smirked, spraying ‘VANTE’ in sharp, jagged letters.

“Vante?”

Both Jungkook and Taehyung froze, heads rising to meet a pair of eyes that stared back at them. It was a woman, maybe around Taehyung’s age, staring with a mix of awe and surprise. “Oh my god, it's you- Your work is so good! I can't believe-”

Taehyung was quick to stand up, grasping her wrists in his hands to stop her from taking a picture. “Hi, yeah-” Jungkook quickly shut off his camera, gawking at the pair. “-I'm gonna need you to keep this a secret, okay- what do you want, money?” She scoffed, pulling her hands away.

“You don't need to bribe me, I won't tell.” Her eyes shone beneath the dim streetlights. “I would, however, like to be friends with you. I want to know why-” She gestured to the piece before her.

Taehyung hummed. “I can do that.”

She smiled. “I’m Y/n.”

“Taehyung.”

“This is hard-”

A groan escaped Y/n’s lips as she let her head hang, canvas blank as she refused to taint it with her horrid skills. A chuckle escaped Taehyung’s lips as he stood behind her, hands setting on her shoulders as his thumbs rubbed soothing patterns into them. “Just come up with an idea, and bring it to life.” Taehyung hummed.

Y/n scoffed. “Oh, easy for you to say. You're like, the world’s most famous street artist. I can't even draw a straight line.” She groaned, putting the palate aside and setting the brush down. “It doesn't matter how hard you try to teach me. This is the third week, Tae. I’m not going to be good at art.” Y/n mumbled sadly, getting up and throwing herself on Taehyung’s bed.

“You're so dramatic.” He hummed fondly, taking her spot at the easel. Y/n whined in response, shielding her eyes with her arm as she gazed at Taehyung paint. “Maybe art isn't your thing then. But you could be talented in so many other mediums. It just, doesn't have to be something you can see.” Taehyung spoke, strokes of pink coating the canvas with ease. “Like music. Music is an art.” Taehyung finished, and Y/n sat up.

“Yoongi-hyung makes music. He's more of a producer than anything else, but he could rap really well and even carry a little tune. He's filled with musicality. He's still an artist. Or cinematography. Jungkook likes filming and editing things so that the end product is almost like a movie, or a music video. He's an artist too.” Taehyung rambled, eyes never leaving the canvas.

“You don't have to be good at the basic art itself to be an artist.”

Y/n laid in silence, pursing her lips at his words.

“Do you really think so?” Y/n asked after a moment.

Taehyung nodded, and Y/n sighed contently, shifting in his bed to face him. He smiled, that was a much better angle to paint her in.

He looked at the canvas again.

It wasn't too long until Y/n invited Taehyung late over the studio one night, eyes bright with promise. “Okay so, it's really rough but you said art isn't really just paint, and since I’ve seen so much of yours, I want to show you mine.” Y/n hummed, clicking a few buttons before pressing play.

“It's like, kinda a Christmas song because I wrote it recently but-”

A music box seemed to play, and Taehyung quickly closed his eyes, as he often did when Yoongi asked him his opinion on music.

A beat picked up, blending nearly perfectly with the light instrumental of the bells and music box, then a voice flowed in, soulful and sweet. Y/n gazed over at Taehyung as the song played, and she smiled fondly at his state. Eyes closed, head tilted back, a little smile on his face as his fingers danced along to the music.

“Your voice is beautiful-” Y/n ducked her head, and Taehyung smiled, wrapping her up in a hug. “-see? I told you everyone has their little talent. Why worry about something you struggle with when you have such a beautiful talent right here?” Taehyung rested his chin on Y/n’s head, ignoring her protests of ‘stop you sap’ and ‘shut up’.

“Thank you.” Y/n hummed after a few moments of silence, and they pulled away. “Don't you have a mural to put up, Tae? Don't keep your fans waiting.” Y/n hummed, smoothing his jacket over his chest.

“They can wait, I’m here with you.” Y/n flushed at Taehyung’s words, shoving him away slightly.

“Then I’ll come with you, I don't want to waste your time-”

“Ah- you can't come with me. It's supposed to be a surprise to everyone.” Taehyung hummed, smiling slightly. “Even you, Kitten.” He spoke, and Y/n sputtered at the pet name, face heating up quickly. “I knew you’d like it. Now, I’ll go. Don't follow me, I want it to be a surprise.” Taehyung smirked slightly. He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, leaving Y/n in silence.

Taehyung left, and Y/n let a sigh escape her lips.

She fell. Fell hard, and Y/n doesn't think she could get out of it.

“Y/n, you have to get up right now-”

Y/n groaned, focus hazy as she pressed the phone to her ear. Waking up to Hoseok screaming in her ear wasn't ideal, but it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. “Hoseok? It's early-”

“Y/n get your cute ass up right now- Vante put up a new piece-”

“Okay I can wait until everyone is gone-”

“Y/n it has you in it.”

If Y/n wasn't awake, she was now. She sat up, eyes widening as she threw her blankets off and slipped on her pink Champion slides. Throwing on her white coat, she brushed her teeth and left, pulling her hoodie over her mess of hair.

“Hobi where is it?” Y/n stepped outside, ignoring the chill on her legs.

“Near the new art museum.”

Y/n hung up quickly, breaking out into a run towards the museum that wasn't too far from her house. It wasn't too long before Y/n was before the museum, out of breath, looking at the piece.

It was her, a replica of when she laid distressed on Taehyung’s bed, lips pursed and eyelashes long. Hues of tans and pinks wove to make her up, the word ‘Kitten’ written in small cursive at the corner of the piece, right beside his usual violent ‘Vante’. A choked laugh escaped her lips as Hoseok approached her, cursing as he tugged off his jacket to wrap it around her bare legs. “Hobi that's me-” Y/n whispered, as Hoseok stood up.

“Yeah, it is. You know Vante, don't you.” Hoseok hummed, and Y/n nodded. Before she could apologize for keeping him in the dark, her phone rang. ‘tae ♥︎’ her phone read, and Y/n sighed, eyes watering.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Do you like it?”

A choked sob escaped her lips, and Hoseok was quick to wrap her in his arms, ignoring the chill on his skin.

“Taehyung, why did you- It's so beautiful I don't deserve it-”

“If you didn't deserve it I wouldn't have made it.” Taehyung hummed, voice rough with lack of sleep. “I wanted to make something for my favorite girl. I figured it's a more creative way to ask you out other than just taking you out to dinner.” He muttered.

Y/n gasped. “Like, be your girlfriend ask me out?” Taehyung laughed softly.

“Like be my girlfriend ask you out, Kitten.”

Y/n sniffled, wiping her eyes. She gazed up at the piece again, and smiled widely, nearly splitting her face. She looked up at Hoseok, who smiled down at her knowingly.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

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myka-writes · 5 years

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Unheard - A Banana Fish Yakuza AU - Chapter 3

Title: Unheard

Fandom: Banana Fish

Relationship: Eiji Okumura/Ash Lynx

Additional Tags: High School AU, Yakuza AU, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Falling In Love, Fluff and Angst

Inspired and Art by: @iamatrashfan

Read on AO3.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Thanks to @dedicca for the beta.

Ash never leaves Eiji’s side as they visit the infirmary. The nurse usually leaves early, but Eiji knew the access code. One of the perks of his family’s influence. He locks the door once he and Ash are inside and tells the blond to sit on the nearest cot while he opens one of the drawers and grabs the first-aid box.

They sit side by side, the first-aid box between them. “Look at me,” Eiji orders, green eyes immediately meeting his. He soaks one cotton ball in alcohol and gently dabs the largest cut on Ash’s face, Ash immediately flinches. “Have you never treated scratches before?” Eiji tries not to laugh before applying a white adhesive bandage over the cut. Ash ignores the question and looks away, staring at the floor instead. Eiji sighs a little. Ash remains silent the entire time. Never utters a single word. Even when Eiji tries to ask him why the fight had started and why had the bullies attacked him.

Ash doesn’t answer. Not even a second flinch as Eiji continues to press the alcohol on Ash’s broken skin. Eiji repeats the process with every large scratch and cut. There aren’t many, but enough that it was clear something had happened.

Something that was Eiji’s fault.

Eiji couldn’t shake the feeling that Ash had been attacked because of him. Because he was seen with him. No one in this school was supposed to know who he was. No one except Blanca and the principal. But even so, he was well known in the school. He was the top student and he carried a reputation. Yet there could always be someone who knew who he really was. There could always be someone that wanted to cause him harm, even indirectly.

Ash glances at the door suddenly.

It opens and Eiji stands, guard up.

Another student, three years Eiji’s junior walks in, long hair tied in a firm ponytail. His eyes widen at not finding the infirmary empty. “How did you get in here?”

Yut-Lung. Eiji remembers the name as the younger boy glares at the pair. He was the highest GPA in his grade, and the only student besides Eiji to be given the infirmary access code.

Eiji ignores Yut-Lung and sits back down next to Ash. “I have the code. Now go off to do whatever is you do here.” Eiji waves the boy off. Barely paying attention as Yut-Lung complains but disappears in the back when Eiji glares at him.

Ash shows little interest in the new visitor and stays still as Eiji finishes cleaning his wounds. Eiji treats his own cuts quickly while Yut-Lung is in the other room. It’s not as bad as he thought, just a few scrapes and lacerations, combined with a slight headache from the kick to the head. Nothing a dose of aspirin couldn’t take care of. He has suffered much worst from training sessions with Blanca. Eiji tugs Ash by the hand and leads him out of the infirmary before Yut-Lung returns. “Don’t forget to lock like you did last time!” Eiji yells and leaves with Ash.

When they finally make it to the counselor’s office, Mr. Akiyama stares at the pair with disbelief. Eiji throws the fakest sheepish smile he can muster and tells him they both took a tumble down the stairs. “Taking a tumble” was the international language for a fight within the school. All the students knew it. All the faculty knew it. Questions were never asked.

The meeting with Akiyama is short. Eiji waits a little as Akiyama asks Ash some questions, lingering by the door longer than necessary. The final bell rings and forces him to glance at his phone. Ten missed calls. “Can I be excused?” He interrupts the interview, makes sure that Akiyama notes down he completed his assignment as a tour guide. Ash seems to lean half out of his seat, looking up at Eiji. “It was nice meeting you,” Eiji glances at Ash, then waves away and leaves without looking back.

Eiji’s steps are firm and hurried, his grip on his bag tight. He bites his lip as a feeling of wrongness crawls through his thoughts, as each step takes him further away from the counselor’s office. Eiji pushes the feeling down. He can’t afford to be distracted. He’s late. So late. His father demanded he’d be home right after school ended, almost an hour ago. There were things to get ready for tonight's meeting. For his formal induction as boss to the members of the clan that weren’t connected to the head family. Something Eiji wasn’t looking forward to but it had to be done. Most of the bosses that managed the unsavory parts of the business where people Eiji would never associate with otherwise. People he planned to get rid of in the months and years to come as he made the group his own.

Eiji is halfway to the main entrance when he hears a flurry of footsteps behind him, getting closer and closer. He turns, body tensing and ready to fight.

Ash stands breathless a few feet in front of him. Sweat pricked at his temple, cheeks flushed. “I thought I’d lost you,” he says with a small gasp. Eyes downcast, fingers barely holding his bag. “The counselor said you knew the way to the exit.”

Eiji relaxes immediately. The feeling of wrongness goes away and something within him understands. “Follow me,” he says and continues forward, walking a little slower so Ash could step beside him. They walk side by side without saying another word. Stop by their lockers on the way out of campus and head towards the gate. The sun has started to set, the sky covered with darkening orange hues. Yet another sign how late it was. But for some reason Eiji didn’t care anymore about the time. Instead he just listens to the sound of Ash’s steps beside him.

The campus entrance is void of other students. The main gate already half closed.

Eiji stops right in front of it and turns towards Ash. “Do you live far from campus?”

Ash blinks. His eyes look at the world past Eiji. “Just a few blocks south. It’s not far.”

Eiji nods. “I’m a little farther east. It’s still daylight so you shouldn’t have trouble with bullies. If I wasn’t running late I would take you, but I have to head home now, be careful ok?”

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Ash gives him a look Eiji can’t quite decipher and it feels wrong to turn away from the other boy. Like a little hurt in his core. But he had to go home and face the punishment his father would dish out when he finally arrives at the house.

Fingers snatch the edge of Eiji’s shirt and tug him back. “O— Okumura, wait..!”

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Eiji freezes. Eyes on the gate and the road. It feels like an eternity when he glances back at Ash. “I…” the blond mutters, eyes still sombre. “I don't want to go home… can I go with you?”

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Eiji blinks. He should say no. He needs to say no. No. He can’t bring strangers into his home. Into a yakuza home. it’s dangerous. It’s foolish. His father would never allow it. Not once in his entire life had he been allowed to invite a friend over. Not even classmates to work on a project. His father, always forbid it…

Except Eiji was the boss now. It was his word that ruled even if his father was still the face of the organization.

Ash tugs at his shirt again and Eiji can feel the indecision vanish. “Ok,” he answers softly. “Follow me.”

It takes Eiji exactly fourteen minutes to walk from the school campus to his family home. He knows the quickest route, the one less inflicted by foot traffic, the one where he knows every secret sheltering spot in case it starts raining. He takes that route every day, twice a day.

Yet he’s been walking with Ash for over twenty minutes.

Taking the longest route. The slowest route. The unnecessary road.

As soon as he told Ash to follow him. The second they passed the campus’ gate. Eiji regretted it. Bring someone he didn’t know to his home? What was he thinking?

And so Eiji kept wandering with Ash. Thinking of a dozen reasons to lose him. To run ahead and leave him behind.

His father’s warning when he was a very small child repeats in his head over and over. Never bring anyone to this house! Remember you can go to school only because I allow it! If you ever bring anyone to this house—

Eiji bites his lip, trying to shake the memory. He’d been five or six when his father had said that, yet he remembered it so vividly. So many years spent afraid of getting close to anyone at all. Of making a real friend. So many classmates had asked if they could come over. Dozens of “friends” that had a tendency to stop talking to him the second he declined their invitation. It wasn't long before Eiji stopped trying to make friends, stopped caring when his classmates only spoke to him when it was necessary. Saying no had become second nature. It was just his lot in life. It had been so easy to say no to all the ones before. So easy he should have no trouble stopping right where he was and telling Ash to go away, that he had changed his mind...

A pair of junior high girls walks past them. Their hushed conversation suddenly becoming louder as they burst into giggles. Eiji knows the outburst is about them, or more accurately about Ash. Foreigners were not that common in this area. Much less ones that wore a Japanese uniform.

“That one ahead,” Eiji points when the house can be seen.

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“Wow,” Ash blinks. “Big house. Are you rich? You don’t look like a rich kid.”

“I’m not…” Eiji scratches his nose in the obvious lie. He pulls open the gate and walks in.

“Japanese people don't lock their doors do they?” Ash asks.

“There is no crime in this area,” Eiji answers with a tight smile, not missing the utter irony of his words. “Come on in. My father’s not home.” Another lie. Even if his father wasn’t physically at the home, his presence was always here. In the eyes of his men, in the eyes of the family.

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Eiji grits his teeth as he watches Ash walk pass the gate of his home. The opportunity to push the other boy away quickly disappearing. The longer Ash remains, the more lies he would hear. Eiji’s only option was to lie, and he needed to stop this before it got worse.

“It’s peaceful,” Ash comments as he glances around the gardens. “Quiet. I like it.” Eiji opens the front door, his hand slightly shakes. He reminds himself he’s the boss now, not his father, not his father...

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“Welcome home, boss!!!” Eiji freezes three steps inside his home. Mouth wide open as ten of his men bow deeply in a greeting he hadn't seen since he was a child. Was this some sort of initiation? Some cruel prank his father had concocted?

“Boss?” Ash asks behind him.

Eiji isn’t sure if to be angry or afraid.

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The men straighten up, unmoving and waiting for orders. Eiji hated those stupid sunglasses they all wore instantly. He hated he couldn't see their eyes.

Without thinking Eiji puts a hand over Ash’s shoulders. Ash flinches ever so slightly, Eiji doesn’t really notice. “Don’t mind them. They are practicing for a talent show.” Eiji heads forward into the house, pulling Ash along and he tries not to listen to the mutter of the men behind them.

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“Who are they?” Ash asks as they turn down a hall. “They look like those Japanese gangster movies.”

“Haha…” Eiji laughs nervously. “They are my father’s employees that enjoy playing pranks.” Eiji opens the door to his bedroom and lets Ash go in first. He doesn't have to worry about it being messy or having things out of place. The room is cleaned daily by the housemaids and there is nothing here that truly belongs to him. No hobbies. No things he chose himself. Just a generic room that happened to store clothes that fit him and where he slept.

Ash doesn’t say anything as he looks around the room. Eiji drops his book bag on the corner. “I—”

“Do you have clothes I could borrow?” Ash asks suddenly. “He stares down at his dirty clothes. “I don't want to wear these anymore.”

“Sure…” Eiji hesitates. “There’s a bathroom behind that door,” he points to his right. You can shower if you want. “I’ll get you something.”

Ash drops his bag next to Eiji’s and goes to the bathroom without another word. Eiji doesn't move until he hears the water running. He leaves the room in a haste, quick steps towards the foyer where the men are still gathered.

“Is my father home?” Eiji deadpans. His voice holds just the right hint of authority. The men’s attention turns instantly towards him and they bow without being ordered to. “He sent notice he will be here before the meeting.” The man closest to him answers, head bowing deeper.

“Good.” Eiji breathes a sigh of relief but keeps his features hard and serious. “Please inform me immediately if he arrives. And do not tell him about my guest.”

The men bow in response and Eiji returns to his room. He’s fairly certain his order to hide Ash will be ignored, but he at least had to try. His entire skin felt like tingling. No matter how many times he witnesses his father ordering his men around, he’d never felt comfortable with it. To be the law. To be the ultimate order.

But now…

His entire body tingled with it.

He was the law now.

He was the order.

The water is still running when he reenters his room. He goes to his closet and undresses. Sees glimpses of the irezumi that covers his shoulders and back when he peels his dress shirt off. More aware than ever how a mistake having Ash here was. “I must be careful. I can’t let him see these.”

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Eiji drops his uniform in the laundry basket and grabs a plain black shirt that covers everything. Searches among his dresser for clothes for Ash deciding on a white cotton shirt and some black sweatpants.

The water is still running when he crosses the bedroom and grabs a towel from the dresser by the bathroom. He knocks once. “Ash. I have the clothes.” He waits a minute before opening the door. “Ash, I brought you a towel and some clothes—”

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Ash stands in the middle of the bathroom. The shower running behind him as steam builds in the small space. He’s in the middle of removing his shirt, almost every inch Eiji could see covered in bruises, marks, cuts…

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Eiji’s eyes widen at the dozens of bruises on Ash’s skin. He’d seen marks like that before. In the dark basements where his family hid “merchandise”. Bruises in the shape of hands...

“Ah—” Eiji hesitates when deep green eyes watch him without saying a word. “I’m going to leave these here,” he places the towel and clothes on the sink counter. “Take your time.” He shuts the door quietly. Resting his back against it as he listens to the running water.

Those bruises and cuts weren’t from the fight. Eiji knew. He knew. He feels lightheaded suddenly and sits on his bed, closing his eyes.

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It feels like an eternity before Ash exits the bathroom. Steam escapes from the room as Eiji watches. His shirt and pants run a little big on the other boy.

“Those guys weren’t just fighting you were they?” Eiji swallows hard. “Were they trying to…”

“Have their way with me?” Ash finishes the statement, a sad smile shaping his lips. “It’s happened before, it’ll happen again.”

Eiji presses his lips closed tight. Hundreds of thoughts race through his head. Hurt, shame, regret, and above all guilt. As the heir of a Yakuza family, Eiji isn’t clean from the taint of that world. The ugly truth that part of the world he was born into does unimaginable things, commits cruel crimes on people that can never be taken back. Yakuza sell people for the exact same thing that happened to Ash. And right now Eiji wants to apologize like nothing else he’s ever wanted in his life. Even if he knows he can’t. Ash can never know what he is. Who he is.

These moments spent together are temporary. Seconds in comparison to the rest of his life.

“I told you.” Ash’s voice sounds like he’s drowning. “I’m just a toy to be broken. Nothing else.” Ash pulls his backpack on his shoulder and nods towards Eiji with a smile. “Thank you for letting me take a bath. It was nice meeting you.”

He starts walking away and Eiji knows this is the way. The way his entire life will be from now on. Fleeting moments of companionship, quickly forgotten by the world he lived in. A world that destroys and breaks people like Ash.

Eiji moves without thinking. Jumping from the bed and running. His fingers grasp the hem of Ash’s sleeve, claiming his attention.

Eiji swallows hard. “Do you want to sleep over?” The question stumbles out of his lips. What is he doing? It’s the worst idea to let someone in like this. It’s a mistake to want to save someone like this. Eiji lets go of Ash. Opens his mouth to apologize when he hears the reply.

“Ok.” The answer is soft, almost a whisper, but Eiji takes it. Suddenly feeling a glee he had not felt in a long time. His stomach rumbles then, reminding him they had not had dinner yet. The young yakuza Boss starts towards the door and tells the Ash to follow him, not noticing the smile has vanished from his green eyes.

#banana fish #asheiji #banana fish fanfiction #asheiji fanfiction #unheard #yakuza au #ash lynx #eiji okumura

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queencatherynerhys · 6 years

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Blast To The Past - Liam x MC Fanfic

A/N: I am so excited for this giveaway fanfic #2. This is for you, @katrina86. Thank you for the amazing idea! This is a time travel. Again, credits go to the writing prompt list from @laniquelove. This is #49: Time Travel. I decided to the Roaring Twenties because I love the Great Gatsby era. It was one of my favorite books that I read in high school. Besides who doesn’t love Leonardo DiCaprio? Hope you love it. I did a lot of research for this, so I’m sorry for the delayed post, @katrina86. I also provided lingo dictionary so you don’t get confused with the language.

Summary: What happens when Liam sees a falling star and makes a wish?

Tag List: @captainkingliam @decisso @devineinterventions2 @madaraism @theroyalweisme @drakewalkerwhipped @laniquelove @drakesfiance @hhiggs @hellospunkiebrewster @alicars @mrswalkerreynolds @mfackenthal @simplyaiden-blog @hopefulmoonobject @blackcatkita @cocomaxley @boneandfur @lizeboredom @crayziimaginations @umccall71 @zarina-x-zig @trianiasti @ranishajay @heatherfilliez @flyawayblue56 (using my normal tag)

“Quilt” – a drink that warms the drinker

“Phonus Balonus” – Nonsense!

“Dumb Dora” – an unintelligent woman

“Bubs” – boobs

“Dead soldier” – an empty drink

“Ankle on” – to walk

“Reuben” – a hick or redneck

“Half-seas over” – shitfaced

“Choice bit of calico” – a desirable woman

“Let’s blouse” – we’re out of here

Liam stands on the balcony of his room, watching the clear, night sky. The stars gleam brightly against the dark background. He just finished packing for his weekend trip to New York City. His friends insisted that they have a proper bachelors party before he is thrown into the ordeal of the social season. He has never been to New York before, so before heading to his quarters he made a stop at the palace library.

He loved that place. It’s one of the few places he can feel close to his mother. She insisted that they fill the bookshelves with all kinds of books and novels. He searched for a book and found one titled “The Historical Atlas of New York City” written by Eric Homberger. As he sat in his balcony, he sifted through the content and pictures of the treasure trove in his hands. He was awed at the wonderful changes the Empire City has seen through every era. He particularly loved the 1920s, or the Roaring Twenties as it was dubbed. He admired the frilly dresses of the women and the vintage attire that the men sported.

Fatigue and anticipation starts to take its toll on him and he gets up to get ready to catch some sleep before leaving early tomorrow morning. A glow in the distant midnight sky catches his eyes. “Wow,” he admires as he watches a star fall from the sky. It was beautiful and serene. He heard that you could make a wish when you see a falling star. He thinks for a moment at the silliness of the idea but decides to make a wish. He remembers the picture of the women and men from the twenties and how they just looked content. He envies that. He wants freedom and some escape from his inevitable path to the throne.

He closes his eyes as he whispers his desire, “I wish to have freedom, even just for a small sliver of time. I wish to experience the same contentment that the people in the 1920s experienced.” He sighs deeply as he released yearning to the universe.

It doesn’t take him long to fall asleep once his body touches the soft comfort of his king-sized mattress. He descends into a deep sleep, something that was new to him since he usually slept light. Morning comes sooner than usual, and Liam stirs awake. He feels his sheet and notice the difference. It’s not as smooth and soft as his normal ones. Maybe I am just tired. He sits up and rubs the blur away from his eyes.

The sight before him clears and he stands abruptly. What the hell? He is not in his room. The bedroom he is in small and mediocre. The walls are painted with an off-white color. An awful blue curtain with paisley patterns drapes the windows. The full-sized bed sits against the wall with a wooden drawer is situated across it. It’s a small space, such a contrast from his royal quarters. This is a prank. It’s an elaborate prank that the guys are playing on me. They spiked me with something and transported me here as part of their bachelor’s party. Isn’t that a tradition?

He goes to the room’s closet to find his luggage, so he can change to a more casual outfit than his pajamas. He opens the dark space, searching for the light switch and flips it on. WHAT THE HELL? Where the hell am I? How the hell did they have time to do this? He is met with a tiny walk in closet, full of clothes and accessories. His luggage is nowhere to be found and he is growing more frustrated and puzzled by the second.

He cautiously walks in to the closet, eyeing the garments in front of him. His bewilderment increases when he realizes that none of the clothes are his and they seem to be from a different era. Seeing that he couldn’t seem to spot his suitcase anywhere and he really wants to be out of his sleepwear he puts on a pair of gray slacks pairing it with a white button-down shirt and a black sweatshirt jacket. He completes his attire with a blue casual bow tie and black wingtip shoes. He glances in the mirror hanging in the back of the door and taken aback at his choice of wardrobe. He already feels embarrassed by the silliness of his clothing. They are so going to feel the wrath of my revenge. I will have payback. This elaborate prank of theirs will come to bite them in the long road. I swear it.

He shakes his head as he steps out of the tiny space and out in the room. He searches for his phone to call his friends, but he can’t seem to find it anywhere. They must have taken it last night along with my bags. He gives up on finding it and step out of the bedroom. The rest of the small apartment adorned the same painted walls and blue curtains. How in the world did they find this place? Is this a themed party?

“Drake? Maxwell? Tariq? Where in the world are you guys?” he shouts hoping his friends would turn up, but nothing and no one replied. He decides to step out of the building and out onto the street. Just when he thought the surprise has ended. The view in front of him intensified the confusion. His eyes widened as he takes in the sight. This isn’t a prank. He is somewhere else. Some-WHEN else.

Crowds of people bustle about everywhere, on the sidewalk and on the streets. They all don the same type of clothing. Women style dresses of all colors with feathered hats. Men are wearing a variety of sweater coats, suede jackets, and pairs it with dress pants and hats. Liam blends right into the crowd. He feels light headed from the shock and he sit on the cement steps of the building he came out of. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He is mind cannot process this information. It isn’t possible. He is dreaming right now, and he needs to wake up. He slaps and pinches himself hoping to wake from this very inexplicable dream.

A newspaper dispenser catches the corner of his eye and practically runs to it. He takes one to and searches the top for the date. It reads May 26, 1925. Nineteen twenty…what the hell is happening? How the hell is this possible? He recalls the night before with the balcony and the drink, reading the book, then…the falling star. He remembers making the wish. It brought me to the 1920s?! The reality of it all finally hits him, and he looks around him with newfound awe and…excitement. This is the freedom he’s always wanted. No royal guards following his every move. For the first time in twenty-five years he is granted liberty to just be him.

He blends among the crowded walkways and explores the treasures of the roaring twenties has to offer. The first stop on his adventure is a hat store called Worth & Worth. His curiosity peaks as he sees the many different styles and hues of headwear on the shelves. All the men from this time are sporting one I might as well blend in. Fortunately, there is a wallet in one of his pocket pants to buy a hat. He picks a 1920s fedora-style white hat with a black trim going around. He loves the sophisticated quality of the apparel, yet it still has its casual touch.

His explorations consume the day. He went through different stores admiring all the different styles and cultures. He stopped at multiple restaurants tasting the variety of lifestyles through the versatile foods. He was awed at the many arts displayed in The Met. But what rendered him breathless was the sight of the Lady Liberty herself. The radiance of the afternoon sunlight casts an ethereal sense to her features. She was more beautiful than in the pictures. She truly did emit freedom.

He stays there for a few more minutes watching the sun set on the horizon before finding his way back towards his place. On the travel back, a building across the street calls out to him, luring him with its big block letters. The Cotton Club, it reads in neon lights. What an intriguing place. I wonder what type of club it is.

He decides to head back to his place and change before heading to the mysterious club. He changes into a classy white suit, pairing it with a brown vest, blue dress shirt and a yellow tie. His pocket square matches his vest. He feels a little out there, but he didn’t care. His adventures push him to be out of his comfort zone.

He does a 360 turn over in front of the mirror feeling satisfied with his ensemble. He puts on a pair of black oxford shoes with white trimming and the hat he purchased earlier from the day and heads out to the captivating club. He encounters a burly man by the entrance. He exchanges looks with him. The guard looks him up and down and again and then steps aside to let him in.

He is surprised to learn that it wasn’t a club after all. It is a speakeasy with an entertainment show. Booths and table crowd the space with waitresses dressed as flappers running about serving shady looking men. The room is fogged with smoke from cigarettes. Jazz music plays from the band in front of the small, makeshift dance floor.

He finds an empty half-moon shaped booth near the middle, past the shifty men who eyes him as he walks by. He settles in the plush burgundy vinyl seat for a few more minutes before a waitress dressed in an indigo flapper dress walks to him. The intricacy of her outfit is no match for the beauty that she is.

Her brown hair is placed on top of her head in a beautiful updo. Elegant pearls hug her neck and hang from her ears, but it only accentuates her natural exquisiteness. She has fair skin and narrow brown eyes. Her lips are painted red emphasizing the shape of it. And here I thought nothing could top the Statue of Liberty.

“Evening, sugar, I’m Ryne. What can I get you started with tonight?” she breaks him out of his daze. “Oh, hello, I’m Liam. I guess I’ll just have a glass of whiskey. Neat,” he orders still feeling the effects of the spell of her beauty. She squints her eyes suspiciously at him before walking away to fetch his beverage.

A few minutes later, she comes back with his drink, “One neat whiskey for the gentleman.” He thanks and watches her walk away. She gets a few steps in before turning back around and takes a seat in his booth.

“You’re not from here are ya,” she asks, peaking curiosity on her voice. “No. I am not. How did you know?”

“Well, most here are regulars,” her thick, sultry New York accent hypnotizes him. “Careful with the quilt. The prohibition’s made all the drinks strong. It’ll definitely keep ya warm.” His face must’ve registered confusion because she rephrases her sentence, “Watch out for the whiskey. It has a strong kick. Wouldn’t want ya passin’ out, sweetheart. You’re not from here, are ya?”

He hesitates before answering, “No, I am not. I guess it’s pretty noticeable.” He brings the tumbler of amber drink to his lips and takes a sip. He coughs as soon as the content travelled down his throat. She’s right. This does have a kick. Drake would love it.

“Well…where do you hail from then?” she leans in as she asks. He whiffs a scent of jasmine from her perfume and falls deeper into her gorgeous spell. He inches closer to her, as if she’s luring him into her reach. “I’m afraid I really can’t answer that question, Ms. Ryne,” he apologizes.

“Phonus balonus! Now, don’t be a wet blanket. I’m serving you. Least you can do is answer my question,” she protests. He thinks how to best satisfy her inquiry, “I am from somewhere far away, to keep it simple.”

“Visitor, I see? I can tell by the accent. Well, I guess I won’t push ya to tell me,” she flashes a brilliant smile. Before she gets another chance to ask him a question, a man in a beside them hollers for her, “Dumb Dora, bring your bubs and the rest of yourself over here! I have a dead soldier!”

“Well, I guess I better ankle on up there and deal with that Reuben! Nice to meet you, Liam, is it? I’ll see you ‘round, Blue Eyes,” she winks at him as she slides out of the booth back to the bar to fetch the rowdy man a refill. Liam watches Ryne as she moves about the space. He admires how her hips sway, sending all the frills of her dress in frenzy. He eavesdrops her encounter with this man.

“Here’s your refill, sugar, but I must say this is your last one. You’re looking half-seas over!” she says in a chirpy tone. “Nonsense, but I must say you’re a choice bit of calico, baby!” he slurs disgustingly at her. The banter continues for several more minutes with Ryne subtly evading the aggressive passes this man is giving her. Liam finally looks over when he hears her scream at him.

The man has her in his arms, trying to kiss her. She writhes in resistance and yells at the man making a scene in the room, “Bank’s closed, mister!” She slaps him hard on the face and pushes him off her. Liam is now standing from his spot, ready to rescue her if the rude man decides to retaliate. He doesn’t. The obvious drunk passes out on his booth.

Ryne fixes herself before striding up to Liam, “Let’s blouse, Blue Eyes.” She grabs his hand leading him out the door. “Ernie, I’m done for the night,” she looks to the man handling the bar before heading out. When they get to the street and farther away from the tavern, she finally acknowledges him, “Sorry ‘bout that, Blue Eyes. I hope you were done in there, but if not, you can always go back. I can promise better company though.” Again, she puts on a sparkling smile that makes his heart skip a beat. How much did I have to drink? I am not thinking straight. I can’t do anything with this woman. She’s almost 100 years older than I am! His mind and heart struggles with the dilemma, but in the end the heart wants what it wants.

She leads him back to her place. “Make yourself at home. I’m not much of a drinker, but I can offer you water or juice,” she says as she walks to the kitchen. “I’m fine, but thank you,” he replies.

They take a seat on the lavish brown couch. “So, how long are ya in town for, Blue Eyes?” a perfectly trimmed eyebrows raised as she asks her question. “I’m not quite sure,” he truly did not know the answer. He isn’t sure if and how to get back to his own time. Or if he wanted to.

After getting through an awkward phase, the pair settles into a nice flow going from strangers to acquaintances in just a matter of several minutes. Liam finds himself comfortable around her. His guarded persona forgotten by her light, bubbly presence. They spend the night getting to know each other and asking silly questions, laughter filling the spacious living room. Liam doesn’t know the last time he’s truly been able to be himself like this, if there was a time at all.

“You ain’t like those torpedoes in the speakeasy. You’re different,” she observes. “Torpedoes?” he asks confusingly. “I’m sorry, darlin, I forget you’re not from ‘round here. Torpedoes kinda means thug. All the men in there only care about two things: drinking and feeling up the girls. So, thank you for not doing that. You don’t know how hard it is to not slap them in the face,” she clarifies the misunderstanding.

By this time, they are sitting shoulder to shoulder on the couch. Liam feels a clear fascination for her. He wants to spend the rest of the night getting to know her and every part of her. He gazes at her features from the side and perfection is as glorious as the stars in the sky. She catches him looking at her and he tries to feign it, but she smiles flirtatiously at him.

Their faces are nothing but mere inches from each other. An eerie silence blankets the room and electricity passes between them before Liam gives in. He catches her luscious lip with his own, tasting orange juice on them. He can feel her hesitation at first, but her body finds itself drawn to his warmth.

He tangles his fingers in her hair, ruining her delicate updo while his other hand roams on her thigh savoring her smooth, cool skin. She grabs him by one of his lapels pulling him in for a deeper, passionate kiss while grabbing him by the back of his neck to press him more firmly against her.

She feels his tongue brush on her bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter her mouth. She parts them giving way to his dancing tongue as she moves to straddle his lap. His hands grip the back of her thighs bringing her closer to his body. His desire for her increases by each passing second. He pulls away for a moment to look into her eyes and asks for reassurance, “Are you sure about this?”

“Definitely, Blue Eyes. You intrigue me,” she lustfully replies. With that, Liam loses all inhibitions and they spend the night knowing each other in every level. Their love making moved from the couch to the kitchen and ending in her room.

As the night passes on, Liam holds Ryne close to his chest under the covers. Their legs are tangled, and warmth comforts them to sleep. “That was a perfect ending,” Liam whispers to her ear and kisses her hair. She hums in agreement and he feel her succumb to her sleep. Before closing his eyes, Liam glances out the window and sees another falling star. He smiles as he sinks comfortably to slumber, holding Ryne to him.

Little did he know that he was never going to see her again. He doesn’t if what happened was a figment of his imagination or if it was reality. He decides to believe the latter when he wakes up the next morning back to his current time. Back to his prison life. His heart is heavy when he gets ready to travel f

or his bachelor’s party, the last taste of “freedom”.

His friends notice his beaten demeanor and tries to coax him out of it, but to no avail. “Maxwell, let it go. He doesn’t want to hear any more of you incessant rants about rap battles or dance offs,” Drake scolds his friend. Once again, he is grateful for his best friend looking out for him. He knows him well enough to leave him alone.

All his mind can think of is Ryne and how her body felt as she moved against him. Her sweet lips and beautiful eyes. Her genuine kind personality. He sinks deeper into his sorrow, missing her. How can one-night mean so much? I don’t even know if it was real. It felt real.

They spend the short weekend getaway going through the motions of a traditional party for a bachelor. Tariq takes them to a high-end men’s fashion boutique to get new suits, something to wear during the upcoming social season. Drake grumbles in complaint through the whole ordeal and is finally relieved when it was over.

“Finally! After all that I need a drink. I’ve been looking at some dive bars near us and there’s one a couple of blocks away,” Drake leads them to car to travel to the next itinerary. Liam hasn’t been there 12 hours and he’s already tired, but he marches on for the sake of his friends. They arrive in front of the bar and one by one file out of the black tinted SUV. “You guys go on ahead. I’ll follow along shortly. I’ll help find parking for the car,” Liam says from the car. They knew better than to push it, so they let him drive off. Truly, he just wants a moment to collect his thoughts. Try as he might he can’t get Ryne’s face out of his mind. It’s as if it’s permanently branded in his memories, a fond yet bittersweet memory.

He walks the short block with his guard following close behind. He enjoys the crisp night air. He misses the neon lights of the twenties and the eccentric attire of the crowd. He misses the unlimited freedom he felt during that short span of time. He opens the door to the dive bar Drake found and finds them already seated with a young woman in front taking their orders.

“Four?” she asks Drake and he nods towards his direction. When he sees her face, all the hope he thought was lost comes rushing back like a tidal wave. Shock hits him but he quickly hides it, masking it with genuine interest. Standing in front of him is a young woman with the same exact features as Ryne, right down to the smile.

For the first time since he woke up alone back to his own timeline, he feels genuinely happy. He flashes his princely smile, his eyes once again housing hope. “Sorry I’m late. Thank you for your patience, Miss…” he greets the beautiful woman in front of him. It takes her a moment to collect her senses, “Uh, Catheryne.”

The rest of the night passes by with Liam feeling happy and content. He invites Catheryne to accompany them for the rest of the night. She takes them to a private cove overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. While seating by the bonfire, Liam asks her a question that’s been on his mind since he saw her, “Your name? Is it from a relative? I’m just curious?”

“Oh! Yeah, my mother named me after my grandmother. She said I look just look like her,” she answers simply. She is right about that. She looks exactly like her. Liam finds himself already falling for Catheryne. He knows even if he tried to stop it that it wouldn’t do any good. Catheryne is captivating, just like her predecessor.

Liam thanks the deities for bringing him to that time and leading him to her. Sometimes, the universe aligns the stars on your favor.

#choices #playchoices #choices the royal romance #choices trr #trr #trr liam #liam #liam rys #liam royal romance #liam x mc #catheryne #time travel

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writeyouin · 6 years

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Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 9 Part 2

A Play-Date with Megatron Part 2

A/N – Based on a lot of head-canons from @rocksinmuffin and @straightouttacybertron so extra special thanks to them for that. Fun fact, Lepoteran is a word I made up based off Lepidoptera which is the scientific name for a moth.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“Oh my God, look over there!” You pointed.

“What now?” Megatron asked wearily. He had been out with you for less than two hours and was feeling more exhausted than when he was a warlord. You’d already managed to break most of the rules, even eating some questionable food that fortunately wasn’t poisonous.

“Even Starscream would be easier than this,” Megatron thought tiredly.

Despite his tiredness, Megatron looked to the sign you were pointing to, it was a book symbol on one of the crystalline buildings.

The two of you walked in and you became ever more bewildered by the amazing sight in front of you. Inside, the stone glowed with light blue hues that followed the position of the people below. Books of every kind from Earth lined naturally glowing shelves; as part of natural formations, none of the shelves lined up, leaving gaps between them.

Unlike the clothes stall, the book store mostly consisted of items originally from Earth. A lot were falling apart but had clearly been well loved by the store’s owner, a Lepoteran woman who was attempting to salvage the binding of “Romeo and Juliet” when you entered.

She didn’t look up from her task upon hearing you enter, instead she said, in a thick Romani accent, “Feel free to ask about any of the books but don’t touch unless you want to buy; they’re all very delicate.”

“Amazing,” you whispered, watching the woman work; she was plucking fine hairs from her wings and using them to make more thread for the binding.

She made a high-pitched screech of anger that made you cover your ears, to little effect; it was more painful than anything you’d ever heard.

“Sorry,” she said, regaining her composure, “The front page has been removed; I can no longer find the authors name to alphabetise this.”

“It’s by William Shakespeare,” You answered, rubbing sore ears.

The clerk looked up, her pink galaxies of eyes widening upon spotting you; humans in her shop, it was a proud and rare sight indeed. Lepoterans were a proud species who held disdain for others but not her because, from a young age, she’d learnt the joys of human literature and salvaged what she could; business was slow but she just managed to survive by adding other repair jobs to her shop. The lady’s name translated to Esperenza and she’d never been more excited to have somebody in her shop; humans were extremely rare this far in the cosmos. Esperenza threw herself up, offering a hand in what she understood to be a human greeting, unfortunately, she offered it to Megatron who didn’t respond.

You reached over him to shake her fuzz covered hand, “Hi, I’m (Y/N) and this is Megs.”

“Welcome, I am Esperenza, proud owner of the Book Nook.”

As she said it, a shelf in the corner collapsed under the weight of some books.

“Ignore that,” she waved it off. “You are sure it’s by William Shakespeare?”

“As sure as the day I was born. ‘There never was a tale of more woe than that of Juliet and her Romeo.’”

Esperenza clapped her hands delightedly, “Very good, please do more.”

Spurred on by her excitement and under Megatron’s scrutinous gaze, you continued, “Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?”

“Yes! Where are you Romeo? You do know it.”

“Yeah, somewhat but it isn’t where are you Romeo, that’s a common misconception. It actually means, why are you called Romeo? Juliet is asking a question of compassion since she’s fallen for him but won’t be allowed to do anything about it since she’s a Capulet and he’s a Montague. I-”

“Esperenza!” The clothes clerk from earlier barged in like he owned the place, “You were supposed to repair my roof earlier; what do I even pay you for?”

“Ah, yes sir, I’ll be right there.” She turned to you, “Please, feel free to look around while I’m gone.”

With a flourish of her wings, she was out the door, leaving you alone with Megatron once more.

“You certainly know your literature,” Megatron complimented, flicking through the pages of the book admirably.

“Name an Earth kid who doesn’t know Shakespeare,” You laughed. “I much prefer J.K Rowling or Phillip Pullman, people like that. Still, you’ve gotta respect the classics.”

“You read?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. Books are friends, escapes, wisdom, and movement. They take you places.”

Megatron stared in shock.

“What? I read!”

“My apologies, I presumed you liked practical jokes and films.”

“Wow… What a two-dimensional personality you stuck me with. People can have more than one hobby you know.”

“Of course.”

“What about you? Do you like books?”

“I’m partial to writing poetry.”

“Really? That’s awesome, I’d love to hear some.”

“You would?”

“Yeah, that’s what friends do.”

Megatron was gobsmacked. Over the course of a day, you’d annoyed him ceaselessly, been almost impossible to keep up with, and had virtually no conversation from him; more than that, he didn’t know how to respond, you were quite possibly his first friend.

At the sight of him gaping, you grinned, “Come on, I’ll show you some cool books you’ll like.”

When you got back to the hab-suite you didn’t know what to say. You finally knew why there were no human clothes on the planet; they’d already been bought and were piled high among other things on a now full second desk.

“What in the world happened here?” You asked Swerve who was perched on his berth with a small box on his lap.

“Uh, well, it seems everybody got you a present…” he grimaced.

“What?” You rocketed up to where there were even some mannequins sporting new outfits. Some gifts were really sweet whereas others were downright inappropriate. Some had tags, such as a brand-new pool table from Chromedome and Rewind whereas others, the edible underwear for example, were anonymous. There were several iPods, new computers, some books, a bucking bull, one hoverboard from Tailgate, and that wasn’t even half of what you saw.

“Ultra Magnus got Perceptor to take away any weapons or items considered dangerous… so everything from Whirl and Brainstorm,” Swerve explained.

“This is… my word, this is too much.”

Swerve got up and approached you meekly, holding out his box, “This… this is from me. Not that you have to take it, I mean, you’ve actually got eight now so it doesn’t really matter but you can have it if you want, not that you know what it is yet, maybe I should just get rid of it and-”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” You silenced him gently, taking the box.

Inside was a data-pad of your very own with. The back was embossed with a picture that Rewind had taken at the movie night; all the bots were in rows according to size and right at the back Rodimus held you proudly in his servo where you were finger gunning.

“It’s so you can write about life on the ship and stuff,” Swerve said, suddenly shy. “It’s also been set to monitor Earth events and stuff.”

“Swerve… I love it.”

You thrusted upwards, using your boots to hover by Swerve’s face where you kissed his cheek. His plating dusted lightly red at the action.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have much to sort through and many to thank, wanna help?”

“S-sure,” he squeaked, hiding his face behind the mound of offerings.

#more than meets the eye #MTMTE #transformers #Transformers MTMTE #swerve #swerve x reader #swerve x human reader #lost light #The Lost Light #l #reader #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #a human crewmate #chapter 9 #megatron #a playdate with megatron #a playdate with megatron part 2

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abigailskoda · 3 years

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WEDDING THEMES

Themed weddings are a contemporary fashion in 2014, and from what I am seeing as a photographer there also are famous colour and food topics. If a fave shade is important to you then this may be start of your topic. Since the royal wedding of Kate Middleton and Prince William, a brand new conventional style benchmark turned into set and additionally because the movie "The Great Gatsby" there was a definite flow in the direction of the 1920's appearance.

Now subject matters do include a fee tag, however will genuinely stand out for years to come. For subject matter inspirations take a look on-line and see what catches your eye.

THE DRESS & THE SHOES

wedding ceremony footwear The selections obtainable are more various than ever before, and in the long run you your dress and shoes are going to be the centre of attraction and remembered. Your photographer bases the wedding pix round you. Everyone else who brings their cameras are going to be pointing them at you as properly. Therefore, one component to preserve in thoughts: region your dress and shoes on the top of the budget list.

So what is current right now? Functional dresses that may be used time and again? Or something that flickers glamour and taste?

"Less is More" 1855 poem "Andrea del Sarto

Wedding clothes in hues apart from shades of white are simply something distinctive - creative and ambitious. They can be used over and over. Blush colorations, like red or peach are coming round again. A fashionable, pale, shimmering crimson is actually some thing to do not forget but in my opinion you cannot beat white. The classic white dress still sits at the pinnacle and has finished for loads of years.

Wedding portraiture

Depending on where you've got your ceremony, there are some issues to maintain in thoughts. A church wedding historically way hiring a unique vehicle to get you there. You ought to additionally think about the time you have got within the day as nicely; how lengthy will the journey be from A to B after which to C. If you are having a expert photographer, ensure you propose with him/her in which, how long and what sort of photography you would really like.

What's hot right now could be total coverage, and I locate the most interesting pix are the pre-wedding ceremony ones: the bridal prepping photographs of the makeup artist at paintings, the hair being styled, the marriage dress placing up prepared to be worn, the shoes, the state-of-the-art sparkling jewelry. As a society, we are now, greater than ever interested by the who, how and what went into creating a massive occasion. Look at any popular movie on DVD and Blu-ray nowadays and you may frequently locate the making-of documentaries are honestly longer than the film.

Preparation Preparation

We like seeing the main actors in between takes, behaving certainly and offering a little perception into their actual personalities. The equal applies to you, your bridesmaids, the Groom and grooms men. You clearly are going to be a superstar for the day and seeing the bridesmaids having a touch amusing getting geared up is exactly what you are going to need to look back on... No matter how antique they're.

A rite in a lodge may additionally imply no automobile is required, and you could loosen up a bit more due to the fact everything's central; all roads factor to one venue for absolutely everyone concerned. Also guests can book rooms for the night time so your reception does no longer ought to have a set end time.

Now permit's now not overlook a few key details both, have you concept about how the ring gets offered all through the rite? A favourite in the meanwhile is a adorned pillow with pins at the rings, or the own family canine sporting it down the aisle on call. Just be innovative, it is the little things that add that speciality.

Some church buildings and registrars have policies you want to be aware about and this is made clean when you are booking with them. They normally insist on only one respectable photographer being allowed to photo the event. This is not intended to be suggest or too controlling but it is a information protection trouble and in a few instances a copyright issue as nicely with reference to the venue. For instance, on the subject of the signing of the legitimate sign up no pictures is allowed - complete stop. This is a policy all officials will observe. But as soon as this formality is finished the photographer is free to seize the satisfied couple signing a fake e book rather.

Respect and Social Media

Something to keep in mind is the release of guest images onto social media at the night time of the marriage. You may or won't have an opinion on this, however a few couples ask their visitors to keep again their pictures and not submit them directly to social web sites till the legit ones are launched to so as hold their 'distinct' excellent. What I recommend is to ask every person on their invites to ship their pics to the bride and groom afterwards, and let them be the primary to peer their very own wedding.

Now I need to factor out a few facts right here: newbie photographers are anywhere and most of the people very own a few quite true cameras which can rival the photographers own device. Does this mean that uncle David is going to get the same snap shots as your hired photographer? Do you really want a photographer at all?

I can virtually say I even have in no way been wowed by those snaps. People do get lucky occasionally with perhaps 1 in 50. I even have but seen most of them emerge as online in social media web sites with titles like; pinnacle 100 worst wedding ceremony pictures though.

The factor is, you need a professional for quality and peace of thoughts. Like Jamie Oliver cooking a Wedding Breakfast or Maggie Sottero designing a unique get dressed, professionals in their field have the suitable device and skills to supply. A professional photographer is aware of what to look for and in which to be. You cannot assume a member of the family or pal to take on such a duty. The expert brings back-up facilities so no photograph is lost. He/she has the competencies to procedure your pictures and keep them nicely afterwards. Your employed photographer could have be versed in adjusting your snap shots, sprucing and cropping them to fit industrial print requirements geared up for printing.

DETAILS OF THE RECEPTION

Hunger - After a rite, maximum guests are hungry and thirsty. When making plans your wedding reception it might be sensible to provide canapés/appetisers with any reception beverages. These will revive any flagging visitors, and potentially save you any early inebriation.

Wedding reception

Cake - The wedding cake is a subculture that people seem to be re-vamping and modernising. Recent weddings I actually have attended have seen the slicing of the conventional iced fruit cake take a backseat and sometimes just no longer appear in any respect! This may be seasonal preference, as an example, iciness tastes veer towards chocolate and wealthy flavours, while in summer time I actually have visible light sponges, lemon cake or maybe simply an amazing antique cheesecake. Wedding fairs are presently promoting ice-cream desserts that double as a dessert for the Wedding Breakfast, or layered tiers of frosted cupcakes that can be dispensed on the large day with out the need to reduce the cake.

Messages - The conventional way is a visitor signing e book, it's a incredible keep sake to take home. But there are already new ideas available. How approximately a wishing well that guests can put little notes into? Once you're finished with it after the wedding, stick it in the lawn and permit nature grow round it.

Presents - A super way to make the speeches extra interesting is giving out offers to those who have helped and been there for you, you can even strive a a laugh raffle or supply out lottery tickets.

Kids - If there are youngsters present, you may be sure that they'll be bored and ready to begin running around, having amusing and generally getting under your ft. You can plan for this too, via having bubble blowing bottles available to hand out. It appears top on the snap shots too and is such fun even the adults be a part of in!

Staff - If you're having a large themed wedding ceremony, it is worth checking with the caterers in the event that they have a few form of uniform. A concept right here is request group of workers wear white gloves, they simply look classy and clean.

Food - The cutting-edge take on the Wedding Breakfast is less conventional with extra highly spiced delicacies at the menu. Styles vary however, through the years peoples tastes have simply modified. The greater creative your food the extra memorable your day can be, and depending on how lots time and money you have, how approximately attempting an eight route meal? It's all approximately the flavor.

Music at the same time as you consume - If you visit any wedding ceremony fair you'll locate some exquisite musicians to pick from. They can accompany your meal playing the piano or harp and will frequently play something you request. At one wedding I included recently the subject became rock, so the pianist become playing hits from ACDC, Metallica, Pink Floyd, Queen, Slip Knot and plenty of, many more. It turned into exclusive and funky!

Up lighting effects - Hiring a few lighting fixtures for the night is a first rate manner to absolutely alternate the temper of your event and deliver it an super appearance. Up lighting factor on the partitions and ceilings and may be set to a coloration to fit your theme. White fairy lighting fixtures can create a pretty history for your night time picture's and are in particular powerful after dark.

Night Music - Cover bands are famous in the interim and there are some fantastic businesses obtainable focusing on weddings. They will play your favourite tracks on request. Disco's, well do you need a disco? Technology is good enough now to be able to pretty a lot create your very own custom playlist that blends into each music from a computer or iPod/iPad. Just plug that into the band's amplifier and click play. You can alternate your own track with the band to present them a ruin. By the manner... Recollect to feed the band!

Flowers - Real or Fake? Its a hard one to decide upon, and it is able to be pretty nice to have vegetation to hide parts of employed halls. For others its some thing to perhaps forgo and overlook altogether. It without a doubt topics on how much importance it has for you.

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randomdidsomething · 3 years

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Rodrick "Rodimus" Rodrick line art that I wanted to touch up on and fix for the longest but never did because ✨no motivation✨

One day I'll prolly mess with it idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#transformers #transformers art #transformers mtmte #mtmte #transformers lost light #lost light #rodimus #transformers rodimus #digital art #hue's new arte tag wow

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dykephannie · 7 years

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REALITY OTP CH. 1

MASTER LIST. PLAYLIST. NEXT CHAPTER. PREVIOUS CHAPTER.

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summary: Avid fangirl Gracie Green expected that the most extraordinary thing to happen to her at Summer in the City was meeting her long time obsessions Dan Howell and Phil Lester. This proves to be untrue when a fatal virus sweeps through the convention, killing everyone except for Gracie and the very two people she was there for. The odd threesome must travel across Europe to escape an evil tyrant who has claimed the crown for herself, and face not only the dangers of this new, post-apocalyptic world, but the feelings and secrets uncovered by the life threatening journey.

Because after all, it’s the harshest conditions that reveal the deepest truths about us, truths we’re not even willing to admit to ourselves.

important note: This is a PHANfiction, as in a fanfic in which Dan and Phil will enter some sort of relationship other than friendship by the end of the story. Please do not be turned off by the presence of the original character, she is merely a platonic companion of Dan and Phil. Perspectives will switch between the three per chapter. Thank you, and enjoy.

chapter word count: 2.2k

tw: mention of fatal illness

GRACIE

The end of the world generally starts off normal for most people.

They get up, out of bed, get changed, brush their teeth. Go to school or work or get back into bed and they go about their business until the fireballs start raining and their school or their work or their house ends up a heap of ashes for some Katniss Everdeen type to stumble across twenty years after the End only to discover their rotting bones and the useless keepsakes that were the only part of them to survive.

That’s not how it went for me.

Today, August 11th, 2020, had been a day long awaited for almost a year, from the moment I sat at my computer screen after hours upon hours of waiting, eyes burning from the bright light in my dim room, finger hovering over the mouse, refreshing constantly, until the moment of satisfaction finally came. Two tickets to Summer in the City, confirmed for Gracelyn Green. Today, well, it was anything but normal.

I had called Eliza immediately, my squeals echoing around my small room, hers doing the same, if not a bit more subdued than mine. That night I started at my desk, pencil scratching against the paper, etching the outline of the familiar curls and cheekbones, suddenly inspired by the prospect of seeing that face, desperate to make a worthy gift. I remembered I had stopped at the eyes. It was the first time I had realized that those eyes didn’t quite look right. From then on in every drawing I did of him, I was never quite satisfied with the eyes.

That very same first drawing was hanging above my head, those eyes filled in with constellations. I had been staring at it all night, unable to sleep, a cocktail nerves and excitement brewing in my stomach. It was strange how one could plan a moment for six years yet still be caught so off guard when the moment drew near. I picked up my phone, just as the 5:59 shifted to 6:00. It was go time.

The blue morning light was streaming through the gaps in my blinds as I pushed aside my duvet and strode across the room to the outfit meticulously selected and draped across my couch days earlier. I called Eliza, sticking my phone under my cheek as I pulled up my ripped jeans.

“Hello?” my best friend grumbled, voice heavy with sleep.

“You're not awake yet?” I chirped, running a brush through my blonde waves.

“It’s six am, Gracie, no rational person is awake right now.”

“Come on bitch, since when are you rational?”

I heard Eliza sigh on the other end as I shifted my phone back into my hand and wandered down the hall and into the bathroom. My house was quiet save for the squeak of the floorboards under my toes and the click of the bathroom door closing. And the house stayed quiet as I spoke to Eliza behind the door, struggling to get my eyeliner just right and the morning tangles from my hair.

At around 10, Eliza pulled up in her Range Rover, honking loudly.

“Do you have your workout clothes?” my mom called as I pulled the door open extravagantly.

“Yes mom!”

“Because you have an hour of karate and then two of jiu-jitsu on the last day of your convention!”

“I know mom!”

“Have fun, be safe!”

“I will!” I shouted, closing the door behind me and shouldering my heavy backpack, full of two nights worth of clothes. Our parents had decided that 17 was mature enough to stay in a hotel alone, which meant we wouldn’t have to drive back and forth every day of the convention.

“You look cute,” Eliza said drily as I buckled in.

I glanced down at my blossom sweater. “You like it?”

“Definitely a statement.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” I leaned over and knocked the bill of her ProSyndicate snapback resting on top of her coily black hair. “You’re just as much of a total nerd as I am. More, in fact.”

“Yeah yeah, at least I don’t draw creepy fanart.”

“At least I don’t have a Call of Duty gaming channel.”

Eliza stuck her tongue out at me, dark eyes flashing in the sunlight. “How am I supposed to handle staying with you for three days straight?”

“We’ve been friends with me for eight years, I think you can manage.” I frowned. “Plus, my fanart isn’t creepy.”

Keeping an eye on the road, she reached over and pulled out the drawing of a couple lying together on a couch, long limbs intertwined, eyes closed, content and happy. “That’s creepy, Gracie.”

“It’s not,” I insisted. “It’s art.”

Eliza knew it was useless arguing with me. She leaned forward and connected her phone to Bluetooth, playing some old Lana Del Rey song.

“Is this necessary, Lize? Shouldn’t we be getting pumped up and excited, instead of listening to, like, the most depressing artist ever?”

“Well what do you want to play?”

I grinned manically, grabbing the aux cord before she could object and clicking on the playlist at the top of my Spotify.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she groaned.

“What? You like Muse!”

“Yeah, not in this context.”

It took us about an hour to drive to the ExCel Convention Center, and by the time we found parking, we had an two hours to get to the meet and greet line. The line ate up about an hour of that time, but after showing our tickets at the door and ceremoniously draping my lanyard around my neck, Eliza and I were in.

And holy shit was it glorious.

Crowds of people milled about the bottom floor. Some were dressed in dull colors despite the bright hues in their hair and the glittering piercings in their ears and noses. Others wore flowing, flowered dresses and high heeled tennis shoes, accompanied by ambitious cat eyes and smoky eye shadow. There were people in band shirts and onesies, flower crowns and combat boots. Within seconds I spotted a group of squealing kids a few years younger than me, dark black whiskers on their cheeks and familiar faces on their shirts. I was too excited to cringe, too electrified by the sea of people just like me.

And the convention center itself was magnificent. Balconies and floors stuffed with merch booths and advertisements for the newest YouTube Red shows, accosting us with either Jake or Logan Paul’s ads as soon as a corner was turned. I would’ve lived here if I could’ve, even if it meant sleeping uncomfortably close to one of the Pauls’ giant robot faces.

“Where do you want to start?” Eliza asked.

I laughed out loud. She already knew the answer. I made a beeline straight to the merch booth of my choice, bringing Eliza with me.

“Can’t we visit MatPat’s store first? They have a new Game Theorists shirt design and I want to support them but they’re limited edition…”

“Nope, not happening.” We were already in line, and a familiar face was already coming into view.

“You’re a bitch,” she grumbled, drumming her fingers against the table at the booth.

I shoved her shoulder. “Shut up, he’s coming!”

A tall man with light brown hair approached, smiling when he noticed my excited gaze. “Hey Martyn!” I told him. Practice for the real thing, practice for the real thing. “Could I get one of the new posters and a whisker hoodie in a small?”

“Sure thing.” He reached underneath the table, handing me the hoodie and the rolled up poster. I handed him my money.

“A selfie too?”

Martyn smiled and leaned across the counter, pressing my change into my hand as I snapped the photo, sending it immediately to my Snapchat story.

“Thanks dude!” I told him, collecting my merch and striding away from the merch booth, trying to mask the shaking in my hands.

“Did you just call Martyn Lester dude?” Eliza hissed as we walked away. “What are you, American?”

“Please stop reminding me of that, I’m like ten seconds away from dying of embarrassment.”

We browsed the gaming tent next, on Eliza’s not-so-polite request, only for me to watch her pick up everything within sight and promptly put it down after glancing at the price tag. I had a Princess Peach sweatshirt slung over my shoulder by the time she eventually settled on a DS pack with the new Animal Crossing.

“Mario? Really?”

“We’ve played together since the Wii game came out!” I said defensively. “It’s basically our childhood!”

“We never did beat that last world.”

“We should get on that.” I glanced at my phone. It was almost time. “C’mon Lize, we’ve got to get upstairs!” I told her, grabbing her by the wrist again and tugging her towards the nearest staircase before she could even put her change in her wallet.

We ran to the end of the end of the meet and greet line, almost colliding with a smaller girl with a flower crown clutching a colorful book in her hand nervously.

“So sorry,” I stuttered, putting my hand on her shoulder to steady myself.

“Oh wow!” she exclaimed. “You’re sunshineboyes!”

My face heated up. I had been spotted a couple times at VidCon last year, getting identified by the URL of my tumblr blog, which boasted nearly 30 thousand followers due to my fanart. Getting recognized always caught me off guard. I was just a girl that liked drawing YouTubers, not one of the YouTubers themselves.

“Oh, uh, hey there!” I said. Eliza raised her eyebrows, turning to her phone. “It's nice to meet you!”

“I love your art so much,” she gushed. “Is that some of it in there?”

She pointed at the folder in my hand, I opened it up, flipping to my favorite drawing. The lion filling up half the frame glared back at me, across from the large blue eye and pale face and dark hair on the other side. “Uh, yeah. These are the ones I’m giving to them.”

“Wow!” she squealed. “They're even more incredible in real life!”

“Thanks, you're sweet.” I figured that was closest to the ahhhhh ty! ilysm!! sentiment I could get to in real life.

“Can I get a selfie?” She already had her camera open.

I leaned my head against hers, smiling widely as she snapped the photo. She opened up tumblr as soon as she brought her phone down.

“Tag me in that, I’ll follow you!” I told her. Her face positively lit up.

“Oh wow, wait until I tell my group chat that Gracie’s following me!”

I blushed again, turning back to Eliza, who was still glancing down at her phone, amused.

“What?” I hissed.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just funny, that’s all.”

We chatted amongst ourselves for another hour, waiting as the line slowly grew larger behind us, and my hopes slowly grew higher. My heart was nearly hammering in my chest, and I had to concentrate on taking deep breaths or risk hyperventilation. I couldn’t gauge how excited Eliza was in comparison to me. Eliza claimed to only causally enjoy the pair I positively obsessed over. But I didn’t think it mattered. Meeting someone famous on any level had to be exciting.

Even more exciting, I realized as the line started to move, if they had taken up nearly six years of your life.

After another couple hours I could see the corner of a plastic tarp littered with SitC and sponsor decals, two tall, unmistakable shadows cast over it. My heart was lodged in my throat, no matter how hard I tried to swallow it down, and the warm bursts of excitement throughout my chest had turned to cold fear pumping through my veins, a cold fear that no amount of positive meetup descriptions could ease. Because what if mine went wrong? What if I accidentally blurted something out that I definitely didn’t mean to blurt out? What if instead of my totally fine fanart, I packed that one NSFW thing I did and then almost immediately deleted in fear that my mom would do a random computer check? What if I hugged them wrong? Or tripped over one of them and broke my face? Or broke their faces?! I would never be forgiven. I would go down in history as the girl who gave NSFW art to and broke the money makers of --

“Gracie!”

I blinked out of my spiral of panic. Eliza had her hand on my shoulder. “We’re next.”

The girl in front of me had just disappeared behind the tarp, and my heart had just risen even further than I would’ve thought humanly possible. I was so close. Literally a couple minutes and ten steps away from a dream that had been six years in the making…

When a loud crackling noise sounded through the convention center from the speakers in the ceiling.

“Attention Summer in the City guests and staff. Please remain calm. We have just been notified of a fast traveling, fatal virus spreading through London. We are putting the ExCel Center under quarantine. Attention Summer in the City…”

It took just a second to process before the ground under my feet began to spin. Eliza was clutching my arm tightly, nearly cutting off the blood flow with her sharp nails. The shadows were disappearing behind a closed door. Screams were echoing through the center, drowning out the calm drone of the PA system.

But honestly I barely registered the fact that my death might be creeping up on me with every breath I inhaled.

I was just pissed that I wouldn’t get to meet Dan and Phil.

#ohhhh boy here we go #i'm so nervous about this guys #i'm so excited to share this with y'all #(as i've literally been working on it for over a year)#but i've been feeling very subconscious about my writing as of late #and this is the biggest thing i've ever done with the intention of posting?#i don't know i hope at least someone will enjoy it #and to that someone...#welcome to the crazy wild ride that is reality otp!#reality otp #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #phan angst #phan fluff #phan smut #(eventually lol)#franfic

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Are you ahead of new tablescaping trend? The latest craze taking over Instagram

Research by Homesense revealed that 45 per cent of us turn to Instagram for our Christmas decor inspiration. As a result a new trend of tablescaping has become one of the most recognised decorating trends.

Already during the festive period #tablescape has already racked up over 1 million tags on Instagram. It appears traditional centrepieces and simple candle display are a thing of Christmas’ past. The art of tablescaping is taking over tabletops, creating an entire scene across the expanse of a table and its surroundings.

This new trend sees tables as a blank canvas, a space to layout a harmonious festive tablescape of colour, texture, patterns and decorations – set out on a dining table, positioning each and every item with purpose.

More festive ideas: Christmas dining room ideas to add a festive flourish to Christmas dinner

Homesense has revealed 4 of the top tablescaping trends for Christmas 2019.

Trend 1. Interstellar Interiors

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Embrace the stellar trend for stars and intergalactic interiors – to transport your guests to a decadent galaxy that twinkles. Stepping away from the traditional colour palette of festive forest greens and ruby reds, dress the table with midnight shades of glassware and teal glazed stoneware crockery.

Add the finishing touches by incorporating baubles in various hues of silver and white. Nestle metallic decorations amongst your candles to create extra sparkle.

Trend 2. Cranberry Christmas

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This is the look for those who love a more traditional Christmas decor. Create a warm, inviting space by layering traditional textures with the hues of the season. A table runner can beautifully anchor a decorating scheme perfectly, effortlessly tying everything together.

Layering patterned plates and textiles is key to adding flourish to your tablescape scene. Baubles for place settings, helps to add personality to tables. While faux fur rugs draped over dining chairs adds depth to the look.

For the wow factor incorporate thoughtful decoration by adding holly and foliage to suspended ceiling lights.

Trend 3. Minimal Magnificence

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Tis the season to add a touch of extra sparkle to your table. Don’t be afraid to mix metallic tones for an effortless yet luxe table setting. A simple white backdrop can lend a sense of calm to the scheme.

Create your own mini-Narnia by bring the outside in, by scattering candles and faux foliage across the table – #doitforthegram. Beyond just taking pictures, the aroma of the natural foliage will appeal to all the senses.

Trend 4. Eclectic Entertaining

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Host the party of the season with this opulent eclectic trend. Set the scene with a decadent mix of barware from luxe crystal champagne flutes to metallic cocktail shakers. Create a statement centre by taking the baubles off the tree and instead using them adorning twigs and branches suspended from the ceiling. It’s the new way to do a centrepiece.

Consider positioning festive characters such as nutcracker soldiers, reindeers and mini Father Christmas ornaments across the table.

Related: Budget Christmas decorating ideas for a high-impact, low-cost Christmas

Will you be trying the tablescaping trend for Christmas 2019?

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digdeepergravedigger09 · 7 years

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So I was tagged both by @naferty and @imaginestarkquill about this ... post meme thing. It took a while because of some certain questions. And also I talk a LOT. It’s just a thing I do. Talk a lot. Get into a tangent. I may have taken this way too seriously. One of the questions also contain a certain aspect of myself that I really dislike about myself. I tried to answer honestly, but I have to admit I am very defensive and I’ve qualified a lot of things trying to excuse myself. I answered it as honestly as I would on a personal blog that this is.

Also, gross insect death.

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to know better!

A - age: 25... 26? I’m not entirely sure. It’s hard to remember when you’re one year older than your birthdate says you are apparently B - birthplace: Korea C - current time: 3.46 PM D - drink you last had: Water E - easiest person to talk to: It depends on what I want to talk about. I usually talk most of everything with my mom, and all that I don’t want to talk about with her, with my bf, and all that I don’t want to talk with either of them, with @deredana. F - favorite song: For the longest of time, it had been Chrystalanthemums from the Homestuck Album 1-4, but these days I’m in love with Hey Judy by Julie Robert from the Event [0] Soundtrack.

Continued under Keep reading.

G - grossest memory: Grade 7. First biology class of the year. Sat next to this kid who had a plastic folder/bag. Very sturdy, holds textbooks. There was a fly in the room, and apparently it sat on the table, before this kid with the bag. He slams it on the fly. Apparently, the fly tried to take off, but its lower... half... got crushed by the folder bag. Apart from the disgusting black mess that was the fly, there were.... white... tiny... things. That were crawling everywhere. Just... tiny, tiny tiny maggots crawling to every which direction. I don’t remember what happened after that, but I’m still scared of hitting/killing flies that I will just run away from them instead of swatting them away. I don’t want to look at flies, I don’t want to think about flies. H - horror yes or horror no: Horror no. Just no. Thriller is fine, but horror is no. I - in love?: In love what? Am I in love? What is love? Baby don’t hurt me No but seriously, everything that people say about “love” seem to be accepted to be all simultaneously accurate and incoherent mess of contradictions. How can you know the “love” you say is the same “love” I feel? I know “love” can be felt in differing intensity, but how would I know, in the root, that they are the same feeling? I can’t tell if I am “in love” because I don’t know if what I’m feeling is love. I don’t understand whatever feeling the world’s literature describes love to be, it’s all nonsense. I think I’d prefer the phrase “extreme fondness” over “love” to be honest. “Love” is such a loaded word. But yeah, I guess I am “in love” currently, with someone. J - jealous of people?: Yes. I’m a jealous and envious person. I hate that I can’t be 100% genuine when I say I congratulate people for succeeding, especially in areas where I myself want to succeed. I don’t actually hate the individuals themselves, I don’t think. But I do get resentful - I know that it is irrational and petty and ridiculous and just overall it says a lot about what person I am - when I am not the best/better. I think I got it down to a point where I will have a constant, low undercurrent of envy and resentment under my skin, but I like to think that I do a good job on not outwardly hating the people themselves for their success, at the very least. And I know this might taint some people’s perception of myself, that I may be lying to them about me being happy for their success. I’m not lying about that part; I really am glad they are getting a good thing in their life. But if you don’t believe me (and I don’t blame you, after everything I’ve written), don’t mind the selfish person being jealous. You got your success because you worked hard for it, or if it was a lucky break, but it was your well-deserved lucky break. K - killed someone?: Only in my dreams. Wow, that sounds wrong. I mean nightmares. But also dreams sometimes. I kill a lot of people in both my dreams and nightmares. That’s not a better answer. L - love at first sight or should I walk by again: I don’t believe in “love” at first sight. I prefer the understanding that “love” comes after years of stable, familiar relationship where you can accept everything of each other. So, no, no love at first sight, nor walking by again would help. M - middle name: I don’t have a middle name. N - number of siblings: I’m an only child. O - one wish: To have enough money to not have the audacity to make up an excuse to pass by any people who ask for help on the streets. To have enough money that I made on my own, to not be a burden on my parents or on my significant other. To be self sufficient and more, to be able to be generous without feeling guilty and facetious. P - person you called last: My boyfriend. Q - question you’re always asked: "How’s life?” “What will you do after you do (this thing I’m currently doing)?” Everything is going horribly, thank you, and I have no idea where my life is headed currently. But I’m trying to manage everything. I appreciate that you’re trying to help, and they probably will help in the end, but right now as I hear that question I am filled with anger and resentment and everything that pops into my head is venom and vitriol. Unfortunately I don’t get asked many questions that don’t have to do with things I hate to think about the most. R - reason to smile: Healthy, happy animals. People who enjoy their lives. (I’m envious, but I’m also happy to see others be happy and passionate about their life and work. I don’t know what that’s about either) S - song you sang last: As in Karaoke? It’s been so long - 낭만고양이 by Cherry Filter, I suppose. Gosh, it’s been ages. Just by myself? Art is Dead by Bo Burnham. U - underwear color: Navy and Black. V - vacation: I might go to where my parents are for like a week, once everything is over. X - x-rays: What do you want from this question? I don’t understand. Have I ever been x-ray’d? Yes. I think most people would have, at least once in their lives? Y - your favourite food: Noodles. All noodles. Instant noodles, Udon, Ramen, Gooksoo, Pho, Bun Cha, Spaghetti, Phat Thai, Bun Bo Hue, etc and all that I may not remember. With few notable exceptions: I don’t like Korean Soy noodles, and I don’t particularly enjoy vermicelli, unless cooked in a very specific dish. Z - zodiac sign: Virgo

I do have some certain people I would like to get to know better. I have a feeling many of you have already done this - it’s been a while since I got tagged too, so. But if you haven’t, please do? @reioka @tonystarktogo @saved-by-the-notepad @westbrookwestbooks @feelingsinwinter @deredana @beir @bloody-bee-tea and any of you who might want to try too, consider yourselves tagged!

#I don't like the J question #It really just pulled me down to a place I don't want to be #I'm bitter about most of this tbh #I'm trying to be better #personal #I changed the answer to that question a lot #a LOT #it feels a lot more PG than it was before #so I feel better about tagging people onto this #squished bug story #gross bug story #gross bug #it took me a while #because I was toning things down so I could feel comfortable tagging people #I talk a lot #as I usually do

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This Saturday around 6pm I went on Instagram. I have a love/hate relationship with Instagram. There is some really incredible, inspiring, and wonderful creative content on the platform. I love being able to look at different profiles of musicians, photographers, videographers, graphic designers, web developers, etc. But on the flip side, there is a lot of sh*t on Instagram. I stronggggly dislike influencers/micro-influencers, promoting products from brands only allows for advertising to infiltrate my life and everyone else’s more than it ever has before. And a lot of content on Instagram feels inauthentic.

But this Saturday at 6pm I made an awesome discovery of a new artist who I really like. I’ll sometimes go down rabbit holes on Instagram, hopping from one post, to a profile, to a story, to another profile, etc… and suddenly I’m on a page I never would’ve expected to end up on. This happened when I was looking at my queen Lauren Jauregui’s Instagram page. She tagged one of her photographer/creative directors handles to a photo, so I went exploring. He’s done some pretty great work. I was in awe at all the impressive celebrities he had worked alongside. As I was scrolling through his feed, I stumbled upon a post from August 2018. It was a snippet from a music video, for an artist I had never heard. As I was watching, I noticed how I really liked the bright colors, art direction, and the song… who was this artist? She was tagged in the post as @devohnine. So of course I tapped on her profile and was shocked to see she only had a little over 1000 followers. Her page looked like anyone else’s even — nothing particularly special, this could be the page of one of my friends here at Drexel. But what I did find on her profile was a tagged post to @brkrs_show, a concept project from the label 300ent. They highlight 8 artists every week who they think are going to breakthrough in the music industry… Actually they explain it themselves pretty well:

“Becoming is a place, but its coordinates are hazy. For an artist, the space between anonymity and full-fledged stardom is a long, often vulnerable stretch. Transcending that and catapulting from obscurity to household name requires a breakthrough moment.

BRKRS presents eight emerging artists, each telling their story in a single 10x10 room. Using a kaleidoscope of saturated hues, strobing lights and bold fluorescents, each artist makes the space unique with their delivery. BRKRS is a catalyst, launching artists beyond their potential and directly in the spotlight and sending a message to the world—they got next. These are their stories.”

Wow. I want to be on this show and I don’t even make music — yet? Basically, this is the kind of content I love and want to share. My Saturday became 10x better because of this discovery, and I will def be listening to dev09 all this week.

Instagram is cool because without it I wouldn’t have found dev09, brkrs, or another building block of inspiration to use as an artist myself.

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Your wedding dance floor is one of the focal points of your reception, and the place where you’ll have your first twirls as newlyweds. Plus, it’s where your guests will spend much of their time dancing the night away. So why not make it unique? In this post, we’ll give you wedding dance floor ideas for any type of reception, as well as answer a few frequently asked questions about wedding dance floors.

What can you use as a wedding dance floor?

With more options than ever before, it’s easy to get creative with your dance floor and make it memorable for your guests. Remember, your dance floor has two key functions: providing an attractive area for the photographers to capture, and creating an environment that’s as inviting as possible for everyone in attendance. You can select a venue that already has a built-in dance floor and decorate it to fit your theme, or opt for a temporary and totally customizable floor. From monograms to checkered floors, enchanting floral suspensions or dazzling chandeliers – the sky is the limit.

Do you need a dance floor at your wedding?

A dance floor may not be a must-have at your wedding, and that’s OK. But you’ll want your wedding to be remembered by your friends and family long after it’s over – and having a lively dance floor is a fun way to help guests create memories of their own. Weddings mark the beginning of a new chapter in your life and your dance floor is the canvas for that all-important first dance as a married couple. It is essential to set the stage properly, and you can use your dance floor as a way to keep all eyes on the moment.

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Can you put a dance floor on the grass?

If you are hosting your wedding reception outdoors, it is better – and safer – to have a dance floor laid out over the grass. Any rental company should be able to install the platform and will save your guests in stilettos from sinking into the ground all night. Creating an elevated dance floor also makes it easy to keep long dresses and nice shoes clean, so the only thing your guests have to worry about is what moves to tear up the dance floor with.

Explore 20 wedding dance floor ideas for your big day:

Check out some tasteful, yet budget-friendly, wedding dance floor ideas to wow your guests and encourage a night filled with dancing.

1. Checkered. Simple, yet oh-so-elegant. Keep it classy with a black and white checkered dance floor, accompanied by a regal chandelier. Or, if you’re feeling a bit whimsical, opt for multicolored checkered boxes to add an extra dose of energy to your colorful wedding theme. These types of floors are incredibly easy to rent and budget friendly.

2. Balloon filled. Who doesn’t love balloons? Balloons are reminiscent of some of our earliest celebrations in life, and can be an extremely budget-friendly way to infuse joy into your reception! Feel the excitement radiate amongst your guests – including the young and young-at-heart. Drape balloons across the dance floor or have them scattered around the dance floor for a fun vibe.

3. Poolside. Does your wedding venue feature a picturesque pool? Use it to your advantage and situate your dance floor next to the pool for some upscale fun. If you want to take it up a notch, install a transparent dance floor over the pool. Paired with the right lighting and music, this setup will exceed expectations.

4. Disco ball themed. Give the retro theme a modern refresh from the singular disco ball in the middle of the dance floor. To make your reception shine, pair multiple disco balls of all sizes at varying lengths with minimalistic hanging lights. Stick with classic silver or go for the gold and switch up the colors of your disco balls to enhance your own unique ambiance.

5. Illuminated. This wedding dance floor idea is ideal for more contemporary themes because it’s so versatile. Keep it understated and elegant with all-white lighting or spice it up with changing multicolored tiles. You can match the mood of your music to the floor for a fun vibe that will keep your guests grooving.

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6. Mosaic themed. Bright colors or hypnotizing patterns on the dance floor will surely energize the mood for your reception, as your guests are drawn to the dance floor. Your unique floor will also serve as a beautiful work of art in your wedding photos and set your aesthetic apart from the typical reception.

7. Carpet. If you’re having your wedding reception outdoors, or just want to cover up some unsightly ballroom carpeting, go for a budget-conscious carpet dance floor. Your guests will be worry-free and relaxed enough to take off those uncomfortable shoes and bust some moves.

8. Wooden. A country or rustic wedding theme just wouldn’t be complete without a beautiful wooden dance floor. This floor will give your reception an earthy-yet-elegant feel to perfectly complement your wedding style. Wooden dance floors are simple to rent and offer a range of wood types and grains.

9. Beach themed. If your wedding reception is set by the sea – or if you wish it was – then a nautical theme could be ideal for you. Customize your wedding floor with crisp white wood, seashells, and ocean hues. When the sun sets, illuminate coastal-inspired lanterns that will have your guests ready to sail into the night.

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10. Moss themed. Incorporate your love for flora and fauna with this wedding dance floor idea, even if you aren’t hosting your reception outside. Cover your dance floor with moss and let your guests join in by giving them flower petals to scatter while you glide through the big first dance. Complete the earthy atmosphere with freestanding or hanging floral installations.

11. Paper décor themed. If you’re trying to get the most bang for your buck, let your artistic side shine and spruce up your dance floor with DIY tassels and papier-mâché. Hang some romantic paper lanterns in your wedding colors above the dance floor to make the space feel dreamy.

12. Monogrammed. Is there a better way to set the tone of your ultra-chic wedding than with a sophisticated monogram of your initials? Imprint your monogram straight on the dance floor, or project it from above to create a swanky ambiance. This wedding dance floor idea may be simple, but it is an affordable and classic way to personalize your wedding.

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13. Mirrored. Make a glamorous statement with a reflective dance floor to open up your reception space. If you want to go above and beyond, a mirrored dance floor set up outside or beneath a clear-top tent could make your wedding one for the ages as it reflects the stars or a stunning sunset.

14. Floral. Let your dance floor blossom with a charming floral theme. Incorporate the beauty of flowers in your big day without burning a hole in your pockets. Keep it clean with projections of your favorite flower or hang a bouquet chandelier over the dance floor, surrounded by floral columns.

15. Umbrella canopy themed. Create a quirky and colorful ceiling with umbrellas suspended over your wedding dance floor. Add pops of color when you mix and match patterns or different shades of your wedding theme colors. Accompanied by the right tunes, your guests won’t be able to stay away from this fun dance floor.

16. Marble themed. Are you looking for a regal dance floor that doesn’t come with a hefty price tag? Marble style dance floors are extremely versatile and easily customizable to fit your wedding theme.

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17. Tented. You can still keep the cozy feel of an indoor reception with an outdoor covering. A tented dance floor works best on warm, summer nights when you can hang dreamy tulle drapes and overhead fixtures. Play around with colors and lights to jazz up an otherwise ordinary white tent.

18. Vintage rug themed. For a more bohemian wedding theme, opt for vintage rugs to complement your vibe. They are easy and cheap to rent, or you can buy the rugs and reuse them in your home as a reminder of your special day. If your venue allows, set up bonfires near the dance floor to create a mystical mood for the reception.

19. Celestial themed. Light up your indoor wedding reception with the all the magic of the night sky! Make sure you have a solid dance floor and enlist the help of a lighting expert to recreate the stars. To make your dance floor sparkle, hang star-shaped fairy lights and dim other overhead lights.

20. Neon themed. Get ready to dance your socks off on an electrifying neon dance floor! Pump up your wedding reception with black lights and hire a DJ that’ll keep the party moving all night long.

Put these wedding dance floor ideas into action!

A wedding dance floor can take the reception from drab to fab, so if you’re able, don’t let this element fall through the cracks. After all, everyone will be itching to get on the dance floor once the party starts. Just make sure to pair your dance floor with the right music and lighting to perfect your desired vibe.

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