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[owlyjules]

Be sure to always download those fics that stick with you. There are several sites to save fics from sites like FFN, and AO3 has a built-in downloader with multiple formats to choose from. Fanfics get deleted often so always, always make sure to keep your favorites somewhere as a backup.

Thank you for the reminder anon!:D

I already did for those few fics that means a lot to me. Thankfully too since sadly in one case the author left and took all of their work with them. Right now I dont read a lot of new fics but I always get back up of my wifes favourites as well! You never know!

#the ghosts are asking #of course I will never repost or share the old fics #but I am so glad I still have some of those! #My guys one is a livejournal fic to give you guys an idea of how old i am speaking #fanfiction #please treat authors kindly and comments! #I try to comment on the few fics I am reading here and there even if its not always every chapter! #My brain is just mush this winter

[hikari3601]

We’ll be a Fine Line

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Pairing | Al Haitham x Reader

Author’s Note | I’m really sorry for the super long wait.

CW/TW | Al Haitham’s mean :(

Synopsis | Flinching away from him during an argument.

The line between distance and disregard is a fine one, something that Al Haitham seemed to have overlooked. The Scribe -who lives off of rationality as if it were air, found that space seemed to be the most efficient means towards a peaceful resolution during conflict, yet it all turned sour somewhere down the line and worst of all, its toxicity was so steadily progressive that it only became noticeable when it was nigh impossible to ignore it.

Several arguments had passed without any form of resolution and with every person in the Academia five seconds away from an aneurysm, as Acting Grand, Sage Al Haitham was not in the best of moods.

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“Haitham.” You called from behind the door, patiently waiting with his lunch in hand, yet silence was all that ensued in the following moments, thus you called again, a little louder this time…still nothing.

Deciding to try your luck at entering you turned the handle, perhaps he had an errand to run and was out for a bit, you thought.

Fortunately, the door was unlocked, and lo and behold sat Al Haitham at his desk, hair slightly tousled and his cape laying on the couch. He looked up at you questioningly. “Can I help you Y/N?”

“I knocked to see if you were in.” You explained, “I guess you didn’t hear me.”

He remained unmoving for several seconds, his eyes trained on the papers in front of him and after he placed the page down he allowed his gaze to briefly flicker towards you. “I heard it.”

Taking a few steps towards into the office, you took note of the cold atmosphere surrounding him but decided against commenting. “Why didn’t you answer?” You asked instead, placing his favourite meal on his desk.

“I was busy.” He deadpanned, eyes glued on the new page in front of him.

Your gaze drifted across his large frame, “When was the last time you slept?” You inquired, noting the dark circles on the skin surrounding his turquoise eyes.

“I took a little nap some few hours ago.”

A frown took form on your lips. “A nap in your office doesn’t count. When was the last time you got over five hours of sleep in your bed.” You urged, your frustration growing at his dismissive attitude.

He sighed, laying his papers on his desk with a loud ‘slap’ and looking up at you with a slight glare. “What is it you came for Y/N, unlike you I’m busy.”

“I’m here to check up on you Al Haitham.” You felt your aggravation grow in spite of your efforts to remain level-headed. “You’ve been working non stop and I’m worried about you.”

“Well, as you can see Y/N I’m perfectly well. Now, if you would kindly leave my office—“

“Why are you being like this?” You finally sighed, your patience beginning to waver.

“Because I have work to do. I don’t have time to laze around with you.”

“Laze around with me?” You echoed. “I may not be the Acting Grand Sage, Al Haitham, but that doesn’t mean I’m not working. I stop what I’m doing every day just to see if you’re alright…because Archons know that if I don’t, you’d be skipping meals daily!”

“I’m not some child Y/N, I don’t need you to look after me, now if you would please leave my office, I’m wasting time with this discussion.”

“How on earth do you think it’s right to treat people like this?” You snapped, the festering heat in your chest reaching its peak. “I’m worried about you because I care!”

“If you really cared…” He rose from his seat, approaching you with a steadiness that left you uneasy. “you would have left Y/N instead of wasting my time!”

His last words echoed throughout the room, but what was truly deafening to the man was your reaction —the way you stepped away from him as if preparing to flee.

Groaning at his actions, he lifted a hand to his already dishevelled hair in a poor attempt to calm his racing mind but watched in horror as you flinched.

Disgust soon washed over him like a tidal wave.

You thought he would hurt you?

Archons, he did hurt you… though not physically. It dawned on him that he had been treating you abrasively for the last few months, yet you still remained nothing short of kind and patient towards him.

He didn’t deserve you, he thought, yet a part of him selfishly feared that you’d leave him after today.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, and although his voice had grown soft, his eyes trembled with unspoken words of guilt and regret, the sight stubbornly pulling at your heart until you bridged the gap between the two of you and quietly took him into your arms.

He hesitated to reciprocate, worried that he’d cause you more alarm, but all it took was you tightening your hold around his torso for him to wrap his arms around you, settling his head against the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I’m sorry.”

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[ifimdreaming]

Can we go now?

Luke Hughes x Reader || angst, some fluff

summary: Luke brings you to a dinner party filled with misogynistic men and bad booze, and feels really bad about.

author’s note: this is very rushed but i hope you enjoy it anyway! love you

word count: 1.0k

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“how much longer lukey?..” you grab onto his arm and lean into him, quietly asking into his ear. “I know… i'm sorry, it’s only been a couple hours babe..but we can leave if you really need” He replies kindly, knowing how much you both hate dinner parties like this. 

It wasn’t often that your boyfriend invited you to these events so you just nod in response, knowing he needs to be here for work and, also, not wanting to be the one to make him leave early.

Normally it isn’t too terrible, and there are moments for you two to sneak away from crowds and quietly sit together at a table and just enjoy the night. But tonight was different, it was non stop talking and mingling, Luke trying to be as professional as possible around borderline rude men making bad jokes and slightly misogynistic comments, not caring that you are standing right there.

 And for the most part you were doing your best fake smiles and laughs, but the comments just kept getting worse and worse as the conversations progressed.

 After having dinner and moving outside for watered down cocktails, you go to refill your drink, needing an escape, and leaving Luke with a group of mostly strangers for a moment. Looking over at him from the bar, you can just tell from his face that he is getting tired and probably more and more irritable as the time passes. 

A moment later you feel a small brush against your back as you’re sitting at the bar and a hand rests against your thigh. “Ok i’ll have a drink and then we’re out of here” Luke sighs out as he takes a seat beside you. He rests his head in his hand, closing his eyes for a moment and you reach up to comb your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Ok…just please promise me you won’t get sucked into another endless conversation about the playoffs again?” 

“trust me, i wanted out of that conversation just as much as you did” he retorts back defeatedly. You both knew your moods were worsening when you started to get nippy and sarcastic with each other. 

You sit in silence for a moment while Luke is finishing his drink and you start to swirl the ice in your empty glass, needing to finish your drink even if it was the worst cocktail you’ve ever had in your life.

“Im really sorry i dragged you here, i just hate coming to these things…thought it would be at least a little more bearable with you around…” he looks down, “i didn't know it would be this…shitty” he begins to rub his thumb over your thigh slowly and you can tell by his tone that he truly feels bad about tonight and how everyone was treating you, knowing there are so many other things you two would rather be doing on a friday night.

“luke im just thankful we get to spend time together tonight” you start, “i'm glad you asked me to come with you” you say reassuringly. 

You look up at him with a small smile and place a gentle kiss on his lips, he leans in and brings a hand up to your face, cupping your jaw. You pull away and press a few soft kisses on his cheek, making him crack his first smile all night.

Just as Luke finishes his drink, you see two men walking towards the both of you sitting at the bar and you nudge Luke’s arm to warn him, not wanting to get trapped in conversation again. 

Luke quickly swivels on his seat and goes to stand up, grabbing your arm to help you down from your stool. He places some cash on the bar beside your empty glasses and you start towards the door, opposite the people walking your way.

“Luke Hughes! If it isn’t the newest new jersey devil!” a man in a dark grey suit and receding hairline creeps up behind Luke, “How bout’ we have a drink outside!” he says almost demandingly. 

“Sorry we’re actually heading out-” you try to interrupt, getting tired of staying quiet all night.  “Oh it will just be a minute” the man insists as he steps forward placing a hand on Luke’s back to nudge him towards the patio outside where more people were. This causes your hand to disconnect from Luke’s as the man begins speaking to Luke, completely ignoring you. 

“Actually she said we’re leaving” Luke defends, grabbing your hand and moving past the man. 

“Nice meeting you” he says sarcastically as we start to walk away and you swear you hear the man cursing under his breath at you as Luke pulls you by the hand, angrily marching towards the exit. 

“yeah this fucking sucked. no one’s treating you like that ever again.” he says as you make your way to the parking garage. “hey ..lukey…” you say and he turns around to face you as you’re both standing by the passenger side of his car “i'm so sorry about them” he says and crashes his lips on yours, his hands on both sides of your hips as he walks backwards, your back leaning on the side of his car as he makes out with you. 

You reach your hand up and run it along his chest and he leans down to place kisses across your neck. He places his hands on either side of your face and looks at you, “promise ill m-make it up to you..” he says remorsefully, hoping this night hasn’t upset you too much.

 “-Baby! Its ok! Its not your fault” you reassure through giggles and his eyebrows relax after seeing that your mood has lifted. 

“Honestly i’m just glad we’re finally leaving” his hands are still on your face and you grab his wrists, bringing them down, “Can we go now?” you say smiling at your sweet boyfriend as he looks back at you with loving eyes. 

“Of course”

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[marimosalad]

In light of recent unacceptable harassment to authors on AO3 and surge in Haladriel hate, many writers have become apprehensive about engaging in the fandom. A few things:

1. This is unacceptable. Please, for the love of god, trolls kindly fuck off because we’re all tired of your immature, holier-than-thou, entitled bullshit complaining. Is this how you behave in real life? How would you feel if you were treated in this manner? Aren’t you embarrassed by your own conduct as an adult member of society? If not, you should be. It’s sad and desperate and deranged.

2. Anti-ROPs, if you hate the show, why do you care so much about what fans do? Does it affect your daily life? Are you personally victimized by it? No? Then kindly fuck off.

3. READ THE TAGS. THE TAGS ARE THERE FOR *YOU* SO *YOU* COULD MAKE THE CHOICE TO READ WHAT YOU WANT OR DONT WANT TO READ. Don’t blame the authors when you don’t read & follow instructions.

4. Pro-Haladriel harassers, you do realize that attacking the authors will lead to fewer production of content? If you want to support the fandom, either support the writers and encourage them to keep writing, or don’t comment at all. You are not helping the fandom; you are hurting it.

Please reblog or share on other platforms. I’m fairly new to the fandom, so I feel like I’m yelling into the void here.

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[tarotwithdanise]

YOUR SOULMATE DETAILS

༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ pac sections ✧ . ˚

1. their personality/physical appearance

2. love language

3. places/nationality

4. how they will treat you

5. how & when will you meet

6. what or how will be the first celebration with them

7. what will their love about you

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PILE ONE - CAUTION YOU MIGHT FALLING IN LOVE

1. Their personality and physical traits

This is someone who has an athletic, fit and strong body. Someone who is quick when they move or when they are about to respond into something. They might also have slender body. Someone who is well dressed and elegant looking. Also, i'm getting that this person is someone who is tall and slim. They might have a square shoulder or stocky built. Someone who is sturdy. They might also love dancing, just in case they might be a dancer or yoga instructor, so there's a high chances that they are flexible too. They will have sexy and charismatic aura. People tend to perceive them as someone who is cold, emotionless and arrogant. For females pursuits, I'm getting here that they might be flat chested. Someone who is conceited and condescending. This is someone who is good at words and writing, someone who can be an author and writer too. Someone who is eloquent speaker as well and they know how to express their self clearly and powerfully to other's.

2. Their love languange

Since they're good with words, their love languange might be words of affirmation. Like for example scenario — you might be in a date sitting on a bench near beside of a fountain, they might look at you and say "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, you are the most beautiful creature that I had seen" something like that. But yeah, their words can make you blush and smile. You can feel every emotions with their words and how they speak! But there's a high tendency they can hurt you with their words as well because you know it's not always on the good side sometimes it's on the other side.

3. Places/nationality

(remember that energies might changed so take what resonates and leave when it doesn't besides tarot cannot predict the right nationality or places however you can take them as signs.)

For pile one people, I see two places here — the one is with wide land desert and the other one is near at the water such as beach or lake. For a wide group of you, I'm getting the Caribbean and for others are West-Africa. Nationalities I'm getting are European, African, American, Latino, Indian, Jewish, Arab, Chinese and Hispanic. They might be a mixed-race person.

4. How they will treat you?

This is someone who is very supportive and care about you a lot. Someone who will serve you and treat you as a majesty whereas the care and love you are rooting for. Teaching moments will be happening a lot of time and they might be bilingual person who would like to thought with the languages they knew about. They will have a strong romantic passion towards you such as kisses on the forehead, being so sweet in the public with you and respect your space. Type of person who would help you out to gain your confidence back.

5. How and when will you meet?

You will meet your soulmate when one of you is moving on from toxicity it's either event or relationship but most likely I'm getting a toxic relationship. I see a scenario here, you will meet them in any place near at water places. They can also be a water sign person. It's either this you or them crying and them the other one will offer a drink or handkerchief to the person that is crying. The person that has been crying is really heartbroken at that time. While the other one energy that is coming from here is that, you will maybe meet them in a social event, I'm getting something bad is happening here so that's why that heartbroken person decided to walked out at that specific event. They might feel insecure and uncomfortable at the same time, that's why they've gone to that event and then other person notice action and decided to follow the other person - this seems from a book story. They might even watching that heartbroken person and start looking at them since entered the room. For a very few of you, I'm getting that you already met this person and might end up marrying them.

6. How it will be like the first celebration with them?

I'm getting here, this might be a birthday party of someone in your family or a friend wedding celebration. A lot of fun will be happening for both of you here. They might participated with you to dance on the floor. I'm getting they can't stop looking and staring at you because you are beautiful on that day regardless to your gender. For the few people of this group, i'm getting this will be a very awkward moment for you because maybe you were really insecure about yourself when they think you are perfectly fine human.

7. What will their love about you

This person love how generous you are to other people,even though in a small or big generosity - they will still love the fact you enjoy giving and providing something for other's. Also, they love how you handle a problem of being well matured and professional, for them you are type of person that are very mature individual compares to all of the people in your ages and maybe because you been through to a lot of problems, a lot of ups and downs in life that makes you a strong human. If you aren't into charity or donating, you want do it in the future and might participating and volunteering to people who are in needs. This person love how big your heart is for people whom you think are weak, you are giving me a vibes of person who usually help other's without expecting anything back.

Thank you so much for reading, let me know your thoughts, feedbacks as well tipping and reblogs is well appreciated !! ♡

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PILE TWO - A MAGIC "LOVE" WAND

1. Their personality and physical traits

For those people who were attracted to pile one this is the sign for you to read it too. This someone who is sturdy, someone who has a well built or stocky built, for few they might even have square shape shoulders. This person like to exercise and go to gym to keep their body fit as possible, they achieving this defined body. They might even have a high sex drive. If they're woman - they will have a nice chest, their cleavage will showing also their body might be curvy. They might have a thick body hair. Furthermore, this person is huggable🫂(well I know everyone is huggable but this person prefer hugs than punches). Their hugs will makes you comfortable and safe. They frequently like to dye their hair like they tried any of all of colors but never dark colors of hair maybe because their real hair color is dark colors such as black, jet black or brown. This person has a heart-shaped face too and someone who is passionate at their work. This person makes you feel love and fulfill your empty glasses. They will make you happy when you're feeling down for real and for good.

2. Their love languange

Their love language will be gift giving and physical touch. Type of person will buy you a lot of gifts for you even though you said you don't need any of them and it's just a waste of money. As far, they want to offer to your their world because, they are totally aware that you don't experience the life they have, for example — they get what they wanted in just a snap of finger while you, you need to work hard to achieve the things you wanted to have. For physical touch, I'm seeing here that if you had a work all day long and they see you tired they would like to offer a message for you or make you a cup of coffee or juice.

3. Places/Nationality

(remember that energies might changed so take what resonates and leave when it doesn't besides tarot cannot predict the right nationality or places however you can take them as signs.)

Okay pile 2, the places or location i'm getting are more into asia, south america and oceania countries. For Asia i'm getting the east asia — china, japan, macau, korea, taiwan, mongolia and hongkong. I'm also getting portugal and australia. For nationalities I'm getting korean, filipino, japanese, american, indian, malaysian, portuguese, spanish, chinese, australian, french and dutch.

4. How they will treat you?

This person may act as someone who is possessive and kinda obsessed with you. They will be afraid that what if you will gone one day to them. They will be over protective to you. I see that this person might be into singing and maybe sing a song for you even though they aren't good at at. Also, they will going to buy you a lot of branding clothes regardless to your gender.

5. How will you meet?

You will going meet this person when you move to one place to another and casually living alone an independent life. This might be related taking a higher education like in a university or college or if not, moving to a new place because of changes to work. This person will approach you first, if I'm not mistaken they have an extrovert personality and this type of person who seems happy pill aura like they are always make funny jokes that can make you comfortable somehow. For a very few number of you, I'm getting up a teacher here - a teacher vibes, someone who will taught many things in life that you'd never learned before. With them you will gain a lot of new facts and knowledge about our Earth and Universe or even Humans.

6. How will be the first celebration with them

Hmmm, the first celebration with them is claiming your own success, this is somehow connected to school achievement. Maybe when you won on a competition contest or someone who is one of the top students in school after that you and your friends(if you don't have friends, a family can be.) will you go out, one of your friends will invite this person or you will casually meet them in the celebration place. For some, i'm getting a a literal festival or school celebration festival. You might be in a one team with them in a booth and offering to other students your products, this love story seems like more into High school or University romantic stories.

7. What will their love about you

Ohh, this person loves how good listener are you without judging other's situation. You are type of person who is above all to anything else. They love how faithful and honest you are as a lover and person, they love how you are a lost soul before finding yourself into the real meaning of life without asking the help of other people. They also love, how you are willing to fight for your rights and willing to argue with them. You are someone who is loving and emphatic for them.

Thank you so much for reading, let me know your thoughts, feedbacks as well tipping and reblogs is well appreciated !! ♡

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PILE THREE - HEART SHAPED BOOK CLIPS

1. Their personality and physical traits

Your person might have is more into curvy body whether they're fat or not, they do still have shape while for some, their body is slim while for few of you i'm getting petite to average type of body. They will be an edgy dresser, they have a scar and tattoo. Someone who who is giving off the energy of being a bad boy/girl vibes. They might have a fox eyes, cool or they might like styling their eyes into fox style. The hair colors i'm getting are red, brown, dark grey and black. They casually changing hair colors and likes to dye their hair this can cause a hair damage most likely a receding hairline for them and they might even have a thin hair. Someone when they walk is light-footed or very silent. Type of person who like to tease people like a lot. They can also be a fidgety, can have a olive skin to darker skin color. Someone who have a slick and mercury personality. This person is hard to get, they might be choosy when it comes dealing themselves to any romantic connection and choosing a partner, they don't want to be easy to get individual.

2. Their love languange

Their love language is act of service. This person is type of individual that will make you make a cup of tea or coffee every morning. This is someone would likely take the kids out so that their partner can relax with no responsibilities at home. For some of you who chose this pile, i'm getting quality of time, they like to celebrate the holidays with you, the relationship with them will be so much fun. You will frequently traveling around the globe. And type of person you can watch netflix with, all day long or night. You will enjoy each other's company, you will crave for them and so they are.

3. Places/Nationality

I'm getting north-america, asia and oceania again so if you drown to pile two this is a sign for you to read it. The countries I'm getting are from east asia, southwest and south east asia countries. For some i'm getting US north-east , US midwestern and US south-eastern. For nationalities i'm getting the ethnicity of someone who is a literal asian it can be you or them. Canadian, mexican, mediterranean, american, black or african american and native hawaiian.

4. How they will treat you

They will treat you like a special gem because for them you are like a reward with their exhausted life. They will be very careful with you, this person know you've been hurt in the past that's why they wanted to prove that you are a worth it as person and as a lover for them, they know that you deserve the love and care. They might even work hard just to get you or be with them because they have this feeling that you are the one for them and meant for thme, the one that they will love until their last breath.

5. How and when will you meet

You will meet them when you travel or get out from your place, the situation i'm getting here one of you might be lost at that time when you meet each othe. The scenario is when it's your first time to travel or travel alone and you don't know what to do this might help you with that problem. For some of you, this is also when one of you is finally moving on from a bad and toxic relationship or a place.

6. What or how the first celebration with them

The first celebration with them will be christmas, i'm getting here some of you are planning to move out by next year, so this might be next year and for some disregard if this is not resonates with you. This is likely happens when lot of gifts and overflowing happiness will be going. I figure out two people are happy chatting and laughing. A first kiss with them will likely to be happen with this first celebration.

7. What will love about you

Not gonna pile three, they love how blasted you are. They think you kind cute of when you do such thing like that, this kind of person who will love you truthfully even your negative traits, the one who will accept your toxicity and they know that's how people made of. They love how open-minded you are to alot of things. They love how open you are with your both good and bad sides because for them, that's proofs you are a human and they will accept all of that flaws.

Thank you so much for reading, let me know your thoughts, feedbacks as well tipping and reblogs is well appreciated !! ♡

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[betterthanapokeintheeye]

The End is just the start of a new adventure

Jason Anthony (as he was back then) started Discworld Monthly back in 1997, the first issue was created on Terry Pratchett's birthday that year.

Terry gave his permission for Jason to create and write Discworld Monthly on the basis it sounded like perfectly normal fan activity to him.

We got invites to launch parties, birthday parties, book proofs used to drop in the door, and the phone would occasionally ring and it would be Terry wanting to know something. In emails Terry used to inform us and berate us in equal measure BUT he always appreciated that we didn't expect anything of him and thus Discworld Monthly was always treated kindly by him.

When Terry died, we managed the outpouring of grief from the fandom, spoke his name and gave our time to the mass of journalists who wanted someone to talk about Terry. We did this to keep those same journalists from Rob Wilkin's and Rhianna Pratchett's doors. Circling the wagons as one might say to allow them time to grieve. Protect them we did and protect them we still do.

However, we always wondered how much longer we could keep producing a monthly newsletter. Would there be enough news for us to carry on?

We managed to continue for 7+1 years. It hasn't been easy.

As it turned out, whilst there is news, sharing the news has become problematic. The internet, whilst wonderful, is also a myriad of trip hazards. We've had our wrists slapped more than once because we posted information that was under embargo, which we wouldn't have published if we had known it was! Our sources have always been from the publishing industry websites - if they don't state information is under embargo, how does anyone know?

We also came under fire from the fandom itself because someone decided they didn't like us. In our opinion Trolls should not stay under bridges, but they should at least be fought when they try to take your head off.

We've had good times though. The memories of the good stuff will always outweigh the bad. The friendships created in 26 years will endure.

Terry Pratchett once said "Discworld Monthly, Better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick"

Which is true although sometimes we think being poked in the eye with a blunt stick would have hurt us less.

It is time for a change. A big change.

Discworld Monthly is no more. 26 years of newsletters is a huge achievement and as a fan run entity, self funded and self written, we can hold our heads high and proud.

THANK YOU for all your support over the last 26 years.  To all those who wrote articles, readers letters, every email, every comment meant the world to us.  We hope you continue to support us. 

So what is next ?

We decided to broaden our horizons, and do what we did for Terry, but for more authors. We will remain a fan-run entity, but we will use our 26 years of experience to get news out about our other favourite authors alongside the news about Terry's works.

It will always be about fantasy books and it will be a little more ... wild shall we say?

We are sure you have already guessed the name of our new news site.

But just in case..

Drum roll please....

May we present..

Better than a Poke in the Eye, a fan-run news site about your favourite bunch of comic fantasy authors.

What does this mean? It means we will continue to produce the news about our favourite authors' works but we are not constrained to JUST Terry Pratchett. We can share our love and passion for Jasper Fforde, Ben Aaronovitch, Robert Rankin and more.. We can shout out how much we love TANK GIRL and other comic fantasy literature.

It means we can do MORE...

The rebranding will take a few weeks. We will archive the Discworld Monthly issues but it means you will still be able to read back issues. Our social channels will all be converted to our new name and we will still be at events shouting not just Terry's name but others too.

Excited? You bet we are!

[pattysplaceofplaces]

CARMEN X FEM READE PLS OLS PLS PLS THANKS BYE

-anonysnuts

The Red in Blue Star Cafe

Classic Carmen Sandiego x Fem Reader

[Author’s Note: You decided not to be specific and I’m using that to my advantage. Enjoy! 💗]

     “Alright gumshoes!” Both the siblings took a moment to steady themselves from the sudden teleportation to ACME headquarters from their comfortable homes. “We have a big problem!” Ivy sighed, shaking her head with a hand on her forehead. “Oh no…What did Carmen steal this time?” 

“That’s the problem!” Chief screamed causing Zack to lightly flinch. “She hasn’t stolen anything in weeks! She could be planning something big! There’s been a change in her routine for the last three weeks she’s stopped at a cafe in New York without fail every morning.” 

“It could be a Trojan Horse.” Ivy suggested. “Player, C-five us to that cafe!” A bluish glow filled the room as the Zack and Ivy ran through the portal. 

You peaked into the dining room from the kitchen, scan the area for someone specific.

…

There she was! 

The mysterious woman became the best part of your shifts. She enjoyed a black coffee with little sugar and preferred the booth near the table close to the top left corner. She usually read a love story along with her coffee yet not any love stories. Sapphic ones. You couldn’t help but admire her boldness, you rarely told others your sexuality in fear of how you would be treated. Maybe things would be better in the future, to see people like yourself on tv without being the butt of any jokes. 

Shaking off your thoughts you go up to the woman in red who patiently resided in the waiting area. Another reason why you enjoyed her company so much. You had to deal with crying babies, flirtatious old men, and that one woman who always wanted to speak to the manager. You got yelled at for the smallest mistakes yet this woman was a breath of fresh air. 

“Welcome back Carmen!” You don’t have to put on your customer service smile, this one is real. “The usual?” She nodded and followed you to the table. Yet before you could leave to get her coffee brewed she spoke up. “Actually…Could I get another coffee? Whatever you would recommend for a date please.”

Ouch…It hurt yet you weren’t surprised. Carmen was the perfect woman. You were just some waitress, you couldn’t sweep the girl in red off her feet. In fact you should be happy for her! It was selfish for you to be acting like this. “Right away!” You rushed to the kitchen where you could show your true expression. Even if it was for a moment. 

“I hope this one is okay, I chose my personal favorite.” A smile graced those red lips as she nodded. “It’s perfect,” Carmen said softly. “Now please, sit down.” You froze looking at her with a questioning glance. “But ah…your date?” God she was making this so hard on you! “You are my date, if you will kindly accept my feelings.” How could you say no to that? 

“I guess criminals need love to.” Ivy commented as she hid in a booth with her brother behind a comically large newspaper with an eyehole cut out of it. She pushed by her brother. “Let me see! Let me see!“ Ivy elbowed him. “She’ll hear us and you’ll ruin their date!” 

Zack had ended up tuning her out, being more distracted by the sniffling. “Umm…Chief?” Who knew a hologram could cry. “She grew up so fast!”

#Peanut anon #Carmen Sandiego #Classic Carmen Sandiego #where on earth is carmen sandiego #Carmen Sandiego x reader #Carmen Sandiego x Fem reader #Classic Carmen Sandiego x reader #Classic Carmen Sandiego x Fem reader #Wlw x reader

[gaias-space]

The maid and the god

(Loki x Fem!Reader),(Enemies to lovers),(18+)

Chapter One

(Link to chapter two: ⬇️)

Summary: After working for Odin for months as their personal maid, you are shocked to discover your job has been assigned to who else but the one who hates you the most- God of mischief himself?

“Y/n darling, please come here”. Frigga calls out. You had just finished putting away the last set of sheets as you heard her voice. “Yes my queen. How can I help you” you bow. “Oh darling you don’t have to do that. It’s just us two here.” She whispered. You always found Frigga so warm and gentle. A mother hen. She wasn’t as proper as Odin was, he was strict and unkind. Ever since your mothers passing you’ve felt a real connection to her. “I have something I would like to discuss with you”. She sits on a red cushioned stool and taps beside her. “Sit” you sit beside the beautiful queen before you. Anxiety stricken you play with your fingers. “D-did I do something wrong? Oh no! Did I forget to put sheets away? Did I turn Thors clothing pink? I” -

“Hush now little one.” Friggas finger presses against your lips. “You have so much anxiety in this tiny body of yours. It can’t be any good for you my dear child. Nothing is wrong in fact everything is quite right.” She stands before you and slowly paced around you. “You see we have had a little …intermission. Loki. He is back from earth, and he plans to stay here for quite some time, moving back in shall I say?” Oh no anything but that. “And I would like to assign your job to him. Odin and I no longer need your assistance, and would much rather you make yourself useful to his quarters. He is quite clean I’ll admit but some house keeping will be good for him and…to be fair. He needs a friend”. You and loki have known each-other since you were children. Your mother was a single pregnant maid working for Odin and they let her have a home within the kingdom. Your mother was eternally grateful for having a home within the castle and worked every day as their maid and on occasion their cook. You were born and raised in this kingdom. And when your mother had her unexpected passing three years ago you were given the same fate. To live in the kingdom as long as you work for them. It wasn’t a bad deal either. You were treated quite well except for the few women who would snicker as you walked past. Slurs and unkind comments about your place in the kingdom. But that would never get to you. You were fed, clothed, respected by most, you had a home. Growing up with loki was a different story. As kids he would always cast a spell on you. He would disappear and reappear, disguise himself as your mother then scare you when he had reappeared. He also had never once treated you kindly. And you knew why. You were human. Your mother was a human and had made love to a god herself, nobody knows who he was except Odin and Frigga. Your mother had quite the life, but she was never expecting to be betrayed and carry a child alone. Now here you were. Powerless, useless, a pathetic little human. Loki always laughed and made comments about your style, or the way you had no power like he did. You were scum in his eyes. And he always bullied you. Although, you always had a giggle to yourself when Frigga or Odin punished him for how he treated you. At least they cared for you. You would think when Loki became an adolescent he would have matured more. But instead his bark was just as bad as his bite. His words hurt more and his anger and violence was worse. He would never lay a hand on you but it never stopped him from pulling stunts to scare you. You don’t know what happened but something happened with a group called the avengers and you remember the day he came home all bloody and injured. It frightened you. You knew him so well yet, you feared him. So why on earth Did Frigga push you all these years to be his friend? Especially now. He wouldn’t need your company, he never did. “Uh…Y-yeah you know what that’s okay. I can do that. Not a problem!” You rush. Frigga gently taps your shoulder. “My child, you underestimate him. He returned at sunrise today so if you’d like to attend to his room now, I’m sure the two of you will get along just fine”. She smiles confidently. You watch as she turns on her heel and walks away. You find yourself stumbling to your room in a hurry panic filling your body. Why of all people did it have to be loki? He was a royal asshole. Being a maid in Asgard wasn’t like most maid jobs. You were a servant but the term came off too harshly to everyone. So a “maid” was your title. You had to cook with the rest of the cooks, you had to clean anything and everything to the person who you were assigned to. And any extra duties needed you had to accept. Thankfully Odin and Frigga were nice with you. You cooked three times a month, mostly handled their clothing and personal items, and other small jobs. Being a human you got more tired and functioned different to the rest. And thankfully they let you have less duties than the rest. You didn’t want this. You couldn’t possibly do it. “What am I going to do now?” You cry.

You weren’t ready for the insults, the fighting, the constant turmoil that would arise. Spending day and night with someone who absolutely hates you would ruin your mental health. You could handle some nasty words, but not lokis. He’d always remind you that you were nothing special, just a servant, with no purpose, and he will always be something. He was a god for heavens sake and you were nothing. You would never allow it to show. You would snark back at him and leave when you could. But how can you leave now when you’ll be within reach all day and night? You notice you had been crying and you wipe the few tears that trickled down your cheek. “You can do this. Maybe it isn’t as bad as you think maybe he’s grown up a little”. You say. You had to prepare before seeing him. You wanted to feel like you were in a coat of armour before even stepping inside his chambers. You take a hot shower and change into a fresh asgardian maid uniform. You brushed your hair and let it hang over your shoulders, and covered your blemishes with light makeup. This was your armour and he would not see the broken girl he would create. You suck in a deep breath and make your way to lokis chambers. It had been a long time since you seen him or his room. You wonder if anything had changed. You weren’t sure what to expect, fear trembling deep within. Would he play nice? Was he hiding in the shadows ready to attack you? Or would he start throwing heartbreaking comments about your dead mother the moment you walked in? No Y/N you can do this. Don’t let him stop you. You thought to yourself. What we’re you going to do? Ignore him. Pretend he didn’t exist, get your duties done and pray whatever stupid and pathetic tasks he asks of you, it would be over quickly. Oh mother, I wish you were here. This is so hard without you here. Down the many halls and corridors you find yourself at the large familiar golden doors. Here goes nothing. You take another deep breath preparing for anything. Ready to see the angry look on his face, or the disgusted face he makes every time. Perhaps his evil glare would help you convince Frigga that this isn’t the job for you. Maybe she could be sympathetic. You knock on the door and to your surprise it is already ajar. The large Golden door creeks open and you step inside. Maybe he wasn’t home like his mother had thought? You feel a small sense of relief at the idea. Your eyes dart around the room. Golden Arches we’re the body of the building, holding everything together and glistening in the sunlight.

You walked through on the marble floors and noticed everything itself was already perfectly clean. Was his bedroom just as clean? You were tempted to turn back around, everything seemed to be in order and there was really no need to pry. But something aches inside you. You had to investigate. You couldn’t understand why, but something just kept eating at you. You tiptoe through the room and stop at the end of lokis bed. You gently tap the mattress with your finger trip curious to how his bed feels. You wondered what sleeping in a gods bed would be like, you imagined it was the not comfortable thing in the plane if your existence. His bed was perfectly made, with satin green sheets and the fresh scent of cinnamon and musk. His pillows were fluffed, his sheets were neat, his curtains were open to flood the warm light in. It’s as if someone had already done your job. Nothing had changed since the last time you had seen his room, except a couple small details. You couldn’t understand why but a small ping of disappointment surrounded you. What we’re you expecting to find? We’re you hoping to find something to hold on him? You didn’t know What had loki been doing all these years? What we’re you to expect when you seen him? Older? Lost an arm? No eye? Could he look almost like Odin now? From the things you heard from whisperers around he sounded more evil than he had ever been. Could he have red eyes? Would he try to kill you the second he sees you? Would he be covered in scars? No that’s too far. Why we’re you thinking like this? You shake your head and look around the room. No sign of loki. Now was the perfect time to explore. He was gone and his room was all yours now. You tiptoe around to a set of golden drawers and trace your fingers over the handles. What could possibly be inside here? Your heart began racing, we’re you really going to snoop on his things? But what things would someone like himself keep in such drawers? It was too big for just some clothes. Right?

Suddenly a warm breath is against your neck and you feel a solid body behind you. You freeze complete knowing exactly who it was. “Well well what do we have here?” You turn around and gasp. “Loki! I -shit uhh… I was just making sure everything was clean…your mother she-“

“Yes yes I am aware she informed me on everything…not that I think you’ll be much useful if you are going to waste your time snooping around”. He lifts his chin and eyes you painfully. You were caught red handed. “N-no it’s not what it looks like I swear. I was just-“

He stalks towards you and you feel your back hit the drawers behind you. His face close to yours, arm against the wall calling you in. Why must he be so intimidating? Yet, He didn’t look anything like you imagined. He was …loki. Tall, dark hair, youthful, hardly any scars from battle. his eyes sparkling blue. He looked handsome? “Never the matter pet. The reality is-“ he chuckles deeply and his eyes darken. “You work for me now and you will do exactly as I say”.

#loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki layfeson

[pocketfulofrecs]

The River Brought You Here by ChilianXianzi

not rated | 11k | wangxian | complete | memory loss

When she found the boy by the side of the river, Zhou Jia knew that anyone who'd come for him is not to be trusted. Not with the dark purple fingerprints around his throat, the veritable map of lashes old and new upon his back. It's almost a blessing, she thinks, that the boy remembers none of the life that had treated him so cruelly. That he's free to just be A-Ying, in this small harbour town that he embraces so readily as his home.The day someone does come for him, she had not expected it to be the war hero Hanguang-Jun - Saying A-Ying name with such fervent hope before it turns into anguish as A-Ying fails to recognize him.

Dee’s thoughts - Impressive as always. Beautiful story that shows the consequences of strangulation. WWX loses his memories but thrives regardless. LWJ eventually finds him. Perfect and well written.

Ju’s thoughts - Wow! How come a fic written from a terrible beginning be so soft and perfect? Canon divergence from JC strangulating WWX and leaving him to die. After that, it is so soft, WWX has a good family who cares for him, he is so loved, and he shows all his potential. I love it. 

Author’s tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, sunshot campaign divergence, POV Outsider, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Past Abuse, Strangulation, Permanent Injury Side Effects, Seizures, Found Family, Refugees, The Cultivation World's canonical self-importance and neglect, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Get a Happy Ending, And a cottagecore life by the sea, Recovery

Remember to leave feedback to the author! <3 Comments and kudos feed the author’s soul. 

Please be respectful to the authors and treat them kindly!

#mdzs #wangxian #cql canon #canon divergence #not rated #11k 49k #outsider pov #wwx leaves jiang sect #soft #memory loss #wei wuxian #lan wangji #oneshot #complete #chilianxianzi

[anonymousdandelion]

Three Fics Tag Game

@totallysilvergirl very kindly tagged me for this game: name your most popular fic and two “hidden gems” that haven’t circulated as much. Thank you for thinking of me!

Let’s see...

Most Popular Fic: A Summoning (rated T, 12652 words)

Summary:

Linette definitely didn't want to summon a demon, and Crowley definitely didn't want to be summoned. Nevertheless, that's what happened. Blame Linette's uncle, who is Not A Good Person.

Other significant players include a potted fern, a bucket of holy water, and a concerned Aziraphale.

Judging from my AO3 stats page, this fic is leading in every statistic area — kudos, hits, comments, bookmarks, you name it. I am constantly a bit tickled by that fact, since I vividly recall waging an internal battle about whether or not to post it. 😂 I’m very glad I did!

As for “hidden gems”... hmm, with getting on over 270 fics posted and counting, it’s hard to narrow it down! Here are a couple I’m still rather proud of.

Hidden Gem 1: Song of the Sea (the white foam is flying)    (rated G, 1529 words)

Excerpt:

“Aziraphale?” The sound of his name calls Aziraphale back to himself: here, now, on the sand, wind tugging at his hair and blowing in his face, the voice of a demon close at hand. Grounding him, centering him, settling him…

…No, wait, that is to say, startling him. The voice of a demon?

Aziraphale whirls, tearing his gaze from the horizon in the process. And yes, there he is, a mere few yards away: Crawly, one hand shading his eyes against the sparkle of sunlight on water, the other held aloft as if in greeting.

Written because sometimes I just need to get in my feels enough to wax overly poetic about the wonders of nature. Along with a side of Aziraphale-and-Crowley fluff, because what do you take me for, of course there had to be a side of Aziraphale-and-Crowley fluff.

Hidden Gem 2: The Bookshop (rated G, 300 words)

Excerpt:

There’s a shop on a street in a city With shelves that are stacked full of books It is dusty and damp — none too pretty It greets you with glowering looks

The bookshop loves dearly its book hoard Protects it for all the shop’s worth A warden with no flaming sword Just an angel’s abode here on earth

This is a poem I wrote for a Guess the Author prompt that instructed me to treat myself with something I enjoyed... and I’m honestly very proud of how this one turned out in terms of rhyme scheme, word choice, imagery, etc. Of course, it also highlights the Aziraphale’s Bookshop is Sentient trope, which is always one of my favorites.

Bonus Mention: My Skull & Pyro fics

I almost put one of these down for my “hidden gems,” since they’re definitely the least known of all my works and all of them have under ten kudos... but the truth is that it’s not the fics that are hidden gems so much as the fandom itself. Still, I won’t miss an opportunity to implore everyone within earshot to check out the amazing fantasy/comedy/adventure webcomic (complete with a heartwarming pair of ace husbands with elemental powers who are the protagonists!) that is Skull & Pyro.

In that fandom, I’m particularly pleased with Counting [Fire-Breathing, Taco-Eating] Sheep and Song of Fire. 

Next up, zero pressure to participate (and apologies if you’ve already been tagged by someone else!), but if you are interested in taking a shot at sharing some of your own wonderful fics: @geometricfractal @ineffable-doll @ineffable-kelpie @ineffablefool @ineffableomenshusbands @fanishjuli @two-hands-toward-the-sun @flameraven @aethelflaedladyofmercia @goodduckingomens @ri-writing​ @edosianorchids901

...and anyone else reading this who wants to join in, please do so and tag me so I can see your responses! I’d love to find out more about your fics!

#tag game #fanfiction #good omens #skull & pyro #dandelion fics #thank you again for the tag!!

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Creations of Love

Creations of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x OC (Juli)

Prompt: Day 2  Celebrity AU| Person of the arts AU

Part of content creation challenge hosted by me and @xxsycamore

Tag: Angst Fluff

Word Count: 3.238

Author’s Note: The date is taken from the previous year of Dazai Osamu masterpiece mentioned in his own words as introspective, Values mentioned in the story were begining to being replaced by modernity but yet she noticed them exploring a country so different from western ones, some slight mention of dark thoughts and alchool are present in the story so be aware, nonethless love conquers all and so I hope you may like it. 😊

Tag list

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @lordsisterxotome @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @atelieredux @klutzyroses @thewitchofbooks @princess-pray-a @itsjudesfault

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊 Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it.😊

Japan Tokyo 1947 It was a tepid evening, the streets were becoming less crowded as the sun went to sleep behind the hill leaving the dim light of the lamps lit the narrow and empty roads among the houses, coming from a nearby inn an heathed argument could be heard well up into town.

“I said is not enough.”

“But I have no other money monsieur.”

“You little rich brats come here in our sacred land to steal our food eh ? You ain’t got no luck this time you gotta pay up.”

“How ? ”

“It is not of my concern girl You better find a way or else there are a pile of dirty pots to wash in the kitchen waiting for crafty ones like you.”

She sighed heavily and was about to surrender when some coins and banknotes found their way on the counter along a breezy voice carrying a much needed lightness in the conversation, relaxing even the angry frown on the owner face

“I think they should be enough.” every smiling he looked at the owner and then at the girl reassuringly “Hospitality really is a generous host but rarely honored when it revolves around money.”

Seeing her quizzed expression, her forlron smile forgotten was enough to put him at ease as he leaned comfortably against the counter looking straight at the innekeeper.

The owner fretted over putting them in his pocket before mumbling

“Yes they are. You were lucky this time you will do better to thank him.” he fretted over to melt into the kitchen shouting something she did not understand to an old waiter that did not hesitated to answer back.

“Please dwell on it no longer, let me make up for his behaviour I hate leaving this impression on a new customer.”

“You work here ?” she asked curiously

“Not, but I could not stand the way he treated you.”  

“Thank you monsieur, but there is no need to.” she smiled shyly at his gentle thought studying his handsome face lit up by the moon rays filtering through the windows

“Please let me offer you a cup of sake, at least it will brighten your whole day.”

“But is evening.”

“Wheather never mattered to me.” he exclaimed with such confidence to leave her stunned at his ignorance, she sighed exasperatedly shooking her head but smiling all the same

“I accept but please not sake, I am athetoal.” she felt a bit shy to confess such things expecting to be teased but what she saw in his eyes was nothing of the sort, instead a deep feeling of acceptation pervaded her whole body as his yellow eyes gleamed kindly

“Very well then we will order whatever you like.” she had barely the time to whisper

“Thank you” when he had already melted into the local waving at her from a table near the window, gingerly she walked toward it smiling as he adjusted her chair closer to the table, before taking a seat where for once he sat composed desiring to give her a good impression for a reason not even his mind could grasp, usually it was not difficult for him to break the ice though with her it was different, it almost seemed his mask did not worked on her though the reason remained to be seen, she was unique and even though a part of him would have liked for her to be more normal as to not let her meedle with him another was strangely content with the way she was making him desire to know more.

Noticing the stack of papers coming out from her bag his yellow eyes gleamed in the dimly lit room of the inn smiling slyly at her

“You are a writer too ?” she nodded smiling sheepishly   “So it seem, I wrote for romance books and magazines, and you ?”

“They call me a writer.” he smiled wrily “But I am more like a worthless scribbled of papers.” “Are not we all ?” she laughed so breezily making something close to attraction flicker in his heart, it was such a crystaline and pure sound carrying a breeze of much need carefreeness in his life, he giggled softly mesmerized by the way her green eyes gleamed with mirth as her raven lock floated around her rosy cheeks sparkling bright on her pale skin. “What do you write ?” “Nothing so great to be admired, some call it introspective I call it a tale of wasted papers.” She shook her head lightly “Anything written is worth to be read even if we think otherwise.” she leaned a bit over the tabletaking her face into her hands looking straight at him

“I would like to read something of yours.” “It is not worthy your time I am afraid.” she pouted lightly crossing her arms on her chest while staring at him with puppy eyes “Please.” he sighed faking exasperation “You are a stubborn one I see well if you insist I can let you have a look of my new book." her eyes lit up at the prospect leaning over him asking curiosly “It is about you ?” he chuckled softly “You will see but remember I told you it was crap.” “I do not believe it, everything we write no matter the quality is a reflection of what we are, a glimpse in our soul for readers to peer into.” For once an honest smile appeared on his lips as he stared admiringly at her “I must look like a weirdo to you.” she confessed gazing briefly to the glass in her hands before shyly looking back at him “Not at all, actually I think the same.” “I am glad to know.” she sighed in relief feeling somehow closer to that werid yet so kind man who rescued her from a not so understanding innkeeper “Actually I have never seen you around Tokyo is it ? “ “Oh no I am from France, but I am writing a book set in Japan and so I came here to dive in its culture.” “It is of your liking ?” “So far yes, it is different from mine but if I have to be honest I greatly appreciated your values of loyalty and honor, and even though it is so modern yet has found a way to keep its traditions intact and I really admire it.” “I think you are talking with the wrong man then.” he chuckled wrily looking intensely at her

She shook her head slowly “I do not think so.You see I am sure that every person I met has something to teach me about this culture and you are no exception.” A forlron smile appeared for an instant on his lips before being replaced by a feeble on so fast she stared quizzically at him as his eyes flickered with something close to melancholy, eliciting curiosity making her desire to discover more about him than he would have liked to let her know. “I am absolutely certain of it, even though you do not see your own worth then no one can prove is not there if you do not let them to.” she smiled softly at him making a light smile curl on his lips “I would really like to thank you properly for having paid my dinner but I have nothing I can give you.” “Please do not worry it is not necessary I was happy to help you out.”

“Thank you so much but still I would like to thank you please tell me how.”

“Alright then, if you feel like I would really like to read one of your books and in exchange I will give you one of mine.”

“It is all? Nothing else?” “Trust me your time and writing are more than enough for me.” She smiled softly “Thank you so much monsieur…”   “Oh please forgive my manners.” he said smiling lightly

“My name is Shuji Tsushima but you can call me with my writer pen name Dazai Osamu if you feel like.”

“I like them both but I prefer to call you Shuji.”

“You are the first to think this way.” he said as a cloud flew through his eyes soon replaced by his usual cheerful expression

“And what my beautiful lady would like to be called ?”

“My name is Juli Boncoeur but please fell free to craft me a nickname.”

“Juli.” he savoured the taste of her name on his tongue, fresh strawberries and sweet laugh on summer evenings it was what she make him think of

“How do their friends call you ?”

She looked shyly to her fingers before looking at him with an halfhearted smile

“I do not have any, I am too weird to have some”

He was stunned to hear such a kind girl think so low of herslef yet something close to solidarity flickered in his heart as he beamed

“I will be your friend then, trust me you will not have a moment to get bored with me.”

“I am sure of it.” mirth return to her eyes as she smiled brightly at him, making his heart melt

“By the way you name…It suit you.”

“Thank you so much, I think the same.”

“I would like to write you some time if you allow me that is.”

“Oh please yes I would be glad to receive your letters.” swiftly she took a piece of paper scribbling down something before giving it to him

"This is my address, feel free to drop by whenever you like, even if I do not know if the landlord will be happy about it."

“Leave it to me I am sure he will accept my presence as swiftly as he accepted yours.”

“Not even after a whole month?” she joked chuckling lightly “I wish you Good luck.” he smiled tenderly at her, loving hearing her laugh and promising himself he would have done anything to make her smile anytime she was near him the mere idea of making her happy like he was not from a long time make his heart swell with determination shining through his eyes fixed on her, not wasing time he jolted down his own adress seeing her eyes lit up with excitment as she kept staring at his elegant handwriting vertically spread across the page in the peculiar oriental style he was used to “You will hear from me soon I promise, in the meanwhile let us meet here next week shall we ?”

“At the same table ?” “Absolutely.”

“If avalaible.”

“I will book it in advance for it to be so.” he winked at her making her blush as a strange heat begin to spread on her cheeks while stirring something in her she could not quite place but pleasurable nonethless.

So that peculiar friendship lasted for more time they could have ever planned to, strecthing on to cover almost a whole year worth of emotions of all kind with her departure constantly postponed with every fleeble excuse she could grasp on.

Yet something was to change as their heart grew closer to one another with every date, they kept call meeting, they had each Saturday evening in that inn that first saw the blooming of it all.

She was used to see him smile a cheerful expression on his features and a joke on the tip of his tongue she never doubted not even for a second to watch under a surface believing it was real leaving him to suffer alone for her own benefit, regret swallowing her whole she clutcched her chest trying to tame the drumming of her heart at that thought, now he was alone in the empty bar staring absently at the liquor bottles with such eyes full of sheer sadness she felt tears begin to dwell in hers as well, he gulped down the shot of gin before ordering another he kept staring absently at as the clear liquid wavered in the glass,he sighed heavily leaving his half lidded pupils stare distantly lost in his thoughts as a forlron expression curled his lips.

Gingerly she went toward him placing gently an hand over his shoulder hearing him gasp softly as she called his name “Shuji.” like someone has turned a switch he plastered a fake smile on his face before watching back at her, yet it looked so weary she had not the heart to gaze at it to see the hollow astray look in his eyes as she felt the air heavy and unbreathable and not for the smoke of his cigar Mustering up all her courage she spoke looking into the emotionless pit of his yellow eyes usually so bright and cheerful now pale and sickly under the neon light of the counter “Shuji… are you alright ?” This question must have took him unprovidded as he widened his eyes staring straight into hers.

A feeble weary smile appeared on his lips so brief she thought of having imagined it thought she know better than to be fooled by that unusually mirthless smile he plaster on

“Yes, chīsai mono but please do not concern yourself with me, is not worthy you time.”

“ I will anyway.”

“I suggest otherwise please not waste your last night in Japan with such an useless boring man like me, you should go have fun instead and be happy.” he trailed off almost speaking to himself “You deserve it.”

“I would not spend it any other way I am worried for you Shuji, I care about you so please trust me, let me.”

He chuckled lightly “I see you are pretty stubborn about that.” he sighed

“I promise one day I will tell you everything, but for now” he caressed her cheek “I can ask you to wait ?” “Of course. I will.” she smiled at him so brightly he had to avert his gaze for a moment before looking back at her as something closer to happiness flickered in his heart dripping over his smile.She showed him her little fingers at him pushing him to do same, slowly their fingers overlapped as she offered him a proud smile he unconsciously mirrored“It is a promise then.” it was childish of her to believe in such things coming from such a depraved man like him but in that moment he swore that this time for nothing in the world he would have let disappoint take hold of her clouding her innocent smile and dulling her bright cheerful eyes with  disillusionment for the world. “A promise.” he repeated almost to himself as it sank in his heart that this would have been the one and only he would not have break. The river was alluring tempting wicked thoughts swimmed in his mind as the water lingered closer to his shoes with each wave, he sighed heavily contemplating the still water lit by the full moon watching his every movement as he slowly took a step and then another toward the center of it, stopping only when he found himself knee deep into the river feeling his pants stick to his skin as cold spray of water spilled onto his sleeves he moved absently under the dark liquid threatening to swallow him whole. Suddenly a lightning struck among his dark thought, her smile brightening the gloomy pit of his mind as her laugh echoed in his ear, a feeble smile appeared on his lips while he shook his head he could not follow his demons for a greater force that expected to be obeyed was keeping him from pursuing them, he sighed feeling regret starting to gnaw at his heart, without him she would have felt lost in his country, a whole new world not welcoming to europeans stretched in front of her as she hoplessy stand amidst of that storm of hateful glances and half muttured insults not knowing what to do against their hostility.  Almost perceiving his intentions her voice echoed in his ear slashing through the empty heavy atmosphere that was stifling him, feeling his lungs swell with greedy gulps of fresh air leaving the frizzy night breeze clear his mind and heart from any previous thoughts not concerning her“Shuji what are you doing ?”He shook his head smiling to himself before letting a small gelive sigh escape his lips before looking back to her standing on the shore clutching a shawl over her form to protect herself from the frizzy wind breezing on the river“I can not sleep and so I went out for a walk but it was way too hot not to give in to a midnight bath.”She sighed shaking her head at his careless behaviour “You will catch a cold out there.”“I am not so weak to be beaten by a flu.” he smiled and for once in the bright light of the full moon she could see it was honest, not even an hint of the fake one he used to put on making her happy behind words as she run over to him wrapping her shawl around his torso standing on her tiptoes adjusting it, feeling his warm hands linger on hers as he helped her putting it on his shoulder.  Slowly he took her in his arms tightening his grip a her fingers clutched his shirt, leavinga soft kiss on her forehead unspoken words of gratitude lingering in it as he kissed tenderly her hair once more Thank you for saving me.Much to his delight she decided to extend her stay, officially with a blatant excuse to wish exploring more of his country but he saw through her sheepish smile and rosy blush on her cheeks smiling and faking to get along with it until one day he managed to collect enough courage to confess his feelings being pleasantly surprised at their reciprocity.

“So what your next novel will be about ?”

“I do not know yet.” she said looking intensely at him

 “Maybe the plot will revolve around a whimsical japanese writer and a clumsy french novelist and how they manged to found love in a unexpected way.

They will be happy together ?

This depens entirely on them smiling softly he leaned over her taking her face in his hands gazing straight into her eyes whispering tenderly

“I love you so Juli, words hardly are enough to describe it.”  

“I love you too Shuji so very much.”

Wasting no time he melted his lips over hers feeling her gripping his shirt ever so lightly trying to steady herslef as he deepened their kiss entwining his tongue with hers, planting a soft kiss on her forehead once he pulled away brushing his thumbs over her cheeks gazing affectionately at her bathing in her bright cheerful smile he would have protected with all himself from anything and anyone.

Smiling they slipped into the bookstore ready to entertain the kids with their funny story, much to the delight of everyone who knew them she had chosen to stay for good bringing a fresh wind of happiness in the old village of Kanagi and in the life of a messy man who was happy as never before grateful behind words for her decision and determined to make her feel loved as much as he make him felt, proving his love to her every day for all eternity. Chīsai mono – Little one

#different universe same love ccc #ikemen vampire #my writing #ikevamp dazai #original character #ikemen vampire dazai #ikemen vampire juli original character #ikevamp

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 shelter by hauntedotamatone

💙 shelter

by hauntedotamatone

T, 5k, Wangxian

Summary: “They are gone,” a low voice sounds from above him, joined by the warm weight of a hand on his back. “It’s safe now.” A-Ying carefully removes his hands from the soft fabric bunched up in his grip and proceeds to wipe away the tears and snot from his face. It’s only now that he realizes he’s smeared bright red blood all over the stranger’s nice, white robes. The thing about people in nice robes is that they don’t take kindly to dirty hands grasping at them, let alone hands dirty with blood. “S-sorry,” he says around the thick lump that still sits in his throat. “A-Ying is sorry.” The hand at his back grows stiff. “There is no need for ‘sorry’,” the stranger tells him. “Robes can be cleaned.” Kay's comments: Listed as one of those fanfics that never fail to make me bawl my eyes out. Here we have little A-Ying, during his time of the streets, escaping from dogs and running to someone for help and that someone turns out to be grown-up Wangxian, who then take care of him, treating his wounds, feeding him some proper food and comforting him and it's all very heart-breaking. Healing your inner child by taking care of your child-self, kind of. The fic takes place post-canon though and Wangxian were thrown into one of Wei Wuxian's memories. Fics that take a real look at those years that Wei Wuxian lived on the street always get me and this one is my absolute favourite. No sugar-coating and yet still so true to Wei Wuxian as a character. Excerpt: “Oh,” he says, climbing down from his perch to kneel right in front of A-Ying in the street. “Oh, little one.” He doesn’t know either of these people, but it’s been so long since anyone has spoken to him like this, since anyone has treated him like a child and not a pest. The man in front of him wears a red ribbon in his hair, just like his mother used to. Perhaps he should know better after all the time he’s spent alone at the mercy of others, but all of his carefully honed wariness and caution shatters in an instant. He crumples up, pitching forward with the single sob he hasn’t managed to hold back. A-Ying all but falls into the man’s arms, but he doesn’t truly expect to be caught until he finds himself held tight. No one has held him in a very long time. He knows that he must have been held at least once, but he can’t remember what it felt like in the slightest. “I’m scared of them too,” the man says. “But, this pretty gege in white is very good at keeping them away, they won’t come around again.”

pov wei wuxian, canon compliant, post-canon, established relationship, homelessness, food insecurity, childhood trauma, character study, past child abuse, emotional hurt/comfort, memory related, loss of parents, wei wuxian has a fear of dogs, child wei wuxian, sad, angst, blood and injury, night hunts, ghosts, protective lan wangji, caring lan wangji, angst with a happy ending, @hauntotamatone

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #Kay's Favorite #pov wei wuxian #canon compliant #post-canon #established relationship #homelessness #food insecurity #childhood trauma #character study #past child abuse #emotional hurt/comfort #memory related #loss of parents #wei wuxian has a fear of dogs #child wei wuxian #sad #angst #blood and injury #night hunts #ghosts #protective lan wangji #caring lan wangji #angst with a happy ending #Teen #short fic <15k

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Okay, I finally finished reading the newest chapters of Foxtail & Wolfsbane and Ash&Skylight. First off, wow and thank you! I honestly love these stories so freaking much. You’re such an amazing writer. I caught myself asking “how do they come up with this stuff?” Your creativity is off the charts. Jeez, and your OCs are to die for. I still think about Cy like every day.

Anyways, Foxtail & Wolfsbane- I’m loving the progression between Rowan and my girl. It’s obvious that Rowan deeply cares for her, perhaps even loves her. I think that because of the way he’s lived, he has closed the door to believing that love exists for him. However, he’s starting to come to a realization that love can be real with her. I wonder how that will play out, because she still loves Remus. Talk about major miscommunications between fox girl and her boys Also, not my heart cracking reading about him and tonks 🫠.

Now onto Ash & Skylight- I absolutely adore Oliver and my girl! He’s so cute and she is so lovestruck when she’s with him 🥹. I’m honestly happy that they finally did it lol. It’s been a long awaited piece I wanted to read, but totally worth it. It actually makes me nervous, because you said it wouldn’t be a happy ending. I have a question I’m not sure you can answer, but I’m curious anyways. Will we see Charlie and my girl interact again?

Thank you so much for blessing me with all of the wonderful writing. It is honestly such a joy to read your work. You’re actually my favorite author on here 🤭. I think I’ve been with you since 2020 or 2021, I honestly don’t remember when you first published light and dark. ’m always looking forward to reading more from you!!

Please take care and happy new year!!!!

🦭

Hello hello! Going to give quite a lengthy reply to this (with spoilers), so please read under the cut:

Always so good to hear from you! ♥

I'm glad to hear that the stories feel creative. I worry about whether my plots make sense because so much of it is stuff that I think of and isn't necessarily rooted in the Potter world. But I enjoy thinking about different versions of what a magical world might be. I honestly think I like world-building as much as, if not more than, character-building. As for the OCs, I have so many OCs in my mind that I want to share with you, so I'm happy to hear that you like them. For Cyrille specifically, I do have Light and Dark snippets that I want to share; I just have to find time somehow to get back into that headspace.

I can't say too much about Foxtail & Wolfsbane because we're approaching the tipping point now where everything is about to break loose, but I will say that I was surprised with how much I personally feel a pull between OC and Rowan. Rowan ended up being a much more sympathetic character that I expected him to be, to be honest. He's got a sunfire soul; he just doesn't know what to do with it.

Regarding Ash & Skylight, it really has been puppy love so far and I imagine that element will stay throughout the relationship, just because of how they each think. But yes, the 'sad ending' tag is there for a reason. As for whether Charlie will return, I think that we will see him again, but his reappearance may be more subtle and limited than expected.

Really and truly, thank you for reading my stories with such care. I'm very happy and lucky that you read my work and I know that you've been with me since Light and Dark. It's wild how much time has passed already. I hope my stories will always continue to be a small place of comfort and happiness for you. I also hope 2022 treated you well and kindly and that 2023 will be an even better year for you. Thanks again for your lovely comment!

#anon #but not really because seal! #ask #foxtail and wolfsbane #light and dark #ash & skylight

[steveandbuckysdaughter]

Hi, I’m Ross! <3

(I will link my Ao3 account here when I’ll start posting there.)

A little more about me

I’m 19

I’m Italian

I’m a straight demisexual

I dream of being a published fantasy author

My tags

Ross rants — my tag for rants of all sorts

Ross writes — my little drabbles of writing

Ross writing — all the author memes/considerations I’ve ever reposted and commented on

Asks — asks of all sorts

Ross reading — book recs or reviews, fic recs or “advertisement” (I don’t like to call that, but I don’t know how else to say it😭)

Ross’ personal life ig — when I overshare my life, this is usually the tag where things end up in

Some fandoms I’m part of (I mostly post about ATLA and Marvel tho)

Marvel

ATLA

Bridgerton

Percy Jackson

Disney

Brooklyn 99

Interview with the vampire

Jane Austen verse (mostly Pride and Prejudice)

Mamma Mia, Hamilton, Heathers (yes I’m a theatre kid)

Taylor Swift

Barbie

And more!

My fav characters

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Mai (ATLA)

Zuko (ATLA)

Azula (ATLA)

Raymond Holt (B99)

Kate Sharma (Bridgerton)

Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton)

My OTPs/ships I like

Stucky (MCU) {number one OTP of all time, OTP of MCU}

Maiko (ATLA) {number two OTP of all time, OTP of ATLA}

Kataang (ATLA)

Kanthony (Bridgerton) {OTP of Bridgerton}

Rapunzel x Flynn Rider (Disney)

Mulan x Li Shang (Disney)

Percabeth (PJO)

Sokkla (ATLA) {yes it is a crackship. I am a Sukka fan but Sokkla has completely taken over my brain so there it is}

Bonus: I really like Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce as a couple, but since they are real people I do not feel comfortable with shipping them farther than commenting on how cute they look or innocent considerations. So, they‘re here as a honorable mention

Characters/ships I don’t like

Tony Stark (MCU)

Peggy Carter (MCU)

Kei lo (ATLA)

Steggy (MCU, Steve x Peggy)

Stony (MCU, Steve x Tony)

Zutara (ATLA, Zuko x Katara)

Jinko (ATLA, Jin x Zuko)

Mai Lo (ATLA, Mai x Kei lo)

Any incest ship from any fandom

Eloise Bridgerton (Bridgerton) {yes, controversial, but I am open to change my mind}

Please DNI if

You are racist, homophobic, xenophobic, transphobic, promote animal cruelty, a pedophile, a rapist, a TERF, an Andrew Tate fan, a bully or overall a shitty person

You are under 18. While I do not post overly sexual stuff, I use colorful language.

You can’t ignore the difference in taste regarding characters or ships. If you like Tony or Zutara, that I do not like, or any other thing I listed above you are still welcome here, just know that I am not responsible if you choose to stick around and end up stumbling upon a negative rant over your favs. If you are conscious to lack the needed restraint, please feel free to block me. I’d rather not have hostility under my posts.

You support genocide.

You don’t like Multi fandom blogs and complain if I post something different from the usual

You are a troll of any kind

You don’t like rants/long posts, I tend to write a lot of those

A little warning

Although I try to stay polite with everyone I interact with, I do not take any form of disrespect towards my posts, my time or my thought lightly.

I will not be nice in any way if you are hostile or rude towards me beforehand. If I don’t like your attitude and am not willing to argue with whatever take you have, I will block you. Be prepared for that. If I don’t block you, however, be prepared for my rants against you as well.

I will NOT be kind or polite when the precise general public I am addressing is fundamentally an asshole with no morals, and the reason to address them is to criticize them. If you are a group of ignorant fat shamers (example), I will treat you with the same courtesy you gave to those you fiercely insult, because you do not deserve my respect. I AM petty and I believe in treating people how they deserve to be treated. If you don’t like my take on this, I kindly ask you to get out of my blog and block me.

If you don’t like what I say or how I say it, feel free to block me. If whatever bothers you is not directed to you, then feel free to ignore or block me. I am not willing to put up with your agendas and tantrums because you don’t like a choice of words I’ve used.

If these terms aren’t ok with you then I’m sorry to see you go, if not, stick around on this blog of crazy bitches <3

[updated: 2/4/2024]

[chelleztjs18]

This is not a question but i just saw the previous ask with that one rude anon and just felt like I had to do something about it because there is 2 things I genuinely despise in this world ,the first one being rude , inconsiderate and dishonest people and yes I’m talking about you Anon if you by any chance see this and the second being unfair accusations or situations now I will explain myself with diplomacy and actual facts to prove my point , you should take some exemple anon ,on how to bring a situation that bothers you to someone ,while still being polite and respectful.

You accuse chelle of being neglectful and no having enough time for her followers right ? I’m gonna reveal something to you , not everybody spend their entire day on the internet , mind blowing right ? It’s funny because if you would have looked further and was really interested not only about the author work but the author herself as well you would have known she has a little girl of a young age to take care of , hence why she can’t spend a whole day on the internet like a person with “no responsibility” such as a child could.

To continue , I would like for you to explain to me how is she being neglectful when she answers to asks literally everyday , I kid you not when I’m telling she is by far the author that interact the most with her community on here and I follow more than 50 authors/writers , she do asks , little games with emojis that allow us to ask her stuff and know more about her when she is not obliged at all and could stay completely private like some author i know do, she listens to everyone and I could continue like that all day long but still you couldn’t notice it since you were to focused on making false accusation and attacking her.

You keep on insisting about her taking to much time to answer to ask and more , do you have any idea of the amount of authors/writers that don’t even respond to comments or anything on here or even wattpad and don’t interact with their community at all ? And those who post maybe 3 times a month ? Im NOT saying everybody as to be quick at all or post everyday I’m nobody to exige anything to anyone but I’m juste showing you some reality chelle post maybe 1 or twice a week at least ,please be for real .And i will go further on this by saying so many authors give us amazing stories /fics etc ,to have little to no feedback in exchange or shitty ones and critics , when they put so much work on their posts , they are people to with feelings and lives.

To finish you said you weren’t attacking her right ? I kindly I vite you to reread you previous ask because you were clearly hostile even tho you claimed than you weren’t and word choices weren’t the nicest nor the smartest.

Learn to be better , to be nicer more respectful and have consideration for others you don’t know what’s going on on somebody’s life so don’t assume nor demand anything when you don’t have all the pieces of a story in you hands it’s just rude and unfair.

Have a nice evening and I truly hope my “ask” will make you think about the way you treat people because being behind the screen doesn’t allow everything nor excuse every behavior.

Hello Kay!

Wow, i'm speechless. This is amazing. I cant thank u enough for taking some of ur time to write this n to show ur support on my side. I almost cried reading this.

All the sweet amazing supporting things u write here really got me. I know we dont talk that much but i appreicate u a.lot for every reactions u gave me on my fic updates, ask games or just any ask / message u sent me. This means a lot to me.

I hope we can be friends 😊 u r very sweet and awesome! Im grateful for u and other friends i met here.

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #keyb792 #sweet asks #thank you so much #you are very sweet #i almost cried

[darling-i-read-it]

Going Anywhere

Albert Weser x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: manipulation, general bad guy stuff, violence, guns,

Author’s Note: no cause mr matrix man albert wesker please let me make out with you

here you get wesker today as a treat

Summary: You mention that if Wesker doesn’t need you than you should just leave. He doesn’t take to kindly to that.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Ada reloaded her gun swiftly and then holstered it. She took out her shotgun and reloaded that one, doing her regular maintenance before moving on. You did the same.

“You know, I see you more than I see Leon,” she commented, a fond look on her face. You raised an eyebrow as you handed her some extra arrows you had grabbed for her.

“That’s too bad. He’s got a pretty face,” you muttered.

“So do you,” she said. You rolled your eyes.

“But I’m not head over heels in love with you like he is,” you said. Ada stood up straight. She was very good at knowing which buttons to push, even better than you.

“No, because you’re in love with Wesker.” You scoffed.

“I am not in love with Wesker,” you said but even you had to admit it didn’t sound very convincing. You and Wesker had been working together for years. You and Ada worked together on and off, mostly when you ran into each other but it wasn't a constant thing. You always were working on the same side but you trusted that if you weren’t she wouldn’t hesitate to move past you. But you and Wesker were aligned. You always have been.

“You can’t lie to me,” she said.

“I most definitely can Miss Wong. We lie to each other all the time.” You looked over yourself, making sure that everything was where it should be. It all looked in order. Ada rolled her eyes.

“Not about the important things.”

“You consider my love life important but not global termination?” you asked, laughing. She pushed forward and opened the door.

“If it involved Wesker finally having someone to take out the stick up his ass, then yes it’s important.”

“I thought you didn’t like Wesker.”

“I don’t. But I don’t like anyone.”

“You like Leon Kennedy.”

“Stop deflecting. We have work to do.” You rolled your eyes and took out your machine gun. She was right. Your love lives were not the priority here. But Ada always had a way of making the conversation about something other than the awful things you had to do.

“Alright alright.” You held up your gun. “Move aside.” She smiled.

“No.”

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You put your hair down as you walked into the small place that Wesker was holding up. It made you miss the mansion. It was too small and it didn’t fit him at all. You had at least been able to stay here for a couple weeks. You would rather have a shitty place to stay for longer than a nice place to stay for a day.

“How is Ada Wong?” Wesker called through the thin walls. He always knew where you were. It was creepy.

“Ada is fine. Still wearing those awful heels,” you muttered. You started to take off the many weapons and put them on the pile along with the ones Wesker had. You took off your coat and placed it down. He was silent on the other side of the wall. Focused. You took off your boots and walked to the other side of the wall. He was leaning over a desk, furiously typing something into a computer.

There were viles next to him, syringes, different liquids you didn’t understand. He was the one who dealt with that kind of stuff. You were going to be silent, just let him work, until he spoke up.

“Did you run into any friends?”

“What do you mean by friends?” You picked up one of the chest prototypes that he was looking into using. He had Jill Valentine and he wanted to make sure it was ready before he dared try it on her.

“Did you run into the Redfields?”

“I did not. Good thing too, Chris has the capability to kill me,” you said. He lifted his head up and turned to look at you. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, they were tossed to the side on the desk.

“Chris couldn’t kill you. He liked you too much.”

“Chris liked Jill and then you killed Jill,” you commented. “Or at least he thought you did.”

“Why do you continue to bring that up?”

“Because Jill owes me 20 dollars that I will never get,” you said absentmindedly. You picked up one of the papers Wesker had out on the tables. It had details about things you didn’t understand but you still tried to read it. You didn’t want to not know what was going on.

Wesker grew silent again. You walked over to the desk and took out the medical supplies you kept in there. You had gotten a few cuts you should tend to. You sat down and took off your bulletproof vest and then your shirt, revealing the injuries you had gotten.

Wesker glanced over at you and then back at his work. He wasn’t sure if you were trying to distract him on purpose but it was working. You seemed to be trying to give him his space, tending to yourself in content silence. But he watched as you wrapped the bandage around your shoulder with a wince. He looked down at his papers then rolled his eyes, standing up.

“You should learn how to properly do that,” he said, taking it from you forcefully. You scoffed.

“I can do it,” you argued.

“No,” he said, pulling up the chair behind him so he could sit. “You can’t.” You looked into his eyes.

“When are you going to learn that just because I’m a mere mortal, doesn’t mean I can’t do things on my own. We’re partners, Wesker.” He looked up and met your eyes, tugging on the knot he just made tightly. You didn’t wince.

“We were partners,” he said, referring to your time as S.T.A.R.S members. “So was Jill and Chris. Now look at them.” You rolled your eyes, moving your shoulder around to stretch it.

“So I can leave then?”

He had a rare surprised expression on his face at that.

“Do you want to leave?” His tone remained neutral as ever but there was a slight tinge in it that only someone very close to him would even notice.

“If we aren’t partners, why not?”

“I get what you’re trying to do but it doesn’t matter.” He stood up. “You won’t leave me.” You stood up as well. You were in a mood to challenge him. You hadn’t done that in a fat minute.

“How can you be so sure? I could walk out that door and never come back. I could work with Ada Wong or hell, I could find Chris and take up a job with him,” you suggested. “Chris would love to see me.”

“Stop toying with me. We have work to do.”

“Can you get it done without me?”

“Yes, of course I can,” he insisted but he didn’t even believe that and it showed in his voice. He honestly didn’t know what he would do without you. You had been a part of his plan since the very beginning. You were his partner, he never wanted to leave you behind and you were strong enough to never be a weak spot.

“Alright then,” you said, picking your jacket back up. “Mail Chris my sunglasses.” Wesker grabbed your arm tightly. You had been tempting the line between a joke and something serious. But you didn’t regret it. He needed to be tempted every once in a while to keep him as humble as he could be.

“Why must you be so infuriating?” he asked and it seemed like a genuine question. Like he was also trying to figure it out.

“It keeps you sane.” He grabbed your chin with his gloveless hand. You looked up at him and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed you. It was a wonder he had never done it before. It was brief but fueled by years of emotion on both ends.

He pulled away and let you go.

“Go run to Chris Redfield then,” he said offhandedly. You were so shocked he had kissed you that you didn’t even have a quip back. You went to grab his arm but his reflexes made him move fast enough away from you. You leaned forward anyway and kissed him again. You stumbled into him but he caught you expertly, not even losing his balance a bit. You pulled away and he brushed your hair out of your face. “What, don’t want to leave now?”

“I don’t appreciate this kind of manipulation Albert,” you told him. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I knew you weren’t going anywhere.”

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