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themurphyzone · 3 years

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PatB Oneshot: Heartbeat

Based on @wimsiecal‘s wonderful Brain Meets Brawn AU...I might have a thing. for monsters...it’s bad...

There are some ideas from @thecutiewhoyaksandsnacks here too, namely Brain holding Pinky’s wrist for his heartbeat.

Summary: Brain Meets Brawn AU where Pinky drinks Dr. Jekyll’s potion.

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London was such a fun playground!

The horse-drawn carriages, the chimney sweepers, the marketplace!

And there was the lovely silhouette of Big Ben in the distance! Vaguely, he heard a voice call that he was going in the wrong direction, that he was supposed to hold the giant doohickey, that he was supposed to stop dilly-dallying and pay attention-

But why would he wanna do any of that? It all sounded so boring! He just wanted to play!

Bounding into the street on all fours, he took in the gray skies, coughing as a nearby factory spewed smoke from its stacks. No wonder the people all seemed drab and lifeless if all they had were gray skies and smoke.

They needed some fun fun silly-willy in their lives!

There was a man with long, funny sideburns walking arm-in-arm with a woman in a big, poofy dress! They were such a lovely couple, and they’d be perfect to play house with!

He bounded up to the couple, tail wagging in excitement at the very thought of having new playmates.

“Hellooooooo!” he said, and his voice was a lot hoarser than he thought. It was a lot harder to get the words out of his throat too. “Wannaaaaa plaaay?”

The woman screamed, and the man threw his arm in front of her.

Oh, did they want to scream instead? Okay, that was fun too!

He screamed right back.

The couple fled across the bridge, towards the other side of London over the Thames, shouting for a constable. Why did they want a constable? Unless...oh, the fashion police probably wanted him cause he wasn’t wearing anything except green fur.

He could’ve sworn his fur was a different color before this, but he couldn’t quite remember. Oh well! What’s the point in worrying over something like that?

The voice called again, harsh and scolding in that why-aren’t-you-doing-as-you’re-told sort of way. Too many big words. He didn’t want to hear big words. He only wanted to have fun!

Further down the road, a horse-drawn carriage rattled down the uneven pavement. The horses moved in sync, their hooves clip-clopping against stone. They were both large brown horses with white stripes on their foreheads, a short man with a pinched face driving them towards the bridge.

Horses were lovely, friendly animals. They’d play with him!

Clapping his hands with glee, he ran after them, nearly bowling over a group of children in his haste. They immediately scattered, yelling something about green monsters.

Once he asked the horses to play, maybe he could find that group of children again. He’d never heard of the green monster game before, but he definitely wanted to try it out!

The pathway was narrow, so he climbed on top of the stone archway that formed the sides of the bridge and switched to all fours. The horses trotted along at a steady pace, and he quickly overtook them, dropping in front of the carriage just as they reached the other side of the bridge.

He crouched down with his tail wagging, but before he could ask if they wanted to play, the horses reared up and batted the air with their front hooves. The short man screamed as he flicked the reins in an attempt to get the horses under control, but the horses shot forward instead, nearly tipping the carriage on its side.

He barely leapt out of their way in time, and the horses dragged the carriage past him and through the streets, ignoring the coachman’s shouts for them to slow down.

They didn’t want to play either.

Nobody did.

A raw, unfamiliar feeling settled into his stomach. It bubbled up to his chest, his entire body trembling. He didn’t like it. This wasn’t fun.

Why didn’t anyone want to play with him?

He screamed, sending an entire crowd scurrying for cover.

“That’s him! That’s the monster, constable!” a woman yelled before fainting in her husband’s arms. It was the couple who’d fled from him earlier.

A tall young man in a blue uniform broke free of the crowd, his arm quivering as he raised his billy club. His face was pale as he slowly approached. But he didn’t seem bad. Just looked like he needed to sit down for a bit.

He stretched one long arm and pushed the constable down. The constable’s eyes widened with terror, and he yelped as his bottom hit the pavement hard.

He hadn’t meant to push the guy down with that much force.

The crowd shuffled back, their whispers loud and accusing. Many watched him with fear in their eyes.

He whimpered and carefully held out his clawed fingers to see if the man was hurt. This wasn’t what he wanted. He just wanted someone to play with.

Before he could touch the man’s shoulder, he heard heavy boots thunder against stone. The constable beside him suddenly shot up, nearly knocking himself in the head with his own club. A red-faced man with an equally red mustache stormed across the bridge. His blue uniform was crisp with hardly a wrinkle.

He squeezed something small and white in one gloved hand while gripping his billy club with the other hand.

“OI, GET OFF YOUR LAZY BUM AND DEAL WITH THAT CREATURE ALREADY, HENRY!” the newcomer bellowed. Henry fumbled for his club while trying to stand. As he scolded poor Henry, he lost his grip on the small white thing, who tumbled to the ground in a heap.

It wasn’t a thing. No, it was a very familiar mouse.

“Pinky?” he murmured, rubbing his large head as he sat up.

Though just a tiny voice, the fog in his mind began to clear, and he remembered things like tomorrow nights and worlds and clocks. And with all that was a name.

His name.

And another too, one that belonged to his best friend in the whole world.

“Buh-raaaaaain?” Pinky said, and it was hard to get the word out when it should’ve flowed off his tongue like butter.

And there was another word too, one that brought him much joy.

“Naaaaaarrrrf,” Pinky warbled, and it was finally a word that came easy to him. It was simple and right, like a lost friend he was just reconnecting with after being apart for so long.

Brain sighed, and Pinky giggled at his funny scowl. “Of course you’d retain your nonsensical vocabulary.”

How he could sound disappointed and relieved at the same time, Pinky didn’t know. But he was here, and that was all that mattered in the end.

Pinky gently pressed the side of his finger against Brain’s cheek. Even one finger was much bigger than Brain. He was just so itty-bitty, like the spider who climbed up the waterspout!

Brain’s face turned tomato-red. “Not in public, Pinky!” he hissed, trying to shove Pinky’s finger away from his face, though he was too small to accomplish that. He stumbled with that particular action, wincing as his hand flew to a spot just above his left hip.

Though Pinky didn’t see why he couldn’t show affection, he removed his finger from Brain’s cheek. Brain quickly glanced at the crowd, but they were much too focused on how the mustached constable was berating the younger one for not doing his job properly.

The younger constable had gone paler, if that was even possible.

Brain flicked his finger. Pinky laid his head on the pavement, turning a large ear toward the smaller mouse.

“I would’ve caught up sooner, but that brutish oaf of a constable captured me,” Brain said, gripping the outer edge of Pinky’s ear as he spoke. “He knows we’re...associates, and unsuccessfully tried to interrogate me for any information I knew about you. I, of course, gave nothing away about my plans for Big Ben. Speaking of which, we’ve been delayed for too long. No more...ow, no more distractions, Pinky.”

There was a tiny hitch in Brain’s voice. The one that always appeared if he was hurt and trying to hide it so he could move on with a plan.

Pinky stood up so quickly that Brain was left dangling from his ear, feet kicking out in an attempt to find solid ground. Carefully, Pinky brought one hand up to his ear, securing Brain in the palm of his hand before bringing up to eye level.

“Enough, Pinky. Let’s depart before-what in Ptolemy’s name are you doing?” Brain protested as Pinky gently pushed him down, using his free hand to check Brain over injuries.

He rolled Brain onto his side. He winced even though Pinky used the lightest of taps above his left hip.

There was a purple bruise, visible against the white fur.

Hurt. Brain was hurt.

Fog clouded his mind once again, and this time, it was red. The city was blanketed in a crimson haze.

Part of him feared it. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, this deep urge to hurt and maim and kill.

It was wrong. It was evil.

But the urges only grew stronger.

Hurt Brain. Make man pay. Make man suffer!

He growled and doubled over, and he felt something slip out of his hand. Something important, but he didn’t remember what.

There were scary noises coming from his throat, loud and ominous and terrifying.

“He’s dangerous!”

“Kill him!”

“No! Can’t you idiots understand you’re only agitating him?”

That last voice was the loudest and clearest of all, though it was quickly lost in the cacophony.

Something struck his back multiple times.

“Why isn’t this working?” the constable screeched. The billy club thumped against thick, green fur. But the blow didn’t hurt at all. His fur was too thick.

“S-sir, m-maybe the little big-headed guy is right?” Henry stammered. “Wh-what if you make him mad?”

But the older constable didn’t listen, though he gave up trying to break through the thick fur. His sharp gaze fixated on a small, white-furred mouse.

“Sympathizer,” he snarled, as the mouse hurled long, big-worded insults at the crowd. He didn’t notice the constable’s heavy footsteps, the raised club, the shadow falling across him-

Hurt Brain! Make man pay! Make man suffer!

The mantra once again encompassed his mind, his hand striking the pavement behind Brain just in time to block the club with his wrist. Brain leapt back at the noise, clutching his zigzagged tail close to his body to protect it.

His bare wrist throbbed, unprotected by thick fur.

But he didn’t care.

Hurt Brain! Make man pay! Make man suffer!

He roared, and the constable’s mouth opened in a soundless scream as he dropped his club. Drawing himself up to full height, he towered over the man and snatched him up by the waist. His hand wrapped around the man’s chest, claws digging into his uniform.

The man whimpered, frozen to the spot as he stared right into sharp, long fangs.

You hurt Brain! You hurt friend!

He snarled, claws tightening, pricking the man’s skin. Just a little more...sink the tips in…

The man begged for mercy.

Oh, now he’d beg when it was his own life on the line? He didn’t deserve mercy at all.

He squeezed. The man’s eyes bugged out of his head, his limbs stiff and useless.

Stop this! A voice inside pleaded. This isn’t right!

Shut up! he snarled, and the man made a pathetic, muffled noise.

He wouldn’t be weak ever again. From this point on, he’d be strong enough to protect Brain from the humans.

In the corner of his eye, someone moved. He snarled in their direction, warning them to stay back or else.

The movement stopped. But he was still being watched.

Irritated, he turned to whoever dared to interrupt.

And he saw loose, drooping ears. Unsure hands caught between reaching out and protecting a soft, vulnerable body.

A pair of rose-pink eyes that were round and wide with fear, shining with a sadness from deep within.

Pinky? A trembling mouth whispered. Nobody else heard.

The red haze tainting his vision lifted. Within his claws, the man choked for breath.

Pinky dropped him.

The man crumpled to the ground, and the crowd fearfully watched Pinky. Henry dragged the man away, several people breaking off the staredown to check the man over for injuries.

He...he just wanted him to stop hurting Brain. He didn’t mean to almost kill the man!

He tried to apologize, tried to say sorry, but it wouldn’t come out. Why wouldn’t it come out?

Why was it so hard to say anything?

Only one thing came to mind.

He ran.

All he did was hurt everyone. All he did was hurt Brain.

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky ran until he was completely out of breath. Maybe it was a cowardly move, maybe he should’ve owned up, but some instinct told him to flee before he was attacked with fire and pitchforks.

He took all the twists and turns he could, trying not to think about anyone he nearly bowled over in his path.

What’s one more person? some dark part of him chuckled.

A howl tore from Pinky’s throat, the only protest he could make from that bad, evil voice. He didn’t want anything to do with it ever again.

He came across an empty alley, surrounded by tall buildings that blotted out what little natural light trickled into the depths of the city. He could crawl into the darkness and never hurt anyone else.

It was perfect.

He collapsed on his stomach, too exhausted to move to the farthest spot in the alley. Then he tucked all his limbs in so he wouldn’t hurt anybody. As he curled his tail around himself, he felt something odd on the tip.

Did he catch it on something?

He turned to look, finding Brain balancing on the crook of his elbow, clutching the tip of Pinky’s tail against his chest. They stared at each other for a long moment, Pinky’s tail sliding out of Brain’s grip.

“Buh-raaaaaaain?” Pinky asked. His words just weren’t coming out right.

“I grabbed your tail when you fled,” Brain explained, awkwardly shuffling his feet against Pinky’s fur. He winced and rubbed his left side, where the constable had bruised him. “Um, how’s your...condition?”

“Hurrrrrrts,” Pinky whimpered. It hurt to even force that out.

Worry flashed in Brain’s eyes, and he patted the thick fur on Pinky’s arm. Pinky couldn’t feel the soothing motion at all. “Pinky, you don’t have to worry about it. Nobody’s dead, so-”

But they were still hurt because of him!

Pinky couldn’t tell Brain that. It was too long and he could barely say single words.

He wanted to thrash around, to take it out on everything he could reach, but he dug his claws into the ground underneath himself instead, letting the asphalt take the brunt of the scary anger that overtook him.

The feeling soon passed.

Brain’s ears drooped. “That was foolish of me,” he mumbled, not meeting Pinky’s eyes.

And there was silence. Pinky cried, too afraid to move. What if he hurt Brain? He didn’t bother wiping the tears away. Brain made some odd sounds, like he wanted to speak words of comfort but couldn’t.

Then he settled for pondering quietly to himself.

“Show me your injured wrist, Pinky,” Brain said, in a tone that left no room for argument.

Obediently, Pinky stretched out his arm.

Through the tears that fell fast and free, Pinky watched Brain crawl down his arm and into his palm. Sitting there like he wasn’t surrounded by claws that could hurt him.

Brain carefully pushed on the bare skin, watching Pinky as he did so. Truth be told, it didn’t hurt much. Then Brain pressed two fingers on a spot below Pinky’s thumb.

“Strong beat,” Brain murmured, like he was trying to assure himself along with Pinky. “Means your heart’s good. That you’re here. With me.”

Brain looked up, and he was crying too.

Brain truly thought so? After all Pinky did?

“Heart’s...good?” Pinky repeated, carefully rubbing Brain’s damp cheek with his thumb.

“In a purely anatomical sense, of course,” Brain coughed. “And what’s more, I...I shouldn’t have put you through this.”

Brain pushed Pinky’s thumb away and slid off his hand, turning his back to Pinky, afraid to let him see his face.

“...I’m sorry.”

With those two simple words, an entire burden lifted off Pinky’s shoulders. Easier to move and breathe and talk. No more worrying about claws and hurting someone with a strength nobody should have.

Snowy white fur replaced green. No more claws and fangs. A size where he could properly wrap Brain in a hug and tell him everything would be okay.

Shedding the last of his extra height and muscle, Pinky walked up to Brain, resting his jaw against the top of Brain’s head like he’d done so many times before.

“Poit,” Pinky whispered, wrapping his arms around Brain. He was careful to avoid the bruise. “It’s okay, Brain.”

Gently, Pinky took Brain’s wrist in his hand. There was a sharp intake of breath from Brain, like he couldn’t believe Pinky was at a normal mouse’s height now. Pinky felt the skin just below Brain’s thumb, resting his fingers just over Brain’s pulse.

It was a strong, steady heartbeat.

“Good heart. And you’re here with me too,” Pinky said.

“...I’ll concoct an antidote when we get back to the lab,” Brain whispered. For once, he didn’t shove Pinky off. Instead, he turned around and nuzzled into Pinky’s chest, clutching his fur tightly like he was afraid Pinky would leave if he let go.

In the distance, Big Ben chimed four.

#pinky and the brain #brain meets brawn au #patb fanfiction #hello my mind's monster obsession we meet again

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genderqueerpositivity · 3 years

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CW: discussion of physical changes from HRT

So I'm right at about 3 and a half months on T now. My T dose was increased after my appointment last month, from 50 mg daily to 75 mg (my T prescription is a compounded cream applied to the skin).

Facial hair is happening pretty fast now. I have a good amount of hair on my chin and neck, and sideburns are coming in nicely. Nothing like a mustache yet though. I had facial hair pre-T, but it was mostly lighter in color and softer than what has now grown in its place.

I've been shaving regularly now. And I think I'm doing a bad job of it, there are so many irritated spots on my face right now. I think I need to buy a better razor.

The new facial hair growth is noticable to others, I've been made fun of for it recently. Also my therapist seems to think it's weird that I shave instead of letting my facial hair grow out. Apparently this means I'm probably not happy with the changes fron HRT or something. Plenty of cis men choose to remove their facial hair and no one questions their gender identity over it, what the fuck.

It's cool that I can grow it. But I even removed my facial hair pre-T, so this shouldn't be a surprise? Plus, having facial hair while having to wear a mask for 8 hours a day is super itchy.

My skin isn't as oily now as it was when I first started T--or maybe I've just gotten used to it? But I am still getting ingrown hairs on every part of my body, which is bad for someone who picks at their skin as much as I do. I think it's all the new hair growth causing this, and nothing that I've tried so far as helped.

Also, body hair. I have it everywhere now. Toes, hands, belly, chest, my back. I actually really like my body hair and I'm keeping it. I still have a lot of chest dysphoria, but I am very happy with my chest hair and that helps.

My last period was 3 weeks late, but still an average length for me (9 days). It was the same week that I increased my T dose, so I guess I'm waiting to see how that will affect it. The big thing worth mentioning is that my cramps weren't nearly as bad this time around and I felt a lot steadier emotionally than I normally would during my periods. I want to see my periods stop entirely in the future.

I haven't noticed anything new with my voice within the past two weeks or so, it seems to be staying how it is for the moment. I love how it's changed so far, so that is fine. My voice passes for male sometimes now!

Also haven't noticed any new bottom growth, sadly. Definitely have noticed an increase in sex drive.

And then there are the things I haven't noticed at all yet: no hair loss, no change in the way my body smells, no fat redistribution, my weight hasn't increased or decreased, and I'm still not having a more difficult time crying.

So that's how things are going now!

#personal #op #hrt journal #menstruation tw #skin picking tw #razor mention tw #gentials tw #weight tw #weight mention tw #weight loss tw

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victoria-daydreams · 3 years

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The Long Way Home

Chapter Five: A Summer Place

AN: Claudia is back babyyyy!!!

Trigger Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.8k

Taglist: @iloveeverything-09, @eiferundruhe, @greatscott--wrongdecade

Chapter Six: Hell Hath No Fury

Claudia's POV

This was not what I was expecting today.

Today was supposed to be another ordinary day, I just returned from the airport an hour ago after dropping my parents off, it was a lovely week of fun spending time with my parents. And at that moment, nothing felt better than falling into a deep sleep, but the weather was too nice for me to nap the day away. The sun was warm enough, watery in the way it was just before the heat of the evening, but there was a slight chill on the breeze that would make you shiver for sure once you got out of the water wet, still it was perfect swimming weather.

Underneath my umbrella, I sat in my chair sipping from my glass of lemonade absently in one hand while my other hand held the latest copy of Jet magazine. This is how a summer day should always be. Refreshing. Cool. And with Andy Williams soothing voice as background noise, god, I almost wanted to dance and laugh and smile and sing all at the same time. For once, I was glad that none of the neighborhood children were begging to play in the pool.

Everything was perfect.

And then it happened.

I was enjoying the serene moment until a sudden rush of emotions gushed up to the forefront of my consciousness. Thrill, excitement, determination, annoyance, and curiosity they all flooded my senses. I could almost feel the tingling of my powers tickling me on my fingertips. But one stood out above all of them.

Guilt.

With the slightest of movement I flicked my fingers immobilizing four out of the five men in my backyard. "Now Hank," I called out, setting down my glass and magazine on a small table next to me. "When I invited you to stop by my house whenever you please, that invitation wasn't extended to a stranger, a wanted criminal, a drug abuser, and a..." I paused, loudly sniffing the air twice. "A dog," I finished, not bothering to turn around.

"I wouldn't have brought them along if this wasn't important," Hank explained. "We need your help Claudia," he added.

"You've go to be kidding me?" I breathed, as released my telekinetic hold. I swung my legs over the side of my lounge chair and slipped on the silk robe that was on back of it. "I let the maids take off one day and look what happens," I complained, rolling my eyes before lifting the needle of my recorder player.

I rose from my seat, sliding my shoes on and with a slow sauntering gait, I walked towards the group. I was thankful for the round, oversized sunglasses that I was wearing, for the dark brown frames hid how my eyes slightly widened at Charles' appearance. Charles looked...well he looked god awful, to be honest. He had always kept himself cleanly shaved, but now he had let his facial hair grow wildly on his face, even his shortly kept brown hair had grown out. And the dark bags under his eyes, it seemed like Charles hasn't a had good night's rest in years.

And Erik, for someone that's been imprisoned underneath The Pentagon he still managed to maintain his handsome, clean shaven, and chiseled face. You would think that the roles had been reversed, that Charles was the one who had been locked up and not Erik by their appearances. Numerous thoughts and feelings threatened to flood my mind, but I didn't allow it. Not yet. I just needed to focus on how to get them to leave.

"Wow, your lady friend is smokin' hot," the silver-haired boy stated, gawking at me in my v-cut one piece swimsuit which had the sides cutout.

I stopped in front of them with my hand on my hip, looking from the unknown man with sideburns to Charles and then Erik. Slowly, I used my free hand to remove my sunglasses from my face, my eyes narrowed.

"Charles," I greeted simply, as Hank shuffled slightly.

Charles stood in shock for a moment staring at me dumbly, probably just in as much shock from seeing me after all these years and how I changed. My long, black locks no longer fell down to my shoulders, but now floated above it in thick, tight curls of my afro. My chestnut brown skin was tanned from the warm summer sun, but still as radiant as ever.

"Y-You look well," Charles complimented smiling slightly, recovering from his lapse of silence, as he stared at me.

"You look like shit," I snorted, letting out a chuckle as I folded my sunglasses up and putting them into my pocket "The years haven't been kind to you have they?" I asked rhetorically, folding my arms together. "Tell me Charles, are you happier now that I'm gone?" I asked mockingly. "It sure doesn't seem like it," I added, really laying it on thick.

"Claudia, we are not here for this," 'Sideburns' grumbled.

I tuned my head slightly to the man, leveling him with a venomous look,"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" I questioned, arching a brow.

My eyes scanned over the man's appearance, he was a little more than six feet tall, and was probably in his early or mid thirties. He had to be military or ex-military because he was built like a soldier, his muscles seemed to be harder than a tree from the way his clothes clung to him. Dark brown sideburns came down his face which reached his cheeks along with a five o'clock shadow. Anger seemed to ooze out of this man's pores. I knew he could take care of his self in a fight if such an event were to ever occur.

"My name is Logan," he answered, his blue eyes burning like two hot coals as he stared into mine.

"Are you sure it's not Dog?" I asked, a wry grin appearing on my lips as I watched this man's jaw clench. "You know with the sideburns the similarities are...uncanny," I stated, shaking my head and focusing my attention to Hank who was next to me, and was about to open his mouth. "I could call the authorities you know?" I said, cutting Hank off. "Erik's bounty would fetch a substantial payout," I noted, tapping my index finger on my cheek, thinking.

"You seem to be getting on well enough as it is," Erik replied, flicking his chin out in regards to my home.

I raised my eyebrow, "So why settle for less?" I asked cheekily.

He scoffed in disbelief, "You would actually sell me out?" Erik asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm just doing my patriotic duty Erik," I answered, raising my hands up and shrugging.

"Claudia," Hank called softly, and I looked back over to him. "I know that you have every reason to be upset right now, but please hear us out," Hank pleaded.

"We need your help Claudia," Logan stated.

"Then go hire a maid," I retorted, waving him off.

Logan growled in frustration, "Do you know how much trouble we been through just to break Erik out of the Pentagon and now to get you?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

I slid my hands into my robe pockets, "Sounds like a personal problem," I replied, shrugging again. "I didn't force you to do any of this," I pointed out with a grin.

Logan's hand clenched itself in a tight fist, "Listen lady, I've had-" He gritted out.

"No, you listen!" I interrupted, stepping closer to him. "I don't know who the hell you think are to think that you can waltz into my backyard and start making demands of me," I sassed, looking Logan up and down. I stepped in front of Hank and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hank, under any other circumstance I would be happy to see you, or even help you. But due to the fact that there are some..." I trailed, looking back at Erik and Charles. "Undesirable individuals with you," I continued, focusing my attention back to Hank. "If I were to join this little party of yours it would never work. You see Hank, I live a very comfortable life now and I'm not giving it up for the likes of them," I finished, shaking my head.

"But it's not for them Claudia, it's for humanity itself. We're trying to save the world," Hank explained, giving me a pleading look.

"Hmmm," I hummed, a sardonic smile on my lips as I shook my head again. "Funny, they said the same thing in 1962," I remembered. "Truly Hank, it was nice to see you after all these years," I smiled, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before removing my hand and turning to face the men behind me. "But, it's time for you and your guests to leave. You have overstayed your welcome," I said, gesturing to the backyard gate. "Safe travels," I added, spinning on my heel and moving past Hank toward my backdoor.

"You're just going to let her go?" I heard Logan ask. "To hell with this," he grumbled.

"Logan don't-"

I went to take another step forward, but a calloused hand roughly grabbed my wrist, spinning me around and making our bodies bump into each other.

"We're not going anywhere until you fully hear us out!" Logan exclaimed, as I glared at him. "I'm not sure what it is about you that makes Charles and Erik so subdue, but I'm not them. I'm not afraid of you!" he announced, keeping his grip tight around my wrist.

Instinctively, my free hand bawled itself into a fist cloaked in a violet aura as a scowl made its way onto my face.

"Uhh...mister her hand is glowing," The silver-haired boy informed, as I swung a powerful blow to Logan's jaw, his body crumpling on the lawn.

"They're not scared, they just know better," I corrected, spreading my fingers out and the aura spread from my hand to encasing Logan's limbs. Forcefully, I planted my foot down onto Logan's chest, tilting my head as I looked down at him. "But you? Why in the world would you be? I'm nothing to be afraid of, as you can obviously tell. I'm far too small to be any threat to a big, strong man like you," I mocked, pressing my foot down even harder and Logan glared daggers at me.

"Claudia-" Charles began, but I just lifted one finger silencing him.

"Typically, I wouldn't be opposed to ripping your limbs off right now," I explained, stretching my fingers out slightly and Logan grunted at the modest tugs at his extremities. "But, I would hate to get this freshly mowed lawn all bloody. One of the neighborhood boys worked so hard on it," I commented. "Now, like I said before, it's time for you to go," I enunciated slowly, hoping that it would get through that thick skull of his.

I removed my foot from Logan's chest, shooting him one more glare before I walked to the backdoor. As I opened the backdoor to my home I released my hold on Logan's appendages.

"Wow Charles, you sure know how to pick them," Logan drawled sarcastically.

And with a wave of my hand I forcefully shut the door behind me.

Chapter Seven: A Woman Scorned

#x-men fanfiction #black fanfiction #x-men fanfic #charles xavier fanfiction #charles xavier x oc #black!oc #magneto x oc #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr fanfiction #erik lehnsherr x oc #erik lehnsherr x reader #charles xavier x reader #black!reader #x men fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Shen Wei Serving Lewks, Part 4

(Masterpost)

Housekeeping Notes

1. From this post onward there will be light spoilers, for the show and vaguely for the sexy parts of the novel, so I'm going to tag future posts in the series with "guardian spoilers." (This here post is not tagged that way because if it was and you filter that, you wouldn’t see this note)

2. Shen Wei's cosplay looks will get their own post later. This includes Black Robe Dude, Resentful Sibling Dude, and Baby Shen Wei.

Look 16

This look...this look is a lot. It’s the blue plaid suit ensemble we’ve seen before, but MOAR.

Is that a frickin cravat around Shen Wei’s neck? It is. Are those his favorite collar stiffeners? Yepper. Is he about to kick some ass? You betcha.

Here Shen Wei is wearing the ensemble with his favorite accessory: Zhao Yunlan’s head on his shoulder.

This look needs to take a second to gather itself after witnessing that moment of pure tenderness.

Indoors, Shen Wei takes the jacket off to reveal a handsome vest ensemble that sets of his trim ribcage to excellent effect.

This look has dark blue arm garters and...*record scratch*

Gentlepersons, Shen Wei’s shy professorial hip is wearing a...chain? With beads on it?

(More behind the cut!)

There is no wallet on it. There are no keys on it.

There is nothing attached to this elegant beaded chain except Shen Wei’s ass.

[the previous shutdown was unexpected. OP is rebooting]

...This chain says things. This chain says, Shen Wei came to WERK, whether the occasion calls for VFX-enhanced Wuxia moves or wifely congee-making.

This chain says: Shen Wei is going to lay you on the bed with a pillow beneath your face head, tenderly remove your boots, and then rock you to the very core of your being. By cleaning your apartment.

Look 17

Look 16 was a tough act to follow, and Look 17 doesn’t even try.

I mean...what is even happening here? Shen Wei has unbuttoned his entire collar, which is an intriguing idea, but the yacht club stripes have returned, this time in the spot that is normally reserved for an arm garter.

Shen Wei has taken off his glasses, revealing his perfectly sculpted face and his warm eyes and his adorable Spock sideburns. But he has also combed his bangs forward and that needs to not happen ever again, ok? Not for another 10,000 years at least. It's nice that he's deeply in love neighbors with a man who can wear bangs and still look extremely fuckable, but that is is not a transferrable ability.

I’m pretty sure Look 17 is what brought down Viki.com yesterday and delayed my screencapping for this post.

Look 18

This outfit is perfect for roughing it in some very tough woods that I assume are the C-Drama equivalent of that one sorta-woodsy place in Vancouver where they film US and Canadian science fiction shows.

This is Shen Wei roughing it in the butchest look he could find without raiding Zhao Yunlan’s laundry. It features blue jeans! And a black tee shirt with reversed seams. The buttoned-on plaid sleeves presumably came from a lumberjack that Shen Wei murdered on his way up this mountain hill incline.

The sleeves are questionable, particularly with their enormous buttons, but the collar and the slate grey color are definitely working. This is a good look for the top 1/4 of Shen Wei.

He finishes out the outfit with black kicks with immaculate white soles. Also, there seems to be a metal detail on the back pocket of the jeans, because of course there is, but I couldn’t get a good cap of it. Shen Wei’s ass is criminally underrepresented in this episode.

Another tender head-shoulder moment, this time featuring a hideous pillow. You just know Zhao Yunlan bought that pillow.

Look 19

Look 19 is just Look 18 plus Zhao Yunlan's North Face Jacket. This jacket is a whole look of its own; it encompasses two men.

The jacket belongs to Zhao Yunlan, even though The North Face implies a mountain which means it should really belong to Shen Wei, since his name means something something mountain. It also implies a cliff, the sort of thing a person might get flung off of in a life-altering way, *cough cough.*

Zhao Yunlan looks...fine in his North Face jacket. No, really. It's fine. He's a handsome man, and it's a perfectly fine, square-shaped jacket with tired shoulders. There is nothing wrong with this jacket. Zhou Yunlan looks....fine.

Then Zhou Yunlan puts the jacket on Shen Wei.

On Shen Wei, the North Face jacket suddenly has a popped collar and an asymmetric zipper. Look how pleased he is with his ability to make any damn thing look sexy.

For the rest of the trip, Shen Wei is happily wearing his boyfriend's North Face jacket and working it.

Shen Wei is hypnotizing chicks in this jacket.

Shen Wei is out here literally slaying in this jacket.

Here he is fighting a really bad CGI monster. Rather than screen capping the monster. I replaced it with floating text of the word "Monster" and I think it looks more convincing that way. They spent the whole budget on Shen Wei's clothes, ok?

Continued in Part 5!

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fleckcmscott · 4 years

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The Vanity

Summary: Arthur tries to get ready for work. Y/N joins him.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Words: 3,774

A/N: This request comes from the marvelous brain of @ithinkimawriter. Again, thanks to @sweet-nothings04 for beta-reading!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

After he started street performing and getting gigs again, Arthur found he needed a better place to put his supplies for work. The two small shelves in the bathroom were already covered by his and Y/N's toiletries, so they didn't fit there. He'd been keeping it all in a plastic bag in the closet, but that wasn't ideal. The enclosed space had a tendency to get too hot due to how the heat worked in the apartment, which made his make-up dry out. And the brushes were getting damaged because of improper storage.

Having to borrow money from her wasn't the only reason he was hesitant to mention he would prefer a vanity. Y/N would often sit on the closed lid of the toilet, watching him lean over the sink while he applied greasepaint to his face. If he had his own work area, he assumed she'd probably hold back from him when he was in it, like she did when he was in his writing nook. It was one of the ways she showed him respect. But he loved her keeping him company when he'd get in costume, how they would discuss the day and plan for the evening.

She'd begun asking more about his job, seeming to be genuinely interested in it. They were simple questions: how long he'd been a clown ("About ten years. Maybe twelve?"); what he liked best about it ("Every day is different. And making kids laugh."); and what the hardest part was. He pondered on what answer he could give, one that was accurate, but wouldn't cause her concern. He hadn't wanted to tell her he still had to deal with mean people (though incidents were seldom and he was better at handling them). If he did that, she'd probably insist on riding with him, despite his reassurances he could take care of himself. "The commute can be rough," he'd admitted. Then he'd bent down to her and tapped her nose lightly with the tip of his brush. "It's good knowing I have you to come home to." Her wide smile and gleaming squint had been full of adoration, in spite of her reaching for a tissue to wipe her face.

Eventually he told her, though. "There's a cosmetic table at Donahue's Department Store," he said, giving her the flyer they'd gotten in the mail as he sunk onto the sofa cushion beside her. He pointed at the picture of the vanity, with its dark brown veneer and two drawers on both sides of the sitting area. The oval mirror had sides that folded in at an adjustable angle, which, he explained, would make it easier for him to ensure the white base covered every part of his face. "We could put it on my side of the bed. By the window. It's only a couple feet long, a foot deep. I already measured the space."

She looked intrigued. "Mr. Fleck, you want to put a giant mirror next to our bed?" The glint in her eye was obvious.

He blinked at her. "I need a space to put my make-up. The lighting will be better there."

Studying the page, she leaned her head on him, a smirk in her voice. "Of course."

He wondered why she was joking around when he was being serious. But he continued with what he had to say. "I don't want you to stop watching me get ready if we buy it. It'd be yours, too. It's not expensive. But- But I'd need to borrow a little from you. I could pay you ba-"

"Don't start with that," she interrupted. "I'll call them right now." With a kiss to his shoulder, she got up and walked to the phone. He eagerly waited in the kitchen entrance, worrying his pockets while she sat on the counter making notes. Then she hung up and gave him the good news: the store would be able to deliver it Friday afternoon, cash-on-delivery, fully assembled for a small fee. Arthur grabbed his wallet, took out all $22, and shoved it at her until she rolled her eyes and stuck it in an envelope for the payment. "I'll put a couple mascaras in there," she said wryly. "Then maybe you'll stop worrying about the money."

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The party would be starting at 1:00 PM. Arthur had to hop on the red line from Burnley, transfer to the blue line in Hinckley, then take the train to Gotham Village. The commute would be just under an hour if there were no delays (which had become more frequent ever since the prior year's budget cuts). Gary had assured him he didn't have to worry. He'd worked for a friend of the family before and they were nice people. The kid liked magic tricks and balloon animals. It'd be easy. And he'd be home for the Saturday Night Made-for-TV movie Y/N wanted to catch with him. (Courtroom dramas weren't his thing, but he wouldn't miss the chance to settle his arm around her and pretend to be engrossed.)

Sitting at the vanity, with its round stool and solid, cream color cushion, made him feel like a professional getting ready to face the day. Even if he was a clown. The light shining through the sheer, muslin curtains of their bedroom was bright enough to get started. After removing his shirt and raking his brown locks back, he dabbed the brush in his pot of white foundation. The bristles ran across his forehead and strong brow in even lines, over the straight bridge and rounded tip of his nose, then down his right temple, careful not to get the pigment in his sideburn. Tilting his head and holding steady, he painted curved, smooth strokes over his sharp cheekbone, down to his jawline, then repeated the motions on the left side of his face. His mouth parted as he colored the area under his nose, his thin lips, and chin. When the paint was distributed evenly, he blended it with a sponge, using small, circular motions.

Y/N's soft footsteps approached as he finished the blue triangles above and below his left eye. "What kind of sandwich do you want to take with you?" she asked from the bedroom doorway.

That turned the corner of his mouth up. Whenever Arthur had a job around lunch, she packed him something to eat. He hadn't yet gotten use to being taken care of. The attention made him feel self-conscious. He wasn't certain he'd ever believe he deserved it. But more and more often, he found himself able to simply appreciate her thoughtfulness. "Anything will be okay. Wait - do we have turkey?"

"Yeah. I'll make it soon." He watched her in the mirror as she walked up behind him and sat on his side of the bed. "You don't have to leave for a couple hours," she said, working on her thumbnail with a file. "I'm surprised you’re in here already."

It was a bit early to be preparing for the gig, but he didn't want to be late. If these people really were as gracious as Gary claimed, maybe he'd be able to perform again at their next party. Or they'd recommend him to other families. Then he'd definitely be able to pay off the ring he was buying Y/N and give it to her in October, as he'd planned. He finished working on the triangle under his right eye, having already done the one on his brow. "I wanna make sure I get it right," he said. "I used to do it every day."

She got up and propped herself on the edge of the table, dropping the emery board on it. "You're much better at that than I am," she said as he drew the outline of an exaggerated smile, then filled it in. "I'm lucky I don't poke my eye out with my liner."

Chuckling, he let his gaze flit up to hers before continuing. It was difficult not to be distracted by her proximity; she was pretty even in her casual, weekend outfit. The black, white-seamed tank top showed off the contours of her breasts. And its slits, stopping just above her hips, enticed him. Glancing at her legs, he admired the curves exposed by her matching, form-fitting track shorts. The stray hairs on her calves were few, leftovers from her electric razor - he’d have to remind her to change the blade.

She scooted closer. "Do you know how beautiful you are in that?" she said, indicating his make-up. "You took my breath away when I first saw it. Well, that paired with your good hair."

A scoff left him as he put red eyebrows midway up his forehead. The paint helped him get into character. But he was aware his visage was more weathered than most thirty-five year old men. And he disliked how the color would accentuate the lines and crevices in his face. "It shows my wrinkles," he murmured, to himself as much as to her.

"I love your wrinkles," she said. "And your squishy cheeks." Then she cupped his face. He recoiled almost instantly, grasping her hand. A bit of paint had gotten on her. "Oops, I smudged you." Before he could protest, she grabbed the white brush from the jar behind her and perched herself on him. It caught him off guard. But after a few seconds, he put his left arm around her waist to steady her.

The tension in his body grew and his eyelids drifted shut. The bristles tickled with Y/N controlling them - he'd never had someone else do his make-up before. The wet of the paint and the weight of her on his lap reminded him of one of his earliest fantasies of her. He'd imagined bringing her to HaHa's and showing her off to his co-workers. (In particular, Randall, that asshole who'd been married and divorced twice, constantly complained about his exes and whoever he was seeing, and probably didn't even know what a clit was.) Even though they'd made fun of him, and he didn't understand all their comments about women, he could have proven he was worthy of a girlfriend.

Arthur sighed. He didn't like how the tenderness she was showing him prompted his thinking to go to such a bitter place. Especially since he felt he was doing better and believed he was moving on. Not wanting to spoil the lovely morning he was having with her, he concentrated on the physical space around him, the way Dr. Ludlow had taught him. He focused on the warmth of Y/N's form on his thighs, the hint of her pleasing natural scent over the chalky smell of the greasepaint, the way her fingers curled on his chest as she tried to fix the smear she'd made. The burning in his shoulders alerted him to the fact that he was flushing, and he ducked his head slightly.

It wasn't the best moment to get aroused - he really did want to get ready for work. But then she leaned into him, her breasts flush with his torso, and his heartbeat quickened. Her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of her top prompted him to slowly trace the hem of her shorts. With his blood rushing to his groin, he nearly didn't hear her sound of displeasure. "What?" he rasped.

"I'm making this worse."

He moved to look past her, in the mirror. The carefully formed triangle still had a wide base, but one side was uneven, the tapering causing it to look like an icicle. He shook his head and seized the brush, pretending to be annoyed. "This is why I started early."

"Really?" she replied, tousling his hair. A couple stray curls fell onto his forehead. "I was hoping it was so we'd have time." The slight scrape of her nails on his scalp, and the invitation in her eyes made his mouth run dry.

Since they'd gotten together, he'd been learning his boundaries and figuring out what he liked. Y/N was understanding and patient, and happily answered any questions he could bring himself to ask. And when he misinterpreted something or made a mistake, she accepted it with humor. Her easy manner and generosity healed any embarrassment, even when he needed a few minutes to stop being flustered.

Making love with his clown face on wasn't something they had discussed. But if she wanted to, he wasn't opposed. He huffed, put the brush on the table, then let his fingertips slide down her neck. When she adjusted her legs and bumped his erection, he dipped under the strap of her shirt. "Time for what?" He hoped he sounded confident enough to tease her. The kiss she gave him was urgent but he drew back. "This stuff doesn't taste good," he warned.

"I don't care," she breathed, dipping to his mouth again, arms going around him. At that, he reached up her shorts, in a hurry to have her as close to him as possible. Lips continuing to pull at hers, he helped her stand and take them off, along with her underwear. He wanted to watch as she straddled him, but her kisses were demanding, and he was losing the ability to think clearly. Instead, he palmed her ass, savoring the feel of her slow but enthusiastic undulations against his length. Eventually, she broke away from him, pressing her forehead to his. "I made a mess," she giggled.

He looked down between them. The stain of her slick had gotten on the front of his blue pants, its faint whiteness shining in the bright sunlight. "Oh..." He licked his upper lip at the sight and shuddered. "Y/N?"

"Yes?"

One of her requests had been that he attempt to be more explicit, to tell her what he wanted. He might as well try it again now. Swallowing thickly, he forced the words out. "I need to fuck you."

The light laugh that left her was delighted. "I'm right here," she purred as she helped him shed her shirt.

Once it was gone, he lifted her off him and sat her on the vanity, suddenly overcome with the need to take her. He threaded his fingers through her hair, angling his head upwards to tangle his tongue with hers. The grip she had on his biceps was almost bruising but he loved it. It made her inexplicable desire for him tangible. Slowly, he traced down over her stomach to hold her hips. His mouth reached her chest, and he panted between his sucking of her nipples and open-lipped kisses on her breasts.

He backed away, taking in the make-up he'd smeared on her body and face. The possession he felt at that shocked him, but he enjoyed it all the same. Then he gazed down at her core with hooded eyes and groaned. She was beautiful, splayed before him like she was, her center red, swollen, and so wet her arousal was on her thighs. He placed his palm on the crease of her thigh, licking his lip as he stretched to toy with her engorged clit. Her grip moved to his shoulder as she jerked up into his touch. He nuzzled her sternum as he continued, rapidly moving the pad of his thumb back and forth over the sensitive nub. The motions of her pelvis quickened, matching his fervor. But as his lips began to trail down to her abdomen, she stopped him. "I want to come with you in me."

After gathering himself, he stood and slipped out of his trousers and briefs. He bent to pick them up and put them on the bed, and she hopped off the vanity and turned around. It confused him at first. But then she braced herself on the table with her forearms. “Come on,” she whispered.

The sight of her bowed over like that, asking him to fill her, was undeniably arousing. But this was something new. They'd been exploring gradually. Despite his complete trust in her, he had to question it. “It’s- It’s hard to see you this way. Your face.”

“That’s what the mirror’s for.” Her eyes were wicked when they met his in the glass.

Ah. He chuckled, feeling silly for not knowing that. Then she pressed back, the swell of her buttocks nudging his hard-on. When she held herself open for him, he stopped doubting. Letting the clutch of her walls and her soft moans guide him, he slowly entered her.

When he was engulfed in her completely, he stilled and gazed at the mirror. The reflection made him snort - his greasepaint was smeared all over, the white, red, and blue smudged together inseparably, much like their two bodies. It was odd to see himself standing there - he wasn't sure if he liked it. So he blinked down at her face; he held his breath. He hadn’t even done anything, and she looked like she was about to get off. Then he felt the flicker of her fingertips on his cock. Reaching around her and between her legs, he said, “Let me.” She obliged, allowing him to entwine their fingers as she stroked herself.

Her words came out as a whimper. “Arthur...” She pushed towards him. “I need you to move.”

Eagerly, he withdrew and bucked into her, grunting and quickly speeding up. But he was too clumsy and slipped out of her. They both laughed as she grasped him and lined him up with her entrance. “Just go easy,” she said. “Don’t pull out too far.” Concentrating, he put his other hand on her hip and did his best to control the shallow rocking of his hips. The one or two inches of friction wasn’t enough for him; it seemed to be working for her, though. But it was hard to maintain his rhythm when the sound of her ass and thighs hitting him was making him want to lose himself completely.

Releasing her hand, he straightened a bit and allowed his gaze to rove over her. She was writhing beneath him, bent forward as she chased her pleasure. His touch ghosted up her spine, gentle along the faint knobs (much less prominent than his) under her smooth skin. Kneading her left shoulder, he looked at her reflection. Her head was tilted back, her brows stitched together as she strove back towards him. The lips he loved to kiss parted with every whine. And her breasts swayed with each thrust, their stiff peaks grazing the surface of the table.

A groan escaped him. He’d seen her expression contort in bliss a lot at this point. But it felt voyeuristic, watching her like this. Almost as if the mirror separated them in spite of their joining. A shiver went up him at the thrill of it, and he plunged faster, his palm on her side pulling her towards him. She met him, move for move, even as her hips stuttered, and he felt the familiar spasm of her muscles start around him. He drove inside her, hard, when she fell apart, and stayed buried deep while she rode out her climax. It wasn’t easy to do, the pulsing grip of her core nearly inducing him to move. She sobbed, her frame curling as she lowered her head to her vanity. Gasping, she squeezed his hand on her shoulder. The trembling of her legs caught his attention, so he rubbed her thigh soothingly and kissed her.

Once she’d relaxed, he left her body long enough to turn her around, set her on the table, and fill her again. Now he wasn’t patient. His lips devoured her mouth as he rutted within her, her walls around his hard cock flooding his senses. He hoped he’d never get use to this. At the building tautness of his muscles, he propped himself up on the vanity and grit his teeth. One of her hands held his hip, the other digging the small of his back, guiding him as he fucked her with abandon. “Arthur, don��t stop."

His movements faltered when her legs encircled his waist, then sudden, white hot fire consumed him. Everything disappeared as he moaned in the crook of her neck - everything that wasn't her. She gripped him tightly, her soft "Yes" caressing his ear and his heart. His toes curled into the carpet and his pelvis locked with hers, his essence pouring inside her, his length throbbing, surrounded by her heat.

Finally, he was able to straighten and catch his breath. He could feel her smile against his temple, and he patted her flank gently before he withdrew from her. First he sat on the edge of the bed, then let himself lay down and raked his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes. That had been intense. And a work out. He could feel the sweat on his scalp. He’d have to shower again.

He hadn’t realized Y/N had stepped out until she reclined next to him and pressed a warm washcloth to his forehead. “Sorry about your make-up.”

“I think I can forgive you,” he laughed. His fingertips dragged up her side as he looked at her washed face in wonder. The gentle way she was dabbing at him, the love she radiated, would never stop being remarkable. This was one of the moments she made him believe he was the luckiest man in Gotham, despite the wretchedness that had been most of his life, and the conditions he struggled with.

Arthur accepted the cloth from her and sat up, watching as she stood and washed the vanity's surface. “Did you like it?” she asked.

“Yes.” He wiped the greasepaint from his skin. “Were you always like this?”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder. “Like what?”

Unsure how to describe it, he gestured at her vaguely. “I dunno. Out there?”

"Out there?" she snorted. "I think you mean vocal." With a shake of her head, she knelt in front of him and rested her forearms on his knees. “That came with experience. And you may not be. That's fine. You'll figure it out.” Then she nuzzled at his nose. “It helps when you're with the right person.”

His chest swelled at that description of him, that she regarded him as such, and he put his arm around her. “Yeah,” he said quietly. Then he quirked a brow at her, touching the marks his paint had left on her chest. “Does this mean you have a thing for clowns?”

The tickling of his ribs wasn’t entirely unexpected. “No." She nestled against him and kissed his jaw. "I have a thing for you.”

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lu-undy · 4 years

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New Sniper/Spy short - Fleur and Mundy

They are OCs that belong to @pupsismydog @slysnyguy. Fleur is a deaf Spy and Mundy is Sniper. I hope this does the job!

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"Right, I think we're here."

Mundy turned to Fleur. He had fallen asleep on the road, the vibrations of the van rocking him to sleep. He stared at him and smiled.

Fleur was already innocent when he was awake. He always looked up at Mundy with round eyes, shining shyly. But now that he was asleep, he looked even more defenseless. His eyebrows were arched a bit higher than usual.

Mundy put a hand on his shoulder slowly and tapped lightly. Fleur opened his eyes and saw Mundy nodding to go outside. He nodded back and got out.

The end of the afternoon was beautiful with its warm colours in the sky. Fleur stared at the thin threads of clouds stretching here and there until a hand took his. It was Mundy's. They walked on the fresh grass for a while, between the tall trees.

Fleur liked those trips to the forest and even though he couldn't hear, Mundy would be his ears. He would hear the birds chirp and point at them for Fleur to catch a glimpse before they fly away. He would hear the wind blow through the leaves and point upwards and as Fleur raised his head, Mundy would let his fingertips run on the back of his hand to make him feel what his ears couldn't.

They walked and walked until they came in a clearing. Mundy dropped his vest down and sat down before pulling Fleur's hand to do the same. Fleur nodded and sat next to his lover. He leaned on him, on his shoulder and smiled as he closed his eyes. The grass was damp. It had rained. Mundy knew Fleur would hate getting his clothes dirty, and that's why Mundy had laid the vest down.

Mundy turned his head and left a kiss in Fleur hair. He tapped his hand and Fleur looked at him. Mundy signaled for him to scoot closer. Fleur did as he was told and Mundy laid down on the grass.

The intrigued Spy looked down with an eyebrow up, like a question mark. Mundy gestured him to lay down too and Fleur obeyed but soon he felt Mundy's hand on his head, guiding him to lay his head on the Aussie's chest, right below his jaw. Fleur rested there for a while, enjoying the soft touch of Mundy's fingers in his hair and the warmth of his body.

Suddenly, Fleur felt vibrations.

"Fleur… I know you can't hear me but I need to talk to you."

Fleur closed his eyes. He knew Mundy was talking and he loved the feeling of it. He loved that even if he couldn't hear, Mundy didn't mind it and would most of the time talk to him anyway. He had a reasonable, basic level of sign language that Fleur was trying to help him improve. But with the ears of his imagination, Fleur listened to Mundy, his delicious, kind voice.

"You're a nice bloke. I don't care what the others say about you. I don't care that you can't hear me cause it's not true. You can hear me, you just don't use your ears to listen, and that's fine. Hell, you might hear even more than what us 'normal' people can. Maybe… Maybe we're all missing a lot cause we rely too much on just hearin', I don't know."

Mundy smiled before continuing.

"Or maybe I'm saying shite, eh? Who knows?" He scratched Fleur's scalp slowly. "I guess… I guess what I'm sayin' is thanks. Before you, I'd just be that lone lunatic in a van. I wouldn't talk to anyone and no one would talk to me. But you're different. You talk to me. Actually, you even teach me how to talk to you… Sign language. It's funny. I used to always be shite at languages, at school and stuff. But you managed to give me a good level of it."

Fleur was smiling as he revelled in the deep vibrations of Mundy's voice.

"Look… You can't hear but I used to not listen. Now I do. Hell, I even extra-listen. I hear for both you and me! Some folks would find it tiring I guess."

Fleur put his hand on Mundy's chest and lightly scratched the polo shirt.

"But I don't. I think… I think you also taught me to listen more, not that I was the talkin' type to start with, but still. Now when I hear, I also listen, I pay attention. Each little noise I want to share with you, make you discover everything."

Mundy paused. He thought he had put Fleur to sleep like the van did earlier but no, soon enough he saw a head peek in his field of view. He smiled and tapped the tip of Fleur's nose playfully, which made the Frenchman pull on his nose, smile and blush.

Mundy chuckled and put his hands on Fleur's face. He pulled it down and kissed his lips.

"Hm?!" Fleur was surprised. Mundy was so spontaneous. It wasn't the first nor the last time that he would surprise him that way. But after the surprise subsided, he melted into the embrace and straddled Mundy's silhouette to be more comfortable.

When Mundy broke the kiss, he looked up at Fleur, his very light blue eyes, his deep pink cheeks. And Fleur dived. He kissed Mundy, staying longer and longer. Mundy released the grip he had onto reality and let himself go. He felt the softness of Fleur, his delicateness and his own arms fell limply to the ground.

Fleur could have done anything he wanted to the hunter, anything. Mundy couldn't resist. The only thing he felt was his lips, slickly dancing with Fleur's and his heart pounding in his chest. His hands and feet he had lost…

Fleur removed his gloves and let his naked fingers feel Mundy's stingy cheeks on his stubble, his sideburns and soon, they glided through his hair and grasped it.

Their lips lapped and Fleur couldn't hear the noise they made. Mundy's hair was ruffled and Fleur couldn't hear the locks bend and fold.

But God, could he use his lips…

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Mundy's for a moment before hugging his head dearly. Mundy laced his hands around Fleur's waist and pulled him close.

"I love you, Fleur."

Fleur's head popped up and he looked down at Mundy. He signed.

Me too.

#tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #sniperspy

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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I really appreciate the Bakugo headcannons about the hair. I have pcos and the side effect of extra hair. I have it on my stomach, butt, thighs, sides of my face, and the past few years it's started growing longer, noticeable hair under my chin/along my neck, so I literally have a mini neck beard. I've dealt with it since puberty and its something that makes me think I'll never find love. I want it gone, but I've tried shaving and all that and it just comes back worse. My only hope is some form of permanent hair removal, but thats expensive. I get really sad when thinking about it. All these fic are like "he slid his hand up your silky smooth legs", but I'll never have that. My legs will always be hairy, what guy would want to run their hands up that. Who wants to look down and see a woman with a neck beard, horrible unruly sideburns, dark thick hair running up to her belly button. Noone. It hurts too that my mom mentions it every now and then. "It looks really bad." "You gotta do something about it." "I told you not to mess with it, it just makes it look worse". It makes me cry, because she tells me to do something about it, but if I try then it comes back worse and then she tells me I shouldn't have done it because I know it comes back worse? I love her, but it hurts hahaha.

Anon!! I’m really glad you appreciated them, I hope I was able to do you some justice and offer a little bit of relief. im always trying to make sure my writing is inclusive for everyone, and that includes things like skin color, body hair, weight, etc… so if you ever want me to do more, or include certain stuff in requests, or even just have suggestions for how I can do better next time, I always want to hear them!

I honesty find it super weird that most fics present the reader as “small,” or “delicate” or “cute” or anything of the sort… because even tho I understand how/why some people find that appealing… that is not the only way that the concept of shyness can or does manifest itself... or how people physically look.

The truth is, no matter how cute or tiny or unblemished somebody is or wants to be, we, as humans, aren’t all like that and often can’t be. AND THAT IS OKAY! Being those things does not make you any more lovable or worth it than anyone else, and presenting such ideas in fics just enforces the idea that those characteristics are what makes someone desirable, which really just isn’t true… like… at all. And as fun as that can be for a while (because it is fun to feel cutesy or whatever), it’s actually pretty damaging and annoying.

(Im def not saying fic writers are bad or mean for using such tropes, especially since I’m sure ive done used them, too…. i’m just saying that at this point, its kinda too widespread)

Even though I know I can offer you very little relief… I just want you to know that you are not dirty, gross, ugly, unattractive, unlovable, ANYTHING, because you are hairy. Anyone who says otherwise is a WEAK, PUSSY ASS BITCH who has never had a real problem in their life and is doing you a favor by weeding themselves out.

The people who really matter (and real men, for that matter), don’t want or need you to change yourself, and they are out there just waiting to love you, even if you haven’t found them yet. DO NOT EVER SETTLE.

Honestly I’m not gonna go into it any further bc I have too many thoughts but the whole conversation around body hair just pisses me off. PEOPLE HAVE HAIR ON THEIR BODIES and If u expect otherwise or are mean abt it… you are a fucking pinhead.

(This includes bitches who are like: “I dont care if you have hair, I just personally prefer to shave!!” .... don’t care didnt ask plus how does it feel to be a slave to the patriarchy? Is eating internalized misogyny for breakfast every day really that delicious?)

anyway…. It’s not, nor will ever be, your responsibility to cater to losers who dont understand how the human body, and by extension, your medical condition works. You dont owe anyone an explanation, and one day you will definitely find the right people to hang out with, and a comfortable solution for your hair!!

One of the reasons I like BNHA is because I know for a fact those boys don’t care about SHIT!!!!! They do not have the time or energy to care about someone only for their looks…. and I know this might seem unbelievable or opportunistic, but I literally think abt the fact that the bnha boys like body hair every day… and I have come up with reasons that back my opinions up for ALL OF THEM (soooo… ask me abt them some time LOL)

(Also im sorry bc this is rude… but im definitely omw to smack the shit out of ur mom…. that attitude is sooooooo rank and nasty lol… even if u love her.. I DON’T and she owes you money for laser if she’s really gonna make comments like that)

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tepidjasminetea · 3 years

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A nostalgia retrospective at Frozen

I was of the generation that grew up with frozen as the defining childhood event, I think that says a lot about my age, I remember watching the movie in the theatre with my mom and having my little popcorn in one hand and my little cup of fizzy drink in another and being amazed by our lord and savior Elsa of Arendelle. Saying that this movie changed my little barely developed frontal lobe is an understatement, it fucking penetrated it and all I could think about for months on end was Frozen. While writing the script for this I listened to Let it Go and inexplicably I had flashbacks of little petite me compulsively almost replaying that song. Remembering the hold of that movie on me and people of my age during that time feels unreal, it honestly seems like Disney sprinkled in a bit of crack into that song. My general thoughts when I watched it in theatres was that this film was perfect in every sense and Elsa was the hottest woman alive.

Recap

Before I dive into the video, I will give a brief background or refresh of the film for the three people who haven’t seen it and those who haven’t seen it in like seven years since its release. Frozen is a 2013 animated movie made by Disney, there’s Anna the cute and clumsy ginger sister, Elsa the sister that Disney made approximately half a million dollars off of merchandise, Kristoff the furry that talks to reindeer, Olaf a snowman, and Hans the evil ginger. The story centers on Anna and Elsa; as a child, Elsa accidentally hit Anna in the head with her ice magic while playing with her. To fix Anna’s brain essentially she had to have all her memories of Elsa’s magic removed. So from that incident onward, Anna doesn’t know about Elsa’s powers, and because of the incident, Elsa started to distance herself. So the sisters barely have any contact for the fifteen or so odd years. The sisters are reunited on Elsa’s coronation day and Anna sings a song about open doors and finally getting to meet people again that hits different in 2021. Anna pisses Elsa off because she wants to marry a ginger man with sideburns. They fight and in the heat of the moment Elsa shoots ice at her sister. The secret is out and Elsa is overwhelmed so she runs away to the mountains to build her ice castle and we get the song that won Disney ‘Best Original Song’ at the Oscars. Anna gets on a horse and goes to search for her sister in the northern mountains. Then her horse fucks off and she finds her way to a convenience store? Is that what you would call it? And she meets our lovely golden retriever boy Kristoff and for a pickaxe, some rope, and some carrots for his reindeer, he agrees to take our cute little ginger north. On the way, they find Olaf who is a sentient snowman that Elsa created with her magic. They go to Elsa’s castle and Anna tries to convince Elsa to return to their home and to make it summer again. I don’t know why she would want that since winter is the superior season. Anyways Elsa is unconvinced and still wants to be a hermit. Anna pushes a little too hard, we get a lovely duet between the sisters and then Elsa blasts Anna’s heart. Oh no Anna’s poor heart is starting to freeze as her hair slowly turns white. Kristoff brings Anna to the trolls that treated Anna’s head all those years ago, coincidentally those trolls also were the ones that raised Kristoff. Then we get the cutest musical number ever to exist, fucking fight me. Granddaddy troll tells Anna and Kristoff that she needs an act of true love to thaw her frozen heart. So Kristoff delivers Anna back to the ginger with the sideburns because they think that the little ginger boy is Anna’s, true love. So while that happens Hans and a couple of people are at Elsa’s ice castle trying to capture her, but she doesn’t want that so she almost commits a double homicide. This is the point where I thought she’d make a great video game character. Some random dude tries to fire an arrow at the distracted Elsa but Hans stops him and the arrow, unfortunately, fires into the ice chandelier above and that thing crashes down on Elsa knocking her out. She then is carted back to Arendelle and put in chains, she pleads for her freedom and Hans is like I’ll see what I can do. Anna arrives at the castle and asks Hans to kiss her, but low and behold the ginger is evil and never loved Anna and just wanted the throne so he doesn’t kiss her and leaves her to die. In the meantime, Elsa escapes from her dungeon and Hans is chasing her down. Anna is rescued by Olaf and they decide to run towards Kristoff because he must love her and then he can reverse the frozen heart. So Elsa is running, Anna is running, Hans is running and so is Kristoff. Hans catches up to Elsa and tells her that Anna died because of her and that it’s all her fault, Elsa is devastated and Hans takes the chance to try and kill her. Anna who is running towards Kristoff sees this happening and instead of running towards her true love she decides to go and save Elsa. Her body turns into ice fully as she blocks the sword from slicing Elsa in half like a piece of white tuna. Elsa sees this and she cries over Anna’s icy figure and her tears thaw Anna’s frozen heart since it is an act of true love because the sisters love eachother. Elsa realizes that love is what she needs to reverse winter and bring back summer, and so she waves her hand a bit and takes back all the snow. Kristoff and Anna kiss, Olaf gets to experience summer, and Elsa’s crippling social anxiety is solved. The end.

The Music

When I was watching frozen I found it so strange that I pretty much remembered the lyrics to everything. I’ve never been much of a musical person I never liked musicals that much but I found that in this movie the music was one of the main enjoyment of it. Perhaps it’s just me in my old age but I honestly felt like these songs aged like fine wine, even the ones that I didn’t like as much or wasn’t musically ambitious I still found them extremely enjoyable. I also liked the score how they incorporated some kind of Scandinavian music in it and it just made the world-building better. Let it Go was just as ear-wormy as I remembered and it was just as powerful as I remember because we’re just coming off of Elsa running away scared and this song is essentially her owning her socially awkward ass and saying yes I want to be a hermit and there’s nothing wrong about it. Which my now more developed frontal lobe resonated deeply with. Now I know this video isn’t about comparing Frozen and its sequel but I will have to mention how I realized how much simpler and more or less conventional pop song-y the first movie’s songs are. I also listened to into the unknown and show yourself on youtube prior and those two songs feel more ingrained in the world and the lore. Which does make sense since the second movie is a bit world-building. But for Let it Go and Do you wanna build a snowman the mystical and magical feel that songs in Frozen 2 have isn’t present. I understand since into the unknown and show yourself are all sorta about a spirit, but I just wished that the main songs in Frozen incorporated some form of Scandinavian music that’s present in the opening song and the score.

The Characters

Kristoff

Recently it has been pointed out to me that I might just have an inclination towards big blonde himbo characters, I simped for Matthias in Six of Crows, and I positively melted at the sight of Kristoff the big blonde boy with a fetish for reindeer. Kristoff was probably my favourite character upon this second viewing. There’s absolutely no concrete or sound reason for it that I can defend with words. Literally, I just have a gene in my DNA that just makes me extremely biased towards that type of character. I love his grounded personality in comparison with Anna’s slightly airheaded disposition. I love that he’s raised by trolls it just makes me feel happy.

Anna

Anna is often looked upon as the lesser sister by Disney’s merchandising and in turn by the little girls who were the primary audience of this movie. One this second viewing with my more mature and refined taste I actually respected Anna as a character and I thought it was good that she was so ordinary because it was refreshing almost and it made her much more endearing. The takeaway I had from the movie was that Anna was kinda a self-insert character, she’s just like the audience going on an adventure and only just learning about her sister’s powers, she’s relatable to the audience. She’s the perfect ordinary relatable gal that everyone loves. The one thing I wish she had was a proper character arc, granted she doesn’t need one, but Disney almost tries to shoehorn in one with the inclusion of Hans and how he wasn’t her true love. Her arc is almost like discovering that true love doesn’t come from someone that she met just two days ago. Because Disney wants to do meta-commentary on their own material but Anna doesn’t even really learn that lesson? Because Hans not loving Anna isn’t a product of them only knowing eachother for two days but instead a product of him being evil, so the thesis that Disney so badly wants to prove was undermined by their own twist villain. And then even worse they imply that Kristoff instead is Anna’s true love even though Kristoff has known Anna for roughly the same amount of time as Hans. So if you are trying to make a point that true love doesn’t happen in a couple of days then sorry Disney you failed…?

Elsa

She’s the main character the story centers around her and she has the most complex emotions, character arc and personality. Her arc is one about her overcoming her fear of her own powers and it fulfills that change in the character somewhat. Near the end of the movie, we see her distraught more than ever because she believes her powers killed her own sister and she is positively depressed. But then she’s able to save her sister with the power of love. And she uses the same power of love to reverse her power, and we assume with the power of love she learns to control it. Which is a bit of a cop-out just having all her internal issues be solved with love, Elsa doesn’t really learn anything she learns that i guess Anna loves her? Which I thought she knew from the beginning. And it would be strange if she didn’t love Anna since the beginning or if she didn’t know that Anna loved her. Elsa’s issue was that no one understood her, and that issue still isn’t solved by the end and Anna’s love certainly didn’t solve that issue so I don’t really think that ending fits with her character. It would have made more sense if Elsa was a villain who didn’t understand love or who shitted on the idea of love then this ending would have been better.

Hans

Out of all the characters, Hans is done the dirtiest. I know I make fun of him for being a dirty little ginger but i think he had so much potential in being a good character and a good subversion of the prince charming trope and they squandered every bit of it for a twist villain. We could have had them sing the same love is an open door song but have them over the course of the movie slowly realize that they don’t really love each other and it finally culminates in the supposedly true love’s kiss not working. Then Anna would have learned her lesson and Hans wouldn’t be a terrible twist villain with motivations that don’t make sense. I felt so strongly after this viewing that Hans should have been redeemed in the second movie somehow.

Olaf

I’m not going to count him as a character because he’s a snowman and his personality starts with comic relief and ends with merchandise sales.

Sven

I love Sven and the relationship he has with Kristoff, it’s cute it establishes Kristoff as a good well-meaning furry so the audience instantly is able to connect with him and trust him.

The Plot

I found in retrospect the movie was so much more complex than I remembered, as a little petite child I didn’t understand that there was so much political intrigue? I’ve been recently rewatching Game of Thrones the good seasons and watching Frozen I thought like wow this feels so game of thrones esque (mostly just Hans’s elaborate but completely ridiculous plan) and I was just thinking how it would have played out differently if Frozen was a Game of Thrones political fantasy movie. Anyways the plot of Frozen is singlehandedly fucked by Disney’s compulsive twitch to make a twist villain. In the beginning, we meet Hans and he’s charming and cute and positively enamoured with Anna. We even get this little scene of him smiling to himself once he met Anna that just doesn’t make sense at all when you watch it a second time and realize this bitch was never meant to love Anna at all. In a much earlier version of Frozen, where Elsa was more of a classic Disney villain (she would eventually become good), Prince Hans in that version was also established as a twist villain. But Disney decided that Elsa as a villain didn’t really connect with the audience so they decided to change the story and make Elsa more sympathetic but they still had to keep the element of Prince Hans being a villain to provide drama and twists. So ok Hans had to be evil, no negotiation let’s assume Daddy Disney said we have to have evil ginger or I will eat ur firstborns, or whatever. But that still doesn’t explain why the setup had to be so bad. The main reason why Hans is such a bad twist villain is that there was never a setup for him to be evil, a lot of his earlier scenes don’t make sense in retrospect when you know that he was scheming for the throne all along. The scene where he and a few of the castle men are in Elsa’s palace and one of the men is about to shoot Elsa and kill her, but Hans stops it even though he admits out loud to Anna later that he needed an accident to happen to Elsa so he could get the throne. Well, Hans, there’s your accident, did you have a sudden stroke of kindness to spare her or are you playing some sort of 4D chess us mere mortals are too stupid to understand? Because clearly having her being shot by someone else would absolve him of any guilt., and he’d definitely look less guilty than if he was going to slash Elsa in half on a frozen ocean in plain view of the castle. I know this criticism is a relatively dead horse so there’s no reason to go too in-depth with it. Hans doesn’t make sense and very easily you could have written Hans to be just a regular guy that serves the purpose of teaching Anna the lesson that true love isn’t found but is instead built over years. Who would be the villain then? Well, it’s simple, we already had the townspeople being generally scared of Elsa’s powers so it’s very easy for Disney to have just made them the antagonists. Elsa can still be captured and brought back to Arendelle with Hans not really wanting to kill her but the townspeople are sick and tired of this winter and they want her dead (this also coincidentally aligns with papa troll’s vision of Elsa’s power inspiring fear and people turning on her). Elsa could escape the prison just the same in the original movie only this time she goes outside and finds an angry mob waiting for her who try to chase her down. Anna sees this and can run to protect Elsa like she does in the original, she blocks a blade and that sends a powerful force that sends the townspeople backward. Anna turns into ice, Elsa cries, bada bing bada boom I just wrote you the last 7 minutes of Frozen but actually making sense without changing anything in the first hour and a half. I liked that the movie focuses on sisterly love and I think that’s ultimately the strength of Frozen and what differentiates it from other previous Disney princess movies.

Meta-commentary

This movie also continues the meta-commentary on Disney’s family-friendly brand image that started with Tangled in this new era of animated movies, or perhaps with Enchanted if we count that as an animated film. I remember not noticing as much when my stupid little child brain was watching the movie for the first time but this time around I found it a bit annoying, especially given that the criticism they ‘address’ is extremely shallow, like ohh instead of marrying after three days Anna and Kristoff wait a few years until they marry, congrats Disney you have earned the progressive animation studios plaque. This is a bit nit-picky for this movie since this one isn’t egregious with the ‘subtle’ commentary, I feel like they’re particularly annoying in the live actions but generally passable in Frozen.

The Plot that never

I think I have to mention in this video that originally Elsa was going to be a stone-cold villain who is redeemed at the end of the movie after learning how to love. This is the same version I mentioned previously where Hans was the twist villain who would try and set an avalanche on arendelle. Elsa and Anna weren’t going to be sisters so....can I just say that the plot as it is...it could have been an enemies-to-lovers story, featuring our first lesbian couple in a Disney movie. It feels like such wasted potential. I’m sure someone can write fanfiction with this idea to satisfy my...needs. #i need this very very badly

The Animation

Arguably the best quality about any animated film is the animation. Even after 7 years I still feel awe and wonder when I watch Elsa raise her ice palace from snow and the animation of the ice is just jaw-dropping every single time I watch it. There’s one specific detail I love seeing and it’s Elsa’s shoes, like everything her skirt lifts up slightly when she’s running you get a peek at her shoes and they’re fucking gorgeous like she’s wearing glass slippers! Holy fuck her feet look so graceful and dainty and Elsa just single-handedly gave me a feet fetish. That’s what I took away from Frozen, sisterly love can conqueror all and feet are hot. Reading articles about the process of making Frozen really shows how dedicated the animators were to this project because they brought a real fucking reindeer in into the studios (allegedly according to this website I read). They studied the way cloth moves when it’s frozen by water and the way snow falls from a tree. It’s incredible and watching the movie you can really tell how dedicated the animators were to this project.

The Legacy

Many believe that the release of Frozen and the earlier animated film Tangled started another renaissance period for Disney, which I think on some level is true since Disney has released quite a few of those ‘princess’ movies that feel like a return to form for the company in the past decade. In a more cynical view, I also feel like Frozen’s success was where Disney realized that merchandise was perhaps the most profitable thing under the sun. If anything the aggressive merchandising of the characters and the songs are what lingers in people’s minds after all these years. The toddlers shouting the lyrics to let it go at the top of their lungs, Frozen theme birthday parties, everyone wanting to dress up as Elsa for Halloween. I feel like the push to make as much money as possible off of Frozen’s success kind of diminishes the film itself. To the general public it isn’t remembered for its beautiful animation or its characters even to a certain extent, but instead, Frozen is remembered for its merchandise being absolutely everywhere which subsequently ended up with a lot of people being fed up with the property. I feel like we can definitely see the merchandising tactic Disney learned with Frozen with the new Star Wars trilogy where new droids were created en masse for merchandising purposes.

Frozen also birthed a sequel that was largely forgettable in comparison to the first movie, which I feel very disappointed about since even more effort was clearly put into the animation on the second movie. I won’t get into the arduous rewrites and script overhauls that Frozen 2 experienced in this movie but I will say that the success of Frozen probably had something to do with the hyper management of the sequel that led it to be so mediocre and forgettable.

The End

The overall feeling I have with this movie is nostalgia and fondness. Obviously, it isn’t a perfect movie and its themes and plot aren’t really that novel or perfectly executed either. I feel like a lot of people have forgotten that Frozen was an enjoyable movie and the reason for why it was so popular was because it was a heartfelt movie that was just pretty good. It’s by no means a perfect movie but I think it was a decent movie that will always have a place in my heart.

#Frozen #anna #lesbianfanficpls

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trulymadlysydney · 5 years

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Somewhere In Time: Seven

“I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!”

― Oscar Wilde

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1:18pm, June 23rd, 1965

Twelve-year-old Tanya Elliot groans from her spot on the floor as she closes yet another book in disappointment. The book had looked so promising just by the cover, but she’d opened it to find that it only skimmed over the subject of time travel in a satirical way. Not at all what she’d been hoping for.

On top of that, the grown-ups at the check-out counter are being ridiculously loud and distracting.

Tanya doesn’t know why adults talk so loudly with each other, but she’s noticed that all adults do it. Her mother does it on the phone, and her father does it at church on Sundays when he and his friends are talking about what they’ve done all weekend. She doesn’t get it; when adults talk to her, they sound like they’re speaking to a child-- all gentle and frilly. When they talk to each other, it seems they’re trying to out-yell one another.

Crawling on all fours, Tanya makes her way to the end of the aisle to spy on the conversation. (And also, in part, to be petty. She’s trying to read and they’re being awfully inconsiderate.)

There’s Daisy Hartford, the older woman who owns the place. Tanya doesn’t actually know how old Mrs. Hartford is, but she has graying blonde hair that she keeps short and pinned off of her face at all times, and her hands are a bit wrinkled and spotted-- so Tanya assmes she’s a grandmother’s age. Mrs. Hartford is a kind woman, but her patience runs thin and she gets flustered quite easily, so Tanya does her best to stay out of the way.

And then there’s Miss Eileen, Mrs. Hartford’s daughter. Miss Eileen is a woman around the same age as Tanya’s own mother and she works here at the shop as well. Tanya absolutely adores her, and Miss Eileen dotes upon Tanya as if she were her own. She gives excellent advice in a motherly way, but has the best stories in a sisterly way, and Tanya finds herself coming to Miss Eileen for pretty much anything.

But standing at the front of the room with them is a man Tanya has never seen before. He seems to be only a few years older than Mrs. Hartford, with hair that’s turning white along his sideburns and stick out from under his cap. He’s handsome for an older gentleman, and Tanya feels instantly intrigued by him.

“We haven’t seen you in months!” Mrs. Hartford says. “How have you been?”

“I’m doing well,” he says with a nod of his head. Tanya notes the British accent that she hadn’t really been paying attention to before, and it intrigues her even more. “I’ve been terribly busy with the company lately. Steven-- you remember Steven-- took the liberty of hiring several new men without consulting me first, so you can imagine what a nightmare it’s been having to train them.”

Mrs. Hartford shakes her head. “That’s too bad, dear. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Well, you’re always welcome back here!” Miss Eileen teases. “You know I’m getting ready to take over once mom retires.”

“I heard!” The man smiles. “Congratulations. That is wonderful news.”

Miss Eileen beams. “Thank you!”

Mrs. Hartford, however, doesn’t even seem to be listening. She eyes the man with a suspicious face before speaking. “You look tired, dear. Have you slept?”

His face drops a little, but it’s hardly noticeable because he covers it with a dimpled smile. “Not much. But it’s alright. No rest for the wicked, as they say.”

The man trails off when he notices Miss Eileen looking behind him, and when he turns to follow her gaze, Tanya realizes with horror that all three adults have spotted her.

Miss Eileen giggles at Tanya. “You alright, love? Need help finding anything?”

The man’s face practically goes white when he and Tanya make eye contact, although Tanya has no idea why. She has never seen him before in her life, but he seems to recognize her-- and she isn’t sure if that is a good or a bad thing.

Tanya smiles awkwardly. “I’m fine, sorry. I was just-- reading.” Why do adults always have to make everything so uncomfortable?

Miss Eileen shoots Tanya a wink, and Mrs. Hartford has already resumed conversation with the man-- albeit much, much quieter than before. The man only seems to be halfway listening, still eyeing Tanya as if he’s seeing a ghost, and Tanya quickly turns to crawl back to her hiding spot.

She begins reshelving the previously discarded books, trying her hardest not to eavesdrop on the conversation. Everyone is talking so quietly now, so all Tanya can really make out is the British man saying, “I’m alright, Daisy.” She also hears her name being thrown around a bit and she realizes they’re explaining to the man who she is.

Tanya tries to distract herself by focusing on literally anything else. What is her mother going to make for dinner tonight? It’s Wednesday, which means it’s casserole night. She remembers with dismay that her mother is planning on making her chicken and broccoli casserole, and her stomach turns at the thought. She’s never been a fan of the casserole, and--

“Excuse me?”

Tanya turns slowly to see the British man smiling down at her. He seems less startled than before, and his smile is incredibly friendly. He studies Tanya’s face with a grin, before holding out his hand. “Mr. H,” he says, by way of introducing himself.

Tanya eyes his hand, then looks at his face again. She doesn’t know why, but she knows she can trust this man. So she softens and reaches out to take his hand. Using her best adult voice, she introduces herself. “Tanya Elliot.”

Mr. H’s breath hitches when she says her name, but he covers it quickly by clearing his throat and giving her a nice, firm handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Elliot. Figured I should introduce myself. I’m known to pop in here every now and then, and I’m told you’re a regular here.”

Tanya smiles proudly, resuming her work of placing the books back on the shelf. “I am! I’m here every day.” Tanya pauses. “Well, except for Saturdays and Sundays when it’s closed. Or when I’m at school. But it’s summer now! So I’ve been here every day.”

Mr. H chuckles softly. “I see. What are you doing putting the books away? Seem a bit young to have a job here.”

That’s another thing that adults do that Tanya doesn’t like. They say things like that jokingly, but they’re never really that funny. Tanya isn’t a child. She sighs. “I’m only twelve, Mr. H. I don’t have a job here.”

He seems taken aback but pleasantly surprised at her sass. He laughs again. “I beg your pardon, miss. Didn’t mean anything by that. I used to work here myself, you know.”

“You did?”

“Yes ma’am. Worked here for nearly ten years. It’s an amazing place to spend your time. Maybe when you’re older you’d like a job here?”

“Maybe,” Tanya replies. “Although I’d love to go to college. I want to be a scientist when I grow up.”

Tanya doesn’t notice the way Mr. H’s shoulders sink when she mentions growing up. “I see. Is that why you’re here in the science section?”

“Yes sir.” Tanya pauses as she places the last book on the shelf. “Well, that and….” She trails off, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious. “Nevermind. You’re going to laugh.”

“Who says I will?” Mr. H presses. “No laughing here.”

“All adults laugh when I tell them,” Tanya says sadly. “They all tell me how adorable it is, and how impossible it is.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” The sincerity of his words isn’t lost on Tanya, but the intensity with which he says them goes over her head.

She lets out a long heavy sigh. “Okay. I really want to learn how to travel in time.”

This time, Tanya does notice how tense Mr. H seems, especially when he audibly gulps. She frowns. “You’re trying not to laugh, aren’t you?”

“No!” Mr. H says quickly. “No, Tanya, that isn’t it at all.” He glances over his shoulder back at Mrs. Hartford and Miss Eilleen, before stepping further into the aisle and closer to Tanya. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Tanya nods, excited at the prospect of what he’s going to share. Adults never share secrets with her. Not serious ones at least. A smile tugs on Mr. H’s cheeks as he removes his hat and leans down to Tanya’s level. “I knew a time traveler once.”

Tanya’s whole face lights up. “You did?”

“I did!” He nods. “She was a beautiful girl. She looked a bit like you.”

Tanya gasps. “Do you think it was me? Maybe I learned how!”

Mr. H smiles, but there’s a hint of sadness in his voice. “It wasn’t you, I’m afraid, but that doesn’t mean you can’t figure it out, too!”

A wave of excitement pulses through Tanya’s veins. She can tell that Mr. H isn’t lying to her just to get her hopes up, and it excites her. “How did you meet her?” Her voice is quiet, matching his, and she realizes just how close she’s leaning towards him.

“She just sort of… fell into my lap I suppose.” Mr. H chuckles. “That’s one way to put it, at least. She stayed with me for some time. She was fascinating.”

“Did she tell you how she did it?”

Mr. H seems lost in his own mind now. “Sort of. It’s been ages, so I’m not sure I remember. But, the ability to travel through time like that is a gift, Tanya. Some people have it. Some people don’t.”

“I bet I do,” Tanya says, and Mr. H smiles down at her.

“Perhaps you do,” he says. “But even if you don’t, I don’t ever want you to give up. Understand? You’ve got to keep trying.”

“Oh sure!” Tanya nods eagerly. “I won’t ever give up on this. Ever. Trust me!”

Mr. H’s eyes land just above Tanya’s head, as if he’s still lost in a memory. He takes a long breath in through his nose. “Tanya? May I ask you a question?”

“Sure!”

“What’s got you so interested in time travel anyway?”

It’s Tanya’s turn to remember something melancholy, and her shoulders visibly slump. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she says.

“Ohhh now, why the long face? It isn’t nothing. Why don’t you tell me what the story is? Maybe I could help!”

“You couldn’t help, I’m afraid. But I’ll tell you if you promise not to laugh.”

“Have I laughed yet?”

“Well, no, but this might sound silly.”

Mr. H grins. “Try me.”

“Well,” Tanya says slowly, “I had a friend who… she said she…. I met her and--”

It’s a difficult story to explain, but Mr. H doesn’t press her. He just watches her with the kindest eyes she’s ever seen, waiting patiently for her to get all of her thoughts out.

Tanya sighs, deciding to just get on with it. “A few years ago I had this friend, see. We were best friends, you know? We were un-separable.” Mr. H smiles the way adults do when Tanya uses an incorrect word, but she pays it no mind. “She sort of just… appeared out of nowhere. I always assumed that her family had just moved here but I never got to meet them. And then one day she told me that she was a time traveler from the early 1900s. It checked out, I suppose. There were a lot of things she didn’t know about the world, and she dressed kind of funny. But I didn’t believe her. She kept… kept telling me that she had to leave eventually. She had to go back to her time, but I still didn’t believe her. She even asked me to come with her, but I thought she was just trying to play a dumb trick on me. And then--”

Tanya trails off, and Mr. H raises his eyebrows at her. “And then?” he prompts.

Tanya shrugs. “And then she was gone.”

Mr. H nods his head. “I see.”

“Mr. H, I would give anything to see my friend again. To tell her how much I miss her. That’s why I’ve been doing this. Because if it is real, that means I can find her and tell her I’m sorry for doubting her. I’ve been so worried that this is all for nothing, but now you’re here, and you’ve told me all about that girl you met, and now… well, now I’m sure it’s real. And I’ve just got to find a way.”

Mr. H seems a bit misty eyed, and he clears his throat after he’s certain Tanya has stopped talking. “Well Tanya,” he says. “I believe if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

Tanya beams at him. “Really?”

Mr. H makes an X over his heart with his finger before holding his hand up, palm out. “Cross my heart.”

“Gosh,” Tanya breathes.

Mr. H straightens up a bit and his voice goes back to normal when he speaks. “I’m rooting for you, Tanya. But remember what I said.”

“Some people can time travel, some people can’t.”

“That’s right.” Mr. H nods his head. “And even if you find you can’t, I don’t ever want you to stop looking, alright? Don’t ever lose that sense of wonder.”

“Oh I won’t!” Tanya begins enthusiastically taking the books she’d just been reading right back off the shelves, preparing to scour every inch of them for information. “Honest!”

“Excellent to hear.”

Mr. H places his cap back on his head and secures it with a little nod in Tanya’s direction. “Well, I’m off. I’ve got to go home and get dinner started. You be good now, alright?”

“Mr. H?” Tanya looks inquisitively up at him. “Will I see you again?”

“I’m not sure, sweets. I’m not sure.”

“Well I’d like to!” Tanya says. “Maybe one day I’ll figure out this time travelling business and I’ll get to come see you from the future!”

Mr. H smiles. “I’d like that very much, Tanya.”

Tanya beams. “Me too!”

With one more nod of his head, Mr. H bids Tanya farewell. He says a few passing words to Mrs. Hartford and Miss Eileen, and when the bell jingles above the front door, he is gone.

Only a few moments pass until someone speaks.

“Tanya, dear?” Mrs. Hartford calls. “Lovey, what did you two talk about?”

Tanya smiles to herself, pausing before answering the older woman. “Oh nothing,” she says. “He just gave me some recommendations.”

----

8:59am, January 5th, 1925

When Roni wakes, she is alone.

She doesn’t remember Harry leaving, and she’s filled with a brief moment of panic until she notices through sleep encrusted eyes a piece of paper on the pillow beside her.

Roni blinks the sleep out of her eyes and sits up on her elbows, grabbing the note and trying to make out the words written in ink. She smiles the moment she registers them.

My sweetest Honey-

To begin with, I apologize for leaving you without giving you a proper goodbye. In my defense, I did try to wake you. However, you refused to awaken to my kisses, and who was I to disturb you? You look so beautiful when you sleep, by the way.

I’m off to my first day of work at your bookstore, and I am not sure what time I’ll be home this evening. There are some things in the kitchen with which you can make yourself some food. Don’t worry about me, (because I know you will)-- I have packed myself a few items for my lunch break.

I cannot wait to see you again this evening. I’ll be thinking of you every hour on the hour. Have a wonderful day.

Yours,

Harry

Roni doesn’t realize how hard she’s smiling until her cheeks begin to ache. She holds the letter in her hands and takes a deep breath before pulling it into her chest. She feels her heart pounding beneath her hands, and she absolutely cannot believe how strong her feelings for this boy are.

She rolls out of bed and slips into a pair of Harry’s boxers before heading into the living room to fix herself some breakfast. By the looks of the sky outside, it is still fairly early. It’s sunnier than it was the past few days, and Roni takes a moment to admire the city below the window.

It’s almost frightening how comfortable Roni has become with this entire situation. How normal it feels for her to see the world around her in this way. It’s only been a few days and yet she feels like she belongs here now. No longer does she get the same shock down her spine when she realizes what decade it is. She finds herself envious of some of the outfits she sees on the other women, and on more than one occasion she’s found herself slipping into the thought of maybe looking for a job.

Sometimes she even goes so far as to imagine a future with Harry, living out the twenties, thirties, forties with him. She crashes down from that thought every single time with a crushing realization that she doesn’t belong here-- but in the few moments she doesn’t remember, it’s heavenly.

The way that Harry has become so essential to her life frightens her as well. It’s insane for her to think that she’s only just met him within the week and now he’s everything to her. It’s terrifying to imagine her world without him in it, and though she knows she still has a few days left in his presence, she already feels an ache in her heart at the thought of leaving him.

That’s when she gets the grand idea to go visit him at work.

The thought of him among all of her favorite books-- helping customers find their way around and watching with eager eyes as Daisy walks him through the store procedures-- is almost too precious for Roni to fathom. She smiles as she opens the cabinets to find something to make herself a quick breakfast that isn’t going to take long to eat. It’s pathetic how she longs for him, even when he’s only going to be away for a few hours.

Roni fixes herself a piece of toast with jam she’d found in his tiny fridge and hurries to get herself ready for the day.

She may not know her way around 1920s New York very well, but she knows her way to the bookshop by heart-- and it only takes her ten minutes to find her way there.

The familiar sound of the bell jingles above Roni’s head as she enters the bookshop. It seems to be slower than usual today, and as Roni glances around she notices that she is the only customer here. Daisy sits behind the front desk, doodling something on a piece of paper while a lively song emanates from the radio. She looks up when she hears the bell, fully prepared to launch right into her customer service spiel, when she registers who it is.

“Roni!” She beams, setting her pen down and walking out from around the counter. She approaches Roni and embraces her warmly, as if she’s known her for ages, and kisses her cheek. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m doing well!” Roni smiles, Daisy’s infectious positivity rubbing off on her. “How are you?”

“Oh I’m just fine! Working with Harry has been a breeze today. I wasn’t sure how hard it would be to train him, but he’s done absolutely everything right. He is quite the fast learner, did you know that?”

Roni grins. “I did, yeah. Is he here?”

As if on cue, Harry calls from the back corner of the room. “Did someone say my name?”

Daisy giggles and calls back. “You’ve got a visitor, Styles!” She smiles at Roni and nods her head in the direction of Harry’s voice, signaling for Roni to go find him.

Roni doesn’t need to be told twice, and considering she knows her way around this store better than she knows anything else, she makes her way over to the section she knows Harry is in.

When he comes into view, Roni can’t help but to giggle. He’s got his famous little cap on, and there’s a stack of books that’s nearly as tall as he is. He’s holding a book with his finger tucked between the pages to mark his spot, and he looks relieved when he realizes it’s Roni walking towards him.

“Veronica!” He says. “What a surprise!”

He doesn’t let go of the book in his hands, but he walks over to her and envelops her in a hug. He kisses her cheek and gives her a soft squeeze. “How’s my girl?”

Roni’s heart flutters at his terms of endearment. “I’m good,” she says softly into his chest. “How’s work?”

Harry pulls away beaming. “It’s wonderful,” he says. “Daisy is a peach. We haven’t had many customers today so I haven’t gotten to do much work, but I suppose that’s alright for a Monday.”

Roni nods towards the small tower of books. “And what’s all this?”

Now, Harry’s cheeks turn the slightest shade of red. “Research.”

Roni quirks her brow. “Research, huh? For what?”

She takes a step forward to examine the spines on the books, and she gasps at the first one she recognizes-- The Time Machine by H. G. Wells.

“Well,” Harry explains, lowering his voice so that Daisy doesn’t hear. “I know we’ve already determined how to get you back, yeah? And I know that you won’t be able to come back to my timeline… but maybe I’ll be able to come to yours!”

Roni isn’t sure if she wants to laugh or cry at his words, and she opens her mouth to react-- but he doesn’t even give her the chance to get a word out. “And anyway,” he continues, “Violet said that only some people have the gift. You have it, obviously. Who’s to say I don’t have it as well?”

“Harry,” Roni giggles.

“Think about it, if I have the gift, I’ll meet you in the future. I don’t have as much of a connection to this current timeline, so there will be no reason for me to leave you to return to it. It’ll be perfect!”

Roni knows he’s being entirely too optimistic, but the genuine enthusiasm with which he shares his foolproof plan is refreshing. So she giggles, taking his elbows in her hands and pulling him in for another kiss to the cheek. “It’s wonderful,” she says softly, disregarding the slight pang of sadness tugging at her throat.

“What’s wonderful?” Daisy’s voice breaks them from their moment, and both Roni and Harry go red at the interruption.

Daisy stands beside them holding a camera in her hands, and Roni prays that Daisy didn’t hear much of their conversation-- because she’s not sure how she would explain the whole time-traveling business to anyone who isn’t Harry. But luckily, Daisy follows up her question with another question. “The photograph I’m about to take of you two?”

“What?” Harry grows sheepish at the mention of this.

“It’s tradition,” Daisy explains, holding up the camera in her hands as explanation. “It’s your first day. We take photographs of all employees on their first days-- as well as patrons. So Veronica, won’t you be a dear and wiggle in a bit closer to him?”

Daisy raises the camera to her eyes, but Roni stops her almost a bit too urgently. “Wait!” she says.

Daisy lowers the camera, a confused expression on her face. “What’s the matter?”

Roni doesn’t know what she’s expecting to happen, but she does know that in the year she comes from, there aren’t any pictures of her and Harry on the wall. If Daisy takes this picture, it could potentially change everything and shift things to a place that Roni does not want them to go (She isn’t sure that’s the truth, but she doesn’t want to find out the hard way).

“It’s just that--” Roni trails off while Harry and Daisy both eye her expectantly. She lets out a breath and tries again. “Well I… I wasn’t prepared to get my picture taken today. Look at my outfit. I don’t look good enough.”

“Oh nonsense,” Daisy says with a brush of her hand. “Veronica, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, regardless of how much effort you put into getting ready this morning. Tell her, Harry.”

Harry, beginning to catch on, glances nervously between Roni and Daisy. “Well,” he starts slowly, “While you are correct that Veronica is an absolute vision regardless of her attire, I should inform you that… that--” Harry looks back at Roni as if to ask for some guidance. The truth is that neither of them know how to explain this situation, and Harry despairs when he is met with the same panicked expression on Roni’s face.

“Well,” he says again, turning back to Daisy. “You see, if I allow you to take that photograph, I’ll never hear the end of it from this one.”

Roni laughs, instantly falling into stride with Harry’s narrative. “Absolutely right. I’ll let him have it as soon as we’re home.”

Daisy scoffs. “Oh pooh,” she says, but then smiles mischievously at Roni. “Although I do understand, I suppose. Larry tries to take photographs of me all the time and it drives me absolutely mental.”

Roni and Harry giggle awkwardly, happy that Daisy seems to have bought their story, as Roni shuffles out of view of the camera and over to where Daisy stands.

Harry looks out of place without Roni by his side, and he awkwardly shoves a hand into his pocket. “What do you want me to do?” he asks.

“Just smile, dear!” Daisy raises the camera to her eyes as Harry flashes her a dimpled grin.

With the flash of the camera, Roni experiences the strangest feeling she’s ever felt in her life. She’s seen this picture before-- in black and white, with yellowing and folding corners. It hangs on the back wall of the shop, and it has watched over her daily ever since she started working here.

She feels almost faint, and there’s a ringing in her ears after the picture is taken. Harry and Daisy chat idly while Roni remains in a flashback. She tries to remember the date scribbled in messy ink at the bottom of the photograph. Was it 1925? She doesn’t think so, but how would that make sense?

Harry’s giggle brings Roni out of her thoughts, and she turns to rejoin the conversation in time to hear Daisy say “I’ll get this developed as soon as possible, and I’ll let you pick the spot we put it in!”

“That’s terrific!” Harry says, turning to beam at Roni. “Veronica, isn’t that swell?”

“It is swell!” Roni giggles around the word that feels so foreign in her mouth.

Harry shoots Roni a knowing look. His smile says so much without saying anything at all. Roni has changed his life for the better and they both know this. Wordlessly, he reaches for her hand. She interlaces her fingers with his and squeezes.

“He’s been drawn to this section all day,” Daisy explains, gesturing towards the pile of books. “Don’t know why.”

“He’s very interested in science,” Roni says with a giggle. “No one’s ever been able to figure out why. He’s a bit of a weird one.”

“Heyyy,” Harry whines, long and drawn out with a fake hurt face shot in Roni’s direction. He hip checks her lightly, and Daisy doesn’t notice.

Roni stays at the shop for the next hour or so, just talking and laughing with Harry and Daisy until she’s completely lost track of time. Only a few customers enter the shop in the time span that Roni is there, and she watches on with a warm heart as Harry greets them. He’s a natural at this-- because of course he is-- and there are only a few times when he has to ask Daisy for assistance.

What Roni would give to have him as her coworker here in the future.

It’s nearing lunch time when Roni finally decides it’s time for her to head back to the apartment. She heads for the door, the sound of the radio still filling the quiet shop. She’s about to bid farewell to Daisy over the sound of the radio still blasting loudly, when she feels Harry grab her wrist from behind and tug her into a corner.

Roni doesn’t even have time to make a noise before she feels his lips against her own.

She smiles against his mouth and immediately melts into his arms as they wrap around her back.

“Harry,” she giggles breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing my honey,” Harry replies, his voice low and a sleepy grin draped lazily across his face. “Is that okay?”

He goes in for another secret kiss and Roni laughs again. It feels so good to kiss him, to be held like this and adored in a way she’d never thought possible. She smiles into the kiss, pulling away just enough to get out the words, “You can kiss me any time you’d like.”

Harry chuckles softly, lips ghosting along her jawline. “I like the sound of that.”

“But do you really want to do it in public?”

“Who’s watching?” Harry says, nodding his head towards the completely empty shop.

“Fair,” Roni says the, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s lips against her skin. “But still, this isn’t like you.”

Harry pulls away, smirking down at her as if he already knows the answer to the question he’s about to ask. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Roni whispers. She reaches up to tangle her fingers in his curls and tugs his head softly back to hers so that she can kiss him again. “Of course I don’t.”

“I didn’t think so.” He kisses her cheek, then down along her jawbone before landing in the spot in the direct center of her neck.

“Want to touch you,” he whispers. “Can I?”

“Here?” Roni’s whisper is almost too loud, and Harry lifts his head to glance nervously around them before smiling a lazy smile back at her.

“Yes,” he says.

Roni��s stomach twists at his words-- an all too familiar fire burning in the base of her belly. She wants nothing more than for Harry to touch her right now, but at the same time-- she doesn’t want to cost him his job. “Can you?”

Harry grins. “Come with me.”

He holds on to her hand as he leads her to another far corner of the shop, adjacent to the one he’d been in earlier. He pushes her almost too harshly against the bookcase, and they both pause cautiously at the slight thud of Roni’s back against the solid frame. When Daisy says nothing from her spot at the front desk, Harry launches right back into whatever it is he has planned.

He allows his hands to wander Roni’s body; every curve and edge and angle that he’s fallen so intensely for over the past couple of days. Roni smiles and allows her head to fall back against the bookshelf in pleasure as Harry kisses down her neck and collarbone; although she is acutely aware of just how loud-- or how quiet-- she and Harry are being. When Harry’s hand slips under her skirt and brushes the tender skin of her thigh, she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Tell me if this is too much,” Harry whispers, fingertips ghosting against the fabric of her panties.

Roni’s eyes flutter sleepily as she glances around, making sure she and Harry don’t have any unexpected visitors watching them. “It’s not,” she breathes before kissing his lips deeply and eagerly. “Just be quiet.”

Harry smirks. “You’re one to talk,” he mumbles.

Roni doesn’t even have time to respond to him before he’s slipped his fingers in through the side of her panties and is rubbing them against her clit. She wants to sigh in immediate pleasure but, for fear of being suspicious, she ends up just burying her face in Harry’s neck to keep quiet instead.

“There’s a good girl,” Harry coos quietly, glancing nonchalantly around him. “You’re going to keep quiet, aren’t you?”

“Do I have a choice?” Roni hisses into the skin of his shoulder, and Harry laughs.

The part of Roni’s brain that isn’t currently being consumed by white hot arousal and attraction to Harry is telling her to be more careful. Daisy-- or worse, a customer-- could find them at any moment, and the look on Harry’s face is as nonchalant as possible. He’s so beautiful, damn him, and when his fingers tease at her entrance, Roni is nothing but putty in his hands.

Harry’s fingers find their way up inside of her as he kisses her lips, and she practically goes limp when they caress the spongy spot deep inside of her. He steps closer to keep her body upright as he works his fingers against her, pressing the softest kisses to her lips and her neck.

“Harry?” Daisy suddenly calls from the front of the shop.

Roni tenses up, but Harry doesn’t stop the gentle curling and uncurling of his fingers against the spongy spot inside of her as he calls back. “Yes ma’am?”

“Did you happen to catch the name of the woman who sold us the gardening book earlier? She didn’t fill out the form correctly and I can’t read her writing.”

Harry’s thumb presses against Roni’s clit and she lurches forward, sinking her teeth into his shoulder in an attempt to keep quiet. He keeps his voice as even as possible. “Was that Geraldine?”

“No dear, Geraldine was the one who called about the book club. This was a different woman.”

“Harry--” Roni whispers just on the brink of a moan, and Harry kisses her briskly to quiet the sound.

“Uh,” he says, pulling away but never once relenting his fingers. “Are you talking about Edna?”

“Edna!” Daisy says, snapping her fingers. “That was the one. Edna Wells was it?”

“Wells,” Harry practically chokes out while Roni sucks on his neck. “That was it.”

“Thank you, hon.”

Harry doesn’t answer her. He instead presses kisses in rapid succession down Roni’s neck before his tongue laps softly at her collarbone. Roni’s breath hitches, and she can’t stop the pathetic half-whimpers that drip from her lips. Luckily for her, there is a particularly loud song on the radio that drowns her out.

“Sound so pretty when you’re whining,” Harry mutters, lips caressing the outside of her ear. “Think you can keep quiet when you cum?”

“I--” Roni breathes. “I think so.”

“Do you want to cum?”

Roni jolts again when his thumb hits her clilt from a particularily good angle. God, he remembers everything.

“I do,” Roni whispers. “But you’d better be careful.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Harry says, biting at her earlobe.

Truth be told, they both know they aren’t going to get caught. Still, there is the familiar excitement of the what-if that pushes them further into their actions, and when Roni hooks her leg around the back of Harry’s to pull him impossibly closer to her, he knows he’s done for.

He picks up the pace with his fingers and bites at her neck-- not quite harsh enough to leave a hickey but just enough that the spot will be sore for the next few hours.

Good, Harry thinks. He wants her to think only of him until he gets home.

Harry knows shes cumming moments later when she thrusts against his fingers-- and he does his best to keep her from jolting against the bookcase by holding her upright with his free hand. He messily kisses up and down her neck, careful not to leave a mark but still wanting to make an impact, and when she begins to teeter on a bit noisy-- he kisses her with such fury that he’s not sure he’s ever kissed someone with before. And as she cums on his fingers, it absolutely fascinates him just how beautiful he finds this entire process.

Harry has never considered himself a selfish lover by any means, but this is something he isn’t entirely used to. With Roni, everything feels different. If he could make her cum like this for the rest of her life with absolutely nothing in return, he wouldn’t care at all. He’d be thankful for the opportunity, in fact, and as he feels her walls pulse around his fingers he grows so overwhelmed with how strongly he feels for her that he has to close his eyes to prevent fromtearing up.

When all is said and done, Harry pulls his fingers from between her legs and licks them clean, keeping his eyes trained on her the entire time. He watches as she flutters back to earth, and he keeps his free hand on her body in order to keep her as upright as he possibly can. He offers her a friendly grin.

“Alright, then?”

Roni blinks sleepily back at him, a confused look spreading across her face. “How do you do that?”

Harry chuckles. “Do what?”

“Make me cum like that. Every time. I swear like, you’re not real. How are you so good?”

It’s because I love you, Harry thinks. But he doesn’t dare say it out loud.

Instead, he shrugs. “Magic, I suppose.”

Roni rolls her eyes and pushes his shoulder playfully. “God, you’re an idiot,” she says, shaking her head at him. Despite her words, she’s looking at him like she’s the luckiest woman in the world-- and that alone is enough to send Harry over the moon.

“Right,” he says with a nod of his head. “Well, I don’t want to keep you here any longer than you’ve intended to stay.”

Roni smirks. “No,” she says. “We wouldn’t want that.”

Harry wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and breathes heavily when he speaks; pausing when he notes that he can still smell her juices on his fingers. Christ.

“So I’ll see you at home then?”

Roni licks her lips and nods her head back at him, trying to catch her breath as much as he is.

“Yes,” Roni says slowly, “I’ll see you there, lover boy.”

----

The day feels longer in Harry’s absence, and Roni spends the seemingly endless hours tidying up the apartment. She dusts the windows and sweeps the kitchen floor. She cleans the bedroom, remakes the bed, and lights a vanilla candle just to make the place smell fresh.

Around four o’clock, Roni is hit with the crushing realization that she’s done everything possible. She needs to just face it, the 1920s are fucking boring.

At home, she’d be able to at least turn on the television and lounge comfortably on the couch-- possibly doze off a bit to waste some of the hours. But here, the television won’t even be invented for another two years or so. And besides, she isn’t sleepy enough for a nap.

Harry doesn’t even own a radio, and Roni is positive that if she even tried to work the phonograph she’d break it.

At some point she decides that she has no choice but to snoop around for something interesting to do, although she’d hardly call it snooping considering how tiny the place is. She doesn’t find anything interesting; no skeletons in Harry’s closet, no letters from lovers past, but she does find a one thousand piece puzzle in a dusty box in the coat closet.

And fuck it, she thinks, that’s better than nothing.

So she settles herself on the floor, flat on her tummy, and scatters the puzzle pieces along the carpet, preparing to spend the next few hours bored out of her wits.

That is how Harry finds her, nearly forty-five minutes later. She seems surprisingly into the puzzle when he enters the apartment, and she hardly glances up to offer him a warm smile. “Hi, handsome!” she says.

“Well, hello there!” Harry removes his cap and runs a hand through his tousled curls. “I see you’ve kept yourself entertained.” He stops, sniffing the air a few times before smiling peasantly. “Smells great in here.”

“Thank you! I lit one of your weird sacrificial candles.”

Harry snorts. “Oh, excellent.”

He makes his way further into the room and smiles at the sight of his darling Roni-- sprawled out ungracefully on the floor, hair slung messily over one of her shoulders and a few chunks of the puzzle solved. She’s a vision, as always, and he resists the urge to smother her in kisses.

“How was the rest of work?” Roni asks, trying to fit a particular puzzle piece into another one that doesn’t fit it.

“Oh, it was fine.” Harry sits on the couch. “We got a bit of a strange rush around two, but nothing I couldn’t handle, you know.”

“That’s good! And Daisy was nice to you?”

“Everyone was nice to me. Have you met me? It’s hard not to be.”

Roni rolls her eyes. “Until you say stuff like that.”

Harry chuckles, ignoring her playful jab. “I do have some exciting news though.”

Now Roni does look up at him with wide eyes. “Yeah?

“Yeah.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small wad of cash that makes Roni gasp.

“What is that?!”

Harry smiles. “Daisy informed me that all training is paid. Did you know that?”

“Harry, that’s amazing!” Roni sits up, reaching forward to put her hand on his knee.

He giggles, loving her enthusiasm. “I figured we could get something nice for dinner tomorrow. I was going to go to the market on my way home today, but I wanted to ask you first.”

Roni shakes her head. “You don’t have to ask me for anything, silly, it’s your money!”

“I know that, but--” Harry’s cheeks go the softest shade of pink. “You live here, too, you know? I want you to be happy. I want to make all of my decisions with you.”

Roni doesn’t say anything, but his words do strike a chord in her heart. She scans his face, allowing herself just a brief moment of imagining that she’s going to live here with him for the rest of her life.

God, how she wants that.

It’s as if Harry can read her mind, because he reaches down to take her hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze.

“Anyway,” he says, rising to his feet and swiftly changing the subject. “I’m going to take a shower if you care to join me.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Roni, causing her to giggle.

“I don’t know,” she hums, “You smell kind of bad. Not sure I could stand to be that close to you.”

Harry gasps, taking a pillow from the couch and tossing it at her. “How terribly rude of you. I revoke my invitation.”

He makes his way towards the bathroom with an upturned nose in mock offense, and Roni giggles. She scrambles to her feet and scurries after him. “Wait, no!” she says. “I want to join you!”

“It’s too late!” Harry says, a smile teasing at his lips. “I revoked my invitation, you are no longer invited.”

“What if I get to the shower first?” Roni asks. “Then it’s you who’s invading my shower, isn’t it?”

Harry laughs. “Veronica--”

She doesn’t even wait to hear what he says before she’s off and running towards the bathroom. Harry is right on her heels, of course, pinching her sides and laughing his hearty belly laugh that Roni has fallen so hard for.

Once in the bathroom, they undress one another haphazardly and stumble into the shower together, kissing and giggling as if they’ve been doing this all their lives. It’s casual and playful and comfortable, and Harry feels a pang in his heart when, during a particularly giggly kiss, he remembers that he won’t get to do this with her forever.

Roni continues kissing down his neck as the hot water hits them both, but she seems to notice that Harry’s mind is elsewhere because she stops. “Hey,” she says softly, blinking up at him through the water. She reaches up to cup his cheek, stroking lovingly at his cheekbone with her thumb. “Where’s your head at right now?”

Harry looks down at her and sighs. She looks so beautiful like this, naked and wet and smiling. He wants to remember her this way always, and he takes a mental photograph before he gives her a cheeky grin.

“Just thinking about how awful you smell.”

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Several hours later, after a long shower and a delicious but very small dinner, Harry finds himself lying on his belly beside Roni, helping her with the puzzle she’d started earlier. They’ve made terrific progress, and although a few hundred pieces still remain scattered on the floor around them, the entire puzzle is starting to come together quite nicely.

It’s a very casual night, and they chat idly as they work. Roni tells a few more stories about her mother, and Harry talks about his life in London. It’s easy, and it’s fun, but Harry’s mind is wandering.

Roni can tell that there’s something on Harry’s mind, but she doesn’t bother bringing it up because she already knows what it is. It’s on her mind, too.

With every passing day, they get closer to her leaving to go back home-- and the uncertainty of whether or not they’ll ever see one another again in this lifetime.

It’s nearing ten when Harry decides he can’t obsess about this any longer. So he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and speaks.

“Veronica?”

“Mm?”

“I have to ask you something.”

The way Harry says it catches Roni’s attention, and she knows this is important. So she looks at him with a grin. “What’s up?”

Harry hesitates, knowing he shouldn’t do what he’s about to do. Roni senses his tension, and something tells her she isn’t going to like the conversation they’re about to have.

“Why don’t you…” Harry trails off in a puff of air, shaking his head and trying again. “I mean, would it be so bad if… if you stayed here with me?”

Roni feels her heart sink as she absorbs what it is he’s saying. Somehow she’d known it was coming, but she was still hoping he wouldn’t go there.

She opens her mouth, then closes it. She gulps, licks her lips, shakes her head, and nervously twists the ring on her finger before finally settling on her reply. “Harry,” she says slowly. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Harry sits up, launching into a spiel that he has clearly given thought to. “Would it be so awful?” He shakes his head. “Darling, I don’t want to wake up in a world that… that you aren’t in yet. I don’t want to live the rest of my life wondering how or—or if I’m ever going to find you again.”

He strokes at her face tenderly, allowing her a moment to think about what he’s saying. His face is so soft that she almost cannot bear to look at it. She closes her eyes, leaning into his soft touch when he speaks again quietly. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Harry--” she whispers.

“Stay with me,” he says quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Veronica. Stay here. With me. I’ve known you for such a short amount of time and yet I cannot imagine my life without you in it. Not now.”

Roni tries her best to keep her breathing under control as she sits up now as well. “Harry,” she tries again, but her voice is hardly audible over the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. “I wish I could.”

“Why can’t you?! You could live here, in this place. With me. We could save up. Build a life--”

“I have a life,” Roni says through a voice crack. Through her misty eyes, she sees Harry deflating. “In 1999, where I belong. That is my timeline, Harry. We’ve talked about this. I can’t just give that up and stay in a time fifty years before I even exist. I have a life. I have friends, I have a job, I have a family, I have--”

“A boyfriend?” It isn’t a question. Harry suddenly sounds bitter, and it takes Roni by surprise.

Roni shakes her head, immediately hurt. “Don’t do that to me. That’s not fair.”

“Is it not?” Harry asks challengingly.

Roni tries to regain her balance after the sudden 180 of their conversation. She reaches up in a feeble attempt to prevent a tear from rolling down her cheek. “I don’t--”

“I’ll tell you what isn’t fair,” Harry states. He gestures outwardly with his hands. “You. And this whole thing. What was the reason for any of this if it’s only temporary?”

Roni swallows the lump in her throat. “So all of this… is nothing but temporary to you? You think you’re owed this? You can’t just accept it for what it is?”

“Of course it’s not nothing, Veronica. That’s the whole bloody point.”

“So you’re just going to throw a fit until it’s all over because it’s not ‘fair’ then?!”

Harry reaches up to run a hand through his hair, exasperated. “And you? You’re just going to go back to your boyfriend in the future and forget about me? Sweep me under the rug and pretend I never existed?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing is wrong with me, Veronica, I just thought that--” Harry trails off in a scoff. “I don’t know. I just hoped you might see it the way I do.” Harry rises to his feet, and it’s intimidating the way he looms over her. He turns like he’s going to head into the bedroom, and Roni takes that as her cue to stand up as well.

He doesn’t get to walk away like this. Not when he’s already hurt Roni’s feelings so deeply.

It’s useless for her to even try to cover up her tears at this point. “It not that simple, Harry, fuck!”

“It could be though.” He whirls back to face her and he sounds almost pleading as he takes a step in her direction. “Listen, I can’t--”

“You have to.” Roni tries her hardest to make her voice sound firm, but it cracks the minute she opens her mouth. She takes a shaky breath in an attempt to control her emotions and tries again. “Harry, you have to. I’m not staying here.”

“Would it be so bad if you did?”

“Yes! It would be bad! Not because I don’t want to but because this isn’t right. It’s not natural. I mean, shit, you heard Violet! You know I can’t stay here.”

“Because you’re scared of finally feeling something real for once?”

Roni scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Harry, do you hear yourself right now? Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t understand why you won’t at least think about it.”

“And I don’t understand why you’re bringing this up right now! When we only have so many nights left together, this is what you do?”

“That’s the point, Veronica! We do only have so much time left. But we could have more, and I don’t see the harm in--”

“That’s not the point!” Roni’s voice matches his in intensity. “You know that’s not the point! There are so many factors back home resting on me making it back. You think people aren’t going to notice? What do you think my friends are going to do if I never come back?”

“But what about me?” Harry asks defiantly. “What do you think I’m going to do without you?”

Roni is shaking as she speaks. “I didn’t come here for you, Harry. None of this was ever for you, or about you. This was all for my mom. This was for me. You just ended up in the crossfire.”

The intensity of her words hangs thick in the air, and Roni wishes she could take them back as soon as they exit her lips.

Roni and Harry stare one another down, and Roni feels out of breath suddenly-- as if she’s just run a mile. Her bottom lip trembles pathetically.

Harry’s expression is completely unreadable, and the visible rise and fall of his chest intimidates Roni. His nostrils flare, and she watches with bated breath-- waiting for him to say something.

When Harry doesn’t respond, Roni speaks again-- softer this time. “Look, I didn’t mean--”

“I know what you meant.” Harry’s voice is steady and even, and it scares Roni.

Roni wants to take a step forward. She wants to wrap him up in her arms and kiss him. At the same time, she wants him to do something-- anything other than just stare blankly at her. He is cold and unmoving, and Roni doesn’t dare make a sound.

Her nose feels stuffy now, and she sniffs pitifully in an attempt to clear it. “I don’t want to leave you,” she says finally. “But I don’t have a choice.”

Despite his unwavering face of stone, Harry’s eyes seem so on the brink of tears that Roni can’t stop herself from reaching for him. He takes a subtle step back, eyeing her fingers and then allowing himself to look at her face again. “You’re right,” he says, voice weak and wobbly.

“Harry,” she breathes, “Please understand--”

“I do,” he says, nodding. “I do understand.”

There’s a tense and claustrophobic feeling between them that seems to last for decades. Harry’s eyes fall to the floor, and he chews on the inside of his cheek. Roni can’t help it and chokes out a wimpy little sob, reaching up to wipe at the tears now free falling down her face. What she really wants is for Harry to hold her. To kiss her tears away and make her laugh with a stupid joke. She wants to feel alright again.

Finally, when the silence is so thick Roni doesn’t even feel like she’s in the same room anymore, she takes a deep breath. “I’m going to bed,” she says as coolly as she can muster. “And I… want you to join me. I hope you will.”

Roni turns on her heel and wipes at her tear soaked face as she makes her way into the bedroom. She nudges the door behind her but doesn’t close it fully, hoping that Harry will follow her.

Her feet feel cemented to the floor, and before even attempting to move further into the dark room Roni buries her face in her hands-- finally allowing herself to fully cry now.

She knows Harry can hear her, and she doesn’t care. Her heart hurts, and her head hurts, and all she wants right now is to go to sleep cuddled up to the one person who both wants her and doesn’t want anything to do with her. It’s one of the worst feelings Roni’s had since she got here.

She finds herself curled up in bed nearly ten minutes later, with a face that’s sticky from leftover tears and a nose that’s almost completely stopped up. She stares soberly at the window, choking on the overwhelming amount of thoughts swimming around in the fog of her brain.

Harry had been right about one thing: not one bit of this is fair.

Her eyes feel puffy and they beg her to close them, but her thoughts continue to race and keep her frozen, staring at the window and willing all of this to go away. She prays that she’ll wake up back home, in her own bed, with all of this just a distant memory and an alcohol induced bad dream. But the thought of Harry not existing-- the thought of losing this incredible feeling of love in every sense of the word-- breaks her heart even more. She lets out a small, pathetic cry.

Roni is startled when, moments later, she hears the familiar creak of the bedroom door opening. She doesn’t turn to meet his gaze, but his presence in the room both softens her heart and tenses her body. She reaches up to wipe at her still running nose and waits anxiously for him to say something.

“You know,” he says slowly. “I’ve always believed the policy that you should never go to bed angry.”

Roni sniffs again, waiting as she hears his footsteps get closer and closer. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he settles himself down onto it, crawling slowly until he’s nuzzled softly between the wall and Roni.

With uncertain movements, he wraps an arm around her from behind. He’s unsure if she wants anything to do with him, but he visibly relaxes when he feels her take his hand.

Harry kisses the back of her neck and she feels some of her tension melt away instantly. With his lips ghosting just above her skin, he speaks. “I’m so sorry.”

Roni doesn’t speak, she just stares blankly at the wall ahead of her-- thankful to at least have him this close to her. He presses his lips to her skin but doesn’t kiss, he just allows them to rest there for a moment before he speaks again.

“You... are the first happiness I’ve felt in years,” he whispers. “You are, undoubtedly, the best thing that has ever happened to me.” His fingertips trail up her arm with uncertainty. “I’m not ready to let it go just yet. But I know I have no choice.”

Finally, Roni turns slowly onto her back. In the dimly lit room she can hardly make out any of his features, and she reaches an unsteady hand up to stroke tenderly at his face.

“I hate this as much as you do,” she whispers, voice scratchy and thick.

He leans down to kiss her lips gently, just a soft but meaningful peck. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean--”

“Neither did I.” Roni sits up on her elbows. Even through the darkness of the room, she looks earnestly at Harry-- trying to convey even a fraction of what she feels for him. “I’m sorry, too. This is confusing and horrible. We got dealt some of the worst cards anyone could get, and it sucks. It sucks ass.”

Harry snorts at her bluntness, nudging her nose with his own before pecking her lips gently. “It does suck ass,” he says, and Roni laughs at how strange those words sound coming out of his mouth.

Roni’s already swollen eyes grow foggy once again and she wills herself not to cry by closing them. She pushes her forehead against Harry’s and holds his face. “I’m going to miss you every day of my life,” she whispers. “I wish I didn’t have to.”

Harry kisses her once, twice, three times, and she can feel his own eyelashes flutter against her skin. “You don’t have to yet,” he says. “We still have time.”

Roni’s heart thumps in her chest, and there’s a ringing in her ears as the words she’s been dying to say come creeping up her throat. They rest heavily on the tip of her tongue, and she kisses him in an attempt to push them away. But there they are, heavy and demanding to be said.

“Harry?” she says softly.

“Yes, honey?”

She swallows the nausea in her throat.

“I love you.”

Harry doesn’t move, and they both sit with foreheads pressed together as they allow her words to sink in.

After a moment, Roni blinks the fog out of her eyes and speaks again. “You don’t have to say it back,” she says quietly. “I just thought you should know.”

She settles down against the pillows, fully prepared for Harry to not say anything back. She lets out a breath of finality, happy that the words are no longer pressing against her ribcage, and although she can still feel Harry’s eyes practically burning a hole into her face, she keeps her eyes glued shut.

It’s been a long day, she’s been through a lot, and now with Harry beside her and the air between them cleared, she feels she could fall asleep at any moment. She doesn’t regret saying those words to him at all, but they do make her nervous. After all, they’ve known each other such a short while. What if he thinks she’s crazy?

“Veronica?”

Her heart stops when she hears her name. She doesn’t answer him verbally, but she does peek one eye open to inform him that she’s listening.

Roni can just barely make out the soft smile on his face when he replies with a trembling voice. “I love you, too.”

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galoots · 4 years

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Its springtime and you know what that means! Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing, love is in the air, and Donald is up to some toddler shenanigans.

Scrooge stretched out on his lawn chair with a satisfied sigh. After a long, cold winter, the first day of spring was finally here, and everyone was taking advantage of the warm weather. Duckworth was hard at work in the garden, coaxing new shoots from the loam underneath him. His usual white gloves had been replaced with gardening gloves and he had even untucked his tail from his trousers—a rare occurrence indeed. Bobbing around the garden was Donald’s little bonneted head. The tyke was using his newly acquired walking skills to chase various critters around the yard. The creatures were too fast for him and his bumbling, uncertain steps, but the baby didn’t seem to mind. He kept at it with a singular purpose. The yard was alive with energy. Birds were all a-twitter, singing their love songs for hopeful mates. Squirrels busied themselves hunting around for food. Bees were buzzing about their hives and pollinating flowers.

Scrooge, however, was simply content to lie there and sun himself. After a winter locked up inside, doing paperwork and holding business meetings, it felt good to just sit in the sun and soak up the scene in front of him. His relaxation was put on hold briefly as little hands jostled him, desperate to get his attention. Peering over the side of his chair, he saw wee Donald excitedly bouncing up and down as he waited for his uncle to notice him.

“Hello there, sweetheart.” Scrooge shaded his eyes from the sun, squinting against the glare. “Got something for me?”

A bundle of mangled weeds, clumps of dirt still dangling from their roots, were clasped tightly in Donald’s pudgy hand. He pushed them into Scrooge’s with clumsy, uncalculated force. “Flowers,” was all he had to say.

Scrooge sniffed his wild bouquet were a dozen roses. They smelled of grass and dirt. “They smell wonderful. Thank you darling. I’ll keep them tucked in my lapel.”

Donald beamed up at him. “’Nother present for Unca!”

“What’s that, Donnie?”

“Eyes closed!” Donald demanded.

Doing as he was told, Scrooge held out his open hand. Sight or no sight, he was never sure what to expect from his mischievous duckling. He didn’t need his eyes to feel that the slimy mass Donald had plopped into his open hand was wriggling. His eyes shot open and Scrooge suppressed the urge to jerk his hand away and send the mass of worms flying. A shudder racked its way down his spine. Beads of sweat formed on his brow.

“T-thank you!” The tangle of worms in his palm writhed. “I-I love it!”

“Snack!”

“What?”

Donald pantomimed eating the worms, rubbing his stomach in big exaggerated circles. “Yum!”

“No!” Scrooge’s stomach flopped at the thought of throwing live worms into his open maw. “Absolutely not! We do not eat worms!”

Donald’s face dropped. His beak began to tremble. Scrooge knew all too well the tells of a toddler about to bawl.

“Ok! Look! Unca is going to eat them!” The worm squirmed as Scrooge held it aloft. In a way he hoped was convincing, Scrooge pretended to eat the poor critter. He dropped it behind his head Luckily, it wasn’t hard to trick a toddler, and Donald clapped happily as Scrooge partook of his pretend meal. “Mmm! Delicious!”

“Gonna get more!” Satisfied, Donald ran back to the garden.

Free from incriminating eyes, Scrooge unceremoniously dumped the worms on the grass. He wiped his hand frantically on his coat wiping his hand frantically on his coat.

“Hey!” Benedict snapped his head up, pointing his trowel directly at Scrooge. “Worms are good for the garden. Unless you want trouble, I’d strongly suggest you pick those gentlemen back up and deposit them next to the petunias, Scrooge.”

Scrooge sighed wearily. It was useless trying to argue. Benedict took gardening awfully seriously. He fished his handkerchief from his pocket and bent down to start picking up the worms.

Meanwhile, Donald had waddled over to Benedict’s side to see what all the hubbub was about. “Ducky!” Donald stood on his tippy toes to softly stroke Benedict’s head.

Benedict smiled warmly at the touch. “Hello dear.” Placing the trowel down, Benedict removed his gloves. “Come to join me in the garden?”

“Yah. Garden!” Donald bent to pick up the trowel his Ducky had just put down.

Benedict eased the tool from the toddler’s hands, directing his attention elsewhere. “Admire the flowers with me, poppet.”

Distracted, Donald let go of the trowel and grabbed roughly at the flower instead.

Benedict carefully pulled the tender petals from the toddler’s crushing grasp. “Softly now.” He warned. “Flowers are fragile.” Benedict took Donald’s hand in his own, guiding it to stroke the velvety petals.

“Soft.” Donald whispered.

“Indeed. But that’s not all. Give it a sniff.”

Benedict brought the flower to Donald’s bill so he could smell the flower. Donald inhaled. “Smell goo’.”

“Pretty isn’t it?”

“Pwetty.” Donald echoed.

Turning towards his Puppa, Donald placed a chubby hand on Benedict’s face. “Pwetty Ducky.”

Benedict blinked at the little hand on his face. “Me? I’m pretty?”

“Ya.” Donald patted Benedict’s face. “Flower pwetty. Ducky pwetty.”

“Well, aren’t you the charmer.” Benedict chuckled as he planted a kiss on Donald’s head. “Thank you, poppet.”

A stocky, squat figure momentarily blocked out the sun, casting a shadow over the garden.

“So you get compliments while I get worms.” Scrooge held his handkerchief at arm’s length, pinched between two fingers like a dirty nappy. The worms wriggled inside the cloth.

Duckworth smirked. “The boy has impeccable taste.” He graciously took the bundle of worms and freed them from their cloth prison. The worms burrowed into the dirt.

Scrooge scoffed and shoved Benedict’s shoulder playfully.

Pointing one pudgy finger accusatorially at his uncle, Donald yelled. “No hitting!” He looked very cross. “Bad Unca! No hit!”

Duckworth laughed. “Very good, poppet! Unca is being naughty. He deserves a time out. A sentence of sixty years with no baby kisses seems appropriate.”

Scrooge gasped. “That’s too harsh! I think that qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment.”

“No kissy?” Donald’s face fell. His face contorted and his bill started to waver.

Benedict and Scrooge shared a panicked look with one another. It was too late, however, to rectify the situation. A warbling cry pierced the air, causing all sentient life with eardrums to head for cover. Even the worms underneath the earth, stone-deaf as they were, winced as the vibrations reached them.

“Duckworth is making a joke, honeybunch!” Scrooge yelled over the ruckus.

Benedict had immediately covered his sensitive ears. “You can have all the kisses you want!”

Scrooge swooped the crying toddler into his arms. He hugged him tightly and peppered his face with kisses to prove his point. He jiggled the duckling in his arms, murmuring soothing words all the while. Donald’s crying faded into quiet sniffling. Instinctually, Scrooge reached for his handkerchief. He found his pocket empty. He had used it to gather the worms, and now it was crumpled against Duckworth’s ear.

With a sigh, he used his sleeve to wipe away his duckling’s tears. “There’s my bonny boy.” He smiled at the teary-eyed babe in his arms. “No need for tears.”

“Is it over?” Benedict shouted.

“It’s over. You can take your hands off your ears, Benedict.”

“What?” Benedict unclasped his hands. His ears perking up cautiously. “Oh.”

Scrooge chuckled heartily, patting Donald on the back.

“Dow’.” Donald demanded with a sharp tug of Scrooge’s sideburn.

“Ouch.” Scrooge obliged the demanding toddler, plopping him down on the grass. Having already forgotten the incident, Donald wandered over to admire the flowers again.

Benedict and Scrooge watched their ward silently for a moment, drinking in the moment of calm after the storm.

“I agree. With Donald, that is. About what he said earlier.” Scrooge roughly whispered.

Benedict’s ears perked up, trying to catch what Scrooge had said. “Hm?”

Covering his face with embarrassment, Scrooge faked a cough and deflected. “T-the flowers. They’re very pretty. You’ll be sure to win the best gardener prize this year for sure.”

“Meredith Hagemann—eat your heart out! That trophy is mine for the taking!”

The two of them chuckled in unison as Benedict cursed his horticultural rival. For a brief, unguarded moment, Scrooge stared wistfully at his friend crouched in the dirt. Benedict picked up his gloves once again–intent on getting back to work. He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve Benedict in his life, but he was glad he was there. Perhaps the headiness of spring had gotten to him, for Scrooge opened his beak ready to tell him so. Before he could eke out whatever emotion-choked words dangled from the tip of his tongue, a terrible sight had stopped him. Benedict’s eyes opened in surprise as he spotted it too. Donald had grabbed one of Benedict’s prized petunias in his tiny hand and, in a frighteningly quick manner, shoved the blossom directly into his awaiting mouth. Scrooge dove to stop him, but it was far too late. Donald snapped the flower off its stem and munched on it happily.

Benedict couldn’t help but laugh.

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missbellaswan · 4 years

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Twice Bitten Half Turned - Chapter 4

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“Is your family avoiding me?” I asked Edward. He was sitting cross legged on a blanket outside my house with my head in his lap. He was playing with my hair and humming softly as I was rereading Wuthering Heights. He stopped humming and laughed. He leaned over so his face was directly above mine.

“What makes you think that?” He asked, still laughing.

“I haven’t seen anyone since before we found out about this.” I lifted my arm and pouted slightly. I was worried that with all these changes they wouldn’t want me to be a part of their family with the way I was now. Maybe they saw me as a threat. I was an unknown, even more than when I had first met Edward, what if they thought I was jeopardizing the safety of their family? What if I was?

"They are just giving you some space while we figure things out,” Edward promised, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “besides, you saw Carlisle two days ago.”

“I know, but are they okay with everything?” Everything being me and my new half vampire form.

“Bella, you don’t have to worry about them.” He assured me.

“But I haven’t even seen Alice,” I sighed, “are you sure they’re not upset with me?”

“Upset?” He raised an eyebrow, I felt a little silly for worrying about this, but I missed them. “They’re not upset with you Bella, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He paused. “I asked them to keep their distance while you worked through everything. I thought you wanted space from vampire stuff.”

“Oh. I guess I did say that didn’t I?” I conceded. “Well I’m removing my vampire ban, when can I see them?” I asked. Edward smiled at me and opened his mouth to respond, but his cellphone started ringing before he could. He pulled it out and answered.

“Hi, Alice. No, I haven’t told her. No, she didn’t. Yes. Alice, please.” Edward sighed and held the phone out to me. He looked annoyed, but I was impatient to talk to Alice so I ignored him and took the phone.

“Alice?” I said.

"Bella!” Alice’s voice was even higher than usual, she was excited about something.

“What’s going on?”

“Well I just saw that you were coming to the party tonight and I’m so happy. It’s a little short notice, but you know me, I have everything covered. I need you to come over here as soon as you can so we can get you ready—”

“Alice, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh.” She huffed. I saw Edward roll his eyes. “Well in that case, since Edward clearly failed to extend the invitation, we are having a going away party tonight for Rose and Emmett and we would love it if you could come.” Alice paused, clearly waiting for me to accept the invitation.

“I’m not really in the mood for a party, Alice. Promise me nothing too crazy.”

“Nothing too crazy. Promise. Please come!” Alice pleaded.

“Okay.” I sighed, “I’ll be there.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you soon!”

I handed the phone back to Edward and stood up. Edward smiled, but pulled me back down onto the blanket with him.

“We still have some time.” He reminded me. Kissing me lightly along my jawline, pulling me in closer.

Finally he reached my mouth and I wrapped my hands into his hair, pulling him in. My heart thudded in my ears and I had to remind myself to draw in a breath. He held me there, kissing me and restraining me at the same time. After a moment he laughed lightly, pressing several more soft kisses to my cheeks before pulling out of my reach.

“You were saying?” I said, following him and he leaned away from me. He just smiled in return, keeping me at a distance.

“Sorry, I’m just not sure you would have survived much more of that,” he joked.

“Very funny.” I said. I stood up again and he was already standing beside me with the blanket folded in his arms. Then something occurred to me.

“Edward?” I asked as we walked inside the house.

“Yes, my love?”

“What would happen to me if I died? Now that I’m like this.” I hadn’t even considered that specific aspect of my new physiology. Can I still die the same way a human would? Am I going to continue to age?

“I asked Carlisle the same thing.” Edward said, sighing. “We don’t know. He doesn’t think there is enough venom to fully change you, so it is unlikely you would be immortal, but we don’t really know anything more than that.” He watched me as I put my book and the blanket away, distracting myself with the inane tasks.

I nodded. I didn’t really know what to do with this information. I grabbed my shoes and keys and walked back outside.

Edward followed me out and we both got in my truck. He hated it when we took my car, but he didn’t complain. We drove in silence and Edward rubbed my shoulder absentmindedly. My head was spinning again with all new sets of questions about whatever I was now. Edward seemed to be caught up in his own thoughts too.

I knew what it felt like to die. I didn’t remember much of what happened at the ballet studio, but I remember the feeling of letting go, of starting to float away. I had never thought much about my own mortality until I had been confronted with it so directly. But now, it was impossible to even know if I was mortal or not. I hated the not knowing.

My anxious thoughts made me even more aware of the venom crawling through my body. Since we had first noticed it the venom had spread through my entire arm and shoulder, and was now making its way up my neck and down through my torso. It hadn’t reached my heart yet, but it would soon and I was nervous to find out what would happen when it did. It felt like it was wrapping around me like tendrils, threatening to squeeze the life out of me with no warning. Edward and Carlisle assured me that there was not enough venom in my system to kill me or change me, but it also wasn’t showing any signs of stopping.

I pulled onto the Cullen’s long driveway and Edward seemed to relax. I couldn’t tell if he was worrying about me or if he was just annoyed with my driving. Something told me it was probably a bit of both.

Alice was already waiting for us on the porch when I pulled up to the Cullen’s house. I hopped out of the truck and I felt cold arms around me before my feet even hit the ground.

“Bella!” Alice spun me in a tight circle and set me back down on the ground. I blinked a few times, regaining my balance and smiled at her.

“Hi, Alice.” We both turned to glare at Edward, making it clear we were annoyed at him trying to keep us apart.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” Edward said raising his hands in surrender.

“Damn right you’re sorry.” Alice told him. She grabbed my hand and started to drag me inside. I knew this was my last chance to see Edward for a while so I turned and he gave me a quick kiss before I was dragged away for whatever nonsense Alice had planned for me.

Alice was already talking a mile a minute before we made it to her room. Sometimes she talked so fast I couldn’t even understand what she was saying. I just smiled and nodded and assured her that I had missed her too.

“Rosalie will be on her best behavior I promise. I sent her and Jasper to run a few errands before tonight,” Alice was saying as she sat me down in front of the monstrous vanity in her room.

“Is Rosalie still upset with me?” I was hoping Alice wouldn’t try to spare my feelings like Edward did. I hadn’t seen Rosalie hardly at all since Phoenix and started to feel like I was crashing her party.

“Rosalie is very protective.” Alice said. “She doesn’t like not knowing things, and there’s lots about you, and your new hybrid status, that we just don’t know anything about. She feels threatened.”

“Hybrid?”

“Do you have a better word for it?” Alice was buzzing around me pulling tubes and curlers and brushes out of the drawers. “You’re half vampire, half human.”

“Hybrid.” Edward and I hadn’t been calling it anything, so I didn’t have a word for it until now. But giving it a name made it a little less scary. “I like that.” I told her.

Alice just smiled and turned back to her work. Her work being me. She spent the next hour doing my makeup and playing with my hair until she was satisfied.

Just as she was putting the final bobby pins into my hair, I saw a flash of blonde hair in the doorway.

“Everything is set up outside.” Rosalie told Alice. I could see them both in the mirror behind me inspecting my hair. I saw Alice’s eyes glass over for just a moment and she nodded in approval.

Alice turned to Rosalie after she was satisfied with me and looked her over. “Do you need any help getting ready?” Alice asked. Rosalie smiled at her. I realized I had never seen her truly smile in front of me before. It was even more beautiful that I could have imagined. I could still see myself sitting in front of her in the mirror, a grim comparison, so I turned the chair to face the two of them.

“Emmett wants to braid my hair, but you could help me do my makeup if you want.” Rosalie sat down in the chair next to me and started sorting through Alice’s collection. I had never seen this side of her before, she seemed oddly human. She was softer than I was used to.

Even with the kinder façade, she still hadn’t acknowledged me since she had walked in. I stood up and walked over to Alice’s bed and sat down. I was relieved that Alice seemed to be giving me a break for now. They let me sit and watch and the two of them chatted while they did one another’s makeup. Rosalie was telling Alice about their travel plans for the year when Esme walked in.

“Bella!” She smiled widely at me and rushed over to give me a warm hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Hi, Esme.” I said. She wandered back over to the other girls at a more human pace, and I jumped off the bed to join the them.

“Everything is ready.” Esme told Alice.

“Well everyone had better get dressed then.” Alice jumped up and opened her closet. She shooed Rosalie and Esme out the door, insisting they wear the outfits that she had left in their rooms for them.

“Is this a formal event?” I knew better than to ask, but I was afraid of what Alice had in store for me.

“No, but everyone should always look their best.” Alice returned from inside her closet with a swathe of pale blue fabric in her arms. She unfurled it in front of me to reveal a light flowing long sleeved dress. “Trust me, I’ve already seen you in it.” She turned back to her closet to get her clothes.

I undressed and started sliding into my new dress. From behind me I heard Alice take in a sharp breath and turned to see her staring at my bare arm. She walked back over to me and inspected it for a moment. It didn’t feel like judgement, she seemed genuinely curious.

After a minute she looked up and me and smiled, warm and comforting. Then she pulled the sleeve of my dress up and did all of the buttons up in a flash before returning to her closet to get dressed herself.

When she returned she was wearing a short sleeved floral dress that wrapped around her tiny body and flowed down to her ankles. She nodded approvingly at my dress and turned me around to face the mirrors again.

My hair was pinned half up with soft curls flowing down my back, complimenting the light fabric of the dress that stopped just above my knees. Rosalie and Esme returned in their approved outfits as Alice handed me a pair of strappy brown sandals. Rosalie wore a white dress that had turned her into even more of a Greek goddess, if that were possible. Her hair was braided up into a crown around her head. Esme wore a lavender sundress and a wide brimmed sun hat. She radiated so much warmth for someone I knew would be cold to the touch.

“Perfect.” Alice approved of everyone and started to herd us out the door and down the stairs. I took a deep breath and tugged at the sleeves of my dress. Alice and Rosalie were out the door first and Esme caught my arm as I went to follow, holding me back.

“You have nothing to worry about.” She said. It was matter of fact, she wasn’t trying to console me, she was just telling me something she truly believed.

“I’ve never been to a vampire party before.” I joked lightly. She smiled and me and held my hand as she led me out the door to follow the others.

“Alice loves an excuse to get us all dressed up. That’s all it is.” We walked down the stairs and met Alice and Edward in the living room.

“Edward is being obstinate.” Alice complained to me. We met them at the bottom of the stairs and Edward pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

“I merely said that I wouldn’t move an inch from this room until Bella was with me again.” Edward said looking me over with his golden eyes.

“Bella,” Alice whined again.

“Come on,” I told the both of them, grabbing each of their hands. Esme followed behind us and we made our way outside, where I could hear the others talking.

“Hey Bella!” Emmett yelled as we made our way to the backyard. Alice had decked out the yard with string lights and lanterns and flowers everywhere, to complement Esme’s already extensive garden.

I waved at Emmett and we all walked down and joined the rest of the group. Jasper and Carlisle were talking animatedly about some war that I had never heard of, but Rose and Emmett turned away from the conversation as soon as we arrived. They seemed happy for an excuse to leave that particular conversation. Alice bounced over to Jasper’s side and Esme joined their group as well, wrapping an arm around her husband’s waist.

Emmett and Rose stood facing us, and with Alice and Esme’s exit, we were now an unlikely group of four. But Emmett didn’t seem bothered and he scooped me up in a hug, lifting me into the air before setting me back down.

“I heard you’re not so fragile anymore, part vamp now huh?” Emmett teased, mockingly punching me in the shoulder. He barely even touched me, but I flinched instinctively. Emmett laughed, but Edward glared at him.

“It’s okay,” I told Edward before turning to Emmett, “I think I’m still considered fragile in this demographic.” I motioned to the hoard of vampires around me and Emmett laughed.

Esme turned around from their conversation to look back at me. “There’s food for you if you’re hungry, dear.” She said, pointing over to a small table of food and a pitcher of lemonade set out for me.

“Thanks.” I said. She smiled and turned back to Carlisle.

Edward led me over to the food table, it held enough food for everyone at the party, despite the fact that I would be the only one eating any of it.

“I’m not sure Alice and Esme know how much a human eats.” Edward said. He had gotten more used to the idea of food after spending time with me, but it was clear the rest of the Cullen’s were still a little clueless. We both laughed and I poured myself a glass of lemonade. “You look absolutely stunning.” He told me, looking me over again with his bright eyes.

“Thanks.” I looked him over and noticed that all the boys were wearing similar outfits. Light tan linen pants with soft toned button ups. Edward had his sleeves rolled up and the top button undone. He looked gorgeous, as always. I held a hand up to the collar of his shirt to indicate the loose button. “You look nearly indecent.” I teased. I heard Emmett swivel towards us and immediately regretted the conversation, so close to prying ears.

But Edward shot Emmett a look that kept his mouth shut. He was still grinning over at us widely though, so I just sipped my lemonade and watched as the others mingled and chatted. They all laughed loudly and freely. They looked so different here than I was used to seeing them, in public and under the guise of humanity. They looked brighter, warmer, almost alive.

"Are you okay?” Edward asked. He was nearly whispering, but I knew the others could still hear us.

“Yeah.” I said, smiling so he would know I was telling the truth. I didn’t want to elaborate in such a public place, but I had been so caught up in worrying about what was going to happen to me now that I was a hybrid, that I forgot that this was what I wanted. To be a vampire, to be a part of this family. I found myself more upset that I wasn’t fully a vampire yet, than upset about not being fully human anymore.

We spent the afternoon talking and laughing. I complimented Esme’s garden and she showed me around, pointing out all of her flowers and trees she had planted. Jasper and Emmett started up a casual game of catch, tossing a baseball straight up into the air as high as they could.

The afternoon was cloudy, but warm. The sun only peaked through the clouds once. But when it did several sets of golden eyes turned to me, eager to see the change for themselves. We were all standing in loose circles talking. Carlisle and Esme were still caught up their own conversation, but the others had all fallen silent, staring at the new hybrid in their midst. The rays of sunshine caught the skin on my neck in the same way it danced on theirs. Time seemed to slow down as I watched their diamond bright faces watching me. Edward was staring at me too, trying to gauge my reaction. I nodded at him, making sure he knew I was okay. The sun passed back behind the clouds and the moment passed. Everyone turned back to their conversations and it was forgotten as quickly as it had happened.

When the sun started to set I decided it was time for me to go. I needed to make dinner and I hadn’t seen much of Charlie recently, which I think we both felt guilty about. I said goodbye to everyone, and wished Rose and Emmett safe travels. Emmett hugged me again and ruffled my hair. Rosalie thanked me in return and waved politely as Edward walked me back to my car.

He started to walk around to the passenger side, but I stopped him.

“Stay.” I said.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Stay with your family.” I insisted. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He kissed me and looked me over once more before heading back to the party and leaving me half dazed next to my truck.

I drove home smiling. There was still lots to worry about and I could still feel the venom pulsing in my veins, but I felt a little lighter.

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