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silassinclair · 2 years

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“You’re my Muse”

[Billy H. x Artistic Reader] 🎨

Summary: Y/n loves Billy’s face. He’s just so handsome and gorgeous and UGH. She loves holding his face and looking into his eyes, and Billy is just like, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

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Glam metal music played softly from Billy’s stereo. The volume was turned down more than his usual listening volume because his girlfriend Y/n was doodling in her sketchbook on his bed. He absolutely adored her. She was cute seven ways to sunday. Her cute little hobby of drawing, her love for bugs, but most importantly was her weird fascination for his face.

Weird because it was only his face. Her pages were full of realistic sketches of his face at many different angles and making many different expressions. He was flattered and never questioned it, but it got to the point where she would hold his face in her hands for long minutes at a time and just stare adoringly.

Billy loves her to the moon and back but he cannot help but feel… a little weirded out by her quirky behavior, not in a bad way of course. So he finally asks, “Hey baby?”

The sound of pencil on paper stops. “Yeah Billy?” Y/n asks and crawls over to him. He was seated on the floor against the bed she was on so she leaned down and put her cheek against his, another thing she did quite often.

“Not to sound mean.” He starts, “But I gotta ask you, what is with you and always being all over my face. I know that I’m handsome and attractive and the hottest guy ever but I can’t help but feel like you have a weird fascination for my face.” He says with a light grin.

An awkward pause fills the room. Even the song on the stereo was quieting down, playing it’s last part.

“Well uh.” Y/n say straight up and scratched her neck. She knew this day would come. After all personal space is important so of course her boyfriend would question her weird actions. “I just really like your face.”

Billy turned around with a quirked up eyebrow and a smirk. “Oh I know that babe. That’s why you’re all over me after all. But I wanna know more. Give me the sweet juicy details.” His thumb brushed against her hand that he had held in his.

“To put it simply, you’re my muse Billy.” She said with a smile. Her head tilted to the side to see Billy’s facial expression change from smugness to wonder.

“Your jawline is sharp, cheekbones are prominent, and your eyes,” Y/n gently takes hold of his face. His head is turned up as her fingers trace gently against his jaw. Billy is at a loss for words, no one has EVER said anything like this to him before.

“Your eyes are absolutely stunning. I could drown in that gorgeous blue color.” She places a small peck on the space between his eyes.

“And don’t get me started on your lips.” Her thumb traces the plump bottom lip. “They’re so smooth and plump. I just wanna kiss em all day.”

At this point Billy’s face was as red and flush as the crimson paint Y/n used in her artworks. The affection was almost overwhelming. His brain simply couldn’t process how someone so sweet, cute, and humble could adore him this much. He thought men were the ones who were supposed to fluster their girlfriends, but apparently it was the other way around right now.

“I love all of you.” Y/n whispered softly and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

In the blink of an eye Billy pounced and had Y/n pinned under his body. Her arms spread limply by her sides under the soft cushion of Billy’s mattress.

“Do you really mean that?” Billy said. His tone was like a whisper. Hope in his voice wishing it were true, but he knew it was too good to be true. “All that you said, you mean it?” His golden brown locks fluttered from side to side, framing his perfect face.

The girl reached a hand up to cup the jaw of her lover above. A smile painted her face. “I meant every word, love.” That petname for him had hime weak in the knees any time she said it, which was pretty rarely. Usually she’d just call him Billy, baby, or B.

Billy leant down and trapped her lips in a heated kiss. He never wanted tor leave this moment. In between kisses Y/n giggled, her arm’s wrapped around his neck lovingly.

“Aw? Is my sweet boyfriend flustered? Or do you just really like being praised and complimented?”

A growl escaped the depths of his throat. “How could I not be a blushin’ mess when you say shit like that?” His lips traced the shell of her ear. “God I don’t deserve you baby.” His whisper sent a shiver down her spine.

She smirked and batted her lashes, “Oh and that sexy voice of yours, I could listen to it all da-”

She was cut off with a kiss. Her boyfriend’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were on fire, his bottom lip twitching too much so he bit down on it.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll show you how much I love you more.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things fanfiction #fluff

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smndragon · 3 years

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henlo!! i hope you're doing well! i'd love to get a reading from you, if that's okay! my placements are: sag sun (12h), aries moon (3h) and cap rising! thank you so much for this!

I swear I looked at my inbox and took a second for start the tv and get a drink of water. This is gonna be a long night, I don't think there are meant full readings left though. I'm doing very well thanks for that!

Hm, Sagittarius sun, Aries moon, and Capricorn ascendant.

The Aries moon is the loudest competing with the Capricorn ascendant. Possible glasses I feel from the Aries moon or bad eyesight. The Capricorn could cause you to cut your hair short since I feel some of them really like doing that either their chaotic energy at times✂️💇🏽‍♀️ (I always try to be careful when clicking edit ln these drafts cause it sucks to accidentally delete it ughh) SONG RECOMMENDATION LOVELIES creep by Radiohead! I'm back after getting an ice pop AND OMG IVE BEEN ANSWERING THINGS MY SHEETS ARE WARM AND I HAVEN'T OPENED IT HOW DID I FORGET. Anyways, I wondered if your profile was really you so I looked closer and now I regret I cause the characteristics will be thrown off later on sorry.

Gotta make a new paragraph that was long💀 the Aries moon is hard to see, the connection has been ruined. FOCUS I'm back okay let's go! The Aries Manor is large. I arrived immediately at gates. The place feels like a castle, all of a sudden I'm in a dress on the ground as if this is some kind of lost girl story. My expression looks really confused. As if they're asking "where tf am I" a tall figure comes down the stairs, dressed in a red dress as if her wedding with the world's biggest asshole had was cancelled. Red lips and styled back red hair, their eyes are sharp at the ends and wide in the middle (can't explain eyes lol) they offer their hand to me as if I look like the dumbest bitch at the ball lol. Long and manicured nails. Shes thin and lanky but beautiful non the less. (For all of you insecure people reading to this far I'm watching you😤 love yourself more please you deserve it) she has a butler on standby. "So what are you doing here?" A pretty basic question but I honestly feel so dumb rn lol. They act as if the quest never happened and look around for something in the room turning their head. "You're not Gemini/Sagittarius are you?" A skeptical look on their face. It's hard to interpret what they said. "Alright, maybe you're not here to pull a prank on me if you are." They grab a cigarette from a tin holder a worker offers them already lit and breathing rolls of smoke. "If not them, what are you doing here shorty?" Taking another hit, the cigarette finished by then. Time is going by faster than I thought. "Alright" I hear the click of the case in their hand closing. "If you aren't here for me then I know who, follow me." They get up to lead me up the stares. Hesitantly following after. Aura is red and flaming. Possible placements are the lover stomach or I feel the manor and small parts around it take yo the whole chest. You may have problems with heartburn, chest pains, or issues with the lungs. We leave the lavished hall. I feel there's somewhere you wanna go someday. Possible problems in class as a kid, too passionate or anger issues. Nowadays may be shy or hesitant. Aries people often are fiery, but we also turn more shy getting older.

I see a door down the hall opening it, the Aries moon is gone by now. I feel you have Gemini placements possibly tricksters with your Sagittarius sun. I see the Sagittarius sitting down on something soft and plush. Reading some kind of novel or paper. They seem very intimidating until seeing me. "Ah! Are you here to talk to me? I've been needing company!" Getting up to walk towards me. "Did Aries not come with you? They always avoid me." I see their earrings shine with the night sky. "I mean I did pull that paint trick a bit ago but to mean c'mon who wouldn't?" She once had an elegant purple dress, to match her heavy eyelashes and almost violet blue eyes. But I look into myself now. They are jokes on how we look the same now and they bet she asked me if I was them. They turn to me again after looking off for a bit. You the host may have issues with the contact under pressure or when holding conversations. They do the same thing the Aries does. They may go deeper than shown to me, lifetimes of being stuck with each other in the same hosts. May have liked each other in the beginning but something changed this. Possible placement now is the left side of the chest. Aura color is purple and starry blue. I'm no longer in contact.

I feel the Capricorn ascendant is the puzzle piece to what happened. Change that thought it's Gemini. It's not just you body but in others they've known each other I'm the placements. Possibly a love triangle turned into hate or something. The Aries moon once loved your Sagittarius, they still do. It's just things have changed and Gemini and Sagittarius are better together to Aries. This doesn't seem right. Idk how you could fix this maybe we'll see later. This imbalance could be the cause of some mental issues or your own love problems, both signs aren't as good with such things. They don't know how cause they haven't found true love yet. At least not reciprocated well enough.

The Capricorn ascendant lives in the middle of your chest in-between the abdomen and stomach proportions. This doesn't make sense to me since I believe the stairs were here. I get there, the Capricorn is sitting on the steps sketching. The Capricorn is more boyish. Dressed in a shorter green dress. Cut to the shoulders blonde hair with brown and green mixed eyes. A golden chain on the neck matching the sprinkle of gold on the cheeks and in the eyes. They look at me weirdly. As if they're appalled I ended up here. "Gonna sit or not?" They point to next to them on the steps. I sit down looking at the sketch set down for a second resting in their palms. "You can feel it too can't you?" Clearly they're talking of the energy between the other two zodiacs. "They've been like this for a long time-" "I know." I finally talk I believe after this whole reading. They look down at their drawing. "I'm pretty new here so yeah. I got it fast" they catch me looking at the pencil stokes. "You saw it before. Think it was good?" They look at me again head still down low. "yeah" I nod. "Great!" They pull me up. "Let's get away from here yeah?" There's fields outside the mansion. Green even in the night. Rolling down the grounds and getting grass covered stains and markings. This Capricorn is alive.

Characteristics: dark hair, wider eyes due to the Capricorn or Aries moon, I feel this creates bigger eyes at times. Possibly markings on the hands or arms. Height is fairly average or just an inch shy of it. Possibly have posters in your room. You may definitely need that cup of morning coffee. Strongly built with thicker bones. Took some scrapes and scratches as a kid lol.👷gap in the middle of the teeth. Your nose may scrunch and get bunny lines. Possible love for Halloween. Nice nails but they get broken easily do you have to cut them short. Struggled with self image issue younger. Causing some mental health problems. You aren't an angry person but if boundaries are crossed there's gonna be a problem.

Soulmates/ future relationship: (ignore if already in one unless curious) I feel Virgo influence here. Not the tallest person but also yes? One of those two either really tall ppl or not at all. You guys will try and keep up with each other a lot. Trying to manage schedules and make little completions on who cna do something better or first. On the couch watching movies and sharing food, okay cringey couple thing coming up. You guys may feed each other like it's normal and your friend just stare at you like "wtf??" They love our two though lol they'll get used to it. Possible meeting at s grocery store when in the bread isle or nearby. May have you call them lieutenant or some strengthening name at times or they won't even move to do what you want them to.

Other zodiac influence in your life through people: Gemini moon, Virgo moon, sun, ascendant. Possible same mercury and venus? Random. Cancer mars, Neptune.

Health/future: watch for dogs (i love dogs but I see some trouble here) cars when walking on roads or streets. Just saying duck and lay attention for the next 2 months when in a dangerous working areas or smth.

FINALLY DONE SORRY THIS TOOK LONG

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thereeness · 2 years

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My Top Posts in 2021

Did some more sketches of one of my otaku senshi from my Lost Guardians team <3 Meet Rhonda Carlisle, aka Sailor Varuna, Soldier of Storms. Experimenting with expressions too, trying to find a balance between semi-realism and the anime style I enjoy.

I’m quite fond of the upper right expression <3

6 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 18:34:12 GMT

Can’t believe it’s been 10 years since I last drew this character seriously. I gotta say, I think I’ve come a long way.

This is one of my favorite OCs from the Sailor Moon verse: Princess Nyxena aka Sailor Nemesis. Older sister of Princess Selenity, wielder of the Kurozuishou (before the Black Moon Clan got their mitts on it), and Guardian of Judgment. She’s the one that hands down sentencing whenever divine law of the cosmos is broken.

Who knows? Maybe this’ll reignite my passion for an old fic.

6 notes • Posted 2021-02-18 01:03:48 GMT

With the release of Sailor Moon: Eternal, I got bit by the ol' otaku senshi bug and decided to give my gals a face lift. Meet the Lost Guardians! Sailor Nemesis - Princess Nyxena of Nemesis, Soldier of Righteous Vengeance, daughter of Queen Selenity and eldest princess of the Silver Millennium Sailor Kallisto - Soldier of the Hunt and Deputy of Princess Jupiter's Moon, Kallisto Sailor Salacia - Soldier of Prophecy and Deputy of Princess Neptune's Moon, Triton Sailor Caelum - Soldier of Storms and Deputy of Uranus' Moon, Miranda Sailor Arachne - Soldier of Weaving and Deputy of Pluto's Moon, Charon As mentioned in a previous pic I drew (which I'm thinking of redoing cause perfectionist), Nyxena/Nemesis was given the planet Nemesis to rule and act as judge and arbiter of cosmic strife within the Milky Way. Of course she needs her own bodyguards, those who can pinpoint and fetch any criminals and bring them before the court, and since the Planetary Princesses were already taken by her little sister, she looked for potential candidates on their moons. Nemesis loves her girls and they work great as a team. Salacia predicts/scries for the criminal, Kallisto hunts them down and chases them into Arachne's trap, and Caelum delivers the knockout punch before hauling them back to Nemesis. Their story's one of my faves and who knows, maybe when I'm done playing in the World of Warcraft sandbox, I'll come back to Sailor Moon. We’ll have to see :D

8 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 22:48:55 GMT

So you say you're open to lewd asks but you don't accept anons... Bold of you to assume people are bold enough to ask lewd questions out of anon... xD

Oh dang, I didn’t even notice I had that turned off, haha.

9 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 19:44:44 GMT

I’m back again with more civvie drawings! This is Angelene Marris, also known as Lena. She’s 17, she’s a romantic goth, gets mugged by the future, and will easily get lost in her own house because of all the different paths she sees. This is my first time drawing a gothic fashion style, so it’s really simple, but I think it suits her paler color palette.

And of course her Guardian form, Sailor Salacia, Soldier of Prophecy.

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the-crows-typist · 4 years

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I'm very very sorry for my neglect of the rules last time. I hope I do it right now. May I please request a ficlet with Cater and a fem! Reader with the word 'Haircut' Thank you very much in advance 💞💞💞

I enjoyed writing this story so much that I have decided to make a two-parter for this request. With the consent of the requester, of course! Part 2 will be ready soon!

CW: Emotional abuse and Manipulation, a trait to expect from Mother Gothel.

The Possibilities are Endless

“Hold on tight, we’re going for a ride!”

Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine…

Cater knew the words of the incantation all by heart at this point, he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander as she continues to sing and absentmindedly hum the tune. Her mother, the old lady, the benefactor, the parasite hummed in delight as the power of the healing song coursed through her as she held the long flowing and glowing hair against her wrinkling skin, revitalizing it and reversing time.

Heal what has been hurt, change the Fates’ design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine…

Cater hated her, she was a parasite seeping them both of their future, their freedom. His frown was deep as he waited, waited for the moment he needed to change to a face that would appease Lady Gother and shield the flower and himself from her wrath.

What once was mine.

He needed to put on his mask.

“Very good, my flower.” Mother Gothel smiled, kissing her on the top of her head where her hair met her skin. “It seems that this session has taken more than I thought out of you but…You know what happens when you make mother gets angry, correct?” She nodded her head, lips quivering and almost to the point of tears. Gothel clicked her tongue, holding onto the younger lady’s chin “Come now, don’t cry. You know you’re too old for that. You’re not a little girl anymore.” Cater gripped the side of his pants hearing the singer, his precious friend, whimpering under Gothel’s scrutiny. “Do well to take care of those locks of yours. Mother wouldn’t want her flower to become a waste now, would we?” Cater’s skin prickled at her light laugh as she exited the room and leaving an exhausted singer writhing on the floor.

“See to it that she is well rested before you leave for your supply run.” Gothel glanced over to Cater whose smile was ready and warm, one that she expected to see on him always “You got it,” A vibrant voice from his laps and the clap of his hands. “I’ll make sure to buy lots of veggies for her to eat when I get back.”

“Good.”

She nodded, aura now very different from when she was with the singer. It was cold, haughty, narcissistic, vain. “And no pit stops this time. No gifts. No trinkets. No nothing, understand me?” Her voice was poison to him, like acid eating away at his skin, he hated every second she was near him. “Yes, I understand.”

“Well, as if a lowly thief like yourself would keep his hands to himself, just don’t bring any trouble to the tower or I will know.” She sauntered off, going to the room deep into the tower and into the darkness of an exit only accessible to her. Cater couldn’t use it, sadly, but he had other ways to do so.

“Enjoy the night, Miss Gothel, and good evening.” Cater bowed his head and only lifted it when he heard the door close. His ears, those talented ears of his, picked up the sounds of a lock. A smirk graced his lips, all he needed was a key.

He could make a few arrangements on that.

“Parasite.” Cater whispered the coast was clear and he bolted for her room, pulling her close at the point she burst into tears in his chest and her voice worn from the grueling hours of singing. “She made me sing…” She whispered into her chest. “She made me sing for so long, she got angry at me…My throat hurts, Cater.”

“Hush now, you don’t need to say anything.” His nose pressed to her forehead as he rocked her back and forth. “She’s gone, you’re safe now.” He gently rocked as she singer sobbed into his chest. “She won’t come back. She won’t come back anymore, okay?”

“I’ll go get us some tea, ginger and honey should do the trick.” He pulled away, smiling down at her. His hands coming up to wipe the tears that slid down her face.

“Mm-hmm.”

She sat in the kitchen as Cater got to work, letting the ginger and lemon boil in a pot of water. “I’ll be going to the market soon to get some supplies; you want me to buy you another sketch book? Maybe some new paintbrushes??” He poured the tea into a clay cup and sliding it over to her. “Oh, maybe I should get you something sweet to eat. You liked those honey glazed buns I got for you, right?”

She held onto the cup, letting the steam touch her lips. “I want to go with you.” She said, looking up at him longingly. I don’t want to stay here anymore.” She sets the cup down harshly, spilling the hot tea against her fingers and harming her hands. Cater puts a rag over it quickly, wiping the liquid from her skin. “Be careful, you’ll—“

“I don’t want to sing for her anymore, Cater. I want to leave.” She gripped his hands, squeezing tight. “Please take me with you. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

A hurt expression crossed his face and he looked down. “Flower…I—”

“Anywhere is better than here.” You reasoned. “Please Cater, I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

He bit his lip and closed his eyes, pushing his forehead to here. A small smile graced his otherwise worried expression, this was an order he was happy to comply with.

Anything for her. “Take what you want to take with you. We leave at midnight.”

A clip of a bent needle, a professional kit or a piece of wire, Cater knew how to pry the locks open and he knew how to do it well. Once the lock on the special door was opened, he smiled triumphantly as his flower peaked over to see his handiwork. “I didn’t know mother would pass through here after she’s done. I’ve gotten used to pulling her from the window…”

“You know how secretive the old lady gets. Do you have everything you need? We aren’t coming back here.” She nods her head, holding up her satchel full of things. “I’m ready.” They linked hands and walked down the spiraling staircase to freedom. The singer could not help but hold her chest, palm feeling the quickening beat of her heart.

“Cater?”

“Yes?” His steps slowed to a halt as he looked up at her, his smile was kind under the veil and hat he chose to hide himself with.

“What about my hair?”

He pulls up the bag of ribbons from his side. “Already have it covered.”

The trip down was long and a rush of wind greeted both of them, brushing against Cater’s veil and your long locks of hair. The evening was quiet and the moon high, the creatures of the night soft and mumbling. Once her feet touched the ground, a gas left her lips in surprise. Cater quickly leaned forward, catching her in his arms. The grass was ticklish; the smell of dirt strong, the moon was so much bigger than she realized.

“Take it easy, let yourself adjust.” He knelt down, letting her feel the grass with her fingers and took out the bag of ribbons. “Let’s fix your hair.”

When the he last ribbon was tied, her long hair was in a long braid that reached her ankles and decorated with different colored ribbons; at that moment Cater knew that all those time with his sisters did help after all. He pulled away to adjust his hat, letting the veil fall over his face. The red centerpiece on his chest shined ever so slightly against the moonlight. “There we go.” Holding onto the cloak, the flower looked up at the tower once called home.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” The two joined hands and she walked away from the prison that was once her world.

The forest was vast, the trees so high and the silence of the night very loud. “What is the world like, Cater? Is it colorful??” She asked, jumping over fallen logs and walk on damp soil. “It’s very noisy but…Once you get there, you’ll feel as if you just belong no matter how different you are.” a small clearing was shown to them, a small road of sorts. “What about the ruffians and thugs, o-or the poison ivy and quicksand?”

“Those exist, yeah,” He looked around, clearly waiting for something. “But they’re the least of our problems.” The rumbling of a carriage and Cater took a step back. “Because where we’re going? It’s a paradise.” The carriage came through the clearing quickly and Cater hoisted her into his arms, running for the back.

“Cater, what are you doing?!” She held onto him tightly only for him to blow a hush into her ear “Quiet now flower, be still. This carriage doesn’t stop for a long while.” He quickened his pace to throw her into the back of the carriage, letting her fall into a bundle of soft hay. Cater soon followed after her, parting the hay with a soft chuckle. “How’s that for your first activity outside the tower?”

“You really gotta teach me how to do this!”

“Little steps, flower.” Cater looked on ahead and leaned down. “But for now, let’s keep quiet and get some rest. This is gonna be a long trip.”

#works from the typewriter #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #twst cater diamond x reader #cater x reader #female reader #twst cater

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dennydraws · 4 years

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Hello Summer!

I was really determined to do a little life update post every month but here we are, mid July and I’m behind :D;;;

Please, feel free to skip ye olde Denny rambles if you like, dear reader!

But what’s the occasion to, in fact do a post? Why it’s a whole week off work! Which is now... close to be over. Apparently I hit pretty cold weather and some clouds, no beach for me yet :c The world is still on fire and I do my best to carry on without giving in to scary thoughts (it is way harder than I thought..) So, my week off has been mostly furniture removing, buying new front door, more furniture hunting, gotta order new bedroom today, buying paint and now painting the bedroom, I feel so tired argh XD I hope I won’t get back to work twice more tired now lol

All these repairs of course cause so much dust and I’ve been taking allergy meds which make me feel so, so groggy. What even is art these days? I was so confident about drawing and I barely sketched a few things. Not that I have much room to draw even. Everything is like a huge store house and I barely have any space on my desk >.>;;

(Can you imagine a box more 90s than this!?) Speaking of, in mid of moving things I found my inktober 2018 sketchbook! I had just about 3 prompts to finish :D;; two years later...ahem. I may actually finish it! I want to record a flip through so bad when I’m done cause I loved what I did with the theme to bits! Please look forward to it.. ... hopefully this year?? :D;;; are people even interested in art videos? It’s something I always wanted to get into but... time!!

But wait, there is more! I’m so happy I’m close to finishing another sketchbook, though it’s mostly just my DnD bard drawn 10 or so times there lol, I’m just happy I’ve filled the sketchbook! \o/ and excited that I will start a new one soon... from my pile of new, unopened sketchbooks, ahem... I may have a sketchbook hoarding issues. :D;;;

OKAY SOME ART TALK NOW! So, my friend from Japan brought me more copic markers and I now I better see the divine power these lil juicy things hold. They blend, so, so so so so well and they are so, so, so juicy. I’m trying to use them more but I’m also afraid of spending them too fast, yet compared to the spectrum noir they seem bloated with ink! Not that spectrum noir are bad, no no, but I felt like their ink goes out faster, or maybe I drew a bit more with them? Hmm! Either way I’m in need of burgundy color... XD;

(realizes can’t share latest arty-works due to possible spoilers for my DnD group and I know they lurk here, hmm >->)

A friend also recommended me Steadtler color-erasable pencils and they are very very good, hella cheap too. I was lucky I spot them in a local book store of all places XD It’s so nice sketching with a colored pencil. These are definitely going in my fave tools pouch!

And of course new comic project is taking so much time and energy between everything else. I’m determined to take my time but also try and not lose my spark. I’ve written down chapter 3′s script but yet to sit down and begin sketching the pages. I may do so in the weekend or at least start! Friends’ support and comments help me so much, ty ty !! Reminder you can check chapter 2 here! >> Click <<

FF14 has been a bit of a lull due to lack of updates and I’ve got little inspiration to log and do much ... beyond sit and take truck load of screenshots. But I hope this will change when patch comes! Meanwhile I’ve played a lot of Animal Crossing and now playing SoS: Friends of Mineral Town which is remake of my first Harvest Moon game and boy it’s my childhood right there! I was lucky to be runner up on Marvelous’ fan art contest so I got the game for free! :’D!! I was over the moon happy! I should post my entry later! Can you guess whom my farmer girl is going after?

(You should know by now, my type is short shady merchants!) And this post got long enough. Thank you for reading through! :D I hope you have an amazing day full of inspiration, good news and not a single cloud to rain on your parade!

#Good Morning!#I'm alive!#just buried in boxes and dust

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bittybattybunny · 4 years

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I need more fluff before angst steals the show!!! Of all the food Hattie's shared with him, what is Snatcher's favorite? Do Snatcher and Hattie ever swim together? Has Hattie cried in front of Snatcher (and how did he respond)? Does Hattie enlist Snatcher's help to build the BIGGEST, most impressive sandcastles? Thank you for all the wonderful content for this AU, I'm LOVING IT

Oh don’t worry! It actually takes a bit before we even hit the angst in the au! I just like teasing about it because I’m living for the reactions. The fic is actually like 70% fluff with 25% angst and 5% suffering. There’s just some BIG angst moments that will hit. So don’t worry much when i’m being a lil gremlin with the angst! I just like writing it. (gods if you want angst you should hear what I’ve done to my oc Kai. Poor girl doesn't catch a break)

I just find a bit of angst makes the fluff sweeter.

also im gonna be wordy so---

okay in order!!!

Snatcher’s favorite so far has been the spicy chips she brought him! He loves spicy foods that burn his mouth to hell and back because he’s never got to experience that in the ocean eating raw kill, nor as a prince because they worried for his health (his guard would sneak him snacks sometimes; and even taught him to cook) when he becomes human; she introduces him to hot sauce and he never goes back. Poor Eclipse hates spicy food and he keeps cooking it and its suffering. He adores spicy hot Doritos and flaming hot Cheetos.

Yes all the time! Hattie loves swimming with him as he will let her rest on him when she gets tired. he also takes her to places most people cant get to because the sharks and such prevent entry! He scares sharks away just by swimming near them so he’s the best safety! He helps her find lots of cool seashells and such and even cleans them out if they have something living in it still! He even eventually helps her mother get used to the water so all three of them go swimming! (well, Hattie will swim with Snatcher, Eclipse kinda just, hangs onto him afraid of sinking.)

She has! A few times. Actually I was just writing a scene with her crying with him but that relates to a big angst so I won’t share that.

But she’s cried from falling on the dock, he freaked out and had to check her over. He did his best to wipe her tears however he was covered in salt water and made it worse. She wound up laughing in the end from his frantic attempts to comfort. She’s also cried when she was lonely as her mother had to stay at the doctor’s longer than normal and he wrapped around her until she fell asleep. When he’s able to be human again, she’s cried during thunderstorms, and he lets her curl up with him. This isn’t for a number of chapters still obvs since it’s human snatcher but have some dadtcher:

“I already did!” She beamed, running over in game to show him. Her mother’s blue and grey house was surrounded by black roses. “I put black ones for now. But I really want to get blue roses someday.” She grinned ear to ear, gasping and dropping her controller as the lights went out with lightning. She crawled into the poor man’s lap pulling the blanket close.

“It’s just a storm.” He said but, he kept his voice low and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close, “It will pass. You’re mom will come home, we’ll all go for a swim or something.”

“Can i just. Stay here for a little bit?” She whimpered as she clung to his shirt. She buried her head under his chin, tears on her eyes, “Please, snatcher?”

He sighed, “Well, Clearly I’m not throwing you outside.” He got up, holding her, “God, how does your mother swing you around without breaking a sweat all the time?” He groaned. Carrying her to the kitchen, “Does Eclipse keep candles around?”

Hattie shook her head from in the blanket, holding fast, “Mom doesn’t like fire.”

He stared at her, “She doesn’t like fire. She hates water. Does your mother like anything other than you and raw meat?” He sighed, “Then is there some.. Other power lights? Something without the main lights?”

“I think we have flashlights in the closet.” She recalled, “But mom keeps them with her work gear mostly.”

Giving a curt nod, he made way to the closet setting her down so he could rummage. Ropes. Climbing Gear. Shovels. Was that tnt? He stopped and turned to the blanket claude girl squinting, “Kid I didn’t ask because it’s never been on my head. What. DOES your mother do exactly?”

She clung to him as thunder snapped and shook her head, “Mom’s a dog trainer!” She beamed through her tears, “She helps train service dogs and police dogs!” She grinned.

He held up the, what he assumed was an explosive casing, “You don’t need a bomb for a dog. I don’t think?” He paused, he wasn’t even sure. He never trained a dog. They didn’t even really do that when he was a human. Well hunting dogs. But that was a family thing.

“It could be stuff from when she and Grampa DJ go out.” She thought on it, she had the blanket half over Snatcher as he felt through the closet, “They go off on adventures and come back all dirty, but I like when they do, because mom won’t have to work for a long time and I can hang out with her! Sometimes she brings me cool stuff.”

“That so?” they must be doing something dangerous, feeling in the dark he looked to the child, “So what’s a flashlight look like?”

“It’s the little thing I keep on my shoulder when I’m diving.” She stated.

“Got it.” He felt around finding it and handing it to her, “Okay do the magic.”

Taking the flashlight she clicked it on right into his eyes, illuminating the gold colors. He hissed, revealing his fangs and covered his face with his hands, “KID!” He growled.

“Sorry!” she aimed it away and used a hand to hold his shirt, “Can we go back to the couch…”

Rubbing his poor eyes, he got up holding her hand. Walking past the dead tv, he grabbed her switch from the dock, and picked up her discarded controller.He set them on the side table before grabbing her and falling back on the couch with her on his lap.

“I’m playing now.” He stated, putting the controllers on the main console. He set off on the island, to mainly fix Hattie’s flower power.

She rested against his chest, holding the light so it was aimed at the ceiling bouncing it off the white walls, “I worked hard.” The rain pittered outside as her voice trailed off. Soon enough as he kept one arm around her, the other focused on the game, she fell asleep. He sighed and pulled the blanket over her more. he gave her head a light kiss as he held her close. Thunder rolling outside.

It’s more like she builds the biggest impressive sand castles on him. he’ll just be napping on the beach and she’ll start piling sand on his chest and then he’s stuck there because he doesn’t want to ruin her hard work!

Ahhh thank you!!!! I’m really enjoying creating the content!!!! It’s been a while since i actually had this much fun just. doing this kinda thing. I don’t think I’ve really been this excited and worked up since gods i think when i first create Bells and Whistles (it used to be a fancomic for Summer wars, but I wound up pulling it away and it’s all it’s own standalone. I’m planning to tackle that after I finish Little Contractor and The Moon Guardian and the Lost Prince)

Like seriously this had been keeping me sane while I try not to panic at work everyday. Gotta love being super prone to panic attacks...

But it’s been a blast, plus I’m able to do something I love that I’m not super confident in! (I’m pretty shy about my writing; but everyone's been so nice and it’s uplifting and makes me want to write more)

Also it’s like really good for me art wise. I’ve gotten way better at posing and hands and such with all the sketches I do (plus the comic I’m doing for Eclipse and Snatcher) it’s so much fun!!!

Also i love reading comments and tags.

Yes im reading every tag you guys add. all of them.

Sorry i got a little wordy--! :’3c

#anon #the little contractor ask #not art #should i tag snatcher and hattie since the ficlet??#fan fiction #the little contractor #word vomits all over this poor ask #but hope that helsp your fluff!!!#also for teh record this is actually the chapter snatcher learns eclipse isnt human

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Can you recommend some high school AU frerard or Ray/Mikey fics? :3 thank u

Hi Nonny!

I'm going to make seperate lists for this again. Can't promise the second one will be ready by tomorrow but I'll try ;)

I'm not a big reader of High School AUs, so the second half are fics that looked promising on AO3!

Frank/Gerard High School AUs

In Repair by autoschediastic, 33k, Explicit. "Shit," Frank mutters, and shoves both hands through his hair. He looks around the kitchen like he's gonna find what he should do scratched into the old linoleum, then looks back at the bot. He gnaws on his lip. Fuck it. He already knows what he's gonna do. He's just gotta do it. Getting down on his knees, he braces a hand on the edge of the crate and leans over the bot. It's dressed in a plain white tee and matching drawstring pants like an escaped mental patient. Frank rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, shaking the ache out of them before carefully laying his palm against its cheek. He's pretty sure his voice is steady when he says, "Activate." Nothing happens. Fucking shitty packaging-- the thing's busted. But Frank keeps his hand where it is, jumping a little when he feels the surge of energy beneath it. The robot's skin goes from room temperature to lukewarm, then warm. Frank watches it open its eyes, the light behind them adjusting until they're a pale sort of brown. It looks at him and asks, "Am I dead?"

Get Naked (I Got a Plan) by autoschediastic, 11k, Explicit. Frank slides his hand all the way up to where Gerard's arm and tentacles fuse at his armpit. The difference between the feel of one beneath his palm and the other is literally the stuff his dreams are made of. His wet dreams.

A State Of Orange by gala_apples, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard, 20k, Explicit. Being a halfling in a red state can sometimes cause issues for Frank Iero. He’s the weakest at Jett Clement High School, and probably the entire state (not counting the meal plans). His moods are oddly stable, as much as he tries to be mercurial. And being able to withstand the sun for up to twenty minutes only allows him more time to be forced into chores. Still, his parents are insane if they think he’s going to be happy about their decision. Frank doesn’t want to move to a Mixed state. How is he supposed to get great friends? How is he supposed to find great food? How is he supposed to have great sex? But Frank doesn’t have a choice. He’s New Jersey bound for the next year, if not longer. He’ll be surrounded by tame vampires who have been nagged out of a sex drive, and humans he’s not allowed to eat. Mixed states suck. Lucky for him, not every person in Jersey sucks.

The Truth Is I'm On My Way by samanthahirr, 6k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank's been drawing on himself since elementary school, up under his sleeves and pant legs where his teachers and classmates won't see; he knows how to color inside the lines. He doesn't need Gerard to do it for him. (A high school AU.)

You Only Hear the Music When Your Heart Begins to Break by Solarcat, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank has high school figured out. His mom has given up arguing about the amount of time he spends in Gerard's basement, and he doesn't actually care if people think it's weird that he and Gerard hold hands in the hallways and go to the bathroom together. The only thing Frank cares about is figuring out why Gerard's suddenly avoiding him -- because what's the point of losing your virginity on Prom Night if you can't tell your best friend about it in the morning?

Smokeless Flame of Fire by tabulaxrasa, 21k, Mature. Frank blinked. "What kind of name for a genie is Gerard?"

to the midnight land by akamine_chan, 24k, Explicit. Being a teenager is hard. Being a Blooded teenager, one with a connection to the Moon and his fur-self, is even worse. He's got to contend with his own hormones, high school, and the fact that he's in love with his best friend. Luckily, Frankie's got the determination to see things through. He's got family, friends, and a community of shifters to lean on, and he's not going to give up. Frankie's not patient, but he's stubborn when he knows what he wants. And he wants Gerard.

Thing-Thing by sinsense, 43k, NC-17. When Gerard signed the admissions paperwork for the Fordhaven School for Boys, he knew he was signing up for four years of sexual frustration. No one was gay at Fordhaven. Gerard was all-too-aware that he would be a virgin until he graduated. In his senior year, though, this stupid gay freshman disproves Fordhaven's straightness, and throws Gerard's entire world off-kilter. Now, in between drawing, avoiding bullies, running an incredibly serious tabletop RP game, failing out of math, and hanging out with friends, Gerard is also busy kind of falling for this asshole who's way too young for him. It's not what he planned on, but it's what's happening. In conclusion: high school sucks.

You'll Always Feel This Way by wakingup, 14k, Not Rated. It's Frank's birthday and he's gonna A) get drunk B) hit on Gerard C) get laid. Yeah, it's definitely going to work out like that. (Spoiler alert: it might not be that easy)

Nothing Comes as Easy as You by rivers_bend, 9k, Explicit. "Um, I've heard, you know, around, that like, there are guys who can get off three times without stopping. And I was, I mean—" god he sounds like a fucking idiot. "Have you ever heard of that?"

Church of Hot Addiction by spleenjournal, 0nlymemories, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Mikey, 36k, Adult. When Gerard Way gets transferred to Our Lady of Peace in Arlington a few weeks into his Senior year, he thinks it's his chance to be cool. Too bad his idea of "cool" is no cooler than it was in 3rd grade, even if there aren't any green tights. (AU of the INO AU, more or less.)

The Marching Band AU by frankiesin, many pairings in a bunch of different works, 150k, General Audiences, Teen And Up Audiences, Mature, Explicit. A bunch of gay teens are in a band and do dumb things while in high school. There will be a lot of pairings, each part can be read without reading the others, and the series is in chronological order.

We're all Okay by rivers_bend, 28k, Explicit. A story in which Frank is not a stalker, Gerard is not a psycho, and Mikeyway is nobody’s boyfriend.

Where Did The Party Go by frenchpirate (Whiskey_n_speed), 16k, Mature. The one where Frank get's a new and nocturnal neighbor, Gerard throws a Halloween party that turns out far from what was expected, Pete wakes up on a strangers couch and Mikey really doesn't want any serenades (but that doesn't mean he isn't getting any).

Miss Congeniality by melusina, 11k, Mature. Gerard pretends to be a girl, Frank and Gerard discover email and Mikey’s good advice goes unheeded.

honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us by orphan_account, 17k, Explicit. You should have raised a baby girl / I should have been a better son. (the unholy union of a high school au and a gender feel)

SKETCH by frnklyiero, 77k, Teen And Up Audiences. "You having a problem with drawing straight?" "I'm having a problem with being straight." Gerard Way happened to be the most fascinating sight in school to Frank Iero perhaps besides Jamia Nestor. Every little detail of his perfect features made Frank itch to sketch them. There are just a few problems: 1) Gerard is probably straight as a ruler, 2) Jamia isn't thrilled that her boyfriend may or may not have been secretly doodling Gerard in his notebook, 3) No matter how much Frank practices, his Gerard sketches still look like eggplants with creepy faces on them.

Save Me (From My Self Destruction) by cyanidepurified, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank and Gerard are best friends, both are unaware that they're in love with each other. When Frank discovers Gerard's secret, will he be able to save his best friend?

Speeding in a School Zone by 1001cranes, languisity, 16k, Teen And Up Audiences. High school AU where Frank and Gerard are awkward, Pete is romantically confused, Patrick owns, and Bob is a ninja. Pete, the first time we met you proposed to me. I don’t think your heterosexuality was ever all that secure.

The Chasing of Moons by Helena_Hathaway, 110k, Explicit. The biggest dilemma in all of this is that Frank slept with his future husband. Now Frank’s just got to make sure that the future with him stays intact, but it’s not so easy when present day Gerard seems to hate his guts.

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville by FedeLove96, 11k, Explicit. Frank Iero was a junior when he fell in love with Gerard Way, but their love story was just at the beginning.

A Case of Unknown Identity by Helena_Hathaway, 44k, Explicit. Frerard High School AU. Frank is a teenager with only a few friends, one of whom is a charismatic guy who is just like Frank. He might even be falling for the guy, but the only problem is that he’s just a username on a website without a face or a name. The guy goes by 'Watchman' and he’s perfect in Frank’s eyes, he doesn’t even need to meet him to know he’s amazing. Frank also deals with bullies which makes it hard for him to hold onto friends, but things start to become better after he befriends the antisocial kid Mikey, and realizes that Watchman might just go to his school. Watchman might also know a little more about Frank than he’s letting on.

But The Pages Are All Torn and Frayed by blindlyseeking (orphan_account), 55k, Mature. Basically, this is based off of the music video for “I’m Not Okay” and it also includes (but is not limited to) gratuitous mentions of a drunken fascination with a lamp, one evil lacrosse team, two breakdowns in a bathroom, grandmothers with green hair, a couple bruises, and a whole lot of revenge. Enjoy!

#fic rec list #frank/gerard #frerard #high school au #alternate universe

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starrychat · 6 years

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shooting star — ml fanfic

SHOOTING STAR // available on ao3

She climbs to his room every night and every night, they live in a world known to them only. They have always been best friends, two sides of the same coin, two halves of the same soul. There had never been any ambiguity between them. So when things start to go downhill, why does looking into his deep green eyes hurt so much? // childhood friends AU

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CHAPTER ONE - PROLOGUE

Her lips curled into a smile as her needle pierced the light fabric. It had been a while since she'd worked with chiffon but when her mom gifted her seven meters of this gorgeous baby blue material, she knew she had to do something with it. And Marinette had to admit, she was quite proud of herself. Sure, the dress was not even halfway done and sure, that seam was a little wonky and would need some restitching; but she was amazed everytime a sketch quickly scribbled onto the corner of a notebook could come to life under her clumsy fingers. And this dress was coming beautifully.

The needle danced in her hands as Marinette started humming a song that had been stuck in her head all-day. It kept playing at the café and even though she had never heard it before, she was pretty sure she knew all the lyrics by heart now. It had been a long busy day at the coffeeshop and she was glad to be home, away from the never-ending stress of tripping on her own feet and spilling hot tea and creamy cheesecake onto clients. If only she was not this gauche when doing anything else other than sewing.

But well, she was a disaster when it came to handling things. All sort of things.

Marinette knew her boss had accepted her only because she could bake delicious pastries. Certainly not because of her skill with handling breakable things. Remembering her first day at the café a few months ago still made her cringe. She spent way too much time apologizing and sweeping shards of glasses instead of actually serving people. It was a good thing she actually grew up in a bakery, helping around whenever she was needed. Her dad had been the most wonderful teacher. She could melt people's heart with some flour, some butter, some eggs and a whip.

A yawn interrupted her work and she glanced at the clock. "Oh shoot," she sighed, "it's already eleven."

Pinning the piece of fabric she was working on onto the mannequin, she got up and stretched her arms and yawned even louder.

Marinette undid the short ponytail that kept her hair secure everytime she was sewing, letting her bob cut free. She had always had short hair and it had taken her until the last year of lycée to finally decide to let go of the childish pigtails. She still liked them very much but honestly, she just grew tired of Alya teasing her constantly about it. She had cut the strands of midnight hair a little shorter now, just below her chin. Just long enough to tie it but short enough it did not bother her.

After quickly discarding her skirt and shirt and slipping into her more comfortable old pyjamas, Marinette put on her favorite pair of sneakers. Not the most fashionable outfit she had worn to leave the house. But, hey, she stopped caring about that a long time ago when it came to that. She grabbed a bag and stuffed it with things littering her desk, and then threw it onto her shoulder. Turning off all the lights in the room except for the one on her bedside, she climbed through her window onto her balcony.

Marinette breathed in the fresh air of the night. The moon was still low in the sky on this autumnal night. Even though she was more of a day kinda girl, she still appreciated the calm that fell onto her neighborhood once the sun was nowhere to be seen. She just knew she'd appreciate it a lot more if Paris' pollution did not hide the sparkling stars.

"Alright!" Marinette exclaimed. She had been doing that for several years now, but she still felt that weird tangling sensation in her chest everytime. As if she were still a child doing something forbidden, a secret only she knew about.

She tip-toed and grabbed the border of the roof, pulling herself up. When she was smaller —well, she is still fairly small but when she was smaller—, she had to put a chair on the balcony for the sole purpose of leaving it. She knew that, being the clumsing mess she is, wandering the roofs of Paris at night was not a fantastic idea. She couldn't help but think that one day she'll slip and fall and die. Well, she certainly hoped not but even Marinette could admit her tendency to get herself in trouble unwillingly.

Crossing her fingers he'd be there, she dropped onto a nearby balcony with a loud 'thump'.

When Marinette saw the light through the large sliding glass door, the biggest of smiles broke onto her face. The excitement pulsing in her veins doubled.

Entering the room quietly, she took a few steps and paused. Here he was, at his desk, playing some videogame she did not recognize. His back was turned on her and all she could see was messy blond hair. She could hear the music his headphones were playing and rolled her eyes. How many times had she told him to lower that? That boy did not know how to take care of himself she swore. If he ended up deaf, at least she could tell him 'Told you so!'

Marinette opened her bag, and, finally finding what she was looking for, she tossed a big pack of candies on his desk. It landed just before him. Loudly.

Nevertheless, she was very happy when he jumped. He quickly removed his headphones and turned around. When his vibrant green (and visibly annoyed) eyes found her, he sighed.

"I— Fuck Mari, you scared the shit out of me." Adrien did not seem impress at all.

She let out a giggle. "Come on Adrien, I haven't seen you in over a week and that's how you greet me?"

"You're hopeless, you know that?" He shook his head with desperation but Marinette saw the small smile painting his lips. He had to be at least as ecstatic to see her that she was.

Putting his controler down, but not before pausing his game, he raised one eyebrow at Mari's outfit who just shrugged. "Well, yeah," she hummed, "that's why you love me, isn't it?"

Adrien sighed once again, dramatically this time, making Marinette laugh. She had always loved teasing him, ever since they met. He was her best friend after all, the one who put up with her on an almost daily-basis. He made awful puns, she was insufferable; that's just the way they were. But they were a match made in heaven —in more than ten years of friendship and counting, they never had a single serious dispute.

Honestly, Marinette could never have asked for a more perfect friend than Adrien: she was pretty sure he was the nicest, funniest guy in the whole world. Seeing him always brought a smile on her face. He was the only one to know how she felt at any given time, the only one to know how to dry her tears and make her laugh even in the worsts of times.

"You gotta stop doing that you know." He opened the pack of candies, marshmallows, and happily bit into one (a pink one, he always ate the pink ones first).

"Doing what?"

"Barging into my room without warning me."

"Oh that." Marinette flashed him her white teeth. "What's the fun in that?"

He tossed a marshmallow to Marinette, who caught it as she plopped onto his couch. "It could be really awkward, you know." He bit into another pink one. Gosh, he loved Haribo's marshmallows so much. "For the both of us."

"I've already seen your butt that time you got out of the shower, remember? What could be more awkward than that, eh?" She recalled that afternoon very well. Adrien's face had been almost as red as it was right now. (She refused to admit hers had been even redder.)

And red he was. He felt all the blood rush to his cheeks, in the way only Marinette knew how to make him blush. That had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. As if he could forget. That was around the time he had this silly crush on her —a silly, silly crush— and the adrenaline pump the scene had given him was more than what he needed in a month.

"Th- That's exactly why you should at least send me a text, Mari." Adrien stammered. He was still glowing a pretty scarlet color and he knew that Marinette loved every single bit of it.

She rolled her eyes and caught another candy he threw her way, with as much speed he could give to a flying marshmallow, in the hope it hit her in the face. It didn't.

Marinette blew him a kiss. He pushed it away with a flick of his hand.

"So, Agreste," he hated when she called him that, "how was Toulouse?" she asked, blinking her almond-shaped blue eyes with genuine curiosity.

She had really missed him, even if he had only been gone for a week. It was surprising how she had grown so dependant of him over the years. She knew Adrien was a model and a really busy one at that, but she could not help wanting him to stay here, available all the time. Not even Alya could fill the empty space he left in her everytime he was far away and too busy to answer her texts.

"Nice." he answered truthfully.

Marinette grumbled. "Urgh— I've never been there! Give me some details!"

Adrien happily obliged. Their relationship had always been simple, without any ambiguity. They could chat all night, every night and always have new things to say. Words came so easily between them, nothing was too taboo to say. Adrien had always been a reserved person, the last one to talk about how he felt and how he thought. But Mari's bubbly personnality always knew how to make him open up. So they talked. About Toulouse, about Marinette's ridiculous teddybear-patterned pyjamas, about that new game he had discovered, about work and fashion and life. They talked for dozens and dozens of minutes, happy to just be with each other.

He had moved to the couch somehow during their conversation, facing Marinette from the other side of it. The marshmallows were long gone, the empty pack on the floor a sad testimony of their common sweet tooth.

Marinette yawned once again and giggled when that made the blond yawn as well. She was feeling really sleepy right now but she did not want to leave the comfort of Adrien's room, which had become a little bit her room as well now. She craved his presence after a week of not seeing him and no sleepy eyes and exhausted body will take that from her.

"High School Musical?" she asked, pulling the dvd from her bag, already knowing the answer. They both knew very well it was one of their guilty pleasures, the kind you don't tell publicly. And they would most certainly not tell a soul that they both knew every line of dialogue by heart — and that Adrien could make a very honorable Troy Bolton impression.

"Hell yes." Adrien grinned. He stood up and grabbed a thick blanket lying not far away, before coming back to the couch, the blanket in one hand and his laptop in the other one. No sooner had he sat that Marinette came next to him, snuggling against his warm torso under the blanket. A fond smile painted his lips and he adjusted his position so that she would be more comfortable.

He set the film going and soon enough, Marinette's breathing steadied and she closed her eyes. She felt home.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #fanfiction #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #adrinette #neighbors au #childhood friends au #my writing #shooting star #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng

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winterbaby89 · 7 years

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As Destiny Has Its Eyes on You Chapter 13/?

Summary:

Princess Emma Swan of Misthaven has been prophesied as the Savior since before her birth. Now with the help of a Lieutenant from her past she is going to take her destiny into her own hands, to defeat the Evil Queen.

A/N:

This story is inspired by ’Destiny has its eyes on you’ by the lovely @seriouslyhooked (EmilyBea on FF), my chapters 1-4 are based on her chapters 1&2 (with her blessing).

@ilovemesomekillianjones has graciously agreed to be my beta on this entire project, her works can also be found on: AO3, and FF.

This story is rated ‘M’.

AO3 FF.net Prologue/Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13

A Week Later

With Arendelle in sight, Killian is needed at the helm. Emma opts to stay in the cabin, to stay out of sight and rest. Still a half hour from shore, she hears a knock on the door. Curious who it could be, because Killian would have just walked in, she gets up to answer it, finding Pip on the other side.

“Afternoon Mistress, apologies for bothering you here, but I haven’t seen you on deck today, and I’d like to ask a favor, if I may.”

Emma moves to the side of the door, and gestures for him to enter. “Certainly Pip, please come in. What can I help you with?” Emma can tell that Pip has imprinted off Killian, because he has adopted his signature nervous tick. She smiles to herself as she moves to sit back down on the window seat, Pip following closely behind.

“Well, I was hoping to ask for your help… to write a letter to Miss Melanie.” Before Emma can say a word, Pip continues on, “You see, when I was growing up, there was never anyone around who took the time to teach me anything. That is before the Captain took me on, of course. And out here on a ship, well writing was never a high priority.”

Emma reaches out a comforting hand to Pip’s shoulder to stop his rambling, and with a smile on her face she agrees to write out what he wishes to say to Miss Melanie. She grabs a pen and parchment, then proceeds to draft what Pip dictates, all the while he’s blushing profusely. As Emma is sealing up the letter, Killian comes in to let her know that they have docked, and they have the all clear to disembark.

At Killian’s words Emma grabs her cloak, she fastens it at her throat and pulls up her hood so as not to attract any unwanted attention during the trek to the castle. As they are leaving the comfort of the ship, Killian wraps one of his arms around her protectively, keeping her close as they traverse the busy coastal town to head towards the castle.

They only walk for a short time before the ice like castle looms ahead of them. It is light in color but intense with the many dagger sharp icicle shaped crenelations that adorn the ancient palace.

“We’re here,” Emma tells Killian. “The tome I seek is located in the Kingdom of Arendelle’s archives.”

“Emma! Emma, is that you?” an overly chipper voice asks. A voice Emma would recognize anywhere.

“Anna! How are you?” Emma asks as the redhead barrels into her wrapping her in a fierce hug.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re here! Elsa will be so excited! Why didn’t you tell us you were coming, we would’ve had a celebration!” Anna jabbers.

“Well that would be one of the reasons I didn’t tell you,” Emma deadpans.

“Party pooper,” Anna pouts. She notices Killian at that moment, and her brilliant smile is back in place and she is rapid firing questions at Emma once more.

“Anna… Anna,” Emma says a little louder, trying to speak over her excitable friend.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” Anna says before taking two deep breaths and closing her eyes for a moment.

“What is she doing, love?” Killian asks Emma. This girl is positively loony, he thinks.

“She is trying to focus herself, so she can calm down, and slow down,” Anna answers for Emma, narrowing her eyes at Killian’s scrutiny.

“Apologies, lass, no offense meant,” Killian tells her genuinely.

Anna smiles again and shoves her hand in Killian’s direction. “I’m Anna. Emma and I have been friends since we were children. I tend to get excited, and you can multiply that by a thousand when I see someone special, someone I haven’t seen in several years.”

Killian gently takes Lady Anna’s hand, and is surprised at her firm grasp and strong handshake. This is no ordinary lass, he thinks, although being a friend of Emma’s, why would she be.

“A pleasure to meet you milady, Killian Jones at your service,” he tells her while sketching a bow.

Emma has been watching their exchange, marveling at Anna’s exuberance, and Killian’s ability to charm anyone.

Anna giggles like a young girl despite just having shaken his hand like a soldier. “Wait! The Killian Jones? The Killian Jones that Emma mooned over and yearned for, for like ever?”

Rolling her eyes, Emma realizes that she is joining the conversation just a moment too late. Killian will surely be boasting later about this tidbit that Anna has let slip. “Anna! Seriously?” Emma chastises her friend.

“Sorry,” Anna says, realizing just how embarrassing her statement might be for Emma, especially right in front of her gentleman friend.

Emma softens, then links her arm through Anna’s while reaching her left hand toward Killian. “Let’s go see Elsa?”

“Oh, my, I forgot! I was on my way to see Kristoff. Well, I suppose I can take you to see Elsa, then go and see him, and then I’ll come back and-”

“Ok,” Emma cuts her off, “that sounds wonderful.” She starts to pull Anna toward the castle, and tugs on Killian’s hand to follow them.

Anna peers around Emma to see her holding Killian’s hand, then looks back to Emma and narrows her eyes. “So, just how well do you two know each other?” Anna whispers.

Killian chuckles on the other side of Emma because Anna whispers much the same way she does everything else… overzealously.

“Subtle, Anna,” Emma laughs. She looks to Killian with a questioning eyebrow.

“Of course, my love,” he tells Emma, knowing what she is silently asking. “I would shout it from every rooftop, and will do so if given the chance.” He brings their joined hands to his lips and places a kiss just above her ring.

Anna gasps when she sees the ring on Emma’s finger. “Emma!” she squeals.

Emma can tell Anna is having a hard time not jumping up and down, and takes pity on the girl, unlinking their arms, and gesturing with a lazy wave of her hand. “Go ahead.” That is all she has to say and Anna is literally jumping up and down in a circle with her hands clasped together as if rejoicing.

Anna stops as suddenly as she started, “Okay, it’s out of my system.” Relinking her arm with Emma’s the group starts toward the palace again. Passing the guards unscathed because of Anna’s presence, they make good time to the family’s private library where Anna said they would find Elsa. As soon as the grand doors have been closed behind them Anna calls out in a sing-songy chirp, “Elsa! You’re never going to believe who I found outside.”

“What are you talking abou-” Elsa cuts off at the sight of Emma, as she rounds the end of the bookshelf she had been perusing. Letting out a shriek that would make a banshee proud, Elsa is across the room and hugging Emma in the blink of an eye. “Oh my god, Emma! What are you doing here? We got a letter a few weeks back from your parents, asking if we’d seen you. You have them worried sick. What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you.”

Emma disentangles herself from Elsa’s vice like hug. She tries to get this sister to focus, and stop the questions, just like she had with Anna. “Elsa. Elsa. ELS!”

“What?”

“Let a girl breathe would you?”

“Oh! Sorry. It’s just been so long since I’ve seen you, I’ve missed my best friend. And since your parents’ letter, I’ve been worried about you too.” Elsa finally seems to realize that Killian is there too. “Who’s this then?” Elsa asks quirking a curious brow in his direction.

“Elsa, this is Killian Jones. Killian, this is my best friend Queen Elsa.” Emma gives Elsa a pointed look, screaming, yes THAT Killian, with hope that Elsa would understand, and not blurt out anything embarrassing like Anna already had.

“Oh!” Elsa gives Killian an appraising look as he extends his hand for her to shake.

Giving Emma a look of approval, as she addresses Killian, she shakes his proffered hand. “Well, this is an unexpected turn of events, within unexpected circumstances, but it is a pleasure to finally put a face to the name. Welcome to Arendelle, Killian. Are you playing protector for our dear Emma?”

“Thank you Queen Elsa, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance as well. And, it’s... something like that, your majesty.”

“Call me Elsa, please, I get enough of ‘your majesty’, and ‘your highness’ from everyone else.”

Anna is still standing next to Emma, bouncing on the heels of her feet, when she pipes up, “Emma, tell her. Tell her. Tell her. Tell her. You gotta tell her, she’s going to want to know. Tell her.”

Elsa has a rather quizzical and slightly concerned expression on her face as she looks back and forth between the three people standing in front of her.

“What’s going on Emma? What is Anna practically bursting at the seams about now?” Emma tamps down her frustration at the well meaning, but overexcited princess, and lets out an exasperated sigh before reaching for Elsa’s hand, addressing her oldest friend.

“Well, Els, it is kinda complicated… Killian vowed to help me and protect me when I approached him about accompanying me on my quest. He also vowed so much more when we became husband and wife.” There is silence as Elsa processes what her dearest and oldest friend has just told her.

“Married? My best friend got married, and didn’t invite me?”

Emma reacts immediately wanting to smooth away the hurt in her friend’s voice. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want you there Els, we were on Killian’s ship, in the middle of the ocean, my parents don’t even know. But we are hoping that once mom and dad find out they will be happy, and you know mom will make us do a “proper” royal wedding, and I want you there for that.”

“I guess I can understand that Em, but I swear if you get married again and I don’t get an invite, you are going to forget what summer is.”

Emma laughs at her friend’s icy threat that literally holds no heat. “That’s fair, but unnecessary Els, I wouldn’t dream of getting married without you there.” Emma sends a reassuring smile over her shoulder to Killian before continuing. “But, the main reason I’m here is because I need access to the archives. I need the Tome of Displacement.”

“What is this quest you’re pursuing Em? Anything you need and it is yours, you know that,” Elsa tells her friend. “Come, let me take you to the archives.” Killian catches Emma’s arm as she turns to follow Elsa to the archives, whispering low so only Emma can hear him.

“Will you be okay here with your friends for a while my love? I have some business I need to attend to, before we depart.”

“Oh.” Emma is slightly crestfallen that Killian needs to leave, but grateful for the time she’ll have with her best friend. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, I’ll have Elsa here with me. Go do what you need to do, and meet me back here?”

“Yes, Killian. I will make sure no harm comes to her while you’re away, and I insist the two of you stay as my guests for the evening as well. Queen’s orders.” Elsa just smirks at Killian’s blank stare in response to her demand that they stay the night.

“Well I should be going, Kristoff is probably wondering where I am. I’ll be back in time for dinner, I’ll even bring Kristoff with me.” Anna waves as she walks out the doors, still talking.

Emma wraps Killian in a hug whispering how much she loves him into his neck before pulling back to give him a scorching kiss, only breaking apart when they hear a slightly uncomfortable cough come from Elsa.

“I love you Emma, more than I can express. I shall return before dinner is served. I know you’ll find the tome you are searching for.” He leans back in and gives Emma a much more chaste kiss before heading towards the door. “It was a pleasure to meet you Elsa, and thank you for the gracious invite into your home for the evening.”

“I assure you, it is the least I can do for my best friend and her new husband. We’ll see you at dinner Killian.” With Elsa’s words, Killian exits the library.

Once the door has shut behind Killian, Elsa walks back to Emma looping her arm through Emma’s and giving her a bemused look before speaking what is on her mind. “So, I haven’t heard word one from you in a few months, and here you are in my home, on some secret mission, with a husband in tow… you know you’re going to have to spill, right?”

“I know Els, how about I fill you in on what I can, on our walk to the archives?”

“I think I can deal with that princess. So spill.”

Emma fills Elsa in on all the pertinent details that she can, leaving out the part about the baby, wanting to discuss it with Killian before informing anyone else, even Anna and Elsa. They spend the next few hours searching through the thousands of volumes lining the shelves, as well as admiring the sheer amount of magical knowledge and artifacts within the cavernous room. After looking through many a wondrous book on types of magic she hadn’t even been aware existed, Emma eventually finds the Tome of Displacement.

The two friends catch up on everything they’ve missed out on in each others’ lives that were just too complicated to write out in their letters to each other. When they realize it is almost time for dinner to be served they decide to head back up to the family dining room to await everyone’s return. After another twenty minutes of sitting and chatting Anna and Kristoff arrive and join Emma and Elsa. As the servants start bringing out the dishes of heavenly smelling food, Emma starts to seriously worry that Killian has not made it back to the castle yet. Mentioning this concern to Elsa, she can tell that her friend isn’t as concerned as she is, but promises Emma that if he has not made his appearance by the time their meal is finished she will have some of the royal guards go out in search of him, and station a couple of men to watch over the Jolly Roger.

Emma doesn’t eat much, only picking at her food as her uneasiness eats away at her and her appetite. By the conclusion of their meal, Emma’s nerves are shot. Elsa does as promised dispatching a few regiments of men to scour the city top to bottom. Anna ushers Emma off to her suite for the evening, insisting she needs her rest, and promises to notify her immediately if they receive any news. Knowing when she is being pacified Emma doesn’t try putting up any more of a fight, especially since her first insistence of searching for him herself fell upon deaf ears. She also realizes that she needs to take care of herself for their baby’s sake. She resigns herself to getting ready for bed, and crawling into the much too large bed, she wonders if sleep will even come without Killian’s arms to hold her safely.

The nightmares return.

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Chapter Fourteen

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aeternum.

Bellamy x Raven: reincarnation / immortal au

Word count: 2, 290 words.

Description: Bellamy Blake has been alive for longer than he’d care to admit. When he refused to side with a God in a petty disagreement, the God decided to curse him with immortality. When the war resulting from the petty disagreement reaches Bellamy’s front step, the immortality benefits him but kills the love of his life. Now, thousands of years later, he’s doing his best to blend. That is, until the love of his life finds him once more. But that’s impossible, right?

Chapter 5.

Bellamy’s first love was the moon.

He knew this now, even as an adult. She was so full, so bright and showered everything in the deepest blue. It was hard not to fall in love with her, especially when his mother spoke of Selene. He imagined her not as the pale woman with dark hair most of his people painted, but as the tan, dark eyed woman he had fallen in love with in adulthood.

To him, Raven was his moon. She was high in the sky, bathing him in blue, guiding him through the dark. He had never known the darkness of a moonless night until she had died and now—

Well now, his sky was nothing but light and he could see every star. But the darkness was there, pulsing around his light and threatening to swallow him whole.

He let out a deep sigh, tipping his head back against the brick border around his windowsill he was perched upon. The sounds of the city were beneath him, foot swinging out six stories up as he watched people meander the streets in silence. Raven was asleep on her stomach, breathing gently, back rising and falling. Before he had woken up, he knew he had never slept so peacefully. She filled his sheets with the smell of vanilla and jasmine and her tongue tasted like the cheap wine he bought from the liquor store on the corner. The cigarette in his left hand signed his fingers and he hissed, dropping it over the edge of the window and watching the light at the end fade as it hurdled to the ground. He stood up and made his way to his nightstand, pulling another out of the pack and placing it between his lips.

“Bell?”

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he turned his attention to Raven, who had awoken in cold and confusion at the lack of a presence next to her. “I’m here.” He whispered in the dark, and she turned around, squinting her eyes until they adjusted in the low light.

“What’re you doin’ baby?” Her voice was raspy, and it pulled him in like an undertow.

“Just needed a smoke,”

“Those things’ll kill ya,”

He let out a snort of a laugh. “Sure.”

“Bellamy, I’m serious. You should quick.”

“There’s worse things than a cigarette, Raven.”

“You’re gonna destroy your body. You wanna be cancer riddled before you even have grandchildren? You—I don’t even know why we’re fighting about this. Just come back to bed.” She laid back down and he sat back on the windowsill, staring out into the night towards the horizon. “Bellamy.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Fine.” Raven pulled herself out of bed and he was quick on his feet, going to her side and gently urging her back onto the mattress. “Let me up.”

“You can’t move around too much, Rae. You got released from the hospital three days ago.”

“I want you here, in bed with me. You won’t come to bed, so I’m coming to you.”

“Sit.”

“Let me go, Bellamy.”

“Rave—”

“Let me go!” She yelled, and he locked onto the tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. “I can do this, I can walk. Let me do it. I can do it.”

“I never said you couldn’t Rae,” He said softly. “Raven, I don’t doubt your capabilities, I just think you need time to heal.”

“I don’t—I don’t wanna be coddled. I don’t want to be babied. I wanna—I’m gonna be okay. I have a shop I need to run, this isn’t gonna kill me.”

“Of course not, Raven.” Bellamy pulled her into a hug and she began sobbing into his chest, not lifting her head until his shirt became soaked with her tears. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

She lifted her head, and the dark brown in her eyes were indigo stars in the moonlight. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Bellamy smiled. “You were born.” It made her laugh, and he was thankful for that. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He reached behind him, grabbing the back of the collar of his shirt and tugging it over his head. He tossed it into his hamper in the corner of the room and helped Raven under the covers before sliding in behind her and enclosing himself around her form. Face buried in a seat of coffee-colored locks, he let himself drown in her.

Morning came gold and light, and he was surprised to wake up alone. He came out of his bedroom to find Raven settled on the couch, knee deep in a Netflix series and eating out of a bag of chips.

“Raven, it’s eight o’clock in the morning, why are you eating hot Cheetos? Where did you even get hot Cheetos?”

“Miller dropped some off before heading to the shop.” She explained. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” He snatched the bag from her grip and she whined, giving him a frown. “I’m cooking you a real breakfast.”

“Breakfast burritos?”

“I got…” He opened his fridge. “Eggs and coffee—and hot sauce.”

“I’ll take it.”

He wanted to say something about her getting around on her own, but decided against it. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I mean…after um…” She sighed. “Listen, Bell, I’m sorry for yelling at you last night, I just…it was a rough night. I’m not used to be useless, is all.”

He shut the fridge door, pressing the start button on his dingy coffee maker before going to her side. “You’re not useless, Raven. You’re a little banged up. It’s gonna be okay.” Leaning down, he caught her lips in a gentle kiss. “And if I hear somethin’ like that leave those pretty lips again, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Maybe I wanna have a problem,”

“Don’t try to distract me. Plus, you’re injured. You’re gonna have to wait a little while for me to rock your world, Reyes.”

“Oh, we’re gettin’ cocky now, are we?” She teased and Bellamy chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way back to the kitchen to get some eggs started up. “I’m not spoiling you on anything, am I?” She asked, lifting the remote to resume her program.

“Oh, no. I’ve seen Daredevil like four times. Shit never gets old.”

“That hallway scene though,”

“Damn right that hallway scene.”

The quiet that settled between them was calming, and Bellamy couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy while sitting in silence with someone. He passed Raven a plate of buttered toast, two fried eggs and a hot cup of coffee before lowering himself into the couch next to her.

“Thanks, babe.” She grinned, patting his thigh. Bellamy slid his fork through the eggs, flooding the ceramic with yolk so he could dip his bread in it. “I wanted to ask you something,” She said suddenly, clicking pause on the remote when Bellamy was in mid-bite. He nodded for her to continue, and Raven let out a long sigh. “I feel guilty about being here. Eating your food, watching your TV, showering, all—y’know, using your resources and I can’t—I mean, I can give you money.”

“Raven,”

“No, wait—I just, I have a proposition. Stop your payments on the bike. It’s fixed. Okay? That’s it. We’re even—plus, I’m gonna take you to dinner because I’ve never, no one has ever selflessly just dropped everything to take care of me and I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

Bellamy slid his hand onto the side of her head, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “You’re an incredible woman, Raven Reyes. I want to see you succeed. I want to see you live. That’s all I ever wanted. But hey, I’m not gonna deny a free meal and a repair job.” He grinned. “Thank you.”

Once he finished eating, he reached behind him to the end table pressed against the back of his couch to find Raven’s medications. “Here, you gotta have two of these after breakfast.” He tapped out the two small white pills into her palm and watched her douse them back with her coffee. “When’s your next appointment?”

“Three weeks, the twenty-seventh.” Raven answered absentmindedly, staring at the television screen while hugging her warm mug. The bruises around her face were fading into green and yellow tones, making little galaxies on the high points of her features.

Knocking at his front door caused both of their heads to whip towards it. Bellamy pulled himself to his feet and went to answer it, a sigh leaving his lips at the sight of the person on the other side.

“Lexa, you have a key.”

“And you have a girlfriend now. So I’m knocking.”

She pushed passed him and into the room, and Raven sat up. “Raven, this is Lexa. Lexa, Raven,”

“Hi,” Raven answered, glancing over to Bellamy as he shut the door behind him.

“I need to talk to Bellamy for a second.” Lexa announced, pulling the man into his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same question,”

“When you told me it was Raven, I just thought you found some girl that looked like Raven but that’s—that’s Raven,” She said in a hushed whisper. Bellamy only had one thing to remember Raven by, a drawing done by a very talented artist he had commissioned of her body after death. She looked so peaceful. He had shown it to Lexa many years later, after a many painstaking years of keeping it preserved. “I saw you leave the hospital together and—”

“Stop following me.”

“Okay this time I wasn’t even following you. Clarke and I were on a date. We walked to a café across the street from the hospital after she got off from work.”

Bellamy turned his back on her, moving aside a box in his closet to reveal a safe door in the wall. He clocked in his pass code and pulled a leather-bound book from its confines. Page 38 contained the same sketch, two-thousand years old. Recreated over and over again through time, but the image never losing its lines. Raven.

Remember her face, always—it stated on the bottom of the page in his own writing, the ‘s’ in ‘always’ smudged slightly from a tear that had slid off his cheek during its writing.

“I’m afraid of what this means.” Lexa revealed. “I’m afraid for you, Bellamy. What if he’s testing us?”

“Who? The god that cursed us? He doesn’t give a shit about us, Lex. He doesn’t care. He’s probably forgotten about us.” He scoffed. “I have another chance with my wife. I’m gonna take it. It’s probably—I don’t know. I don’t know shit about spirituality or the afterlife but history is bound to repeat itself, right? Maybe this is the case. Maybe it…repeated, and I got another chance.”

Lexa pressed her lips together, attempting to stare him into submission. “Be careful.” She urged.

He nodded, tucking the book away again and locking up the safe. “That’s the love of my life, Lexa. I’m not gonna lose her again.”

The petite woman nodded, moving past him and opening up the door. “Nice meeting you, Raven.” She said calmly, before exiting the apartment.

“Unrequited love?” Raven questioned.

“No, she uh—she’s my old roommate. We’re really close. She’s like my sister.” He ran his hands over his chin, feeling the rough stubble, dry skin.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. She uh, she started dating this girl she’s been obsessing over for the last month or so. She just wanted to talk about it.” He smirked. “She’s funny.”

“Bellamy?”

“Hm?”

“What are you lying to me about?”

His heart thudded into his stomach. “Ly-Lying? I’m not lying to you about anything, Rae. She came over to talk about her.”

“Bell, your walls are paper thin. I heard my name. What are you lying to me about?”

He crossed the room and took a seat next to her, a comforting hand on her thigh. “Lexa’s protective. She just…wanted to know I was okay. She doesn’t want me to get hurt. That’s all, Raven, I promise.” She stared into his eyes for a brief moment, and then turned away. Lie after lie after lie. They were getting easier to tell, and Bellamy was worried that one day they’d become a part of him.

“Okay.” She whispered. “Don’t lie to me, Bellamy. I’m not stupid.”

“You’re not.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“That’s your best friend. I understand. Just wish I heard about her before she came over unannounced.” Raven shrugged. “Maybe we can double date.”

“Sounds good.” He nodded. “I’m gonna go run some errands. You gonna be okay for an hour or so?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Bellamy bent over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to the top of Raven’s head. She leaned her head back and met his lips, giving him a smile. “Be safe.”

“Will do, Rae. See you soon.”

#blayesnetwork #braven fic #rellamy fic #aeternum #the 100 fic #braven #rellamy #immortal au

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aeristhefallen · 7 years

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Chapter 3

I am so sorry that this update has taken so long. So much has been going on that I simply don't have enough time in the day. However I hope to get not only this one but the rest of my stories update. So enjoy! Chapter 3

Mid October was wonderfully mild in peach creek. This led Edd, and Mona to have most of their sessions on the hill overlooking the cul-de-sac, since it became quickly apparent that Mona had trouble concentrating in doors. "Dee you need to relax, we have all year." Mona mumbled absently as she focused on the list of ideas she was currently compiling for their art project. Edd slid a mildly annoyed look at the girl who had decided to use him as a back rest while he laid in the grass on his stomach. Over the last month and a half, the genius had grown used to the girl's habit of intiating physical contact and had even grown to enjoy it. What he had not grown accustomed too was not having an assignment completed within a week of it being assigned. " I understand that Mona but I can't help the persistant feeling of not having any and all assignments completed as soon as possible. I think our art teacher hates me." The girl chuckled as he sighed and tapped his ear with her pencil. "Your just irritated because she decided that we all had to have assigned themes and certain guide line for our projects." Edd released a snort. Two weeks into school Ms, Ramirez had informed the class in her grateingly cheerful voice that they all not only had to pull a random theme, but they had to feature multiple characters and had to have a minimum of four pieces. "While I am still perturbed with Ms, Ramirez just springing that on her unsuspecting students and I find her overly enthusiastic attitude grating to the nerves, I am not comfortable being completely out of my element. Not only do I lack artistic ability, I am not overly thrilled with our theme." Mona grinned as she continued writing. "What? Is 'Intense romantic passion' not something you would enjoy portraying?" Edd turned red and buried his face in the grass causing the girl to strain to hear his mumbling. "I have no experience with anything resembling that level of emotional attachment." A soft laughter caused the Raven haired male to role over and sit up so he could glare at his companion. At his look the girl quieted but continued to smile. "I don't mean to laugh but it's kind of adorable how you appoach things so analytically and things like emotions confuse you." Edd tried to ignore his blush at her comment and grumbled. Mona checked the time on her phone and began to put her stuff away. "Do you have plans tonight?" The boy shrugged. "Eddy expects me at the holloween dance but I don't really wanna go." "Then don't, did you say you would go?" Edd shook his head. " Well no, but Eddy fully expects me to be there." Mona stood up and grabbed her bag. "That's on him, if you want you can come to the ink party Kevin and I are throwing in his garage. Nothing big just a few of us from the Cul-da-sac." Edd felt a strange pulling in his gut at the thought of how much time Mona and kevin had been spending together but he couldn't decide if it was positive or negative, so naturally he ignored in favor of his curiosity. "What pray tell, is an ink party?" Mona grabbed her bag and through the boy a wink. " Come by at 7 and find out." _______________________________________________________________ The clock struck seven as Edd continued to pace back and forth, battling with indecision. He wanted to go see Mona, and though he would never admit it, he wanted to go see kevin. but despite his curiosity he was mildly frightened of what an ink party could be. He knew Mona was into the more intense and less socially approved side of life and he had found that he had tried many new things since spending time with the wild child. At 7:15 curiosity won and with shaking knees Edd headed across the street to kevins. There was a soft glow and a strange buzzing sound coming from behind the garage door signaling that the party was already underway. The genius swallowed and knocked on the side door, still arguing with himself. Rolf answered the door and with a loud laugh dragged the other boy inside. "It is good to see you to-smart-for-his-own-good Edboy!" Edd smiled and opened his mouth to reply when he spotted the cause of the strange buzzing. Needless to say he was surprise. "Nicola Tesla be with me! IS THAT A TATTOO GUN!?!?!" Mona glanced up from Kevin's shoulder and grinned "Dee! you made it! and yes it is, excellent observation." Edd rolled her eyes at her sarcasm and sat on one of the several lawn chairs set up in the room. "You do know underage tattooing is illegal yes?" Kevin snorted. "Relax dude, she only inks people in the Cul-Da-Sac and anyone who squeals knows that payback Will be swift." Edd quirked an eyebrow at the fierceness of Kevin's tone. He would almost be convinced that it was because Kevin didn't want to get in trouble, however the light pink that blossomed in Mona's cheeks and the soft smile she had as she ducked her head closer to her work signaled that something else was at play. The feeling was back again as he observed them, both as individuals and as a pair. Still he could not place what it was, so instead he turned and intiated a conversation with Rolf on pleasures of farm life. Two hours later Mona leaned back and shut off the machine. After cleaning up the excess ink, she handed Kevin a Mirror and leaned against his bare back. "How does it look good sir?" The red head nodded in approval before walking Rolf out and Edd couldn't help but agree. two classically colored koi seemed to dance together down Kevin's upper right arm as ocean blue roses entangled the two. "Wow Mona, I am extremely impressed." Edd stated as he got up to get a closer look. Mona smiled and quirked a brow. " Would you like one? I promise I am very clean." Edd choked on the soda he was drinking from and gave the girl a slightly panicked look. Mother and Father would be furious! I couldn't possibly." Mona continued to smile as she continued to perch on her stool, her tools lined up neatly on the table beside her. "Is that your only reason? If so I can put it where they won't ever see it. hell as covere as you keep yourself I could tat your entire back and no one but me would know." "And me." Kevin stated as he re-entered the room and leaned sprawled out on the couch. "Sweet! Is Dee getting some ink too?" Mona looked at Edd expectantly, waiting for him to answer. Edd began mumbling to himself as he calculated the gains versus the risks. " W, well. I have always been interested in the ancient art of tattooing, Ah, and I would love the experience....But what if someone were to see? We could get in a lot of trouble!" Mona laughed and stood from her perch. "They won't trust me." Edd squeaked in panc as the girl began removing her clothing. "Mona! What in heaven's name are you doing?" "Making a point." Edd looked at kevin for help but the red head only winked and through the genus a thumbs up causing him to blush further. Edd turned back to face Mona but lost his words of discouragment as he stared at the now revealed flesh. "Oh...My" A branch of cherry blossoms crept its way up Mona's side while a butterfly with the word 'Hope' and a tribal design resided on her left arm. A sickle moon and black star was inked into her right forearm and a winged heart was nestled on her upper left thigh. "They are beautiful, but I fail to see the point." Kevin snickered as Mona redressed and sat back on her stool. "They point is Dee, you only know about her ink because she wanted to show you. Hiding tats ain't that hard." The genius pondering the other boy's words before stealing his nerves. "Why not, lets go for it." Mona grinned. "Sweet, what and where Love?" Edd shrugged. " Why not really go for it? Do a back piece." Kevin looked at the brunette in surprise. " Are you sure? Thats a big commitment." Edd thought to himself for a bit more before nodding firmly, a look of determination flooding his face. "I'm sure, if I'm gonna put myself through this experience than I should do so with gusto. Mona clapped her hands with glee and began cleaning her gun and replacing needles. " Excellent, do you know what you want or is it dealers choice?" Edd paused then shrugged. " I'll allow you to mke the decision, I am confidant enough in your knowledge of me not to choose some obscene." The girl grinned and patted the seat in front of her. " Awesome, take off your shirt and pop a squat." THe genius blanched. "What?" Kevin sighed "Dude, you gotta take off your shirt so she can reach your back. We ain't gonna molest ya." Edd rose a brow at the red head's choice of words then shrugged it off as a slip. Mona gave a sound of a appreciation as he removed his upper clothes and sat down. " Dude how come you hide the fact you work out?" Edd tensed. "How do you know that?" Mona shrugged as she began free hand sketching her design. "I'm a tattoo artist, understanding the curves in the human form is what I do. You might not be bulky but underneath you have ample amount of muscle." Edd blushed not only at her words but at her probing touch. "We, well. I was tired of having to have Ed or eddy defend me all the time but anytime I tried to get in shape and people knew they would make fun of me. So I do light weight training at night in my room and I swim in the lake three times a week." The brunette looked up and locked eyes with kevin. The red head had a look of intensity as he stared at the other male. Edd couldn't decipher what such a look would mean, only that it filled him with sensations that were not unpleasant. The low purr of the gun caught Edd's attention and his nerves tingled in anticipation. "I have to warn you Edd..." Mona muttered as she leaned over his back. " After this you might be addicted." And then she began.

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