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Title: Save a Mobius, Ride a Loki Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Loki, Rick & Morty Pairing/character: Loki & Mobius, Rick & Morty Rating: FRM Summary: “Mobius, no!!” Notes: This is a continuation of The Great Loki and something that’s been stuck in my head since before Loki premiered I’ve been dying to write, so I have. Knowledge of Rick & Morty is helpful, but not required. This story has adult content, language, and violence. For length, etc, there’s a Read More:

Loki scans the desert, wary he’s ended up where he began; where the TVA first collected him. The whinnying of horses on the wind and outline of an American frontier town in the distance indicates this is unlikely, which is a relief. He takes a few steps, then stops and turns back. “What are you doing?”

Mobius sighs as he fusses with the TemPad. “Trying to figure out when and where we are.” He stumbles through the sand as he attempts to keep up with the god’s long strides. “There’s something wrong with the specs, the settings maybe…” Then a thought blooms in the back of his mind, compels him to ask. “You didn’t do anything to it, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Loki…” It’s gentle warning, reminder. The TVA isn’t done with him, he’ll not simply let Loki wander off.

The tone, implication of it, offends. “I didn’t do anything to your blasted device!” He storms off with his own suspicion and settles under a Joshua tree to examine the gun he lifted from the old man.

Mobius plops beside him, undoing tie as the god shifts to share the shade. “I’m sorry I accused, it’s just…” He’s Loki.

Loki ignores in favor of moving on. “I think the portal gun moves across time and space. We’re in another dimension entirely, see?” He shows the tiny dials, settings, on the device. “Your TemPad won’t work, because it doesn’t exist here.”

If the TemPad doesn’t exist, then reason stands that the TVA doesn’t either and the thought is mind-blowing - terrifying and exciting both. Mobius lived his life with the understanding that the TVA, the Time-Keepers, existed everywhere and (in a way) at every time, and yet...He examines the gun for himself, then hands it back. “I suppose that makes sense.”

“Enough exposition for the readers then?”

“I guess so, I mean, we don’t want to bog them down in the...”

“Talky talky talky.” They say in unison.

“So...how do we figure out where we are then?”

“I’ve a thought.” Loki gets up, starts in the direction of the town, with Mobius quick to catch up. As they carry on he waves hand to change their clothing according to what he suspects will be most appropriate.

“Did you just change my clothes?”

“Of course, how else did you expect us to fit in?”

“No, it’s nice…” The agent looks over the dark shirt, cowboy boots, before taking off the hat to examine. “Impressive...Just...why am I all in black?”

“Because I’m in white.”

“Yeah...But why are you in white and then, you know, I’m in black?”

“Maybe I want to change things up? Think that’s possible? ” It’s said sarcastically, but Loki himself isn’t sure it’s not true.

Mobius smiles. “If anyone could do it, it’d be you.”

When they arrive the god scans the rough wood buildings, the rougher looking citizens that stroll and spit in the streets, with growing smile. This is a place he can enjoy, regardless of where or when it is. Eyes follow a woman in threadbare silk, breasts nearly out, before they find the double-gun holster of her companion.

"What you grinnin’ at, Saddle-Bum?” When Loki laughs the man grows enraged, pulls his gun.

Mobius curses and scrambles as chaos breaks out, just managing to push the woman out of the way of the gunfire. He tucks them behind a pile of barrels that spill liquor as bullets fly. “Stay down.” As the dust settles he glances out. “Loki?” He’s not cross, only worried.

The god only smiles, triumphant over the local bleeding out on his back. “Ah, there you are, Mobius!” That’s a relief.

The woman begins to scream. “Oh my god! You shot the sheriff!!”

“But I did not shoot the deputy.” Loki tips his hat with a grin.

He should be angry, scared, but Mobius isn’t. Heart pounds not with fear, but at the possibilities. It’s one thing to study Loki, to interview and interact with him under controlled circumstances, but this is something entirely different. They’re off the proverbial reservation. This is a wild Loki and it’s thrilling. “This is crazy…” The corners of his lips lift in spite of himself as men drag the body away. “Lucky no one liked that sheriff.”

“Funny how often that happens.” Loki chuckles. “Shall we find a room then?”

“Two.”

“Mobius, really, I thought you would know better. If two beings are in this sort of scenario, there will only be one room and one bed available.”

"Come on, you really think the...powers that be are gonna pull that old trope out?”

Loki only chuckles as he swings saloon doors wide and cheers. “Your new sheriff is here!” The gunslingers, prospectors, and whores all turn and stare. Just stare. The god drops hands to hips, but smile remains. “Tough crowd.” He huffs his laugh, carries on to the bar. “May we have two glasses of your finest and two rooms please?”

“Sorry, just got the one available.”

“On, come on, really?” The agent is incredulous. “Did Loki put you up to this?”

The bartend and proprietor smirks. “You want the room or not?”

“The one room will do just fine, thank you,” Loki smiles out before grabbing the whole bottle rather than poured glass and heading towards a cards game. “Are you coming or not?”

It takes a moment to realize the saloon owner had no expectation of getting paid now, that Mobius was free to go to the table if he wished. He did and he did, settling beside Loki. “You know how to play this game?”

“I know how to play many games, from many different lands. Do you know how to play?”

“I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.” Not more than a few hands later he’s nearly all the pot to himself.

The god is thoroughly impressed. “You lied.” He smiles.

“Ahhh, what is a lie, anyway?” Mobius smiles back. “Just a...” He shrugs. “Reinterpretation of the truth.”

“You get that from your space lizard employers?”

“Nope.” He sets another winning hand on the table. “I got that from you.”

“Yer a cheat,” a player grumbles. “A liar and a cheat.” Mobius prepares to defend himself when the player turns to Loki. “And a lousy sheriff.” The god only laughs before the man grabs his wrist, digs into Loki’s jacket pocket, and pulls out an ace.

Guns cock in the men’s direction; one sighs, the other grins madly.

“Loki, you weren’t even winning!” Mobius decries.

“Well I would have been, if you weren’t so good!”

“Oh, so this is my fault?”

“Not completely.”

“Not remotely!” The two men begin to devolve themselves into a shouting match, talking over each other as they plot an escape. “Are you ready?!”

“As I’ll ever be!”

“Good!”

“Great!”

Loki blasts the poker player holding his wrist along with two other gunslingers while Mobius socks the man beside him in the nose. It quickly escalates, spreads across the saloon like a tornado that draws in all manner of people around it. Chairs and bullets and glasses fly through the air. Mirrors and tables shatter, people scream, and through it all the god revels...and so does the agent. Until, that is, another gun fires from outside...Fast, futuristic, and deadly so both man and god hit the floor lest they get hit.

“I know you’re in there you portal gun stealing fuckers!” Rick rages from within his ship. It isn’t simply that they took his gun - they weren’t the first and he’d many - it was that he hadn’t discovered the theft soon enough. It was the hit to his ego. “Come out here now and maybe, maybe, I won’t squanch your ass!”

“Jesus, Rick, relax.” Morty doesn’t know why he bothers as his grandfather turns to berate him instead.

Loki pops up, begins to pull magic into his hands as Mobius braces on overturned table to stand. “Hide in the rafters”

“The rafters?” Mobius looks up as Loki forms him an armored vest as precaution. “Are you kidding me? What in our history together makes you think I’m capable of something like that?”

“Then hide elsewhere, just let me handle the old man.” Loki gives overconfident wink.

Mobius sighs...This is it, this is how he dies… “I’ve a better idea.” He storms past Loki, strolls out into the street where the other two are still arguing in their ship.

“Mobius no!” Loki gives chase.

As you can see, Loki’s got no trouble slipping into new, chaotic, worlds and having a blast while Mobius takes a bit longer to find his footing - this may change as Mobius continues to travel and finds his own way of making things work. Because the rascals couldn’t manage to finish their cowboy tale in one go, there will be at least one more piece in this Wild West world...Hope y’all don’t mind, haha! (”Saddle-Bum” is an old west phrase meaning drifter.)

All gifs made found on Google, combined by me, credit goes to whoever their OG makers are!

Those who may read: @holykryptonitekitten @lady-crowned-with-stars @ultrarebelheart @chibiyanai @dreamsofapiratelife @biiskuitx @delightfulheartdream @antoniostarshadow13 @mobiusbmobius@zippythewondersquirrel ...If you wish to be tagged in future pieces, please let me know!

#loki #loki series #rick and morty #crossover #fanfiction #mobius #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mobius m mobius #loki x mobius #rick sanchez #morty smith #time variance authority #tva loki #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #cowboy au #my writing #not my gif

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timetravelassasin · 2 years

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Makeover!

Summary: You ask Kenma to help dye your hair and paint your nails.

A/N: Hello my lovelies here is a Kenma fix for you. I hope you like it.

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You woke up from feeling someone running their fingers over your nose softly. A chuckle escaped your lips as the person ran their fingers down your cheeks, over your lips and soon under your chin.

“Y/N wake up,” a soft voice said, softly pressing their lips to your nose.

“Hm, Morning,” you answered, snuggling closer to them.

“I made breakfast,” he said, moving your hair behind your ear.

“Kenma, you are the best,” you smiled, finally waking up.

You looked up to find him staring at you. His golden eyes sparkled as he looked you over. It took a while for your to finally get out of bed and a lot of sweet words. You walked into the kitchen with Kenma to find the breakfast set up on the counter.

“This looks really good,” you smiled.

“What do you have planned today,” he asked.

“I was gonna see if you would like to help me dye my hair and paint my nails,” you answered, taking a bite of the fluffy pancakes.

“Sure, I actually wanted to redye my hair,” he said, eating his food.

After breakfast the two of you got ready to head out and buy the stuff you would need to dye your hair and care products. He ended up taking you to one of his usual stores for hair products.

“Have you decided on a color,” he asked as the two of you walked down the aisle.

“I was thinking of doing Y/F/C,” you answered, looking at the different shades.

“Alright, then we will need bleach to make it stick out,” he said.

The two of you ended up walking out of the store with two bags full of stuff. He even bought a nail polish that he liked and wanted for you.

“I made apple pie bites yesterday that we can eat while doing our hair,” you said, walking into the house.

“Change into something ugly and won’t wear,” he said, setting the bag on the coffee table.

“Haha alright I will be back in a bit,” you chuckled heading to your room.

It didn’t take you long to find a shirt you really didn’t mind getting hair dye on. Kenma had changed as well and was sitting on the floor mixing up the dyes and looking at the instructions.

“I will help do yours first since it will take the longest,” he said, patting the seat next to him.

He slipped on the gloves and started to split your hair into pieces. He ran his fingers thru your hair and applied the bleach on your hair. Once he had every part of your hair covered, he slipped off the gloves and tossed them in the trash.

“Alright, now my turn. Here is the dye and gloves,” he said, handing you the gloves and dye.

He turned around and let his hair down. You applied the dye to each piece of hair and made sure to get every spec of it. It took you less time to do his hair since he was only touching up some of it.

“Alright, all done,” you said, taking the gloves off and tossing them away.

“Now, your nails,” he said, grabbing your hand.

“Wait let me set the timer for this,” you said, grabbing your phone.

After the timer was set to the specific time you gave him your hand. You watched as he carefully applied the cute nail polish to each nail. His tongue popped out of his lips as he concentrated on your nails. He looked so adorable painting your nails that you couldn’t help but press a soft kiss on his exposed forehead.

“Ah, all done. I thought this color would look perfect on you,” he said, looking up at you.

He had bought some cat nail art stickers and placed some on some of the nails before adding a clear coat on top. When he had learned about nail art, he really wanted to do something nice on your nails.

“I still can’t believe you added cat stickers on them,” you chuckled, right as the timer went off on your phone.

“Alright, time to wash your hair,” he said, getting up and helping you stand up.

The two of you made your way to the bathroom and started the shower. He took off the wraps on your hair before taking his off. You unhooked the shower head and started to rinse out your hair. Kenma helped rinse out the areas you could not see. Once your hair was free of the bleach, he rinsed his out.

“You need to blow dry it now so the color will stick to it,” he said, grabbing the blow dryer and drying your hair.

After drying your hair, the two of you made your way back to the living room and sat down once again. Kenma applied the color to your hair and started to split the pieces up. He made sure to get every piece of hair and used up the entire bottle.

“I will set the timer,” he said, grabbing your phone.

You turned to the TV and watched the movie he had playing while doing your hair. He fed you apple pie bites and ate some as well. After the timer had gone off, he helped you rinse and dry your hair.

“Make sure to put this in your hair after you shower every single time. It will help to keep the color in place as well as keep it from getting split ends,” he said, grabbing a product and mixing it with your hair.

“Oh, this feels good and smells nice,” you smiled.

“I use it every single time. Don’t tell Kuroo or else he is going to steal it,” he said.

“I won’t. You did an amazing job Kenma,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” he said.

The next day everyone complimented you on your hair and nails and asked where you had gotten them done at. When you told them your boyfriend did it they all got jealous.

#TimeTravelAssasin Fics #Kozume Kenma #hq kenma #kenma kozume x reader #Kenma Kozume

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multifandomrandomgirl · 3 years

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Ise Prefer You As a Boy -Newsies part 4

"I like likes you too." I grab his wrist so that he can't walk away from me.

"Youse just saying that." Albert grumbles. I glare at him before leaning forward and kissing him on the lips before pulling right back.

"I'm just saying am I?" I raise my eyebrow. "Freckles," Albert whispers. "Yes?" I whisper back. "I, Ise liked that." He smiles. "Ise liked that too." I grin.

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Later that day, Albert and I walk into Jacobi's and Albert takes the last chair. I sit down on the floor before moving into a lying position. "Comfy down there?" Finch laughs. "Yep!"

"You are strange, Freckles." Elmer giggles. Davey frowns down at me before handing me a water. "Thanks Mum!" I smile at him. "I'm not your mother." Davey sighs. "You're as good as." I put my water on the ground and hug Davey.

I go back over to my water and gulp it all down. I hiccup. "Freckles has the hiccups!" Smalls teases. "No I -hic- don't -hic-" I glare. "Aww, is someone grumpy?" Albert smirks. I shoot him my death glare.

"Aw, she's trying to threaten us? That's so cute!" Buttons ruffles my hair. "Bullies." I pout. "Awww." Sniper sticks his tongue out.

I go back to lying on the floor, trying to ignore all the boys who were laughing at me. "I hate you all." I roll my eyes. I feel a body lie down next to me and wrap their arms around my waist and kiss me on the cheek.

"Get off of her." I hear Albert growl. "Why?" It's Race behind me, I feel his breath against me neck as he kisses me again. "Racetrack, get off of her." I squirm, Albert comes over a tears Race away from me. "Thank you." I whisper to Albert.

"Albert, why are youse so protective of Freckles?" Specs raises an eyebrow at the redhead. "Uh, no reason." Albert flushes a bright shade of red. "Aw, I thinks he likes her." Romeo pokes Albert in the face.

Albert rolls his eyes and shoves the boys away from him before storming out of the deli. I stand up and glare at them all, darting out after Albert. "Albert?" I shout, running down the street. "Albert?" I scream louder.

I made my way back to the Lodging house to see if he'd gone there. I enter the building, making my way over to Albert's bed. It's empty. He must have gone elsewhere, but where? I don't know where Albert would usually go. I lay on his bed, holding his pillow to my chest. "Why did he run off?" I sigh. I get he was upset over the boys teasing him, but, urgh.

I think I must have fallen asleep clutching Albert's pillow as I woke up to a certain redhead laying next to me, head resting on his hat. I carefully get up, as to not wake him nor any other Newsie, I gently lift his head and put down the pillow before darting off to my own bed, burying myself under my covers.

"How come youse moved?" I hear a voice behind me, I jump slightly and turn to see Albert. "Jeez, Albie. That was scary." I giggle quietly. "Sorry. Youse didn't answer my question?" He sits next to me. "Ise took your pillow and your bed space." I shrug. "Ise don't mind Freckles." Albert lifts my blanket up and wriggles under it before wrapping and arm around me and kissing my forehead.

"Freckles, Ise shoulda planned this, but uh, do youse wanna be my goil for proper?" Albert whispers. "Ise would love to be your goil." I whisper back. He kisses my cheek. "Now none of the other boys can flirt with you." Albert murmurs. "Don't worry about them, Ise only like you." I close my eyes.

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"Awwwwww." I open my eyes to see Jojo looking down at Albert and I. I turn around and bury my head into Albert's chest. "Morning honey." Albert says groggily. "Morning." I reply. "GUYS!" Jojo yells. A bunch of boys come stumbling over to my bed, pushing and tripping over one another. "What ya all starin' at?" Albert groans before gently kissing me on the lips.

"AHHHHH, ISE TOLD YOUSE!" Jojo screams. "Shut up, it's too early for that." I throw my arm out of my covers in attempt to hit Jojo gently. "Ow."

"Don't be so dramatic." I roll my eyes, pulling my arm back into my bed and resting it on Albert's chest. "Can we go back ter sleep?" Albert mumbles into my hair. "Ise wish." I sigh, getting up so I can dress before hittin' the streets.

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"Whose you sellin' with today?" Buttons and Albert come running over after buying their papes. "Hmmm, myself." I grin, running out of the circulation gate and down the streets. I find an obsure spot in the Borough where I knew neither of the two Newsies would find me.

I begin to sell off my papes, over exaggerating the headlines again so that I had a better chance of selling more.

"Haha, found you." I feel an arm snake around my waist after a long few hours of selling. The arm spins me around and I find myself face to face with the one and only Albert.

"Albert!" I whine, gigging slightly. "Whaaaat?" He drags out the word to match my tone. "Youse scared me." I say. "Aww, Ise sorry." He kisses my cheek. "Good." I grin, turning around a pressing a kiss to his lips.

#newsies #jojo #davey jacobs #elmer #albert newsies #jack kelly #buttons #racetreack higgins #spot conlon #finch #mush #sniper #tommy boy #hotshot #kid blink

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ohpretty-baby · 4 years

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puff, puff, pass

⇥ pairing: hoseok x reader ; established relationship

⇥ genre: FLUFF, implicit smut, angst if you blink

⇥ synopsis: hoseok just thinks your face is really cute. that’s it. that’s the post.

⇥ warnings: cursing, mentions of ... the sex

⇥ word count: 5.3k

a cute lil hobi fic i started before i got requests! posting it cause school is stressful and writing is how i cope with the fact that school is a thing. also i need to expand my masterlist haha

i’m working on requests still i promise ;)

i know the title seems like it’s not related to the content in any way but i promise it somewhat is. also it made me laugh so i kept it there.

thank you all so much again for 100 followers! i truly am enamored with each one of you.

i’ll be posting a drabble game soon, so be ready!!

enjoy my loves <3

You know how almost everyone has at least one thing that they inexplicably love dearly?

It's something that they can't really understand exactly why they love this thing. They just do. They hold it near and dear to their hearts, and it's always in the back of their minds. For some, it may consume them, causing them to obsess and lose their senses over it. For others, it provides comfort in times of distraught.

For many, it simply reminds you of the beauty of being alive and motivates you to be the best that you can be.

Sometimes it's a movie that one person saw during their childhood. Or maybe it's a certain poem that resonated while they were in love. It could be a stuffed animal, or it could be an actual person, like a parent or a lover.

Whether it be a person, animal, or movie, there is always at least one thing that humans are deeply attached to.

And for Jung Hoseok...

Well, for him, it was your face.

Your adorable, cute little face.

Why, you might ask?

Your face isn't his favorite just because he thinks you're physically attractive. Of course, he thinks you truly are beautiful, inside and out, and he's never gone one day without being stunned from looking at you or just watching you perform simple tasks, like drinking a glass of water.

In fact, Hoseok has never found anyone or anything as beautiful as you in his life.

Some mornings he'll watch you as you sleep peacefully under the covers, the sunlight seeping in through the curtains and glossing your skin. His eyes will trace your features, adoring how you were gorgeous without even trying. He'll notice the corners of your lips curving upwards unconsciously, causing a smile to creep up on his face as he wonders what you were dreaming about.

It's moments like these where Hoseok can't believe it. He cannot simply fathom the fact that you chose to be with him.

Hoseok knows that you simply exude beauty, as he was a constant witness of this fact.

But that wasn’t really the exact reason why Hoseok loved your face so much.

He loves the way your cheeks squish up and slightly cover your eyes when he cups your face in his hands. He loves lightly pinching your cheek whenever you tease him, loves the way your cheeks puff up when you're eating dinner with him at your favorite restaurant. Not to mention, he most definitely loves pecking your cheek whenever you're focused on something or when you're ranting to him about your day.

It's something about the way your cheeks are so soft and puffy whenever you smile that just makes Hoseok absolutely melt.

He knows that you hate how chubby your face is, and it perplexes him. The fact that you'd want to change your face is strange to him, really. He's actually spent many days trying to figure out this enigma, wondering why exactly you'd despise the face that he loves so dearly. The thought runs around his head constantly, dampening his mood whenever he ponders on it too much.

More often than not, the his friends would find Hoseok frozen in place and deep in thought, a small frown permanent on his face because of this enigma. It'd take them multiple tries to draw him out of whatever trance he was in, as Hoseok's eyes would be fixated on a spec of dust in the air or just a certain spot on the floor.

So Hoseok tries his best to make you smile as much as he can, to see your cheeks puff up. He can't explain why he loves it so much, but all he knows is that he becomes putty in your hands when you smile at him at like that.

And now, Hoseok knows every single way to see your beautiful grin that he loves so much.

Once, he was able to make you smile by making a fool of himself in public. Now, all he ever does is dance in the middle of the streets in order to see your eyes twinkle back up at him. Sometimes he'll look up from his phone to see you watching him, a small smile on your face now spreading from ear to ear when you finally have his attention.

Other times, Hoseok will say something really dumb in order to get you to roll your eyes at him and laugh at his stupidity. Most times, he'll feel you smile against his chest when he holds you close to him. He'll feel your cheeks puff up and squish against his chest as you would nuzzle your head into his body. Hoseok would coo at this, placing a sweet kiss on your head and running a hand through your hair.

Hoseok absolutely loves your lazy smiles as well.

The ones where you just wake up and you greet him with a grin and a kiss, your motions languid as sleep is still running its course through your body. Hoseok can't help but gush when he sees your lips move slowly, dreamily spreading into a smile just for him.

He loves the smiles you flash him while he's on top of you, your eyes half-lidded and your lips emitting soft sighs while you try your best to keep eye contact with him, just like he asked. You’re compliant to his demands, doing everything you can to keep up with him, which makes his heart soar. It would be late at night, your shared bedroom completely dark, save for the moonlight peering in through the window.

However, this didn't stop Hoseok from soaking in your appearance. He'd notice how your skin was covered with a slight sheen of sweat, making you shine under the moonlight. He'd take in how your cheeks were tinted soft shades of red, how your body slotted perfectly with his. He'd take note of how you would wrap your legs around him, leaving no space between the two of you.

He'd stare at your lips as they formed his name, calling out to him beautifully. Your voice would drown out every single sense of his, Hoseok simply enamored with how you said his name. As the only sound in the room would be your sweet noises and Hoseok's occasional groans and deep breaths, he would watch as your face contorts in pleasure, your smile peeking out whenever Hoseok would reach a certain sweet spot.

And when you smiled, Hoseok could barely control himself, actions sporadic and nothing but praise for you falling from his lips.

It was safe to say that by the end of the night, both of you would be saying nothing but instead, flashing lazy, lethargic grins as you lulled off into sleep in each other's arms.

So when Hoseok says that he loves your face and that he loves you just the way you are, he means it. Deep in his heart, and even in his whole being, he means every single world. It's not like he could help it. For some reason he can't help but be enamored by you, can't help but to fall in deeper and deeper, especially when you smile at him like that.

Not a day goes by where Hoseok has not said:

"Did I tell you that you're beautiful?"

He'll say this out of nowhere and at random times, causing your cheeks to heat up and making you smile shyly at him. He was a spontaneous person, and you never really knew when you he was going to tell you this. All you knew for sure was that he was going to tell you this at least once, if not multiple times, throughout the day.

He'll say it when you're washing the dishes after eating lunch with him, or when you're filling out paperwork and you're completely absorbed in the task. He'll even shout it when you're taking a shower and he's brushing his teeth, the loud water rushing on your skin drowning out some of his words. You could be watching tv and he'd simply tuck some of the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, place a gentle kiss on your cheek, and then tell you the saying you've come to know and love.

Even when the two of you bicker, Hoseok will always end the night with telling you that. He'll finally have you face him so he can kiss you, making any anger or bitterness between the two of you dissipate. You would laugh, forgetting exactly why you had gotten into an argument with him in the first place. You would then realize that the problem was stupid anyways, recognizing just how much Hoseok loved you.

And you would be lying if you said that the nights after arguments were your favorite, since you would spend them talking with him for hours on end.

In fact, you still remember the first time the two of you had gotten into a dispute.

To this day, neither of you could remember exactly what you had been fighting about. However, it was the one time Hoseok hadn't said his infamous catchphrase to you. Instead, he simply just ignored it, acting as if the phrase had never existed. Unbeknownst to him, you had been secretly waiting for him to say it, for the whole situation to blow over.

But it hadn't.

That night, Hoseok was eerily silent and his eyes were unbelievably cold, the burrow in his eyebrows delving deeper and deeper with each passing minute. You didn't know what to do, and you had your back turned to him, feigning sleep in order to save yourself from the awkward tension in the dense air.

It was a few seconds before both you and him had fully realized that you were crying, you body trembling and tears pooling down onto your pillow.

Immediately, Hoseok had changed his demeanor, returning back to the sweet boyfriend that he usually was. He was now spewing out apology after apology, wiping your eyes and holding you tight against him once more. You didn't know what had taken over you, and it made you embarrassed. You couldn't tell why you had become so emotional over a few simple words.

It made you feel dumb, as you had never been this vulnerable or sensitive to anyone. You never really cried in front of anyone. It wasn't a matter of pride, it was just because you didn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or feel like they had to console you and your problems.

And he knew that, which is why it always somewhat shocked him when you cried in front of him. It was obvious by the way he looked at you with wide eyes and parted lips when he initially saw you crying.

Once Hoseok came back to his senses, however, this didn't matter to him anymore, as he was now rocking you back and forth gently in his arms, humming light melodies that softened the world around you.

"Did I tell you that you're beautiful?" He finally said, his voice soft as to not disturb the tranquility of the atmosphere.

"You didn't today..." You pouted, gasping in between words as you tried to speak coherently.

"I'm sorry, darling," Hoseok sighed, genuine guilt in his tone.

Instead of saying anything, you nuzzled your head against his chest in response, inhaling the smell of mint and cotton, the scent calming you down. Hoseok chuckled, placing soft kisses all over your head. As he spoke sweet nothings into your ears, you could feel his heartbeat, the rhythm making you feel safe and secure in his arms.

"Do you remember the day we first met, my love?"

You nodded to his deep, gravelly voice and let out a small, shaky laugh at the memory.

Although your meeting wasn't a very conventional moment, you had held the story near and dear to your heart.

It was a summer evening, the soft breeze finally coming in and cooling down the hot air from the day. You spent this night at one of your "friend of a friend"'s infamous house parties, where everyone went batshit crazy and got wasted. It wasn't typically your scene, but you got the invite personally from Seokjin and it was quite an honor to get one, so with an inflated ego you decided to dress up and go.

Your best friend, Jungkook, would've agreed to go with you in a heartbeat, but that night he had a road trip he planned with his brother.

So with Jungkook's pro tips on house parties and what to do when you meet a creep, you decided to venture this event alone, promising him you'd tell him all the stories you were able to remember.

You weren't sure why you weren't afraid to go alone, but it was one of those unexplainable things where you just felt like you had to. After all, you were almost done with college and you told yourself that there should be at least one time where you went crazy as well, finally not caring about being cautious and instead letting yourself be reckless.

Of course you had known about Hoseok beforehand, through a few small whispers and mentions occasionally. All you knew about him was that he was one of Seokjin's best friends and that he apparently was good in bed. You payed no mind to it, as you weren't on to judge and you didn't really care about a complete stranger's life.

At the party, with the music booming and pulsing throughout the house, you had stolen an occasional glance or two from him. He flashed a couple smirks and winks at you, causing you to immediately avert your eyes and return your attention back on whatever you had in your cup. Eventually, he disappeared, and left you alone with your own thoughts sprinting around your head, as you wondered why someone random had gotten you so worked up.

You didn't know how long it took for you to finally stand up from the couch. But noticing how red your face had gotten, you decided that it would be a good idea to freshen up before anyone could see how flustered you had gotten over a simple wink.

When you finally reached the bathroom, pushing past intoxicated people and horny couples, you felt the air return to your chest as you finally got space. The door was closed, a small line of the bathroom light peeking out. You knocked on the door one, two, three times, and yet there was no answer. In response, you heard a few groans and some soft muttering. You stared at the door with wide eyes, thinking about what was going on behind the piece of wood standing in your way.

Being the nosy person you are, you felt inclined to press your ear on the door.

"You know we can't do this anymore," The statement was stern, yet the voice was deep and husky, the words almost coming out in taunts rather than warnings.

"Hoseok," You heard a girl whine in response, making you feel uncomfortable and almost made you feel guilty for eavesdropping, "Why not? You know I love you-"

"We broke up three months ago, Luna. Might I remind you that you cheated on me?" The comeback made you put a hand over your mouth to hide the gasp you oh so desperately wanted to let out, "Can you get over it?"

You heard shuffling and pondered if Hoseok was heading towards the door, but your own drowsy mind didn't really let you process the thought.

"Hoseok, I was drunk-"

The steps came to a stop.

"You still fucked my friend, didn't you?"

The situation was inappropriate, but you imagined what Hoseok looked like behind the door. The bathroom lighting most likely highlighted the slight sheen of sweat on his tan skin, and his hair was probably tousled messily from tugging at strands in frustration. Maybe his arms were crossed, accentuating his biceps, making them look bigger than before. Maybe his eyes were sharper than usual, an intense glare shooting at whoever was in front of him.

You took a small gulp and realized that you were holding your breath, making your whole body heat up. So this was one of the many wonders of alcohol. Or maybe it was just you and your vivid imagination. Either way you blamed your new attraction to Hoseok on the alcohol.

"But, Hoseok!" The girl pleaded, "You're not dating anyone, are you? Neither am I! Please... Give me one more chance."

Silence.

"Hoseok, don't you love me?"

"Luna-"

"You still do, don't you?" Confidence seemed to come back to her, "You can't deny it. So why can't we start over?"

"Fuck off. You're really not the same person to me anymore and it makes me laugh that you think this low of me."

"Hoseok, I promise I can change!"

You pressed your body closer to the door, even though it wouldn't help. Your heart pounded rapidly against your chest, your ears hanging on to every second as you waited for another killer response from Hoseok.

It was silent.

All of sudden, the door clicked open, causing you to fall forward with a loud yelp. Hoseok caught you in his arms, holding you tightly and helping you steady yourself. Luna, his ex-girlfriend, stared at you with wide eyes, and her shock slowly turned into anger. Your shorts had slightly ridden up, and the loose sweater you had on slid down a bit, just barely showing off some skin. Even if you hadn't noticed, it was apparent that Hoseok had his eyes on you, scanning your body as he held you in his arms.

Your eyes met his, and you finally got a clear look at him. His tan skin, the sharp eyes you were imagining, and the way his lips looked so soft. Your mouth was slightly agape and Hoseok couldn't help but think you were the cutest thing in the world. He knew that you had been staring at him, and it would be a lie if he said that he didn't want to talk to you.

You didn't know why, but all of a sudden Hoseok's lips curved upwards and spread into a big grin.

"I can't be with you anymore, Luna," He looked over at her, "You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

Hoseok helped you stand up and he wrapped an arm around your waist. You blinked, eyebrows furrowed slightly as you truly tried to process what exactly was going on.

"This is my girlfriend!" He said, his aggressive already leaving, "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Um, yes, I am... that," You stuttered, attempting to play along.

Before Luna could question anything, like how the two of you didn't really know each other's names and had no clue about each other's personal lives, Hoseok quickly greeted her goodbye and dragged you over to Seokjin's huge backyard. He led you to a small table on the cobblestone, gently placing you down on a chair. He walked off to grab two cups of water, one for and one for him.

"I'm sorry about all that," He chuckled, "It made you quite uncomfortable, didn't it?"

The situation and the cool night breeze from outside had somewhat sobered you up, allowing you to actually speak cohesive statements.

"Oh, you're fine," You responded, "I pretend to be Jungkook's girlfriend whenever he needs me to, so it's really no big deal."

"You know, Kook?" His eyes seemed to light up, and you nodded, "I love that kid! He’s crazy, isn’t he?”

"Yeah,” You shook your head, thinking about Jungkook and all his antics, “We’ve been friends since high school."

"Ah, you must be Y/N then, right?" He said, cocking his head to the right in curiosity, "Kook's mentioned you once or twice when I hang out with you. He says you're, like, really smart."

"Oh, really?" You respond, fidgeting with the fabric of your sweater.

"Mhm!" Hoseok's tone had quickly turned playful, "I'm Hoseok, by the way."

"I know," Now, it was you chuckling, "You and Seokjin are really popular with the girls."

"Oh," He flashed a sheepish smile, earning him another laugh from you, "That's quite embarrassing, no?"

You had long forgotten your need to relieve yourself in the bathroom, now choosing to spend the rest of your time with your new friend, Hoseok.

And that moment, in the dark, summer night, Hoseok saw you smile, the strings of fairy lights in Seokjin's backyard lighting your face, and he felt his whole world collapse down on him.

As the days passed, Hoseok found himself drawn to you. There wasn't a day where he wouldn't call out to you and promptly came running when he saw you on campus. People thought it was strange, seeing him talk to some random girl, and you had to admit it was hard to handle Hoseok's energy at times. He attracted so many people to him, and they often gave you weird looks, examining you and wondering why Hoseok wanted to associate himself with you.

It definitely took a while before his friends even approved of your friendship let alone the relationship that would slowly bloom in front of everyone's eyes.

Even though it was difficult at times to keep up with Hoseok, the more you got to know him, the more you became attached. You wanted to know everything about him, wanted to see him and be there for him at his best times and at his worst times. Even though you wouldn’t admit it, you desperately yearned to know about his family, to know what he was like when no one was around. Was he as cheerful as he usually is? Does he have a mean bone in his body?

You couldn't describe it, but the way your chest fluttered and the way your face was fixed in a permanent smile whenever you were around him seemed to say it for you. You were in deeper than you wanted to.

But still, you couldn’t but find yourself drawn to him as well.

Jung Hoseok, the man who always bought you random drinks from the vending machine whenever you were studying and wrote cute little notes on the bottles to motivate you. Hoseok, the man who would text you jokes at random times of the day simply because they made him laugh and he wanted to share them with you, who’d call you late at night because he “didn’t know how to do simple math” and end up talking to you late into the early morning. The man who always seemed to know whenever you were down, the man who could read your emotions more than Jungkook, your own best friend, could. At times, Hoseok seemed to know more about you than you knew about yourself.

He made sure he was there for all of your ups and downs, and you made sure you were there for him too. There wasn't a moment when you'd be stressed out over something and he wouldn't immediately come to your dorm with ice cream and movies the two of you could watch. Jung Hoseok, in every aspect, was such a caring person, and he always made sure that you were okay. Even when you didn't ask to, he'd check up on you and spend as much time with you as he could.

Of course you had always wondered why he had been so nice to you, and to that response Jungkook would roll his eyes and say:

"Hoseok likes you, dumbass," He'd flick your forehead as he teased you, "He literally looks at you like you’re his whole world. Are you that stupid to not see it?"

Almost everyone in your new found friend group knew, as they also gave suggestive, teasing looks to Hoseok when the two of you were together. You had always ignored these, opting to keep your attention on him instead of his friends. You hoped that Hoseok liked you as much as you liked him, since you found yourself being more and more attracted to him the more you hung out with him. (And you hung out with a lot).

It wasn't a surprise that when Hoseok finally asked you out on a date, you leaped into his arms with a grin from ear to ear.

When Jungkook found out, he couldn't help but rub your own achievements in your face, telling you that he was right and that you should've listened to him.

But that didn't matter if you were right and wrong when you were dating Hoseok.

Now, after all those years, the two of you lay in your shared king bed in your own house. You realize just how far the two of you have gotten, and you can't help but feel thankful that it's Hoseok you get to spend the rest of your life with.

And Hoseok feels the same way. He's more than excited to be able to see you like this every night, where you're safe and secure in his arms.

"I remember seeing you for the very first time," He clicked his tongue, deep in thought after the two of you reminisced on how you met, "The first thing I said to myself was that if I could ever have the chance of dating you, I'd be the luckiest man alive."

"Bullshit," You teased, now making him pout, "There's no way you really felt that way, especially if we had just met."

"You don't believe me, beautiful?" His pet names were honey to your ears, "Ah, my dear, why would I ever lie to you?"

"...So you're saying you believed in love at first sight?"

"Baby, I know it was love at first sight," He pinched your cheek as he spoke, eyes turning soft as he stared at your face, "Did you not feel that way when you first saw me?"

Hoseok knew he said the right thing when he finally saw his favorite red shades tinting your cheeks.

"Oh- Well, I just-" You groaned, hiding your face in his chest, "You can't just do that!"

Hoseok laughed, your stutters vibrating against his skin. His laughter reverberated around your ears, causing a small smile to form on your lips.

After that, the two of you talked about anything and everything. Hoseok would sprinkle little jokes or comments in order to get you to laugh at him and make fun of him. There was nothing but love exuding from the two of you, the tension in the room fully disappearing and becoming replaced with the happiness from before.

Hoseok often wonders how he did it, how he's able to be with someone like you. Saying that he was blessed to have you would be an understatement in his eyes. In fact, he'd say it was even an injustice. There truly weren't nearly enough words in the dictionary to describe his love and gratefulness for you.

But Hoseok didn't exactly know what word to use, so unfortunately, he had to stick with those.

Sometimes, Hoseok thinks it about it so much that he gets into his own head.

It's the moments where he stays scarily quiet, where his eyes are focused on you as doubts run around rampantly in his mind. He's so worried that one day you'll look at him and think that he's not enough for you, that he's not worth spending your life with. He'll think that he's really not enough for you and that thought will engrave itself so deep into his head that it'll occupy him with every waking moment. It'll be hard for him to look you in the eye. He'll still be close to you but it'll be hard for him to give you the affection that he wants so badly to give.

Then he feels stupid for feeling this way, because if you thought he wasn't good for you, you would've been gone already, right? Hoseok thinks that he should be giving you all his love, not worrying about being enough for you. This makes him feel worse, which in turn buries the thought deeper and deeper in his mind, up to the point where he can't find an escape. He'll feel his world plummet, the palette of his pink-shaded universe darkening.

That's when he feels your hand on his, where he'll realize that he's been staring blankly into open space for God knows how long.

The sound of his name on your lips will ring in his ear, oh how he loves to hear it. Hoseok feels the pace of his heartbeat speed up rapidly, faster than he'd like to admit. His cheeks are warm, and it almost makes him laugh how easy it is for you to get him all riled up.

You'll stare at him for a while, your eyes slowly trailing down onto his lips. Hoseok hangs on to every second in this moment, watching you as you examine his face. He knows that you probably know what's going on in his mind, and for that he feels a little guilty. He hopes that he isn't burden, and he opens his mouth to apologize.

When his lips part, however, you take this chance to kiss him, grabbing his hands and putting them on your waist. Hoseok gets the message, chuckling in between lip locking and pulling you close to him, eagerly roaming every inch of your skin that he could get his hands on.

He's pulled out of the dark headspace, now only surrounded by your love and the feeling of your soft lips. All of his attention is back on you and he melts, feeling nothing but tender love from you.

And when the two of you finally pull away, your eyes are trained on each other, chests heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath.

Hoseok just knows that you want to tell him words of comfort when he gets like this. He knows that because of the way your eyes sadden whenever he gets quiet. He sees how it unnerves you, how you bite your lip when you're also deep in thought. The gears are turning around viciously in your head as you try to find the words to say.

You hesitate to speak and Hoseok can't help but find it cute as you sputter out nonsense. He knows you're not the best with your words, and that's completely okay. He knows that you worry about not saying the right thing around him, but Hoseok always reminds you that there's not much you could say to get him upset. But still, you're focused as you try to find what would be perfect to say in this situation.

So Hoseok waits patiently, adoring how your cheeks slowly turn redder and redder while you awkwardly try to give him verbal solace.

"Seokie..." You call him that when you're especially flustered, "You know I love you, right?"

He nods in response, a stupid grin on his face quickly forming.

"And do you love me?"

"Of course I do."

"Good," You giggle, "Let's keep it that way."

And then there it is. The moment Hoseok's been waiting for. The moment he's been waiting for his whole entire life.

Your bright smile, lightening up the darkest of his days. He feels awestruck, his regained breath quickly leaving his chest once more. Hoseok's world is stained pink, the sight of your smile making him melt on the spot. His loving gaze, in turn, causes you to heat up and giggle.

That's when Hoseok realizes that he's been worried about nothing after all. That you're perfect for him and he's perfect for you. That nothing else feels right to him except for you.

Hoseok sees the way you smile at him, sees the way your eyes twinkle back at him, and he can't help but fall more and more in love with you.

And as per your request, Hoseok will keep it that way.

He'll keep it that way for as long as he lived.

hope you guys liked it! take care my loves <3

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cousinslavellan-archive · 4 years

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Soul Mates

So Like... all of my fics for @tyrias-librarys Valentines Event are out of order, I swear. This should KIND OF be the first of them all, and yet it also sticks by itself... ehhh idk. I actually wrote this as soon as I knew the prompts and have had it stashed haha.

More Terra/Braham, Choya Cafe AU because why not it’s fun! And yeah... Happy Valentine’s Day! ♥

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She can’t open her eyes, can’t move a limb - her body is numb, engulfed in a searing, scorching pain - like razors along her back, over the line of her sockets.

There’s voices around her, but she can’t make out what they’re saying - can only vaguely recognize them, as though from a time long ago.

“Commander! No!”

That voice she recognizes, though she can’t place it - a pained hiss the only sound she can manage as arms slip beneath her and lift her, cradling her against a strong chest.

The Mark on her breast pulses, faintly, fading along with the rest of her - she knows him, knows his touch, his scent, his voice - but she can’t remember…

“No, please, don’t do this… you can’t be…”

He’s begging, clutching her desperately, but even the grief in his voice can’t seem to pull her back - she can feel herself fading, feel the numbness spreading quicker, now, and her last bit of strength is spent turning her head towards him, unable to open her eyes.

‘I’m… sorry.’ she thinks, voice stolen as her life fades, ‘Maybe… next time… we can…’

“No… no! Wake up!” she can barely hear the voice now, pleading desperately, “Wake up! Terra!”

“Ter, you falling asleep over there? Sorry cleanup’s taking so long!”

Terra snaps out of the daydream, blinking wildly at the heart-specced Choya staring back at her.

It takes her a second to remember where she is, focusing on the focal portrait of the Cafe for a moment - who added the Valentines shades? Maybe Rox - before sweeping a sheepish glance to her right, flushing at the knowing look Braham’s giving her.

“Sorry, sorry - didn’t sleep well, last night.” she slumps, cradling her forgotten latte between her palms, “No rush, don’t worry.”

“Something on your mind?” he prods, continuing his sweeping.

“Just bad dreams.” Terra eyes his back a moment - watching the muscles of his shoulders work beneath his uniform shirt - looking back at her latte when he turns back in her direction, “Ones I’ve had before, honestly. Wish they’d go away.”

“What about? If, uh, you don’t mind me asking.”

Terra hesitates a moment, but not because she minds. It had been a rather… interesting dream, to say the least. And, yeah, they’ve been… hanging out, flirting, for what, a few months? But they’re not… dating, per say, and the person in the dream…

Well, who else are you going to tell? No one.

“I’m dying.” she says, not noticing his stumble at her words, “But I can’t tell why, or where I am, because I can’t open my eyes. And there’s someone there… someone I know, but can’t place.”

“A lover?” Braham asks, something off about his tone - she glances at him, curious, but he’s moved to put the broom away, his back to her, so she shrugs it off.

“Maybe? Probably. They were devastated. And then I try to say… something about, next time, and fade away. And then I wake up.”

“Funny.” he says, expression one that keeps her from asking how is it funny?, stopping behind the counter in front of her, “And, uh… how long have you been having these dreams, exactly?”

“Um…” she tries to hold his gaze and finds she can’t, blushing and staring down at her drink, “Since I… got here, actually.”

“Do you believe in Soul Mates?”

That’s a question she’s not expecting, and one she’s sure would have her heart racing, were she anything but Sylvari.

“I… hadn’t thought about it, before.” Terra toys with the cup, feeling nervous, “But… I’d like to think they exist, in some form.”

“I think they do.” Braham places his hands on the counter, voice soft, “Because I’ve been having the same dream - from the opposite perspective. But I could never see the person’s face.”

That makes her look up at him, eyes wide. He’s close enough that she can see the cautious hope in his own green gaze, along with sincerity.

“Oh.” is all she can manage, at first, licking suddenly dry lips, “Um… do Norn believe in reincarnation?”

“Some do.” he says, mouth tweaking up, “I think I do, now.”

“Trahearne’s been, um, doing some extra research on that, along with Orrian customs…” Terra bites her lip, searching his face, before giving a hesitant little smile, “I think we need to talk, Braham. About-”

“-everything.” Braham finishes her thought, and then leans forward, just enough to rest his forehead against hers, a gentle press that feels so damn familiar her whole body warms.

Soul Mates, huh? She thinks, allowing her eyes to close with a little sigh, happy right where she is, I think… I think I like that.

#oc: commander terra #braham eirsson #braham/commander #gw2 fanfic #choya cafe au #soulmate #valentine's day fic #tyriaslibrary event

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kaaneky · 7 years

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A warm night

Lights flickered in the midst of a solemn and tranquil night in London. Fireflies shone brightly and proudly in the night, dazzling districts of the barely visible sky. The moon was a spec of light that faintly glistened at the peaceful city below. The city had tiny glimpses of snow and the grass that sprouted in a splendid lush color now froze and grew into a pearly white shade. The wind ceased its quiet whispering and it seemed as if time stopped.

That would be if it weren’t for two people.

The towering sapphire eyed girl transformed into an ordinary young Londoner shivering in the freezing cold. Her petite hair, which reached until her ears, swayed in the wind gently as she walked towards a bench with a can of hot chocolate. She shuffled the scarf on her neck and tucked it tightly so she could snuggle her face underneath it.

The young woman brushed her knees against each other and warmed her hands with the hot can she held. Gradually, she then opened the can and drank a sip of the hot chocolate. Satisfied, she sighed in relief and a transparent smoke released into the air. She gazed up above and admired the atmosphere she was in; the soft sound of her hair gently moving made her perk up the edges of her mouth in happiness. It was another long day for this young woman, surprisingly longer than any other.

Her gaze traveled towards the lamp that flickered as though it was on the verge of dying out. Then it suddenly shut and the apricot beam that brightened her face was gone. A tiny source of light approached her way and the girl gasped in excitement. She rose up and tried to touch the firefly slowly. The firefly then wandered towards another street lamp, where the navy haired woman followed. Her focus was right at the firefly and she was amazed at the sight.

That was where she bumped into someone. The woman jumped back in surprise and stared up at a slender and lanky blonde haired man. His face was illuminated by the street lamp that trapped them both. The blonde man had flashing turquoise eyes that struck right through the shivering girl’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” The young man questioned worriedly as his expression softened.

The young blue eyed woman was surprised as she saw his face. “Adrien?” she muttered, slightly tilting her head to the right.

“Oh, uh how do you know my name…? Ah! Are you a fan by chance? Nice to meet-” Adrien asked awkwardly as he lifted one of his hands to shake with hers.

The young woman gasped and untightened the scarf that covered half of her face. “No, no It’s me Marinette” She said happily and smiled.

Adrien’s eyes grew wide and he covered his mouth unconsciously. “WOAH! Marinette ah sorry I couldn’t recognize you because the light was so bright. Why are you out so late anyways? Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Oh trust me, I’ll be fine, plus I was just on my way home so its fine” Marinette smirked at the worried blonde, blushing slightly at the edges of her ears.

Marinette then saw the floor and stared blankly at her hot chocolate spilled on the ground. She hesitantly kneeled down to pick it up, only to gaze at it in dismay. “My hot chocolate….”

Adrien kneeled down surprised. “It must of spilt when we bumped into each other...” He stopped in the middle of his sentence to see Marinette’s face obviously stating:

No shit Sherlock

“… Why don’t I buy you another one?” Adrien quickly said while picking Marinette and himself on their feet.

“Oh no, it’s fine I can live without it” Marinette said while continuing her stare down with the can of hot chocolate.

“No! I must make up for it, come on let’s go get one” Adrien cheerfully said whilst he took her wrist and dragged her to a vending machine around the corner of the street.

Adrien who was unfamiliar with vending machines stared at it while squinting, wondering what the hell he should do. Marinette caught on to the situation, remembering that he has been served drinks instead of this. Marinette clicked the number which had the hot chocolate and gestured Adrien to insert the £1.50 in the machine. She kneeled down and took the hot chocolate, warming up her hands.

“This is really warm; you can warm your hands with this” Marinette handed the hot chocolate to Adrien.

“No its fine, I have gloves” Adrien lifted his hands next to his ears revealing his Navy blue leather gloves.

“Try it at least, you’ll feel warmer, I get this usually when I forget my gloves” Marinette chuckled as she grabbed Adrien’s hand gently and placed the can on it. “Warm right?” she questioned.

“It sure is” Adrien nodded and gazed at her pale prolonged fingers fidget in her pocket. “But I think you need this more than me” He smiled gently as he gave back the can of hot chocolate. “Oh also take this too, I have plenty at home” Adrien spoke as he took of his gloves, stacking them on top of each other, and giving it to her in one hand.

“Thank you, I’ll repay you when we meet again” Marinette grinned as she tucked her face back into her scarf out of shyness.

Marinette gradually reached her fingers into the glove, which was a size bigger, and held the hot chocolate while sipping a bit from time to time. They walked together only inches apart as Adrien suggested walking her home no matter how many times she refused. The night was subtle and tranquil; it was like the whole world disappeared before them.

Their breath was transparent and could be seen while they walked together. Adrien shuffled his hands in his pockets, trying to keep it warm. He slightly ducked his head so that his ears could be warmed by the warm wool of his coat. Adrien peeked a look at Marinette, anxious because of the deadly silence that filled the air. His eyes grew misty as he gazed at her. He gazed with somber and wistful eyes like he had been watching her for all these years with those same eyes. Marinette slightly turned her head to sneak a peek at Adrien as well and by then he was staring at the concrete. She stared as a strand of his blonde hair slid down to hover over his eye. Marinette hesitantly looked at her hand and took off the glove on her right hand. She unconsciously stopped Adrien by gripping onto his left arm.

“Oh ah… Your hair” Marinette mumbled as she stepped towards him.

Marinette reached to brush her pale hand against his hair, and gradually hid it behind his ear. Adrien who was startled glanced at her eyes as she suddenly brushed his hair. His hands crawled out of his pocket and reached each side of her face. Adrien’s breath grew a bit heavy as he stared into her eyes.

So familiar, these eyes are so familiar.

Marinette struck up by surprise as he held her face and looked at his eyes stunned. Her eyes were wide in bewilderment and her heart skipped beats and grew louder.

“Adrien..?” She finally spat out quietly.

Adrien was confused and flustered but he didn’t let go, and he didn’t want to let go.

“Who… are you?” Adrien spoke as his breath appeared in the air. His voice sounded so weak and curious and scared. He drew her closer to him, their faces centimeters apart. Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed as he spoke and his eyes wouldn’t withdraw.

“Are you her….” His voice grew heavier. “The one … who I’ve been looking for?” His hand twitched and her hair drew back behind her ears, he glanced at her earrings and his eyes grew wider than before.

Marinette gasped as she realized her ears were revealed. She got out of his grasp and walked back gradually clenching onto her shirt. Her teeth shivered as her hair curtained her shocked face.

“Ladybug?”

Adrien’s broad voice struck her in agony. She jolted at the name and raised her face to meet his.

“No! No Adrien why would you think I’d be Ladybug? I’m weak and quiet; you especially know that, so haha, why would I be Ladybug?! Adrien-”

Adrien grabbed her shoulders and closed the gap between them. There was no distance between them anymore. His lips locked with hers underneath the sky full of fireflies. The silence of London was finally back and tiny specs of snow were passed down from the sky.

Although the night was frigid and quiet, the warmth between them was much more to keep them from being cold.

- A short shitty piece by moi

It’s easier to do a scenery of London because it’s where i live so yeah :)

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beatcroc · 7 years

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on the pink stuff [which i’ve taken to calling “the wellspring” after that one paragraph of text] and how it relates to the immortal cell/judgement, anubis, and drifters: note: this is my beta-version spec; i’m working on a significant revision in light of stuff i didn’t know when first making this post, but i still wanted to finish most of this up and put it out there since i spent a lot of time thinking about it :Y

this sorta started when i finally found my way back to the tutorial area/archive room. to me, it seemed the reason judgement tries to prevent you from getting to that archive at the beginning is to obscure any information it can about the immortal cell and its relation to/interaction with that.

i’m not…exactly sure what i want to say the wellspring’s role in the creation of the immortal cell was. certainly, having that much energy available plays a huge part in just being able to build technology or do research to aid in making something like an immortal cell, but i’m starting to think that the cell is was actually crafted directly from the wellspring, through some kind of refinery process. like, the pink energy is obvious pretty volatile when not handled properly or in some of its forms and i don’t... think you’d want something that reactive in a cell “to be imbued within all sentient life”. failed experiments with beings given beta-version immortal cells is a whole other Thing that i’m not gonna bother getting into though, haha.

anyway, perhaps they found some way to separate out or process away the less stable elements of wellspring material, making it essentially pure, inexhaustible energy that wouldn’t burn itself out on intense reactions or just outright degrade whatever living thing came in contact with it.

HOWEVER, those reactive parts of the chemical still Exist; i believe at some point that concentrated leftover slurry gained a sentience of its own, becoming Judgement. maybe it was sparked by the huge explosion, who knows. but since judgement is now a sentient being it can freely seek out its counterpart and use that power as it wishes, corrupting it to be put to its own use and preventing mortals from getting to it. as a side note it really can’t just recombine into the raw wellspring material since both counterparts are fundamentally different substances now and have taken on properties of their own :b

tldr: the immortal cell is refined pink stuff and judgement is the volatile parts that were refined out of it.

so, drifters. i firmly believe they are more resilient to the wellspring’s reactivity-not IMMUNE obviously, but they can generally survive its effects way longer than most other species [or most other individuals? depends on how you define what a drifter is; whether they’re just the blue-skinned race, or beings that have a sprite and have taken to a drifter’s job. EITHER WAY.]; they’re the only ones we see affected by the illness ingame, but i think that’s simply because everyone else who had been affected by it already died-see: guardian’s family. their resilience may also be evidenced by that first needle in the eastern area with other corpses blown outward from it. that could be taken…several ways, but as our drifter proceeds to interact with it no problem, i’m going to chalk it up with a resistance to and/or expertise in handling the material.

from the way stuff on the kickstarter is worded, i don’t think our drifter had ever been to the places we explore ingame before? the events in the opening probably had worldwide effect of some kind [maybe that’s what afflicted him? i really honestly don’t know HOW he got his illness, but that doesn’t pa r ticul a lr y matter for the sake of this post; we just need to know that it’s pretty serious and had been affecting him for Awhile by the time anubis enlists him and the game takes place], and drifter has finally tracked down- or perhaps been led to-the epicenter of them; what we’re playing is the final steps in a long journey. guardian had been living in these parts for awhile though; he’s much older and father along in the sickness than our drifter, but he knows the land and looks to have had much the same quest as drifter’s. i’m not sure why he didn’t collect any of the modules before drifter got there, maybe he was just too far gone to bother trying? if that’s the case, he’s probably pretty glad that drifter came along as someone to pass his quest and findings to haha…

anubis is what I’m having the most trouble concretely connecting with everything else. i don’t think the wellspring is directly the source or output of her power or anything, but as a god [especially the only one we know to exist in hld’s world] she’s in-tune with all the energy in their world, and as it happens the greatest reserve of this resides in the wellspring. mind you, i’m not overlooking that her eyes are the same shade as that energy; color similarities usually mean SOMETHING, but i’m trying not to attribute too much to it. perhaps, as the four sectors began to figure out how to tap into that power, they caused an imbalance that made anubis come out of stasis and take a more active role in…whatever it is she actually does in that world aside from leading beings to the afterlife. probably an observation/moderation duty of some kind. on the other hand, I can see it as those 4 sectors collaborating to open a path to the world’s core, for whatever lies there. maybe that’s where anubis originally resided, maybe there was a particularly large reserve or a means of production of wellspring material there, who knows. but either way, opening a path to and tampering with the core and whatever was originally there seems to have played a role in anubis’ awakening. my best guess is that the rise of judgement, its taking over of the world’s core area, and corruption of the immortal cell [and tbh probably the creation of that in the first place] likely messed with her abilities and/or connections to the wellspring and its energy, prompting her to start recruiting other individuals [drifters] to give her a shot in restoring order.

i think the wellspring-related affliction plays a big part in why anubis works so closely with our drifter and guardian-it means they have firsthand contact with this stuff. i can even see it as a dual-sided thing, with her being the god of death and all, the sickness could bring them more in-tune with her “element”, while for them it means they’re more open to trusting and cooperating with her. even without that, perhaps their prolonged exposure to the wellspring just makes them more accessible to her [again, she could have more than a peripheral connection to it given the pink eyes] and more capable of accomplishing the goal of actually defeating judgement and doing Something about the immortal cell to prevent further imbalance [or bloodshed, going by the closing cinematic,] severing the the sectors’ connection to the core and whatever’s in it, and allowing her to return to stasis.

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